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Where this story ends doesn’t sound like the end and maybe it isn’t but for now it is. If you think I should go on, say so but if not then I’m pretty happy with the way it is.

*****

It doesn’t matter where or how I met Brenda. When I first saw her she was in her wheelchair where she had been confined since birth. She was born with muscular distrophy. Brenda was an extraordinary woman. Nothing in life was ever easy for her. She has a good mind and has used it to make a successful entrepreneur of herself. At 31 she is what people with no disabling physical problem oft times only hoped to be.

I flew to meet Brenda at her home. She welcomed me and made me feel particularly special. She had come in a van. She didn’t expect what I had in mind. Brenda told me where her van was parked and I told her not to worry about it. I nodded to a black stretch limousine just to our right front. I motioned for the driver to come around the car. He did so and opened the rear door for us. I had wheeled Brenda to the door. I told her to put her arms around my neck as I leaned over to pick her up. She did so and I put my hands under her butt and lifted her up so she was fully in my arms. The car door and seat were directly behind mind so a slight step to my rear allowed me to slowly bend at the knees until I was seated, my legs still out the door. I pushed my way into the car, still holding onto Brenda although now she was sitting in my lap. I found her to be relatively light in weight, at least as far as I was concerned. I pushed myself towards the middle of the car. Still holding Brenda by her butt I was able to place her easily into the corner of the seat of the car. I had an extra-long hand strap installed for her to hold onto. The driver placed her wheelchair in the trunk of the car and we were off.

Brenda asked where we were going and I told her not to worry that she would enjoy it. I told her to use the car phone to tell her sister that she would be out of town for the weekend. I had given Brenda a phone number to call that would ring a pocket phone and told her to have her sister ring her back on it. She did and Brenda was looked quite satisfied at the events that far. She asked again where we were going and I told her to be patient, that she would have all the answers in just a few hours.

I raised the translucent window between us and the driver. We could see him, though it was through a filmy glass but he could not see us nor did he have any control over the window. I am quite insistent on my privacy. I told Brenda to put on her lap seat belt to help keep her stabilized. She did so and found me sitting as close to her as I could. I gave her a long full kiss on her lips. While kissing me Brenda grabbed onto the hand strap to hold on. I broke the kiss and ran my hands around her back and gave her a long loving hug. My left hand ran up her right arm to where she was holding the strap. With a quick and easy move I was able to handcuff her hand to the strap. I pushed back and away to see her now. There was a definite look of shock in her face though she didn’t say a word. From a small leather bag sitting on the other side of me I took a cloth rope which was looped on one end. I slipped this end around her right wrist and then tied it to the hand strap on my side. Brenda still had not said a word nor had she moved at all. I don’t know if she were too surprised by it. I then took a second rope, this one made of a very soft sturdy material. I looped one end around her right hand and ran it through and tied it off on the handcuff on her left hand. This insured the integrity of the ties.

I asked her at this point how she was feeling. She said she felt a bit strange in this position but she was not afraid. I assured her there was no reason to be afraid. With her hands secured and her seat belt around her waist, Brenda was rendered immobile in that she did not have the use of her legs. I explained to her at that point how trust between partners was paramount. She agreed. We decided upon a “safe word,” a word or phrase she could use if she became scared or particularly uncomfortable at any time. We decided that the words “it hurts” could in no way be misinterpreted and so that became her safe word.

I went to my leather bag again a produced a very sharp hunting knife. I warned Brenda that it was very sharp and if she remained calm I wouldn’t even nick her let alone cut her. She smiled telling me that it was all right. To show her just how sharp it was I took the knife and with ease cut the top button of her blouse off. Brenda said I should be careful because she didn’t have anything else to wear. I told her not to worry that everything hand been attended to. She told me she didn’t understand but that she trusted me.

That said, I slowly cut away the rest of her buttons one by one. I pushed aside her blouse enough so that he bra came into view. It was a white one of no particular note. I took the knife and slowly placed the knife underneath it where it held the bra cups together. Then, with a quick move, I pulled the knife to me, the material cut away Kartal Ukraynalı Escort as if it were only crepe paper. I noticed a shiver come over Brenda. She smiled and I told her not to say a word. She nodded her head in agreement. I then used the knife to move the bra first away from one breast and then the other. In each case, however, her position kept the blouse and bra pushing back over her breasts. I decided this was totally unsuitable. I stood up as best I could and used the knife to cut down the sleeve of one arm and then the other pulling it across the front on the blouse until some of the material fell away of its own and I was able to easily remove the rest. Finally, by simply cutting the straps of her bra I was able to pull it from her body leaving her entirely naked from the waist up.

I took a little time to gaze upon her naked breasts for a little while. It came to me that I might try something which had the possibility of being very erotic. I moved myself as closely to her as possible. I took the knife and ever so lightly touched the tip of one of her nipples. I then moved it from there to the bottom of her nipple and very gently traced the bottom of her taut nipple. This made her nipple visibly harder. From there I pulled then knife tip lightly down her front, around her belly button to the top of her pants. As things were I decided to take the easy route, I pulled her pants and panties down at the same time leaving her completely naked in the car.

There was something that did not seem quite satisfactory yet, however. I moved her legs apart so that her pussy was in full view. Now things were as I desired. It was at this point I pulled a blindfold from the leather case and told her of the inner padding to insure she could see nothing. I placed the pure black blindfold over her eyes and pulled the cinch in the rear for proper tightness. Now my mind was racing with what I would do first. Brenda was in total submission and I had every intention of making the most of it.

I pulled some ice from the car’s bar and rubbed it over and around her nipples. The melting ice dripping down the sides of her breasts and into the valley between them and finally flowing down to her belly button. I took some more of the ice and rubbed it along her lips. I had one large cube now and told her to lick it. She did. I took the cube and placed it into her pussy between her legs and removed my hand. Brenda squirmed underneath the coldness of the ice in her pussy. I pulled a lemon from the bar and squeezed the lemon quarter so a small bit squirted into the air. I asked her what it was she smelled. She said she couldn’t tell me so I told her it was an orange. I told her I would place it to her mouth so she could taste it. I did that and she said how sweet it tasted. I decided to take this little experiment of mine one step further. I took a packet of sugar, wet my finger tips and took up some of the sugar. I told Brenda that I was putting salt on her lips. She slowly moved her tongue out to taste it and quickly retracted it saying there was so much on her lower lip she was afraid it would dry there. I told her not to talk so much and to worry even less. I told her the proper reply at this point was, “Yes sir.,” to which she responded in like manner.

Next I took out two nipple clamps. One at a time a attached them to her nipples just tightly enough so they stayed on but not tightly enough so they could possibly hurt. I told Brenda that later on they would be tightened little by little. I told her I was going to check each to make sure they did not fall off. I took the time to actually tighten them a little more, Brenda seemed not to notice. The clips were tied together by a rope style silver chain.

I could feel the car coming to a stop. I used the intercom to ask the driver why he was stopping. He informed me we needed gas. I thought it would be a good time to use the men’s room, told Brenda and told her I’d be right back. She expressed a like need. I informed her that unless she desired to go entirely naked to the lady’s room she’d have to stay where she was and that in good time she’d be relieved. I reminded her of the condition of her clothing, got out of the car closing the door behind me. Brenda protested however I didn’t hear what she said entirely. It was not her safe word so I did not concern myself with it.

When I was done relieving myself I went to the small convenience store within the gas station bought some water, candy and a few other food items. I returned to the car. The chauffeur was standing outside the rear door of the car. I told him not to bother with the door. He waited for me to get in before entering the car himself. We were off again. Brenda asked me how I was going to arrange for her to relieve herself and I told her that it was taken care of and she would be attended to in good time. I told her how important it was to be patient and to always do exactly as I said. She promised she would. I could see her strain a little at the ties on her arms. She didn’t protest though. Once back on the Interstate I opened Kartal Üniversiteli Escort the bottle of water, took a drink and offered Brenda some. She took some to get the “salt” off her lips. I told her she needed to drink some more so she’d be satisfied for at least an hour. She did without a word. As I held the water up she tried to move away from the bottle by holding her head down and away from the bottle, the water fell from her mouth and onto her body. She asked me to dry her off. I told her it was not necessary, she’d dry off soon enough.

Brenda then asked me how much longer it would be before we got to where we were going. I assured her that we were literally minutes away. The sound of stones crackling beneath the wheels of the car seeped through. Brenda turned her head as if to see where she was. The car came to a stop. I told her I would be back in one minute. I instructed the driver to remove several clothing bags from the trunk and take them inside the house. I gave him keys to do this. Having done that I told him to get in the car and when he heard the door slam shut to stay there for a minute before parking the car and going to the servant quarters of the house.

I got into the rear of the car and removed the restraints. I told Brenda that she was not to touch the blindfold however. I assured her that we were on a very large estate which sat well back from the road. I got out of the car from my side and went around to where she was seated, undid the seat belt and picked her up. I carried her up the steps to the front door which had been left slightly ajar as instructed.

Brenda then heard a woman’s voice and asked who it was. I told her it was just one of the servants and not to concern herself with it. She told me she was a little bit scared. I reassured her there was nothing to fear. I told her she was going to be extremely well taken care of for the entire weekend. I told her not to remove the mask until told to do so. She agreed. I carried her to the master bedroom upstairs. Again Brenda heard a woman’s voice, a different one this time. I noticed she was about to speak and put my finger on her lips indicating she should not say a thing. Actually there were two women in the room unknown to Brenda. I asked them if they fully understood what they were to do and they said they did. I told them to proceed. Now Brenda was aware of the second woman’s presence. I placed Brenda in her wheelchair which had been brought up. One of the women pushed it into the bathroom that led off from the bedroom. One of the women took the mask off Brenda’s face. Brenda seemed a bit shocked to see both women, apparently in their 20s, were completely naked. One of the women helped Brenda onto the side of the sunken oversized bath. To her it look more like a wading pool. The other woman took Brenda’s legs and placed them into the bath. The water had already been drawn and Brenda found it to be just a little bit hot but not too much so. Once in the tub one of the women, wit light brown hair, stood in the tub the other woman holding Brenda from outside the tub. The woman in the tub took Brenda’s right hand, lifted it just above Brenda’s head, placed a handcuff around Brenda’s wrist and attached the other end to a wooden handle that was suspended by a chain from the ceiling. Brenda was told to see if she could easily wrap her hand around the handle. She could. The woman told her that was just for safety, emphasizing the word ‘just.’ Brenda pulled on it and noticed that although it was sturdy there was some motion downward in it allowing her to pull it down a little bit.

That done, the woman outside the tub placed a wooden chair into the tub and the two women helped Brenda into it. Brenda looked down at the bottom of the chair legs and saw there was some sort of rubber grip that stabilized the chair. The blonde woman who had been standing outside the tub now got in behind Brenda and asked her if she were comfortable. She showed Brenda two leather looped straps hanging from the ends of each arm of the chair, for purposes of safety she could grab onto them if she started to feel unsafe. Then the woman behind Brenda took a shower head which was at the end of a flexible metal hose, turned on the water and then directed the stream of water to Brenda’s neck. Brenda could feel the very warm water stream down her neck over her shoulders and down her front. She started to relax under the water’s soothing stream.

The woman who had been standing in front of Brenda introduced herself as Donna and the woman behind her as Sandra. She explained it was their job to get her very clean so she would be ready. Brenda asked what it was she would be ready for. Donna told her that she would know that in just a little while and not to worry, to enjoy her bath. Brenda did so. Sandra gave Brenda a warm wet face cloth and told her to use it for her eyes while she shampooed her hair. At first the shampoo felt like any other Brenda had given herself. Then, she could feel Sandra’s obviously strong hands massaging her scalp. It was obvious to Brenda that Sandra was Kartal Vip Escort expert in what she was doing, the scalp massage felt extremely good and very relaxing. Sandra explained to her that in addition to being clean she needed to be completely relaxed. Sandra pressed her finger tips against the sides of Brenda’s head near her eyes and massaged there. Then she turned her attention to Brenda’s neck. It seemed that Sandra was fully aware of every little place that could have any tenseness at all. Brenda relaxed her entire body as Sandra’s hands expertly used a combination of the slipperiness of the soap and gentle pressure to relieve all signs of tension. As Sandra started working on Brenda’s shoulders Donna took a bar of soap and began to wash Brenda’s front. Donna was kneeling in front of Brenda as she soaped up her hands and then applied the soap to Brenda’s chest. First she took that soap and worked up Brenda right arm. She took great care in using a combination of soap, wash cloth and her hands in exacting a complete washing of Brenda’s right arm and hand. Sandra washed the soap off at Donna’s request. Donna did the same thing to Brenda’s left arm and hand. At that point Sandra told Brenda to be prepared to place the wash cloth over her eyes while she rinsed her hair. As everything else had been to that point great care was taken in assuring all soap was removed from Brenda’s hair. Sandra told Brenda she was applying a hair rinse. Once again, exactly as she had shampooed Brenda, Sandra applied and rubbing in the hair rinse to her hair. The second massage was equal to the first and Brenda found this to be equally as relaxing as well. Brenda had been feeling sexually aroused by the attention of the women from the first time she saw them. At this point she was very aroused. She said nothing, however, but allowed herself to enjoy it to its fullest.

As Sandra was rinsing Brenda’s hair Donna began to soap Brenda’s chest and stomach. As before, Donna paid very close attention to cleaning Brenda’s entire front, breasts, stomach and arm pits. Brenda found herself become ever more aroused. Donna placed aside the wash cloth, took the soap in her hand and ran the soap and her hands over Brenda’s breasts. Donna gently squeezed Brenda’s breasts and then pushed her hands up on Brenda’s chest, around to her underarms and then in a sweeping motion brought both hands down her sides and then back up over her stomach to her breasts again. The motions and sensations that Donna created were as erotic as any Brenda had ever felt. She felt herself shiver under Donna’s touch a little more each time Donna’s hands ran over her body. Brenda looked up into Donna’s face but could not tell how much Donna was enjoying this, she gave no appearance one way or the other. The sensations were so wonderful Brenda lost herself in the feelings. Brenda opened her eyes just in time to notice Donna nod to Sandra. Sandra cleaned all the soap from Brenda’s body. Where ever Sandra directed the water Donna followed using her hands to help clean off the soap. As they cleaned off Brenda’s front she felt Donna pinch her nipples lightly as she ran her hands over her breasts.

Just at about that point I entered the bathroom and went to the foot of the tub so I could watch the proceedings. I immediately took off the bath robe I was wearing and stood naked before Brenda. In watching these women work on Brenda, almost oblivious to my presence, my cock became erect almost immediately. Brenda fixed her eyes upon my erect cock. I smiled at her and she then blushed when she knew I had noticed her stare. Donna asked me if they should proceed and I told her to do so. Sandra wrapped her arms around Brenda from behind and under Brenda’s arms. Her hands were directly over Brenda’s breasts but did not clutch them. She instructed Brenda to grasp the handle next to her right hand to steady herself and then lift her to an upright position. Sandra pulled down an harness sort of device to hold Brenda upright and secured it. It wrapped around her chest and back and upward from under her arms where the support widened greatly. Sandra suggested that even though she was securely fastened, Brenda should still hold onto the strap which was still attached to her right wrist for steadiness. Donna now wrapped her arms around Brenda, her legs bent at the knees, and helped Brenda to her feet while Sandra tightened the harness. While she was holding Brenda, Donna took the opportunity to kiss Brenda on her neck. Donna’s breasts were firmly pressed against Brenda’s and Donna acted upon her own feelings. When the harness was in place and Sandra said it was all right to let go, Donna did not let go immediately. With a smile on her face Donna kissed Brenda full upon her lips and allowed her tongue to probe Brenda. The kiss did not last long but its effect was immediate and pronounced for both women. Donna let go and looked back at me. I nodded my approval. Brenda looked down and saw that the harness had lifted her just enough so her legs, though not straightened out, we resting upon her feet and bent outward at the knees. She also noticed that her feet were tied with about two feet of separation between them. Brenda looked back over her shoulder at Sandra and then back at Donna in front of her. She asked about the ankle ties as they seemed entirely unnecessary. I told her everything had a purpose and in due time she would understand it all.

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Three in the morning, driving on a two lane road that snakes through the mountains is not my idea of a good time. My experience at the airport has done nothing to improve my mood and this is making the beginning of my vacation a bit trying.

I know as I pull into town that you will be waiting for me. I called an hour ago to let you know I was on my way. You have not seen me in quite some time and the things that I have ordered you to do were going to be difficult. My instructions on the phone had been clear. Check me into my cabin, wait until it is dark and then turn on all the lights. You will then remove all of your clothing and put on the special collar and the white flowing skirt. Next, according to my instructions, you are to make sure all of the window shades are up, so that anyone walking by could look in and see you.

Colorado is more beautiful than I expected, and I instantly see why you enjoy living here. I was quite startled as I drove through the down town area and found myself having to stop as several large elk, lazily stepped off the curb in front of the shops and slowly made their way to greener pastures. Hmmm small town… I instantly understand why you find it hard to find people to play with.

I am almost to the cabin, if you have followed the remainder of my directions I should find you kneeling in front of the fireplace, bare breasted, blindfolded and the large two tone cock nestled between your legs keeping you stimulated.

I doubt that you can hear my car door, but even if you can you cannot be sure that it is me. What if it is someone else? Surely leaving the door unlocked so your Master can get in wouldn’t Kartal Fetiş Escort result in some stranger helping him or herself to that which is on display?

I look in the window and see that you have complied exactly as I ordered. My mountain dew is waiting next to the riding crop, and you are exactly as I ordered. You will be both rewarded and punished.

I open the door as quietly as I can, and I see you stiffen. I say nothing. Just my presence in the room. You have no way of knowing that it is me. I step lightly around the room and retrieve the crop. I move directly behind you and feel your tits in my hand, weighing them, making small circles around the nipples with my thumb. My hands are cold and unfamiliar. You shutter and your nipples get very hard.

I pull from my pocket a set of clamps and attach them one by one to your nipples. I then give the chain a little tug and move you forward a bit. This makes you sexy ass available to me, and moves the skirt enough that I can see the dildo still wedged in your dripping sex.

My hand runs down your back and across your ass and flicks the base of the shaft. You moan and I can see the lubrication. I take the crop and I slap lightly and playfully at you butt, and then with a bit more intensity. You take each stroke with perfect submissiveness.

I am getting excited from playing with you and I feel I should not deny myself further. I move around to the front of you and push you back onto your heels. I unzip my black Dockers and pull my ever stiffing cock out and push it to your lips. You respond well and soon I am working not to fall down and not to Kartal Gecelik Escort orgasm. I don’t wish for this to be over so soon.

After a couple of close calls, I remove myself from you and you whimper a little. For your begging you receive a couple of slaps to the inside of your thighs and you are silent again.

I pull the chain attached between your breasts and move you into a new position. This has to effects, one of which is to make you completely exposed to me and the second is the fake cock you had been riding to fall out. I pick it up and push it to your lips. You hesitantly lick the head and I force it into your mouth, you suck tentatively and after a few moments I remove it and set it to the side.

I rummage in a nearby bag and remove a vibrator. I set it on low and I start working it down your body, first setting the clamps a buzz and then lower until I watch you dance as my fingers and the vibrator make you thrust your hips up to increase the pressure. I resist chuckling and move it away. Teasing you is such fun.

I move the vibrator back and it only takes a few moments until I see you start to tense your body. I watch as the first wave of orgasm crashes over you, and I see you shutter and hear you moan.

Then I do something I normally do not do. I slip a condom over my cock and slide into you. Instantly you tense up. It is not the normal and you reach to move your blindfold, but I pin your hands. Still no words are spoken.

I push deep inside you and hold myself there savoring your tightness. Then without warning I start thrusting like a mad man. I use my teeth and yank on Kartal Genç Escort your clamps.

You yelp and try to move with me, but this rhythm is completely abnormal… I see you breathing is getting shallower and I can tell you are concerned. Where you may have once been sure it was me, you no longer are. It has been to long since we were last together; you can no longer be sure.

You open your mouth and start to say something and I pull out completely. You stop, unsure of what to do. I yank of the rubber and reinsert myself into you. Still you can’t be sure, your mind is spinning as I bring myself ever closer to climax. The stimulation is putting you over the edge and the fear that it might not be me is the last thing you need to bring you off loudly.

