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I couldn’t see anything at all. The blindfold I was forced to wear made sure of that. I found myself naked with my back firmly against some sort of solid structure. My wrists were bound and tied securely above my head in either direction, while my ankles were also bound and tied, forcing me into a spread eagle position. There was no room to move, no chance of escape.

“What do you want with me?! I can give you money.” A feeling of helplessness was beginning to take hold.

“I don’t want your money, you pathetic piece of shit!” The hissing female voice came from about six feet directly in front of me.

“Then, what the hell do you want?!” I frantically asked. “My car?! Jewelry?! What?!”

“Don’t worry; you’ll figure it out soon enough.” Her threatening tone gave way to a sinister laugh.

Suddenly, there was silence. I tried to concentrate and listen for any sounds that might tell me what she was planning next, but all I could hear was the sound of my heartbeat and my frantic breathing. Without my sight, the silent treatment was maddening.

“What do you want?!?” I shouted, trying to elicit some type of a response.

“But you already know what I want. Just say the word.”

“That’s the problem. I don’t know what you want! What word?!”

She pressed something pointy against my chest. Was it a stick? Some type of weapon? There was no way for me to know, and then, she smacked me with it. Whack! Whatever it was, it stung like a son of a bitch as it made contact with my chest.

“Fuuuuck!” I yelped as I struggled against my restraints to no avail.

“Did that jog your memory?” I could feel her nails rake across the area of my chest she had just assaulted.

“How should antakya escort I know?!” I yelled back in desperate frustration. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!”

“Okay, have it your way.” She landed another shot near the first one. Whack!

“Holy shit, that stings!!!” I could feel the burning sensation from the welt that was undoubtedly already forming on my chest.

“Still got amnesia? Damn, that’s unfortunate. One word could make all of this stop.” Before I could protest, I felt her hand cupping my testicles and slowly applying pressure. “These seem like they might be important to you.”

“Oh god! Please… please no!” I begged. She was far from applying full strength, but it was already beginning to get uncomfortable down there.

I felt her grip soften a bit and then move from my sack to my cock. She squeezed it gently with her bare hand, and I felt the involuntary rush of blood between my legs as it came to life. My body tensed as she gripped my shaft at the base and tugged gently downward in a milking motion.

“What… What are you doing?!” I had no idea what to expect next. Her hand on my cock felt incredible compared to being hit with a stick.

Without warning, she placed her lips around my tip and began to suckle gently. There was no mistaking that warm and wet feeling as her tongue swirled around my head. My cock quickly swelled to full size as she exploited my hypersensitivity. Being fully incapacitated with no chance for escape only served to heighten the experience. It was a simultaneous cocktail of ecstasy and torture. I groaned loudly as the sensory overload took its toll; my whole body was clenched and begging for antalya escort release. Finally, she pulled my head from her mouth with an audible popping sound, and it stood at attention.

“Now… Is there anything you want to tell me?” She was persistent in her efforts to break me down, but to what end? I feared how far she might take this, how much pain she might inflict.

“I’ve told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about! How can I tell you what I don’t know?!”

I felt her hand caress the side of my face. “I will help you remember.”

“Remember what?!?” Her insistence was terrifying.

“Is your name James Adams?” she asked as she grabbed me by the throat.

“I don’t underst…” WHACK! She hit me with increased force across my bare chest once again. “What the fuck?!!”

“I asked you a simple yes or no question. So let’s try this again. Is your name James Adams?” The tone of her voice suggested that she was in no mood to repeat herself.

“Yes,” I replied. “But I think you have the wrong James Adams.” WHACK!! It felt like being smacked with a thin piece of wooden dowel rod. I gritted my teeth and winced.

“Yes… or no. Is your address 1337 Silver Oak Drive?”

“Yes.” I was still recovering from the last shot, which landed across my midsection.

“Is your wife’s name Mary?”

“Where is she?! If you’ve done something to her, so help me, I’ll…” My attempted threat was met with another WHACK!!

“Is your wife’s name Mary?”

“Yes.” The sting of her torturous aggression had finally brought me to a state of compliance.

“To answer your question, she’s not here right now, but I suppose she might show up later. I guess we’ll antalya merkez escort just have to see.” She ran her hand across my chest, paying special attention to the welts she had left behind. Subtle hints of vanilla and orange blossoms emanated from her skin. It was a scent with which I was all too familiar.

Her hand left my chest; moments later, her tongue flicked across my left nipple, causing it to rise to attention. The sensation was intense and magnified by my lack of sight. She wrapped her lips around my nip and began to suckle it gently at first. Finally, she bit down, slowly increasing her pressure until I was scared she might bite it off!

“OUCH!!!” I bellowed. She quickly released her grip before giving it one last lick.

“Maybe now we’re getting somewhere.” Moments later, I could feel her tongue land around my waistline and slowly travel up my midsection in a serpentine motion until she arrived back at my chest. “Mmmm… delicious. I’m sure Mary would approve… if she were here.”

“Just tell me what you want!!” I pleaded. “Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you!!”

“Oh, but you already know what I want, James.” She brushed my cheek with her hand.

“But I don’t know!” She was pressuring me for something I wasn’t prepared to give.

“Tonight,” she whispered as she leaned in close. “Tonight, I am going to own you, James. I’m going to punish you for all your filthy little thoughts, and should it please me, I might provide you with some pleasure as well.” I could feel her warm breath against my neck. “Unless, of course…” she trailed off.

“Unless what?!?”

“Unless you say that one little word… and then, all of this stops.” This was her goal, to take me beyond my breaking point. “Say it, James. One little word… isn’t that what you want? Aren’t you ready for this to stop?”

“No! No, Mistress! Please, don’t stop!” I could feel my cock throbbing as it reacted to her every word.

“Good. I was hoping you might say that.”

WHACK!!!

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CONTENT WARNING: This story contains elements of reluctance/non-consent. If you don’t want to read those topics, you have been warned.

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One summer I decided to go sunbathing at a local wilderness area just outside the city. It’s kind of a natural watershed with some large ponds, groves of trees and open fields. It is popular with nudists who can’t make it all the way to the coast. Even though it isn’t an official nudist area the police don’t intervene.

It is also a known cruising spot but I wasn’t here for that. I’ll admit to routinely having high levels of sexual desire but today I wasn’t interested in fooling around. I only wanted to sunbath naked, the way nature intended, and to feel the sun and wind against my skin. All of my skin. Usually I prefer to go to my favorite nude beach but today I was in the mood for a quiet place, tucked away, where I could be alone and avoid the crowds.

I parked my car and followed the trails through the trees all the way to the shoreline of one of the ponds. Naked men were laid out on towels here and there, spread out at random. I’ll admit that sharing the small beach area with other men sounded like fun but I decided to head away from the pond and find somewhere more private.

I passed a few more men along the way, some relaxing on their towels and some stroking and playing around, not even trying to hide their activity. I just smiled, enjoying the sexual vibe, and continued on until I found the perfect place on the edge of a field next to some trees. The tall grass provided additional privacy and there was no one else in sight.

Someone had already flatted out a small cove in the grass so I spread out my towel, and with a contented sigh, stripped off every last bit of clothing. I love that moment when I first feel the air against my cock and ass. I stood there naked for a moment reveling in the bliss of being nude outdoors. I stretched my 5 foot 6 inch frame and looked down at my toes. My flaccid 3 inch penis hung between my legs, stirring a little in the heat of the sun. The carefully trimmed pubic hair around my cock and balls left everything clean and neat. At 34 years of age I try to take care of my body and, while I see a pound or two that I’d like to loose, at 135 pounds I can’t complain. I stood there exposed to the world, taking it all in.

But not for too long. I burn easily so I didn’t wait too long before carefully applying sunscreen all over. My penis began to stiffen when I got to my crotch and rubbed a large glob around my shaft and balls, leaving them a little wet and sticky. A sunburned scrotum is no joke so I left an extra layer down there. Then I laid down on my towel, spread my legs a little to let the sun in, and the let the cares of the world disappear. I may have heard some people walk by but I didn’t pay much attention. Everybody was here for the same thing. And if weren’t, they all knew about the area and were comfortable with nudity. Some were probably voyeurs who only come here to ogle the bodies on display. I didn’t care. Look all you want.

After a while it was time to turn over and, oh my god, the sun felt so good on my back, buttocks and legs. I began to doze off. Time passed. How long had I been on my stomach? I didn’t remember. A while. Then I became aware of a presence. Sometimes you just have this sense that someone is there, focused on you. Most voyeurs usually look for a moment and then continue on before things get too creepy. But I had the impression this person may have been watching me for a while.

I looked over my shoulder. A man in his mid-40’s stood behind me, staring at my ass. He was average height with a wiry frame, dressed in jeans, T-shirt, and a light jacket, which I thought was weird given how warm the day was. I gave him a quick shake of my head to let him know I wasn’t here to cruise for sex, or anything like that, and laid my head back on my arms, facing away.

Some more time passed but I hadn’t heard him leave, which was strange. I looked back over my shoulder and found him rooted in the same spot, staring. I gave him a polite smile and another shake of the head. Maybe he hadn’t seen me the first time. I didn’t want to be rude, I just really wasn’t interested. This time he looked up and we made eye contact. He stared at me and flicked his tongue out like a lizard and ran it back and forth across his lips. He reached down and gave his crotch a hefty squeeze. This guy was seriously horny. Nothing wrong with that. But, no thank you, I mouthed, shook my head firmly and lay back down.

I closed my eyes and played back what I’d just seen and realized he had a seriously creepy vibe. Not just the lip licking, which was a weird, but his eyes had been wide open and he had this lascivious grin on his face. It was all a bit much. Certainly not normal behavior for people who come here to be naked outdoors or hunt around looking for a little fun. I taşova escort decided even if I had come here for that I would have avoided him, no matter how horny I was, and today I was not in the mood. He’ll leave when he gets bored, I told myself. I didn’t care if he stared a while, let him get an eyeful, just as long as he eventually leaves.

I jumped in shock when a hand touched the back of my leg, uncomfortably close to my ass, fingers reaching toward my inner thigh. I looked back again. The man was now crouched beside me, his uninvited hand on my leg. Apparently he felt at liberty to take more than just an eyeful. I’d had enough. This was going to stop now. I swept his hand away from me and this time told him firmly, “no. I’m not here for that.”

He locked eyes with me again and his grin grew wider. His tongue flicked out across his lips. Did he think the tongue thing was a turn on, or something? It’s actually kind of gross. He put his hand back on my leg and this time ran it up to my ass, his fingers probing into my crack and down to my scrotum, slick with sunscreen.

I froze for a split second. His boldness, the unexpected jolt of pleasure. I gasped. That is a very sensitive part of my body and it doesn’t take much to set it off. Electric bolts coursed straight to my cock and balls. My body responded while my mind said No! But I was stunned. I hesitated a moment and he took advantage to dig his fingers further in, all the way to the back of my balls, across my perineum and then to my tight anal ring where his searching fingers started to circle and push.

The explosion of raw sexual burn was immediate.

WTF! Despite my body’s instinctive response I knew his rough, unsolicited touch wasn’t meant to give me pleasure. It was meant to stake a claim. He was marking his property. Establishing who was dominant.

“Hey!”, I think I said, as I tried to smack his hand away. That is what I meant to do, only he grabbed my wrist with his other hand and continued to probe my hole, circling and trying to push in.

My anus is a hyper-erogenous zone. My body responds immediately and overwhelmingly. My therapist called it lordosis, or presenting. It’s a reflexive posture for sexual receptivity to copulation common in many animals. Basically, the body raises the pelvis back and up to aid in penile penetration, and is often accompanied by an overwhelming instinct to be docile and receptive. Normally it’s female behavior but somehow I’d been hardwired that way too. My therapist was quite clear that this involuntary reflex does not indicate consent.

So before I could stop him and remove his hand my back arched up and I froze in place.

My ass was clean. I routinely take care to clean out as a force of habit, not because I always want to fuck. I like good hygiene. Maybe he took my clean ass as a sign, I don’t know. But in that moment I froze he continued his assault on my hole. His other hand began to explored my body with impunity. He grabbed my balls, tugging and squeezing. He grabbed my stiffening cock and stroked. He ran his hands across my most private areas and I did nothing to stop him, I did nothing more than let out a low moan and writhe against his fingers, and think about how much I wanted him to stop.

I couldn’t simultaneously experience this level of sexual arousal and resist his unwanted groping. Each jolt of pleasure overrode every other instinct of self-preservation. I could do nothing more than quiver and shake as he continued to play with me as he pleased.

Maybe he took my physical response as permission to continue his assault. Maybe he didn’t care, I don’t know. But my body responded exactly as he wanted and I watched, as if in slow motion, as he leaned over and spat. I watched the glob of his saliva drop straight down from his puckered lips onto my hole. It hit dead center. His aim was impeccable. My hole spasmed as the viscous liquid tracked across, sending out rings of pure need and desire. For those of you who know, spit is a very effective lubricant. And it is probably my fault my ass is so familiar with, and conditioned to respond to, the application of lube.

He twirled his finger through the liquid and pressed against my ring. This time his finger easily slid past my tightly squeezed sphincter and popped inside. A total violation of my body and personal space. This was assault He began to vigorously thrust his finger in and out.

The problem here, beyond the fact that at no time had I given him consent to touch me sexually or insert anything inside me, (in fact I had told him no more than once and actually meant it, and by any definition what he was doing could be called sexual assault) is that anal penetration is like a switch for me. Penetration entirely consumes me. When penetrated, all I want is to be completely filled. To be penetrated, to be fucked. I guess tavşanlı escort it’s like being in heat. It’s both instant and automatic. My mind may not want the encounter but when stimulated correctly my body turns into a receptive vessel. I know this about myself — and on my therapist’s advice, why I’m so careful about letting males near my ass.

