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My story begins a thousand years ago. Many believe me to be a liar when I say this. But how could they understand unless they remembered what I do.

The first memories I have are of a place that seems to transcend the world as we know it. It was a world full of magic and mystery. One could have control of the very founding elements of the world……if you only took the time to open your eyes. I was a simple young girl with problems even magic couldn’t correct fully. I was born in a body that didn’t fit me. Magic was able to give me the appearance of a woman, but I was lacking in my ability to reproduce and have intercourse. Not that I couldn’t make love you understand. I hope you can understand the need to have your partner inside you…..not the other way around. I had quite literally given up on the thought of love since most guys were either turned off of wanted me to enter them. But one day………

I arrived at work late as usual, seriously girls like me take longer to get ready than others. And time management is nearly impossible for early morning shifts. But, of course, the manager wouldn’t understand, he never did. I touched the log book and it scanned the unique flow of magic in my system. It then logged me as arriving and in a sarcastic voice informed me I was late for the tenth time that month………good thing the month was just starting. I hurriedly steeped on to a pad on the floor that changed my clothes into the store uniform. The name tag suddenly flashed red meaning I needed to get my ass to the manager’s office asap. Probably for another ass chewing about being late, And go figure I wasn’t wrong. After a good twenty minutes chew out I was released to ‘get my butt in gear’ with the threat of being fired if I am late again.

Now I must explain here. In this world…no this store we sell various magical items and trinkets similar to the ones that let me look more like I feel but nowhere nearly as powerful. And another note: since magic could be used to fix almost anything science was nonexistent.

I quickly busied myself with arranging the wares and tending to the customers that came through. As sex izle my lunch time finally arrived I started to head to the back, when a male patron caught my eye. While this isn’t odd for me, I felt like there was a pull of some sort between us. I paused a moment to take in his features. Frosty green eyes that seemed to see through my soul lay under a shaggy mop of light brown hair. He stood a good head above me, and I’m a good 6′ tall before I get in my heels. I had a feeling he would still be taller if I got in my heels. His chest was broad and strong looking, more than enough to lean into and not topple him when making love. His arms looked strong enough to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder if the mood took him. His nose was a little crooked but not enough to be ugly. And, OH MY GOD!, his smile was making me melt right there……or at least those lips made me imagine it and it was making me weak. As I hurried back it seemed he too felt there was something between us. He followed me towards the back and almost through the employee doors to the store rooms. I quickly changed into some different clothes and nabbed my purse. I slipped out the back door and started down the block to a restaurant nearby.

As I entered a waiter stood and reached for the menus asking, “Table for two?”

A deep rumble issued from behind my shoulder, “yes, please. Secluded if possible.” I spun around and saw the man from the store standing behind me. I blushed as he said, “my name is Mikle, and I would be honored if you would let me treat you to lunch.”

I meekly nodded as I silently let him lead me after the waiter all the while looking for any exits I could find. After seating us and leaving the menus I turned to the man. He seemed to be giving me time to compose myself, ‘and’, I thought to myself, ‘I need it. I look like a deer in a trap’ after consulting the nearby mirror. “Sorry you gave me quite a start.” I began a moment later. He quickly dropped the menu and looked at me intently. “My name is Jessi. It’s a pleasure to meet you Mikle.”

“So you aren’t a mute……that’s wonderful,” he teased as he sikiş izle smiled. GOD! I wasn’t wrong it does make me melt. “I saw this vision in a store and had to see if there was a mutual interest.”

I blushed deeper as I said, “physical attraction only lasts so long. I’m not interested in anything that won’t last.” This is my usual brush off line I usually save it until after he pays for the meal………but this guy had something different.

“But that attraction might lead to more than the shallowness you mention. Perhaps you could be persuaded to take a chance?” he asked as he reached for my hand.

“I might. If you are willing to accept imperfections, and not make assumptions,” I found myself saying softly.

The waiter returned and we ordered and the rest of the meal was spent in idle chit chat with nothing of importance being said. By the end of the meal I was sure I had ran off another cute guy. I stood and got ready to leave.

But then he stood and saw me to the door. Definitely a difference from others. We continued the small talk back to the store. And then the big bomb went off. “What time do you get off, Jessi darling?”

Startled I paused a moment before responding, “around the fifth blossom. Why?”

“I wanted to see how long I have to plan a date for you,” Mikle said as he turned to leave. “you have till then to figure out if you want to come with me.”

I was so astonished I couldn’t move or even think. He disappeared around the corner before I had a retort, and obviously it was too late. The rest of the day ran in a mindless heap, I was almost too distracted to think. By the time the fifth blossom came around I was a wet mess of anticipation. And when he stepped through the front door of the store I get wetter.

“Let me change real quick and then I’ll give you an answer,” I said coyly as I hurried to the back. ‘my God please let me not scare him off now that he’s interested.’ I changed into a nice low cut blouse and short shorts quickly and grabbed my purse. “yes, I will give you one chance to get it right,” I said as I met him at the front door.

He türk porno offered me his arm and led me off to a small coffee shop. “our movie isn’t till the next blossom, so I thought we’d have some coffee and conversation while we’re waiting.”

As we sat sipping he told me about his family and his past. Apparently his family is one of the creator families. They create 90% of the magic items in the world. He had tried his hand at the family business but never had the knack for it. So he has gone into sales more than the production side of the family business. Since finding his niche he has drifted from one place to another. So finding a special someone was hard for him. But I just captivated him in the store and he had to meet me….or so he said. I’m not sure what to believe. I told him that I was estranged from my family and they seemed to like that just fine. And told him a little about my past……not that there was much to say. We quickly went into the movie as we had talked right up to the time the movie started. By the time the movie had finished (it was a romance I believe. He had kept me distracted with a wondering hand that kept brushing my leg.) I was feeling good and not sure I wanted the night to end yet.

“So I’d like to hang out more. Would you like dinner before or after a dance club, or are you ready to go home?” Mikle asked sweetly before we got out of the theater.

I looked at him and realized I was not ready to go home. “a meal sounds nice. Anywhere in mind?”

“well there is this little place across town that serves a killer lasagna and I would love to have someone to enjoy it with,” he said with a devilish twinkle in his eye that had me blushing sooooooooooo bad.

“this isn’t your house right?” I asked a bit worried to hear it was a little place…………and wasn’t ready to let my melting heart lead me into trouble.

“I promise it isn’t. my niece owns it,” Mikle said with a teasing hurt look.

“ok sounds good,” I said not realizing that it was his nieces house we were going to. The night passed quickly and I met some of his family. He introduced me as his friend he was taking out on a business deal. I played along since I was soooo embraced. We went dancing after the meal, I got so drunk and he was so sweet. He took me home and made sure I got to bed before leaving. I really hope to see him again.

TO BE CONTINUED………………?

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The New Whore Order

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*Warning: This is a twisted and dark fantasy about a dystopian future. It contains extreme ideals and is generally insensitive. Please do not read if you are easily offended.*

First they came for our Girlfriends, and we did not speak out.

Then they came for our Wives, and we did not speak out.

Then they came for our Mothers and Daughters, and we still did not speak out.

Then they came for us.. Well, at least some of us.

The year is 2073-the future is not as bright or as exciting as we’d hoped. There still are no flying cars; there is no cure for cancer. The United States is no longer made up of free states and you can forget about the rest of the world.

It started nearly 20 years ago as the US slowly started to crumble beneath an underground society known as The New Whore Order. Much to the surprise of myself and millions of conspiracy theorists, this organization was not being ran by the rich white elites; no, this organization was being ran entirely by wealthy black men. They took charge of everything: the media, the police force, the military. There wasn’t a thing that one civilian could do about it.

First, they started by segregating and separating themselves from every other race in the country; essentially reversing the roles of the Civil Rights Movement. Blacks were treated to and allowed the finest things that money could buy and the rest of us were forced to pick up the scraps.

Then they started to control the entire female population through social medias such as Instagram, TikTok, Snapchat, and OnlyFans. They brainwashed the target audience and users of the apps and convinced them that there were only two things in the world that could satisfy their sexual desires: Money & Black Cock.

It only took them two years before every woman from the ages of 18 – 30 left their boyfriends for black men. Women in the age range of 30 – 50 years old weren’t as affected by the viral campaign but many of them slipped through the cracks as well.

Year three is when they started to make it mandatory for any woman without child, that was currently in a relationship with a white man or any other race they had to date black men exclusively; if they failed to abide by this new executive order then they would face the consequences, which was just about the same as being forced to date black men only.

The fourth year is when they made it completely illegal for any man that wasn’t black to procreate and reproduce with a woman. Straight pornography was also banned for anyone other than the black man; any other race was forced to watch Gay/Transgender porn. This was also the year that they forced any and all women who had yet to be converted to a black cock worshiper to be taken and brainwashed.

That’s right.. They’d taken all of our women. Our girlfriends, wives, mothers, and daughters; they’d even taken our pornography. A white man, such as myself hadn’t made love to a woman in nearly five years.

As the years had gone by, most men had switched over to homosexuality; it wasn’t personal, it was just the way of life-a natural primal instinct that needed to be fulfilled. Man was made to reproduce.. And when you take that away from him he will go to the most extreme measures to satisfy his needs and dump a thick load into a wet hole. Many men couldn’t bring themselves to have sex with another man, which resulted in a lot of suic-well, you can put that together.

Luckily, transgender women were not seen as women in the eyes of our new masters. So if you were lucky, you could find a very attractive transwoman and live as you would have with a cis-woman.

Unfortunately this didn’t last long for us and as for the trans-community, the masters saw them as less of a human being and they were treated as personal sex toys, dolls, and slaves when and where ever a black man needed to release his tension. Trans-rights were essentially stripped from the entire population and their one and only job was to please black men; it was a punishable by death if they were caught even speaking to a man of another race (because they served no other purpose than to please black men and could not birth a child).

After years of being deprived of the one thing we craved the most: the soft touch of a woman and a warm pussy nearly the majority of men had grown accustomed to gay porn and gay sex. It was openly accepted amongst the remaining races that we were no longer considered homosexuals if we engaged in sex with another man.

Besides, you could find someone to match your any and all of your needs:

Just looking for a quick pump and dump? Easy. Just walk outside. Go next door. Ask your roommate. Looking to have your cock sucked and worshiped for hours but don’t like to look a man in the eyes while he goes wild? Simple: turn out the lights and put a hoodie over his head. Don’t want anyone to know who you are and the fact that you like to fuck smooth bubble butt men in the ass? Put on a mask! Your favorite position is doggy style, because you like a porno large ass but want to remain distant and impersonal? No problem, that’s how they feel too.

Sex became easier to come by than it ever had before when women were still available. Sure, we were mostly sneaking around in the dark and in dark rooms savagely destroying some little twinks tight and magical hole but at least we were getting to cum.

By the tenth year, with the majority of the world’s population forced to engage in homosexual activities the smartest doctors around the world had banded together and found a vaccine for every single sexually transmitted disease and a cure for HIV-the entire disease was eradicated from existence. Not only was sex easier to get than ever before but there was absolutely no risk in having sex with literally any one at any time. Black men may have had access to every woman on the planet but the rest of the male population was thriving!

Needless to say, but the masters were not pleased with the newfound success of their fellow man. In fact, it sickened them to think that the men of the world outside of the black community were all having sex with other men!

A new executive order was made.

Since homosexuality had become the new heterosexuality for men, the masters decided to make sex with another man illegal.

However, our masters were not completely cruel and did not lack total empathy.

Perhaps it was not for the best for all of us BUT, they allowed us to still have sex with another man under one circumstance.. The man had to go through an intensive feminization conversion therapy. This conversion therapy was optional for any man in the world UNLESS you were 5’6 or shorter or weighed under 130 lbs.

If you were 5’6 or shorter, you were deemed a sissy.

If your cock was 5 inches or less, you were deemed a sissy.

If you weighed 130 lbs or less, you were deemed a sissy.

If for example, you were 6’0 and 130 lbs.. You were deemed a sissy.

And let us not forget, those unlucky bastards that were six feet tall with a cock smaller than five inches.. Those poor souls were deemed sissies and had their cocks locked into cages that were “xx-tra” small. But we’ll get to that.

These men lost their rights to their manhood and were immediately picked up and swept off the streets and put into the new Feminization program.

What did the Feminization program consist of, you ask?

Well for starters, these men were not going to be transgender; they would not be allowed any unnatural hormones that would effectively allow them to “transition”. They were not allowed to be “women” by any sense of the word. These men are referred to as: sissies, femboys, and cross dressers. They were not considered to be a part of any gender; their place in the world was forfeited and they were seen as the weakest among a world where survival of the fittest had taken priority.

Under no circumstances are sissies allowed to get a breast augmentation or implants. Their bodies must remain natural; any enhancement must be done at the gym. They are by no means, allowed to gain any weight or muscle to look more manly; in fact, if they wanted to workout they were monitored by a government appointed physician and nutritionist and were only allowed to work muscle groups essential for their feminization (Glutes, Quads & Calves, Hamstrings, Abs).

They were required by law to maintain a strict gym regimen and diet and they had to have a flat stomach at all times. They were also forced to receive laser hair removal for every single part of their bodies.

A wardrobe was assigned to each sissy, which included up to ten outfits ranging from: thongs, fishnets, skirts, dresses, garter belts, stockings, thigh high socks, leggings, high heels, and bras. Every skirt and dress must hang just below their cock and balls; it is not allowed to be any longer or any shorter. Their ass must be visible at all times when wearing these items. Shorts must be worn above the waist and hiked up in the back, exposing their ass as well.

Sissies by law, no longer have cocks-their “cocks” must be referred to as “clits” and their clit must be locked up and caged in chasity at all times. Each chasity device has a lock on it that is universal and every straight man is to receive a key in the mail. A sissy may only be let out of chasity for up to two hours ONLY during sexual activity and must have the approval from a straight man. As for any sissy standing taller than 5’6 with a cock smaller than five inches, his cock was immediately thrown into a cage and systematically locked into smaller and smaller cages until his little clit barely existed.

A sissy is NEVER allowed to touch their clit and they are never allowed to “top.” They are for all intents and purposes a toy for every man on the planet-even the black masters, if they so choose.

Sissies are legally obligated to take an anti-viagra pill once in the morning and once at night before bed to ensure that their clits japon porno will never be erect.

It is legal for a straight man to do as he pleases with his sissy fuck toy, so if he chooses to play with or suck on a sissy clit, he is legally allowed to do so considering that the sissy cannot get hard.

Sissies do not have the option to say “yes” or “no” whenever they are approached by a man. It is mandatory for them to do as the man pleases and they must keep their ass and body empty and clean on a 24 hour basis. Any sissy in violation of this law faces a lifetime in prison and complete solitude or the death penalty.

Sissies may NOT refer to any man that isn’t black as “Master.” That term is reserved for only the black man. However, it is mandatory to refer to any straight man as daddy.

Sissies must look presentable and passable, fully made up at all times. Men are no longer allowed to have sex with other men, due to the extreme measures taken by the New “WHORE” Order.

Essentially hetero-sex between men that are not black and women of any race has been eradicated, along with any kind of homosexual activity-in the eyes of the masters. Any man that willingly engages in sex with another man (aka a man that is NOT a sissy) will be punished by death.

Which brings us to 2073.

The sissy craze has reached an all-time high. There is a mass amount of group and public sex in the streets and behind closed doors (except most of the time the door is left open, so that anyone passing by may join). The entire world’s economy is fueled by sex and sex work-sissy porn has especially taken off and of course it is not legally allowed to be produced by anyone other than the upper elite black masters.

I wish that I could say I wasn’t happy; I wish that I could say I missed the smell and taste and warmth of a woman’s natural vagina. But I don’t. I’ve never been happier and I’ve never had so much sex in my entire life; I can go literal days, with having my cock sucked by the cutest, daintiest, smoothest little sissy boy you could imagine. Ass is my number one obsession and let me tell you, the sissies that I have in my collection have every single woman I’ve ever dated in the past beat when it comes to ass.

People have gotten so sex crazed over sissy pussy that the masters had to invoke an executive order stating that once a sissy was rightfully claimed (through branding and of course, a cash transaction) that the sissy was completely off-limits to any man other than the owner and the black race. Unfortunately, even after all they’d put us through they were still into stealing our best women-although they never kept the sissy for themselves, their holes weren’t quite the same after being stretched out by a giant black cock.

I, myself owned three beautiful sissy fuck toys. Their names were Amber, Crystal, and Jamie. I knew that once I’d had them I could never not have them again nor could I ever share them with anyone, unless I chose to do so. They had only one job: to please me and to stay fit and thanks to them, I only had one job which was to fuck them stupid on the internet for money. I no longer had to work a 9 – 5 thanks to my sissies, the greatest investment I’ve ever made.

Amber was my star attraction, my first real sissy love. Don’t get me wrong, I loved each one of my sissies as if they were pets but Amber was special. She has big blue eyes, long and curly brown hair, a nose that was slightly larger than average but in a sort of sexy way; her skin was a nice tan silky smooth maple syrup brown. She has the largest plump set of dick sucking lips you’d ever see, completely natural might I add. I’ve never had a set of nicer lips wrapped tightly around my cock, especially once you add on the matte red lipstick. She has a small frame, standing only about 5’4 making her about six inches shorter than me, so even when she wears heels she’s only about 5’6 – 5’7; however, big things come in small packages in her case. She has the smallest little waist and her ass is the real money maker. It’s large, round, plump, tight, with just the right amount of muscle making it look even fatter than it actually is; my mouth is watering just thinking about it. Of course no lower body or ass is complete without the thighs and hips to match; I’d swear she was a natural woman with the width of her hips.

Amber was shy at first-the first few times I hooked up with her she refused to speak because she was afraid her voice would turn me off and that it wouldn’t be girly enough for me. She took it upon herself after our first fuck to go through vocal therapy training where a vocal coach would strenuously train sissies for 8 hours a day on how to sound more womanly.

In fact, the first time I hooked up with Amber it was late one cold December night in the back of my car. I’d seen her strolling down the street and decided to drag her back to my car; like I said she was shy at first. I walked up behind her and grabbed that fat ass of hers and asked if she’d lezbiyen porno like to join me; she smiled, bit her lip, and nodded yes. Once we were inside the car she sat on the opposite side far away from me in the back seat; I whipped my cock out and it was already rock solid and oozing pre-cum. Amber’s eyes grew wide and I could see the reflection of the moonlight glistening in those bright baby blue eyes of hers.

She leaned across the back seat of the car as if she wanted to kiss me and I sat kicked back and relaxed, legs spread wide with my cock in hand waiting for her to make her move. She pulled back just before reaching my face.

“What is it?” I asked.

“May I kiss you?” She softly whispered in the smallest voice imaginable.

“Of course.” I reached over and grabbed her by the back of the neck, just hard to enough to let her know I was going to be her owner from here on out. She released a little whimper as only a sissy could.

Our lips locked and she immediately shoved her tongue in my mouth and I retaliated by trying to stick my tongue as far as I could down her throat. We made out for several minutes violently attacking the other’s tongue without own until the mixture of our mouths was dripping and drooling down her chin and onto my cock.

“Fuck.” I screamed as I shoved her head down by the back of the neck. “Smell it. Just fucking smell it.” I told her as I held her face inches away from my cock.

