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Elise Ch. 02

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Rachel was relaxing at my dinner table with her customary after-dinner hot tea. I was sitting across from her, with some of the iced variety.

“So, how’s your sex life, Dad?”

I was used to direct questions from my precocious daughter, so I didn’t skip a beat. I replied without blinking:

“Oh, about what you’d expect.”

“Taking things in hand with lots of virtual stimulation, I take it?”

“I’ll leave that to your imagination. But I think you can figure that out for yourself.”

Not that we’d ever discussed it, but Rachel knew how much I loved sex with her mother, and also how much I did not enjoy having to do without. I had no doubt she had a fairly good idea of the frequency of my solo activity during the last couple of years.

“You know Dad, it doesn’t have to always be like that.”

I figured I was in store for a little lecture about how I should get out there and date. We had touched on the topic a couple of times, and she knew I didn’t like that idea. And I knew she understood why. It was for the same reason she was so particular about her own attachments. Since I had the absolute best for as long as I did, how could I expect to be satisfied with anything that couldn’t possibly meet such high standards?

“We’ve been over that, sweetie. And I know you understand how I feel about dating at this point.”

“I know Dad, and I wasn’t referring to that. I’ve been thinking about your situation, and I think I might have a solution. But it’s going to be a little bit out there, so I want to make sure you’ll give the idea a fair hearing before I put it out there to you.”

Now at this point, if my relationship with my daughter wasn’t what it is and has always been, my dirty mind might have supposed that Rachel was about to suggest some “solution” that somehow involved her directly. But I knew better. We had long since discussed incest and sex within families, and she well knew that any such proposition was off the table as far as we were concerned. I was not the kind of person to ever cross that line, not after having the kind of father-daughter relationship we’d had her entire life. I just didn’t, and could never, think of my precious daughter in that way.

But I was always open to any other kind of proposition, so I replied, “Well, this ought to be interesting. OK, dear daughter, I promise not to laugh whatever you’re about to come up with out of the room, before you’ve had a chance to make your case.”

In the bantering style to which we’d long been accustomed, she shot back, “Well, Daddy dearest, that’s very good of you, and I appreciate getting a fair hearing.”

Then, her face turned serious, and she continued: “Before I lay out my idea, I want to ask you something.”

“Sure, anything, baby.”

“Do you love women?”

“You know I do.”

“ALL women?”

“Yes, of course. You know what I think of all women.” We’d been over this a time or two over the years. Both Beth and Rachel knew of my feelings about women in general. To put it simply, I’d always thought women were remarkable. Their ability to hold and express deep feelings, to sacrifice, to nurture, to bring forth and sustain new life — these qualities were nothing short of miraculous to me. And of course, their bodies. No matter what age, race, size, or shape, every feature of each woman’s body was truly fascinating to me — how each could display the same physical parts and features, but yet be so unique in her own right. Be they clothed or otherwise, I had never tired of looking at them all, no matter how many thousands I’d gazed upon, whether in person, in photos, or in artistic portrayals.

Rachel pressed on. “Even barely-legal women?”

My eyebrows raised, drawing a small smirk from my mischievous daughter. More than anyone, she appreciated being able to surprise me, even a little bit.

“Yes, ALL women. Even 18-year-olds.”

“Would you be open to playing, shall we say, adult games with an 18-year-old?”

“If it was only playing, and if it was discreet and consensual, and the right 18-year-old, and I didn’t think I was taking unfair advantage in any way, sure, why not? And certainly with no one younger than that.”

“That goes without saying. I know you well enough to be sure, without asking, that you wouldn’t cross that line. In fact, if babaeski escort I had even the slightest suspicion you would, I’d probably be reporting you to the police myself, rather than having this conversation with you.”

I snickered. “And I wouldn’t blame you if you did. I’m glad you know and trust me that well.”

“Of course, Dad. I’d be more than a little dim if, after all these years, I didn’t know exactly who and what you were.” Resuming that serious expression, she continued, “Would you be open to playing the role of a Dom for a girl that age? If you could find someone willing to be your sub?”