That receptive instinct is probably why, when I looked up to see another stranger had stopped by to watch the action, instead of asking him for help, to end this assault and pull this man off of me, I only let out a slutty moan. I gave the stranger a look I hoped conveyed a plea for help but all he probably saw were the half-closed eyes and slack mouth of a bitch in heat. Damn my body.

The stranger watched for a moment as the man continued to finger fuck me. My back arched involuntarily and my ass pushed back into the direction of his thrusts. Is it pleasure? It’s a compulsive need to mate, for sure. I don’t know if they are the same thing. I looked at the stranger, pleading, but the man fingering me made a hostile shooing gesture and the stranger got the hint and walked away.

Now the man and I were along. He continued push his finger inside me at will, emboldened by my lack of resistance. Could that pushy asshole seriously think he has my consent? I never said yes! His finger still roughly plunging in and out, he re-positioned himself behind me, pushing my legs further apart with his knees. My spread legs gave him better access to my hole and soon I felt a second finger forcefully pushing inside. He spat again. My body arched and writhed in response and my ass started to match his thrusting rhythm. My mind spun into a panic. My rock hard cock bounced between my legs. An intense pressure on my prostate made me feel like I had to ejaculate but couldn’t. I couldn’t think straight.

Just because I sunbath naked in a place where men cruise for sex doesn’t mean I want sex. And just because I lay on my stomach isn’t an invitation for a man to mount me. Plus the guy was a serious creep and I didn’t want him anything to do with him. I was at this very moment experiencing a sexual assault and my body was cooperating. What the actual fuck.

He clearly enjoyed what he was doing, violating my private areas just because he could, as if it wasn’t sex but only some kind of power play. I’ve been groped before. I’ll admit I even kind of like it. Someone grabs your crotch or ass while on the dance floor or at a bar and then moves on. No harm, no foul. That’s all this creep is doing, in principle, I told myself. He’s only a bit more amped up than normal because he happened to catch me in a vulnerable position and took advantage of it, like an asshole would. Once he’s made his point he’ll leave me alone and move on. They always do.

His fingers continued to thrust inside of me. My aroused anus responded with pulses of explosive pleasure. My forehead had dropped down to my towel and my ass arched up so high my thighs were vertical. Holy fuck I hope he leaves soon. He might even make me cum. I felt a terrible, unrelenting pressure built up behind my prostate. He’s gone too far and this has gone on too long. I tried to tell him but only moaned. I only wanted to get back to sunbathing in peace. Do not take my passive vulnerability as consent!, I thought.

His groping hand left me and I was dimly aware of him shifting around. Spikes of pleasure and an intense need to be filled jolted through me. My legs quivered. He spat again. His fingers made my ass make lewd, wet sounds as they worked into my engorged, loosening hole. I felt him shimmy back and forth and then shift forward.

I felt a terrible pressure push hard against my hole. What the fuck is that jerk trying to do, shove four fingers inside me? I know from experience that’s not going to work… Oh no! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

The pressure and pain increased. My over-stimulated sphincter clenched in protest. I panicked and looked over my shoulder and saw that his pants were down around his knees. I instantly had two intense and opposite reactions. There is no way in hell this fucker is going to penetrate me with his bare cock!, I thought, while my clenched sphincter did the opposite and began to push out, trying to open to receive his penis, as it had been trained to do when the glans of an erect cock pressed in.

Any good cocksucker knows to give a discreet visual inspection of a cock before putting it into their mouth. It’s not a foolproof plan but we do what we can to avoid unpleasant surprises. I hadn’t seen this guy’s cock. He could be a walking petri dish for all I know! And he is trying to fuck me without a condom. And I do not let anonymous men fuck me bareback! I mean, hardly ever. Maybe once or twice. It can happen to anyone. You get caught up in the moment and stuff happens. But not often and I did not give tekirdağ escort this creep permission to fuck my ass!

I heard him spit again and felt him press forward. I told my hole to clench. Instead it betrayed me and continued to yield, as intent on receiving his penis as the male on top was on penetrating me. I did not want him inside me!

Suddenly the tip of his cock popped through and the pressure against my ring filled me to the very depths of my gut and my sphincter sung out in sharp pain. My mind blanked. My rapist curled his free arm around my waist and shifted forward. The intense, overwhelming feeling of fullness as he entered me was paralyzing. I could feel my mouth gape open but I couldn’t breath. I quivered as he pushed his cock deeper. He shifted his weight and used his leverage to slowly ride me down to my towel.

I was on the ground, prone, pinned down by the stiff cock inside me. With two animalistic thrusts he drove it home, finishing the initial penetration to the hilt. He wasn’t gentle. His cock was now buried balls deep. I could feel his girth and length fill my insides. His pubic hair was scratchy, his navel pressed against my bare ass, his balls hung down against my perineum. He held himself still for a moment, as if even he was surprised he’d gotten this far. Me, I already knew how this was going to end. Once a cock enters my ass it’s only going one way. I am owned. That male will have an entirely (physically, at least) receptive bitch to mate with until he decides he is finished. If he gets inside me without a condom then I’ll be filled with his sperm. Unless he chooses to shoot his load somewhere else. It’s always his choice As long as a cock is inside me my body will do one thing, and one thing alone. It’s a fucking curse.

I made no move to stop him so he began to take what was his. He started by grinding against my ass in deep circles, probing, plunging into my depths. Then he started to fuck me with long deep thrusts. I could feel the head of his cock deep inside. He patterned between rhythmic pounding and pulling back until just the tip of his cock was past my ring then slamming back inside me with force. His pulled his hand out from underneath me and curled both his arms under mine, grabbing my shoulders, pulling me further onto his cock. My ass opened to the assault and my back arched up to meet each thrust. He shifted from side to side as if my ass was a fucking butter churn, angling for more friction and his own pleasure.

I moaned involuntarily. We were soon both drenched in sweat. Wet slapping sounds squelched where our skin touched. I was mated to a stranger through no desire of my own. Locked into coitus. His sex deep inside me. He violated me simply because he could. He was aroused and I was his recepticle.

He didn’t make much noise as he fucked but I could feel his heavy breathing on the back of my neck. Outside my conscious control, I could feel my ass pulse each time he pulled back, as if it was trying to milk his cock. I could feel my ass try but don’t know if it succeeded. All I could feel was simultaneously filled beyond capacity yet so loose and worked open I thought my ass might be permanently gaped. I felt like I was cumming nonstop, which of course only made meet each thrust more vigorously. I was pretty sure I hadn’t ejaculated. It was more an intense peak of orgasm that wouldn’t fade. How could my body betray me to an assault like this?

His thrusts shortened and became more rapid. His breath hit my neck in short bursts. My receptive ass willingly kept pace. Suddenly he slammed deep and held himself there. Heat blossomed in my gut. Of course I pushed back to keep him as deep inside as possible. After holding himself still for a moment he began a series of slow thrusts. After about the third he let out a long, low growl that only ejaculation can drive out of a man’s throat. The rutting had turned to a breeding. But I knew from his pulsing contractions that his cock had begun to fill me with cum as soon as that last slam in, before his groan announced my insemination to the world.

He kept his cock buried in me after the initial explosive ejaculation. I felt wet. I felt his heat and could smell the funk of his sperm. I felt his fluid leak down my balls. He paused a bit and then followed with more hard thrusts, followed by more contractions. He did this several times, the pauses between thrusts getting longer each time. He was in no hurry. It takes time to finish a thorough breeding.

Finally he was spent. All of his seed had been deposited deep inside. I made no move to get him off me. Or out of me. He whispered one word in my ear, “slut”. Then he was finished. He pull his softening cock out of my ass with a pop, and give me my body back. I lay there tingling, basking in the warm glow that follows a successful mating. It is as pleasurable as the most powerful orgasm.

Only now my body wasn’t exclusively mine any more. That claim he staked with his seed, that was permanent. As I lay on my towel long after he left, his semen leaking out of my sore ass, I knew that the next time he found me sunbathing naked, under no existing definition could it be considered sexual assault as he took me and I gave him what he wanted.

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After the club, Mr. wasted no time- he was ready to play. As we took the elevator to my place, his hands roamed my body like uncharted land, teasing my nipples through the soft material, leaving kisses on my neck and shoulders, grinding my backside to his roaring crotch. I barely slipped the key in the door as he began undressing me. As soon as I opened the door, he had undone the bow on my dress, exposing my Hershey-kiss nipples. By the time we reached my bedroom, I wore only my red bottoms. Every nerve in my body was singing, ready to have him between my thighs, my lips, filling me entirely. Gently breaking off the kiss, Mr. C stepped back and studied me up and down like a wolf ready to devour his prey. His hands roamed my curves as he planted kisses on my neck and shoulders. His lips trailed down my chest, gently kissing my nipples, teasing me. The flame in my core was rising. Gently placing his strong hands on my shoulders, Mr. C nudged me to sit on the edge of the bed. Suddenly, he stood up, stepping away from me

“Wa-what? Sir?” As I began to stand.

“Sit.” He commended.

I obeyed, sitting on the edge of the bed. My chest rose and fell with anticipation as Mr. C slowly undressed in front of me. He had a nice body, slightly toned. He kept himself up nicely. A small trail of hair decorated his abdomen, leaving a happy trail. His eyes never left mine as he stripped off the last of his clothes. His thick nine-inch cock was already standing at attention, dripping in pre- cum. I felt myself get wetter and wetter. I couldn’t wait to have him inside me.

He stood in front of me, stroking himself.

“Is this what you want, Ms. Montero?”

I nodded vigorously.

“Use your words like a good girl.”

I blushed. Dirty talk was still new to me.

“Ye-Yes. It’s what I want.”

“Forgetting something are we?” he gently placed a hand behind my head.

“I want it Sir. Please.” My cheeks flushed red.

He pulled my head closer to his cock. I took his cue, opening my mouth and slowly taking him in, inch by inch.

“That’s my good girl. Suck it slow. That’s right.”

I loved when he did that, commanding me. It made me wetter for him. I picked up speed a little, taking him deeper. His fingers curled into my hair, pulling it as his hips moved quicker, fucking my face.

“Ah.” He groaned. “Take Daddy’s cock, just like that.” He encouraged. “You are doing good Ms. Montero.” The power I felt – pure control- made me feel sexy. Making a giant of a man turn into putty in my hands… or better yet, my mouth was a rush. Hearing his moans, çiftlikköy escort had me sitting in a puddle. He pumped in and out, quicker and quicker. I knew he would be arriving soon.

“Ah fuck.” Taking both hands on either side of my head, he came, each drop sliding down my throat. His body shook as he slowly pulled from my mouth, a small line of saliva still connecting his cock and my mouth. As he gathered himself, he straightened, staring down at me with lustful eyes.

“Up.” He commanded.

I stood, awaiting instructions.

“Open it.” He pointed to the armoire.

I strolled to the armoire, taking my time to let him admire my ass and legs in my heels, swaying my hips as I opened the doors. Inside the velvet doors were toys, floggers, hand cuffs, various lengths of rope- all thing for a successful scene.

“Top right, the black ride crop- bring it to me.”

I grabbed the crop and handed it to him.

“Bend over.”

I bent over, the top half of my naked body rubbing against the black silk sheets. ” Elizabeth.” He purred. ” You have been a naughty, naughty little slut tonight.” He whispered in my ear as he ran the crop between my legs, over my clit, teasing me mercilessly.

A small whimper left my lips as he used the length of the crop to stimulate me. I squirmed in anticipation for him. Instead, he moved away from me.

“Fuck. Sir Please.” I begged.

“Please what, Ms. Montero?”

“Please, fuck me. Please. Please.” I pleaded. I wanted to cum and cum and cum until I was spent.

“Oh I will but not until you’re punished properly.”

I felt him climb on my back, his knees sinking into the material on either side of my waist.

“Five whiskey sours. Did you think I would forget?”

“Nu- no Sir.” I gulped.

“You deserve to be punished, don’t you Ms. Montero?”

I was quiet a moment too long as the crop came down, smacking my round butt cheeks with vigor.

“Answer me Elizabeth.”

“Yes I deserve to be punished Sir.” I whispered. The sting of the crop took my words to a whimper.

“Speak louder or I won’t give you what you are so bratting for.”

“Yes, I deserve to be punished.” I smirked.

“Were you being a brat to get a rise out of me, Ms. Montero? Have we not discussed your drinking is to be at a responsible level?” The crop came down with the word level. This time harder than the last.

I bit back my yelp. Tears sprang to my eyes.

“Yes we have Sir.” I whimpered.

He slipped a hand over my throat, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Know your çınarcık escort safe word?” Striking my ass once more when I didn’t answer quick enough.

“Ye-Yes Sir.” I breathed. He tossed the crop aside, I hear it clatter to the ground. His hands start kneading and massaging my sore areas. He gently kisses the areas where the crop connected, calming my angry skin. I began to relax as his hands worked, rubbing and soothing. I felt his weight shift as he got up and heard him rummage through a drawer. After a moment, him climb back on top of my back. The cool splash body oil dripped on my skin. He worked quietly, spreading oil on my back, butt and legs. As he worked his way back to my ass, he gently spread my cheeks, slipping in one oil covered finger.

“Ah.” I bite my bottom lip, anxiety building.

He slowly moved in and out, adding one finger, then 2. His slow teasing drove me mad. I wanted every inch of him.

“Like that, Ms. Montero?

“Yes.”

“Would you like more?”

“Please.”

His hands moved quicker, driving me close to my peak. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt myself come closer and closer to climax. My breathing increased as I focused, wanting my orgasm to come soon. Just as I felt it coming- his hands stopped. He pulled away from me, denying me my climax.

“God damn it.” I swore as he got off me once again and stood over me.

I turned over to see him grinning down at me.

“Not fun being denied what you want, does it Ms. Montero?” He grinned, looking devilish.

“No.” I grumbled, pulling myself into a sitting position.

“Will you calm down on your drinking now? Or will I have to edge you until the end of time?”

“I’ll calm down.” I mumbled.