“That’s the smell of your owner’s cock. You’d better fucking like it.”

I could feel the warmth of her breath along the shaft of my rock hard cock; the windows were dripping with sweat from the condensation of our body heat.

“Open your mouth.” I commanded as I felt her jaw unhinge and open, I forcefully shoved my cock down her throat until she had no choice but to gag.

“Get on your knees and arch your back. I want to see your ass while I fuck your throat.” I told her, and she obeyed like a good sissy girl.

With one hand on the back of her neck, I slowly and gently continued to slide her throat up and down the shaft of my cock; she gagged over and over again but never once put her hands up or attempted to stop. With my free hand I reached over the small of her back and cupped one of her ass cheeks in my hand and squeezed it; I squeezed it and slapped her ass as hard as I could and my cock grew harder with each whimper and gasp that left her mouth as she struggled to keep my cock in her throat. I popped one finger into my mouth and then slid it down the crack of her ass and onto her asshole.. Or should I say her pussy. I twirled my dripping wet finger around the rim of her cunt and I could feel it winking, just waiting and dying for me to penetrate it.

I started to gently tease it with the base of my finger and popped it in just barely and back out; once I started to push further I realized this was the tightest sissy hole I’d ever felt! My cock started to tingle.

“Stop.” I told her, “You’re going to make me cum.”

I needed that pussy; I pushed her up and onto her back against the oppostie door of the car. I grabbed my cock and pressed it up against her warm and wet hole; I rubbed it up and down, gently pressing into like I had done with my finger but it was so tight that I couldn’t get even the head of my cock into it. Amber was looking up at me with her baby blues and reached up with one hand and softly put it around the back of my neck; her hands were so small and so soft it felt like I was being touched by a woman. A feeling I had not felt in years. She slowly pulled my face towards hers never breaking eye contact and softly kissed me; my cock twitched and pulsed as I started to cum. I tried to pull back to stop myself but Amber held me tightly never once breaking her lock with my lips; I exhaled “fuck” through my breath and into her mouth. I stroked my cock and busted my load all over her tiny little clit sack.

I struggled to catch my breath.

“You’re mine now. You belong to me.” I said.

Amber nodded.

“You’re coming home with me now and tomorrow I’m going to fill out the necessary paper work to make sure no man can have you besides me.” I told her.

She nodded again and pulled out her phone to text:

“Yes daddy. That is all I want. I’m sorry for not talking. My voice is not as feminine as I would like it to be for you, but I will go through the vocal training program starting tomorrow.”

And that’s how I met Amber; that was four years ago.. And I will never give her up.

Crystal, I’ve owned for almost two years coming up this January. She stood out from the rest of the sissy sluts I’ve met because she didn’t give it up to just anyone. That’s right, this little sissy cunt was so sexy that she knew she could say no and there was not one thing anyone could do about it. I think most men feared that if they reported her for insubordination that they’d lose the chance to ever have her.. And I can speak from experience when I say that’s heart breaking.

This little cunt had such an attitude that the first time I met her, was when she had invited me back to her apartment after a night out I ended up leaving with nothing to show for it and like every other man she’d shot down, I felt disgusted, insulted, and motivated to have her.

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Escapades of Eva Ch. 46

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Crawling carefully on her hands and knees Eva started to follow Sir Dan as he walked around the room. She was heeling him again, as he wanted. And, as she would if they were at the dungeon and walking, she tried to stay a foot or two behind and to the right side of him.

She was watching his feet and he would walk a bit, then he would stop to look at something at one of the display stands, and she would almost run into his legs. Her knees were beginning to get sore. And she was trying not to complain. But she couldn’t help breathing a little harder as she limped after Sir.

Then suddenly he ran about five feet ahead of her. She picked up speed the best she could on her hands and knees and toddled to him. When she reached him he turned the corner and ran a few more steps ahead. As she hustled to keep up again she heard him say, “I told you to heel bitch.”

“Yes Sir,” she gasped as she tried hard to catch up.

Then when she was only a foot from his feet he yelled, “Ahaaa!” and he jumped over her head and ran a few steps behind her. “Come on pet,” he chuckled and at that point she looked up to see a big grin on his face.

She narrowed her eyes and gave him a pouty look; adding, “Yes Sir,” and she started to stand up.

“No Bitch!” he bellowed, “I told you to heel.” Startled, she fell back to her knees and looking at him timidly she crawled as fast as she could to his feet.

Then he immediately jumped over her again and dashed behind her, laughing. She turned and tried to catch up with him again. And again he scrambled in another direction. “Over here pet,” he howled with laughter. Eva crawled after him again. And as she approached him he scampered quickly away.

Finally, panting and wheezing, she lifted her head and watched as he dashed in another direction. Each time she would try to follow him he would run another way laughing and laughing. Then she noticed that he was about to come toward her to jump over her again. She pretended to go after him and as he jumped she turned herself at the same time and grabbed him around his feet.

Sir Dan stumbled and rolled to the floor with Eva still holding his feet. He was porno indir howling so hard that he doubled over and held his arms across his tummy. He was laughing and panting and gasping for breath.

Quickly, she climbed on top of him straddling his body and began to lick his face like a puppy. She was panting and jumping around him and licking him just like a dog would.

“Arf, arf,” she barked, and tried to lick his face once again. “Look Sir,” she grinned, “Am I heeling good Sir?” Sir grabbed her and rolled her over on her back. Then he jumped on top of her, straddling her.

“Oh do you think that’s funny my silly pet?” he growled as he grabbed her head and began to rub it with his knuckles. “How about some noogies, huh pet?”

“Owie, owie Sir.” she gasped. And when Sir Dan reached over her to knuckle her head again he looked so comical that she suddenly could not stop laughing. “Oh please Sir,” she gasped, “I am going to wet my pants.” And, she doubled over anew.

Sir gave her a wicked grin and said, “So pee slut.” And, still sitting astride his sub he started tickling her until she was wiggling and laughing hilariously. She tried to get away from him but he clamped his legs around her shoulders even harder, and continued to tickle her.

“Oh Sir please. I … I … I cant breathe Sir.”

Suddenly he made a silly face and chuckled, “Why pet I thought we were going to get some water sports out of you,” and he lifted his weight off of her a little but not enough for her to escape.

She was laughing so hard she could not answer. Since Sir was nude and straddling her neck she had a wicked idea of her own and grinned, “Mmmmm…” she moaned and bent her head forward to lick at his soft naked cock. “Woof, woof,” she barked and licked his balls up and down.

“No fair,” he yelped. But instead of moving away he pressed his cock, which was stiffening between her open lips. “Lets see if you think this is funny,” he said as he shoved his meat into her mouth. Eva sucked on the delicious head of her Sir’s cock and as she was just beginning to enjoy it he jerked it away from her.

Looking into rokettube his eyes with feigned disappointment, she smiled prettily as she bent her head toward his cock again and began to lick the head. As she continued to keep eye contact she began to notice a hard look take over his face and without a word he moved a few inches closer to her mouth.

She was in the right position to suck her beloved Sir’s hard shaft and when he did not pull away she continued to lick the sensitive head of the cock she loved so much. After licking up and down his hardening penis on first one side and then the other, still looking into his eyes, she felt the trembling and the wetness begin in her cut.

His eyes were riveted on hers and she felt suddenly conscious of every inch of her body. It was as if his steady gaze had reached into her hot pussy and was pulling an orgasm from inside her. She shuddered.

She loved her Sir so much that his very glance made her cunt quake with desire for his slightest touch. He had an expression of control that she had never seen before and she was mesmerized by it. She could not look away.

She continued to lick his meat and finally she could hold her feelings no more. Still locked in his gaze she whispered, “May I please cum Sir?”

“Yes you may my little one,” he answered, and still looking into her eyes, he gently took her lovely face in his hands and guided his now raging hard-on to her lips.

Slowly she licked around the head of the beloved cock he was holding in place for her and she could see that his eyes were beginning to glaze over. And then with a sexy little smile she sucked the sensitive head of his cock into her hungry lips. At that very moment her legs stiffened and her insides shook, and suddenly the hot cum gushed hard from her pussy.

At the same time Sir began to hump her face. She locked her lips on his shaft and sucked quickly as he began to ride her lovely face. He entwined his fingers in her soft thick auburn hair and began to pump her hot lips fast and hard. She took him deep into her mouth sucking all the while. And, as he held her to him by her hair she seks filmi felt his cock start to twitch. She sucked a little harder and as he pounded her mouth she began to whimper.

“That’s it, CUM BITCH,” her ordered.

And, as she came once again she doubled the sucking motion on his cock. “Arrrggghhh!” he groaned as he filled her waiting lips with warm slick cum. Eva swallowed hard, and her Sir fucked her mouth again and filled her lips once more. Then with one last thrust deep into her waiting throat he came again hard and long.

Eva swallowed one last time and lay still holding his softening cock in her mouth while he collapsed over her face. In a moment he lifted himself off of her face and, still pinned by his legs, she giggled and started lapping at his soft cock again.

He looked into her eyes in surprise and howled once more with laughter as he said, “You greedy slut. You are fucking insatiable.”

“Yes Sir,” she giggled and as he was getting off of her she licked his cock once more and began to pant like a puppy.

Screaming with laughter, he grabbed her again and rolled over and over with her on the floor. Both of them were in hysterics and they laughed so hard their sides were hurting. And then as their mirth subsided Sir kissed her tenderly and said; “Now pet lets get on with our exploration of this…this…”

“Adult playground?” she asked.

“Yes pet. This adult playground,” he chuckled and he stood up offering her his hand.

Once they were both standing again he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again. “Now pet. I think you need some discipline.” And he turned her a bit and began to spank her naked bottom with his hand.

“Oooo! Sir. oooooo!…” she murmured.

Then he smacked her hard on her ass and laughing he said, “Now behave.”

Then, giggling, he gave her a bow indicating that she should precede him, “After you my pet.” And, lifting her head haughtily Eva strolled past him bumping his hip gently with her own as she passed him. And then she began to look at more toys.

She was having so much fun. She moved around the room picking up each item and examining it closely. She asked Sir a lot of questions about the many strange items on display. She felt like a kid in a candy store, and she listened in wonder as he explained each unfamiliar item.

Suddenly she stopped. “Sir, what is that funny looking thing?” she asked, pointing across the room.

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Written over Thursday and Friday. The events happened Wednesday Evening.

OK, I’m going to ramble just a little bit more, and then I’ll get on with it.

When I originally wrote the first draft of this chapter, I realized something about my relationship with my husband. We don’t actually talk to each other very much when we’re having sex or getting ready to. When we do talk, it’s usually to share fantasies or to light each other up by saying something erotic or reminding each other of things we’ve done or things we’ve thought about.

It’s hard to capture what we said to each other Wednesday night and write it down. There weren’t many actual words that I can remember. Worse yet, most of what I can remember is stuff that I would have to explain to you. We “dance” with each other, knowing what we’re going to do, knowing how we do it and not having to say much.

So, I have a couple of options: I could write it the way it happened and explain everything as I go along. That would be really choppy and disjointed. Or, I could invent some dialog for the stuff that was unspoken – but that would feel unnatural.

I’m choosing a middle ground. I took a tip from the movie “Finding Forester” and just wrote the first draft straight from the heart. Most of it was what I was feeling and what was going on in our minds. Some of it was dialog but not necessarily what we actually said. I didn’t worry about that. The funny thing is that the first draft read as if we were communicating telepathically for part of it.

Someone once said that a good marriage is like conjoined twins, joined at the mind. That’s the real essence of our relationship. It feels like magic but that’s the way it is. We react to what we know the other is thinking, sometimes without really knowing how we know. A lot of it is shared experience and some of it is non-verbal stuff that we aren’t conscious of. Maybe some of it really is telepathy. Probably not, but it sounds romantic.

When I was done with the first draft, I went back through and added some words to make sense of it all – since you aren’t part of our collective mind. Most of those added words are the “whispers” (you’ll understand in a moment).

I hope it works. Please let me know.

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Wednesday Evening … continued…

There was a feeling of impending dread as I listened to him coming up the stairs. I almost wanted to sit down, but then I also wanted to be on my feet to hug him when he walked into the room. The door opened – my breath caught as he walked in. He closed the door, reminding me somewhere in the back of my brain that I wasn’t cold; despite the very cool A/C.

He’s a little taller than I am, even when I’m wearing heels. He had on his black silk boxers and matching black silk kimono robe. (That’s something I worked on before we were even married: getting him to wear matching clothes). Oh, and he wasn’t wearing anything else. The robe was partially open so his hairy chest was exposed. I went to him like a magnet and buried myself in that big hairy chest, purring and moaning as he wrapped his arms around me.

“Hmmm you smell nice… and you feel nice.” He said it quietly in my ear but since I was so close, it felt like thunder. He ran his hand up and down my back, enjoying the satin and pressing me into him as he gave me a back rub.

There was a little chuckle as his hand crossed my bra. “Hmmm… girl stuff.”

It’s funny how he can be so childish and so… so much of a hunk at the same time. I slipped my arms inside his robe so I could wrap them around his bare skin. He groaned, so I slid my hand down his back and just inside the waistband.

Immediately, he took my arms away and put his hands at my sides. He held me out a little and I looked up at him. His face was a little annoyed – playfully annoyed. “That will be quite enough of that, young lady.” I stepped back and looked down at my feet, trying to look contrite but failing miserably. I giggled. I felt giddy again. This was good.

“I love you sweetie,” I whispered, as I looked back up at him. To Hell with contrition – I wanted him to touch me. I swallowed hard and just looked up at him, anticipating. His face softened. He wanted this as much as I did and was having as much trouble trying to act serious. I didn’t care one bit about being serious.

“Now… you were not a good girl this morning, were you?”

I laughed, “Of course not, silly, you knew I was going to do it as soon as you told me not to.” We both smiled, looking at each other. He pointed to the floor in front of the futon. I walked over and stood there.

“Back up”, he said. I did. He sat down. I took that to mean I was going over his lap, so I moved to his side.

He stopped me, whispering, “Nope, lose the bra.”

I went back to standing in front of him; now I was embarrassed. He sat back and relaxed, ready to enjoy the show, so I gave him one. I moved in close and shrugged the robe off xhamster porno of my shoulders (it was already open). He seemed to like that. Then I started to unbutton my top, staring at his eyes the whole time.

His eyes, of course, were on my hands and what they were uncovering. When I finished unbuttoning, I opened the blouse and leaned over him, letting it gape open. The bra is smooth stretchy satin and shows a fair amount of cleavage.

I leaned in a little more to give him a nice close view (and a good whiff of perfume). Then, I decided to go further. I nudged his legs together and straddled him, putting my hands on the cushion above his head. This was going to be a lap dance, with the exception that he was allowed to use his hands.

He opened the blouse a little wider and put his hands on my sides. It felt good and I leaned in to kiss him. As I did, he moved his hands up to cup my breasts and slide his hands on the bra. I couldn’t feel it as much as I wanted to, but I knew he was enjoying it. Our lips locked and our tongues started wrestling (toothpaste… he had brushed his teeth, that reminded me of where this all began).

He moved his hands back and started to lift the blouse off of me. I lifted my arms and tried to make it easier, but it didn’t work. I had to break the kiss and help him slide it off of my arms. I almost fell off of him onto the floor (yes, married couples get awkward sometimes). Anyway, that left me naked from the waist up, except for the bra.

He took hold of my upper hips to steady me and I reached back to unhook it. (This is something I used to practice in front of a mirror when I was growing up. I love the sexiness of it and what it does to a man who’s watching).

Once the bra was unhooked, I brought my hands forward and slowly slid the straps off of my shoulders. I watched his face; he watched the cleavage. I decided to just let it drop into his lap. Well, that didn’t work; I had to tug a little on the straps to get it out from underneath my breasts. At that point, I was freezing and my nipples were sticking out. He reached out to touch them. I rose up on my knees and leaned into him, pressing his warm face right in the middle.

I felt his hands move to my back and down my sides and to the sides of my breasts. Then he put his hands on my bottom. I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him in.

After a bit, he pushed me back and breathed a couple of times (yes, I can smother him in there if I want to). He nibbled each nipple briefly and then slid forward to push me off of the futon, back onto my feet. It was too soon for me, I wanted to keep going… but he was getting overheated. When he stood up, his erection was sticking out of the fly of his boxers. I reached out to stroke it but he stopped me and made me put my top back on. I did as he watched but now he was impatient. He didn’t even let me button it, instead turning me back around to face the futon, with him standing to my left.

That meant that my spanking was about to start, and that I would be leaning over the futon. He whispered, “I had planned on putting you over my lap, but I don’t think I could handle it right now.” I looked over at his boxers and confirmed that he truly was in no condition to have me over his lap (giggle).

Then I noticed something behind him, to his left, on the opposite end table (the one farthest from the door, to the left of the futon). I was instantly frightened. I looked at him aghast. “No… you’re not going to use that are you?”

He smirked, knowing he had the upper hand (OK, knowing that he had even more of an upper hand). “Well that depends on your behavior.” He picked up the paddle from the futon. Somehow he had laid it beside where he had been sitting. He tapped his hand with it, making a smacking noise. “If you behave, I’ll only use this… otherwise…” He looked over his shoulder at the other thing.

“No, honey, I can’t.” I panicked, I turned toward him and put my hands on his arms, resisting. He put his hand on my back and gently, but forcefully, turned me back toward the futon, leaning me forward to put my hands on the wall above it. I backed up and turned toward him again. He was still on my left side. “No! I can’t write about that! There’s too much… stuff… involved.” I could feel the tears welling up. “PLEASE DON’T!” I cried.

He set the paddle down on the futon in front of me and put his arms around me, turning me away from him. He was so strong but so gentle. He kissed the back of my neck and nibbled my ear lobe as his hands crisscrossed in front of me and moved inside the blouse to my breasts. He whispered, calming me down. “It’s OK, sweetie,” his words were barely louder than breathing. “I won’t use it on you as long as you cooperate and don’t give me any more trouble.”

I started breathing heavy, partly because his hands and body were turning me on and partly because I was scared. He wanted complete submission. yaşlı porno The price for resistance was something I couldn’t bare.

I’m sorry, but I can’t even bring myself to tell you what the thing sitting on the end table was. It’s another thing that he uses to spank me sometimes. It doesn’t hurt any more than the paddle; in fact it’s a little less painful, physically. But… it has a lot of emotional baggage. It brings back some serious memories that I just do not want to share with anyone. I tried to get my breathing under control and tried to calm down.

He was nibbling on my neck and saying soothing things in my ear like “it’s all right, you can do it”. I took a deep breath. He said, “If you relax and do exactly what I tell you, no arguments and no resistance, the [other thing] will stay right where it is.” In the back of my mind, I understood. Somewhere along the line, he had to do something to make it uncomfortable and scary for me. I was getting used to the idea that I would be writing about the spanking, so that was losing a little of its edge.

His added surprise put the edge right back into it. I was scared. It was an irrational fear. In the end, even if he did use it on me, he wouldn’t force me to write about it. Well, he would, but I would have an out. Anyway, I felt exposed.