Your orgasm sends me into mine and I spurt shot after shot up into you. It has been a while for me as well and I cum quite a lot. I see you relax, and I feel the need to do at least one more thing to put you off your senses. I move slowly down and lick your lips. I slide my tongue over you hidden button and you gasp. This is something I have never done and you cannot imagine me doing. I slide my tongue deep inside you and the salty taste makes me gag a little. I take a couple more laps and then stand up quickly and bolt for the door. You hear it open rapidly left wide and you hear my voice say “Hey who the hell are you” Loudly. You rip off you blindfold to see me standing in the doorway.

I look down at you, clamped and cum soaked. “Who was that butterfly?” I question as seriously as I can muster.

She looks up at me, relieved, smiles and says, “Its not my place to say Master, but You might wish to zip up your fly.”

I laugh as I move in and hug her and lead her off to bed.

I couldn’t resist trying my hand a second time. My butterfly gives me so many ideas and things to write about…

I may just have to continue. All comments are welcome.

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This is a story someone told me that may have come from several people down the line. I cannot vouch for its authenticity.

~ Krystal

*****

Sandi worked part-time as a transvestite callgurl for an agency. Her boss was a generic female named Rita, who was the one that sent Sandi on her various assignments. Most were men from out of town in hotels looking for a walk on the wild side and an occasional fellow crossdresser, tired of trawling through the online ads and looking for a quick hookup.

On one evening in March, Sandi received a text from Rita that read:

See a M/F couple!!, “Porsche and Tony” at their hotel room. She’s in charge.

Bring your Viagra, she wants to see you get hard. I want details.

Rita included the hotel and room number, and Sandi was on her way to meet the new clients. This is the story she told:

Twenty minutes after the text I knocked on the door to room 358 and was greeted by a small genetic woman whose thick blond hair flowed several inches down her back. Although, I wouldn’t have picked the name “Porsche” as a pseudonym, she was an attractive woman in her mid-twenties. She stood about five foot two, with large green eyes, a slender frame and small yet well-rounded breasts. She was dressed casually in slacks, a top that showed a nice glimpse of her shoulders and pointy toe flats. Again, not how I’d picture someone in this kind of setup to dress, but then I’ve never been in something like this before.

“Hi, you must be Sandi,” she said pleasantly as she ushered me into the room. A small round table held a nice selection of alcoholic beverages, mixers and clean tumblers. “Can I offer you anything, Sandi?”

Even with the promise Kartal Öğrenci Escort of a potentially pleasant scenario, I turned the drink down, hoping to move things along. She had me remove my skirt and panties, then sit on the on the end of one of the twin beds. My gurl clitty stood nicely at attention ready for whatever came its way. Porsche sat in a chair facing the bed, remaining completely clothed. She smiled, before she called, “Tony. We’re ready.”

A man, nearly a full foot taller than Porsche, came in from the bathroom. He was completely naked, but his penis dangled semi-rigid. He said nothing, but nodded his head to acknowledge my presence.

Crossing her legs in a ladylike pose, Porsche took a sip of a light-brown liqueur and began to direct, “OK, Tony, start sucking Sandi’s cock, you fucking faggot.”

Tony positioned himself in front of me and surrounded my genitalia between his lips. He was obviously inexperienced, but was attempting to do a decent job.

“Is he giving you an adequate blowjob, Sandi,” she asked, as she sipped a glass of Smirnoff and soda on the rocks.

“I’m enjoying it,” I replied, trying to act as if I was into it.

“No, Sandi, be honest. Is Tony any good at sucking cock? You and I both know how to give head. He’s terrible.”

“He could use some pointers,” I said diplomatically. “He needs to go in regular motions, use his tongue at the tip more and stimulate my scrotum with his figures.”

“See that, asshole. You’re a failure, even at something as simple as a blowjob. Sandi, you should see this pathetic loser try to work my v-jay. He’s worthless.”

For some reason, I felt the need to defend Tony. “With Kartal Çıtır Escort practice, he’d be all right.”

Addressing herself directly toward Tony, Porsche’s voice raised in volume, “Forget it, you useless dolt. If you aren’t putting in the effort, there’s no point in bothering Sandi with your incompetence. Get on your knees. Sandi can just corn-hole you. That doesn’t require much skill. You can just be a goddamn worthless male slut and take in up the ass.”

Tony, without saying a word, straddled the edge of the bed and spread his legs apart. Porsche handed me a half-full container of Vaseline that I used to lubricate his rectum. I applied a condom and entered him. His hips bucked slightly as he adjusted to the intrusion, and I began to rock back and forth inside him. I was thankful for the effects of the Viagra I’d taken prior to coming here, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to stay hard under these working conditions.

From her chair, she called out, “Hey, fairy-boy, don’t just lay there like a retarded lump. Move your fucking hips. Do something to keep Sandi from falling asleep.”

Tony began to grind his tush in rhythm with my pushing and grabbed the mattress with both hands. In the meantime, Porsche had pulled out her cell phone and began to take pictures of him being sodomized. With each shot, she showed the results to Tony. “You like these? How about if I let them leak out to your friends and family? How would you feel?”

I hoped there was no one in the room next door to hear her through the walls. Tony remained completely silent.

She turned to me and in a calm, voice said, “You can cum in his pansy ass whenever you want.”

I pushed Kartal Elit Escort harder and with more speed. Already preoccupied by thoughts of things going on in my own life, I wanted this to be over. At last, I shot my wad into Tony’s posterior. At Porsche’s command, I empty the contents of the condom onto her upper buttocks, and she took more photos. He stood, without wiping as my spunk ran down to his legs.

“Well, thank her for riding you like the stupid indiscriminate bitch that you are.”

Tony kissed me full on the lips, but there was poorly passion on either of our parts. Two more shots were recorded on her cell phone.

Turning to leave, I was stopped by Porsche, as she tossed Tony his wallet. “What, no tip, you cheap bastard?”

Tony opened the wallet and pulled out a twenty. Porsche tore the wallet from his hand, “Do you think $20 will cut it for what Sandi had to put up with?” She removed five hundred-dollar bills and handed them to me. For the first time, I noted a look of resistance on Tony’s face. “Oh, you don’t like that amount? How about another hundred? It’s still way cheaper than what it could cost you, cocksucker.” She hurled the wallet back at Tony. He removed another bill and begrudgingly handed it to me. He looked nearly ready to cry as he handed me the money.

Porsche smiled pleasantly at me and thanked me for my time, as I made a welcomed exit. My cell phone signaled an incoming text as I walked down the hall. Another job from Rita:

Hey, gurlfriend Xperience, got a Tom – wants an ATM. That means

Ass-to-Mouth, LO-fucking-L. You’re in luck – your ass, his mouth, then he

uses your cum catcher to finish off. Be sure to snowball – NO SHIT! Kisses

After reading the text, I turned to look down the hallway toward room 358. I spotted a muscular black male, dressed in a dark netted tank top and tight shorts knock on the door. I turned to walk away as I heard Porsche’s voice, “Hi, you must be Terrance.”

~ The End ~

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(Futa on male, futa on female, oral, anal, bondage, cuckold)

Standing in front of the master bedroom’s door, I realize it is times like this that are the sole reason the middle-aged couple hired me. I’m a mediocre cook, only passable at cleaning, barely have the patience to tutor the youngest child and am not pretty enough to be a trophy hire, but there is one thing I do that the other maids can’t.

I turn and look into hallway mirror, making sure I’m looking my best. A mistress in a maid’s uniform, I know the impression is half the performance. White thigh highs, five inch stiletto heels and a low cut top only matched by the hemline so high my cock is swinging below it. Satisfied that I’m putting forward the proper image, I open the door and walk in confidently.

“Good evening,” I say, tinging my words with malice. I’ve never been the kind of domme to force the terminology of submission on my submissives nor do I waste much time on formality.

Both the husband and wife look towards me from their bed, apprehension and unease on their faces. Even after months, they haven’t quite gotten comfortable with their roles and rarely react to my presence quickly. I don’t give them the time to figure out either, quickly grabbing the wife by her long blonde tresses and yanking her towards me, head-first, “Get over here, you goddamned slut,” my voice a harsh bark to back up my actions.

I stare her husband in the eye as I pull her head back, squeeze her cheeks to force her mouth open and kiss her deeply, lewd slurping noises filling the room when our tongues intertwine. I can feel his jealousy and it nourishes me, even as I reach into the pockets of my uniform and produce a set of handcuffs. I let go of her cheeks and pull her hands down behind her back, snapping the cuffs into place and completing her restraint. My hand reaches elsewhere and grabs a hold of her titflesh, mauling the sensitive globe before forcefully pulling it from its confines in her nightgown.

She moans into my mouth and in response I slap her, hard. “Fucking whore!” I yell at her before jamming my tongue back into her mouth. The husband stirs, vacillating between wanting to intercede and being frozen by my glare. I instinctively know to back away at this point; I’ve enough experience at this to know when I’m close to overplaying my hand.

I let my tongue slide from the wife’s mouth, licking her lips as I break the one-sided kiss and massaging her single exposed breast in my hand before I push her down, face-first, onto the bed. I keep my eyes on the husband as I explore her curves with my hands, starting from her slender shoulders and ending at her ample hips. It’s then I dig in with my fingers and pull her back to the edge of the bed, then raise the nightgown up over her waist and slide her panties down her legs and from around her feet.

“You married a fucking whore, you know that? I bet you couldn’t count the guys that have run through this bitch and you still put a ring on her.”

Grasping her panties in my hand, I press them to my nose and inhale and then lick my lips for the husband’s benefit. His cock throbs at the sight of me sniffing his wife’s panties and I get another deep breath before balling them up in my hand. I grab her hair once more, pulling on it hard enough to force a cry of pain out and take the opportunity to stuff the panties in her mouth. She looks up at me, fear on her face, before I throw her head down onto the bed and drive her legs apart, rubbing my dick against her meaty cunt lips. I give one last look at her husband.

Then I thrust forward and make a cuckold of him.

“Oh fuck yeah, this is some good pussy you got here…”

The wife moans into her make-shift gag and I press deeper, forcing her to stretch to accommodate my size. The squish of her juices is loud enough the husband can hear and I see his cock wag up and down as the sound reaches his ears. Pulling my cock out slowly, I let her cunt lips stretch around the head of my prick before it pistons back into her, letting her scream and moan and cry. I drive harder this time, trying to get the last few inches into her, but it’s to no avail.

Instead I begin a steady pounding, keeping my hand on the back of her head, forcing her face into the sheets as I put my back into fucking her like a ten dollar whore. My thrusts send ripples through her body – especially her big, pale ass – the juicy sounds of pussy cream being speared joined by the sharp slap of flesh on flesh. The wife has a nice sluthole on her – not tight enough and definitely not deep enough, but still plenty good for a nice hatefuck – and I spend the next few minutes focused on enjoying her. Every few thrusts I give her ass a hard slap with my free hand, until there is a hand-sized, dull red blotch on her cheek.

“Want me to stop? Huh, bitch? No? Of course you wouldn’t, you fucking slut,” I pull Kartal Esmer Escort her head up and slap her again, “Worthless pieces of fuckmeat always want dick, don’t they?”

She whimpers through her panties while looking up at me, tears running down her face, but an expression of unadulterated lust in her eyes. I cruelly take hold of one of her nipples, first twisting it a full three hundred and sixty degrees then pulling it away from her body, lifting her breast upward in the process. The wife continues whimpering, taking a higher pitch as I first grab her nipple, then transitioning into an outright scream when I wrench it forward.

When I hear her make that noise, it causes my balls to surge with a huge load of cum.

I look back to her husband one more time, staring at him while I pummel his wife’s cunt, the one she swore to give to him and him alone. My eyes are heavy-lidded, my lip is quivering and I’m slamming into her body like a head-on collision at eighty miles an hour. The wife’s exclamations have taken the pathetic character of a sort of half-sobbing, half-sniveling yet I drill her mercilessly. The husband knows what’s coming and he’s powerless to stop it under the influence of my gaze.

But I decide to flip the script and yank my cock out of her sloppy mess of a cunt with a loud slurp. Then I rise up on the bed and pull her to her knees by her hair. I spit right on her face and slap her with my dick before reaching into her mouth and roughly pulling her panties out, throwing them across the room onto her husband’s chest. With one parting slap, I finally push her mouth under my balls, “Lick me! Get your tongue on this pussy!”

She extends her tongue gingerly, her first licks tepid, weak little strokes of the tip of her tongue, so I pull her face away, spit on her again and scream at her, “I said fucking lick, not tickle! Get your fucking mouth into gear, you whore, and do your fucking job!”

Her mouth opens and she pushes her tongue as far out as it can go. Satisfied, I grab her head with both hands and haul her face back under my pussy, pushing the folds of my pussy onto her tongue, “Come on you filthy slut, tongue it.”

The wife laps at my pussy like a thirsty dog but it isn’t enough for me. I ball my hands in her hair and grind my sex against her open mouth, cooing softly as her face darkens from being denied oxygen to breath. She changes her method in response, slipping her tongue deep and rolling it back in a “come hither” motion. A wet smack sounds every time her tongue leaves my juicy pussy and her lips attempt to breakaway. It sounds a lot like she’s making out with my honey pot, which I think is sexy and let her know it: “Mmmm yeah… eat it, eat that pussy whore. Get your tongue deep in there…. mmm… that’s it. At your mouth is good for something other than sucking cock.”

I look toward her husband, “Maybe hubby wants a taste?”

He makes a whiny, non-committal noise and I laugh briefly at his expense before his wife’s tongue slides along a particularly erogenous spot in my pussy. I grit my teeth and hiss, throwing my head back and continuing to grind against her mouth for a few more seconds before letting go of her hair and stepping back.

She looks like an absolute mess. Her face is an absolute mess of wetness, smeared about her lips, cheeks and chin, with shiny rivulets leading down her neck to her chest. Her hair has that matted, disheveled look that typically accompanies rough sex. Her skin is bright red with exertion, while her chest is visibly heaving thanks to her heavy breathing and her eyes are glassy with satisfied lust. I put my palm on her face and push her aside, walking across the bed to her husband.

He’s panting like a dog and so I treat him like one. My first action is to get between his legs, spitting on my thick nine inches of girlmeat before letting it flop against his member, only a bit over half my size. He opens his mouth to say something, but my hand covers it in a flash, pushing him flat on his back as I grab his wrists, “No. No talking,” I order him sternly before removing my hand.

The husband nods and, satisfied he will not disobey, I let go of his mouth and reach into my maid’s uniform for the second set of handcuffs, briskly locking his wrists to the bedpost. He tries to pull them away and the cuffs clang against the heavy iron while I smile wickedly. I run my fingers along his jawline, admiring his handsome features before calling for his wife, “Get over here whore!”

His wife approaches on her hands and knees, with the sort of slow meekness one might expect from a child anticipating a punishment. That actually isn’t terribly far off the mark and I grab the back of her neck, “Suck your husband’s cock. Don’t stop until I say,” leavening my words with implied threat.

She takes to my orders with eagerness born of fear, grabbing the Kartal Eve Gelen Escort base of his dick and bobbing her head up and down rapidly. I watch her for a few seconds, stroking my own cock at the same time before getting down to the business at hand. Using my knees, I force her husband’s legs apart, rubbing the head of my cock against his tight, heavy balls. He groans, but cuts it off sharply when I look up at him, remembering my words and not wanting to risk my wrath. I reach to his nipple and give it a painful twist anyway, just to remind him I’m in charge and he strains to stay silent, especially when I twist harder.

But he’s good at obeying and so I go back to my original exercise, moving the head of my cock down from his balls, slowly across the perineum and finally to his super-tight hole. I slowly rub myself in circles around his ass, smearing precum all over to help ease my way in. I could feel him tense up as he felt my stiff prick preparing him for a rough ride, his body squirming away. I run a gentle hand through the top of his crew-cut black hair to calm him. But I juxtapose this act of tenderness with one of brutality when I reach down to grab his wife by her golden locks and cruelly mash her mouth down, his dick bulging her throat out as it blows past her tongue. I hold her down for a few seconds and then let her pull back, only to slam her back down again. Her husband breaks discipline with an unrepressed bellow, “Oh, fuck!” as his wife’s lips engulf his full length again. She chokes and gags, attempting to pull away, but I keep a firm grip on her head; she doesn’t get much more than an inch or two before I press her back down, which must feel absolutely amazing to her husband.

“Don’t run from it bitch; you know you’re a cocksucking whore! Suck his fucking dick, get in there!”

A deep blush on her face, neck and upper shoulders has appeared, caused by asphyxiation. Her mouth is filling with spit, her glassy eyes pouring tears as I make her take his dick to the back of her throat. The sloppy noises caused by her gagging and head bouncing are loud enough to bounce off the walls of their bedroom. The sight and sound of her in such a predicament turns me on to no end and my own wet meat drips with precum while my cunt juices run down the smooth skin of my balls. I could cum just from abusing her like this.

Unfortunately for my orgasm, I know she needs to come up some time before she passes out or throws up. Releasing her hair from my grip, she immediately bounds upwards, gasping and choking, her face a sticky, glistening mess. Spit, precum and tears are all marking their territory on her skin, giving her face a sort of glimmering radiance, a testament to her harlotry. I spit on her forehead to add my own tribute, then slam her face back down, “Get that fucking dick in your mouth and suck it! Don’t make me make you or you’re not going to like it!”

I watch her scramble to stuff the dick between her lips, eager to please; and to avoid punishment. It made me smile and I reached down to caress her backside before laying into her with a hard slap on her wide ass. She moaned around her husband’s length, burying him in her throat with her eyes shut tight.

“Good girl,” I told her cheerfully.

Satisfied the whore was doing as instructed, I returned my attention to her husband, pressing my girlstick into his back door more insistently. He moaned softly and squirmed and I pulled back slightly to spit on my knob, working it in a bit with my hand before pushing again. I went harder and he wiggled out of the way, so I reached down to his balls – wet with his wife’s drool – and took a healthy dollop to lube his asshole with. He wormed around a bit as I moistened his butt, but I paid no mind and, once convinced he was prepared, I finally stabbed myself into him.

It was only the spongy head but he cried out, so I slapped him in the face with the back of my hand. I held only a bit inside, letting him adjust to my fun stick before pushing deeper. Whereas the head was soft and pliable, my shaft was definitely not, and so I gave him something to scream about when I sank the next eight inches up his butt. The husband was tight and hot and felt so good wrapped around me I had to close my eyes and focus to keep from crossing the point of no-return. He hollered, he cried out, he begged, but nothing stopped me as I steadily bore into him.

The only possible relief he had was his wife, still enthusiastically sucking even as he wriggled away from me. I ignored her for the time being, preferring instead to slowly slide back a bit and spit on my shaft again, then push past his taut, quivering entry. He cried out – again – and I slapped him – again – landing a solid blow on his cheek which left an imprint of my hand on his skin. It wasn’t that I was trying to be cruel (well, OK, maybe a little) but I couldn’t permit Kartal Evi Olan Escort disobedience, especially not without consequences.

As I burrowed deep once again, my hands naturally found themselves under his legs and I hefted them onto my shoulders, folding his body in half like a cheap plastic lawn chair. That set me up to really get after him, forcing my full length into him and finally bottoming out in a tight, hot boyhole. From the sound that came out of his mouth, he didn’t really like it, but that wasn’t what was important. I started in on him in earnest, the meat-packing sounding off loud and clear. His wife hadn’t stopped sucking him off, but he must’ve gone partially soft in her mouth because she held her lips around the base.

Even so, he was gritting his teeth and holding his eyes shut tight, making strained breathing noises with every slam of my hips into his backside. His balls were bouncing up and down as I tore his backdoor off its hinges, beads of sweat appearing on both our bodies. Missionary position wasn’t too bad for this sort of work, especially since it allowed me to see the pained look on his face. It’s a huge turn-on to turn a guy out.

“You like that, don’t you little sissy? Too bad I’m gonna dry out soon… then it’s gonna really hurt,” it was a leading statement and he knew it, but whimpered anyway, “I suppose I could use your wife’s drool to get you wet –”

“YES! DO IT!” he cried out, deciding to break my rules before I broke his ass.

“Mmmm… I dunno, you’re – nnnngh! – ass is pretty nice… so tight and so – unf! – hot! I can’t just stop – mmmyeah – on a dime in something this good… hhhnnngh! You’re gonna have to – mmmm – beg me, like a good boy.”

“Please! It hurts so much!”