“Good. Now lay back down, we aren’t finished here.”

I laid back and waited patiently. He opened the armoire again, pulling out ropes. He slung them over his shoulder and strolled back to the bed.

“Ready? Hope you’re hydrated.”

I sat up as he quickly worked the ropes around me, tying delicate knots and designs across my skin. Shibari, is what they called it. I found it a bit scary at first, being tied up, restrained but came to find not only the beauty in it but the thrill of restricted movement. Mr. pulled my arms behind me, bounding them tightly. The material nipped at my wrists and scratched my back. He tugged at his handiwork.

“Try moving.”

I squirmed but had little to no moving space. He continued working, looping ropes through the headboard. Tracing intricate knots throughout, making a gorgeous design. When he çorlu escort finished, my arms were bound behind me, tethered to the headboard with my legs spread open as far as they could go. Smaller ropes threaded along my chest, around my breasts and abdomen, making a bustier of rope. He removed my heels, discarding them on the floor.

Taking a Hitachi wand, he planted it at my clit, starting it on low. The soft vibrations tickled, making me giggle.

“Enjoying that, Montero?”

“Yes Sir.” I giggled. “It tickles.”

“We will see about that.” He hit the button, intensifying the speed and vibration. I moaned a little and breathed heavier as the vibrations took over.

“Not so ticklish now, are you?”

“Nu-no.”

“No what?” He inquired, pressing the control again. The wand whirled loudly as the vibrations intensified. I felt myself grinding my hips against the large head.

“No Sir.”

“Are you going to be a good slut for Daddy? Or should I turn up the intensity to ten and watch you squirm?”

“I- I’ll be ga-ga- Oh God!” I stumbled over my words as my body shook from the intense orgasm.

I wanted to collapse but the ropes held me in place. My thighs and legs felt heavy and I was spent. I glance at Mr. C and he had that devilish look on his face.

“Oh I hope you don’t think I was going to let you cum once then stop.”

He pressed the control again, slowing the wand back to the first setting.

“We have 4 more to go.” As we started the cycle all over again until I felt myself lose consciousness from excitement.

Later that evening.

He went out on the balcony for a smoke break. I laid where he left me, my pussy leaking the sweetest combination of our fluids. After the wand session and a quick aftercare break, we went at it- four times. Four rounds of amazing, back-breaking sex. My wrists, arms and thighs ached from such strenuous activities but simultaneously, I felt myself getting turned on again by the mere thought of him and craved more. Feeling my brat side emerge, I reached in the drawer of my nightstand for my vibrator, rolling on my back. I twisted the base, listening to the soft purr of vibrations. At first, I started slow, circling my clit, teasing myself as I played with one erect nipple. Once I was wet enough, I started fucking myself; slowly working in and out of my pussy. I propped my legs up on the headboard for better access. Turning the setting up higher, I rubbed it vigorously against my swollen clit. I closed my eyes and moved my hips to match the rhythm. Lost in the throes of my self -pleasure, I didn’t hear or notice him come in. I heard a deep sigh and opened my eyes. He was standing over me, slowly stroking his hard cock.

Briefly, I considered stopping until his eyes told me to continue.

“Keep playing slut. I want to see you cum before I coat that pretty little face of yours and take what’s mine again.”

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Notoriety – slave girl sara

A story based on a dream a slave girls dreams.

The Browns were a pretty ordinary family of dad, Don, mum Daisy, their son Andy and their cute, pretty, sweet, and obedient twenty-three-year-old daughter sara, me. They had never described me like that but I dare bet they would if you asked them.

My dad had moved jobs once again, he is something in the Secret Service, I mean local government, and is moved as and when the budgie farts, or so it seems to me. My brother Andy, who is two years younger than me had eight different schools. They were all church schools, as befits our faith, so he used to come home with some right marks on his bum, usually from a leather belt. To be honest, not as many as I got, but still a lot for a boy. Andy would then get dad`s hand and belt for being in trouble. He used to get a right hard-on when he was belted.

He would be put in a corner and one day when we were left alone, I went and wanked him, he cum all over the wall.

When mum and dad came back into the room I commented.

“Is Andy ok, he was making all sorts of noises in the corner?”

Dad saw what had happened and he got a rare caning. I made it up to him and let him fuck me at bedtime.

*********

Whatever he got I would get worse, if I was spanked at school, I would be belted when dad got home and a bedtime spanking for a few nights after. I only had six schools, every one stricter than the last, I suppose it’s what was to be expected for me to become the perfect article to pair up with and serve a young man of their choosing.

I reckoned for me to be remembered and talked about in school folklore I needed to be bold and outspoken. When I was eighteen and in the last year of school it was my last chance at this school to become a school hero, notorious if you like.

My school friend Archie, only my friend as I let him finger me if I could stroke his pet rats, oh, and his cock too but that has nothing to do with this story. Anyway, he let çerkezköy escort me borrow a pet rat to take home for a few days, or that’s what I told him. I put ratty in a bag and in my school bag. After dinner asked if I could go to see Archie, who lived on the next street, no problem as they knew him from church. I ran to the locked school gates and the security/janitor guy came as I rattled them.

“Please can I go to my classroom; I left my phone in my desk and need it for my assignments?”

“No fucking chance, the last time you were in on your own you put the plugs in all the sinks in the cloakroom and set the taps running, almost cost my mate his job.”

“And me my hide, well nearly. A bedtime belting off my dad for a week and a public caning on the stage from the headmistress. I learnt my lesson, believe me.”

“No chance, fuck of and play with your dolls.”

I dropped my house keys and as I bent to pick them up, I somehow lost a tit from its bra cup. I rubbed and tweaked my nipple and popped it back.

“I would do anything, anything to get my phone, please.”

“Anything?”

“Yes anything, you can touch me wherever you want, my cunt is so smooth, I shaved it this morning and my nipple is begging to be bitten.”

As I said bitten, the padlock on the gate was unlocked.

“Fucked?”

“Yes, fucked too and sucked first.”

“Well I am coming with you.”

“That’s fine, would you like to hook into my slit and lead me?”

I was through the gates and into the corridor in seconds. I put his hand down my knickers, and he hooked his finger and led me to 13A, my classroom.

“Right, you have ten seconds to get your phone.”

“Then its fucky, fucky time for you.”

He waited by the door checking no one was coming. I went to the middle desk right at the front and pulled out the drawer, took the phone from my pocket and raised it.

“Got it, get your cock out.”

He fumbled to get his hard cock out of his cevizli escort pants and I came back past the blackboard and teachers desk. I lowered my knickers and bent over.

“Wet and ready for my fucking Mr. security man.”

He was an experienced fucker, he went to my headfirst for his promised starter suck, then straight into my pussy for his main course, cum over my arse then took his sweet course from between my legs. I ran to my friend Archies house, and we went to his bedroom, I stripped naked. Archie had two mates round so me stripping in front of them and touching my toes, legs apart, made me so wet and trembly, wow.

“All yours boys, fingers and tongues only but here for wanks.”

I put my hands out at the side of me and soon had a cock in each. I did not let them fuck me, I was saving that until I needed him or them again for something a lot more important than borrowing a rat. Once they had been wanked and fingered me up his mates left. We both wanked each other, sucked each other and all was going well till his dad came in.

He took off his belt and we both bent over the end of the bed for a good taste of it. I screamed like a little girl and got a lot less than brave Archie who was hit harder and harder till he squeaked, idiot!

His dad must have rang my dad as he was waiting on the doorstep, cane in hand. I was lectured, spanked, lectured, caned, then lectured and spanked on every step up to my bedroom. I slept and played pretty well and could not wait to get up and get ready for school.

We always had meals sat at the family dining table and after brekky I helped clear the table and load the dishwasher. My dad spun his chair round.

“Are you going to be a good girl today at school sara.”

“Oh yes daddy, it will be my best day ever.”

“Skirt up, knickers to your knees, I will give you something to keep you reminded.”

“Her bottom looks pretty sore Don, maybe use the tops of her legs.”

Thanks cide escort mum. I was spanked and hugged then sent on my way, “Yeah, School time again.”

Once all seated it was registration, Miss opened her desk drawer, the same desk I was fucked over not twelve hours earlier when, SSCCRREEAAMM, oh no, some rotten sod had put a live rat in her drawer!

*********

Moving is not so hard for me now as I have finished school and am working as a waitress at a local restaurant. I got the job through our church connections, so it went without saying bad work meant a bad arse!

My dad said not to spare the belt if needed, it was needed most weeks, just me, my bare bum and the owner. He would then ring my dad and as ever he would be waiting on our doorstep, cane in hand and ready to whoosh.

One particular night I was working, I had dropped two plates during service, one broke the other was ok. He told me to stay behind, the whole staff knew why, and by the way I was not the only waitress he belted, he did us all in turn. It was a complete accident I dropped the plates; I tripped over a chair a customer had pulled out. No way did I want my dad to know, I would be caned, and I would be grounded for three days with three bedtime spankings. All the girls were going out on a birthday bash for one of the group, to the local fair, which was in town for the week. Service finished and everyone left.

“Please Sir, it was a complete accident, please do not tell my dad, not this time please.”

I removed my skirt, knickers, and undid my blouse.

“You know the rules sara.”

“Yes I do Sir and accept them, but?”

I explained about the day after. “Maybe if you punished me naked and I knelt and suck your cock as a thank you like I do to dad and Andy when they punish me.

I removed my blouse and bra and bent over, I saw him remove his belt and his trousers and undies dropped to the floor. He rubbed his cock and began to wank as he belted me.

He could not hold out and pushed me to my knees and put his cock in my mouth, a few sucks later and I swallowed his cum.

“Going forward you will stay behind every night if I am not belting one of your workmates and suck me off and wank me as I finger you and I will never mention it to your dad again.”

“Sounds fair, should I wank you now Sir?”

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I would think a man would get tired of having his dick sucked. But I guess not. I suck my master’s cock at least twice a day almost every day. I would think it wouldn’t be anything special at this point. He doesn’t even feel the need to tell me in words anymore, he just gestures, it is just understood.

Like this morning, he woke up with his dick hard, he rolled over toward me and stroked my ass, when I did not respond immediately he reached over and up and squeezed my nipple hard. I rolled over to face him and he rolled over on his back and pulled the covers down so I could see his erect penis coming out of his boxers. I immediately slid down by his side and lowered my mouth onto his waiting dick.

As I began to suck and make saliva in my mouth he put his hand on top of my head and began to shove dick further into my mouth. I had to start breathing through my nose and it always takes me a minute to adjust so I started pushing my head back against his hand. He then began to spank me across my ass which says to me don’t push back, adjust and take as much dick as I want to give you.

When I opened my mouth wider and let his dick enter my throat I heard him whisper, “that’s a good girl” and the spanking turned more to caresses on my ass.

The caress turned back to a spanking which got harder and harder the more he became excited. His breathing got shorter cebeci escort and he began grunting. His words became dirtier and dirtier.

He said things like… “That’s right, suck that dick.” “You like a big dick in your mouth, don’t you?” “You’re such a bad, nasty girl.”

When he had enough, he demanded I feed him. He wanted me to expose my tities for his sucking and biting pleasure. When he sucked enough and his penis was fully engorged he then demanded I roll over in position to be fucked.

When he is really horny like this morning he fucks me doggystyle. He just wants my pussy and wants to straight fuck me rough and raw. He spanks me really hard and pulls my hair. If I complain, he puts his hands tight around the back of my neck and demands that I tell him “Whose pussy it is?”

It takes him longer to come this way and he fucks me till my pussy is pulsating. I can feel him inside hitting my cervix over and over again and it hurts and I try to pull away. When he stops he pulls my face down and makes me suck his dick with our juices all over it. Then if he is ready to cum he will either go missionary style or lay me on my stomach and finish fucking me until he cums.

You would think that after all that morning activity I could go to sleep at night without having to suck dick. But no, tonight he laid on his back çekmeköy escort and waited for me to start sucking his dick. He didn’t want to cum, he just wanted me to suck it gently and keep it in my mouth until he fell asleep. It took almost 20 minutes before I heard him snoring. I had missed most of the show I had hoped to watch …oh well, he did tape it for me, he stated as he turned off the TV.

Tomorrow is Monday and I usually get a whipping to start the week. So Sunday night when he entered the bedroom I was waiting patiently with no underwear on and the belt, paddle and hairbrush were laid out on our bed.

When he entered the room he said, “Good, I’m tired so I’m glad you have everything ready. Get in position.”

I put the two pillows under my hips, sort of under my pussy so that my ass is in the air. I spread my legs and buried my head in the mattress. He starts off with a few caresses and a few smacks with his hand. His hands are big and strong and they are enough to command attention. They easily turn my ass red and put a sting to it. But that is not enough, not tonight, it will either be the belt or the hairbrush or the paddle.

Thankfully he chooses the belt. He starts and I start the count.

“One, thank you sir. Two, thank you sir. Three, thank you sir.”

By number ten, I am crying çerkes escort and am struggling not to move or scream because of the pain.

Moving will just make him angry and he will tie me to the bed and we will start again at one.

I know begging him to stop will fall on deaf ears and screaming will get me gagged. He will not even think about it until we get to twenty. We have agreed I can’t use my safe word during my maintenance beatings.

When it is over I get up and kiss him on the lips and he rubs my sore, welted red ass.

He says, “We should have a good week shouldn’t we?”

“Yes sir,” I reply as he wipes my tears.

“Let’s get ready for bed”, he says and the dick sucking begins.

This is my life. He reminds me often what I’m good for… that is sucking, fucking and beating. Most times I enjoy the sucking, the fucking in my my mouth, my pussy, my ass and even the spankings, but never the beatings. I know that they are necessary because he says I’m very strong willed and they make sure I stay in my sub space. He tells me I am his and this is my purpose. This is a special purpose different from my other regular household duties and mundane chores.