“Sure, but you know as well as I do that, by and large, 18-year-olds are not yet sexually aware enough to be able to know or embrace such a role with that much clarity.”

“Oh, my Daddy, you might be surprised.”

I knew her use of “Daddy” instead of “Dad” here was intentional, and meant to titillate. This woman, my flesh and blood, had learned well; she didn’t miss a trick. Even her use of the word commonly used to describe a male Dom brought a momentary thrill to my gut, as I briefly recalled the joy and fulfillment of playing such a role with her mother all those years, and of being called that nickname all that time by an appreciative and loving sub who just happened to be my soulmate and the woman of my dreams.

“And how would you know that –” I stopped myself, as I suddenly realized how she would know.

“Aha, Dad, you remembered where I work and in what capacity.”

Where she was going with this became clear in a flash. “You can’t mean a high school student from your school system.”

She saw the slightly disgusted, distressed look on my face, and quickly responded, “Yes, I do. And before you get it in your mind that such a thing is too creepy to even contemplate, please allow me to fully explain.”

I looked back at Rachel for a second or two. I knew that if I let her explain, whatever case she made for what she was suggesting would no doubt be intensely interesting, and, knowing her, would also reflect the application of at least some semblance of professional principles, as well as be the product of her typically thorough, intensive thought process. I owed her the chance to explain, and I had nothing to lose by listening. “Alright, my sweet, loving, smart, but devious daughter, please do. The floor is yours.”

“Well, as I believe you’ve already figured out, as Director of Counseling for the school system, I have unfettered access to complete school records for every student in the system.” I nodded yes.

“As you’re also aware — and I know you are because you’ve always had interest in my life and professional progress — an interest for which I’ve always been grateful, by the way — in my first few years here in Blanksville I was a roving counselor, going around to all the high schools and middle schools to assist with particularly troublesome issues students were having in either their school or personal lives.” Again I nodded yes.

“In the course of that work, obviously I identified and came to recognize all distinct kinds of personality types among students, everything from super-curious to utterly apathetic, overly aggressive to painfully shy and passive, and so on. Variations along several distinct personality continuums. It got so that, after two or three years of dealing with students, particularly those near one end or another of one or more of those continuums, or what we refer to as abnormal on a particular dimension, I became pretty good at predicting, using only what I knew from records and interviews, certain other of a student’s personality traits that neither I nor anyone else had actually observed or recorded anywhere.”

“OK, I follow that. How does that help me understand what I think you’re proposing?”

“I’m getting to that. Now, I won’t bore you with numerous examples of what I’m talking about. I just want to tell you about one personality type that we’ll call ‘submissive’, for lack of a better term.”

Now I started to get an inkling of where this was going. She continued:

“These students are typically passive in nature. They don’t challenge authority very much. They often walk, and even converse, with head down, as if they were consciously trying not to attract attention bafra escort in any way. They tend to go through their days quietly, trying to stay under the radar, so to speak. You never hear a lot out of them.”

“Don’t they generally tend to be some of the slower kids?” I asked.

“No, not at all, not in general. In fact, many of them are among the brightest in their classes. They do their work well and efficiently, achieve above average overall, but in most cases are reluctant to be recognized for it, not wanting to call attention to themselves. They tend to be very perceptive, able to expertly assess situations as they occur, paying careful attention to things that others ignore, often for their own protection if for no other reason. They are good team players, but never take a leading role in team or group activities. They are excellent at following instructions, more focused and disciplined than the average student, and prove themselves to provide valuable support for any common cause or objective toward which they might participate.”

I cut in and asked, “You do know why I asked about cognitive capabilities?”

“Yes, I think so. You are concerned about taking advantage of someone who, though she’s attained majority, is limited, mentally or emotionally, in some way that might impair her ability to make informed adult decisions.”

“Exactly. I’ll have no part of any arrangement where I sense there is inequality of status, or where I have an unfair advantage of any kind.”