I felt as if you were an invisible audience, munching popcorn while he was getting ready to paddle me. In addition to everything else, I had to be ultra-submissive. I usually complain, resist, put my hand behind me; all of the things you do when you get a hard spanking. This time, I had to cooperate, or the “audience” would find out what was sitting on the end table.

I took a deep breath and stood up to the futon. I put both hands on the wall above it and kept my knees straight.

Now for the part about the slippers: When I bend over the futon, the slippers elevate my hips and stretch my legs. It gives me just a little bit more of a “bottom in the air” feeling. We both like it. He likes the way it looks, I like the way it stretches me and I like the effect it has on him. He hadn’t put the slippers in the bathroom because he was figuring on having me over his lap. I had assumed it would be like this but that he forgotten the slippers.

He nudged me, telling me to move my feet apart. The paddle was still on the futon, right below me on the seat. I was staring down at it. He stepped up to me and put his left arm under my chest, inside the wide-open blouse, cupping my right side and pressing his arm below my breasts. It gave me a little bit of support and it let him hold me close to him. He slipped his right hand under the shirttail and slid his hand down to on my thigh. It was the first step of the “invasion”. I closed my eyes and started breathing heavy. My knees were weak, no longer from fear but from excitement.

He whispered, “I love how smooth this is.” I felt his hand slide up, cupping my left thigh, until it reached the top, right where the panty line was. As he crossed that threshold, his fingertips stroked me between the legs. It was through two layers of satin but it was wonderful. I think I remember saying “Oh, God, Please!”

His hand moved up and down, cupping my curve while his fingers caressed the very center of my, um… well, you know.

I wanted his fingers to keep going, to Hell with everything else.

SMACK – “Ahhhhhh!” My bottom stung. I didn’t even notice him pull his hand back. It caught me off guard – SMACK, “Owwww!” Three more. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK “Owwwwwwwww”. I couldn’t think, couldn’t get my bearing. He switched from caressing to spanking so suddenly that I couldn’t shift gears.

I started crying almost immediately. I couldn’t get my “defense mechanisms” up to relax and take it. He had snuck in under my emotional radar and gotten to my fear right away. The spanks kept coming, just as hard, just as fast. They didn’t let up for even a moment so I could catch my breath. I couldn’t resist, couldn’t even ask him to wait. I had to avoid that other thing. Thank God it was only his hand and thank God for the PJs and panties… at least for the moment.

I usually count the swats in my head, but this time I didn’t have time. I cringed, cried out loud, sobbed, and I hurt. I think he was surprised that I cried right away. It usually takes time to build up to that. I was also getting excited.

His spanks were alternating back and forth, two on each side. On the left-side strokes, he was cupping just enough to put pressure between my legs; he didn’t hurt me there but I felt the pulsing of his fingers probing me and getting me really turned on.

Then he stopped. I have no idea how long it was. There was no rest, however. I had to stay in position.

My PJ bottoms felt smooth going down to mid thigh – and immediately the swatting resumed. All of this spanking was with his hand.

As before, he started so quickly that I didn’t have time to aldatma porno prepare myself. These were stinging on the now-bare tops of my thighs and slapping my bottom through the panties. I started crying again. Actually, I don’t know if I ever stopped. He kept going at the same speed and same pattern and same force.

All through this, his other arm was under me, holding me and, now, caressing the side of my right breast as it dangled and swung in time with the spanks. He slid his hand over to cup it and ran his fingers over the nipple. I felt him very clearly groping me even though all the while he was still spanking relentlessly with his right hand. I also remember seeing the paddle on the seat as a reminder of things to come.

His head leaned down behind my ear and nuzzled in my hair. I could hear him breath deeply through his nose, taking in my scent. He nipped me a little to the left of my neck, I think with his teeth. It was all too much. I was getting the electric feeling in my inner thighs. He could sense it too.

He stopped spanking just long enough to slide the panties down and retrieve the paddle from underneath me. This time I was prepared and bit my lip as the first hard smack of the paddle landed on my bare bottom. Biting my lip didn’t help.

I screamed.

My knees buckled but I forced them back. He kept going. These, I was able to count. They were much more painful but slower, probably one a second. And, there were only twelve of them. Each of them burned and made me scream in pain.

When he stopped. I was able to catch my breath. He stood up, releasing my chest. He pulled the PJ bottoms and panties all the way off and told me to kneel into the futon. I did. I put my knees all the way into the cushion and held onto the top of the back of the frame. He removed the slippers. It tickled a little. I could feel the cool air on the back of my legs. He knelt beside me and put his hand back underneath. The closeness was intoxicating. Then I felt his fingers gently stroking the underside of my breasts again.

This position is much more comfortable. I don’t have my legs stretched and don’t have to hold myself up as much. I closed my eyes and waited for the spanking to resume. Instead, I felt the soft furry side of the paddle on my lower thigh. It was climbing up my leg toward the center.

On the way, it accentuated the burning sensation in my bottom and thighs. The stinging feeling adds more energy to it all. When the furry paddle reached the top, I could feel it all over my whole pubic area. With my knees tucked and my panties all the way off, my body was bare, and that whole section was completely exposed. The fur fluffed together with my fur and almost took me over the edge. My knees were even weaker. I started to slip downward and couldn’t quite pull myself up.

I felt the paddle move away and heard it thud on the floor. I breathed a sigh of relief.

No more spanking.

His hand replaced the paddle and held me back up. The pressure was nice. Then, almost immediately, his fingers pried my lips apart and opened me up. The instant he touched me there, I felt the climax begin. It started much faster than I’d expected.

“More” I whispered and he did more. His hand went right to the source and drove me over the edge. His thumb (it had to have been his thumb) went inside and massaged from the other side.

I lost it.

I screamed, moaned, said all sorts of things – mostly incoherent – and I stopped worrying about holding myself up. His hand (behind me) and his arm (under me) supported me.

It quickly became more intense than I could handle. I tried to pull forward but he “had hold” of me between the legs and kept with me. He pushed my building orgasm up and over the top. I came, I held it and then I relaxed.

He didn’t stop; he pushed me to another one and a third… I said, “OK, OK, OK… stop, Ooooohhhhhhh” and that was number four, “Nooooo, noooo, nooooooooooooo,” and that was five. There was no sense of time. I think it took a lot longer than this, but who knows?

“Wait wait wait wait wait, Araraagggghhhh”, that was six. All the while he was doing this, he was also squeezing (make that groping) my breasts and hugging me to his body. He also had his head up by my ear and I could feel his breath on my neck. On top of that, he giggled a few times as I came. He loves torturing me.

After the sixth one – I think – his fingers slowed down and stopped. They held still, in the same place, right on the center. [By “the center” I mean right on the spot where it would make me go nuts if he moved. I think it’s the underside of the clit. I don’t really know. It doesn’t feel like that when I do it].

I breathed deeply for a few breaths.

Just before I was ready, he flicked his fingers for an instant and sent me over the edge again. Then he kept the pressure up but didn’t move. I rode the wave of number… seven… I think, but who’s counting [I found out later that he was, damn him]. My legs tightened and I leaned back into his hand. I came again from that and took a couple of breaths… Again, just before I was ready, he flicked his fingers and thumb again, just for an instant of motion, then stopped. I went right over the edge again.

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Part 1

The twenty-eighth day of the month had come around, and he was very much excited. His penis was erect and he could not even see what she was wearing, yet. The twenty-eighth day is the latest of each month that he could have her put on a little show for him, since February is the shortest month. It was her way of saying thank you for all that he has done to her; her words, not his. In fact it was a thought that was entirely hers, and he had gladly accepted. She had always shown great initiative; it was her mind that impressed him most, despite her incredible beauty.

It was a high-backed armchair, rather deep with high armrests, entirely covered in thickly-cushioned black leather. It stood in the far corner of the bedroom, and in it he sat. It was a large chair, with plenty of room, yet not too much room, so the chair was not too big. He crossed one leg over the other, chin perched in his left hand, and his left elbow relaxed on the armrest.

The bedroom door opened, revealing a stunning young woman, who entered and turned to click the door quietly shut. She leaned her buttocks and hands against it for support, and winked at him with a smile that can bring a person to their trembling knees.

Part 2

Her hair was a mixture of light and dark browns, with locks flowing all the way to her elbows. She combed her fingers through her hair, a show of desire by stroking it up and over her head. She held her hand there for a moment with that naughty look in her eye, which she herself knew, looked mischievous. It was sexy, his trousers tightening, and then she let it fall tecavüz porno messily down the side of her head.

He could see her face once again, beautifully framed with pretty lips and fluttering eyelashes. Her skin glowed radiantly and her smile was so incredible. Those eyes, filled with intoxicating desire, had once asked to seduce him to the core; it made him want to reach out and just take her now. But he did not want to spoil this, so politely he watched. In a voluntary sign of submission, her face tilted down, a lustful darkness came over her grinning features, and her eyes had to look upwards to see him.

She wore lace lingerie; a deep-blue shade. The bra straps were fairly wide, connecting across her collar bones with a blue rose he could see in the middle. The bra covered the sides of her breasts, wide strips of elegant flower-patterns reaching down and under her breasts to lift them up. The large window formed at the front threatened to spill, enhancing her cleavage so that he could see shadow even from the far end of the room. An image that was now gratefully imprinted in his mind. Around her waist was a suspender belt, attached to her stockings. Over them were blue lace panties that would have barely covered her labia at all, had they been a bit thinner. She truly was breath-taking.

And then she went one step further. Her elegance deserved respect, that dark lust clear in her expression as she slid down the door. She got to her knees, hands splaying out over the thick, beige carpet, and she began stalking towards him.

Part 3

She üvey anne porno slowly crept towards him, teasing him with a view down her cleavage, her gaze fixed on his. She passed the bed, finally reaching his bare feet, and kissed them softly. She rose up his legs, palms on his knees. He taught her this position a long time ago, and she took a while to remember, but now it was second nature to her. She worked her way up his lap and her smile grew wider. He had also taught her to use manners, but for this session she did not need to ask for his permission. She looked up at him, her hand on the bulge in his trousers, and now slid her hands up to his chest. She lifted herself higher and sat on his lap, bringing her face close to his. She did not need to ask him for anything, and she loved it. He could see the passion in her eyes, with a longing to do whatever she wanted; a message he understood privately.

She closed her eyes, right hand rising to his cheek, and she skimmed her lips against his. Fireworks exploded; he knew that there was not a stronger message. His eyes were already closed, the kiss was so brief that their lips barely touched, and she pulled away with the naughtiest of grins. She caressed the end of her finger down his cheek. He smiled back, entertained by her teasing, and his hands glided down her stockings. He squeezed her feet, but she took his hands in hers and held them against her rear. He smiled wider and complied, squeezing her cheeks tightly. She hummed humorously, pushing her hips backwards into his grip and then grinding üvey erkek kardeş porno forwards over his bulge. Her hands squeezed his over her ass, making sure his fingers stayed exactly where she wanted them, and then she held his face with both hands and leaned in again.

Her lips reached for his, their eyes closed, and her tongue searched the air until it found his mouth. She played with him again, pulling back as he tried to kiss her, but when he leaned back in waiting she came back in and kissed him. Their faces rose slightly, her left hand going to his chest, her hips rowing over his stiff bulge, and her tongue danced with his. Their lips clicked, their mouths sucked, and their faces rolled over each other in a slow yet passionate fight for each other’s oxygen. He squeezed her ass tightly and she pulled out of the kiss with a satisfied smile, eyes opening to look down at him. She took her hand from his face, combing her hair over to the side of her face, and he stared into those beautiful blue eyes.

She took his hands from behind her, allowing her to slide off his lap, and she stood up, leaning over him to grab his tie. She yanked hard and he stood with her, their faces meeting again for another kiss. She bent her left knee, lifting her foot off the ground, and he hugged her tightly. Her skin was smooth, her body hot, and her scent was so intoxicating that his heart thundered in his ears. He looked into those stunning eyes of hers and he could see that she had a lot of fun planned for him, all revealed in the biting of her lip.

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Simply climbing the stairs out of the storerooms proved to be a challenge like no other I’d ever faced. I nearly fell three different times when I stepped on the hem of that infernal skirt. I don’t know how any of the women in the keep ever did it. Yes, Master Oringel was definitely going to pay for this. Why had I even asked him for help in the first place? A single lost finger was nothing compared to what I was facing now.

Why was I even heading up to the kitchens as the Chamberlain wanted? Cooking was work for women. Regardless of how I might have looked at the moment, I didn’t have to subject myself to that, did I? I could have refused, simply played the part of being “Stephanie” for a moment and claimed I was no longer interested in the job, but I suppose I hadn’t been thinking too straight at the time.

At the top of the stairs, I could hear the sounds of bustling activity as the keep prepared for the evening’s festivities. Every last hand had been pressed into service and most had been working since before dawn. Careful to stay out of sight, I leaned around the corner. The short corridor beyond was filled with more people than I’d ever seen there before. The kitchens at the far end appeared to be utter madness.

Seeing all that, I realized there was no way I could do what Master Oringel and the Chamberlain wanted. Just to get to the kitchens, I’d have to walk a gauntlet of my fellow servants. I knew all of them and worked with most every day. I simply couldn’t face them looking like this. Maybe I could hide for a few days in some dark corner of the castle. The curse might even wear off on its own by then. Surely it couldn’t be permanent. Even magic has limits, doesn’t it?

Of course, I was just a stable hand. What did I know about magic? Master Oringel was a member of the cadre, the most powerful mages in all of Vitrelay. If anyone could forever curse a person with a casual wave of his wand, it would be him. If I angered him by hiding, then I might very end up stuck in this ungainly, bloated body the rest of my life.

I couldn’t live like that. I’d sooner die. Maybe I should have simply gone to the top of the high tower and thrown myself off right then. After all, even if Master Oringel did change me back eventually, I’d still have to face the Chamberlain. However, suicide wasn’t an option I was seriously willing to consider just yet — at least not while I still had all my fingers.

Two side doors opened off of the corridor and lead to other parts of the keep. There was no way I’d get to even the closest one without being seen, but it was either risk momentary embarrassment with that, or thrust myself headfirst into the lion’s den by going to the kitchens as I’d been instructed.

I didn’t even have to think about it before choosing the second option.

It no longer mattered if I angered Master Oringel by hiding. I might have been willing to except this humiliation from him, but that did not mean I was going to face the same from everyone else as well. With all of them hard at work, they probably wouldn’t even notice me. I just had to keep as unobtrusive as possible.

Brushing a few strands of golden hair across my face, I hunched my shoulders and dropped my eyes to the floor; anything to help hide my shame. Praying that no one would recognize me, I took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway. After the trial of the stairs, walking on flat ground was a little easier, but I still felt as if I was going to fall flat on my face if I didn’t keep all my concentration on simply putting one foot down in front of the other.

One halting step after the other carried me down the corridor. Around me, my fellow stable hands were busy bringing fresh supplies in from the courtyard. Against the walls, girls were hunched over piles of flowers as they tied garlands to decorate the great hall. Elsewhere, women from the kitchen were digging through piles of extra pots and pans looking for just right one while others prepared chickens and rabbits and vegetables for the various extravagant dishes that were to be served that evening. I did my best to ignore them all and simply concentrated on my goal. Just a few more paces and I’d put all of them behind me.

However, the boisterous chatter filling the hallway seemed to stop abruptly at my approach, leaving only the sounds of dropping knives, rustling fabrics, and clanking pots. I must have looked quite freakish indeed to have attracted that much attention so quickly. I could feel their eyes on me, burning through the mortifying disguise I’d been forced to wear. I knew that if I so much as looked up they would all start laughing at my miserable state. I dared not do so for fear I’d lose what little resolve I’d managed to gather in order to get that far. I lowered my eyes further still, if that was even possible, and hurried on as fast as my clumsy gait allowed.

The short set of stairs that lead up to the inner chambers opened to my right. Things would be quitter there and I’d üvey kız kardeş porno have plenty of opportunities to find a hiding spot. However, several huge men were crowding the entire passageway with their bodies as they carefully maneuvered an ornate sideboard up the stairs. Rather than stand there looking like a fool as I waited for them to get out of the way, giving everyone amble opportunity to stare at me some more, I kept moving, acting as if I knew where I was going.

The passageway down to the stables was my next (and last) opportunity to avoid the kitchens. Unfortunately, it was even more blocked than the previous one had been. A number of hulking men were busy forcing several gigantic casts of ale up the stairs. They were going so slowly, maybe I’d be better to go back and wait for the other passageway to clear. I was stepping madly back and forth between my tiptoes as I looked from one to the other. Neither appeared to be moving at all. Even when it became clear my intent was to get past them, the men with the barrels paid little heed to my plight. It looked as though I had no other choice but to use that ridiculous voice I was now stuck with.

“Pl-please…um sirs, might I pass?” I practically whispered. It was a miracle the man supervising the others actually heard me.

With a swagger, he stepped forward and surveyed me with his eyes. The corner of his mouth turned up into lecherous smile. “Now lass, we’re in a bit of a hurry here. Chamberlain says we gotta get all this in right away, no time for slacking.”

And what exactly did everyone think they were doing by standing around staring at me? I nearly choked when I looked up at the man and say that it was Griffith. We’d been friends for ages. He’d be more likely than anyone to recognize me, but at the moment, that was not what I was afraid of. I’d never thought of him as being particularly big, but those bulging muscles of his now looked as if they could snap me in half without any effort at all.

“Please,” I said again. My heart sank when I heard that same insipid voice coming from my mouth, only now on the verge of tears. What was wrong with me? Was I now going to start acting like a woman as well, breaking down in tears at the drop of a hat? I had to get out of there.

“Sorry, lass,” Griffith said. He almost sounded like he actually was. “But we’re almost done. Give us another ten minutes and we’ll be out of your way.”

Ten minutes? Standing around in that crowded hallway with all those eyes on me?

“Hey now, what’s going on out here!” a shrill voice called from the kitchens. I knew it all too well as belonging to Holainah, mistress in charge of the all the women in the keep. “Get back to it, the lot of you! We’ve got work to do!”

Everyone hopped back to their tasks, me all but forgotten — except by Holainah, of course.

“And just who the hell are you supposed to be? I know all the girls in the keep and you’re not one of them.” She brandished the long wooden spoon in my face like a club. I’d seen her use it often enough like one as well. “You’d better speak up when I ask you a question, girl, or I’ll put you over my knee! And don’t think I won’t — I don’t care how old you are. If that doesn’t teach you some manners, I’ll let the Chamberlain have at you.”

Maybe it wouldn’t have been such a bad idea to get myself fired as soon as possible, but the thought of facing the Chamberlain again made my skin crawl. My voice came out at a squeak even before I was completely aware of what I was saying.

“Um, please, I’m new here, um, the…the Chamberlain sent me to see if you needed any help…?”

I could play along for a little while, at least until I found a chance to slip away. With hands on her amble hips, Holainah eyed me like a rotten piece of meat for several long second before saying anything.

“What’s your name, girl?”

“Math — Steph — Stephanie.” It took more effort than I could image to utter something so inherently wrong.

Suddenly there was a whoosh through the air as the spoon struck my backside hard enough to make me yelp. Several girls giggled behind their hands as they hurried past. I would have glared after them if Holainah’s yelling wasn’t occupying my complete attention.