It is not always like this, sometimes I suck his dick while he watches TV in his recliner in the living room. Other times on my knees in the play room while he plays video games or in the garage where he keeps his sex tapes or anywhere he says. No, he never gets tired of having his dick sucked and I know it is my purpose, my reason for being.

I am his and in return, late in the midnight hour, when it is all said and done, I sleep well knowing yet again I have fulfilled my special purpose.

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All characters over 18. No sexual activity occurs or involves any characters under age of 18.

*

I was raised in a small, two bedroom.

My Father supported us with a modest job, and had no interests besides work and family. My Mother ran the roost; she gave orders and they were followed, at least by my Father and me. My older twin Sisters, Lisa and Lori were given a bit of latitude.

Our home was two bedrooms and one bath, which demanded total cooperation to avoid chaos. My two older Sisters were allowed to “boss” me, and I complied.

I shared a bedroom with them, sleeping in a tiny single bed while they shared a queen sized bed.

After dinner, my Father and I did the dishes, then we all retired to the Family room for a bit of TV. My Mother lounged on the couch and my Father sat with her feet in his lap and he massaged her until bed time.

My Sisters brought home boyfriends, (who sat on the floor) and massaged their feet. If a boyfriend offered the slightest resistance, they were dumped. My Sisters double-dated all the time, so they were able to share thoughts about the boyfriends.

I heard them talk in our bedroom. They spoke as if I was not there. They used the word “cute” often, but the underlying theme was their boyfriends would serve, and comply, or they’d find new girlfriends.

In a class, the most beautiful girl in the school spoke to me. Her name was/is Annie. From that time, I never looked at another woman. She dated various boys, while I (subconsciously) remained devoted to Annie. I did not obsess, I simply dated no one else, so I was always available whenever Annie availed herself.

I was the safe and secure boy in her life. She enjoyed the excitement of the party crowd, but they were like sweet candy that was quickly gone. I was sustenance, which is what she really wanted.

The first time she visited our house, after dinner, my Dad and I did the dishes. Annie and my Mom visited in the Family Room, then we watched TV. As always, my Dad massaged Mom’s feet on the couch, while I sat on the floor, massaging Annie’s feet.

Watching my Dad massage my Mom, Annie knew she’d wind up with me, and I’d serve her in the same way. Annie was keen on the dynamic before I was.

My Sisters left for college, and suddenly I was alone in our bedroom.

My Sisters returned from their first year at college.

They were different. They were worldly, and more adult.

They had different clothes; I saw them in ways I’d never noticed.

They were a bit more demanding of me. They sort of scared me.

They’d earned scholarships, and to my great relief, they’d return to school after just a few weeks at home.

I had my 18th birthday on the same day they returned to school.

Dutifully, I loaded their car.

Lori commented, “For your birthday present, we bequeath you a private bedroom, and some tantalizing delectables. Enjoy.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant, but that night, I opened their dresser. I explored their panty drawer. Most were similar to my underwear, only smaller, and silky. Mom had brought me up on tighty-whities, with no slot, so similar to my sister’s. Looking back, for a boy, my underwear were quite feminine, but none of mine were quite so silky, and certainly none of the thong variety, as were some of these. It was so exciting! I brought them to my nose, and smelled a mix of perfume and “woman”, and it nearly brought me to my knees.

My cock was so hard! I fell to my bed and held the panties to my nose. I’d seen my sisters in their panties many times, but the aroma of a woman never had occurred to me, and it was intoxicating! I stroked my hard cock, and it was just a few seconds, and I came like never before. I came çatalca escort with a purpose! Sex was my new obsession.

The panty drawer was the portal to a new world. I craved it every night. I cherished the dainty treats inside. I had favorites, some by smell, some by design, and some by color.

One night I tried on a pair, while holding another pair to my nose. My hard cock was tight in the panty, and I looked at myself in the mirror, and a mere stroke on my cock, and I exploded into the panties.

Up to now, Annie was a girlfriend, but something like a sister. Now I wanted to explore Annie’s panties. The next time she was at our house, I massaged her feet, but also subtly stroked and massaged up her calves, and she got the hint.

She decided the time and place, the home of a friend, Amy.

Amy’s parents worked, (and were quite liberal anyway), and we had a place for sex.

I wanted it all the time! Annie demanded my fondest attention, and nothing crude, as she’d experienced with other boys. I was the perfect Gentleman, and was rewarded with sex. (I’d have paid a way higher price). She and Amy discussed everything.

Annie liked hanging at our house, with my Parents.

My Mom literally embarrassed me, instructing Annie as to how I should tend to her, no matter how demanding it might seem, my Dad would nod in agreement.

At Amy’s house, I was put to the test. First, Amy suggested I wear Speedo’s at her pool, and although I was embarrassed, I complied. The Speedos were tiny, but Annie liked me in Speedos. She said she liked my tan, so I washed her car, (and Amy’s), in my Speedos. I cut Amy’s yard in my Speedos.

Annie’s favorite, making me hard in my Speedos. She took photos on her phone, of me with a boner in my Speedos. We went on a camping trip, and the other guys had regular trunks, but I wore my Speedos.

She even showed the photos to my Mom, of me in speedos with a boner! They laughed! I was shocked! I thought my Mom would be mad, or embarrassed, but never thought she’d laugh about it. She and Annie had become very close. I’m not sure what they shared, but Annie became very deliberate with sex.

She instructed me on how, and what, and when.

The following summer, my sisters returned home, and right in front of Annie and my Mom, Lori confronted me, “I see you’ve been enjoying our panty drawer.”

I was in shock! My mouth agape, and before I could answer, my Mom commented, “Boys do love panties, don’t they?”

Lori and Lisa laughed, “We knew he couldn’t resist.”

Annie simply smiled, taking it all in.

My Mom joked, “I’ll leave it to you girls to decide his punishment.”

Lori suggested, “We’ve already seen Annie’s photos in his Speedos. How about we make him wear panties for the day?”

I was pale! I looked to Annie for help, and she said, “That’s a great idea!” Looking to me she said, “Don’t even think about resisting.”

But I DID begin to resist, and in an instant, my Mom exclaimed, “You’ll do as she says! Whether you think it’s a joke or not! She’s the best woman you’ll ever have in your life, and you’ll do as she says, now and forever.”

Then she turned to Annie, “As you were saying Dear.”

I took a glance at my Mom and sisters, and they stood, hands on hips.

Annie asked, “Are you prepared to accept your punishment?”

“Yes Annie,” I whispered.

“For the rest of the day, to myself, and all of us, make it, “Yes Mistress,” said Annie.

“Yes Mistress,” I answered.

Annie continued, “I want them to see your Speedo tan. Drop em right here, then we’ll go find you some nice panties.”

With zero resistance, I stood and removed my clothes, revealing çaycuma escort the white Speedo area contrasting with my tanned body. I just stood there, completely naked, as they casually commented.

Annie added, “We’ll need panties that work with his Speedo tan lines.”

Off we went to the bedroom, and they fished thru the panty drawer, and I tried on various panties, until they settled on one. It was pink and silky, and fully contained my balls, (I’d worn them many times before). Despite the fact that I was in front of my sisters, I got hard, which they loved.

“Lisa said, “Look how his boner goes to the side, and stays inside the panties! It’s so cute! Mom, come see this!”

By the time my Mom arrived, there was a wet spot, and she smiled, and said, “Very nice. I raised you right. You’ll make a good hubby. And you’ll love every minute of it.”

Then she said, “Girls, you know what every boy needs. Don’t make him suffer too much. Show him some love,” and she walked out.

Lori said, “Lets go out and sunbathe for a bit. He can lotion us up.”

I stayed hard the entire time! How could it be otherwise? Them in tiny bikinis, and I applied sun lotion to each sister, and Annie. When I got close to their (barely covered) pussies, I literally panted. Annie took mercy, and guided me to the bedroom.

My bed squeaked too much, so she had me lay on the floor and she straddled me.

This was a first, and she liked it, “I like this feel, plus I like looking down at you. It feels a bit like I’m fucking you, instead of me being fucked.”

“Yes Mistress Annie,” I panted, and she smiled, and commented, the day is not over, and you’ll continue to wear your panties, Agreed?”

“Yes Mistress,” I replied. “Annie, I’m ready to cum! You’re going to make me cum!”

“Not yet,” she replied, moving to my face, and I licked her for a bit, then she re-mounted me.

In moments I said again, “Mistress, You’re going to make me cum!”

She closed her eyes and rocked on me, and it felt like a firehose. I came and came, sooo hard, and it seemed to last forever. It was fantastic!

Annie leaned forward, her head on my chest, and we stayed like that as I began to soften. She took her time; I was ready to be done, but she lingered, not dismounting me.

I started to move and she said, “We’re not done yet,” and began moving up my chest, toward my face. She was going to make me lick my own cum!

I started to resist, and she gave me a look, she meant business!

Never had I so wanted to rebel, but Mother had indeed raised me right, and licked her gaping opening. The first taste was mostly cum, and it was not bad. It tasted kind of salty. I licked her clean.

By the time she’d had enough, we were both somewhat aroused again.

I guessed we’d have sex again that night.

Another good aspect of the day, we’d just had sex at my home while my Mom was there. That made it all worth it.

That night Annie had gone home, and it was just my family. We conversed and acted as we’d done my whole life, but everything was different. I was wearing panties under my shorts!

Lisa and Lori strutted around the house, wearing tight, alluring shorts and tops. Their nipples protruded, and it was understood, my dad and I didn’t dare look, but we stole glances at every chance. The sexual energy was palpable! They overtly teased us; their sexy nipples beckoned, but we acted as if all was normal. The Elephant in the room was loud and clear, my father and I were completely submissive to not only my mom, but also my sisters.

My father massaged my mom’s feet, as usual, while I was on the floor massaging Lisa’s feet, expecting to serve Lori next. But çayeli escort my mom got a phone call and drifted out of the room. Lori simply laid in her spot, placed her feet in my dad’s lap, and their eyes met, and he gave her a faint, loving smile, and massaged, as if he’d served her like this all our lives.

My mouth watered; my dad’s mouth watered. I could actually smell sex in the room, but I massaged, in a sexual daze. I heard Lisa’s voice, “Do my calves.”

I heard her again, and I was roused out of my revelry, “Yes Miss…..” I’d almost said “Yes Mistress!” Did Dad know? I dare not glance at anyone; I simply massaged her calves, which made her groan. They had us massage for a long time, much longer than normal.

Finally, it was time for bed. Lisa was in the bathroom, and Lori sat on her bed, and I dumbly stood before my bed. She’d seen me in the panties all day, I took off my shirt, but I didn’t want to lower my shorts in front of her. She gave a sly look, and merely motioned her index finger at my shorts, and without a word, I lowered my shorts, revealing my pink panties.

They were soaked with precum!

She smiled, “You’ve already had sex today, right?”

“Yes,” I whispered, and then smiled at her, and she smiled back, “Aren’t you the randy man! A big boy cock that can’t be satisfied!”

I looked at her and whispered, “Please!” I needed to CUM!

She answered, “You’ve been jacking off to our panties for the last year, right?”

“Yes Mistress.”

She said, “Show me.”

As if hypnotized, I minced to the drawer I knew so well, and grabbed my favorite pair, which still smelled of their femininity.

Lisa walked in at that moment, as I stood in my pink panties, holding the other panties to my nose, while Lori watched from the bed.

My cock had begun to soften in my panties. Lisa wore only the tiniest thongs, and a sheer sleeping top, somewhat wet, clinging to her, nipples hard and clearly visible.

She looked to Lori, who said, “He needs to cum.”

“Oh, I suppose he does,” said Lisa. “By all means, please continue.”

Just at that moment, we heard our mom cry out in the room next to us, and we all smiled at each other.

I laid on my bed, and slid my hand in my panties, while holding the other pair to my nose. I could have never imagined jerking off in front of my sisters, but it was happening. Lisa kneeled next to my bed, and Lori stood next to her. I wanted to reach and touch Lisa’s beautiful nipples, I couldn’t take my eyes off them, and she said, “You love Annie?”

“Oh, Yes,” I replied.

Lori reached for my panties and said, “Raise up,” and I raised my hips and she removed my panties, exposing my cock.

It was surreal, Lisa was kneeling so we were at eye level, and I was jerking off, while we spoke about Annie. Lisa continued, “You will make her a good husband, correct?”

“Oh, Yes Mistress!”

Lori put a hand on Lisa’s shoulder to steady herself, and brought a foot to my mouth, which I kissed. “That’s a good boy.”

Lisa continued, “You will please her at all times?”

“Yes Mistress,” as I stroked my cock.

Lori lowered her foot and straddled my thighs, just below my cock.

Then Lisa removed her top and laid down next to me. I merely had to turn my head and her nipple was at my mouth.

I exploded as never before! Cum shot all the way to my face! Eyes closed, I sucked her nipple as if it could be sucked off her body. Then I tasted my cum. Lisa was scooping it with her finger and into my mouth, and I sucked and swallowed.

My sister’s bodies were intertwined with mine, and Lisa whispered, “That’s a good boy. We will not tell Annie about this. She might not understand. But you will spend the rest of your life serving her. And when we want, you will serve us, understood?”

“Yes Mistress.”

They had me. If they told Annie, she would surely leave me. My sisters had manipulated the situation. For life, I’d serve Annie, but she would always be in second place to my Sisters.

Dreams do come true.

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He Man

You tower over me. This is right and proper. I crane my neck to look up at you. I am, as is often the case, prostrate at your feet begging forgiveness for my transgression. You have already punished me, as my red-raw cheeks will attest, on this occasion with my own paddle. I had not served you well today. I do not wish to repeat the details here as i am deeply ashamed of my failures. All I can assure you of is that I know i deserved my punishment.

But as much as the beating on my backside has left me sore and uncomfortable, it is nothing compared to my anguish as a result of my shortcomings and the obvious disappointment I have caused in you.

So here I am, at your feet begging forgiveness. Pleading for the opportunity to make amends and demonstrate my loyalty to you.