“I know. I’ve never, ever known you to. And I watched you live the highest exemplification of that ideal in your relationship with Mom for all those years. And that’s why you are, and have always been, my role model, Dad.” Rachel smiled, sweetly and genuinely, back at me.

“Aw shucks, sweetie, I’m blushing. Anything else about these so-called “submissive” students I should know?”

“Only something I noticed after careful review of a number of their cases. These particular students tend to have, and to come from, a relatively unstable family life. I’m not necessarily talking about broken homes, violence, serious pathologies in the home situation, any of that. But a lot of times you’ll find neglect or indifference toward them by their parents, and sometimes by their siblings as well. And with others you’ll find overly demanding parents, to the point that the poor child feels dominated by their parents’ wishes and demands. I found that they crave interaction with adults where they feel that at least they have a voice, some control over what happens to them, over decisions that are made affecting them. I’ve seen these students absolutely blossom under the right guidance by teachers, counselors, and other authority figures outside the home.”

“Gee, Rachel dear, I think I know where this is going. But you’ve obviously thought it all out, whatever scheme you’ve cooked up in that brilliant head of yours. So why don’t you spell out why you’ve told me all this, and what it all has to do with me?”

“OK, I was getting to that anyway. But first I need to disclose something to you, of which I don’t think you’re aware. It concerns Mom.”

“Please do. You know you always have my full attention when it comes to her.”

“Well, you see Dad, once Mom thought I was old enough, I guess when I was 15 or so, and unbeknownst to you, she and I started having some pretty involved discussions about, shall we say, the psychological and sociological aspects of your sexual relationship from her point of view.”

“You mean from her point of view as a submissive?”

“Exactly. She went into some detail how her upbringing made her a submissive. Said that when she first met and started dating you in college, she had so little self-confidence, she was virtually a wreck. She had learned to put up a front when around others, in order to be able to even adequately function in school, family, and social situations. She didn’t think you knew at first how bad she was, because even at that tender age, she was good at hiding her insecurities from others.”

“Yes,” I said, “I sensed she lacked self-confidence, and I could tell from my observations of her family dynamics what had likely caused it, but I would have never characterized her as a ‘wreck.’ Later, when under my care she allowed bağcılar escort herself to trust and be totally vulnerable, I started to get a feel how bad it really had been for her at one time.”

“Yes, she confirmed that. Said she could never thank you enough for helping her ‘find herself’, as she put it.”

“Believe me sweetie, she thanked me our entire marriage, in a thousand different ways. Inside and outside the bedchamber.”

“She believed that, through your Dom-sub relationship, combined with the complete equality she always felt with you, she came to realize who she was, and that she was a person of real worth, with real contributions to make to you and to our family. She seriously doubted that she would have ever thought much of herself if she hadn’t fully experienced what you two had.”

“Well, although I had more self-confidence than she did going in, I could say much the same about her helping me figure out who I was, helping me develop and refine a keen, perceptive eye and a compassionate nature, while at the same time building assertiveness that served me well my entire adult life and career.”

“So Dad, I think we agree that the kind of sexual kink you two had, if you want to call it that, was beneficial for both of you.”

“No doubt in my mind, sweetie. We wouldn’t have continued it for our entire time together if either of us had felt any differently.”

Rachel shuffled in her chair, as if she was positioning herself for the main event. Brushing her long black hair out of her face, she squarely faced me and began:

“So there are students in my school system who I believe could benefit from the same type of sexual relationship that you and Mom had. Based on my experience with these types of students in the past, I believe I can identify those who would not only be a good temperamental match for such an arrangement, but who also, over time, would be highly likely to derive the same types of benefits Mom did as your sub all those years. I’m talking about a healthy Dom-sub relationship as a substitute for other alternative adult interactions that these particular students lack.”

“Rachel, that’s all well and good, but assuming I agree to be a party to such an arrangement, how would I ever know who could most benefit from that type of relationship with me?”

“Isn’t it obvious, Dad? I’d provide you with the names and basic information on one or more ‘candidates’, based on my evaluation of system records to which I have ready access.”