“You can beg better than that…”

His face contorted into an expression I couldn’t quite read and he let loose animalistic cry. I pulled back gingerly. I didn’t want to risk seriously hurting him for real and wiped some spit off his wife’s face in a clandestine fashion, hastily applying it to the length of my shaft that was outside him before I resumed. Fortunately, he didn’t notice, his scream giving way to a low whimper, “I’m begging you, please, please, please, spit on it, I can’t take any more…”

I audibly spit again, this time spreading it around his hole, still keeping a deliberate pace with my re-entry. His butthole was clenched up tight and I could feel it squeezing on every inch. I spit on it again, then put my hips back into it, lifting his leg that had fallen back onto my shoulder. My balls were churning and the home stretch was in sight.

“Do you wanna feel me cum?”

“Yes!”

“Where? Do you want it up your – mmmf! – butt like a good little sissy boy?” Or – nnnghf! – do you want it – unnngh! – all over your face like a slut? Maybe you’d like if – unnnf! – pulled right out and sprayed it on your – hnnngh! – whore wife instead?”

“My ass, please, cum in my ass!”

I smiled. His wife’s head was back to bobbing up and down. Apparently being ruthless stretched and told his wife was a prostitute gave the husband’s dick the encouragement it needed to get fully hard while he was being sodomized. I only cared insofar as it gave his wife’s mouth something to do while I had my fun. And on that note, I leaned over, putting my hands on his shoulders, with his legs pressed against my chest .

I threw my full body into pummeling his hole, withdrawing mentally into the zone where only my pleasure matters; I couldn’t hear his cries, feel his feeble attempt to hold me back nor see his face in agony. It was all me and the sensation of plundering the body under me like a pirate on unpatrolled seas. My girlstick thickened, my balls grew into tight orbs and my breathing became ragged. I dug my nails into his shoulders. My hips smacked into his wife’s head.

Finally, I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, throwing everything into using my cock like a piston until I hilted in his ass and he squeezed tight on my base. The cum didn’t immediately shoot, my orgasm first jolted through my body like a lightning strike, and I screamed. A few heartbeats later the massive load of nut-honey I’d been building up burst off inside him, drowning his guts and spilling from around the edges, running down his ass is stark white rivulets. I pulled back and thrust forward one more time, a second series of cumshots dribbling out weakly as my length began to retract on its own.

I opened my eyes slowly and raised up. His wife’s mouth was still working, even though her lips were coated in his cum. Judging from the fact that it was dripping from her nose as well, I guessed he’d cum something fierce and she’d been too slow to swallow it all.

My dick slipped out on its own, wilted down to its usual seven inch flaccid length and I stood on my knees, fishing the key to the cuffs from my pocket and undoing the wife’s restraints. The husband was still breathing heavily with his head laid to one side; I wasn’t sure he wasn’t asleep. At any rate, my work here was done and I backed off the bed, grabbing a moist-wipe to clean myself off before straightening out my maid’s uniform and walking out the room.

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Darling Nikki Pt. 02

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Chapter 1 – The Morning After

The next day, Nick awoke thinking it was just a really messed up dream. When he got out of bed and found that Samantha had unlocked and removed the dress, panties and shoes, but everything else was still on, he was pulled right back to reality. He looked in the mirror on his wall and saw that he was standing there in a very tight and rigid, pink and white, vinyl bustier with garters holding up some very girly white seemed stockings with pink bows at the top. He saw the silouette of a 20-something girl looking back at him, all except his hair. It was almost enough to start getting him in the mood when last night’s little escapades came rushing back to him.

“Oh shit.” Nick thought immediately. “what the hell happened last night, and why didn’t Sam get me out of this stuff before bed?” He looked around for his robe but couldn’t find it, he put on a pair of boxers, pants and a t-shirt over his sexy lingerie, in case Samantha had not remembered anything from the previous night. as he walked into the kitchen, he found that he was wrong… OH so wrong.

“What the hell are you wearing?!?” Sam asked “I paid a lot of money to have you wear that dress and damn it, you WILL wear it. Don’t think just because I took your dress and panties off of you last night that you can dress as you please! I did it so you could pee during the night and not get it all over your new latex panties. I will say that I like the fact that you have,what look like boobs under your shirt, and that you are thinner than before, that bustier was well worth the money. I also like the fact that you still know what you are.” She added, as she tapped her throat. Nick knew what that meant, he still had the choker on that said “Sam’s Slut” across it.

Nick heard a few snickers from the other side of the kitchen, Kim and Jess were cooking breakfast and remained quiet during the entire encounter. “Doesn’t he have heels too, Sam?” Kim asked. “I’m jealous because his legs and ass were so damn cute with those on.”

“Make sure you don’t get anyhting on the dress either, Nikki” Jess added. “would be a shame to have you ruin our fun before it really started.”

Nick knew he was trapped, there was no way out of this situation, but maybe he could convince them to at least let him out for a little bit. “Sam, don’t you think I should at least have a shower? I would hate to ruin your fun”

Sam thought about this for a minute, then finally said, “you are right, you should be able to get cleaned up before the big day we have in store for you. Bring me every stitch of manly clothes you have and put them in the living room.”

“But…” Nick started.

“Go, bitch! I’m not repeating myself!” Sam bellowed.

“Ok.” Nick saw his chances for escape dwindling away, he brought out all of the drawers from his bureau and dumped them in a pile on the floor and returned the drawer. Next he took all of the hangers in the closet and placed them on the pile. Finally, he took off the clothes that he was wearing and put on the panties from last night to hide his now hardening cock. He then put those on top of that pile of clothes and stood there waiting for Samantha’s approval.

“Is that all of them?” Samantha asked as if he were 5 years old and in trouble.

“Y-yes, ma’am” the defeated sissy replied.

“Good Girl. I’m sure the Salvation Army or Goodwill will love your donation.” Sam said with a smile.

“What about my work clothes?” Nick blurted, “Those are in that pile too!”

“Don’t you worry about that, sweetie. We’ll get rid of those nasty boy clothes for you… and get some nice blouses and skirts for work.” Jess replied with a devilish grin on her face.

“I guess you still don’t realize, you aren’t a man anymore.” Kim said, “not that you were much of a man before, but at least now, you’ll have a reason to wear panties all day long.”

“Oh that reminds me, Nikki” Sam added, “If you get fired because of the way you dress, Kim has a friend with Civil Liberties. He’ll not only get your job back, you may get a raise out of it… so be bold!”

“This can’t be happening.” Nick said as a mascara stained tear ran down his face. “I like being a guy, I watch sports, and play racquet ball, and drink Kartal Anal Escort beer!”

“Thanks for the tip! we’ll have to pick up some sports bras and skirts for you too.” Sam said jotting it down “but the beer will have to change to wine, or mixed drinks. Beer is yucky and has too many carbs for a girl like you.”

Chapter 2 – Planning For What’s Ahead

Just then Sam got up and grabbed Nikki by the arm and led him to his room. “All of this will have to change too, this is too masculine to be your room. You’ll have to get a new bed too, that twin size isn’t going to be big enough if you expect your boyfriends to come over.” also, a nice, fresh coat of paint. that would really make this room sparkle!”

“BOYFRIENDS?!? What the… Why are you doing this to me? I’ve said I was sorry and that I’ll pay you back, please can’t I just do that and go back to the way things were?” Nick cried.

“I’m afraid that’s no longer your choice, Nikki.” Sam turned to her new sissy slave. “Don’t you remember what you did last night? You said that your life was nothing compared to this. You wanted this so badly, even after Jessica tried to make you think it over. Jess showed you the pills that she took for months and months to get her body to where it is right now. You just gobbled 3 of them down before she could tell you what they were, then you looked deep into my eyes and said that you were proud to be my little sissy slut.”

“I really don’t remember any of that, and I’m afraid to ask this now, but what were those pills?” Nikki asked.

“Hormones! you took a 3-day supply of them at once, so if you start feeling like crying uncontrollably or your nipples get tender that’s why.” Sam stated almost laughing.

Almost as if it were on queue, Nikki started to sob, uncontrollably. Blackened by the mascara, his tears streamed down his face, and onto the pink latex of the bustier he was wearing. “I-I-I don’t remember that.”

“Well it’s a good thing I took lots of pictures then huh?” Sam said with a smile, as she pulled a flash drive out of her pocket and waved it in front of him. “Everything that happened last night is on this. C’mon, I’ll show you.” Sam grabbed his hand again and pulled him to her bedroom where her laptop computer was.

There were enough pictures to paint a vivid picture in his memory. Posing with Jessica’s cock in his mouth smeared with lipstick. There was one with a beer bottle in Nikki’s ass and Kim laughing at him. Also, there was one with him laying on the couch passed out in his entire costume on, his dress pulled up, his left hand on his dick and his right thumb in his mouth. He had cum all over his face, he could see it very clearly in the pictures.

“Shit…” he said finally. “There has to be something I can do to get these pictures back from you and to make everything good again between us.”

“Everything is fine with me. You decided yesterday that you wanted to be my little sissy slut, and I’m going to hold you to it!” Sam replied. “Jess called an old friend of her’s to come over and help you adjust better. I said that I could handle it. You aren’t going to make me a liar are you? Because by the way she explained, he doesn’t spank you like a normal sissy’s training, he fucks you until you beg for him to just beat the hell out of you. By the way you were acting last night with that beer bottle in your ass, I’m betting that’s about the only thing that’s ever been up there, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes… I’m not gay, I don’t know why I would do such a thing.” Nikki said, fighting back tears.

“HA HA HA! Not gay?!? Are you shitting me?” Sam said, very amused. “From what Jessica said last night, she’s never had such a good blowjob. Why don’t we refresh your memory a little.” as she walked to her bedroom door. “Girls! Could I get a little help in here?”

“Sure, no problem!” was the synchronized response from Kim and Jessica.

Sam reached under the four corners of her bed and produced a length of rope that Nikki could only imagine was tied securely to the frame of the bed. The other two girls entered the room and forced Nikki on his back with his arms and legs in spread eagle fashion. Sam securely tied Nikki’s limbs one by one to the ropes, as she Kartal Yaşlı Escort explained; “I love to tie up my men for sex, the less they can move, the better. Jess, put that pillow under his head, there you go… have fun, sweetie.”

Just as Nikki was understanding what was really going on, he began to fight the ropes. “P-P-Please!! Don’t do this! I’m not gay!”

“Bullshit you little sissy bitch!” Jessica hissed, as she climbed up onto his chest and pulled her 8″ cock out of her lacy red panties and slapped him on the face with it. Kim and Sam were laughing hystarically because he again was helpless and about to suck a fat cock.

“Give it to him Jess, make him remember what he did last night.” Kim said with a devilish grin on her face.

Jessica rubbed his lips with the head of her massive member but he wouldn’t open his mouth. “You’d better just open up and take your medicine, you’d hate if Charlie had to come over and have his way with you. You’d BEG for my cock then. He’s at least 11″ and isn’t gentle with it.”

A single tear rolled down his cheek again as he reluctantly opened his mouth to accept the monster that was waiting there. Just as he opened Jessica rammed her cock to the back of his mouth and made him gag a little. She didn’t back down though, she started thrusting her hips and held the back of his head as she fucked his face again. Moans of sheer delight and pleasure escaped Jessica’s mouth as she looked down between her 36C breasts at the sissy sucking on her cock.

Just then, Kim noticed something. Nikki’s panties were starting to develop a bulge in the front. “My, my, my. For such a straight man, you sure do have a nice little hard-on growing from sucking that cock. Sam, do you think I could have a little taste of a your little sissy’s clitty?”

“MMM, By all means, hun. I’ll be right there.” Sam said as she walked to her closet and began looking for a something.

As she climbed onto the bed, Kim noticed that she couldn’t pull the latex material down because Nikki’s panties were snapped securely to the frilly vinyl bustier. That didn’t stop her though. She reached in a leg hole and pulled his semi-hard 7″ cock out, and licked the tip. Just as she did, she felt another tongue licking her wet pussy. Samantha was standing directly behind Kim with a double headed strap-on dildo and began to push it into Kim’s moist box. Kim never looked up to see what Sam was doing as she was engulfed on Nikki’s sweet sissy cock.

Sam began to move in rythym to the movements that Jessica was causing. The only sounds that were heard were Jessica moaning with pleasure, as Nikki began to suck harder on the sweet cock that was forced in his mouth. Jessica began to tense up a little, then slowed down as to savor the moment as long as possible. Nikki picked up on these feelings and opened his mouth wide to swirl his tongue around her shaft. Sam was now deep in a rythym fucking Kim. It seemed to be pushing Kim into a deep orgasm, at which point she began to moan while Nikki’s cock was in her mouth. With Kim orgasming, the smell of sex in the air, the sweet smell of Jessica’s musk and pre-cum, and not to mention the fact that Kim was now sucking harder and moaning on his cock, began to push the sissy into a deep and powerful orgasm of his own. Jessica couldnt hold on anymore and shoved her cock deep into Nikki’s throat as Nikki began to scream in ecstacy, causing her to erupt into a volcano of cum into Nikki’s mouth. Nikki had already squirted his sissy juice into the ever waiting mouth of Kim, who was now kissing and sharing it with Sam.

Chapter 3 – New Emotions

Jessica got off of Nikki’s chest and began to kiss him. Tasting her own cum on his lips and tongue and realizing that Nikki was again crying. “What’s wrong Nikki? Didn’t you like the taste of my cum?” Jessica asked in a whisper.

“I… did.” Nikki sobbed. “I really did like it. I thought I was so straight. The idea of sucking dicks never turned me on. What the hell is wrong with me?”

Jess untied his hands and held him tightly against her breasts. “It’s ok, Nikki. It’s the hormones you took last night. They are starting to take effect and it’s making you feel things you never would have before.”

“But Kartal Zenci Escort I don’t want to be a fag.” Nikki replied.

“HA HA, could have fooled me, sissy boi. Judging by the way you are acting, all three pills are kicking in at once. I’m not going to let you take another one today. If you take another one today, tomorrow’s emotions will just be worse. We can’t have our little sissy slave depressed.” Jessica said as she broke the loving embrace and stood up. Nikki’s eyes were glued to her cock. The way it swayed with her body’s every move. He loved it, and already wanted it in his mouth again. Jessica saw this and smiled. “Soon enough sweetie, first we all need to eat breakfast, take showers and get ready, you’ve got some shopping to do today!”

Chapter 4 – Nikki’s New Wardrobe

After breakfast, the four girls cleaned the kitchen and parted ways to get ready for the day ahead. Samantha took Nikki into her bedroom again to get him ready.

“Ok, my little sissy slut,” Samantha began, “We’ve got to figure out what to do with your hair. It’s too short to be anything close to a woman’s sytle, you’ll have to wear a wig until yours grows in.”

“A wig?!” Nikki protested.

“Yes, a wig!” Sam snapped, “I have a few of them in my closet, we’ll see which one fits you the best. From the way it looks, I think you are going to be blonde for a while. Just until your real hair grows in enough to do something with.”

“But what about work? Everyone will…” Nikki was cut off.

“I don’t give a shit about anyone at your work place. You are mine, and you’ll do as I say, or I’ll have Charlie come over and let him fuck you with his big black cock.” Sam bellowed. “If they give you problems at work, you let me know and we’ll take care of it.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Nikki replied, defeated.

“Good girl, now, go online and look up some new shoes. We have to find ones that will fit your feet. Kim and Jess are out picking up some new clothes for you to wear. Oh and by the way, you should know that you wear a size 6 dress, incase you find a cute little sissy dress that you might want. Also, you better not buy any ‘unisex’ clothes. If I see anything that would look normal on a man or a woman, I’m going to call Charlie.”

“What about if I want to go work out?” Nikki inquired.

“That’s simple, a sports bra and an athletic skirt. or just an athletic dress. Adidas and Nike both make really cute ones. You might want to go check those out too.” Sam replied.

“Well… if I want to do free weight training or something like that, my muscles…” Nikki was cut off.

“…won’t grow that big anymore. Those hormones are essentially estrogen, with some improvements. Great for building big boobs, not pecs.” Sam said with a smile. “And if I have my way, you are going to have at least a D-cup. I want you to have a 38-24-36 figure. There’s nothing hotter than a sexy woman with a hard cock. That also reminds me, we have to get you some more bustiers if you are going to have a 24 inch waist.”

“Wait, what?!?” Nikki said, stunned. “I don’t want to change my body into a woman’s body! I like my body! Why don’t I have any say in this?”

Sam turned to her sissy and smiled “Because sweetie, you gave me the best present anyone has ever given me last night… you gave me your body, mind and soul. It’s all on tape too, just incase you forgot that.”

Now completely feeling defeated and embarrassed, Nikki finally knew that there was absolutely no escaping or going back to his original self. The mere thought of watching any type of sports on TV or live in person seemed like a distant dream, the thought of having a guy’s night out was now impossible, unless it was to a gay bar. Instead of reading Maxim and Men’s Health magazines, he’d learn to love Cosmopolitan and Redbook.

With a sigh of defeat and tears rolling down his face, Nikki looked up at Samantha and decided he’d play along, as long as he wouldn’t get hurt, “What kind of make-up would look good on me for work?”

“Let’s not worry about your job for a few days, why don’t you call in and say that you have a family emergency. That should buy you a couple of weeks to get a good start on the transition.” Sam replied.

to be continued…

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A Wife’s Deepest Desire For Control Ch. 02

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This is part 2 of the Mistress_Wife Saga. To fully understand this story I would suggest you read A Wife’s Deepest Desire for Control. I will forewarn you the first installment of this saga is long, and I apologize in advance for the how long it is. I will be doing smaller installments such as this one for those of you wanting to follow the story. I will be adding parts regularly (as long as people give me feedback they want it to continue). This story is based in fact and fantasy, it is intended for adults only. What isn’t fact yet I plan to make fact soon.

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Part – 2

She finished her cigarette and looked at him again. He was still laying there, her husband, her slave. He looked almost comical. He was lying on his back, his arms at his sides, and his cock semi hard in the pink plastic “Curve” that trapped his cock never letting it get fully hard. The “Curve” gave him just enough room to let him get semi hard before it became extremely uncomfortable.

His chest and face was covered with the sticky remains of the 3 black men that had just a short time before used him for their pleasure. She had watched as one of them fucked his ass while the other two had force-fed him their large black meat.

She could see that his beard was literally matted with the leftovers of the semen that hadn’t made its way into his mouth. In fact, there was very little of his front side that wasn’t covered with some sort of leftovers from the sex that she had made him participate in. Even his own cum was pooled on his stomach, he had cum while he was being fucked, no one had even touched his cock, it had almost made her cum watching him lose control like that. He looked pathetic and incredibly sexy at the same time.

“Bath time” she announced getting up from her resting spot, “Get me a soda and get your pussy ass into the bathroom.

When the haze had finally worn off a bit he started feeling cum drying on his skin making the skin over most of his body tighten He could still smell the musk of the men, it .seemed to have seeped into every pore of his skin and it assaulted his nose with every breath. The musk was heavy around him. The smell wasn’t bad, but strong, and a constant reminder of what had happened, his complete submission. He quickly rose and got her a Mountain Dew with plenty of ice just the way she like it and then hurried to the bathroom to get her bath ready. He handed her the drink from which she took a sip and then she motioned to him to run the bath.

“Do I have to tell you everything? Or is it because you are preoccupied thinking about all that big black cock” she taunted him. “I know you liked it, you came from getting fucked in the ass with no one even touching that pathetic little excuse for a thing you call a cock.” She teasingly scolded him, satisfied when she saw a bright blush spread across his face and chest.

She eased herself down into the soothing water. It amazed her how tense her body was. She thought about it and realized that during the entire evening, she hadn’t relaxed; she hadn’t had one moment where her muscles weren’t charged with sexual energy. It was like holding a muscle tight until it gets that dull ache.

“Wash Me Tiny” she instructed him

He slowly began to wash every inch of her body. He wanted to get in the tub as soon as possible so he could also clean himself up. Almost any movement caused the dried cum on his body to pull and crack. He had stolen a glace of himself in the bathroom mirror as he was following her. His face was almost white with the drying cum. In his beard and mustache he had seen large globs of cum, and it was matting his beard badly.

“Get a towel and dry me slut,” she said, breaking him out of his thoughts.