“If you’re going to work here, you will address me as ‘mistress,’ is that understood, girl!”

“Y-yes…mistress,” I said, feeling like I wanted nothing more than to slink away and hide in a corner somewhere. Holainah stared at me again, as if debating whether or not I deserved another swat with the spoon, but then turned and gestured me toward the kitchens.

“Well, get moving, we haven’t got all day!”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Come on now, hurry up,” she said, storming along right on my heels. I swear I could feel that spoon flailing back and forth through the air just behind my head. Everyone we passed, servant men and women alike, all laughed outright at the sight of it. Suddenly, the thought xnxx porno of throwing myself from the high tower didn’t seem like such a bad idea after all.

The kitchens were huge, spread out over several different rooms, and today, every square inch was in use for one purpose or another. Just stepping though the door, I nearly ran right into someone carrying a steaming rack of loaves. I skidded to a halt, but Holainah grabbed me from behind and ushered me to the side, off into one of the back corners of the kitchen. There, a few barrels had been set up with a board across them to create a makeshift table. At one end a large old woman sat shelling peas, while at the other were a pair of girls about my age who were busy polishing silverware.

“What’ve ya got there, Holainah?” the older woman said, without even breaking the rhythm of what she was doing. Apparently she didn’t need to address Holainah by her title. The two younger girls looked up from their work and eyed me with a sort of morbid curiosity. I stood before them all, trying to make myself as small as possible.

“Alright Stephie, you’ll be helping out Greta and Nat there with the silverware,” Holainah said. “They’re so slow, they could use the help.”

“Yes, mistress,” I peeped.

Then I felt the sting of the spoon across my butt once again and reared up straight as could be, my ample chest inadvertently thrust forward for all the world to gaze upon. All three of the women laughed, but none louder than the old one, who cackled on in a rowdy guffaw.

“What — what was that for?” I demanded of Holainah as I rubbed my backside.

“Standup straight! I’ll not have any of my girls slouching around like those brutes out in the stables. Is that understood?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good, now get to work! We still have a lot to do before this evening and not enough time to do it!”

Holainah hurried off, already yelling at someone else for some minor infraction.

“Hi, I’m Greta,” one of the two girls said after Holainah was gone. She was a cute little brunette who I’d flirted with on more than one occasion. However, as far I knew, no one had yet gotten under her dress. Her friend had jet black hair and an angular face that made it look like she was always scowling. Griffith claimed to have gotten her to go down on him once, but I never wanted to try for fear she might bite something off. “And this is Natalie. You’re Stephie?”

“um…yeah, Stephanie, that’s me, I guess.”

The older woman laughed again, rolling back and forth on the barrel she was using as a stool. “Damn girl, don’t even know your own name?” I’d seen her around before but we’d never met — after all who would want to socialize with a fat old hag like her? Now I found myself wishing we would have stayed strangers.

Greta and Natalie shifted over on the small bench they were sharing to give me a tiny little edge to sit on. With that diabolical corset squeezing my already sizable hips out on the bottom and my gigantic chest out on the top, just sitting down proved to be a challenge getting both ends to counterbalance each other correctly. Teetering on that tiny bit of seat, it felt like my whole ass, which was so much more rounded and soft than before, kept wanting to roll out of from under me and push me right onto the floor.

I picked up a rag and an ornate knife and became polishing just like the others, trying my best not to look up. The way my arm kept brushing against my breasts every time I reached for something gave me a sick feeling inside. The sensation of them jiggling wasn’t entirely unpleasant but I just knew that even the slightest touch would be seen by the others and they’d instantly assume I was playing with myself, or something equally as humiliating. If Master Oringel was so intent on making me endure life as a woman for a time, why couldn’t he have at least given me a more normally proportioned body?

“You’re new here?” Greta said, her tight little body pressed up against mine. Under different circumstances, it would have been heaven, but with a corset biting into my ribs and the constant struggle to stay on the bench, it was anything but. She gritted her teeth as I tried once again to get more comfortable. “Are you from the village?”

“Um, yeah, I mean, I guess, I just moved here.” It seemed like a good enough lie to get me through for a while. After all, it was turning out to look as if no one at all was going to recognize me for who I really was.

“You’re not related to Mathis, by any chance, are you?” Natalie said. “You look a little like him.”

My blood ran cold. She must have noticed something. Was she going to string me along, just to humiliate me in front of the entire kitchen? That would just be my luck. If I looked anything like my masculine self, it was no wonder everyone kept staring. I couldn’t even imagine how hideous I would look as a woman. My jaw quivered and I didn’t dare look away from the ornate knife I’d begun polishing. zenci porno Again I shifted my weight to keep from falling off the bench and Greta groaned. I didn’t know what to say, but the fat woman shelling peas spoke up for me.

“Ha! Everyone around here is related to everyone else! You’re nothing but a bunch of inbreeds!”

The knife I was holding slipped out of my hand and I had to lunge to grab it before it clattered to the floor. That, however, threw me off balance and I only managed to keep myself on the bench by nearly unseating Greta. She in turn had to grab hold of the tabletop to keep from falling and it was only Natalie’s intervention that kept the whole thing from ending up on the floor.

A moment of utter stillness followed in which the fat woman laughed on and on, offering all manner of uncouth comments about my grace. That high tower was sounding more and more appealing all the time. Suddenly, Greta stood up with a sigh and nudged me in the shoulder with her hip. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye and she was glaring back at me.

“Excuse me,” she said. “I need to take a piss.”

“A piss?” I said. I’d never heard a girl speak like that before. Just the very thought of what it implied made my cheeks burn red.

“Yes, a piss! Would you please get out of my way!”

“Yeah, sorry,” I shuffled off the bench.

“Gods, what a fat-ass cow…” Greta muttered as she pushed past me. As she stormed away, we were treated to another chorus of laugher from the fat woman.

“What’s the matter girl, don’t anyone ever piss where you come from?”

“No, they do — I mean…I just never…”

“You’re not too bright are you, bitch?” she laughed loud enough that the entire kitchen heard her.

With more eyes than I cared to think about boring into me, I settled back onto the bench, all too conscious of how much my pillowy ass spread out now that it had amble room to do so. Regardless of Mistress Holainah’s warnings about my posture, I let my shoulders slump as far as they would go.

As I tried to ignore the stares and got back to polishing, Natalie shimmied close. Despite the fact there was now plenty of room on the bench for both of us, she didn’t stop until her body was right up against mine. She leaned over and her breast squeezed up against my arm. I froze. In a conspiratorial tone, she said, “Well, I for one think your ass is quite exquisite.”

My mouth was already dry but it was doubtful I would have been able to say anything after hearing that even if it wasn’t. I looked over at her and her face was creased from ear to ear with a sly smile. Maybe she wasn’t quite so cold as I’d always assumed.

“I’d love to take a closer look at it after the festivities,” she added. “I’d let you handle mine too, if you want.”

I nearly smiled back, but then stopped short. Where I would have expected a playful twinge in my cock, I instead felt my nipples hardening and a growing warmth between my legs. Why did she have to be coming on to me now, of all times, when I didn’t have the means to do anything about it? Was it even possible that all my various parts now worked just like a real woman’s? I didn’t even want to think about it. Doing my best to ignore her, I busied myself with the silverware.

She simply giggled, one of those girlish titters that always made me feel like they were all pointing at me behind my back. “You’re cute when you blush like that.”

Fortunately, I didn’t have to reply because Greta returned and scooted onto the bench without any warning whatsoever. “Come on Stephanie, move that fat ass and give me some room here,” she said. I did my best to accommodate her, but Natalie, humming innocently, wasn’t budging an inch.

Wedged between those two girls, I found my new body bent uncomfortably out of shape and my movements confined in order to keep from disturbing them. As the two of them chattered away between themselves, my muscles became a tense ball of aches and pains. I wasn’t in much of a mood to join in, especially when the topics they chose to keep retreading were a number of female issues which I would rather have not heard about, and the various men in the keep they wanted to have ravage them. (my real name did not come up once).

How long exactly I was stuck cramped between them like that, I couldn’t say for certain, but it felt like hours. At least the boring repetition of the work helped to keep my mind from worrying too much. That secluded corner of the kitchen became my personal little sanctuary. As long as I didn’t do anything to draw attention to myself, I was safe.

After awhile the girls’ conversation stopped entirely, but Greta’s occasional grumbles only grew more frequent, her manners more perturbed. Though I was certain she had much more of the bench to sit on then I had when on the end, she was now fidgeting far worse than I ever had. Finally, she slammed down the piece of silverware she had been working on and snatched up the one I had just finished.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she said, holding up the fork in front of my face.

When she continued waiting for a reply, I said the only thing that came to mind. “P-polishing?”

“You call this polished?” she said. “Half of what you did here needs to be redone!”

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Just before I walk into the bar I think about your instructions…shaved pussy (always), short skirt or dress, no sex , no touching , no cumming before we meet. The last two I contemplate breaking because I am always aroused (even more so before we meet) and because I want to push your buttons , to receive extra “punishment.” It has been a while since we have been able to meet and I always feel brave when I have time to myself. But, as usual my desire to be a good sub and not disappoint you wins out. As you instructed, I go straight to the bar and wait. It is packed shoulder to shoulder with people and is hard to get close enough to order a drink. I am already sweating under the coat that covers my dress from nervous energy.

You have not told me what to expect tonight, but as usual, I know it must be something special based on our last conversation.

`”Whose whore are you Kristi?”

“Yours sir.”

“And your pussy, mouth and ass belong to…?”

“You sir.”

“Good girl. I expect you to do as you are told. Don’t push me and don’t fucking disobey me. You have a lot to prove.”

” Yes sir. I promise I will do as I am told. I want to be the best princess.”

“We’ll see Kristi…”

Since we are meeting out in public I know that whatever you have planned will test my limits and trying to figure out what is in store for me is only making my pussy wetter and making it hard to focus on anything . I don’t know how long I have been standing at the bar waiting, but it seems like forever before I feel your hand at the back of my neck, under my hair and your voice in my ear.

“Hi princess.”

You are smiling, but your eyes are serious and your hand bunches briefly in my hair before you lean forward to get the attention of the bartender and order your beer. The bar is so crowded that you are turned into me and I feel brave enough to reach out and put my arm around your waist but you grab my hand before it gets there and squeeze my wrist. You are going to put me in my place and establish who is in charge before I try to distract you.

“Don’t touch me unless I give you permission.”

You say this with a half smile on your face as you lean close to me. Your beer arrives and you are making small talk. I love it. It distracts me for a moment and confuses me. As we stand close talking I feel your hand slide under my coat, across my waist. I turn in to you, thrilled with this little contact. Your fingers are at my hip, bunching the fabric of my dress up until my ass is exposed while the front of my dress is still covering me. I am trying to concentrate on our conversation. Fingers slide across my skin and skim the crack of my ass. I look around, scared that we are being watched, but the bar in front of me, your closeness, and my coat hide your hands. I make eye contact with you just as your fingers slide into my dripping pussy. I bite my lip not to make any noise but no one can hear anyway with the crowd . Your fingers are deep in my pussy now and I am scared to look away from you. Pressure from your arm forces me to turn my body against the bar and allows you to pick up your beer and strike up a conversation with the guy next to you about the beer he is drinking.

I lean in to the bar and put one hand on its surface fingernails digging into the wood as I prop one foot on the rail at the bottom of the bar to allow you more access. My free hand is clenching my raised thigh. Because I have not cum in a week, have not had sex in that long on your instruction and my pussy is throbbing, I am already close to cumming from your fingers.

There is a break in your conversation and you lean into my ear, “Order a drink Kristi.” You smirk a little because you know that I am struggling. Putting down your beer you signal to the bartender with your free hand and he approaches.

I can hardly think of a drink , couldn’t even tell you my name to be honest but I know I have to try. In my mind everyone in the bar can see your hands in my pussy. I figure it is tattooed across my head…the bartender is waiting with an impatient look as your fingers are working in and out of me faster and I feel my orgasm approaching. I force myself to order a beer, the only thing I can think of, but my voice comes out weird and I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror behind the bar. You are looking up at the TV above the bar, but I can see your arm moving beneath my coat. I am about to cum, grateful that the noise around us covers the wet sounds my pussy is making and the noise of my breathing.

You reach with your other hand into your pocket and press money for the drink in my hand. You want me to pay because it amuses you to see my hands shake as I pass the money to the bartender.

Once again you lean in and whisper, “Don’t you dare cum without asking my permission.” I know I am very close to cumming so I whisper my request.

“I can’t hear you princess. Ask louder” I raise my voice a little but you are not satisfied.

“What is it you want princess? I olgun porno can’t hear you.”

Oh God, I can feel my face redden but nothing is as important right now as pleasing you and relieving the tension in my pussy. I have no shame now, I am ready to cum in a bar full of strangers… My eyes never leave yours as I ask in the loudest voice I dare, “Please sir, can I cum?” I see the guy over your shoulder jump a little and shoot a disbelieving look our way but I can’t look away from you. It is taking all of my willpower not to relax and give into my orgasm, but I will not disobey you.

You smile very slowly at me and lean forward. You give me the softest kiss on the lips,

“No Kristi you cannot.”

Then you pick up your beer, pull your hand away and shove your fingers in my mouth. You do this so quickly that it takes me a moment to register the denial. I taste my juices on your fingers and no longer care that by now the people around us have started to pay attention. You are casually drinking your beer and I am sucking your fingers gagging as they hit the back of my throat. I want to cry. I want to scream at you. More than anything I want to drop to my knees and beg you and I don’t care anymore who is watching. I can’t believe you told me no. You reach under my coat again, but this time it is only to slide my dress back down over my ass.

I am sweating and breathing hard and so confused and unbelievably turned on. My submission with you is absolute. Just like your control over me. You spot a couple of open bar stools in a corner of the bar and you steer me to them. Your hand is at the back of my neck again. So far you have been very skillful at hiding your intentions but when we stop in front of the bar stools you stand behind me and I can feel your erection through your blue jeans. You take my coat off and toss it over one of the stools. Just around the corner is the hallway to the bathrooms. I am nervous again, my legs are shaking. You are pulling my hair off my neck and wrapping it tightly in your fist as you sink your teeth into the curve of my neck. You are biting and kissing me and I am squirming against you, all nerves replaced with the need to feel your cock against my lips.

Then you are leading me down the short hallway, its dark and crowded but you are solid behind me pushing me to the first door on the left. Oh god it’s the men’s bathroom. It is a single bathroom. Just a toilet and a sink, barely enough room for the two of us. I can see the crowd of men and women some with drinks just leaning against the wall talking, others waiting for the bathroom. They are curious about what you are doing, but some are smiling. They have seen us and they know what you have planned. Your hand is fisted in my hair and you pull my head back. My eyes are watering…

“Is this what you want princess? To be used like a whore in front of these strangers?”

“Yes sir.”

“Tell them what you are”

“I am a whore sir.”

“What kind of whore?”

“A cum whore sir”

“Good girl…now open your mouth.”

You shut the door on the curious faces and force me to my knees in front of it. It is then that I notice someone has cut a fist sized hole in the thin wood. You squat beside me, slap my face hard , I can smell my pussy on your fingers, then you are spitting in my mouth and forcing my face to the door. I know what will happen next and I feel wetness on my thighs. I want your cock so desperately and I want to be sooooo good for you, but I will have to earn it. It is only seconds before the first cock appears in the hole…

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I close my eyes for a moment and some distant part of my brain protests for just a second at what I am about to do but then your hand is on the back of my neck forcing my head forward. My eyes open as my tongue slides down the salty skin of the stranger’s cock. Too late to turn back now.

“That’s it Princess. Take it all.”

My head bangs briefly against the wood and I gag as I take in as much cock as my throat and the door will allow. Drool is gathering in the corners of my mouth and beginning to slide down my chin. You whisper in my ear, “Yes, just like that…” I tilt my head to the side, mouth full of cock and make eye contact with you. The smile on your face is a momentary reward. For the first time I hear the guy on the other side grunt as he moves his cock faster in and out of my mouth. Your fingers are clenched so tightly in my hair that my eyes are watering and stinging, mascara starting to run.

“Is he about to cum?” I nod as much as my position will allow and look up at you. His cock is really thrusting in and out of my mouth quickly and I know he will cum any moment…

“Don’t let him cum in your mouth do you understand?”

Your eyes are serious now and your other hand slides around my throat. Now you have my head totally in your grip and I am choking a little, mouth filled with cock and trying to meet your eyes at the same porno time. I feel his cock throb and know that I have to stop. I pull back just as the first wave of cum hits my lips and cheek. Your face is right next to mine as the stranger spills the rest of his load on my chin. I can hear the crowd outside the door shouting and laughing. “Fuck yeah…that was fucking awesome!” this from the owner of the retreating cock.

“Good girl! But you have a lot more work to do.”

Some of the cum slid onto the hand around my throat and you hold it up to my mouth for cleaning. I lick it slowly, eyes locked with yours and enjoy the salty taste of your skin and his cum together. I fight the urge to wipe his cum from my face. That would be a big mistake. I want the reward of your cum too much to upset you now. You tug the front of my dress down and expose my tits. Pulling my nipples hard you tell me to get back to work.

The next cock is already waiting and I tune out the sounds of the crowd on the other side of the door as I begin again. This cock is not really long, but is very thick and I strain to get my lips around it. My nipples are hard and brushing against the door with each stroke and the sensation is making me crazy.

You are behind me again whispering instructions, “Slower…let me see your tongue…” I open my mouth wide to circle the head of his cock with my tongue while you watch. “Now his balls..” I tilt my head sideways and lick as much of his balls as my mouth can reach. I grab the cock with my hand and suck hard on the head. My knees are beginning to hurt from the filthy concrete floor and I shift into a squatting position. You push my dress up to my waist then your hand slides between the lips of my pussy. I struggle to concentrate as my incomplete orgasm comes back to haunt me.

You wrap one arm around my neck, other hand deep in my pussy. “What a little slut you are Kristi…” I am moaning from your fingers, gagging on cock and trying hard to hold off another orgasm. The tiny bathroom is filled with the sounds of wetness, from my mouth, my pussy, your tongue along my neck, in my ear. Now this cock is ready to explode and I strain against your arm to pull back in time. You are holding me so tight I start to see stars and cannot break free before his cum splashes the back of my throat and tongue. The cock retreats and I swallow, but not before a trickle leaves the corner of my mouth.

“You let him cum in your mouth?” You look surprised and angry. I nod my head and look at the floor.

“I’m sorry sir” I mumble ” You were holding me too tight..”

You tip my chin up gently and wipe smeared mascara away with your thumb.

“No excuses Kristi…do you understand? Don’t let it happen again.”

Then you slap me once, twice…the drying cum and spit on my face adding to the sting of each slap. I nod again.

“What do you say Kristi?”

Chastened…”Yes sir.” And I lean down and kiss the toe of your boot.

“Good girl. Now you have one more chance to correct your mistake. Make it count. Open your mouth for me…”

I comply and you spit into my mouth again and reposition my head in front of the hole. You knock twice on the door above my head and another cock appears. I gulp and look sideways at you. This cock is much larger than the other two. You laugh at the fear and surprise on my face.

“Earn your reward princess.”