I am lying at your feet. You stand naked above me but I am blindfolded because I am unworthy to see

I turn my head and lean towards your feet until I am a breath away. I can smell your feet, clean from your shower, a perfumed soap I cannot place, but still with that slight musty odour feet always possess.

I press on emboldened by the first sparks of sensation once again derived from you. I purse my lips and lean even closer until they touch the side of your little toe. I can feel my lips as they sense your soft skin stretched across your hard bone underneath. I lick now, just ever so slightly, and sure enough I can taste your foot too, soapy from your shower and a little salty residue from your busy day.

I was right, you can make me feel alive. But the tingle I have in my lips, on my tongue and in my nostrils is only an appetiser, whetting my pallet and making the rest of my body envious of the mouth’s good fortune.

Before long I am licking and kissing all over your feet and ankles, all the while smelling your aroma and focussing çankırı escort on every lump and bump, every texture, every area which gives under my touch as would a pillow, every area which resists as would a stone. In those few minutes I think I map and absorb every millimetre of your feet, etching them into my mind.

Finally after my sensory overload my mind switches on and the cogs turn. I realise this may not just apply to my mouth and nose. Maybe my hands too will feel if they touch you, maybe they too can explore and map you. No sooner had this thought entered my head than my hands reached out searching for you. When they found your legs in the dark they lay claim to them. They shunned my mouth which they reasoned had had their fair share already.

My hands explore your calves and your thighs with a calm determination. Up and down and around. They sense you have recently waxed as they are beautifully smooth to touch. Strong and powerful, the firm muscles discernible to the touch. Higher up they broaden as they merge into the voluptuous bottom above, the firmness giving way to a little more soft pliability, just as alluring to the touch. As they explore, enjoying the sensations this brings, they become desperate for more and their pace quickens. They must feel like the arms of an octopus as they cannot get enough of you, wrapping around your limbs, investigating every nook and cranny, every sinew, every mole on your skin.

My mouth though desires to join the party too and it too begins to explore northwards too. My mouth kissing up and down each shin and calf, nuzzling behind each knee, rubbing my lips and cheeks up and down the back of your thighs. It too becoming frantic as my hands, as if in a competition with them to claim ownership of this new virgin land.

And it was çapa escort in the midst of this battle between my senses that trouble was found. Within a few seconds of each other my senses of touch and smell discover unchartered territory, and what territory it is, rich in every sense known to me. Soft, undulating bumps and crevices, some parts ticklish to my face and hands, other parts moist and warm. Some parts easy to explore, others hidden away. But above all the aromas emanating from these lands. Mingling with the soapy perfumes are sweet, delicate scents that would quickly give way to earthier, spicier, notes. My nose tries to force its way into every crevice from where the enticing scents seem to emanate. My hands seek their own sensations there too, to explore the warm, moist delights, hidden in the depths below and within.

Later I could only wish they had cooperated with each other they both would have benefited from the access this could have granted. But my head is now no longer in charge. Clear thinking no longer drives my actions. By now my cock has taken control. It stands to its fullest attention wanting to join the frenzy of activity above it, but unable to reach the source of its desire whilst you remain standing and me on my knees around and beneath you. The most my cock can hope for was the second-hand pleasure, to be derived through every other sense available, of your juicy parts. It was desperate for sensations of its own though and so by now every part of my body from the head down tries to wrap itself around your legs, to rub against you, to feel the primal pleasure this brings. My hands reach upwards in search of your bosom to squeeze and stroke, or to reach around your body in search of your soft ass cheeks, to knead them, to part them, to explore the çarşamba escort dark valley within. My chest and fat stomach are fixed now firmly against your legs, as I lift mine in a futile attempt to climb upwards towards your spring of nectar. My hips thrust my cock against and between your legs, all to derive as much friction as they and my disadvantageous position would permit.

It is then, just short of the climactic sensation i am in search of, when I feel the greatest sensation of all. A sharp crack of noise followed by a stinging sensation across my back, ass and cheeks. I wince as the pain tears across my body but I cling on tight to the limbs I had been exploring so manically just moments earlier, but more tightly now as if they would offer me the protection I seek.

Thwack! Another sharp searing pain across my body forces me to let go of your legs and I fall to floor, curling into a ball. The flogger in your hands now bears down on my back and buttocks again and again, remorselessly until all I can do is sob and beg for mercy at your feet. I now have had all the sensations I can bear to take from your body. All I need now is your pity.

But as I lie there you show me you are no monster but simply a loving teacher and protector who must sometimes discipline me to help me learn, to grow into the perfect slave I wish to be. As you rub cream into the wounds left by the leather straps of your flogger, you explain that I had started very well with decorum, composure and due respect. You were prepared to allow me a degree of latitude as I became more frantic the more I was exposed to the treasures of sensations your body offered. But once I lost control of my actions to my cock you could not allow the assault on your body to continue. You are not territory to be explored or conquered. I should seek to entice, to nurture, to worship as this would bring forth much greater bounties forward me, if only I could learn to be the worthy slave I yearned to be.

As I lay cradled in your arms, nuzzled gently against your breasts, I sob almost silently (in shame more than pain), as you slowly lull me into sleep.

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Ms. Julie Ch. 02: Over the Line

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Brunette

“Andy, I want you to kiss my toes. OK?” Julie had crossed the line from incredibly bossy and mean to kinky. She was asking me to follow her. Should I cross that line with her? I didn’t know what that would mean, but I did know there would be no crossing back.

We didn’t move or speak for a long moment. Then, I lifted her right foot and bent forward to kiss the tops of her toes. I felt a thrill of surrender at that moment. She flexed her toes and sighed. “Good boy, Andy. Like that. Keep going, Andy. Take… take my big toe in your mouth.”

I’d never thought of women’s feet as a turn on, but somehow these were the sexiest words I’d ever heard. I obeyed. Her toe wiggled between my lips and pressed on my tongue. There was a bit of sandy grit and a salty flavor. This was so degrading and forbidden. It made my nipples stiff.

“Suck it, Andy. But gently.” Julie lay back on the couch. I lightly sucked and licked the toe in my mouth until the salt and grit were gone. I heard Julie sigh. “Don’t stop, Andy. bursa rus escort Suck my toes.” She wriggled her toes and I took in the big toe’s neighbor. Julie giggled. More grit and saltiness. I felt powerless, humiliated and incredibly aroused. My cock was painfully hard.

I glanced up and found Julie looking at me intensely. She had her hands on the waistband of her shorts. “Don’t look away, Andy. Keep doing what you’re doing.” She popped the button and opened the zipper. “Look up at me, Andy. Look in my eyes while you suck my toes.” Her slender hand slid between her brown belly and her sky blue panties. Her fingers moved up and down under the fabric of her underpants.

“Oh, Andy, don’t stop.” Her eyes bored into mine. “Just do as I tell you. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

I sucked and licked her toes in twos and threes and individually and watched raptly as Julie rubbed and fingered herself. I never took my eyes off her face. Gradually, she increased her hand’s büyükçekmece escort tempo..I felt her toes curl in my mouth. After a while Julie’s eyes narrowed and closed. Her head fell back and rocked side to side as she briskly rubbed her clitoris.

“Oh, Andy….. Ah!…. Who’s a good boy? Uh! You’re a good boy. Keep sucking me, Andy. Don’t stop. oh! OH! goodboygoodboygoodBOY!” Her body arched as she came. Her whole body stayed still, suspended in a backbend. Then she slowly melted into the couch as her moans faded. Her toes popped out of my mouth.

I knelt stunned at her feet while she caught her breath. What had just happened? Who was I?

“Mmmmm, Andy! That was so nice! You were amazing! Why don’t you come right up here…” She grabbed me by the ears and pulled me to my hands and knees with my face between her legs, “…. and sit with me.” She clamped my face between her bare thighs. Whatever this was, it wasn’t sitting.

My caddebostan escort nose was jammed up into the crotch of her shorts. My face was inches from her open fly. I had a view of blue panties and her beautiful belly button under the hem of her slightly dingy t-shirt.

“Can you smell my pussy, Andy? It’s sopping wet thanks to you.”

“Yes, Julie.” My voice was muffled and my chin was jammed against the couch cushions.

“What does it smell like?” She had a funky but mild aroma I couldn’t find words for. Finally I said, “Heaven, Julie.”

She chuckled. “Very good answer, Andy. Does it make your cock hard?”

“Oh, yes, Julie.”

“Do you think you’ll ever get to heaven?”

“I hope so.”

“I hope so, too, Andy. Someday, maybe. But not tonight. It’s a first date, you know.” She gave me a mocking pout and held her hand before my eyes. “But I’ll give you a little taste. Lick.” I took her fingers in my mouth. After a moment she pulled her fingers out of my mouth and slumped back in her seat. She flicked on the TV.

“Just stay there for while and think about my pussy. Think about how to make my pussy tingle. That’s how you get to heaven, Andy.” She giggled. “Maybe you should say a little prayer to my pussy.” She sat back, still holding my face in place with her thighs and turned the TV up. “Silently,” she added.

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Miss Natalie Returns Pt. 02

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Again, there is no sex in this part. Still only build-up.

Miss Natalie Returns

Part Two: Natalie and Gary meet.

On Saturday morning I slept in a little later than usual. Around ten I texted Gary to meet me at a small Café near my downtown apartment at 1 pm. The place is well known for their brunch menu and is normally not very busy at that time of day. I arrived shortly before one and texted Gary that I was seated at a table in the back. We would have more privacy there since most of the small crowd still eating would be at the tables out front on the sidewalk patio enjoying the warm summer day.

Once Gary was seated with me, the first thing he said was, “My wife told me that you told her that you are planning on coming over to our house tonight?”

“Yes, I told her that last night. It’s the only way that I will agree to do this is that we meet at your home. Are you sure that you are ok with that?”

After thinking it over for a few moments, Gary responded, “Yes, I think that will work.”

“Ok, before we go any further with this, I need to know that you fully understand all of the risk that you are taking. Like I said in the bar last night I do have some past experience with this sort of thing. There is the very strong possibility if things do not go right the both of you could destroy your relationship and end your marriage. This is not a game, in fact is fraught with many dangers. If we decide to proceed it will change things between you and Linda forever. It may be for the better, but it could also be for the worst as well. I really need to hear that you understand that.”

Gary took several moments before he responded. This indicated to me that he was taking the time to very carefully consider the words I had just spoken to him. When he did finally speak, he said, “Yes, I understand very much what you are telling me. I love my wife very much and would never do anything to purposefully hurt her. I also know that she loves me very much as well. I truly believe çan escort she wants this. May be even needs it.”

After hearing Gary’s response, I started with a few questions of my own. “How submissive is your wife? You know does she do what you teller her to do? Not just in the bedroom, but at other times as well?”

Thinking for a minute Gary replied, “Yes, I am pretty sure that she is submissive. I know that she has been having submissive fantasies.”

“Ok that is very much what I had suspected,” I responded. “Now you also told me that this is not your first time doing this. How many times have you been successful in finding another woman?”

“There have been only two so far.”

“And for how long have the two of you been doing this. And how did the two of you get started?”

“We have been doing this for almost a full year now. It was actually on our real twentieth wedding anniversary. We had been out to dinner and Linda suggested it saying, ‘There is something special I want to do for you. I want to watch you with another woman.’ She confessed to me that she had been secretly fantasizing about watching me with another woman for almost ten years. She also revealed that she really wanted to be the one who procured the woman for me. At first, I thought that she was just joking. Until Linda brought a girl that she knows from work home with her one night about a week later.”

“Did you sleep with her?”

“No, she backed out at the last minute. After that we decided to only stick to women we did not know socially or professionally.”

“And where then did you meet these two women?”

“First we tried to meet women through the internet.”

“And how did that work?”

“Linda set up a profile on several hook-up sites pretending to be me. She would select profiles of women that she liked and would contact them still pretending to be me. She would even chat online with them. Eventually she was able to set up a date and a time çanakkale escort for me to meet them. But none of those ever got past a first date.”

“So then how did you meet the two women that you have been successful with so far?

“We picked them up in bars.”

“And how did you pick up the two women that you met in bars?”

“We would go into a bar separately. Linda would select a woman that she liked and point her out to me. I would then try and pick her up. It took several tries before I was successful.”

“Have any of the other woman so far had any type of interaction with Linda other than letting her watch?”

“So far none of the woman have let her watch. In fact, they did not even know she was there. On the two times that I was successful I would take the women back to a hotel room. We would always book a two-room suite. Linda would let herself in after the girl and I went into the bedroom and then leave before we came backout. Those women did not even know that she was ever even there. But once I brought up the possibility of including my wife, they were all pretty much no longer interested. To tell you the truth I think most of the young women so far have really been only looking for a sugar daddy. Once they figured out that was not what we were looking for we never heard from them again.”

“So, none of the previous woman have ever really interacted with Linda. Do you think that she would like that?”

“Yes, I do very much so. The two of us have even talked about it several times. That is one of the reason’s that we chose that particular bar last night. So far, all the women have been younger than you. We decided on trying to find someone just a little bit more mature. And we thought that might be a much better place. Young, professional, but still mostly single. Also, it has been becoming more and more important to Linda that she be the one to select and procure the girl. She was the one who first spotted you at the bar. That çankaya escort is why she was the one who first approached you at the bar last night.”

“So, tell me what some of the things are that the two of you have discussed?”

For the next hour Gary told me all about what he and Linda have talked about and discussed. He also described to me several of the fantasies that she has been having.

Afterwards I spent another hour laying out my plans for Gary’s wife. The whole time he just sat there nodding his head and saying, “Yes, I think that she would like that.”

Finally, I gave Gary a safe word to use at any time if anything occurred with which he was not comfortable. We also agreed that if Linda just said, “No,” or “Stop,” or resisted in anyway everything would also stop immediately.