“Sweet daughter of mine, do you realize the chances you’d be taking with your job and career by doing what you’re suggesting? I don’t know if in all good conscience, I could let you take such risks.”

“The risks are mine to take, Dad. And chances of detection are near zero. For one thing, I would never be so foolish as to ever use school system resources in any way. I would write down relevant information on an individual, bring it home with me, and communicate that information to you by private channels. And once I did that, my involvement as to that individual would be at an end. It would be up to you to meet that particular student and work whatever magic of which you’re capable on her, in order to ingratiate yourself to her and make her freely want to engage in a relationship with you as your sub.

“And,” she added, “in the extremely unlikely case that my involvement came to light in any way, I’m not afraid to change jobs, locations, whatever. I am single, no attachments at all, free to go anywhere I wish, and given the demand for experienced counselors, I have no doubt I could land on my feet in another state. But as I’m saying, it’s just not going to happen. I love it here in Blanksville, and would never do anything that could possibly, at least as far as I could predict, endanger my standing as a trusted authority figure in this community. The way I’d be going about this, the only possible source of information about my activities would be you. And as you should know by now, Dad, I know I can implicitly trust you never to put either of us at any risk.”

“This is a lot to digest, Rachel. I’m going to need some time to consider this proposal.”

“And you’ll have it. It’s about a month before the beginning of the school year. If you’d like to participate in this little scheme, I’d be ready with some information for you at any time once the school year starts.”

“So just suppose I say yes, and you give me information on a ‘candidate’, as you so elegantly put it. How am I supposed to meet the young lady to set my plans in motion?”

“Well, that depends, Dad. How much do you like volleyball?”

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Dominated by the Maid Pt. 11

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Cal had by now figured out all of the potential pitfalls and deftly avoided them. He took care of all of his early morning work and cooked up a wonderful bacon and eggs with some pancakes and maple syrup.

“Jeez, I could really get used to this new routine. It really is wonderful to have someone else cook for you and attend to you.”

Cal was pleased with his mother’s compliments and served her some coffee as well.

“I hope you enjoyed it mo… Ma’am.”

“Everything’s perfect dear. But something is missing…”

Cal had a feeling he wasn’t going to like the next part as his mom had a mischievous look on her face.

“Kneel.”

Cal knelt down beside her immediately as he was already used to such orders by now. It was appalling how a small shift in dynamic had completely overturned his way of life. Maybe there is some truth to the statement that adaptability is humanity’s greatest skill. Considering how quickly Cal had adapted to the new setting and was able to settle down even in this disadvantageous scenario said it all. Feelings like shame, humiliation and disobedience had been quickly suppressed, maybe it was possible, as there was a time limit to this situation and the fruits of such labor at the end of the road would be oh so sweet.

“Good boy, get under the table slave. Mommy needs you to pamper her feet while she enjoys your hand cooked breakfast. I want to hear you slurping on those nylon encased feet of mine. Chop chop.”

Cal crawled under the table to see his mother’s feet; she was wearing her black nylon stockings which she usually wore to work. They seemed pretty new and were fresh out of the closet. He started off by kissing both her feet before slowly sucking on her toes. He could vaguely hear her giggling while eating her breakfast.

This went on for a while as she still had a couple of minutes to kill before leaving for work. She thoroughly seemed to be enjoying herself, he had been worshipping her feet for 20 minutes or so before she lightly pushed his face away and walked off to wash up.

Cal crawled out and cleared everything up and finished the rest of his morning chores.

It was soon time for his mom to leave and he could hear her at the entrance.

“Cal, I’m ready to leave.”

Cal rushed to the front door and knelt down again and kissed the toecaps of his mother’s shoes making her smile.

“That never gets old. How the mighty have fallen. From slamming the door in my face to kissing my office pumps goodbye.”

Hearing his mom gloat a bit made him uncomfortable as he bowed his head down in embarrassment.

“You did very well dear, I’m really glad I was able to experience this submissive side of you. Now you definitely know how to score brownie points with me going forward.”