I open my mouth and slowly slide my lips and tongue down the heated skin of this new cock. My lips are beginning to tingle and my jaw is just beginning to ache but I am so determined to please you. From the corner of my eye I see you stand and pull your phone from your pocket. You take my picture, eyes on you, cheeks bulging with a stranger’s cock. My dress is hiked, my face smeared with fluids and my hair is wild.

“You look like a complete cum slut and now I have a reminder of my little whore.”

I close my eyes and continue to work on the stranger. With one hand I stroke his cock, unable to take him as deeply into my throat as I would like. With my other hand I finger my clit hoping to sneak an orgasm in. You grab my arm roughly and trap it behind my back.

“No fucking cumming without my permission. Earn it.”

Your hand pushes at the back of my head forcing his cock all the way to the back of my throat and I can hear the wet clicking sound it makes with the rhythm of his thrusting. I gag hard. You ease your hand off my head and I pull away in time to take the full brunt of his orgasm in my face. My eyes, nose and mouth are soaked with cum. I blink rapidly against the sting. There is a string of cum sliding down my chin to my chest.

“What a pretty cum whore you are Princess. Look at yourself..”

You help me off the floor and turn me to the dirty bathroom mirror. I am almost too embarrassed to look. Almost. But I do. My mouth and nose have globs of cum on them and you take your fingers and scoop it into my mouth. I suck eagerly cleaning off each Porno izle digit. You smear your hands around the string of it on my chest and then rub it in my face. You make sure that I have taken every drop. I lick your hand, greedy for more and eager to make you smile.

I am watching you in the mirror as you meet my eyes and bite the side of my neck hard.

“Good girl. You like being a whore don’t you? ”

“Yes sir.”

A kiss on the lips makes me sigh. The rasp of your zipper and the heat from your body makes me tremble in anticipation. I grip the sink with one hand and brace the other on the mirror. I look over my shoulder at you as you position your cock against my pussy. I have to stand on tiptoe and my legs shake with the effort but all I want is to feel your cock and to finally, finally cum. The first stroke is deep and slow and I want to cry in relief. We are both looking in the mirror now …our own little porno.

The little room reeks of cum, sweat and pussy and I am almost overwhelmed with the thrill of it. My orgasm, so long denied approaches too quickly…”Please sir” I pant… “Oh God, I have to cum…please” I don’t even know if I am making sense your cock feels that good. “Cum for me Kristi.” Finally the words I have been waiting for! The hot rush of my orgasm makes me pant and my legs go rubbery. But you don’t let me rest for long.

You pull me down and around by my hair and shove your big cock in my mouth.

“Clean it.”

You are just beginning to sweat and your eyes have stopped smiling. I savor the taste of your skin and inhale deeply. My tongue and lips are working up and down, my hand joining them. You grip my head thrusting your cock deeper into my throat. With both hands you hold my head as you force me to take all of your cock to the base- into my throat. I gag and tear up loving every second of it. When our eyes meet you smile quickly and then close your eyes. Head tilted back, hips moving, filling my mouth and throat you are getting close…when you stop and withdraw.

Without a word you turn around and place your hands on the wooden door behind you. For a moment I see a set of eyes peeking through the hole in the wood. We are being watched.

Your ass is directly in front of me and I lick my lips in anticipation of another of my favorite tasks. I spread your ass open and bury my whole face there, lips and tongue eagerly rimming you. I can hear you speaking to me, but I am so focused on my work that it does not register. I try to insert my tongue in you as far as I can. I know that I am pleasing you and that makes my pussy begin to throb. I reach a hand between your legs to rub your balls and as much of your cock as I can reach. I run my tongue from your balls all the way up to your asshole, circle it briefly and then up to the top and down again. You turn around and I smile slowly.

“What do you want Princess?”

“I want to please you sir.”

“What are you?”

” I am your cum whore sir.”

“And do you think you have earned your reward?”

“I want my reward sir, but only if you think I deserve it.”

“You are very greedy Kristi and you have proven your sluttiness tonight. But there is always room for improvement. ”

You rub your cock against my lips then hit my cheeks with it. I lick my lips eagerly in anticipation. I am grinning because I have been waiting for this moment. I am squirming in anticipation when you squeeze my jaw, opening my mouth for your cock. You hold it just out of the reach of my tongue and I stick it out as far as I can trying to reach your skin. You move your hand to my hair to keep me far enough away. I stare hard at your cock just out of my reach. Now you are stroking your cock with your other hand. I look to the side and see eyes watching you. You are performing for me and for them. Stroking slowly, pulling at your balls, then back to your cock. I wish you were fucking my mouth, deep in my throat. I can almost taste your skin and pull hard against the hand in my hair. I look up at you and you say “No.” I try to smile and bat my eyelashes at you…hoping to get my way. My mouth is watering and I hear myself moan.

It is then that I realize that you will not let me suck you. I am crushed, tears gather in frustration. You are stroking faster and I am desperately trying to reach you with my tongue and lips. You yank my head back hard…

“Stick your tongue out .”

I comply and feel the hot splash of your cum on my tongue. I am disappointed that you deprived me of your cock, but grateful that you didn’t punish me by withholding your cum. This is almost all that I have wanted tonight. It shoots in streams across my tongue and down my chin. I swallow it all and savor the taste of it on your fingers as you feed me the overflow.

I follow your finger as you point silently to your black boot where a drop has fallen.I eagerly bend down and lick the boot clean loving the leather and cum mixture. I lay my cheek on it and sigh. My lips are numb, my jaw is sore and I know how used I look . I am more than a little cum drunk…but happy that I have pleased you…for the moment at least.

“Good girl! You were a very good princess tonight. Next time, no mistakes and you can have everything you want. ”

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She smiled. He must have waited outside her door looking at his watch to time it precisely, for he knocked just as the clock noted the exact time she had specified for him to arrive. She had emphasized punctuality, stressed why arriving more than a couple minutes early or late was disrespectful and a poor way to begin a session. His efforts to follow this important instruction pleased her immensely; he was off to a good start.

She opened the door to see him, freshly showered and shaved, dressed neatly. She noted that his manicured fingers nervously, unnecessarily, and absent-mindedly smoothed out his pants; and his eyes struggled to focus on her eyes but were unsure just where to look. She was truly proud of him for his decision to try submission for the first time. His emails had gradually revealed his desire to please her, his willingness to follow her lead sexually. It took courage she well knew since she was in turn a sub to another, and she respected his concerns.

“Please come in. I’m very happy to see you.”

She beamed at him, honestly in high spirits and becoming aroused already at the sight of him. He was just the right height for her, well-proportioned, and exuded masculinity even in his evident submissiveness to her. He clearly felt embarrassed, unsure, outside of his comfort zone, but willing to do this for her. Oddly, his awkwardness endeared him to her, and she smiled more warmly, eagerly, hungrily. She enjoyed in advance what was about to happen.

“This will be just as we discussed in our emails and it is your choice to be here;” She noted tenderly as she ushered him into the room, “You have made a conscious decision to please me, and when you do that you will find a deeper fulfillment for yourself … on many levels.” She pointed toward a chair in the middle of the room where he carefully draped his jacket.

“Please stand over here and clasp your hands behind your back… Yes, just like that. You have no idea how beautiful you are to me standing there. It will be very difficult for me to stick to our agreement not to touch each other this first meeting. But just as I need to trust you, likewise you need to know beyond all doubt that you can trust me to be true to my word, to protect you, to tend to you, and” she continued as she lowered her voice, dropped her eyes to his crotch, “to satisfy your needs.”

The pictures he had sent had not done him justice, she thought, wavering in her determination to follow her plan. Instead of keeping at least a couple of paces between them at all times, she modified her tactics by stepping closer to him, within arm’s reach.

“I won’t ask you to do anything that I haven’t done, nor will I ask you to take risks before I do. Sometimes I’ll say ‘please’ and other times I won’t, but at all times it is my request and your decision to follow.” As she said this, she very slowly walked around him to get a better look at him, her voice gradually betraying how much she truly liked what she saw. “You are to always be honest with me, to ask for clarification – especially in the beginning – whenever needed. You need to be true to yourself, never fake your responses or submissiveness, yet you should seek to stretch your current boundaries and understanding of yourself. Because you are so new to this role, for now I’ll address you as Babe. This only implies that you are at the beginning of tremendous personal growth that I will help to nurture. Believe me, I see you as the full man that you are, and that is a big part of what arouses my passion for you.”

Standing in front of him, now half an arm’s length away, she could feel the warmth from his body, and his natural, masculine scent, fortunately free of any masking colognes, filled her nostrils with the pheromones that for millennia have attracted women to men. She wanted so much to lean forward and kiss that sweet mouth, patiently waiting for her. Being so near him inflamed her but she strove to maintain authority in her voice and stance. She looked deep into his eyes, nearly melting with the beauty and intensity of lust combined with obedience she saw there. Perhaps he thought she was testing his nerve when she stood there, not moving at all, practically hearing his heartbeat, but she simply needed the time to regain composure through a few deep breaths.

“Babe,” she eventually whispered, “are you really ready to do as I wish, to deny yourself immediate gratification for greater satisfaction, to please and trust me?

Why was she frightened of what he would say? All her life she could rarely have been so close to a man at their first meeting, feeling so aroused, without him taking her regardless of her desires. She expected him to overpower her, something he certainly was physically capable of doing as they both knew, and something she often loved at other times. However, this time she was Domme and he was her sub … or at least she hoped so. What if he said no? What if he chose not to respect her?

“Ma’am, yes, I porno izle am ready and very willing to serve your needs and wishes.”

She felt goose bumps race over all of her skin, igniting her senses when she heard these words, saw the truth of them in his eyes. She wanted him, could easily climb on him then, unleash his cock, and ride it while wrapped around his body, holding on to him as she rocked herself to orgasm on him. He didn’t look like he would object, either. Her smile filled her face, and she even felt misty-eyed with gratitude, with delight, and with anticipation.

“Oh Babe,” she purred, “I am so thrilled to hear you say that. Thank you for giving yourself to me; your submission is a gift I will enjoy and treasure.” With a deep sigh of contentment, she stepped back away from the temptation he presented. “Now you will see more of me.”

With no further word, she began to unbutton the top of her blouse, taking her time to do so. Clearly, he hadn’t expected this, and his eyes grew large at the thought of her petite, curvaceous body being revealed to him so soon. When she had reached the second button, just at her breasts, she looked into his eyes and caressed her neck and exposed chest. It felt so good to her to touch herself while thinking of him, to be able to see him standing there for her, and to see the desire in his eyes.

She quickly unbuttoned all the other buttons but kept the blouse closed as she carefully untucked it from her tight jeans. The long-sleeve blouse had buttons on the cuffs, so she attended to those as well, hoping he wouldn’t notice that she was trembling from excitement. She dearly hoped he’d think of it only as teasing. Thinking of that, of teasing him, made her smile – she loved to be a tease, to display her body and erotic ideas for select people, and her Babe was no exception. Already she knew she would adore teasing and pleasing him.

With the sleeves unbuttoned, she caressed up her forearms, sighing and moaning slightly from the hug it inadvertently gave her and the realization that it opened her blouse more. She traced her finger down from her chin to her belly button then back up leisurely, exposing more of her skin each time. Holding the blouse over just her breasts, she rubbed her flat belly and probed beneath the waistline of her jeans with her fingertips, knowing full well they both wanted her to continue into her pants. Instead, she reached under her blouse, tweaked her nipple, closed her eyes with moan of pleasure, and then slid her blouse off completely, revealing her firm tits and solid nipples being rubbed between her fingers.

For a moment, with her eyes closed, She forgot he was there at all, just lost herself in how wonderful if felt to touch herself after the excitement that had been built in her and the freedom of having her skin caressed by the air. She reached her right hand down over the black denim to between her legs, and with little effort brought herself to a quick, sweet, juicy, rushing orgasm. Only after recovering and opening her eyes did she see him staring at her, and she smiled.

“Oh Babe, do you see what you do to me? I want you, and yet I promised not to touch you, so I have to touch myself instead. I almost can’t wait for you to touch me … almost.” She added the last word with a wink to remind them both that she was indeed in control of herself and the situation. Walking toward him she stopped a pace away, her naked upper body tingling now that it was closer to his frame. She loved this dynamic between them, learning to trust each other, to be aroused around each other. She was wet for him, no doubts about that; and the bulge in his pants, when her eyes had traced down his buttons one by one to it, revealed his lust for her. In a few steps she stood behind him, smiling that he still looked forward, didn’t try to turn around. She dropped to her knees, blew kisses on his fingers, described how much pleasure those fingers would give her when she eventually sucks on them, when they dance lightly over her body, when they explore deep inside her.

His fingers twitched at these words but never unclasped. Returning to be in front of him, she asked him to unbutton half the buttons on his shirt. His pause was merely a momentary surprise that he was to move now, and he reached his hands around to within almost no distance of her and undid the buttons, having to be extra careful not to touch her. Only a small portion of his chest was revealed, but enough to increase her hunger for him even more.

“Stand at the foot of the bed.” Her voice sounded oddly commanding, in a way that invigorated her. She sat on the edge of the bed and removed her shoes while saying, “It will be so much better when you can undress me, Babe.” Lying down with her feet near him, she propped pillows under her head so she could see him better. She knew it would be more difficult to remove her pants this way, but she loved watching him, needed to rub herself while she undressed.

She amatör porno undid the top button and bit by bit unzipped her pants to reveal neither panties nor hair; she was as naked as possible under her jeans. She wriggled them down to her hips, the bottom of the zipper teasingly on her clit, so she put three fingers beneath the fabric to rub herself. “Thank you for putting your hands behind your back again without me telling you. God, Babe, you’re making me hot!” Her hand gradually reached further as she looked down at his pants, then while cupping her pussy in her hand she let a finger dart inside her and bring her close to climax. But no, not yet … she had released that first intensity so she could wait.

Pulling her hand from her jeans, she brought that drenched finger to her mouth, closed her eyes for a moment, and licked her juices, smiling with the taste. She couldn’t help but wink at her Babe, knowing how he would please her in future visits. Thinking of this with evil delight, she asked him to climb on the bed, on his hands and knees, with his head held high and directly over her pussy yet still never touching her. If he can do this, she thought, mmm, yes, the fun they’ll have.

He gulped audibly, slid off his shoes thoughtfully, and then did as she had directed. Directly beneath his head, holding his gaze, she licked her finger fully then slowly reached under her pants again. Pushing them down a bit farther, which would have exposed her pussy had her hand not been there, she rubbed herself again and this time sent two fingers inside her wetness. She gave in to the sensations and desires, saying aloud the fantasies she imagined when he would mount her, enter her, fill her, and fuck her far more effectively than her two small fingers. They were enough, however, with his intimate presence, to send her over the edge, take her into a gently bucking ride of pleasure, calling out “Oh god, Babe! Fuck me!”

To his credit at his restraint, he didn’t, but his hips began to pulse in time with her hips, his cock feeling the fabric of his pants but aching for the inside of her slippery, tight pussy. She smiled at him then purred, “Babe, you are being so good – I have no doubts that very soon you will have me in all the ways you want. Just not tonight.”

With that, she licked her two wet fingers then rolled over to expose her half-naked ass. Shimmying out of the jeans required her to wriggle this way and that, and she nearly pressed her ass against his arm, chest, or face, but caught herself in time. In future, the no-touch rule wouldn’t apply – at least not for the whole session, she noted to herself. Fully nude, with her ass beneath him, she could feel his eyes on her back and everywhere.

“Can you guess what I’m thinking? Oh, Babe, there are so very many ways you can please me in this position, and you too will find your satisfaction when on top of me. Please tell me what you are thinking.”

Taken aback, he fumbled for self-control, air, and words. With complete understatement he ultimately whispered, “Ma’am, I want you.”

A shudder of pleasure rippled through her from what he said and the subdued animalistic tone he used. She wanted him too, in all the ways she had ever known. Vividly picturing one of those ways caused her hand to shoot between her legs to assist her instant climax, her whole body twitching and pumping in response. He was so very temptingly close to her … oh why was she driving herself mad this way?

“Get off the bed and stand where you were,” she snapped. Disappointment showed on his face as he did so, fear of having displeased her, and seeing this she softened. “It’s okay, really. I simply want you too much. You are being so wonderful; I need to resist the lure of you, which is not easy when you were so close.”

Sitting again on the edge of the bed she found her strength again, but when she looked at him standing there she almost lost that resolve. She asked softly and shyly, “Babe, will you please undress for me?” Smiling, nervous, uncertain again and suddenly fidgety, he did so, trying to do a slow strip tease for her pleasure. His strong shoulders and arms, not bulky but definitely manly, much stronger than hers, caused her to slide around on her tummy, to squirm around like a teenaged girl staring at a poster of her rock-star idol. He undid his trousers, and, after a moment of hesitation, decided to simply let them drop and to step out of them. Upon doing so he felt more than naked, beyond exposed, but made no attempt to cover himself, simply reached around his back and clasped his hands again.

She was thrilled with her treasure – his physique, his submission to her, his very apparent arousal for her. Lying as she was, she was at the perfect height to ask him to step forward for her to suck him as she so hungered to do. He must have read that in her face, seen how she involuntarily licked her lips when she devoured his cock with her eyes and mind.

“I anal porno want to see you stroke yourself … not yet … while I share with you a vision of our next visit. I want to see how you please yourself, what touch turns you on. I want you to share this very personal act with me, to trust me to help you to pleasure, to know you are safe with me. I want you to see how I hunger for you, how your increasing excitement amplifies mine. If you would like to use any lotion or something, feel free to get some, of course. Babe, will you please masturbate for me?”

Embarrassed, but too aroused, too eager to please her to refuse, he simply replied, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Thank you, dear one. You are making me so incredibly happy – and horny. I’d prefer for you to stand, but if you need to sit at any time I completely understand, that’s why the chair is there.”

Sitting up on the bed again, she arranged all the pillows at one end as a backrest, into which she settled before describing her view for their next visit or soon afterward. She watched him timidly reach for his cock while she began to touch her breasts and waist.

“You will have been teased, like tonight, and in the process I’ll find many ways to bring myself to climax from you, because of you, as you’ve seen me do. While you are blindfolded, perhaps with your wrists tied behind you this time, I’ll help you to stand against a wall. I’ll instruct you to be quiet and still while I whisper to you how contented you have been making me, how proud I am of your sweet submission and willing obedience, how great it has felt to cum in front of you when you were so ready for me. All of which is true tonight, my sweet Babe.”

“You will sense me standing very close to you, within an inch or two, and you’ll feel only my warmth and breath, not my touch, while I describe in detail the moments of intense pleasure you have given me. I’ll continue to arouse your mind with those recent memories as I’ll descend to my knees in front of you. I’ll stop talking and nothing will happen. You will know that I’m there, with my face so very near your naked and ready cock, and you’ll know what I will soon do, and yet I won’t do anything for a while. I may then ask you some questions, perhaps even casually chitchat with you, while I savor the sight of your hardness. Eventually, after who knows how long, you’ll feel one butterfly kiss somewhere on your cock, followed by another kiss perhaps on your balls or again on your cock.”

The naked cock she saw before her, not the one in her mind, was now being held assertively, all shyness forgotten. She loved it and rubbed herself more, dropping her voice to be a bit huskier as she continued her tale.