When Gary and I finally finished our conversation, I was very sure Linda would not be just a detached observer watching as her husband and his lover acted out her fantasy. No, she would be a very active participant in her own debasement. A very active participant indeed.

My final instructions to Gary were, “Do not tell her that the two of us have talked. Just that you have heard from me and that I will be arriving for dinner around seven and that she should prepare something nice.” Then I said, “Text me your address. So, I have it.” Then I added, “Linda does know how to cook? Doesn’t she?”

“Yes, she is a very good cook.” That did not surprise me in the least.

When Gary left, he was very enthusiastic. And why would he not be. His wife was finally going to receive the humiliation and debasement that she so desperately craved. And he was going to get to fuck a pussy twenty years longer than him.

After Gary left the Café, I did not go straight back to my apartment. Instead taking a walk around the block to think and gather my thoughts. My conversation with Gary not only revealed to me that Linda had a very deep longing to be a cuckquean, but also was a closeted submissive. One that had dreams of submitting to a strong younger dominant woman. When I did finally make it back to my apartment, I went into my closet to retrieve a small trunk buried way in the back. Opening the lid, I stared at the contents inside. It was time for Miss Natalie to make her return.

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Loving Eyes

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He decided he might as well have a seat. He grabbed the door knob again and tried to turn it. He wondered for a minute if he should break it open. “Damn, how much would the hotel charge him for busting up the lock?” he wondered.

She was there behind the door; normally a thousand miles stood between them, an eternity, and now she was only three feet away. He thought of how hard they had worked, what all they had maneuvered for this time, how much they had prayed to the powers that be, just to have these two nights together.

He took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. He had dressed in his best suit. He thought of all his plans for tonight. Things weren’t getting off to a good start. The Dom in him knew that he would have to punish her for this sometime this weekend and even though he was annoyed, a slow smile crossed his face.

He planned to have room service bring them a splendid meal and to treat her like the queen she was to him. He looked at the little dining table with the long stem roses in the center. He had put together a medley of all the love songs she had sent him all year. She was such a romantic, his little slut.

He planned to wine and dine her. Slow dance close with her and let her feel his desire for her. Stare into her eyes and let her know just how lovely he found her. Make her feel like she was the most desirable woman he had ever known and just how precious she was to him.

He wanted the first time he took her to be gentle and loving. He had all weekend to use her for his enjoyment and pleasure and he was going to take his time.

He tried again, in his most stern Dom voice.

“Celeste, Pet, open the door now.”

She was crying, “I can’t Sir. I just can’t.”

She had barricaded herself in there now for over an hour and nothing he said seemed to be making any difference. He knew she was afraid, excited, nervous and a host of other emotions all rolled up into one and it was making her act a bit “crazy”.

“Did you follow my instructions to the letter about how you were to look when I entered the room tonight?”

No answer, just crying.

He had left her a hand written note at the front desk when she checked in along with a gift box. As usual he was very specific on how he wanted her to look when he arrived. He smiled thinking of how sexy she must look behind this bucak escort damn bathroom door. His dick started to get hard again. He stroked his dick through his pants. He had a hard on for most of the day thinking about her and tonight.

He got up from the door and went over to the bar area and made himself a scotch on the rocks. This was going to be a long night and he was determined to be patient and in control but right now he needed a drink.

He thought about tricking her to make her come out. He knew that if he pretended he was leaving and let the door slam she would come out running, crying and yelling like a three year old being abandoned by their mother. Like most submissive humiliation, pain and pleasure were all intricately woven into her DNA but tricking her like that might be too much even for her.

If they hadn’t moved heaven and earth for this weekend he would have left by now to teach her a lesson. He sat down in the leather desk chair and started to unwind while drinking his scotch. He began to reminisce on how they had started their virtual D/s relationship.

After reading several of her bdsm erotica stories she had posted on one of his favorite bdsm sites, he had reached out to her via email telling her how much he had enjoyed her writing. Inviting her to chat with him about her fantasies and desires. He had started slow, trying to connect to her on a higher level than just sex.

He found her refreshing and intelligent with a strong desire to explore her submissive inclinations. He had guided her skillfully and carefully until they had reached a point when they knew that the connection they felt was more than just a fleeting thrill. He wanted her, he needed her to be his and she had felt the same way that he had been what she had been searching for most of her adult life.

They both had long term vanilla marriages that had left a void in their souls and spirits but they were committed to them to the end. But together they made each other whole, alive and fulfilled. He had had subs before but this was her first time and up until now it had all been virtually. He chatted with her every day and they had carved out some “play time” twice a week due to her work schedule. It wasn’t ideal but the distance had made it impossible for anything else.

He had been patient bulancak escort with her quest for knowledge. He answered all her questions about domination and submission. He talked to her about chat rooms and he warned her about imposters and scammers.

The more he earned her trust, the more they explored her blossoming sexuality. She was really naive about sex toys. He had helped her buy some toys and explained what they did and how they enhanced the sexual experience. Eventually he used them with her when they played.

They discovered that she was a painslut which really appealed to his slightly sadistic nature. He loved the fact that she was almost insatiable when it came to sex. She had been terrified about anal sex. He had started her slowly with lubrication and butt plugs and then graduated to dildos in her ass. She had come to love and even crave anal play, he told her she would.

He laughed when he thought of how afraid she was of him seeing her naked for the first time on their initial video conference. She said no one except her husband had seen her naked in over 30 years and that now he saw her through loving eyes.

The reason it was so funny is that he had commanded her to send him intimate pictures of different parts of her body and although it was humiliating to her, she had done it.

He told her he had seen enough to know what she would look like completely naked and what made her think he wouldn’t see her through loving eyes.

I think they passed a new threshold when he helped her discover subspace. She had read about it but she didn’t really think it existed. The first time it happened he had her use her nipple suckers and then once her nipples were aching and sore he had her spank her titties 10 times with a ruler and the last three directly on her nipples, the resulting pain sent her into subspace.

She had described it to him as floating or leaving her body and feeling like she was strung out on dope. When she had come back to her body she was extremely happy and giddy and in love with the world, like a happy drunk. He had ached to hold her and give the appropriate after care but he had stayed with her virtually until she was more herself.

He taught her how to embrace the pain, how to give into it and have extremely intense orgasm. Once she was bulanık escort no longer afraid of it, he pushed her limits and she had experienced subspace several more times.

He had been patient and loving when she experienced sub drop. It was new to him and he was sorry he couldn’t be there physically to console her but he reassured her he was there and was not going anywhere while she worked through all her dark feelings.

After almost a year of their virtual relationship, he had surprised her with a plan for them to spend this weekend together and trust and believe it had not been easy. Not only did their schedules have to align but they had to come up with convincing cover stories for their spouses.

Damn it! This was not like his little slut. She always obeyed whatever he asked her to do. Then it dawned on him. He knew what he needed to do.

He finished his drink and put on his suit jacket and straightened his tie. He looked around the room and then he saw it. Her phone was on the nightstand by the bed. He went to the bathroom door and slid it under.

He began to text her.

“Hello Pet.”

“Hello Sir.”

“How was the flight, uneventful I hope?”

“Yes Sir, it was fine.”

“The trip from the airport?” he texted.

“It was a lovely ride, Sir and thank you for the beautiful roses waiting for me in the car.”

Roses was her safe word. It was her grandmother’s favorite flower.

“It is just like you to know what would make me feel safe and loved.” she texted.

“Pet, I suspect that you need to wash your face and reapply your makeup, don’t you?”

He could hear her get up off the floor and talking to herself she said, “You look a hot mess.”

He smiled.

“Let me know when you’ve done what I’ve asked.” he texted.

A few minutes later, her text said, “Done, Sir.”

He sighed and then he texted, “Unlock the door, Pet.”

He stood back as he heard the door unlock.

As he stepped into the bathroom, he saw the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

There she was on her knees, wearing the lovely black teddy and the matching thong he had bought her. She had on the red garters and black stockings and the strappy black high heels that he liked. Some of her hair fell soft around her face with the majority of it in a pretty ponytail tied with a red ribbon to match her garters.

While she was a vision for any man to behold what was so beautiful was the look in her eyes. She looked at him with such loving eyes, they said, “Take me I am yours for now and for always.” No one had ever looked at him with so much love before, it took his breath away.

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Do you think that ‘the one’ appears when you least expect him? That is my experience. I’m not someone who makes things happen or sets her sights on a man and knows how to go about making him hers. I guess that’s what seduction is and I’ve never tried it. Only a fool would try that on Hollis; he’d see right through it for the manipulation it is.

And yes, some girls have just thrown themselves at him, even right in front of me, like willing human sacrifices. Even if they’re hot, Hollis regards this the way a tiger would react to rancid meat. Why settle for carrion when you’re built to hunt and could eat your prey still warm? I’ve seen him close his eyes for a second and melt into a stranger’s caress to enjoy the sensuality for a second. Then his eyes snap open and he’ll send her flying across the roadhouse’s sticky floor to fall on her ass with her mouth hanging open. I think they expect to enjoy his dick first before the violence, especially when they approach him all pornified.

Holly takes what he wants and that’s how it’s got to be; nothing turns him off faster than being approached for sex like he’s desirable. When we met, I tried not to let on how much I wanted him, but only because I knew he was out of my league, as they say. He was gorgeous, powerful, seething with volatility… I just assumed he’d want a female version of his badass self. It didn’t occur to me right away that the one to snag his interest and capture that feral heart would be submissive.

The difference between throwing yourself at a man like you have zero self-respect and submitting body and soul is perhaps subtle, but it’s a distinction even Holly’s deranged mind gets instinctively. He saw my true nature where most people wouldn’t. The night we met, I learned his life attunes him to secrets. His are massive.

It was about 9 PM on a Friday. It was raining. I remember that because I knew his bandages would be soaked and need changing. It was clear to me he was hitchhiking, though both thumbs were trapped in gauze mitts. This made sense–he was about a half-mile down the road from the Wayne County Hospital where I work.

I took in his silhouette–what a fine-looking man. He had unusually broad shoulders, a V taper to narrow hips, and he appeared to be lean but not skinny. Even from a distance, I could make out his angular features when the passing headlights caught them just right. I liked the way his unevenly cut hair stuck to his forehead and the way rain dripped from his cheekbones. As I slowed up, I noticed the pink of his tongue as he licked his delicate, wet lips. Damn.

Would I have stopped if he weren’t wounded? Did that make him seem safer? Would I have told myself it’s idiotic to pick up a hitchhiker if he weren’t so fucking angelic? I’ve often asked myself these questions. All I can be sure of is that I wasn’t starving for sex, but I was instantly thirsty as hell for this man. I wanted to drink him starting with the rainwater, finishing with his cum.

I stopped and he trotted up to the open passenger side window.

“Where are you headed?” I called out.

His eyes punctured me. I was sure he was just reading my mind, that he knew the impression he’d already made, but I shook off the paranoia. His smirk unsettled me.

“Anywhere. Away from here. Wherever you’ll drop me is fine.”

At this point, I noticed that even though I’d already stopped, he was still looking down the road from the direction I came. He appeared to be looking for someone he didn’t want to catch up with him. When we heard the distant sirens, his hand impatiently darted for the door handle. I swear he commanded me with only his eyes.

“Well, okay then! Get in, please.”

He didn’t hesitate and I carefully pulled back onto the road, then took the first exit to the highway. My pulse raced. I’m not a great driver to begin with, so on a rainy night with such a distracting passenger I just kept my mouth shut and started to drive to my apartment. I didn’t know what else to do.

“Are you sure I can’t take you someplace? It’s just that… I’m almost home, so that’s where this ride would normally end. If you want to go further, I don’t mind driving a little. It’s really up to you, uh…”

“Kevin,” he offered.

I don’t know why, but I laughed. So did he! I gave him more than a quick peripheral glance this time and noticed the teeth–unnaturally rotten. ‘Well, no one can be that perfect,’ I thought. He was still more beautiful than anyone I’d seen in recent memory, in film or real life.

“I thought I was good at lyin’,” he drawled. The brief smile gave way to tension around his mouth and eyes. He was in pain, perhaps a substantial amount.

“Maybe you are, maybe you aren’t. I just know you’re not a Kevin.”

“Heh, yeah. He’s my brother. Aw, fuck it. I’m Hollis… Holly.”

“Yeah, that’s more like it,” I agreed. I didn’t ask why he’d lie. I took in the injuries. Probably burns, as if he’d tried to salvage something going up in flames. The teeth… some small burdur escort scabs like he had a habit of picking at his sleek neck. I had never smelled a meth lab before, but there was a strange chemical smell emanating from his wet clothes. However, I was more intrigued by the musky scent of his sweat that I could detect underneath it. I put it together right then that he had been cooking, it caught fire, he’d reluctantly gone to get his injuries treated, someone at the ER had called the police.

Of course, he could be wanted for something worse–perhaps much worse–than manufacturing crank. I didn’t care. In hindsight, I can see I was already falling for him. Too fast? Sure. Too fast to be believed? Only if you don’t believe in love at first sight. Call it shallow, or maybe animal instinct, or maybe, to be lofty about it, it was just written in the stars. I chose to give him my trust.

What does that say about me? He’s a drug dealer, a killer, a sex freak, a meth head… of all the people I could have met, I chose him. Oh, like I’m such a prize!

“Hollis… would you like to stay at my place tonight? You know, until you figure things out? I can change your bandages. You can dry off…” I kept my voice even, blasé almost. I wanted it to be clear that I was offering, not begging.

“Ya really should be more careful,” he replied. “I mean, I could be anyone. You don’t know shit about me,” he said, almost angry with me.

“It was just a thought. At least you’re closer to the highway now, so you should have a better chance at getting… someplace.”

His breathing had grown shallow, panting almost. Burns do hurt like hell, relentlessly. I could see he didn’t like the thought of standing in the cold rain while in pain, maybe hungry, bored to tears or beginning to freak out about his situation. Was he going through withdrawal? I didn’t have much that could treat that, but we might be able to take the edge off it a little, make it a fraction less awful.