He grabbed a towel, and began to slowly dry her body, GOD she was beautiful he thought. She had perfect features, long blond hair, deep brown eyes, small firm breasts and each one perky with her pink nipples pointing up. Her stomach was completely flat, and led down to a perfect small triangle of dark blond hair closely trimmed. And as she turned for him to dry her back his favorite feature came into view, her ass. She had a perfect playboy ass.

She loved the touch of the towel and his hands against her. And she found herself craving his hands more and more.

”Follow Me,” she said grabbing him by his cock prison leading him into the bedroom.

“I want lotion over every inch of my body” she instructed him pointing to the lotion on her nightstand.

He grabbed the lotion and when he reached the side of the bed he opened Kartal escort bayan the bottle and squirted a small amount on her back. ,

She jumped as the cold white liquid hit her back.

“Damn it” she shouted, “What the hell do you think you are doing?” she exclaimed, raising herself off the bed to tower over him. “That was cold, you faggot, here I’m warm from a tub and you dump that cold shit on my back. I can’t believe you did that, you bitch. Get on your hands and knees, NOW” she barked.

He got on his hands and knees on the bed, knowing that his punishment would be forth coming.

Once he was on his knees, she stood back and looked at him. ,

“Turn your face away,” she told him. “Don’t look at me”

She stood there letting him wonder what his fate would be. What he didn’t know was it wouldn’t have made any difference if he had warmed the lotion, she had something planned, something that would make him squirm. She found herself smiling in spite of herself. She loved this slave, her husband. He had submitted to her, submitted beyond his fantasies and into hers. She wanted to keep the Mistress alive in her; , the passion that her alter ego sparked in her was addictive. And she planned to keep feeding her addiction, she had plans for him, plans for her, and she needed her fix.

He was shocked at the form that the punishment took. He felt something cold pressed against his sore ass; he soon realized it was a piece of ice. He shuddered as the ice slipped past his asshole and was shoved inside his ass.

“Is that cold bitch?” she asked

“Yes Mistress” he whispered

She took another piece of ice and inserted it.

“Is that cold Faggot?” she said again

“Yes Mistress” he said louder than before, as he felt yet another piece of ice shoved quickly in after the last.

“Good you cock sucking whore, maybe next time you will think before you do something like that again” she chided him, inserting a fourth piece of ice into his ass She then took the large butt plug and shoved it into his ass without any warning. “Can’t have you leaking on the bed now can we slut?” “Now, lets try this again,” she said motioning for him to kneel on the bed as she again laid down in front of him. “You might want to warm it up this time tiny, I am sure I can find more room for ice” She said with an evil twinkle in her eyes.

His ass was freezing, he could feel the cold deep inside him, the plug had pushed the ice deep inside him causing it to rest painfully against his prostate, it caused his ass to pulse reflexively around the plug making is seem much bigger than it was. He could swear he could feel each piece of ice melt inside him. He took the lotion and put it in the palm of his hand and began to warm it, and just to be sure it was warm enough he began to vigorously rub his hands together, then tentatively he rubbed the lotion into her soft skin.
“Much better” she sighed as the first of the warm lotion soothed her skin. “That’s how you do it tiny.”

He sighed in relief; his ass was still pulsating against the cold he didn’t want any more ice in his ass and was certain that would be the result if he screwed up again. He enthusiastically started to put lotion on her entire body, thankful for the chance to touch her gorgeous form. She allowed him free rein to touch her anywhere he wanted, but he soon found it torturous to touch her ass, breasts or pussy because his cock became painfully hard and his ass pulsed even more around the plug. But he did have to admit to himself that it was a wonderful torture and quickly decided that he would put up with any pain to be able to get to touch her.

“Bedtime” she announced

He looked at her with shock, surely he would be able to shower before bed, he started to ask, but she began to speak as if she had read his mind, “No you don’t get to shower bitch, you can wear that cum to bed, I like the smell of those cocks on you, and besides you might actually remember to warm the lotion next time.”

He watched as she got up and put on her nightgown and moved to get into bed

”Get your ass in bed faggot, its bedtime she demanded. She almost laughed at the look on his face, she knew he couldn’t believe it, and honestly she didn’t give a shit. She looked down and saw his purple little clit straining to be free “I want to go to bed, so I would suggest you move your cock loving ass, bitch before I put something bigger in it.”

He moved to his side of the bed and quietly got under the covers, he felt her spoon up against him throwing her arm over him, and within minutes he heard the rhythmic sounds of her breathing and knew she had already fallen asleep. It took him much longer to fall asleep, his ass throbbed, and his cock was straining against its prison, but probably the one thing that kept him awake the longest was the scent that was invading his nose, the scent of those black cocks on his face, and he was certain that the memory of those Escort Kartal cock would be the subject of his dreams.

He woke the next morning to find her already out of bed and dressed.

“Get up slut you have things to do,” she instructed him. “You can bathe now, in fact you have one hour to clean up in the bathroom and then you will return to me naked” “Take the plug out and I suggest you soak that ass of yours; I may decide that I want your ass again and I really do not want to worry about the plug getting in the way, besides I WILL NOT put up with you whining because your asshole is sore.” she said and then left the room.

He quickly moved into the bathroom thinking to himself that he would first shower and then run a tub so he could soak for a while. He could still smell those three cocks, as well as the distinctive scent of their combined cum which they had left like marks of ownership across his body. He moved to stand under the warm water of the shower and lathered himself everywhere being sure to get off all the dried cum that was still on his body from the day before. , As he washed his body he found the cum everywhere, on his face, beard, hair and even in both of his ears. He removed the plug from his ass very carefully, he did feel empty after having it in his ass for so long but he was glad to finally feel empty, after the fucking he had taken the day before he was sore and really wanted and needed to let his ass rest for awhile. He quickly plugged the tub so it would start filling and he sighed as he lowered himself into the water, it felt wonderful to finally soak his ass and relax. . He was thankful she had said he didn’t have to wear the plug, but he was also afraid of her statement about having his ass available, but he decided that he would deal with that when he had to, but for now he just enjoyed any break his ass could get.

He lost track of time as he was bathing and when he finally looked at his watch he found he didn’t have much time to get out of the tub and get to his wife, so he kicked it into high gear. He arrived in front of his wife and Mistress on time, but just barely. , As he stood in front of her naked he couldn’t help but be thankful to finally be free of the prison of scents and dried cum that had seemed to mummify him through the night.

“Okay faggot, this is the way the day will go” she began. “First you will not get dressed all day, no matter what. Second, there are some new rules; all of these rules will come into effect any time that I say the word “Submit” to you. Do you understand?” she waited for him to nod and then she continued.

She pulled out a piece of paper and began to read to him.

1.You are only allowed to submit to me.
2.You are to reply to all my commands as either yes maam or no maam.
3.You are not to speak unless spoken to.
4.When you are told to submit there will be no questions, and/or no comments.
5.You will suck and fuck all cocks you are commanded to, NO hesitation.
6.At ALL times you will show EVERY cock how much you love what you are doing.
7.ALL rules and boundaries will be worked out before hand and WILL NOT be discussed with anyone other than your Mistress.
8.If I have you serving anyone other than myself, then you will only submit if
I have approved you to do so, otherwise submit to ONLY my commands.
9.Only I can overrule a command otherwise you are to submit.
10.You are to NEVER look your sexual partner in the eye unless you have beentold to do so.
11.If you have been told to look your sexual partner in the eye, then once youhave done as you are told you will cast your eyes down again.
12.There is absolutely NO Cumming unless I approve it, BEFORE the fact.
13.Only I can add or change these rules in any way.”

He looked at her with a mixture of horror and excitement. The rules were clear. There wasn’t any room for argument or ambiguity. All cocks he thought, fuck and suck, he hadn’t ever imagined she would take it this far. He had half expected her to release him this morning, but he shivered because the look in her eye told him she had just begun.

“Faggot do you have any questions? She asked

“No” he replied quietly.

“Good bitch because there is no way I am changing any of these, so get used to it you little slut. , But I can see from your hard little clit that you like the idea of being my slut, don’t you bitch?” she said chuckling under her breath “ I guess we will see if you feel the same way by the end of the weekend. Now, I have a list of things for you to do, and you will do them with out question, understand?” she said looking him deep in the eyes.

”Yes” he replied, not really sure what to expect anymore.

“Here” she said thrusting the rules and a list into his hands. “But before you start on the list, hang these rules on the bathroom mirror so you can memorize them, because tonight you will have to recite them to me, without error.” She said

After Kartal Rus Escort he had taken the rules and posted them on the mirror, he looked over the list and to his relief they were chores around the house. He started going down the list, and started doing all the things that she had wanted him to do and he had put off for so long, now he had no choice. This wasn’t exactly the type of submission he had in mind but he knew if he called a stop to this, everything would stop.

He worked most of the morning on all the little things that needed to be done. He even began to get used to being naked around the house. He didn’t know where his wife had gotten off to and he thought about it from time to time, but he was soon wrapped up in his own tasks and it felt great to be doing what he considered to be manly things.

He nearly jumped out of his skin, and his concentration was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. He was very thankful that he was back in the master bath replacing the light fixtures instead of fixing the broken outlet in the living room. But he still stopped working, frozen and not breathing waiting for the worst, but after 5 minutes he relaxed and turned his attention back to fastening the fixture to the wall with his cordless drill.

“Tiny come here” he heard his wife calling

He put down his cordless drill and walked out of the bedroom and headed down the hall to the living room. As he rounded the corner of the hall, he was met by his wife who had a wide smile on her face.

“Submit” was all she said.

He stopped dead in his tracks, the rules running through his mind and the implications and weight of that single word. He dropped his eyes to the floor and said

“Yes Maam” very quietly.

She stood very close to him and whispered in his ear “I am going to love this slut, your such a pathetic faggot, I am about to show you just what a whore you really are and remember the rules tiny or you will be sorry” she continued grabbing his balls tightly and squeezing.

‘Yes Maam” he gasped

She led him by the balls into the living room.

“On your knees bitch” she said pulling him down by his nuts. “Don’t you fucking look up you piece of shit”

“He’s ready, for you” she called to the foyer.

He heard footsteps, and saw a pair of work boots standing before him and a pair of faded blue jeans

He heard a man laughing, “I can’t believe it, you weren’t kidding, and you have his cock locked up in a pink cage, fuck. I have never seen anything like that before. From what I can see in that little cage of yours, I now understand why she turned you into a cock sucking whore” He laughed heartily. “Well, cocksucker, your wife has told me all about you and how you love big black cock, now she wants to see how you like white cock, I am going to fuck your face you bitch, she wants to see you used, and I plan to give her one hell of a show. So faggot, get started, I only have about 30 minutes, and I don’t want to waste one fucking moment of it.”

“Take out his cock, slut” she ordered.

He reached up and began unhooking the brown worn belt that was holding up his jeans then unbuttoned the top and pulled down the zipper. He found himself staring at this guy’s crotch and the base of his semi hard cock. He pulled off the jeans and released the cock beneath.

It wasn’t a huge cock, not even a really a big cock; it was about 7” long and average thickness. The distinctive muskiness of cock filled his nose; it was a heady smell, like a mild drug. It was obvious that whoever this was he had been working and his musky scent was strong. It wasn’t a dirty smell, but stronger then the black cocks had been the day before.

The cock was almost completely hard by the time he had this guys pants around his knees.

“Suck it faggot,” she said. “I want to see if you like white cock as much as you like black cock,” she continued pushing his mouth onto the cock in front of him.

He opened his mouth and took this new cock into his mouth as far as possible. It apparently wasn’t far enough for her because she pushed on the back of his head until he felt the cock hit the back of his throat gagging him. Once he gagged she eased the pressure on his head so he could catch his breath.

”You better suck that cock good faggot, and don’t you stop until he cum’s” she said releasing his head.

“Use his mouth, the little cunt loves cock in his mouth,” she said to the owner of the cock that was so firmly placed in his mouth. “Show him what a cock sucking whore he is.”

With that the guy grabbed the back of his head and started fucking his face. It was all he could do to get his hand wrapped around the base of the cock before it choked him. The guy fucked his face hard for about 5 minutes and then pulled it out of his mouth and said

”Suck my balls bitch”

“Do it” she chimed in

Using the hand that was holding the base of the man’s cock, he pushed it towards his body so he had full access to this man’s balls.

“Do it NOW whore” she said.

He started licking the balls, first the right and then the left teasing them gently with his tongue. With each lick he could feel them dance under the softness of his tongue.

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Cockatoo Pt. 17

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Previously in Cockatoo

James, recently divorced, travels to Bangkok on business for a fresh start. He meets Alex, a friend from their university days, whom he discovers is now transgender. Alex and her partner, Areeya, a Thai girl, run a successful restaurant and ladyboy bar on Koh Samui, an island off the coast of Thailand. James falls in love with Alex and all three manage to survive a pirate attack in the waters around Koh Samui. In return for part funding the businesses, Kritsada, Areeya’s father, has Alex tied to a contract whereby she has to have sex with his business and political contacts. James manages to get Alex released from the contract. He cuts his ties with the UK and buys out Kritsada from a new business Alex and Areeya are planning – a ladyboy cabaret. James flies back from Bangkok to tell Alex and Areeya what he has agreed with Kritsada.

Return From Bangkok

It was late afternoon by the time my flight left Bangkok and dusk began to fall about halfway back to Koh Samui. Lights from the fishing boats in the Gulf of Thailand began to glitter like tiny jewels in the gathering darkness. I could make out the dark shape of Koh Tao, and I shivered at the memory of what had happened down there only a few weeks ago. How close I had come to death in the cold, dark water, and how, given a second chance at life, I was determined to make the most of it.

I spent half the flight worrying if I had made the right decision to buy out Kritsada, and the other half trying to come up with a plan of what to say to Alex and Areeya when I arrived in Samui. I managed to convince myself I was doing the right thing, but by the time the seat belt signs came on, I still had no idea how I would share the news with them that I had become their new business partner. I hoped Areeya would come round to it, but I had no idea about how Alex would react. Kritsada had agreed to let me share the news of my investment in their business with them myself, and I hoped he would keep his word. He had also given me a couple of days cooling off period in case I changed my mind. I didn’t intend to, but it was a generous gesture from him.

It was dark by the time we landed at Samui’s one runway airport, and I joined a throng of excited tourists as we headed towards the small terminal. I had texted Alex my flight details and she had replied that they would be there at the airport to meet me. Looking around the arrivals area I couldn’t see anyone waiting for me, when someone jumped onto my back from behind, wrapping their arms around my shoulders and legs around my waist.

‘Surprise! Guess who?’

I could smell Alex’s favourite scent as she nuzzled my neck from behind.

I staggered a little and I heard Areeya say, ‘Alex, that’s enough, you will kill the poor boy.’

I heard Alex giggle, ‘No, that comes later, in bed.’

I turned to face Areeya with Alex still clinging like a monkey to my back. Areeya stood there smiling. ‘Sawasdee Ka, James.’

I grinned broadly, ‘Sawasdee Khap, Areeya. Where’s Alex? Is she here somewhere?’

That got me a punch in the ribs and Alex dropped from my back, spun me round, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.

‘Mmm, that’s nice,’ I said as she finally broke the kiss and stepped back to look at me.

Areeya stepped forward and also kissed me, albeit less extravagantly than Alex.

‘She’s been impossible all day, James. She hasn’t been able to sit still for a moment and she made us come out here far too early.’

Alex gave Areeya a light punch on the arm. ‘Nag, nag, nag. Let’s get going, I’m starving and I need a drink.’

She put one arm through mine and the other through Areeya’s and pulled us both over to the car park. Her mention of food reminded me that other than a quick sandwich at the airport before my return flight I had not eaten all day. I expected us to get a taxi, but Alex led us across the car park towards a large Mercedes 4×4. I hadn’t seen this before and I looked quizzically at Areeya.

‘My father’s. He lets us borrow it for special occasions, I guess this qualifies. Alex, should I drive?’

‘Noooo, I like driving this big boy.’

Areeya looked doubtful, but shrugged her shoulders and went straight to the rear seat and I climbed in next to Alex. I heard Areeya buckle her seat belt and something told me I should do the same. I had quietly rejoiced at the thought of avoiding the dubious pleasures of a Thai taxi, but that was only until Alex put the car into gear and pulled away. She floored the accelerator and I was pushed back into my seat. I heard Areeya suck in her breath and I realised why she had claimed the back seat.

‘Alex, can you slow down a little, please?’ Areeya beseeched her from the back.

‘What? Oh, don’t be such a baby.’ Alex said, turning round to look at Areeya and nearly rear ending a car in front. She stabbed the brakes and I was glad I had already fastened the seat belt.

Alex wasn’t only a bad driver, she was a fast bad driver. Kartal Türbanlı Escort She would accelerate fiercely and then stand on the brake. I grabbed the door handle and held on for dear life. Alex didn’t stop talking all the way, although I can’t remember a word she said, as I was trying to anticipate when we might next get killed. Thai drivers are pretty wild, but Alex was up there with the best, or worst, of them.

She would overtake on blind corners whilst looking at me or turning round to talk to Areeya, who I thought had gone very pale. Alex was oblivious to the effect her driving was having on her passengers, and I promised myself to fight, if necessary, for the back seat next time. That is, if there were to be another time. It didn’t seem likely at one point as she overtook a truck which was already overtaking a motorbike and then had to swerve sharply to avoid a car coming the other way.

By some miracle we arrived back at Koh Samui Blue in one piece, and as we climbed out of the car I looked at Areeya and she shuddered.

Alex bounced in front of me, grabbed both my hands, ‘Well, did you tell Kritsada? What did he say? Was he angry? Will he do it? Tell me, tell me, please? I can’t wait.’

I frowned and paused, ‘Well, he said…, no, I think we should wait until we’ve had a drink at least.’

‘You bastard, James, I will be really nice to you tonight if you tell me now.’

‘How nice?’ I said, as innocently as I could manage.

Alex punched me on the arm and said, ‘I won’t hurt you as much as I was going to, that’s how nice I will be.’

Areeya, smiling, said, ‘James, if you don’t tell her now, she won’t stop, I promise you.’

I grinned and said, ‘Yes, I told him and he accepted your decision. No, I don’t think he was angry and I am sure he will stick to his word.’ Before I got the last words out there were shrieks from both of them and they pulled me in for a big threeway hug.

We were all laughing by now and I managed to say, ‘What about that drink?’

We decided to head off to Cockatoo 2 first and then come back for something to eat. We walked down the strip to the bar, still arm in arm, and I couldn’t stop smiling at the happiness my news had brought. I could only hope the other news I was holding back would be as well received.

Pau was working behind the bar and she gave me a big smile and a wave as we sat down. She quickly served us a Leo beer each and we clinked bottles in celebration. Areeya said she had to sort out a couple of things in the bar and she would catch up with us back at the restaurant. I think it was just to give Alex and myself some time together and I loved her for the gesture.

Alex turned to look at me, smiled and said, ‘Thank you. I think it’s only just beginning to sink in. It will take a while for me to fully appreciate what you’ve done for me.’

‘Alex, I’m sure you’ll find a way to show your gratitude,’

‘Do you have anything particular in mind, bad boy?’

‘I’ve written down a list of things. Now, where did I put it?’ I frowned and patted my pockets.

That earned me a punch on the arm.

‘Mmm, comedian. How about this for a starter?’

Alex leant forward and kissed me on the lips as her hand slipped below the bar and began massaging the front of my trousers. I began to respond and she kissed me harder, her other hand snaking behind my head and pulling me closer into the kiss.

She suddenly broke off the kiss, looked me in the eyes and said, ‘Fuck this, I want you now.’

She slid off the bar stool, grabbed my hand and pulled me to the back of the bar and through the curtain into where the short time rooms were. Behind the curtain lay a corridor with rooms on both sides. There was a light outside each room and two were glowing red, which I took to mean they were occupied. Alex opened one of the unlit doors and dragged me inside. It was very basic, a bed and a small cupboard by the side. She flicked a switch and a light lit the room in a pale red glow. I opened my mouth to say something but Alex shoved me hard in the chest and I fell backwards onto the bed.