“You’ll sense my tongue alighting on your shaft randomly, my lips grazing the crown, and when I finally, eventually, take you in my mouth your cock will discover the tightness of my lips enveloping it, the swirling of my tongue, the silkiness of my cheeks against the head … and the back of my throat.”

She paused to let this image unfold, to see his hand move more energetically as he understood this picture of his cock fucking her mouth, so close to him now – just a few steps away. Her hands felt her firm nipples, pinched and played with them. When his eyes focused again on her in the present, she slowly placed her right index and middle fingers up to her lips, sucked the tips, then licked and sucked the length, taking them all the way in her mouth. She drove her fingers into her mouth faster, then slowed to show him what her tongue was doing, would be doing to him. Seeing him stroke himself almost absent-mindedly, she felt that her fingers had in fact become his cock, and she sucked on them with greater passion and enjoyment, finally giving her an orgasm as she pumped her mouth with her right hand and forcefully rubbed her pussy with her left. It took her longer to recover, and this time it was she who was embarrassed, felt guilty for her pleasure, especially when she saw how strained his cock was, how much self-control it took for him to stand there rather than to consume her, fuck her. When she had regained her voice, she continued the narrative more slowly, emphatically.

“With my mouth and hands I’ll begin to pump you, except when you move too much or make too much noise, and then I’ll stop completely – remove my hands and mouth. I’ll explain to you why you are to be quiet – so you can hear me sucking you, fucking you with my hands and mouth, since you would not be able to see me as you do now.”

“Your deeper breathing will tell me when you are close to orgasm, and I may evilly consider delaying your release even longer, relishing the energy and elation your erection in my mouth gives me. I wouldn’t delay for long, but I might stand, press my entire naked body against yours, entrap your delicious cock between our bellies, and kiss your mouth with all the lust and passion I’d feel for you. The same hunger and ache I have for you now. My hands will caress your face and hair, and then I’ll remove your blindfold. Reminding you that nothing else has changed, that the instructions are the same (for you to be still, silent, with your hands behind you against the wall), I’ll drop again to my knees in front of you.”

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WARNING!! THIS STORY IS NOT FOR EVERYONE!

It contains oral and anal sex between a man and a transsexual. If that in anyone offends you, move on! There are other great stories and authors on this site.

Chapter 1

It was after 11 pm, Allen Crain slid onto the barstool and set his briefcase on the floor. Allen was an attorney for a white shoe law firm on the 60-65 floors of this office building. Although long days were the norm for a litigator like him, working this late was unusual. With the COVID 19 quarantine restrictions, he had the option of working from home. He chose to come into the office after a fight with his wife.

“The usual, Mr. Crain?” Joe, the bartender, was the eponymous owner of Joe’s Dinner Club, located on the building’s 30th floor.

“Yes, Joe, Thank you! Things must be really slow if you’re working tonight.”

“Yes, Sir, this COVID 19 thing has darn near put me out of business. What with limited capacity and most of the people who work in the building working from home, business is slow.”

“It’s the same with my office. But I came in to get away from the wife. You can handle just so much togetherness.”

They shared a laugh and a knowing head nod before Joe went to pour Allen’s drink. Seven months of forced confinement was exacerbating all of the minor irritations of Allen’s 20-year marriage. Their sex life was on the rocks, and they were considering divorce.

The only other customer was a tall willowy blond sitting at the bar. The blond caught Allen staring, smiled, and nodded.

“Here you go, Mr. Crain,” Joe said, sitting Allen’s drink in front of him.

“Thank you, Joe! Give the beauty over there a cocktail also. Put it on my tab.”

“Uh! Yes sir,”

Joe hesitated, thinking he should alert his long time customer that the blond was a regular and a transsexual. Then he figured what the hell. They were his only two customers this evening. Besides, he planned on closing after they left. He prepared the drink and took it to the blond.

“From the gentleman down the bar.”

“Thank you, Joe. I’ve had two already and promised myself I was leaving after this. But I guess one more won’t hurt.” Heloise Kravet, nee Harold Kravet, took the drink and raised it in a toast to Allen.

“It’s none of my business, but you’re here late tonight,” Allen said, flirting.

“Yes,” Heloise sighed, shrugging her shoulders. Her drug and surgically enhanced breasts jiggled as she did. “I have a model agency on the 50th floor. Most of my models were late because of the damn malfunctioning elevators, so my photoshoots ran late.”

“The building manager was in for lunch,” Joe chimed in, “he told me he cut his maintenance shifts because of low occupancy. There are fewer guys on days to troubleshoot problems and none overnight.”

“It’s a sign of the times, Joe! Give the gentleman a drink.”

Heloise eyed Allen speculatively. He was middle-aged, grey-haired, and in reasonable shape. He was a little older than her usual hookups but attractive.

As Joe walked over to offer Allen the blond’s drink, he rethought his original decision to stay out of the budding relationship between two of his best customers. He again decided to stay out of it.

“The, uh, lady says thanks, and she would like to buy you one.”

“Okay! I’m beat, but I guess one more won’t hurt.” Allen turned on his barstool, smiled broadly, and said, “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome! Look, instead of yelling at each other down the bar, why don’t you sit with me?”

Allen hesitated, then figured, what the hell. He checked his watch and saw that he had an hour to catch the last train. A drink with a sexy blond would liven up the evening and maybe improve his mood.

Joe watched Allen move and sit next to the blond. He shrugged and decided they were both grownups and would work it out.

“I’ve never seen you in here before.” With a lawyer’s practiced eye, he put her in her late thirties to early forties, 5′ 7″ to 5′ 8″, 38C, probably 140 pounds. She was a stunner!

“Is that a version of the old pick up line, “Do you come here often? What next? Are you going to ask me about my astrology sign?”

“Do I sound that trite,” Allen chuckled?

Heloise considered telling Allen she was transsexual but decided against it. She was leaving after this drink, and a little flirting might brighten her mood.

“Allen, Allen Crain.” He offered his hand. “And no, I’m not trying to pick you up,” Allen laughed, “you’re the one who invited me over. Maybe I should ask your intentions.”

“Heloise Kravet,” she said, taking his hand, chuckling, “and my intentions are honorable!”

“That’s a shame. An old guy like me gets his hopes up when a sexy lady buys him a drink.”

“Well, don’t get your hopes or anything else up; I was just being sociable. And you’re not that old!”

Allen caught the double entendre and decided to ignore it. Heloise was sexy and a great conversationalist. However, he didn’t want any entanglements. His personal life had enough mobil porno challenges.

“At my age, your honor is safe.” Allen finished his drink and checked his watch. “Wow! I didn’t realize it was that late. I have to catch the last train.”

“Thank you for the drink! Could I ask a favor? Could I walk with you to the elevator? We’re probably the only ones on this floor, and I’d feel better with some company.”

“Certainly,” Allen said, standing and pulling Heloise’s chair back. “Are you catching the train also?”

“No,” Heloise stood, smiling when she caught Allen staring at her legs when her skirt rode up. “I have a condominium on the 70th floor.”

Allen was impressed. Heloise was smart, sexy, and her business must be doing well to afford a condo in this upscale building. He watched the seductive sway of her hips as he followed her to the exit.

“Have a good evening, Joe!”

Chapter 2

Heloise and Allen were standing at the bank of elevators, only one of which was working. Allen felt the effects of fatigue, the drinks, and the captivating presence of this very sexy blond. Impulsively, he embraced her and tried to kiss her.

“Whoa, Cowboy! Where are you going with my waistline?”

“Come on, Heloise! One little kiss won’t hurt.”

“Allen, we just met, you’re married, and we’ve both had too much to drink! Besides, I’m not THAT kind of girl!”

Allen stumbled back, chastened and embarrassed. He missed the emphasis on the word ‘that.’

“You’re right! And I’m sorry!”

“Here’s the elevator.”

Heloise looked at Allen speculatively. He looked interesting, and it might be fun, but he didn’t know who she was. That could cause things to get nasty when he found out. She’d been there before and had the emotional scars.

Heloise had a nasty encounter with members of the building cleanup crew who discovered her secret. They forced her into a storage closet and intended to force her to give them blowjobs. They had ripped the top of her dress down, exposing her tits, when the night security heard the commotion and came to investigate, saving her from the unpleasant experience. The building management was outraged, promptly terminated the crew, and pressed charges with the police, but the incident made her leery.

“Shit! It’s going down. Do you think you’ll be okay waiting for it to come back up?”

“If you promise to behave, I’ll ride down with you. That would be better than standing in this hall alone.”

“Scouts honor,” Allen laughed, raising two fingers in the scout salute.

“Were you a Boy Scout?”

“No,” Allen laughed, “but I’ll behave anyway!”

Allen ushered her onto the elevator with his hand on her lower back. He pressed the button that would take him to the ground floor where the commuter train terminal was. The doors closed, and the elevator started down. He was about to resume their conversation when the elevator suddenly stopped.

“What the…?” Allen stabbed at the button several times, and nothing happened.

“Shit,” Heloise exclaimed, “building maintenance has gone downhill since this virus hit.” She pressed the Emergency button and waited for maintenance to respond.

“I don’t think that will do any good! Joe, the bartender said they laid off the overnight maintenance crew.”

“Ah, yes! I recall that discussion at the last condo owners’ meeting. It looks like we’re stuck.”

Allen dropped his briefcase and pulled out his cell phone. He intended to call his wife to let her know he was stuck in an elevator.

“That won’t do any good. There’s no cell service in the elevator.”

“What the hell are we going to do then?”

“We wait and hope Joe calls someone. He was closing when we left, and this is the only elevator.” Heloise sat demurely on the floor, tucking her legs under her. She took off her 5-inch heels and rested her head on the elevator wall.

“You’re right!” Allen sat down on the adjacent wall and loosened his tie. “At least the lights are on.”

“I don’t know, it might be more fun in the dark,” Heloise said, playfully leering at Allen.

“I promised to behave! Do tempt me.”

“Do you get high? I’ve got my marijuana vaporizer in my purse. We could toke and relax.”

“I haven’t in years! My job gives me minimal downtime. Fire it up!”

They passed the vape back and forth, making desultory conversation. The alcohol mixed with the reefer gave them an instant high.

“Are you married, Heloise? Or do you have a significant other?”

Heloise could see where this conversation was going and decided to fess up.

“No, Allen, I’m not married, nor do I currently have a significant other. “I’m trans.”

“I’m sorry! You’re what?”

“I’m a trans woman.” Heloise let the phrase hang in the air while Allen absorbed the significance. She wasn’t sure where it would go, but it had to be said.

“So, you’re actually a guy dressed as a woman.”

“No, that’s a crossdresser. I was born a man but never felt comfortable with my assigned sex. I started alman porno crossdressing in my teens then took hormones to feminize my body.”

Allen took a puff on the vape and handed it back to Heloise. Sober, he might have been taken aback. High, he surveyed her body, marveling at her curves.

“How far are you in your transition?”

“I still have a cock,” Heloise chuckled, “I haven’t decided to transition totally. Yet!”

Allen unabashedly stared at her, taking in her facial features, her big tits, curvaceous hips, and long shapely legs. He whistled softly. “You could have fooled me!”

“That’s exactly what I didn’t want to do,” Heloise laughed, “We might be stuck here for a while, and I want to be honest with you and not get your hopes up?’

“Get my hopes up?” Allen paused and collected his thoughts. “oh! I see what you mean! I might have thought you were a woman and hit on you.”

“Yes, like you did while we were waiting for the elevator,” Heloise said, “so I’ve shared my secret. What about you? Any secrets?”

“Nothing like that,” Allen chuckled, “I’m a 50-year-old attorney, married 25 years with two kids in college and a mortgage! No secrets!”

“I’m younger than 50,” Heloise said coyly, “Never been married, no kids, but I do have a mortgage!”

“Well, at least we that in common. We both have a mortgage,” Allen laughed.

“And one other thing!”

“Ah, yes! We both have a cock!” Allen paused. “Can I ask a personal question?”

“Sure! And look, we’re going to be here a while. So let’s treat each other like old friends. We can ask or say anything!”

“Okay! Where do you put your dick when you wear a dress like that? I mean, it hugs every curve!”

“I tuck it back between my legs, and my thong holds it in place! Want to see,” Heloise asked devilishly, reaching for the hem of her dress?

“No! No,” Allen said, laughing and semaphoring with his hands, “I’ll take your word for it!”

“I dated an attorney once. He was about your age but married and divorced twice. He said the nature of the job and the long hours you worked put a strain on any relationship. How have you managed to avoid divorce?”

“I don’t know. We’re going through a rough period now, what with the virus and the quarantine. That was why I decided to come to work in the office today.”

“And look at what happened! Instead of being stuck in this elevator with a sexy blond ready to jump your bones, you got me!”

“Don’t put yourself down like that! You’re hot! Even if you do have a cock. I’ll bet you have to fight the guys off.”

“Not exactly! But some guys are attracted to trans women. An attorney I was dating said it was my looks, the kinkiness of dating me, and the fact he liked sucking cock.”

“Did he and you do anal also? And if I’m getting too personal, say so!”

” Not a problem! We agreed to treat each other like old friends. I was and am hooked on anal even before I began my transition back when I thought I was gay. Back then, I loved sucking cock and getting fucked in my ass. My attorney boyfriend liked for me to fuck him also. It was a match made in anal heaven!”

Allen was taken aback by her honesty. “I’ve seen anal sex in porn when I surf the web. What I mostly saw was guys doing women. However, there were quite a few with guys doing guys. But it all seemed staged.” Allen inhaled the vape and passed it back to Heloise. “My wife and I tried anal years ago. She didn’t like it.”

“Lubrication,” Heloise said, waving the vaporizer, “lost of lube!”

“I’m sorry,” Allen asked, “Lube?” the elevator was getting warm, and the heat accentuated the effect of alcohol and reefer. He loosened his tie.

Heloise fumbled in her purse, found the tube of Astroglide, and triumphantly held it up. “Ta Da!”

Allen stared owl-eyed at the lubricant. “Perhaps I should get that for the wife and me.”

“She’ll love it! But go slow at first. Give her a chance to get used to your cock in her ass. Start with a finger when she is really aroused. Over time fuck her ass with your finger. She’ll love that and be anxious for your cock to replace your finger.

” Heloise took a deep drag, held it, then slowly exhaled. “And turn about is fair play. Have you ever experienced a prostate gland massage?”

“Lord, no! I mean, my doctor does a prostate gland exam annually. But nothing more than that.”

“Try it; you’ll like it! It’ll add a little spice to your sex life.”

Allen looked at Heloise doubtfully. He doubted if he could convince his wife to let him fuck her ass, let alone give him a prostate massage.

“We had better go easy on this stuff. We don’t know how long we’ll be here.” Heloise inhaled then turned the vaporizer off. A blue haze hung in the elevator. She tried to reach behind her and unzip her dress.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry, Heloise snickered, “I’m not getting naked. It’s getting warm in here, and I need to loosen my clothes some.”

“Turn around! I’ll get the zipper for you.”

Heloise alexis texas porno turned her back to Allen. As she did, her dress rode up until it barely covered her sex. She was aware of Allen staring at her thighs.

“I know this is not a ladylike way to sit, but I’m warm, and it’s uncomfortable sitting on this hard ass floor.”

Allen pulled the zipper down, revealing her red lacey demi-bra and matching undies. Impulsively he slapped her ass and immediately regretted it. “I am so sorry! I shouldn’t have done that!”

“OUCH! That’s okay! I like being spanked. But usually, I’m on my knees with a dick in my ass.”

Allen’s eyes widened, and his mouth gaped open. He stared at Heloise, opened his mouth, then started laughing and couldn’t stop. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

“What’s so fucking funny?”

“I suddenly had this image of you on your knees with some guy fucking you and spanking you with your cock swinging as he did.”

“What’s so funny about that? Don’t knock if you haven’t tried it.” Heloise rose to her knees, playfully placing her hands on her hips. The bodice of her dress dropped to her waist, exposing her lacey bra.

Allen stopped laughing and stared boggle-eyed at a perfect set of tits. Heloise looked from him to her breasts.

“Oops! Sorry about that.” She pulled her bodice up. “Look, this might be pushing our new friendship, but I have a request. I have a bad back. Sitting against the wall is killing it. Could I sit between your legs and rest my head on your chest. It would help my back.”

“I don’t know…”

“No funny business! I promise,” she lied. Heloise’s breast jiggled when she raised her arms to emphasize her point.

“Okay, I guess. Let me take my suit coat off. It IS getting warm in here.”

Heloise settled down between Allen’s legs and wriggled her ass to settle in, smiling to herself when his hard dick pressed into her butt. She giggled when he awkwardly placed his hands on his legs, palm down, unsure of where to put them. She grabbed them and wrapped them around her waist.

“You’ll be more comfortable with them here. But if you squeeze my tits, I’ll slap your face!”

“What? I wouldn’t…! ” Allen stammered and stuttered, trying to defend himself.

“I’m teasing you! But if you want to grab a feel, go right ahead!”

“You are terrible,” Allen laughed, “do you treat all your guy friends like that?”

“Most of my guy friends know I’m a tease. Now go on! Squeeze my tits. Satisfy your curiosity.”

Allen hesitated, then cupped her breasts and squeezed. He was surprised to hear her moan.

“Are they sensitive?” Allen pushed her bra up and slid his hands up to her nipples. He grabbed them and pulled hard on them. “How’s that?”

“You keep that up, and I’m going to make a mess in my panties!”

“Seriously? You can cum from having your tits played with?”

“Yes! They became even more sensitive when I started taking hormones,” Heloise said, grinding her behind into his hard cock.

Allen released Heloise’s jugs and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Why did you stop?” She turned in his arms and looked up at him. “Did you remember that a few feet below these tits is a cock and that disgusted you?”

Allen felt the pressure of her hard nipples through his dress shirt. He looked down into her luminous green eyes and resisted the urge to kiss her.

“You don’t disgust me. But what we’re doing is foreplay. Where would that end up?”

“It could end anywhere we wanted it to end. If I were cisgender and a woman, you’d have me on my back with your cock so deep in my pussy I would gag on it. But I’m a trans woman, and your manhood gets caught up in the taboo of fucking another man in the ass.”

Heloise snuggled into his arms. She liked him! He was older than her usual guy, but his intelligence and acceptance of her were compelling.

“Look, this is all new to me. I’m not sure of what I’m supposed to do or say. If that hurts your feelings, I’m sorry!”

He looked at his watch and was surprised to see barely an hour had passed. It seemed longer. In that time, he went from a 50-year-old lawyer contemplating divorce to making out on an elevator with a trans woman. He again caressed her breasts as they talked.

“Mmm! That feels great,” Heloise said, grinding her butt into his hard dick and stroking his thigh. “Not bad tits for a trans woman, huh,” she said, teasing him and slapping his thigh.

“Not bad, not bad at all. Turn around.”

“How do you want me? On my knees or my back,” Heloise said, teasing Allen.

“You’re impossible!” Allen held her tit in his hand, then took it in his mouth. Her breasts were soft and pliant; her nipples were hard as a rock.