“Yeah, okay. Let’s go to your place. But if you call the cops, you’ll regret it.”

I had no doubt he’d just threatened to kill me. It was not an idle threat. I was okay with that. I knew from the start that if I ever crossed him, he’d kill me without hesitation. How painfully, I didn’t know, but that didn’t matter. I just wouldn’t betray him.

I didn’t promise him I wouldn’t because I could tell from the jump that promises sicken him. We have that in common.

“I won’t.” I shrugged–there’s no other true thing I could say that wouldn’t sound like a lie.

I lived in an apartment complex on the second floor. It was clean and recently built, but nothing enviable. Most of the tenants were low-level hospital employees like me, with the rest holding other types of working-class jobs. One of those places where you enter from the outside like it’s a motel. The inside looked like it could be one, too. I kept it spartan, generic. I don’t like a lot of clutter and I’m not one of those people who want their personality looking back at them everywhere they turn. It’s probably creepy to some people that I have no photos, no collections of crap nor personal touches. I find most people’s places creepy, too.

Hollis entered and looked around warily. “Ya live alone?”

“I do. No one to come looking for me if you murder me in my sleep. They won’t find me until my putrid corpse rots through the floorboards into the unit below,” I deadpanned.

“That’s fuckin’ sick,” he said, showing a little of his teeth. I decided I like to make him smile. “Ya got anything to drink?”

“Booze? I have some vodka in the freezer if you like. What did they give you for the pain?” I asked.

“Shot of morphine. It’s wearin’ off already,” he said a little pathetically. What the fuck was that twinge in my belly–maternal feeling for this degenerate? He can be very cute, just take my word for it. Maybe not adult Holly, but I get flashes of him as the vulnerable boy who was cruelly molded into the beast he is today.

I went to the open-plan kitchen to fix him a drink. “How do you like it? I could…”

“Just gimme the bottle,” he snapped. From someone else, I’d have been annoyed. Yes, it’s a little that I understood he was in pain. More than that, though, I liked the tone in his voice. It felt more like dominance than rudeness. At least, that’s how I chose to interpret it.

“Please,” I said, gesturing at the two bar stools on the other side of the counter. He sat down in the practiced way of a man who’d spent some time haunting a bar. His bandages squished when he rested his forearms on the fake marble. There was no way around it–those would need changing. But first, best to get some alcohol down his throat. I ignored his command for the bottle and poured a generous amount into a glass and put a straw in it. How else was he going to manage?

He grunted at the straw. “I won’t tell anyone,” I whispered.

There was that pink tongue tip again to guide the straw between burhaniye escort his perfect lips. Fuck. I was in so much trouble already in more ways than one. His shoulders looked even wider as he leaned over his drink. “More,” he said a second later. I complied by pouring a little more so he wouldn’t have to ask so frequently. I hoped the mostly full bottle would be enough for him. We didn’t talk. He drank and I tried not to stare at him.

“Fuck. I’m dyin’ for a smoke. Ya got cigarettes?”

I apologized that I’d quit. I looked at the clock. It wasn’t quite 10 PM. “I could run out. What kind do you smoke?”

He eyed me suspiciously. “You’re gonna leave me alone in your apartment?” he asked.

“I doubt you’re in any shape to walk off with my TV. I don’t have anything to take.”

“I think I’m good,” he decided pointedly. I might not have been afraid to leave him alone, but him letting me out of his sight was another matter.

“I have no interest in calling the police. I don’t even know what you did. I do have to check if I’ve got enough gauze to wrap those. That can’t be comfortable to have them soaked through like that. I’m just going to the bathroom, okay?” I placed my phone on the counter and walked down the hall feeling like I was supposed to ask to be excused or something. In my own damn home!

At work, they kept giving out these cheapo first aid kits. I’d ended up with several and so between them probably had enough to wrap his arms. Shit. Was that the extent of the injuries? I didn’t even ask. That wet sweatshirt he had on looked like the ones the hospital has for patients to leave in if their clothes have been ruined.

I’m not even close to his size, but I did have an oversized toweling robe that could fit most people. I brought that back to him, too, in case he wanted to get out of his wet things. He certainly couldn’t sleep in the state he was in.

“Here, I thought you could wear this. Um, do you want some help? I know it’s weird, but…”

“Sure. Ya work in a hospital. I got nothin’ you ain’t seen before,” he drawled. His voice was raspy but soft, too, like a wave sounds machine. It was beginning to have a hypnotic effect I’d grow to crave. “Hit me again, first.”

I poured him another two fingers, which he slurped up like water. “Better than what I usually drink,” he observed.

“Somewhere along the way, I got it in my head that being an adult meant having good vodka in the freezer,” I said.

“What else ya got hidden away that makes you an adult?” he replied, not missing a beat. Was that a leer? I didn’t mind it, except that it was making me blush. He noticed and chuckled.

“Okay. Ready now?” I asked him, though getting him undressed was not the most effective change of topic to cool me off.

“Let’s do it,” he said and was quickly on his feet. He raised his arms and winced–just the change of elevation hurt him a lot. I felt terrible he was going to have a long, painful night ahead of him. I lifted the hem of his sweatshirt and he stooped so I could pull it over his head. The backs of my fingers made just enough contact to feel the heat and smoothness of his skin, the hard abdominal muscles beneath it. I glanced at his chest and instantly felt weary as it looked like the ideal place to rest my head.

“Are the burns just on your arms?” I asked.

“Mostly. I mean, the burns, yeah. I have stitches in my back from some shrapnel. There was an explosion… “

“I see. Can you turn around? I’ll get those first.”

His back has a gorgeous flow to the musculature, but what struck me most was the demon tattoos. Large and stacked on one shoulder, they had the appearance of winged creatures trapped in a tornado. They seemed to say as much about Hollis as any answer he might care to give me to the growing number of questions forming in my bewildered brain.

The bandages came off easily. The incisions were neat. There was some bruising and swelling, nothing out of the ordinary. I dabbed a little hydrogen peroxide on the wounds and applied square bandage pads. It was easy enough to create a false feeling of competence. I was handling this. You know, like an adult.

It was good that the gauze mitts were saturated, otherwise, they might have stuck to the open wounds they covered. When his first arm was revealed, I gasped, unable to help it. It was bad. Not horrific, as in exposed fat and bone, but it was somewhere between raw hamburger and fresh roadkill.

“Jesus, ya gonna pass out on me, girl?” he asked. “Yer white as a ghost.”

“I’m… good. Yeah… okay… it’s okay…” I babbled as I did fight the rising unconsciousness.

“Thought ya worked in the hospital,” he said, looking almost amused.

“I’m a fucking dietitian! I never said I was a nurse.”

That’s how I ended up here in the middle of nowhere. My degree in nutrition qualified me to run a dietary department. So, I left California for the Utah desert. My job was essentially deciding bursa escort who got sugar-free Jell-O and who could have regular without going into a diabetic coma. It’s as fascinating as it sounds. I’m so glad I made the move for one obvious reason. What a tragedy it would be to continue to live my life unowned by Holly!

“I’m not sure what to put on this to disinfect it without hurting it. Did they tell you how to take care of this at home?” I asked hopefully.

“I wasn’t exactly discharged. Just pour that shit all over it.”

“You sure about that?” I asked.

“I really doubt yer gonna make it worse!” he snapped at me again. “It’ll be okay. Or just cover it up–I don’t fuckin’ care,” he added more calmly.

He held his arms out over the counter and I tentatively poured a splash of hydrogen peroxide; I winced, though he didn’t react at all. The liquid bubbled grotesquely for a long moment, then quieted.

“See? You’re doing fine,” he reassured me. I remember thinking it was almost like he was trying to be nice. Why was I sure already he wasn’t nice? His demons riding his back? And why didn’t I care? I’m normally quite sensitive–if someone looks at me wrong, I avoid them forever. I suppose with eyes like his there is no wrong way for him to look at me. Just so long as his gaze remains on me, I can breathe.

There was just enough gauze to adequately cover both arms just past the elbows where the burns stop. I exhaled more dramatically than I meant to.

“Now get my belt,” he told me, enjoying himself despite the surely awful pain. Maybe the palliative effect of the vodka was kicking in. I hoped so. If he didn’t need every drop, I’d have taken a swig myself for some liquid courage.

I stepped closer and reached for his waist. My fingers went numb so were clumsy. His intense gaze was trained on my face, and I had no doubt he was seeing everything about me, inside and out: every freckle and pore, every sinful or embarrassing thought. I exhaled again, this time with resignation. I accepted that he knew I wanted him violently.

I unbuckled, undid the top button on his jeans, unzipped him, and stepped back. He’d just have to try on his own to do the rest.

“Think you’re forgettin’ something,” he stated.

It had been a while, but surely undressing a man wasn’t that complicated. “Huh?”

“My laces. I can’t untie my boots without my fingers,” he pointed out oh-so-innocently.

It was as I knelt in front of him for the first time that I noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear. It was the scent of him, sharp and sweet, that prompted me to lift my face so that I was eye-level with his open fly. He smelled like sex. He looked like it, too, with the thick base of his semi-hard cock exposed, the length bulging in the rain-heavy jeans slipping down his legs. I could barely keep from licking him.

I hastily untied his boots and sat back on my heels, looking away. When he was able to kick them off, I pulled off what was left of his socks. It was too bad the fire hadn’t claimed those somehow, but at least his legs were unscathed. I stood up, feeling him smirking at me in his naked beauty, and held out the bathrobe at arm’s length for him to slip on. I knotted the belt around his waist a bit more roughly than needed. When I stepped back, he studied my face with a raised eyebrow.

“Are ya good?” he asked.

“I should be asking you that! How bad is the pain?”

“It don’t tickle, if that’s what you mean.”

“I, um, have some painkillers. I can’t give you all of them because I really do need them for my back and I can’t get any rest without them, but you need them, too. Just be careful since you’ve been drinking, okay? Don’t take more than one at a time.”

My man is such an all-around addict. His face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. You see, I knew he’d find a way to steal my meds, even if I’d managed to hide them. I thought if I just shared with him, he might leave me some. “Well, don’t hold out on me, girl.”

I got the oxycodone bottle, knowing I might have to explain to my doctor why it is I’d run out too early. In this region, he’d surely heard it all before. I told myself not to be so damn selfish and remembered the sight of his raw flesh I’d already pushed out of my mind. Addict or not, he had a reason to take narcotics tonight.

To my horror, Hollis downed a small handful of pills with a swig of vodka.

“Jesus, no! You’re going to kill yourself doing that!”

“I know what I’m doin’. This is like candy to me,” he said matter-of-factly. He was neither cocky nor ashamed about it. It was my first introduction to the Zen of Holly: No hope, no fear; no pride, no shame. There was only desire and the strength to fulfill those desires in their myriad forms. He only had to stay healthy enough to remain the ferocious predator. As long as he didn’t get soft, he’d take as much of whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it.

“I can’t imagine you’ve got much appetite, but I’d like to make you some food. Would you eat something?” I pleaded.

“I can eat. It’s been a couple of days,” he confided.

“Oh, no! Why so long? You need fuel to heal your body.”

“I’ve been kinda busy,” he growled sardonically. “I had a fuck ton of work to do… ya can see how that panned out,” he said.

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Landlady Clare Ch. 01

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Author’s Note: This is a fictional story of an intense female dominant/male submissive relationship between a mature woman and much younger man. If you enjoy such stories, please read on – if not, please choose another more to your tastes. If you choose to read this story please vote and comment. Thank you – FJ.

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Preface

“There is an element of truth in all legends,” Professor Abraham Van Helsing, Bram Stoker’s Dracula.

Fall 2020

COVID-19 had hit Clare Stanfield hard. She knew she was not alone in that. She also knew she had survived and prospered thru even more difficult times. Still, it was a real pain in the ass to have to make so many fundamental adjustments at this time in her life.

Clare had avoided the infection – more fortunate than some of her friends. But, her bustling business had collapsed overnight.

At five feet even, Clare was a 120 pound, voluptuous mature woman whose commanding presence in any group or situation belied her stature. Her short blonde hair was pulled straight back to fully reveal her lovely, expressive face centered on her large warm brown eyes. A small nose, upon which perched her elegant steel rimmed glasses and lush lips guarding even white teeth completed her oval face. Delicate lines of life etched her tanned facial skin emphasizing alternately her disarming smile or disapproving scowl.

Clare lived in an elegant, two story townhome in the walled, gated resort community of El Dorado, north of Tampa. She had moved to Florida 15 years ago from Illinois to escape the messy aftermath of an abusive marriage. As she rebuilt her life, she vowed to indulge the two central cores of her personality – an insatiable sexual appetite and her need to be in control.

She succeeded.

Clare’s devoted second husband had died a year ago – ‘just plain worn out’ by the intensity of life with her. She had no close family ties. She enjoyed her life free of conventional restraint and centered it on her friends, business and resort community.

Heading into the fall, Clare was beginning to feel a bit desperate. With the loss of her husband and the advent of COVID she had consumed most of her small savings and found the opportunities for the sexual intercourse she depended on vastly diminished.

She looked to assuage both problems by renting the studio apartment on her first floor. She knew who she wanted as her tenant, but had just not found him yet. The seeming endless stream of interviews had revealed applicants that uniformly failed one or more of her stringent requirements. She saw her next applicant drive into the parking lot behind her home. When he emerged and walked around her building to her front door she was relieved and cautiously encouraged.

COVID-19 had hit Bill Franklin hard too. He knew he was not alone in that. He also knew he had survived and prospered thru even more difficult times. Still, it was a real pain in the ass to have to make so many fundamental adjustments at this time in his life.

Bill had avoided the infection. As a newly hired accountant at a firm in downstate Illinois when the corona virus hit, he was among the first to be let go. Scrambling, he found a job that could be done remotely except for the weekly in person meetings in Tampa. He packed his few belongings in his well used Honda CRV and drove with all dispatch to Florida. He was looking for an inexpensive place to rent and start his life anew.