She was wearing a loose sun dress which, in one movement, she pulled off over her head. Seemingly, almost simultaneously, she unhooked her bra and dropped it on the floor, tugged off her panties and stood there naked, her blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders with her cock erect and pointing straight at me. She put her hands up and ran her fingers through her hair and shook it loose; a gesture that gets my juices running every time. Her breasts were beautiful in the dim red light and my heart did a somersault. She slid onto the bed and straddled my chest, her cock right in front of my mouth. I looked up and saw her smiling down at me, and as she edged forwards her cock bounced against my lips. My tongue flicked out and brushed the tip of her cock before sliding underneath the glistening head. I lightly touched the underneath with my tongue and I heard Alex Kartal Otele Gelen Escort gasp. Sucking the head into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it, I felt her move her hips as her cock slid deeper and deeper into my mouth.

Reaching behind her she unzipped my shorts and began to play with my cock which was already hard and sensitive to her touch. I felt her fingers slide up and down my shaft, and she began to rotate them around the head of my cock and I felt myself harden even more. I took her as deep as I could into my mouth and I almost gagged but managed to control my reflex.

‘For God’s sake, I need you to fuck me now, James.’

She wiggled backwards and her cock slid out of my mouth. I was sorry to feel it go, but mine was now was begging for attention. Alex leaned over to the bedside cupboard pulled open the drawer, opened a bottle, and smiling down at me, she lubed herself and my cock. I was desperate now to get inside her and she locked her eyes with me, raised her hips, paused a moment, and then impaled herself on my cock. I grunted as her weight drove her down onto me and she arched her back and began to rock up and down.

My hips started to come up to meet her downward thrusts and we began to fuck each other fast and hard. I reached up to her breasts and twisted her nipples in my fingers. She moaned and her eyes blazed and she started to move up and down even faster. I was pummelling into her by this time and I could feel myself swelling as the tempo kept getting faster and faster.

I was sweating now and grunting as she drove down onto me. I was so turned on by this time, I knew I couldn’t hold myself back for long. Alex was grinding herself down onto me and moving her hips from side to to side which built even more pressure on my cock. I raised my hips to meet her downward thrusts and she threw her head back.

‘Fuuuuuuuuuuck,’ she screamed as we hammered into each other.

‘I’m cumming,’ I shouted, as I felt my cock spasm, and I pumped my cum into her.

‘Me too,’ she gasped and long strings of cum erupted from her cock onto my chest and face.

We both kept moving for a while before Alex flopped forwards onto my chest and I put my arms around her and drew her close to me. I licked the corner of my mouth where some of her cum had landed, kissed her and pushed it into her mouth.

She smiled, ‘Yummy, tastes nice.’

She rose a fraction, licked the remainder of the cum from my face before pushing it into my mouth. I savoured the taste and then swallowed.

‘Mmm,’ I said, ‘I think you must have had Pad Thai for lunch.’

Alex looked astonished before realising I was grinning.

‘Beast,’ she said and twisted my nipple hard.

‘Oww.’

‘Serves you right, you monster. I told you I would hurt you tonight.’

I laughed and said, ‘That was the best sex I’ve had since…ever.’

‘Mmm,’ she kissed me then whispered, ‘The best is yet to come. Come on. let’s get cleaned up. There’s a shower out the back.’

She slid off me and my softening cock slipped out of her. Pulling me up, she dragged my shorts down and off and yanked my t-shirt over my head before dragging me out of the door and down the corridor. My Englishness kicked in and I covered my groin with my hand.

‘God, you are such a baby, nobody cares about your little thing.’

I must have pouted, because she laughed and said, ‘Well, maybe I do, a little bit.’

She leant down and gave my cock a kiss and said, ‘Come on, I need a shower.’

Pushing open a door at the end of the corridor, she shoved me inside. It was a large shower room, open to the night sky, with four shower heads along one wall, and I was startled to see we weren’t alone. Two of the bar girls were already in there, presumably cleaning themselves up after their short time sessions. I started to back out of the room but Alex pushed me back in.

‘Don’t be silly, it’s May and Joy. You’ve seen them before and, trust me, they’ve seen much worse than you.’

True, I had seen them before, but then they hadn’t been naked, and neither had I.

May was one of the girls at the bar and Joy one of the ladyboys there. They both giggled at the sight of me and Alex but otherwise didn’t bat an eyelid and calmly went on showering. Alex pushed me under a shower head and grabbed a bottle of gel. She squeezed some into her hand and began to wash me. There is nothing like being washed by someone else and Alex’s hands and fingers were soft and gentle as the warm water from the shower seemed to ease away all the stress and tension from the past few days.

Alex stood under the shower with me and we kissed, the water running down us both. She broke away and moved behind me to wash my back and I caught sight of Joy and May. My eyes widened as I saw May on her knees in front of Joy giving her an energetic blow job. Joy’s back was against the shower wall, her eyes closed and her hands around May’s head. I stood transfixed watching Kartal Ucuz Escort the two of them.

Alex was also watching and she squeezed my cock, ‘It’s simply their way to relax. Finding someone to be tender with.’

There was a faraway note in her voice and I thought she was thinking back to her own days in the Bangkok bars. I nodded, almost scared to speak, as I watched the scene in front of me. Two beautiful brown bodies locked with each other. May was using her hand on Joy’s cock as well as her mouth and Joy didn’t look too far from climaxing.

Alex squeezed again and whispered in my ear, ‘Hot, isn’t it? Want to join in?’

I didn’t speak but Alex took my hand and led me across to Joy and May. It was if I was in a dream and powerless to resist. May was still working on Joy’s cock as we reached them and I saw Joy’s eyes open and she smiled at me as she saw me there.

Alex pushed down on my shoulders and I dropped to my knees next to May. She stopped, looked up at Alex who nodded and May turned to kiss me and her tongue snaked into my mouth. I responded and we kissed, our tongues intertwined. May broke the kiss and moved slightly to one side so that Joy’s cock was now between the two of us. I felt Alex gently move my head forwards and my nose bumped into Joy’s cock. I heard her giggle and looked up to see she was smiling in encouragement. May reached down and took my cock in her hand and began to stroke it. Joy wiggled her hips so that her cock slid across my lips and I kissed the side closest to me. May kissed the other side and our tongues slid across the head and we kissed again, this time with Joy’s cock in between.

Alex again moved my head forward so that Joy’s cock pressed on my lips. I opened them and her small but very erect member slid into my mouth. Compared to Alex, it almost felt like I had a thumb inside my mouth, and as my tongue began to flick at the head, I heard Joy moan above me. Her cock might have been small but it was hard as iron. and Joy began to move her hips, edging it in and out of my mouth.

I felt a movement to my side and I saw from the corner of my eye that Alex had taken May’s place and was watching me as I sucked on Joy’s cock. She motioned me to stop and she took over slipping Joy gently into her mouth whilst her hand sought out my cock which was by now hard again.

I felt pressure on my shoulder and I turned to find May had moved to my side, and her glistening, naked pussy was right in front of my eyes. She moved in closer and I buried my face in her and my tongue got to work. She tasted very sweet as I lapped up and down her slit and I could feel her grinding into my face as she got more and more excited. I stole a glance upwards and May was now kissing Joy as Alex worked on her cock.

I heard Joy squeak, ‘I cumming.’

Alex grabbed me away from May just as Joy climaxed, her cum spraying across my face and I rocked back on my heels. Alex immediately moved my head back to May’s pussy and I continued to tongue her as hard as I could. I felt her tense up and her hands went round my head as she ground her groin into my face. Alex was now also standing and grinning down at me with Joy’s mouth wrapped around her cock. I looked down to see May on her knees in front of me and she looked up, smiled and took me into her mouth. My knees almost gave way as I felt her tongue curl around my shaft and begin to suck. I was already on the edge and it did not take more than a few seconds of May’s sucking to get me to my second climax of the evening, and I came right into May’s mouth.

I looked across to Alex and she had her eyes closed, and I saw her stagger as she came into Joy’s mouth. May and Joy kept sucking for a while and then, almost as if at a signal, they stood up and first Joy and then May kissed me, pushing cum from their mouths into mine. I had lost all sense of time and place by this time and I flopped back against the wall, spent and overwhelmed by what had just happened.

Alex slid next to me and said, ‘Told you the best was yet to come.’

We finally made it back to the restaurant where Areeya was chatting to some of the customers. Areeya excused herself and came across to where Alex and I had sat down at one of the tables.

‘You two took your time.’

‘Something came up,’ said Alex. I stifled a laugh and Areeya looked from me to Alex.

‘I can imagine what it might have been.’

‘Sorry, Areeya, it was my fault.’ I offered.

‘Hmm, somehow I doubt that, James.’

‘Anyway,’ Alex jumped in, ‘let’s eat and James can tell us what happened with your father.’

Whilst we waited for the food to arrive, I told them about the meeting with Kritsada and how going there in person had the right decision. He respected me for coming to talk to him face to face, and that he hadn’t been surprised at Alex’s decision. Alex wanted to know if he had been upset by her decision. I told her there was no way I could tell; he had not shown any reaction at all. She seemed a little put out by that, but I think it was just her pride at work.

I asked them, ‘Have either of you spoken to Kritsada since I met him today?’

Areeya looked at Alex who shook her head, and Areeya said, ‘No, why?’

‘That’s good, he said he would let me share the news with you first.’

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I was 25 and randy, but I was also curious. Well, they say curiosity killed the cat, but in my case curiosity got me the cat. I’d better explain.

It was about five years ago and I was just coming off a torrid affair with a lovely colleague, who had dumped me for a much older man, the bastard! The older man, not the lovely colleague.

Sandra said that while my eight inches of uncut cock was very nice, she needed more maturity. Pity, because at 30 she was the type of woman I’ve always fancied – a mature, big-busted blonde. I go, you see, for older women – not that much older, but at least five years, preferably 10.

I’d picked up one of those glossy magazines that feature ladies in lovely lingerie, mainly for the pictures but also for the words – the words in the massive section of adult advertisements in the back section.

One really caught my eye. It was of a pretty blonde wearing glasses, and a black latex outfit, which showed she had a full, fabulous figure. It proclaimed: “Visit the headmistress. She’ll correct all your mistakes, you naughty boy, you!” And there was one of those mobile phone numbers.

Well, I was flush, as they say at poker games. I’d had a big win on the football pools – closer to 40,000 pounds than 35,000 – and I was in one of those “money’s no object” moods.

I put the magazine down on my bedside table and stopped whacking off and used my mobile to dial the headmistress’s number. It rang only two or three times, then a deep, husky and extremely sexy voice answered.

“Hello, this is the headmistress – more mistress than head. Leave a number, I’ll call you back. Honest, you can trust me, I’m a dominatrix!”

And since I always do as I’m told, I left my mobile number, thinking at the time “That’s the last I’ll hear of the headmistress”, and opened the magazine up to resume wanking at pictures of a mature, 40-year-old pornstar.

Ten minutes later, as I was nearing the big O with Mrs 40-Year-Old, my mobile rang. “Hi, this is Lee.”

And then the headmistress’s sexy voice replied! “Hi Lee, this is the headmistress returning your call. How can I help you?”

I thought you can offer to sit on my face, that’s how, but then thought better of it and asked: “I’ve seen your advert, you look lovely and I’d like to know about your services and charges.”

There was a pause, and then the headmistress spoke again, only somewhat warily. “You sound nice Lee, but you also sound young. I don’t do young.”

“I’m 25,” I called out, afraid she was going to hang up.

“OK, you scrape into the age parameters,” she said. “Well, I’m a dominatrix, I don’t fuck. You can perform body worship, I may give you a golden shower if I like you. And it’s a headmistress scenario. You’re the schoolboy, you attend class naked and I give you a test.

“Fail the test – and you will fail, promise me, you will fail – and I punish you.”

I was hooked. Then she spoke again: “The charge is 200 pounds for an hour and a half, 300 pounds if I use the head girl as part of the scenario. Oh, and from her you will get head.”

I was doubly hooked. “How old is she – and how old are you, headmistress?” I asked, adding quickly: “You see I’m into older women.”

There was a chuckle. “Most naughty boys are,” she replied. “I’m 40 and my head girl is 35. You’ll like her, great body, huge tease.”

The upshot was that at 10am the following morning – it was a Saturday – I was standing on the doorstep of a rather fancy address not far from Berkeley Square, in Mayfair, with an envelope containing 300 quid.

The door opened slightly and I sneaked in through the small gap to be confronted with a hard-faced woman in her mid-30s. She had long red hair, and sported two ponytails, one of each side, which was obviously an attempt to make her look a lot younger. The smock she was wearing, though, could not hide the fact that she was stacked!

“You must be Lee, the naughty pupil here for his lesson,” she smiled, holding out a strong hand, then pocketing the envelope containing the fee. “I’m Raewyn. Follow me and we’ll get you ready for the headmistress.”

She took me to a small changing room and ordered me to strip. As I did, Raewyn removed the smock to reveal an outfit which would soon have me harder than a length of lead piping.

Her breasts – lovely, lush 36-inch jobs, I later found – were pushed up into mouth-watering uplift in a black satin half cup bra, which did not cover her nipples. Jutting just above the cup line, they were erect.

On her hips was a matching black satin garter belt, which held up shiny black stockings. Her pussy hair was confined to a heart-shaped thatch of redness over her mons. Her shoes were so high heeled it was a wonder she could walk!

When I was nude and stiff-pricked before her, she opened a door on the inside of the changing room and admitted me to the “classroom”. In the middle was a desk and chair, all in one, just as in a school. In front of it stood a blackboard. On it the numbers 1 to 10 had been written in chalk.

“Sit istanbul escort at the desk,” Raewyn told me, and I obeyed. Then, before I had hardly settled into the seat, she snapped: “Stand up for the headmistress!”

A side door opened and as I stood to attention, prick swaying before me, the bespectacled headmistress entered. She was a superb sight. Blonde hair pulled back into a severe pony tail, she wore glasses and I can tell you Dorothy Parker got it wrong. Men do make passes at girls who wear glasses. At least, girls, or women, I should say, like the headmistress.

She was wearing a black see-through shirt, and her glorious breasts were revealed in it, with big nipples pressing against the material. Her lush hips and glorious bum were covered by a gleaming black leather miniskirt. She carried a cane, wore high heels, but no stockings.

“Good morning, Lee,” she announced, standing by the blackboard.

“Good morning, headmistress,” I chanted, in schoolboy sing song.

“Nice erection,” she smiled, waving the tip of her cane at me. Then, she snapped into business: “Be seated!

“Right, you’ve got 10 questions to answer, Lee. The questions are each worth 10 strokes. Get them all right and you won’t receive a stroke, it’ll just be body worship and teasing from the head girl, Raewyn, here.

“For every incorrect answer it’s 10 strokes. Understood?”

I nodded and she smiled.

“Good, then we’ll begin. What is ‘gooch’ a slang term for? Raewyn, give him a hint.”

And with that the hard-faced redhead stood in front of my desk, turned her back on me and bent over, feet wide apart, clasping her ankles.

Her hairless quim peeped back at me. Gooch? I’d never heard of it. “Er, I don’t know, headmistress,” I muttered.

“It’s the area between the cunt and the anus, you ignorant little boy, you,” she informed me. She could have told me it was the slang term for the Horn of Africa and I’d have accepted it.

The headmistress turned, giving me a magnificent view of her great arse as she circled the number “1”.

“What is macrophallia?” she asked, glaring at me once more.

“Erm, fucking corpses?” I guessed, which drew a snigger from Raewyn.

The headmistress circled the number “2”. “It’s the condition of having a large penis,” she told me, “and judging by that piece of meat you seem so proud of, I’m surprised you didn’t know.”

The next question was what does the acronym DATY stand for. I didn’t even know what an acronym was, let alone that it was short for “Dining at the Y”. The third number on the board was circled.

“Who did Linda Susan Boreman become famous as?” snapped the headmistress. By now my head was reeling, and I should have guessed, of course. “Linda Lovelace,” said the lovely “school” head after I had guessed Pamela Anderson. The figure “4” was circled.

And so it went, until I was gulping and contemplating the 10th question. Already nine figures on the blackboard had been ringed.

The headmistress eyed me sternly: “And get this wrong and I’m adding 20 strokes for you being the thickest, dumbest, most stupid student all week.” I swallowed at the thought of 120 strokes!

“Who is the president of Ethiopia?” she grinned.

“I haven’t the faintest idea, headmistress,” I answered, completely truthfully.

“Neither have I,” she beamed, “but it’s going to cost you 120 strokes!”

“Raewyn, get him into the frame,” the headmistress snapped, “while I get ready.”

“Yes, madam,” said the hard-faced redhead, who then took me by the hand and led me into another room adjoining the classroom. This room was definitely nothing like anything I had come across at my grammar school!

The focal point of the room was a sturdy steel triangle, bolted to the floor and hanging from a length of chain suspended from the ceiling. Straps were at the top where the two side beams joined. Raewyn stood on a chair and with her quim delightfully close to my face, hooked my wrists into the upper straps.

Then she strapped my ankles to the bottoms of the beams, a move which drew my thighs apart and left me totally vulnerable. A broad strip of leather hung across the beams half-way up them and Raewyn pulled my cock and balls through the aperture in its centre, before lacing cords around the aperture tightly around my shaft and scrotal sac, thus enhancing my erection.

She then pulled up a large leather stool and sat in front of me, her face inches from my jutting hard-on. She had no sooner settled than the door opened and in walked the headmistress, carrying two implements, although I hardly noticed them.

She was now naked, save for gleaming black leather boots which came to half-way up her lovely thighs. Her pussy was shaved, her piss flaps peeping out in their pinkness. She had removed the glasses.

Stepping behind me, the headmistress put her face up to my cheek and began to tell me what was in store for me.

“Now, my darling Lee,” she said, her voice a whisper against my cheek, “I’m going escort bayan to give you 10 strokes across your shoulder blades with this cat o’ nine tails.”

And with that she traced the flogging device’s nine lashes across my bare back.

“After each stroke Raewyn here is going to suck your cock – just once, but you’ll enjoy it. You will then make a decision as to whether you want the next 10 strokes on your back again, in which case you will receive 10 more sucks, or whether you want to colander tawse across your buttocks.”

With that, the headmistress waved a wicked looked black leather tawse, with five circular holes drilled in it.

“After each stroke of this lovely little flogger, you will not get a stroke from Raewyn, but you will get the pencil. Show him, my dear!”

Raewyn held up to my face a long pencil, with a rubber eraser on the tip. “Like the sucks, you will get 10 strokes of the pencil, eraser onto your balls – quite painful, I’m told,” the headmistress informed me.

“Right, that’s quite enough preliminary chatter, let’s get started, shall we?”

I braced myself as I heard the headmistress pace herself off to a position behind and off to my left. She raised the cat o’ nine tails and it went “Whooosh” through the air before cracking with a resounding “Thwaaack” across my shoulder blades. I arched and bucked and heaved in my bonds, but I could not, of course pull free.

The burning sensation of the cat was starting to make itself felt across my defenceless flesh when I felt the ineffable sweetness of Raewyn’s mouth sucking on my cock, deep, deeper, until she was almost at my pubic bone. Then she pulled off, very slowly until, with a little “plop” she released my cock.

“Whooosh” came the cat, “thwaaack” went the sound, onto my cock again came Raewyn’s mouth. The burning increased, then again came “whooosh”, then “thwaaack”, then the delightful fellatio.

At last the headmistress had burned 10 strokes onto my poor back, and then she was by my side, her moist pussy rubbing gently against my upper left thigh.

“Decision time, darling,” she whispered, graunching slowly on my thigh. “Cat and cock suck, or tawse and testicle torture? Pain and pleasure, or pain and pain? Your decision, Lee, take your time, I know it’s not easy.”

Much as I hated the cat, I feared the double dose of tawse and pencil eraser. I made my decision: “Cat, please, headmistress.”

The woman laughed. “No, silly, I’m not the headmistress now,” she said, “in here I’m the mistress.”

And again she stood away from me, this time off to the right, and wielding the cat in her left hand, swept 10 more agonising strokes up against my now screamingly-hot shoulder blades, the fresh angle of attack laying a fresh series of strips across my back.

Each stroke was followed by a delightful mouth suck from Raewyn, but each stroke seemed to be cutting my back in half as the mistress laid it on.

Again she was pressing up against me, her lush full breasts rubbing against my writhing torso, her minge melting on my right thigh this time, as she sought my next decision.

“What’s it to be, sweetie?” she asked, in a kindly, friendly tone. “More of Miss Cat or some of the tawse?”

I knew I couldn’t take another 10 strokes from the nine-tailed flogger – at least, not right now – so I opted for the other implement of torment: “The tawse, please, mistress.”