“Oh my God, that feels good! Don’t stop!” Heloise’s hips pumped as she caressed Allen’s head. She managed to ruck the hem of her dress up, pulled out her cock, and started stroking.

Allen was astonished at first, watching her stroke her cock. He watched, intrigued, as Heloise stroke her cock while he caressed one big jug and sucked on the other. In little more than an hour, he went from a Managing Partner in a prestigious law firm to making out with a transgender woman in an elevator. The scene was unreal, something he had never considered in his everyday life.

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Simply climbing the stairs out of the storerooms proved to be a challenge like no other I’d ever faced. I nearly fell three different times when I stepped on the hem of that infernal skirt. I don’t know how any of the women in the keep ever did it. Yes, Master Oringel was definitely going to pay for this. Why had I even asked him for help in the first place? A single lost finger was nothing compared to what I was facing now.

Why was I even heading up to the kitchens as the Chamberlain wanted? Cooking was work for women. Regardless of how I might have looked at the moment, I didn’t have to subject myself to that, did I? I could have refused, simply played the part of being “Stephanie” for a moment and claimed I was no longer interested in the job, but I suppose I hadn’t been thinking too straight at the time.

At the top of the stairs, I could hear the sounds of bustling activity as the keep prepared for the evening’s festivities. Every last hand had been pressed into service and most had been working since before dawn. Careful to stay out of sight, I leaned around the corner. The short corridor beyond was filled with more people than I’d ever seen there before. The kitchens at the far end appeared to be utter madness.

Seeing all that, I realized there was no way I could do what Master Oringel and the Chamberlain wanted. Just to get to the kitchens, I’d have to walk a gauntlet of my fellow servants. I knew all of them and worked with most every day. I simply couldn’t face them looking like this. Maybe I could hide for a few days in some dark corner of the castle. The curse might even wear off on its own by then. Surely it couldn’t be permanent. Even magic has limits, doesn’t it?

Of course, I was just a stable hand. What did I know about magic? Master Oringel was a member of the cadre, the most powerful mages in all of Vitrelay. If anyone could forever curse a person with a casual wave of his wand, it would be him. If I angered him by hiding, then I might very end up stuck in this ungainly, bloated body the rest of my life.

I couldn’t live like that. I’d sooner die. Maybe I should have simply gone to the top of the high tower and thrown myself off right then. After all, even if Master Oringel did change me back eventually, I’d still have to face the Chamberlain. However, suicide wasn’t an option I was seriously willing to consider just yet — at least not while I still had all my fingers.

Two side doors opened off of the corridor and lead to other parts of the keep. There was no way I’d get to even the closest one without being seen, but it was either risk momentary embarrassment with that, or thrust myself headfirst into the lion’s den by going to the kitchens as I’d been instructed.

I didn’t even have to think about it before choosing the second option.

It no longer mattered if I angered Master Oringel by hiding. I might have been willing to except this humiliation from him, but that did not mean I was going to face the same from everyone else as well. With all of them hard at work, they probably wouldn’t even notice me. I just had to keep as unobtrusive as possible.

Brushing a few strands of golden hair across my face, I hunched my shoulders and dropped my eyes to the floor; anything to help hide my shame. Praying that no one would recognize me, I took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway. After the trial of the stairs, walking on flat ground was a little easier, but I still felt as if I was going to fall flat on my face if I didn’t keep all my concentration on simply putting one foot down in front of the other.

One halting step after the other carried me down the corridor. Around me, my fellow stable hands were busy bringing fresh supplies in from the courtyard. Against the walls, girls were hunched over piles of flowers as they tied garlands to decorate the great hall. Elsewhere, women from the kitchen were digging through piles of extra pots and pans looking for just right one while others prepared chickens and rabbits and vegetables for the various extravagant dishes that were to be served that evening. I did my best to ignore them all and simply concentrated on my goal. Just a few more paces and I’d put all of them behind me.

However, the boisterous chatter filling the hallway seemed to stop abruptly at my approach, leaving only the sounds of dropping knives, rustling fabrics, and clanking pots. I must have looked quite freakish indeed to have attracted that much attention so quickly. I could feel their eyes on me, burning through the mortifying disguise I’d been forced to wear. I knew that if I so much as looked up they would all start laughing at my miserable state. I dared not do so for fear I’d lose what little resolve I’d managed to gather in order to get that far. I lowered my eyes further still, if that was even possible, and hurried on as fast as my clumsy gait allowed.

The short set of stairs that lead up to the inner chambers opened to my right. Things would be quitter there and I’d üvey kız kardeş porno have plenty of opportunities to find a hiding spot. However, several huge men were crowding the entire passageway with their bodies as they carefully maneuvered an ornate sideboard up the stairs. Rather than stand there looking like a fool as I waited for them to get out of the way, giving everyone amble opportunity to stare at me some more, I kept moving, acting as if I knew where I was going.

The passageway down to the stables was my next (and last) opportunity to avoid the kitchens. Unfortunately, it was even more blocked than the previous one had been. A number of hulking men were busy forcing several gigantic casts of ale up the stairs. They were going so slowly, maybe I’d be better to go back and wait for the other passageway to clear. I was stepping madly back and forth between my tiptoes as I looked from one to the other. Neither appeared to be moving at all. Even when it became clear my intent was to get past them, the men with the barrels paid little heed to my plight. It looked as though I had no other choice but to use that ridiculous voice I was now stuck with.

“Pl-please…um sirs, might I pass?” I practically whispered. It was a miracle the man supervising the others actually heard me.

With a swagger, he stepped forward and surveyed me with his eyes. The corner of his mouth turned up into lecherous smile. “Now lass, we’re in a bit of a hurry here. Chamberlain says we gotta get all this in right away, no time for slacking.”

And what exactly did everyone think they were doing by standing around staring at me? I nearly choked when I looked up at the man and say that it was Griffith. We’d been friends for ages. He’d be more likely than anyone to recognize me, but at the moment, that was not what I was afraid of. I’d never thought of him as being particularly big, but those bulging muscles of his now looked as if they could snap me in half without any effort at all.

“Please,” I said again. My heart sank when I heard that same insipid voice coming from my mouth, only now on the verge of tears. What was wrong with me? Was I now going to start acting like a woman as well, breaking down in tears at the drop of a hat? I had to get out of there.

“Sorry, lass,” Griffith said. He almost sounded like he actually was. “But we’re almost done. Give us another ten minutes and we’ll be out of your way.”

Ten minutes? Standing around in that crowded hallway with all those eyes on me?

“Hey now, what’s going on out here!” a shrill voice called from the kitchens. I knew it all too well as belonging to Holainah, mistress in charge of the all the women in the keep. “Get back to it, the lot of you! We’ve got work to do!”

Everyone hopped back to their tasks, me all but forgotten — except by Holainah, of course.

“And just who the hell are you supposed to be? I know all the girls in the keep and you’re not one of them.” She brandished the long wooden spoon in my face like a club. I’d seen her use it often enough like one as well. “You’d better speak up when I ask you a question, girl, or I’ll put you over my knee! And don’t think I won’t — I don’t care how old you are. If that doesn’t teach you some manners, I’ll let the Chamberlain have at you.”

Maybe it wouldn’t have been such a bad idea to get myself fired as soon as possible, but the thought of facing the Chamberlain again made my skin crawl. My voice came out at a squeak even before I was completely aware of what I was saying.

“Um, please, I’m new here, um, the…the Chamberlain sent me to see if you needed any help…?”

I could play along for a little while, at least until I found a chance to slip away. With hands on her amble hips, Holainah eyed me like a rotten piece of meat for several long second before saying anything.

“What’s your name, girl?”

“Math — Steph — Stephanie.” It took more effort than I could image to utter something so inherently wrong.

Suddenly there was a whoosh through the air as the spoon struck my backside hard enough to make me yelp. Several girls giggled behind their hands as they hurried past. I would have glared after them if Holainah’s yelling wasn’t occupying my complete attention.

“If you’re going to work here, you will address me as ‘mistress,’ is that understood, girl!”

“Y-yes…mistress,” I said, feeling like I wanted nothing more than to slink away and hide in a corner somewhere. Holainah stared at me again, as if debating whether or not I deserved another swat with the spoon, but then turned and gestured me toward the kitchens.

“Well, get moving, we haven’t got all day!”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Come on now, hurry up,” she said, storming along right on my heels. I swear I could feel that spoon flailing back and forth through the air just behind my head. Everyone we passed, servant men and women alike, all laughed outright at the sight of it. Suddenly, the thought xnxx porno of throwing myself from the high tower didn’t seem like such a bad idea after all.

The kitchens were huge, spread out over several different rooms, and today, every square inch was in use for one purpose or another. Just stepping though the door, I nearly ran right into someone carrying a steaming rack of loaves. I skidded to a halt, but Holainah grabbed me from behind and ushered me to the side, off into one of the back corners of the kitchen. There, a few barrels had been set up with a board across them to create a makeshift table. At one end a large old woman sat shelling peas, while at the other were a pair of girls about my age who were busy polishing silverware.

“What’ve ya got there, Holainah?” the older woman said, without even breaking the rhythm of what she was doing. Apparently she didn’t need to address Holainah by her title. The two younger girls looked up from their work and eyed me with a sort of morbid curiosity. I stood before them all, trying to make myself as small as possible.

“Alright Stephie, you’ll be helping out Greta and Nat there with the silverware,” Holainah said. “They’re so slow, they could use the help.”

“Yes, mistress,” I peeped.

Then I felt the sting of the spoon across my butt once again and reared up straight as could be, my ample chest inadvertently thrust forward for all the world to gaze upon. All three of the women laughed, but none louder than the old one, who cackled on in a rowdy guffaw.

“What — what was that for?” I demanded of Holainah as I rubbed my backside.

“Standup straight! I’ll not have any of my girls slouching around like those brutes out in the stables. Is that understood?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good, now get to work! We still have a lot to do before this evening and not enough time to do it!”

Holainah hurried off, already yelling at someone else for some minor infraction.

“Hi, I’m Greta,” one of the two girls said after Holainah was gone. She was a cute little brunette who I’d flirted with on more than one occasion. However, as far I knew, no one had yet gotten under her dress. Her friend had jet black hair and an angular face that made it look like she was always scowling. Griffith claimed to have gotten her to go down on him once, but I never wanted to try for fear she might bite something off. “And this is Natalie. You’re Stephie?”

“um…yeah, Stephanie, that’s me, I guess.”

The older woman laughed again, rolling back and forth on the barrel she was using as a stool. “Damn girl, don’t even know your own name?” I’d seen her around before but we’d never met — after all who would want to socialize with a fat old hag like her? Now I found myself wishing we would have stayed strangers.

Greta and Natalie shifted over on the small bench they were sharing to give me a tiny little edge to sit on. With that diabolical corset squeezing my already sizable hips out on the bottom and my gigantic chest out on the top, just sitting down proved to be a challenge getting both ends to counterbalance each other correctly. Teetering on that tiny bit of seat, it felt like my whole ass, which was so much more rounded and soft than before, kept wanting to roll out of from under me and push me right onto the floor.

I picked up a rag and an ornate knife and became polishing just like the others, trying my best not to look up. The way my arm kept brushing against my breasts every time I reached for something gave me a sick feeling inside. The sensation of them jiggling wasn’t entirely unpleasant but I just knew that even the slightest touch would be seen by the others and they’d instantly assume I was playing with myself, or something equally as humiliating. If Master Oringel was so intent on making me endure life as a woman for a time, why couldn’t he have at least given me a more normally proportioned body?

“You’re new here?” Greta said, her tight little body pressed up against mine. Under different circumstances, it would have been heaven, but with a corset biting into my ribs and the constant struggle to stay on the bench, it was anything but. She gritted her teeth as I tried once again to get more comfortable. “Are you from the village?”

“Um, yeah, I mean, I guess, I just moved here.” It seemed like a good enough lie to get me through for a while. After all, it was turning out to look as if no one at all was going to recognize me for who I really was.

“You’re not related to Mathis, by any chance, are you?” Natalie said. “You look a little like him.”

My blood ran cold. She must have noticed something. Was she going to string me along, just to humiliate me in front of the entire kitchen? That would just be my luck. If I looked anything like my masculine self, it was no wonder everyone kept staring. I couldn’t even imagine how hideous I would look as a woman. My jaw quivered and I didn’t dare look away from the ornate knife I’d begun polishing. zenci porno Again I shifted my weight to keep from falling off the bench and Greta groaned. I didn’t know what to say, but the fat woman shelling peas spoke up for me.

“Ha! Everyone around here is related to everyone else! You’re nothing but a bunch of inbreeds!”

The knife I was holding slipped out of my hand and I had to lunge to grab it before it clattered to the floor. That, however, threw me off balance and I only managed to keep myself on the bench by nearly unseating Greta. She in turn had to grab hold of the tabletop to keep from falling and it was only Natalie’s intervention that kept the whole thing from ending up on the floor.

A moment of utter stillness followed in which the fat woman laughed on and on, offering all manner of uncouth comments about my grace. That high tower was sounding more and more appealing all the time. Suddenly, Greta stood up with a sigh and nudged me in the shoulder with her hip. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye and she was glaring back at me.

“Excuse me,” she said. “I need to take a piss.”

“A piss?” I said. I’d never heard a girl speak like that before. Just the very thought of what it implied made my cheeks burn red.

“Yes, a piss! Would you please get out of my way!”

“Yeah, sorry,” I shuffled off the bench.

“Gods, what a fat-ass cow…” Greta muttered as she pushed past me. As she stormed away, we were treated to another chorus of laugher from the fat woman.

“What’s the matter girl, don’t anyone ever piss where you come from?”

“No, they do — I mean…I just never…”

“You’re not too bright are you, bitch?” she laughed loud enough that the entire kitchen heard her.

With more eyes than I cared to think about boring into me, I settled back onto the bench, all too conscious of how much my pillowy ass spread out now that it had amble room to do so. Regardless of Mistress Holainah’s warnings about my posture, I let my shoulders slump as far as they would go.

As I tried to ignore the stares and got back to polishing, Natalie shimmied close. Despite the fact there was now plenty of room on the bench for both of us, she didn’t stop until her body was right up against mine. She leaned over and her breast squeezed up against my arm. I froze. In a conspiratorial tone, she said, “Well, I for one think your ass is quite exquisite.”

My mouth was already dry but it was doubtful I would have been able to say anything after hearing that even if it wasn’t. I looked over at her and her face was creased from ear to ear with a sly smile. Maybe she wasn’t quite so cold as I’d always assumed.

“I’d love to take a closer look at it after the festivities,” she added. “I’d let you handle mine too, if you want.”

I nearly smiled back, but then stopped short. Where I would have expected a playful twinge in my cock, I instead felt my nipples hardening and a growing warmth between my legs. Why did she have to be coming on to me now, of all times, when I didn’t have the means to do anything about it? Was it even possible that all my various parts now worked just like a real woman’s? I didn’t even want to think about it. Doing my best to ignore her, I busied myself with the silverware.

She simply giggled, one of those girlish titters that always made me feel like they were all pointing at me behind my back. “You’re cute when you blush like that.”

Fortunately, I didn’t have to reply because Greta returned and scooted onto the bench without any warning whatsoever. “Come on Stephanie, move that fat ass and give me some room here,” she said. I did my best to accommodate her, but Natalie, humming innocently, wasn’t budging an inch.

Wedged between those two girls, I found my new body bent uncomfortably out of shape and my movements confined in order to keep from disturbing them. As the two of them chattered away between themselves, my muscles became a tense ball of aches and pains. I wasn’t in much of a mood to join in, especially when the topics they chose to keep retreading were a number of female issues which I would rather have not heard about, and the various men in the keep they wanted to have ravage them. (my real name did not come up once).

How long exactly I was stuck cramped between them like that, I couldn’t say for certain, but it felt like hours. At least the boring repetition of the work helped to keep my mind from worrying too much. That secluded corner of the kitchen became my personal little sanctuary. As long as I didn’t do anything to draw attention to myself, I was safe.

After awhile the girls’ conversation stopped entirely, but Greta’s occasional grumbles only grew more frequent, her manners more perturbed. Though I was certain she had much more of the bench to sit on then I had when on the end, she was now fidgeting far worse than I ever had. Finally, she slammed down the piece of silverware she had been working on and snatched up the one I had just finished.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she said, holding up the fork in front of my face.

When she continued waiting for a reply, I said the only thing that came to mind. “P-polishing?”

“You call this polished?” she said. “Half of what you did here needs to be redone!”

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Duchess Ch. 01

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Another hotel bar in another city. The life of a traveling salesman. I’m not complaining. I enjoy it; I always have, but it’s the same scene over and over again. A bar with too many men in it, all trying to one up each other with road warrior stories.

I sat, nursing my Jameson’s on the rocks, reading one of my favorite books, “The Unbearable Lightness of Being”, by Milan Kundera. I am a 47 year sales manager from Phoenix, divorced, but in a relationship, that was good over all, but just had something missing. I’m in pretty good shape, could certainly lose a few pounds brought on by numerous restaurant meals. I have blond hair, blue eyes and believe that I am reasonably attractive.

I continued to sip my whiskey, not paying close attention to anyone around me, until she walked in with a group of men. She had beautiful caramel skin and a presence that dominated the room as soon as she entered. I noticed others around me take notice also. I watched as one of the men pulled out her chair. As she sat, her skirt rode up just enough for me to glimpse the top of her black stockings and a hint of the garter belt that held them up. I mis-swallowed my whisky, coughing it back up. Everyone in the room looked at me with a touch of concern except her. When I looked up, she was staring at me, a twinkle in her eye, and a small predatory smile on her red lips, as if she knew what had caused my choking.

I tried to continue reading, but my eyes kept straying to her, to her legs, to her demeanor, the way she handled herself with this group of men. It appeared to me that she had them eating out of the palm of her hand. Each time I looked at her, she seemed to sense it and casually look my way, 1080 porno with the same satisfied smile. I would immediately turn red and glance down at my book, willing myself not to look at her.

The next time I looked up, they were gone. I immediately felt a sense of emptiness. A sense that I missed something important. I finished my drink and was waving for the bartender to bring me the bill when I felt a presence next to me. I turned and there she was, smiling. Her hands absently stroked her thighs and I immediately dreamt of what lay underneath her red skirt.

“Do you always spend time staring at women in hotel bars?” she asked.

I had a million great lines in my mind, like “No, only the most beautiful ones”, but what came out of my mouth was “Sorry. I didn’t mean to”

She laughed, enjoying my discomfort. “Why don’t you buy me a drink? I’ll have what you’re having.”

I nodded, afraid to speak and waved again at the bartender. “Two Jameson’s on the rocks, please” He nodded, filled the order and walked away. The woman picked up her glass, toyed with the swizzle stick and clinked her glass against mine.

“To new friends.” She raised the glass to her lips. I saw her tongue peek out between them as she took a sip. “I saw what you were reading. It’s one of my favorite books, but if I had written it, I would twist things around a bit.”

“Really?” I said, “How would you twist it around?”

“I think you know. It is such a sensual book with hints of dominance and submission. Tomas tries to dominate, but it is obvious that Sabina holds the real power. If I were Kundera, I would’ve explored Sabina’s power over Tomas and his obvious 2 k porno submission.”