Bill had no obligations, no family. He was an orphan, the sealed court records effectively barring him from knowledge of his past. He was a product of the Illinois foster care system, bandied from pillar to post. He was smart, knew it but had little direction to his life. He had been unable to keep a girlfriend or a close friend of either sex for that matter. If his IQ was high, his social IQ was not. There had been no long goodbyes when he abruptly left for Florida.

Bill had little money for the deposit, first month rent and last month rent typically required. He had a sparse credit history. He had been uniformly unsuccessful in finding a new permanent home with reliable internet connection close to Tampa – necessities if he was to start his new job. This was Friday and his new job started Monday. He needed a ‘home’ by then. He too was a bit desperate. Next on his list was the studio apartment advertised by Ms. Clare Stanfield.

The short phone call arranging the appointment revealed two things – Clare’s deep rich mature voice – which Bill found very sexy – and Bill’s clear young tenor voice – which Clare found equally appealing.

As Bill approached El Dorado, he noted the high, solid, gold painted stone walls which blocked any view of the community inside. An elaborate double gate system allowed him entrance after being cleared by the guard. Gaining directions to Ms. Stanfield’s home, Bill began to slowly drive through the community. The modest single family homes, apartments and townhomes all appeared meticulously kept.

It was a warm bor escort sunny afternoon in Florida. Even so, Bill was surprised to see so many people wearing so few clothes. Many – men and women! – were topless! Some seemed to have on no clothes at all! And sure enough as he got close enough to confirm it, two young women, casually walking hand in hand, passed before his amazed gaze completely naked except for their sandals!

Confused, Bill parked his car in the lot behind the building holding Ms. Clare Stanfield’s home. He put on his mask, grabbed his backpack, walked to the front of the building and stood before her front door, hand slightly trembling as he rang her bell.

Though standing by her front door when Bill rang the doorbell, Clare counted a leisurely ten before opening it, visibly increasing his anxiety. ‘It’s never too early to establish who is in charge,’ she chuckled to herself.

Clare pulled the door aside and stood wordlessly assessing this new applicant. He was in his mid twenties, standing a chiseled six feet with tousled sandy hair and pale blue eyes, now opened in amazement.

“Bend your forehead down, Bill,” Clare curtly commanded without preliminary as she reached a thermometer upwards.

Bill stood agape. Before him stood Ms. Clare Stanfield in all her mature womanly glory, wearing a black cloth mask – nothing else!

“I am waiting,” Clare said with a hint of irritation in her deep, contralto voice.

Bill blinked once, then twice, then finally bent at the waist to bring his forehead into range of Clare’s outstretched right hand. The view made him gasp as he stared in awe at the enormous breasts fronting the short blonde woman. His eyes were captivated by their firm watermelon size and shape, the smoothness of the uniformly tanned skin and the thick long nipples planted in the center of the generous dark pink areolas.

The thermometer beeped and Clare commented, “Normal. Good.”

“Are you sick?” she asked the young man who, startled, tore his eyes away from her tits with regret and simply stared into her large, amused brown eyes.

“Are you feeling well?” Clare tried again.

“Yes!” Bill blurted a bit too loudly.

“Have you been in close contact with anyone who is sick?” Clare continued.

“No,” Bill answered in a more measured tone.

“Good for us,” Clare laughed gently, “I have no fever, I feel well and I haven’t been around anybody who is sick either.”

“Take off your mask Bill and come on in,” Claire welcomed him as she turned on her heel, peeling the mask from her beautiful face and descending the two steps into her living room.

She turned back quickly enough to catch Bill staring wide eyed at her firm, smooth, tanned ass, perhaps peering with too much intensity in an attempt to pierce the dark crevice between her delectable orbs and spot her sweet anus.

Still amused, Clare finally caught Bill’s roving eye and directed him to, “Shut and lock my door, remove all your clothes, grab a towel and sit down here by me.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Bill nodded and turned to shut and lock her door.

Bill turned, closed the door and flipped the deadbolt. As he turned back into the living room, he blanched and looked aghast at Clare. “Remove all your clothes” had just registered!

He looked helplessly at Clare.

She smiled warmly at Bill, “You probably didn’t realize that El Dorado is a ‘clothing optional’ resort community. It is also an all adult community. That means that most of us prefer being naked whenever possible. In my home I – and my boarder – will be naked most of the time. So, either lose all your clothes now or we’ll say goodbye.”

Bill looked into Clare’s luminous but determined eyes, lowered his own and began removing his clothes. Clare watched, pleased by what she saw and how this interview was progressing. ‘Ma’am’ she thought – maybe that would work. Bill’s 6 foot frame was draped with lean well defined muscles – the result of a disciplined gym regimen and running. His face was classically handsome – straight nose, firm chin, shy pale blue eyes. Courteous, suggestible, obedient, deferential, respectful – good start.

And then the jackpot, at least as far as Clare was concerned.

Bill finished disrobing to reveal a growing 8 inch, thick, cock – a scrotum filled with two large balls – and copious sandy pubic hair. Clare was pleased at Bill’s sexual reaction to her, not a given due to the large disparity in their ages. She was also pleased by the size and look of his equipment – equipment she fully intended to use for her pleasure and his control – as soon as possible. But all that pubic hair had to go!

All in good time she thought.

Bill folded his clothes neatly and placed them discreetly next to his designated chair with his shoes and backpack. He sat down and placed the towel taken from a small table over his crotch.

Clare looked quizzically at Bill and with a hint of sarcasm said, “What are you doing?”

“Sitting here as you directed,” Bill bornova escort responded.

“Bill. Note that I am sitting ON my towel. The towels are here to protect my FURNITURE, not to protect your MODESTY!” Clare chuckled.

Bill, realizing the enlarging state of his penis, blushed, stood up, placed the towel on his chair and reseated himself.

The two padded straight backed chairs sat facing each other, exactly six feet apart. Both Clare and Bill were fully exposed.

Clare conspicuously looked at Bill’s boner and said mischievously, “I’m flattered that you find a woman old enough to be your mother so attractive.”

Clare slightly emphasized the word mother and noted a slight stiffening of Bill’s cock. She would remember this reaction.

Returning her eyes to Bill’s, Clare began to explain her situation.

“My first abusive marriage ended 15 years ago. I have no close family. My second husband died a year ago. I have happily lived here, in El Dorado, for the past 15 years. I work here – in my home. My friends are here. If not for the devastation to my business by the pandemic, I would not have considered taking in a boarder. It is a risk and complication I am willing to accept only with the right person and only if he agrees to my conditions.”

“I understand,” Bill interjected, attempting to be encouraging.

“You interrupted me young man,” Clare scowled, her brown eyes flashing. “That is rude and disrespectful to me. I am old school and believe in corporal punishment. To make amends, you will accept five bare handed spanks on your bare ass. Now drape yourself across my knees and count each one out loud – and apologize.”

She noted that Bill’s cock gave another excited twitch at the mention of ‘corporal punishment’ – another note tucked neatly in her memory.

This was a critical moment in the interview for Clare. In her experience, which was considerable, once a man accepted physical punishment from her, he had crossed a line from which he never returned. Clare thought she had read the young man correctly, now she would find out.

And Bill? He was surprised and excited at the prospect of ‘punishment’ at the hands of this woman whom he clearly found attractive. So he meekly rose, approached Clare and draped himself over her firm, smooth, tanned thighs, placing his now turgid dick and swollen balls between them.

Clare noted that Bill did this without protest or hesitation – as if he had done it before!

Clare closed her thighs to firmly trap his cock and balls, placed her left hand on his back to steady him and began immediately to wail away at his exposed ass with her right hand.

“Oof!” Bill gasped at the pain this small woman could generate.

“Count,” she commanded.

Finally understanding, Bill yelped, “One” after the third smack on his ass.

He continued counting each blow after that until five was reached.

When she finished reddening his naked bum, instead of standing and returning to his chair, he rose and knelt before Clare, hands hanging at his sides, looking into her eyes and contritely said, “I am very sorry Ma’am. I meant no harm or disrespect. Please forgive me.”

Clare saw that Bill’s cock, rather than shriveling at the pain and humiliation she had just inflicted on him, had grown even larger, thicker with a single drop of clear precum visible at its tip. Inwardly, Clare cheered in triumph. To Bill her face softened and she said not unkindly, “Your punishment and apology are accepted. Now return to your seat and let’s continue.”

Bill did as directed and sat gingerly on his newly spanked ass.

“Young man, now you know one of my conditions – acceptance of corporal punishment. You know another – nakedness at my whim within my home, including your apartment. You know a third – deference and respect to me at all times and in all situations. Your behavior so far suggests you agree to all three. Am I correct?” Clare asked.

Looking directly into Clare’s eyes Bill answered, “Yes, Ma’am”.

“Tell me about yourself,” Clare prompted him.

“I am an orphan. I have no family. I have no close friends. I was raised in foster homes. I am a recently graduated accountant who lost my job to the pandemic. I searched and found a job in Tampa. I will be doing most of my work from home and need a good, reliable internet connection. I will need to work in person in Tampa occasionally. I need a home so I can begin my job on Monday,” Bill finished clearly and concisely.

“It’s time for a quick tour,” Clare said, rising fluidly from her seat.

Along the right wall was a polished hardwood staircase.

“That staircase leads to my bedroom, bathroom and studio. I do ‘specialty consulting’ and spend much of my time with my clients upstairs. You are NOT to go there unless specifically invited by me,” Clare stated.

Turning to Bill, Clare stopped and added, “Do we understand each other?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Bill answered.

“Good,” Clare said and led them through bostancı escort the living room, past a downstairs bathroom, through the dining room and into her well appointed galley kitchen.

A door at the back of the kitchen opened into the furnished studio apartment Bill hoped would be his new home. Clare conducted a quick tour – bathroom, kitchenette and studio – desk, one wooden straight backed chair, pullout sofa bed.

It’s front entrance was the back entrance to the townhouse and led into a screened in porch whose door in turn opened into the parking lot where he could see his car parked only a few feet away.

As they returned inside, Clare pointed out that the door between the kitchen and the apartment could be locked from either side.

“You will never lock your side of this door. I will lock my side whenever I wish,” she stated leaving no room for objection. “This will allow me to exercise my right to inspect you and your things, anytime.” Clare clarified. “As my guest, I am considered responsible by the community for you – your actions and possessions. Therefore, I will inspect everything you bring into your apartment – and your car.”

Bill simply nodded.

“Will this space be adequate for you?” Clare asked Bill.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Bill confirmed.

“Good. Now fetch your clothes, shoes and backpack,” Clare directed.

Bill returned to the studio apartment with them.

Looking at Bill’s undiminished boner, Clare said, “put on your clothes and bring all your belongings from your car into this apartment.”

Bill, thrilled at the prospect of actually living here with this woman, obeyed without thinking.

Clare noted his immediate obedience with satisfaction.

Just as she had warned, she inspected every item in Bill’s meagre inventory. It didn’t take long – a few nondescript clothes, toiletries, a box of books, a box of papers and, of course, the electronics (laptop, printer, cell phone, color tv).

After finding preliminary, temporary homes for his stuff, Bill turned and found Clare sitting comfortably, her firm, ample, smooth, tanned thighs crossed provocatively in the one wooden straight back chair available in the apartment. With a nod, she motioned Bill to sit on the pullout sofa/bed opposite her.

Clare’s face was stern, no nonsense. Bill was attracted to Clare’s warm smile, but he found this serious visage even more beautiful, more compelling. She had taken his short absences to assess the situation and compose herself. He was young, very fit, handsome, polite and, so far, very compliant. She was truly flattered by his aroused sexual response to her – she reciprocated the feeling but chose not to make that obvious to Bill. She decided she wanted him as her boarder. She usually got what she wanted.

During the collection and inspection of his things Bill had taken the opportunity to assess the situation and attempt to compose himself. The latter was seemingly impossible as his sexual attraction to the voluptuous, short, blonde woman was painfully, rigidly apparent. Yes, she was ‘old enough to be his mother.’ Yes, she lived in a ‘nudist colony’. Yes, she had more rules than a homeowners association. She enforced her rules with physical discipline. To another young man any one of these might be a deal breaker. But to Bill, they all made the prospect of being Clare’s tenant more attractive. He wanted to be her boarder and waited anxiously for her decision.

Without preamble, Clare asked Bill, “Do you want me to be your landlady?”

“Yes, Ma’am!” John replied a bit too quickly.

“Then here’s the deal,” Clare said without a change of face or timbre of voice despite yelling ‘YESSS!’ deep inside. “The rent is $1000 a month, payable in advance. All utilities are included with your own high speed internet connection. There is a $1000 deposit. There will be no contract – you may leave at any moment and I may kick you to the curb in the same way. You will be registered as my permanent guest with the homeowners association giving you access to the gym, swimming pool, tennis courts, basketball courts and restaurant. As my guest, you are NOT entitled to bring anyone into the community without my prior permission. You will observe all the conditions we have previously discussed,” she stopped to take a breath.

Clare conspicuously recrossed her legs allowing Bill a glimpse of her pussy. She hoped that his obvious sexual attraction to her would override any objections he might have to her extraordinary conditions of rental.

Clare waited patiently, her face retaining its stern, businesslike demeanor.

Bill slowly tried to absorb all the conditions so quickly dictated by this sexy matron. His mind was in a sexual fog as he stared with obvious lust at the curvy middle aged woman who had just offered him more than he could have hoped.

Clare thought she had lost him as he slowly processed her offer.

She was relieved then when Bill looked in her eyes and simply said, “Yes, Ma’am.”

“But I have a problem,” Bill continued with a worried look on his handsome face.

‘Here it comes,’ thought Clare, ‘no man this smart, this handsome, this young would put up with all my demands.’ She was already resigned to losing another prospect but remained impassive and Bill continued speaking.

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