Off to my left, colander tawse in her right hand, the dominatrix rained down a blow which cut across both buttocks with a searing stroke.

Then I tensed, fearing Raewyn’s assault with the rubber-tipped pencil. But she did not apply it immediately, letting me feel the pain of the tawse sink into me.

But suddenly I arched in my bonds, as the pencil was flicked upwards onto my left testicle, sending a sharply intense shock like a surge of electricity through me. I writhed, then calmed and when I had, the mistress delivered stroke number two with the tawse.

Again Raewyn put me through an agonising period of waiting before punishing my right testicle.

By the time I had received the final blow in the 10-stroke batch, I was sobbing and moaning. The mistress did nothing to alleviate my misery. “There, there, Lee,” she cooed, “you’re doing so well. Only 90 more strokes to go!”

Ninety! I could hardly contemplate nine, let alone 90!

“What’s it to be, Lee, tawse and testicles, or cat and cock?” she asked.

My balls were pounding parcels of pain and I had to have relief, but even so I could hardly believe my ears as I heard myself pleading: “The cat, please mistress!”

Again I suffered 10 excruciating blows from the leather cat, but at least they were interspersed with the sweet sucking of Raewyn, and by the final blow, she had almost succeeded in getting my cock back to semi-stiffness!

The final suck on my cock had hardly stopped, when I again pleaded with my flagellant: “More of the cat, please mistress.”

After the next batch of 10, my mistress informed me: “You’ve Kartal escort had 50 strokes, my dear. Ten more and we’ll find two more targets. That will ease your discomfort, won’t it?”

I seriously doubted that it would, but I mumbled “Yes, mistress” and then heard her ask: “Where’s it to be, Lee?”

“My backside, please, mistress,” I gasped and steeled myself for the next 10, which drew shrieks and wails from me as the tawse smashed against my buttocks, and the pencil against my poor, helpless balls.

The mistress then placed the cat and the tawse on a table behind my battle-scarred back and returned waving a much smaller implement in my face.

“Penis tawse, Lee,” she smiled, rubbing her breasts against my chest, and cupping my assailed testes in one hand. “You’ll like this. First, Raewyn here will get you erect, then I’ll give you 25 strokes on the cock.

“After that, Raewyn will give you 25 strokes with her mouth. There, that’ll be nice, won’t it?”

I could only think of the 25 strokes to be inflicted on my cock, but I nodded: “Yes, mistress, thank you, mistress.”

“OK, darling, get him erect,” said the mistress, and Raewyn bent to her task. Sadly for me, the job did not take too long – a minute, two minutes at most and my poor prick was erect and ready for his punishment!

The mistress stood off to my right, placed her by-now drenched pussy onto my upper right thigh and flicked the cock flogger down onto my shaft. Then again, then again, until she was beating a rapid-fire tattoo on my prick. “He’s all yours, Raewyn,” she said, after raining the 25th and final stroke across my shaft.

Raewyn’s experienced mouth worked away on me, long stroke down, long stroke up, a kiss on the helmet, then a repeat of the process.

I was rigid and erect when she had finished and the mistress stepped in front of me, smiling. “Twenty-five more, darling?” she inquired.

“Yes, please, mistress,” I said.

“Oh, sorry, but I forgot to tell you that the second batch of 25 is followed by the pencil. Sorry ’bout that!”

“No,” I nearly shrieked, my body shaking and quivering, “I thought she’d suck me again. Oh please, not the pencil!”

“Sorry, Lee,” smiled my tormentress, “but you’ve made your bed and now you’ve got to lie in it. You requested the penis tawse, and the second batch with the penis tawse is always accompanied with the pencil.”

And then she smilingly delivered another 25 strokes to my cock, which by the final blow, was again completely limp. The mistress then took feeble little prick in her hand and pressed it against my heaving abdomen.

“I’ll keep this pathetic little creature away so you can concentrate on your work, darling,” she informed Raewyn.

Then I went through an agony of waiting as the “head girl” obviously waited for the pain in my prick to subside. When she was finally satisfied that I had recovered, she began to provide me with an entirely different type of pain to endure.

The pencil flicked mercilessly against my hanging ball bag, once twice, three times, then four, five. After the fifth stroke, Raewyn paused for several minutes as I hung, helpless and sobbing before her and her mistress.

Then she resumed – five more strokes, a period for recovery, five more and so on until I had received my full entitlement.

“Now, darling,” said the mistress, letting my little limp prick fall back onto my burning, battered balls. “the final 10 – across those lovely pectorals, eh?”

I, of course, had a question. “Followed by what after each stroke, mistress?”

She grinned. “A sucking stroke from Raewyn, you awfully suspicious little schoolboy, you,” she smiled.

For the final 10 strokes, mistress pulled the leather stool off to one side, and stood on it to inflict the blows. Raewyn stood off to the other side and bent to suck on my cock after each stroke.

At last the pair released me from my bondage and I collapsed onto my knees, body a mass of agonised stripes and burning ball pain.

As I sucked in big breaths and tried to forget my pain, I noticed the pair arranging a large rubber sheet on the floor. When they had done this, my mistress stepped onto the mat, giving me a fine view of her incredible sexy arse, then turned to face me, minge exposed to my gaze.

“Come on Lee,” she said, “time to thank me.”

I crawled towards her, I honestly don’t think walking would have been possible at this stage, and knelt before her fair-haired pussy, her piss flaps pink and moist.

“Lick me, darling,” she whispered, placing an incredibly gentle hand on my neck and pulling me towards her quim.

I tasted a moist and tangy twat, which had a strong but not unpleasant feminine odour. For some minutes I kissed and sucked her pussy until, absolutely without any warning, I felt a strong jet of urine blasting against my face.

The release of her piss was followed by a hissed warning: “Don’t you dare pull away from me, Lee, don’t dare!” And I felt instinctively that my task was either to continue to lick at her pussy or to lap at her salty stream. I chose the latter, then – when the flow had ceased – licked her until she pushed me away.

“He’s all yours, Raewyn,” she informed her “head girl”, “and I may be wrong, but I suspect he likes it.”

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The Sisterhood of Slaves Pt. 03

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The Apartment

“Le cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît pas.”

“The heart has its reasons which reason does not know.”

— Blaise Pascal, Pensees

Lydia’s apartment was located on the top storey of an old inner-city mansion. It was spacious, with balconies that overlooked the business district on one side and the river on the other. It was elegantly furnished, in a somewhat masculine style. There was an ornate fireplace in the living room, along with plush leather armchairs and an amply stocked liquor cabinet. The polished wood floor was strewn with sumptuous rugs, into the purple silk of each was woven an elaborate geometrical pattern in gold thread. The dining room contained a table big enough to seat a dozen people. The kitchen was compact but well-appointed and well-provisioned. There was a drawing room with an enormous, velvet-sheathed chaise longue, Lydia’s private study and a library with filled bookshelves. There were three bedrooms but just the one bathroom.

Lydia was, insofar as I could tell, not married. There was a ring on her finger which was too chunky to be a wedding band. (It bore on its face the now familiar § monogram.) I never saw her with any man whom she treated differently from all the others. Yet she did not live alone. When I first arrived, we were greeted by one of her three apprentices. Lucinda was petite and pretty, olive-skinned with large, dark eyes. Her hair was cut short like Lydia’s, bleached and tinted a coppery red. She was naked. Her pubic area was smooth, and I could see that the labia had been pierced with small golden rings such as those I had seen on Desirée.

The apartment was accessed by an elevator which, with the insertion of a keypad code, bypassed the intervening floors and opened directly into the residence. As soon as we had entered and the doors closed behind us, Lydia commanded me to stop and take off my clothes. She also stripped, and we gave each garment we discarded in turn to Lucy, who lovingly folded them in two neat piles and carried them after us.

“Here you will not wear clothing,” Lydia said. “Your body must be completely free at all times.”

“Free” was an odd word to use. Did she mean it as in freedom or as in… free admission?

“You will not wear anything, not even your collar, nor any make-up, nor jewelry.” (The ring on her finger and those in Lucy’s vulva presumably did not count.) “You will have no possessions. All you have is what you are.”

Awaiting us in the living room were my other fellow trainees. Rebecca was tall and athletic, with richly tanned skin and shoulder-length, honey-blonde hair. She looked to be a couple or more years older than me, perhaps in her late twenties. Sir Jason was slim and good-looking, of about Richard’s age, or possibly even younger, with ginger hair, a pale complexion and a sprinkling of freckles. Dressed in neat slacks, a crisp white shirt and carpet slippers, he was the only one in the apartment who wasn’t naked. As she introduced us, Lydia ordered me to kneel. She did as well.

Sir Jason smiled indulgently as each of us in turn bent forward to kiss and lick his boots. The polish, freshly applied, tasted pungent and waxy. I felt Lydia’s elbow nudging my side.

“Stand up and let the Master see you,” she whispered, keeping her eyes focused on the floor.

I held my body erect and immobile, arms folded behind my back and head bowed, repressing a gasp and suppressing a wince as Sir Jason inspected his property thoroughly, with his eyes and hands, front and back, inside and out. When he was finished, he permitted the others to rise before going off the study. Rebecca and Lucy excused themselves to head for the kitchen. Lydia showed me around the apartment, pointing out her bedroom and the Master’s. I would be sharing with the other two girls. There was just the one bed, albeit queen-sized.

“Your sleeping arrangements,” I was informed, “will vary from night to night, depending on which of us the Master desires.”

When we were back in the living room, Lydia took hold of my shoulders to make sure I gave her my complete attention. “You know why you’re here?”

“Yes, mistress.”

She frowned. “You don’t call me that anymore.” She paused, looking sterner. “So, do you wish to stay?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I wish to stay.”

Her expression brightened. “Good girl. From now on, while you are here and he is here, you belong to Sir Jason. You will honor and obey him at all times.”

I nodded. “You as well?” I asked.

“I am no longer your mistress,” she replied. “He is your Master.”

“I mean, do you obey him as well?”

She nodded slowly, regarding me with a good-humored forbearance. “Of course.”

It took me a second to read her expression and I blushed at my own naiveté. The fading marks on her knees from the floorboards and the faint pink welts on various parts of her nude body had answered my question before it was asked.

Evening was now upon us, so I had just enough Maltepe Sınırsız Escort time to freshen up before Lucy and Rebecca served dinner. We took our seats at one end of the table, with Sir Jason at the head. Lydia and Lucy held back until he was in his place, and I followed their lead. Rebecca joined us when she’d served each course. The meal was simple but pleasant. The Master drank wine while the rest of us sipped jasmine tea.

We engaged in conventional dinner conversation, though four of us kept our eyes downcast. Mealtime, I learned in due course, was the only occasion when we females spoke freely in the Master’s presence. This served a useful purpose. So long as we observed the proper etiquette, table talk gave us and especially Lydia the chance, if necessary, to raise and address issues of importance with the head of the household without having to worry about the master-slave protocols.

Our owner did not dominate the discussion. In fact he was rather shy. Since I kept my gaze lowered the whole time (except for the occasional glance), I could not see his face, but I discerned a slight tremor in his voice, and the hint of a stammer. He and Lucy were studying at university. Like me, she was a postgraduate, while Sir Jason was an undergraduate (which confirmed that he was easily the youngest of us). Rebecca was a lawyer of some kind, “on sabbatical” as she put it.

“I’ve seen you on campus,” Sir Jason declared, as Rebecca cleared away the dessert dishes. He did look familiar, and I desperately hoped he was not another of my students. He laughed. “Well, in a way on campus. The Gor tavern.”

Lydia seemed amused by my stricken look and subsequent sigh of relief. She was very perceptive, altogether an impressive lady. Among us, she said the least, listened the most, missed nothing.

When dinner was finished, I was sent to the kitchen to help with the washing up. When Rebecca and I returned to the living room, Lucy and Lydia were squatting on the living room floor, both wearing blindfolds, their hands tied behind their backs. Our formidable hostess, now sweating and trembling, looked tiny, meek and fragile. The pair were joined to each other by a harness of rope secured about their necks. Without instruction, Rebecca bound and blindfolded me and yoked me to the others. We thereafter waited in silence, as the fourth member was added to our little trussed ensemble. We were linked close enough that I could sniff the lemony scent of the detergent residue on Rebecca in front of me and the strawberry fragrance of Lucy’s shampoo to my rear.

Sir Jason led us, by our collective tether, to one of the suites below the apartment. We went via the stairs instead of the elevator, and without the use of our eyes we had to tread cautiously and huddle even closer so as to not lose our balance on the steps or trip over each other. The slate floor was ice-cold under my bare feet. I felt the tickle of Lucy’s breath on the back of my neck. Her bosom snuggled between my upper arms, the touch soft and warm and soothing against my bare skin. My own naked breasts pressed into Rebecca’s back, and she was pinching her shoulder blades as if to gently squeeze them. As we shuffled slowly down the corridor that led from the stairwell, I felt her bound hands nudging into my crotch; her fingers began working their sensual magic, and I did the same for Lucy. I felt her twitch, and to the rear of our queue I heard Lydia’s deep sighs. I wondered if Sir Jason cared that we were pleasuring each other when our bodies and their delights should belong to him alone. He did not seem to mind.

When my sight was restored (while the others remained blindfolded), I discovered that we were in a studio of some kind. There were bright lights in the ceiling and on free-standing lamps; but heavy drapes on the windows had the effect of making the space gloomy even when fully illuminated. A number of black-lacquered screens were positioned seemingly at random, and in their shiny surfaces I could see reflections of the four of us, still bound and leashed together. There were three Ottoman-style footstools covered in a burgundy-colored fleece, and a bed with plush scarlet satin sheets. This furniture was arranged on one side of the room on a large square of carpet, like a photographer’s set-piece.

In the middle of the room stood a structure which, even after my experiences in the Wooden Pony Club, thoroughly unnerved me. Constructed of metal pipes and bars, it consisted of dual parts, on the left two vertical poles separated by the span of outstretched arms, and on the right a triple pillory made up of hinged segments with grooves in the upright posts to adjust the height. Welded onto the frame at various places were hooks, from which were hanging various implements of torment — whips, chains, iron shackles, bridles and halters, chastity belts with double “inserts” and so on… including something that looked horribly like the “pear of anguish” used (allegedly) by mediæval torturers.

The Maltepe Suriyeli Escort Master untied our hands and ordered Lucy and Rebecca to kneel directly behind the scaffold, while Lydia (still blindfolded) felt for the adjusting screws to lower the stocks, so the girls’ heads and hands could be clamped in place. She then dropped it even further until the two were forced to bend forward, their chins just off the floor and their rumps raised high. She thereupon placed herself in the third pillory, and Sir Jason locked her in it. He muzzled all three with bulbous ball-gags.

“Come here, please,” he said (his mild impediment suddenly gone without a trace), and told me to crouch behind Lydia. On his command, I pushed both of my hands between her thighs. She gasped and gulped, panted and puffed, her skin quivered and her backside cheeks twitched as I caressed her until my fingers became clammy in the warm, moist folds. I did the same to Lucy and Rebecca. By the time I’d done my duty, they were slumped on their haunches, whimpering quietly; but the Master rudely interrupted their rapture by hauling on a rope which elevated the pillory until they were raised onto their tiptoes and moans of ecstasy became groans of despair.

He now ordered me to stand between the two poles, with arms and legs extended. Straps connected to the four corners of the frame were secured to my wrists and ankles, and tightened until I was lifted onto my toes and it felt as if my poor limbs would be detached from their sockets. But the straps on my wrists ran across my palms so I could grip them for support; and it was curiously invigorating to have my muscles and tendons stretched. It was also intoxicating, in a way that I could hardly have imagined not so very long ago, to be rendered so helpless and exposed.

This being my first night under tutelage, I thought that I might be spared the more rigorous parts of the curriculum. But Sir Jason took full advantage of my immobilized and spread-eagled condition, penetrating me front and back. With my body tensed and stiffened by my hoisting on the frame, the passage had to be forced, but the effect was to make more sensitive the points of entry. His thrusts and my squirms amplified the strain from my bonds. My legs were cramping, my arms ached, and every breath seared my lungs. But the young man knew how to wrest shrieks of ecstasy from my lips and make my sweat run in streams.

When he had finished, he gagged me and returned to the others. First he whipped them unmercifully, until they howled through their gags. He then uncoupled each in turn from the pillory, bound her and toyed with her for at least half an hour before putting her back in place and starting on the next. The humiliation was cruel, the torments ingenious. The Master had his playthings writhing in pain and sobbing in shame, their bodies twisting and contorted in feverish rhapsodies of perfervid pleasure.

From what I understood, Sir Jason had signed up as Lydia’s apprentice just a week before. A keen, clever lad can learn a lot in seven days, under expert guidance.

By the time he released me from hanging on the scaffold, the experience had gone from exhilarating to excruciating. I almost wept with relief, but my elation did not last. He pushed me to the floor and lay me on my stomach, and bound me in a hog-tie. It was so severe that my torso was bent backwards at a right angle (or so it felt). After being stressed for so long on the frame, my arms and especially my shoulders burned as if beneath a red-hot grille; but the tiles bit frigidly into my bare flesh. As I endured, he went back to the other three women, and took them from the pillory to the bedroom set where he hog-tied them as well, in a row on the mattress.

It was two hours or more since the games had begun, but Sir Jason was nowhere near finished with us. He untied me except for my hands behind my back, blindfolded me, took me to the set and had me bend over one of the stools. There was a minute of suspenseful silence, and then I heard the bed frame squeak and groan and each of the women moan in turn. As he returned to me, however, even his commendable stamina had failed him, so he used a vibrating phallus to massage my already throbbing parts. And after that, I don’t remember much until we were in the apartment once more, and it was after midnight. I have a blurry image in my brain of the four of us crawling on our bellies to and from the elevator and into the living room, the Master hurrying us along with his whip. He then retired to his bedroom, leaving the four of us to recuperate from our ordeal.

Lucy, Rebecca and I remained in the living room, still somewhat dazed, while Lydia went to the kitchen. Her body and mind seemed to have recovered already.

“Do not sit on the sofa or the chairs,” she told me.

While we waited, I was shown the proper way to kneel on the rug, resting on my heels but with my thighs apart. When not being used or bound, my arms should be at Maltepe İranlı Escort my side or behind my back either folded or with wrists crossed.

“How do I know which to do?” I asked.

Lucy giggled. “You will know when you’ve done it wrong.”

Lydia brought in four mugs of steaming cocoa on a tray. She carried on as if she had not been absent.

“Yes, we’re sweaty and the leather costs a lot to keep clean. But that’s not the reason we sit on the floor. Except with the Master’s permission, we do not use the furniture.”

“It would be disrespectful,” Lucy added.

“We are not worthy,” Rebecca whispered, lowering her eyes as she said it.

I saw Lydia subtly shake her head as the others spoke. I guess we all had our different reasons for being in the apartment. But it amused me to hear our hostess talk of her home and its furnishings and her possessions as if they belonged to the young man. Yet they did, of course, along with the four of us, who shared the joy of womanhood and not the gift of manhood.

“For the same reason we do not cover our bodies,” Lydia continued, “even if the Master is not here, even when you’re alone. Your condition does not change in the absence of your owner. In fact, it is more imperative when there is no man present that you keep this in mind. Our nudity is one of the ways we express the two aspects of our womanhood — what we are and what we are not. Each is equally important in how you define yourself; and regardless of your circumstances, whomever you are with, whatever else changes, these are the constants in your life.”

“Only a man…” Rebecca hesitated. “Only the Master has the honor of wearing clothes.”

“It is his privilege to see us naked, to see all of what belongs to him,” Lucy added.

“And to enjoy it.”

“So being naked, seeing each other naked, even when the Master is away, is our reminder of that.”

Lydia looked straight into my eyes. “But it takes a while before this becomes second nature. So we have certain other (pardon my French) aides-mémoires.” She smiled. “You have experienced some of these tonight. There are others. They can come at any time.”

“You must always be ready and willing to serve…” Rebecca continued.

“…and prepared to suffer,” Lucy added.

“As it is with our nudity,” Lydia went on, “you must understand that the pain and degradation you endure are not just for the Master’s pleasure, although that is what we serve. They are, as well, for your instruction.”

She paused, to let that sink in. My brain was a swirl of thoughts and feelings — of fear and doubt, of hope and excitement and, of all things, pride — pride in myself because I had endured and passed my first test, in my fellow slaves for their strength and fortitude, in my Master who had shown himself worthy of our submission and servitude. Every part of me still hurt. Some parts, however, tingled deliciously… not just from Sir Jason’s attentions, but in anticipation and apprehension of what lay ahead.