I didn’t know what to say. Somehow, she knew. She knew my deepest thoughts and desires. I blushed and took a sip of my drink to fill the gap of my silence.

“You understand what I’m talking about, don’t you?”

I slowly nodded.

“What’s your name?”

“Mike,” I said reaching out my hand.

“You can call me, Duchess, for now,” she said, reaching her hand out, palm down. I instinctively knew that I wasn’t supposed to shake her hand. I took her hand in mine, her warmth shot through my body as I brought her hand to my lips, placing a soft kiss just above her slender fingers.

She smiled, “Good boy.”

I blushed again, which I saw gave her pleasure. “Are you here on business?” I asked.

“I live here, but I am self employed and also travel.”

“Were those your co-workers?”

“I don’t have co-workers, babe. Those were my employees. Employees that would do anything to be in my good graces.” She paused, “So what would you do to be in my good graces, babe?”

I found myself answering immediately, instinctively, with the need of thought. “Anything, Duchess”

She laughed again. “Babe, you have no idea what you’re getting into.” She ran her hand along my leg, stopping achingly close to where my hard cock was plainly visible. “How long are you in town?”

“For the rest of the week, Duchess.”

“How often do you come through Sacramento?”

“Once a month for a week, Duchess.”

“Good, I can work with that.” She finished her drink. “Walk me to my car.” I nodded and turned to finish my drink. “Leave that, I’m ready now.”

I 3 k porno immediately stood and she slipped her arm into mine. When we reached the door, I stepped up to open the door for her. She smiled as she walked through and my heart soared. What was I doing? How could she do this to me after meeting her only 15 minutes before. She pointed to a black Jaguar in the lot.

“That’s my car,” she said, handing me the keys. “Pull it around so I don’t have to walk through the lot.”

“Yes Duchess,” I said, taking the keys from her, a bit disappointed that our fingers didn’t touch during the transaction. I jogged across the lot and carefully opened the door. It was a tight fit, but I didn’t dare adjust the seat. I pulled the car to where she waited, left it running and opened the door. She sat down on the seat, but didn’t pull her legs inside the car. “I want you to do something for me, babe.”

“Anything, Duchess.”

“Kneel down and kiss my foot.”

I was shocked. “Here, Duchess?” I started looking around.

“Don’t look around. It doesn’t matter if the whole world is watching. I asked you what you would do and you told me anything. I don’t think this is too much to ask.”

I immediately went to my knees beside her car. As I lowered my head towards her shoe, I caught a glimpse of red panties. I gave her foot a quick kiss. “Now the other one.” I kissed her other foot and waited on my knees before her. “You may rise.”

I stood, awaiting her next command. “I think you saw something down there you shouldn’t have,” she said, staring at my obviously erect cock. “You will need to be punished for that.”

“Tomorrow, meet me at the bar at 4:00pm. Wear dark pants, no underwear and a blue shirt. In your right pocket, I want you to cut a small hole.” She pulled her legs inside the car and closed the door. She revved the engine, then rolled down her window. “One more thing, don’t touch yourself. I’ll know if you do.”

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Enslaved in Fairfax County Ch. 01

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When Gretchen and I got back to the United States, Gretchen went back to work at her public relations firm and I went back to my job at the bank. Of course I eagerly took advantage of my regained freedom and did all of the things that I wasn’t able to do as a slave.

I ate whenever I felt like it. I slept whenever I felt like it. I showered whenever I felt like it. I wore clothing. I called up friends on the phone and talked for hours. I went shopping to buy more clothes. I went driving just to prove I had the freedom to go anywhere I wanted whenever I wanted. I fingered myself to orgasm whenever I felt like it (which was often) and had sex with Gretchen every night.

However, no matter how much I appreciated my newfound freedoms, every night I would dream of being a slave.

In many of those dreams I’m naked and running through the woods. Apparently I’m an escaped slave and women in uniforms are searching for me. The women all have handcuffs strapped to their belts and some of them are carrying riding crops. I know that if I’m captured I’ll be punished.

What makes the dream even stranger is that I want these women to catch me. Even though I hide behind trees and run as fast as my bare feet can run, I still want them to catch me and punish me.

There’s another dream where I’m at the airport in Sessia and I’m ordered to strip by one of the airport personnel. The thought of being nude in public and humiliated is arousing, but I refuse anyway. After I refuse to take off my clothes security guards emerge from the crowd and grab me. They roughly hold my arms behind my back and rip off my t-shirt with their bare hands and unsnap and unzip my tight blue jeans while I struggle and try to get free. My jeans are pulled down my legs and past my feet, but my panties are grabbed and ripped off my body. Once I’m totally naked, I’m bent over a table and told to spread my legs so they can do a body cavity search.

In another dream I’m in my mother’s house and naked, with my hands bound behind my back. My mother and sister are there and apparently I’m waiting for employees of the Office of Slave Identification (OSI) to come and take me away. I’m actually very excited and filled with anticipation of an erotic sort, however I don’t tell my sister or mother about this and instead act nervous and bemoan the fate that awaits me. My sister gives me a sympathetic hug and at the end of the dream there’s a loud knock at the door.

And every single time I had one of these dreams, I’d wake up feeling feverish and aroused and desperate for orgasmic release. I never talked to Gretchen about these dreams, but she’s often seen me sitting up in bed, breathing heavy and quite often covered in sweat. Also several times she saw my hands shaking and saw my hand-eye coordination falter when performing simple tasks like getting dressed, so she knew something was up even if I didn’t tell her what it was.

I suppose she just knew me well enough to know that I would tell her when I was ready. And one day in September, shortly after getting home from work, I found her in the kitchen sorting the junk mail from the good mail and I very simply broached her with the words, “We have to talk.”

The words came out slowly and awkwardly at first, but the longer I talked the easier it became. Eventually the words just poured out of me, and when I was finished I felt like a heavy weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

Finally, when Gretchen had a chance to respond, she replied, “It sounds to me as if you’re having a difficult time adjusting to freedom.”

“It’s not exactly freedom that’s the problem, “I began, “it’s more like…well, I don’t know exactly. It’s almost like post traumatic stress disorder. When I was in Sessia, there was so much excitement. I was humiliated and exposed totally naked in front of strangers and sexually abused. I mean, it was scary, but it was also the most exciting time of my entire life. The life I’m living right now is so *boring* by comparison!”

“Hmmmm” responded Gretchen, “would you like for me to find a way to make your life more exciting?”

“How do you mean?” I retorted. “It’s not like slavery is legal in the United States. And it’s not like we can just go back to Sessia whenever we feel like it. Traveling to Europe is expensive. And immigrating to Sessia and getting jobs that pay a living wage wouldn’t be easy.”

Gretchen didn’t answer at first. She was always the logical, calculating one of our household. I could practically hear the gears turning as she thought it over and considered her options and formulated her plans. Somehow she was better at deductive reasoning and problem solving than I was. She always saw possibilities and solutions that eluded me.

“It’s not necessary that you become my legal slave,” Gretchen explained. “All we need to do is add an extra thrill to your life. And if we put some thought into it, I’m sure we can add that thrill to your life while still staying right here in the United States of America.”

“How,” I asked, almost breathless with anticipation.

“Be sex izle patient,” replied Gretchen. “I’m still working out a plan. But before I make major changes in your life I’d like to have as much information as possible about what you need.”

She then proceeded to pick up a pen and a legal pad. Then she sat down, and said, “for starters why don’t you tell me about these erotic dreams you’ve been having. And I’d like as much detail as possible. Tell me everything you can about each dream and what it was that excited you the most about each one.”

So, we sat there in the kitchen for almost two hours while I related these dreams of nudity and humiliation and helplessness and sexual slavery and why I found them to be so erotic and compelling and intoxicating. Occasionally Gretchen would ask a question, but mostly she just took down page after page after page of notes.

When we were finished Gretchen had thirty pages of notes and I was feeling hot and feverish from sexual arousal. I suggested that we have sex right then and there, but Gretchen had different ideas.

Looking at me over the top of her legal pad, she replied, “From now on we’re going to have some rules around here. First of all, you don’t get to decide when you have sex anymore; I do. So, from now on you take all of your queues from me.”

I honestly didn’t understand, but Gretchen was always the dominant one in our relationship. Even when I didn’t understand what her motives were I usually agreed with her.

“Okay,” I said.

“Secondly, I think that you should be always be nude around the house. Take all your clothes off right now.”

This was more exciting. It wasn’t sex, but being naked and exposed and available was still exciting. I rapidly began to unbutton the front of my blouse.

“Of course when you say *always* nude around the house, you mean only when it’s just the two of us, right? I still get to wear clothes when we have company over, right?”

Gretchen arched an eyebrow and gently tapped her legal pad with her pen. “I really don’t think so,” she said coldly. “If we’re going to make your life more exciting, I think you’re going to have to expose your naked body to everybody who comes in this house.”

I had shed my blouse and skirt and at this point was standing there in nothing but my bra, panties and some stockings. My hands froze as I reached for my bra and my mouth dropped open.

“Everyone?” I asked. The idea was extremely exciting; however it was also extremely scary. “What if my mother comes over? What if *your* mother comes over? What if I have to sign for a package? What if one of the neighbors drops by and wants to chat?”

Gretchen seemed to think about this for a few minutes and finally came up with a reply. “I’ll come up with a list of carefully chosen people,” she said. “Only those people will be allowed in the house. And I’ll have a talk with our regular postal carrier and the local UPS deliver person. Both of them are female and I’m pretty sure they won’t have a problem with a naked girl signing for a package.”

I was shocked at the idea of exposing my naked body every time I had to sign for a package from UPS, but I was also extremely excited. This was exactly the sort of humiliating yet arousing thing I needed to recapture the feelings that I had when I was a slave in Sessia!

“Um, okay,” I finally said with a voice that was very weak and almost inaudible.

“And you’re still not naked,” Gretchen commented. “I told you to take off all of your clothes. Is there a reason you’re still wearing your bra and panties?”

My hands flew to remove the last tiny pieces of clothing from my body, and I couldn’t help but notice that I had left a stain on my panties in the center of the crotch area. I’m sure Gretchen noticed as well. We both knew I was getting turned on by this.

“Now, make us something to eat,” Gretchen ordered. “While we were busy planning it’s gotten late, and I’m hungry.”

I went to the refrigerator totally naked and began pulling out vegetables and other assorted ingredients that could be used to make a tasty meal. The cold air from the refrigerator smashed into my bare skin and I immediately felt more naked than naked. My nipples felt especially sensitive being exposed to the cold air and they fast became hard and erect. And standing at the cutting board totally naked, cutting up onions and bell peppers I felt extremely vulnerable and exposed, almost like a slave again.

“I’m still devising the rules,” Gretchen said as she watched me from a distance, “but I think you’ll need to be punished for your slowness in getting out of your clothes.”

“I agree,” I said eagerly. “If you’re not strict with me, it won’t seem nearly as real. It’ll seem fake if you let me get away with too much.”

“And another thing,” she said, “You should start calling me ‘Mistress’ when we’re here at home.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied with a smile creeping into my face.

“The standard punishment for little infractions of the rules will be an over the knee spanking. alt yazılı porno I’ll give you one as soon as dinner is ready.”

My head was swimming at this point. I hadn’t been spanked since we had returned to America. I was looking forward to my first spanking with both anticipation and dread. My heart beat faster as I remembered how painful it could be to have a strong woman’s hand come down on my naked buttocks again and again and again. It was very intimate and erotic, but no matter how arousing it might be, it still frightened me.

Dinner took longer than I thought it would, but once I had it on the table Gretchen looked pleased. I’ve always been a better cook than her and she always enjoyed my cooking, but now in addition to a delicious meal, she was also going to get to cook my buttocks.

All the chairs at the dinner table had armrests and thus were impractical for an over the knee spanking, so Gretchen had me go and fetch a footstool from the next room. When I set it down on the floor, she got out of her chair and for a few brief seconds she was standing directly in front of me.

The reality of how much power I was giving her struck me like a powerful blow to my solar plexus. Her I was standing totally naked and exposed, while she was fully clothed and respectable looking. She had all the authority, while I looked like a naked, vulnerable victim just waiting to be sacrificed or sexually abused.

And I had agreed that this was how it was going to be every day.

Then suddenly she grabbed my wrist and sat down. I very quickly ended up over her lap as Gretchen pulled me down and shoved my ass across her lap and my upper body down towards the floor.

“A standard spanking will be swats equal to the number of birthdays you’ve had. As a result the older you get the longer your spankings will get.”

I moaned at this. My mother had used the exact same system on my sister and me. However she had never planned on me being spanked in my adult years.

“Now, how old are you, Diane?” Gretchen asked in a teasing tone of voice.

“Nineteen, Mistress,” I responded. She already knew the answer, but seemed to be taking some enjoyment out of prolonging my time over her lap.

“But, you’ll be turning twenty later this month, won’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I responded. She also already knew the answer to that question. We had already begun making preparations for my birthday party.

“Well, for now I guess I can only give you nineteen swats, but you get to look forward to a longer spanking on your birthday. And yes, I’m giving you a spanking of twenty swats on your birthday whether you break the rules or not.”

I moaned again and pleaded, “You’re going to spank me even if I’m good? That’s not fair!”

Gretchen’s fingers slid between my thighs and found my pubic lips, which at this point were swollen and puffy and slick with my juices. At her touch a sexual tingle went through my entire body and my right leg twitched. “You’re enjoying this immensely,” opined Gretchen. “I think you’re protesting just to add to the drama. Yes, I’ll spank you on your birthday, no matter what.”

Then suddenly her hand came down hard on my left buttock. There was a loud, sharp smacking sound as her naked hand slammed into my naked flesh. Her first blow hurt and there were eighteen more to go.

Pride kept me from screaming. It’s just the way I am. I try not to scream when I’m punished. It doesn’t make the punishment sting any less, but it somehow makes me feel proud of myself if I can keep from screaming.

By the tenth swat both of my buttocks were stinging and my hips were jerking wildly on Gretchen’s lap. I couldn’t help myself and started letting out yelps of pain as Gretchen’s merciless hand rained down more and more pain on my defenseless and exposed, naked flesh.

“Is your cute little bottom sore now?” Gretchen asked in mock sympathy.

“Yes! Yes, it hurts a lot!” I replied.

“Want me to stop?”

I wasn’t certain how to respond. Honestly my bottom was plenty sore. It was probably red at this point. However I wanted to play the role of a slave girl, and slave girls didn’t get to dictate when their punishments were over. They just suffered and endured whatever punishment their mistress felt like dealing out to them.

“Please give me nine more swats, Mistress,” I replied. “If you’re not strict with me I’ll never learn to be a proper slave girl.”

“Excellent answer,” Gretchen replied. I couldn’t see her face from the position I was in, but I could tell from the sound of her voice that she was smiling.

Then my already sore buttocks received nine more stinging swats from her hand, and then Gretchen said, “You can get up now, Darling.”

Then I sat down to dinner.

We ate the same food, but Gretchen sat there fully clothed and looking dignified, while I sat there naked and squirming, uncomfortable on account of my sore bottom and unable to find a way to sit on it that didn’t make it feel as if I were sitting on a hot stove.

“It altyazılı sex izle will take a while for me to write up an entire list of rules for you,” said Gretchen as she ate, “however for now we’ll leave it at this; first of all you’re to be naked at all times when you’re in my house. When you get home from work, you’re to strip naked immediately.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, trying to sound obedient.

“There may be exceptions to this rule, like if the wrong people come over to visit. But I’m the one who’ll decide when those exceptions occur, not you. If I catch you wearing so much as a pair of panties in this house without my express permission it’s over my lap you go, understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“The next thing is, starting today; you’re not allowed to masturbate. I’m in charge of your orgasms from now on. And if I don’t want you to have one, you won’t have one. Is that understood?”

This rule sounded tougher. With my increased libido I was going to want to have more and more orgasms. However I also wanted to be dominated and controlled. How much more control could I possibly give up than to give her control over all of my orgasms? It would be tough, but it would help to make me feel totally owned.

“Understood, Mistress,” I replied.

“I’ll want you home as much as possible, so I’ll be taking over your schedule. You’re to come straight home right after work. And I want you to cancel your health club membership. You can work out here at home.”

There was a slight pause after she said this, and then she added, “Actually, I have enough money now; I should be able to hire a personal trainer to come to the house and supervise your workouts.”

It took me a few seconds for the significance of this to hit me.

“Here?” I asked. “Doesn’t that mean I’ll have to be naked in front of the personal trainer?”

“Exactly,” she said.

“Won’t that be a problem?” I asked. “Won’t the personal trainer think that it’s awfully odd that the person she’s training is totally naked?”

“You leave that to me, slave girl,” she said as she continued to eat. “In my job I’ve met a lot of people who are very eccentric and open-minded. I think I could find you a personal trainer who would have no problem with training a naked twenty-year old.”

I was trying to imagine where she could possibly find somebody that wouldn’t freak at the idea of me being naked while she ordered me to do leg lifts and crunches and whatnot, and while I was pondering that, Gretchen laid down a few more rules.

“Of course you’ll have to be completely shaved at all times. I’ll examine you every day to make sure you’re properly groomed. I’ll check your legs, your underarms and especially your pubic area. If I find you’ve let any body hair grow back, I’ll have to punish you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied.

I was getting hotter and wetter as this conversation went on. Gretchen was treating me very close to the way I was treated in Sessia. This was about as close as U.S. law would allow. I was feeling more and more like a sex slave every minute.

After dinner I cleared away the dirty dishes and I stood there stark naked at the kitchen sink and cleaned the dishes off and then dried them. Gretchen came in every five minutes or so to check on my progress. Once she caught me rubbing my thighs together and she smacked my on the ass and ordered me to stop.

“A good slave always keeps her thighs from touching,” she berated me. “If I see your legs together like that again, I’ll have to punish you.”

After the dishes were clean I was then ordered to pick up my discarded clothes from the floor and take them down to the laundry room. I found out later that all of the household laundry and cooking and cleaning would now be done by me. As the new household slave it was considered only natural that I would now do all of the manual labor and menial tasks.

After I was done with the laundry, Gretchen found me and without warning kissed me firmly on the lips. I moaned into her mouth and started to wrap my arms around her, but then Gretchen admonished me and said, “Slaves don’t touch their mistress unless they have permission first. Put your hands behind your back.”

It was weird, but I intended to be a good girl and follow orders. I placed my hands behind my back and allowed Gretchen to kiss me passionately. I moaned deeply into her mouth as her tongue explored the inside of my mouth and caressed my own tongue with hers.

The fabric of her wool/polyester jacket felt rough against my bare breasts and sensitive nipples as she pressed her torso in close against mine. She was driving me crazy with lust, and then when I was just about to scream, Gretchen ordered me to get down on my knees.

Of course I had to kneel with my knees far apart. And I was told if I had to be constantly reminded about keeping my knees apart, I’d be punished.

Apparently Gretchen’s levels of lust had progressed pretty far as well, as she ordered me to remove her shoes, her pants and her panties. I undressed her quickly and heard Gretchen moan as I pulled her panties away from her hips and down her thighs. Her panties also had a wet spot and I could smell Gretchen’s secretions as her arousal had made her pussy wet, but I didn’t dare say anything. Slaves keep such comments to themselves.

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