“When you leave here, as you embark upon the next stage of your journey, you will find yourself more thoroughly enslaved and yet feel yourself more profoundly liberated than you could ever have believed possible.”

These were strange words. They sounded recited, like a memorized mantra, and I was not sure what to make of them. But as I studied Lydia’s flushed face and naked, pink-streaked body, what I could comprehend did at least begin to explain this beautiful, sophisticated, tough-minded woman’s oddly harmonious blend of dominance and subservience, her boundless energy, her amazing tenacity and docile humility. It was what had brought me to her apartment. Exactly as it had been with that other extraordinarily strong and sensual woman, Desirée, in exploring the mystery of Lydia I glimpsed the prospect (and ran the risk) of discovering some important things about myself.

She slapped her thigh. “Anyway, it’s late now and we are all exhausted. We shall take this up again tomorrow.” She turned to Rebecca. “The Master has chosen you tonight.”

The girl smiled wearily, nodded dutifully, and lifted herself slowly to her feet. Her statuesque frame was still feeling the ravages of the evening’s entertainment.

Lucy and I went to our room, and there was to be one last surprise in this day of revelation. As we lay together in the half-light of the softly glowing dresser lamp, my bedmate leaned across and began kissing my breasts and fondling me between my legs. I feebly tried to push her away, but she held my arms down, pressing my wrists into the pillow as she lay fully on top of me. Once I was able to compose myself, I gave in and allowed her to caress me, and I caressed her. We fell asleep with our bodies united and our limbs intertwined. When I awoke to the new dawning day, I found Rebecca asleep beside us.

***

“We would all be transformed if we had the courage to be what we are.”

— Marguerite Yourcenar, Alexis

It was easy to lose one’s sense of time in the apartment. I counted the days, but each seemed more like a week. It felt like we were living in a bubble sealed off from the rest of the world. Had it really been just months since I’d first entered the Gorean tavern? Not much more than twelve since I’d first gone to the Wooden Pony Club?

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The Spanking Agency Ch. 04

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The Spanking Agency 4 – A Proper Charlie.

Blimey. There are just some weeks when a hot and horny little sexpot just doesn’t know whether they’re coming or going. And that was most certainly the case for twenty-eight-year-old Melanie Sykes, one of the Spanking Agency’s favorite girls who was making her way towards her next appointment.

It was her third that week and even though she was worn out physically, inside she was flying as high as a kite on a sexual wave of pure naughtiness. Her poor well thrashed little bum and well-poked orifices had certainly been put through their paces these past few days.

Monday had been another session with the very enthusiastically swishy, Mr. Hall. He certainly was a whizz with his Colepepper cane. Good grief, he had her shrieking so loud she had lost her voice for a day or so as he wrapped his nasty little stick of wood around her fleshy backside. It was just as well she had a ridiculously high pain tolerance for he had left her arse in right state.

Then on Wednesday, the phone had rung. It was Dolly, the Agency’s secretary. Was she available for an appointment later that day? Had her bum recovered? It was an emergency last minute booking. A little get together with some spanking enthusiasts who were looking for a lady to have some belt slapping fun with. Silly question. Of course, she was available. Was there a bonus for double time? Yup. Very nice. Seven p.m sharp. Taxi all sorted.

By the time ten o’clock ticked around and she was safely on her way home in the back of that taxi, it felt as if her well walloped and blazingly sore rear was the size of a beach ball. It had certainly been a novelty to be spanked by three men all at once with each holding their own leather belt just itching to have a go at her poor rump.

Bent over a chair, first one had stepped up CRACK, then the next THERWHUPP and, finally, the third gentleman with a loud THERWICK that had her yelping and drumming her black-stockinged feet as they went around again for another round. And then again. And AGAIN.

Crikey, what a right carry on! As requested, to round off a thoroughly enjoyable evening, she had to service all three of her clients at the same time. By the time a taxi was called, her pussy and arsehole were as red raw as her poor bum!!

Melanie Sykes was having one helluva week which was about to get even more interesting.

***

It was a breezy Friday approaching the end of February that found the startlingly voluptuous and curvy Miss Sykes standing outside an late Victorian triple floored townhouse on the outskirts of London. Reaching into her pocket, she took out a folded piece of paper and re-checked the details.

Client: Charlie Winters.

Session: Spanking. Tawse.

Looking for: Submissive 25-30ish Naughty Girl.

Requirements: Feminine and busty.

Extras: Sex (and stuff)

Melanie raised her eyebrows. “AND stuff?” she thought to herself. What stuff? Stuff could mean anything, “Oh well. There but for the grace of my big fat arse go I.” she chuckled to herself and put the note away.

This was definitely the right address. Number 32. She reached forward and pressed the doorbell listening as the bell rang and echoed inside the building. It was still chilly so she rubbed her hands together and blew into them as people went about their daily business in the suburban street around her. She often wondered what those same people would think if they knew what her day job was. Looking through the glass in the door, she saw someone coming so she stepped back and put on her best smile as she made sure her impressive bust was obvious under her thick coat.

“Crikey,” she thought to herself as a shiver went up and down her spine, “What’s this Mr. Charlie Winters going to be like?” She might get lucky. He might be a gazillionaire who’ll sweep her and her bottom off her feet to a new life of luxury, firm spankings and bendy canes that made those delicious swishy sounds as they were laid on hard across naughty girls bottoms.

The door suddenly opened and Melanie blinked with surprise. Slightly startled, she glanced over the shoulder of the person who had answered the door.

“Er, hi hello,” she began hesitantly, “I was er looking for a Charlie Winters. A Mr. Charlie Winters. Is he around?”

The person smiled. “Oh yes, he’s definitely around. Sort of.”

Melanie bit her lip. Sort of? Was he or wasn’t he? Bugger. This could get awkward if she wasn’t careful. “Can you go get him as he has, er I have, an appointment with him.”

The person’s smile got wider.

“Oh, there’s no need,” she said with amusement, “You see I’m Charlie Winters.”

What? Really? Melanie couldn’t think of anything to say so she reached into her handbag, took out her purse and opened it.

“Hi,” she squeaked as she held up her business card, “I’m Melanie and I’m your girl from the Spanking Agency.”

***

As befitting the age of the house, the main sitting room was dominated by a grand fireplace Maltepe Ukraynalı Escort with an oak surround where a bundle of logs crackled and snapped merrily.

Sat perched on the edge of a dark leather chair, Melanie was, at last, coming to terms with the events of the previous few minutes. Talk about being knocked sideways and having your nipples twiddled with. Now she understood why Dolly had been so amused when she had handed over the details of her appointment that morning. She knew!! “Why that little cheeky bugger,” thought Melanie as her gaze dropped to the A4 sheet of paper she was holding with all the details of the appointment on it.

Oh blimey. THIS could REALLY get interesting. It never occurred to her that she would find herself in such a situation as this. Could she go through with it? She started to chew her lower lip. Maybe she should make her excuses and leave.

Aware that she was being watched by her client, she thought she had better say something. “Ummm, this is, well, not what I expected. Not that I have any problem with it you understand.” Her voice drifted off into an awkward silence.

The woman extended a hand. “Charlotte,” she said with a smile on her slightly angular face. “But everyone calls me Charlie.”

Melanie took the proffered hand and shook it. “Ummm, hello,” she replied hesitantly. “I’m Melanie. The girl from the uh ah,” She suddenly felt herself blushing again, “Spanking Agency.” The name of her employer came out as a rushed whisper. She blushed even more when she realized that particular hand would be getting rather more intimate with other parts of her person real soon if she decided to go through with everything.

She watched as the woman sat down opposite her. At a reasonable guess, she appeared to be in her early forties. A taut six-foot Amazonian figure with a shock of black curls which had been severely drawn back and pulled tight with a blue ribbon. She was dressed in a perfectly ironed no-nonsense white blouse buttoned to the neck over which a round silver pendant dangled on a silver chain over an obviously sizeable bust. Her skirt was a dull black speckled battleship grey which reached to just below her knees, and from where a pair of long black stockinged legs were crossed with absolute perfection.

Melanie suddenly felt like she was back at school. Sat there in front of a stern and starchy Miss Winterbottom, her last Headmistress, trying to explain away some teenage indiscretion and failing. The result of which usually found her bare bottomed over her desk getting a thorough walloping from a well-worn plimsoll. The memory made her shiver despite the fact that such experiences had defined both her character and sexuality in the end.

“I guess I’m not exactly what you expected, Melanie.” the woman said.

Melanie shook her head. “You could say that,” she replied with a wry smile.

The initial shock was beginning to fade and whatever reservations she had felt were starting to become less important. So another woman wanted to spank her – what was so bad about that? Absolutely nothing. Zip. Zilch. She had always gone by the mantra that life was meant to be lived to the max and that each new experience only added to the sum total of the whole.

This appointment would most definitely be an experience to remember. The spanking or the tawse she knew she could handle. It was just the “other” stuff that gave her a moment’s pause. Do stuff with another woman? Melanie felt her heart skip a beat and, to her surprise, she found herself getting a bit hot under the old knicker elastic as she imagined what two horny mature women could get up to.

“Does it shock you that I want to do things to your bottom?” asked Charlie suddenly, “Naughty spanking things.”

“Ummm, it did for a moment,” replied Melanie thoughtfully, “Though it really shouldn’t because of the things I’ve been asked to do, and have done, for the Agency.”

“Sounds a job with delightful prospects,” smiled the older woman. “Working in the service industry above and beyond the call of duty as it were. I think the Agency is a wonderful concept. Certainly for women like myself who have particular interests and needs they want to satisfy. It’s not something you can drop into a casual conversation at a Tupperware party is it.”

Melanie laughed. “No, I guess not. To be honest, Miss Winters,” she explained, “It’s not the idea of being spanked by another woman that bothers me. It’s just, well, you know, the other stuff. I’ve never been with a woman before.”

Charlie nodded. “Don’t worry, my dear, I won’t bite.” she promised, “Well, not at first,” She suddenly got to her feet, walked to the door and opened it through which Melanie could see a staircase, “Shall we?”

Melanie took a deep breath and followed the woman as they made their way upstairs and to whatever sights, sounds and delights fate had in store for her.

***

Upstairs was a tasteful but sparsely furnished spare bedroom. Against Maltepe Üniversiteli Escort the far wall, under an old-fashioned lattice framed window, was a single bed. To the right was what appeared to be an old wooden school desk and chair that once again reminded Melanie of her naughty adventures in fifth form which always ended up with her nursing a sore bottom.

She stood in the doorway feeling that awful but wantonly exciting tingle in the pit of her stomach as she watched Miss Winters go over to the desk and take out a large black bag. Melanie felt her bottom twitch. What had she said again as they climbed the stairs?

“From the moment you enter this room you will call me Miss Winters,” said her client, “Do you understand, Melanie?”

Melanie had nodded. “Ummm yes, Miss Winters.”

“The reason for your punishment shall be one which I shall think upon at my leisure as our little game progresses. I feel the anticipation of the unexpected is much more exciting, don’t you?” she asked.

Still standing in the doorway, Melanie frowned because whatever the reason was for her punishment, it would end as it always did with her having a scorching hot bot that would be sore and bruised for days. Taking a deep breath, she went over to stand in front of Miss Winters who was now sat on the chair in the middle of the room wondering what the next half hour or so would bring.

***

Shrugging off her blouse, Melanie stood before her punisher in nothing more than her industrial strength functional white bra, matching bum hugging knickers, black stockings and suspenders. This was her first female on female encounter and she felt, well, just how exactly did she feel? To her immediate surprise, she was tingling from head to toe in anticipation and was trembling like a jelly on a plate. She could definitely get used to this.

Miss Winters sat looking her up and down. Melanie wondered what the “excuse” would be for her spanking and the rest. Maybe she would be the naughty schoolgirl caught snogging behind the bike sheds or a temp secretary who happened to send an important package to Timbuktoo by mistake and now had to take a thorough thrashing from her butch supervisor or else get the sack instead.

“So Sykes,” said Miss Winters tartly. “Just how big was his cock?”

Melanie felt her mouth drop open in surprise as she blushed from head to toe. “I beg your pardon?!”

“You heard me, girl,” said the other woman sternly, “Cocks girl. I asked you how big his cock was. Are you going to tell me or not?”

What cock? His cock? WHO’S cock?

“Ummm, I’m not er sure I understand,” Melanie mumbled as she stood there rooted to the spot with her hands clasped in front of her as she twiddled her thumbs nervously. She must look like a ripe beetroot from head to toe. Crikey, talk about expecting the unexpected. What had one of the Agency girls said to her again? Never underestimate the imagination and being able to think on your feet. Boy, she had that right.

Miss Winters sighed. “Get across my lap, Sykes.”

Melanie reached around and cupped both her full bottom cheeks. Here we go, girls. She stepped to Miss Winters right side and let the other woman guide her over her lap. With a soft grunt, Melanie felt herself being bumped and maneuvered into the most helpless position imaginable with her large knickered bum sticking right up in the air. Her bum was so high, her nose was practically touching the carpet at the other end. She felt a firm hand rub all over her bottom as she waited for that first hard spank.

“I know all about you and that lout from the Mailroom Sykes,” said Miss Winters, “Murphy I think his name is. A time waster and slacker from what I hear. You know company policy, girl. NO SUCKING COCKS AT WORK!!”

Melanie bit her lip to stop herself laughing. She was in trouble because she swallowed some blokes dick during office hours? Well, that was as good an excuse as any to spank her fat arse she sighed.

“H..how did you find out?” she sniffed.

“Grapevine, Sykes. Grapevine. If so much as a paperclip goes missing in this place I’d know about it,” her accuser stated firmly.

Melanie felt her knickers being tugged up so that the thin gusset disappeared between the cheeks of her arse. “I’m sorry,” she pleaded as she felt herself being bounced around so that her backside would be at maximum spankablity, “I didn’t know sucking big dongs was against the rules. I’m new!!” she wheedled as her nose touched the carpet.

Miss Winters was having none of it. “That’s no excuse, you silly little hussy,” she hissed as she cracked her knuckles over the girls quivering bum, “What made you do it?!”

That was a tough one. Why would any sensible, self-respecting girl about town want to suck such a nasty little worm like that?

“Because I can’t help myself, Miss Winters,” blurted out Melanie, “I have a weakness for big juicy wibbly wobbly cocks and dribbly wibbly dicks!!”

CRACK!! Melanie yelped Maltepe Vip Escort at the first spank. “OOoooo, yeowch,” she winced as she wiggled her hips enthusiastically. The initial sting faded to leave that nice buzzy wuzzy feeling she absolutely adored.

“A juicy cock or not,” retorted Miss Winters, “It is against the rules to suck it on Company property. So now you must pay for the consequences of your actions. I’ve asked you once – how big was his disgusting cock?”

Melanie twiddled her nose. “Well, seeing as I didn’t have anything to measure it with I’ll have to have a guess,” she gasped with her arse higher than her head, “Let me think now. Oooh, I reckon it must have been all of ten inches long and as fat as a can of beans!!”

SMACK!! “OwwwwwCHHH!!” squealed Melanie as she bounced up and down on the older woman’s lap. Oh wow, that one stung. Blimey, she had a hard hand, “Please, Miss Winters. That hurt my poor bum something rotten!”

“It was meant to hurt, you silly little girl,” snorted her spanker, “Ten inches you say? Well, the rules state that for every inch you sucked and swallowed, you shall receive ten good hard firm spanks in return followed by twenty lashes of the office tawse. Do you understand?”

“Yes Miss Winters,” whispered Melanie as she prepared herself for her punishment and whatever came after.

The spanking that followed was as erotically and painfully thrilling as anything she had ever experienced and then some.

***

Melanie gave a last orgasmic grunt and sigh of pleasure as she flopped limply over the woman’s lap as her spanking came to an end. Her now bare bottom felt twice it’s normal size as she lay there exhausted and glowingly satisfied at this new adventure. One hundred spanks she was told she was going to get and one hundred spanks was what she got. The throbbing they left behind was absolutely wonderfully delicious. She was also as horny as hell as she felt Miss WInters caressing her red arse and teasing a finger down the crack of her bottom and between her damp and fluttering pussy flaps.

Whatever was coming next she was more than ready for.

“Alright Sykes, get up. Remove your knickers and kneel on the chair with your bottom stuck out,” Miss Winters ordered.

Melanie struggled to her feet and stood for a moment massaging her burnt bumpers with a grimace. Blimey, they even FELT hot. She glanced at her client who had gone over to the desk to get something from the bag. She quickly slipped off her knickers and innocently crossed both her hands over her shaven pussy. The tingle of delicious shame and embarrassment making her face as red as her bottom.

Thrillingly awkward was the best way to put it. To be naked and sexually aroused in front of another woman was a situation she never thought she’d find herself in. But here she was. And here they were. And she was loving it. She glanced up as Miss Winters came to stand in front of her. In her right hand was a fearsome looking leather split tawse and she shivered with dread and anticipation.

“Remove your tits from your bra, Sykes.”

Melanie blinked. “Excuse me?”

Miss Winters poked the tawse handle at the younger woman’s impressive bust. “I said, pull those big tits of yours out of their cups and let them hang over the top of your bra. Like the brazen little cock sucking slut you are.”

Melanie blushed even more. “S…ser…slut?”

“Yes, slut,” sneered the woman, “Isn’t that what you are? A dirty little whore who likes nothing more than giving disgusting blowjobs to every Tom, Dick, and Harry she meets. I wouldn’t be surprised if you enjoyed swallowing their creamy spunk too when they cum in your mouth. Am I right, you snake-hipped harlot?”

Melanie nodded sheepishly. Well, that was true enough. Spunk DID taste ever so tasty when it came fresh and creamy from a big set of hairy balls!

“What about up your bottom?”

“My bottom?” gasped Melanie as she felt her ears burning. She could feel her heart thumping louder and louder in her chest as she erotically lifted each full breast from her brassiere and let them flop invitingly over the rim of each large cup.

Miss Winters reached forward and teased each nipple with the tawse handle. “Arse, my dear,” she sneered, “Do you let him fuck you right up your tight little arse?”

Melanie didn’t have to pretend on that score. She and her various boyfriends had done that deed plenty of times. Maybe the whole loving “taking it up the bum” was a symptom of her spanking thang.

“Sometimes,” she conceded, “If he squeezes some Vaseline up there first.”

Miss Winters nodded triumphantly and stood there looking at her with both hands on her hips. “I thought so, you little cock sucking, arse shagging tramp. Kneel on the chair and stick that naughty bottom of yours right out. You’re going to get a right bloody thrashing from my fucking tawse.”

Doing as she was told, Melanie hesitantly kneeled on the wooden chair and stuck her posterior up as far as it would go. Even though she loved getting a proper spanking, she absolutely LOVED getting whipped with anything leather. The feel of leather on her sore bottom was absolute heaven and she couldn’t wait.

Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long as Miss Winters beat her poor derriere until it was black and blue.

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The Submissive Mistress Ch. 02

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Girlfriend

(This is a re-write, I fixed two spelling errors (clothes instead of cloths) and a numeric error (80 total swats not 100).

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Chapter 2.

Kelly continued, “Oh my God! Jack wasn’t kidding. He me that you liked to be tied up and spanked. I thought he was kidding.”

Trish spoke, “Ah – Jack is going to be right back so you better leave.” She could feel the blush heat her face – her face was almost as hot as her ass. She was so humiliated by being discovered by the maid – but she was also so damm horny from the spanking.

“Actually”, Kelley said, “that’s not what was on his calendar. I checked when I clean the mess you left for me on Thursday, it said that he was going to be golfing with Rod this morning. There was another note just below that said, T bound in the garage. I had to find out if that meant you so I watched him leave and now here you are. “

Kelley walked around Trish’s naked bound form as she talked, inspecting her nude, bound boss.

She was going to like spanking her and whipping her tight sexy ass.

Jack had actually planned all this – he told Kelley he was going to tie Trish up for her to see how Trish reacted to a woman. He told Kelley to spank Trish, either in the garage or in the house or maybe in backyard. He wanted it to be a surprise to Trish so he could see if Trish would confess later what happened or if she would leave it a secret. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her, he was curious to see what she would do.

“Kelley – I think you better let me go so Jack doesn’t wonder what happened here.” Trish vainly said – hoping perhaps that Kelley would untie her and leave so Trish could finger her hot pussy.

“Well, if I let you go, Jack will certainly wonder what happened here. How would you get away? You are locked up like a convict. Well, not a real convict, more like a slave, or a little slut. I think we’ll have some fun before he gets back. I guess I should close the door though so the neighbors don’t wonder too much about their nude bound slut next door, Maltepe Yabancı Escort don’t you? But first I have to get some toys out of my car.”

With that Trish heard Kelley open a car door and get something out and then close the car door and then close the garage.

Trish had no choice but to bend back over exposing her pussy and ass to Trish as the garage door closed.

“What are you going to do?” Trish nervously asked.

“Well I’m first going to spank your lazy ass. I think it’s time I whip you into shape. You have been making my life miserable – so I think it’s time to give you an incentive to be a lot neater around the house.”

Trish couldn’t believe her ears – or her pussy. Instead of being outraged or angry by the turn of events she was even wetter than before. Being submissive to her maid turned her on. She only hoped the maid didn’t notice.

“I like you in this position – it puts that lazy ass of yours in a perfect position for a whipping. Plus with your legs spread so wide I can see how wet you are. I bet I could get my biggest dildo in your pussy right now. Look at your pussy, you are so wet! Too bad I didn’t bring it.” Kelley ran her hand between Trish’s cheeks and rubbed her soaking wet pussy, working one then two, then three fingers in her cunt.

“You are a wet cunt, you know that Trish.” Kelley said as she continued to finger her Mistress.

“Your pussy is so wet it’s clear you like this. Don’t you slut.”

“No I don’t”, Trish said softly – though her body betrayed her.

“You are such a slut!” Kelley whispered, her voice deep with lust, “your pussy is soaking my hand and you have the nerve to say you don’t like this. That will get you twenty swats with the paddle bitch.” Kelley said harshly. She then lined up behind Trish and spanked her hard with the paddle 10 times on each cheek. Trish didn’t cry out or ask her to stop, she just pushed her ass out for more. Trish couldn’t believe how turned on she was by submitting to Kelley. What kind of slut was Maltepe Yeni Escort she!

“Not enough for you slut?” Kelley asked. Without waiting for an answer Kelley started spanking Trish again, this time not stopping at ten or twenty per cheek, she gave Trish 80, 40 per cheek.

Trish finally started to ask Kelley to stop at about the 50 mark, begged her to stop at 60, and was crying at 80.

Trish’s ass was bright red, two hot red globes in front of Kelley’s eyes. She ran her hands over her Mistresses cheeks and then between them. Trish pushed her ass into her hand – begging to be allowed to cum.

“Please make me cum, please.” Trish said between sobs. Her pussy was on fire, and it was dripping wet.

Kelley was amazed – both at how much Trish could take and how horny she was. She didn’t know she would be so turned on by this. “Not yet slut – I’m going to cum first!” With that Kelley stripped off her cloths.

Trish could hear but not see her young maid strip off her clothing. She knew basically what Kelley looked like but she didn’t know what she was going to do.

Kelley’s body was nicely proportioned – 34C, 24, 36 – with short brown hair and firm dancers legs and cute pixie face. Kelley stripped off her and reached into her goody bag, pulling out a nice 8″ dildo and harness. She liked being fucked and fucking.

This looked like a good time to fuck her boss.

She slide on the harness and walked in front of Trish – shoving the fake cock in her mouth.

“Suck on it slut – I bet you like to suck dick.” Kelley held Trish’s face in her hands as she fucked the dildo in and out of her mouth. The base of the dildo rubbed against her clit as she slid the cock in and out.

“Ah yes – ah yes – now suck my clit” She pulled the dildo aside and mashed her pussy to Trish’s lips and tongue.

“Ahh – yes, ah yes, suck me you cunt sucking slut – lick me you little bitch.” Trish loved being called names and Kelley loved dominating her boss this way. She loved having her bosses Maltepe Masaj Salonu tongue in her cunt. Rubbing her clit on Trish’s lips and nose she came in a shudder.

She came down slowly from her orgasm, letting her former boss continue to lick up and down her pussy. After a few more minutes of licking Kelley pulled her soaking pussy from Trish’s face.

“Now it’s time to fuck that pretty cunt of yours – time for you to cum like the hot little slut you are. Isn’t that what you are Trish? A hot little slut?”

“Yes -“, Trish said – eager to feel something in her pussy. “Please fuck me.”

“Tell me what you are and I’ll fuck you.” Kelley teased as she pulled the dildo back into place and move behind Trish.

“I’m a slut.” Trish said quietly.

“Louder slut – or I won’t fuck you with this.” Kelley said as she slapped the wet dildo against Trish’s red hot ass – slap – slap – slap.

“I’m a slut – please fuck me.” Trish said louder this time.

“Louder – bitch – or I’ll just leave you here till Jack gets back.” Kelley teased.

Her face burning with humiliation Trish said in a loud voice, “I’m a slut – a cunt sucking slut – please fuck me.”

“Say it while I’m fucking you slut – I want to hear how you like to be fucked.” Kelley said as she easily slid the long hard dildo deep in her Mistresses slit.

“I’m – a – slut – a – pussy- licking – slut – fuck – me – hard.”

Each word was accented by a long hard thrust from Kelley.

“Mistress, call me your Mistress slut.” Kelley said as she drove the dildo home again and again.

“I- am – a – slut – Mistress – a – pussy – eating – slut.”

Kelley fucked her boss faster and faster as she felt Trish’s climax rise and her own orgasm building.

“Ahhh – yes – Mistress – fuck – me.” Trish cried out in a scream as she came again and again.

Kelley kept fucking Trish even after she came – taking herself over the brink again and again.

“You slut – you are so fucking wet and so hot.” Kelley said as she slowed the tempo of her slapping thrusts.

“I’m going to like whipping your ass and fucking it from now on.” She said and she pulled the wet dildo from Trish.

“This will be a lot of fun. Now lick it clean.” Trish couldn’t say anything as her mouth was stuffed with the dildo that was just in her pussy.

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The Baroness’ Seat of Learning Ch. 05

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Matilda slept fitfully that night. Between the pain in various places and the fear of what her life would be like, the baroness was just unable to relax. But, the dawn came inevitably, and it was time for Matilda to face another day.

The next week and half or so became a blur. Everyday was the same. Matilda would get up and have her one meal of the day. She would spend the rest of the day starving and dreading her evening’s inspection.

Each night, she would report to the hall with the broomsticks stuck up her holes. Lily would make her spread and then she would play with her holes. Then she would yank the poles out. After that, she would have to suck off some servant. Lily said this was to improve her “skills”. Some skill. Finally, they would bend her over, shove the sticks back in her, and send her off with a switch to her pussy.

Matilda didn’t know how much more of this she could take. Every morning she woke up sick at her stomach, knowing what was in store for her that evening. Every night she went to bed with the awful taste of sperm in her mouth and a terrible sting between her legs. The worst part, however, was the gnawing hunger that was her constant companion.

Then, about ten days after her new routine had started, Matilda was going down for her breakfast. Lily handed her the bowl of cereal and left. Matilda started to go back to her room, when she noticed something left on the table. There was a huge piece of ham just sitting there. The baroness couldn’t stand it. There was no one looking and Matilda didn’t even risk taking it with her. The ravenous woman simply grabbed the ham and wolfed it down. Then, she picked her bowl back up and headed off to her room.

That night, Matilda prepared herself for another humiliation. She shoved the sticks up her holes, tied her boobs up, and headed off to her inspection. The evening began the same way all the others had. Matilda was spread open and the sticks pulled from her holes. Then she ended up with another load of cum in her mouth. But, while she was trying to get that vile taste out, Lily changed the evening. The baroness listened to what Lily was saying, and tried to bolt out of the room. However, two of the servants grabbed her.

The two male servants, hauled Matilda back over to Lily. Lily was announcing that the baroness had stolen extra food and needed to be punished. Matilda cringed in abject terror, as Lily said that since her mouth had committed the infraction, her mouth should be punished. The poor woman was trying to guess what Lily would do, when the girl began speaking again. Lily said that the trouble with punishing Matilda’s mouth was that it just wasn’t any fun. So they would find a more amusing part to work on.

Lily said that they had given the matter some thought, and since it was her mouth that had caused the problem, they would simply punish her other mouth. In other words they would punish her pussy. Lily told Matilda to lay down on her back. The baroness started to object, but Lily told her that if she didn’t get moving, Matilda would get another fire lit up her ass. Quickly, the baroness got down on her back. She had no idea what was going to happen to her, but it couldn’t be as bad as that.

When Matilda was down on her back, Lily pulled out her surprise. Matilda looked up, and Lily was holding a large wooden croquet ball. The baroness was just thinking that Lily couldn’t possibly be going to shove that in her, when the girl said that since Matilda had voluntarily stuffed one mouth, they would stuff the other. The obese woman started to scream and get up, but she was too fat to move very quickly. Before she could even roll over, two men had grabbed her legs and were pulling them wide apart.

Matilda was terrified. She screamed at Lily to please not do this to her. But then she saw the woman kneel down between her legs, holding that croquet ball. A moment later, the baroness screamed even louder, as she felt the lips of her vagina being stretched apart. Matilda tried desperately to pull her legs free, but she was way too out of shape and the men were far stronger than she was.

The horrified baroness couldn’t see what was happening. Her rolls of fat blocked her vision completely. But she could feel Lily’s fingers pulling on her lower lips. Then she felt something very hard pressing against her vagina. Matilda realized that it was that croquet ball, and Lily really was going to try to stuff that up her Maltepe Grup Escort hole. The baroness continued to beg the girl not to shove that in her, but Lily just told Matilda to open wide.

Lily knew she couldn’t get that ball in dry, so she had dipped it in bacon grease. The thing was incredibly slick, but it still wouldn’t go up that hole. Lily called two other servants over and had them grab Matilda’s lips. When they pulled them apart, the hole became visible. Lily told the two people holding the lips, to pull them apart as far as they possibly could. They did, and Lily could see the hole began to yawn open a little in front of her. She put the ball right at the entrance and began to shove. For a moment it still wouldn’t move. But then, it pushed its way in a little and the opening began to stretch around it.

Matilda was in an absolute panic. Two men were holding her legs, and Lily had two more people actually prying her vaginal lips apart. The baroness could actually feel herself stretching open. Then, Matilda felt that wooden ball press back against her. The thing was being pressed up against her so hard it hurt. Then Matilda really screamed as she felt the thing begin to stretch her open and work its way inside.

The baroness let out one shriek after another, as that ball made its way into her passage. Matilda kept thinking that no more would fit, but her hole kept stretching wider and wider, and that croquet ball kept going in. Then, all of a sudden, the widest part of the ball made it through the opening, and the rest of it just popped in. Matilda thought she had been hit in the gut, when that ball popped through and was shoved to the back of her pussy. The baroness absolutely couldn’t breathe. All she could feel was that huge lump stuck up inside her. Matilda gasped for several seconds before she was able to begin breathing again.

When Matilda was finally able to breathe again, Lily was yelling at her to get up. Matilda tried, but she just couldn’t seem to stand. After a while, Lily just had the two guys who had been holding her legs, haul her to her feet. After she was standing, all Matilda could concentrate on was that huge object stuck inside her. The baroness was still wondering how she would get it out, when Lily told her the rest of her punishment.

Lily told Matilda that she needed her sticks back and then she needed her stripe. Also, since she was being punished, she would get two extras. The poor baroness started to cry. She was so stuffed with that ball stuck inside her, and that switch HURT!

The baroness was so upset about the extra stripes, that she forgot to worry about the sticks. If she had, she would have realized that the croquet ball would present a major problem for her brooms. Lily told Matilda to bend over and spread. The baroness did as she was told, and shortly her spread open bottom and anus were once again available for stuffing. Her situation was finally driven home to Matilda, when Lily said that since the baroness’ pussy was already full, they would just have to stuff both broomsticks up her butt.

Matilda wanted to beg Lily not to shove both sticks in there, but after having her shove the croquet ball up her vagina, she knew Lily wouldn’t listen anyway. So the baroness just waited for her butt to be crammed full. A moment later, she was groaning, as once again she had a broomstick up her ass. Then she started moaning for real, as her anus was stretched wide open by the second broomstick. It took a little while, but Matilda finally had both broomsticks lodged way up her ass. The poor fat woman just stood there, bent over and stuffed.

The baroness was so beaten down and humiliated that she didn’t even try to avoid getting her butt striped again. She just waited for the sting of the switch. But then Lily was telling her to stand up straight again. With all those things stuck in her, that actually was a very difficult request, but Matilda managed to get there. Matilda actually thought that they were going to have mercy on her and not switch her. Then she realized how wrong she was, as Lily moved in front of her and grabbed her huge tits by the nipples. She pulled them up as far as she could, while Frederick moved off to the side with the switch. The baroness screamed for them not to whip her like that, just as the switch swung into the undersides of her boobs.

Poor Matilda forgot all about her overstuffed holes, as that switch Maltepe Manken Escort connected with her jugs. The pain shooting through her tits drowned out everything else. She reached up to grab her stinging boobs and began trying to hop around. Unfortunately, Lily still had her grip on her nipples, and all the baroness did was manage to stretch her tits even more. Also, that ball inside her started to move. Matilda’s hopping had it trying to force its way back out. The weight of the thing was pushing against her hole from the inside. The baroness quickly put her hands back between her legs to hold things steady down there.

When his wife had her hands back down at her pussy, and Lily had those huge jugs stretched out again, Frederick switched Matilda’s tits again.

Poor Matilda had just gotten her bearings back, when that switch lashed her boobs again. She tried to grab her poor breasts, but the weight of the croquet ball was too much for her to let go. She had to hold her hands between her legs, no matter how much her tits stung. All the baroness could do was hop around and scream until the pain in her boobs let up.

When the baroness was stable again, Lily pulled the boobs out in front and started shaking them up and down by their nipples. The weight tugging against those poor tips ached terribly, but Matilda still couldn’t move her hands to do anything about it. Lily just kept shaking Matilda’s breasts around. Then she asked her if she was ready for them to be switched again.

Matilda began to beg Lily not to whip her tits again. They hurt so bad, and the underneath side was so sensitive. The baroness kept pleading with Lily, but the girl began to pull her boobs up again, very slowly. The fat baroness watched her tits move higher and higher, and she kept begging Lily not to hit under them again. But then her boobs were pointing straight up again, and Frederick was lining up the switch. Matilda saw him pull his arm back. She closed her eyes and screamed!! Nothing happened.

Nothing happened! Matilda opened her eyes. Lily was still holding her tits up, and Frederick was holding the switch. But the baron hadn’t whipped it under her boobs. Then Lily smiled at the baroness and asked her what she would do to avoid getting her tits switched again.

Frantically, Matilda screamed “ANYTHING!!!”

“Okay then,” said Lily, “get on your knees and beg someone to put a cock in your mouth. If by the time I count 5, you’re sucking on someone’s dick, you won’t get whipped on the undersides of your boobs again.” With that, Lily dropped Matilda’s tits and watched them bounce around until they came to rest.

Matilda hated having a penis in her mouth. But it was nothing compared to having that switch land on her breasts. Quickly, the baroness dropped to her knees and asked for someone to put a penis in her mouth. Nobody moved. Lily began counting. Matilda asked again, and still no one moved. Lily said “1… 2….”

The baroness was about to panic again. Why wouldn’t someone stick his penis in her mouth? Dear God! Lily was counting and she was up to 3. Matilda opened her mouth wide, and screamed. “SOMEONE STICK THEIR COCK IN MY MOUTH, QUICK!!!!” Then she just knelt there with her mouth open. Fortunately for her, one of the guys did as she asked. The baroness couldn’t even see who it was. Suddenly, a penis pushed into her open mouth. Without any hesitation, Matilda closed her mouth around it and began sucking.

Matilda had already swallowed one load of the awful liquid, but to save her boobs she would happily take another. The baroness sucked and sucked, and sure enough, a few minutes later another load of cum shot into her mouth. The baroness swallowed it all down and continued sucking on the dick in her mouth. She had no idea how long she was supposed to keep this up, and she didn’t dare stop until she was told to.

Finally, Lily told Matilda that she could stop. The baroness released the penis from her mouth and stood up. It still wasn’t easy with the brooms and the croquet ball shoved in her, but she managed. Matilda sighed with relief as Lily told her that she had indeed saved the bottoms of her boobs.

Then Matilda became confused. Lily walked over to her and grabbed her tits. She had one in each hand and was squeezing them so that they pointed straight ahead. The baroness didn’t know what was going on. Lily had her tits squeezed down so that both nipples Maltepe Masöz Escort were pointing straight away from her. Then she saw Frederick move along side her and raise the switch.

Matilda tried to pull back, but Lily’s grip on her boobs was too tight. The baroness screamed at Lily that she had promised not to whip her tits. Lily just smiled. Then she told Matilda that all she had promised was that the bottoms of her boobs wouldn’t be switched. She hadn’t said anything about Matilda’s nipples.

HER NIPPLES! Oh no. Matilda realized at that moment, that the way Lily had her tits extended, her nipples were a perfect target for Frederick’s switch. Then, before Matilda could even react to her new understanding, Frederick whipped the switch down hard. It smacked right across both of the baroness’ distended nipples. Then Matilda’s whole world went red.

There was nothing but pain. One moment Matilda was standing in her hall. The next she had no idea where she was. All she knew was that her breasts must have exploded. The baroness couldn’t even scream. The pain was so intense that she couldn’t react at all. Matilda just stood there for a few seconds, then she collapsed to her knees and grabbed both her tits.

After a little while, Matilda was able to breathe again. As soon as she could, she began to scream at the top of her lungs. The baroness clutched her poor tits right over the nipples. She squeezed and rubbed. Anything to get the pain to subside. It felt like a fire was burning through her breasts from the inside. Matilda’s tits hurt so bad, that she completely forgot about the ball up her cunt, and the brooms up her butt. It was almost ten minutes later, before the weight pushing out of her pussy finally reminded her. The miserable baroness let go of her boobs and move her hands back to clutch her vagina. The weight pushing from the inside was unbearable.

When his wife had managed to release her boobs and gone back to clutching her pussy, Frederick reached over and picked up her huge tits. He held them straight out again. Sure enough, there was a beautiful red stripe going directly across the front of both boobs and covering both nipples. He pinched both irritated nipples and was rewarded with another shriek from Matilda.

The baroness was trying to adjust the weight inside her vagina, when Frederick pinched her nipples. Suddenly her breasts were on fire again. Matilda screamed, but she couldn’t release her crotch. The ball was trying to push out, and it hurt way to much to release it.

Then, Frederick told Matilda she was done for the evening and could leave. Matilda asked him what she was supposed to do about the ball stuck up inside her. The baron just told her that it was her problem, but that she’d better return it the following evening. Of course whether it was in her hand, or up her cunt, made no difference to him.

Then Matilda just stumbled back towards her room. It was an incredible sight to see. Frederick and Lily both laughed so hard it hurt. There was the baroness walking away, with both hands clutching her pussy. And behind her, two broomsticks wiggled as she walked.

Matilda made it back to her room. When she was inside, the baroness carefully extracted the broomsticks from her bottom. It wasn’t easy with both of them stuck in there, and she had to pull them out slowly. That left only the ball stuck inside her.

The baroness lay down on the bed and tried to reach inside herself to find the ball. It was hopeless. The thing was way too big for her to even come close to getting a grip on. Finally, she realized the only way that thing was coming out was for its own weight to force it out.

Matilda stood up and began to cry. She knew how much this was going to hurt, but there was no other way. The baroness stood there until she could feel the ball begin to push at her hole. Then, Matilda began to hop up and down. That got the ball going. Every time she landed, the ball pushed a little farther out. Of course, each time the ball pushed out, it also stretched Matilda’s pussy wider.

The baroness wasn’t sure she could stand it. The ball was almost out, but her poor vagina was stretched open so far, that Matilda was sure it was tearing. She had to get that croquet ball out of her before her vagina was completely ruined. Her mind made up, Matilda gave one last very hard jump.

Frederick and Lily were in the baron’s quarters talking about the evening’s activities. They were just agreeing that they had been an overwhelming success, when they heard an ear-piercing scream followed by the sound of a heavy object hitting the floor. It was quite a while after that before the two of them could quit laughing enough to continue their conversation.

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