“Thank you, Ma’am, glad you are enjoying yourself.”

“I am slave, Lara should be here soon, have something to eat before then.”

“I’ll do that, ma’am. Hope you have a great day… Mom.”

His mother looked at him for a second before smiling and waving him goodbye.

Cal closed the door and went about having his breakfast and was just cleaning up when the doorbell rang.

Lara was at the doorstep; she was wearing casual clothes today with a top and skirt.

“Hey, my dear slave, did you miss me?”

“No, I did not mistress.”

“Aww, you can be honest with me.”

Cal wordlessly closed the door before kneeling down and kissing her pumps.

“Good, let’s go sit on avanos escort the sofa, let me know what happened after I left.”

Lara made herself comfortable while pointing for Cal to get down Infront of her. Cal sighed as he knelt down and started recounting the details.

“I see…”

Lara didn’t say much after that and just asked me to take care of all the chores.

Cal diligently worked on till the afternoon and informed Lara who was lounging around in the hallway once he was done.

“Go get your mother’s leather belt slave.”

Cal wanted to ask her why but the look in Lara’s eyes told him that would be a bad idea.

He brought out the leather belt and handed it over to Lara, who wrapped one end around her fist before doubling it up and tried swishing it around with a grin.

She then rummaged around in her bag and pulled out a floral scarf and a Ziploc bag with some socks and panties.

She ordered him to put his hands behind his back and proceeded to tie him up and stuffed her panties in his mouth and taped them shut.

“That should do it. It’s always good to have a reminder of your place in this house, chew on those and suck them clean for me please. Now, let’s go see if I get to whip you some more today. Your mother left a note with some of your infractions like not using her proper title every now and then. That’s earned you a few whips.”

Cal silently whimpered but the panties in his mouth kept him quiet. He walked her through the chores and prayed that nothing more would be added to his existing punishment.

“Gah, you freak, why can’t you mess things up… I was so looking forward to whipping you raw and putting the fear of me in you.”

Cal shuddered slightly at the sadistic lust in Lara’s voice, but it also aroused him making his cock twitch in its cage.

“Fine, get on the sofa, I’m going to whip you five times for all of your infractions till now.”

Lara doubled the belt up and pushed Cal down and pulled his pants down making him blush and squeal.

“Hush, not like I haven’t seen what’s down there.”

*Whack*

The first hit was so abrupt and without warning that Cal screamed out and it was pretty loud even with the gag in his mouth.

“Quiet.”

Lara leaned over and clamped her hand over his mouth. He could smell the lotion as she handgagged him, making his cock twitch.

*Whack* *Whack* *Whack* *Whack*

“Good boy.”

She let him go and forced him to get down on his knees.

“Phew, that got me all hot and heavy. Hearing you whimper helplessly really gets to me. I think my feet require some worshiping after that little workout. It really is tiring… punishing a slave”

She ripped the tape off his mouth making him wince, before fishing out the soaked panties.

“Get to it.”

Cal started off by nibbling at her feet before kissing and licking them.

Lara switched on the TV and started watching a movie while thoroughly enjoying her slave’s worship of her feet. Lara thoroughly ignoring him and treating him like a slave both infuriated Cal but also made him horny. Something about this woman just intrigued Cal, maybe it was the fact that no other girl till now had forced him to this extent.

He wanted this woman to look at him to play around with him, not just use him like a doormat or a sex toy and completely ignore him. But deep down he had other fantasies as well. He wanted to dominate this woman who avcılar escort had brought him to his knees in his own house. He wanted to tie her down to his bed and thoroughly ravish her, to make her squeal and beg for more.

‘I’ll get you under me, just you wait.’

Cal started diligently kissing and sucking Lara’s toes before working his way up, he went on to kiss her calves and her thighs which finally caught her attention.

She gently stroked his hair and looked into his eyes, her breathing was a bit labored at this point and her eyes were glistening.

“Do you want to be promoted my slave, as of now you are just a footbitch, do you want to be my pussyboy now? Nod your head if you want to worship your mistress’s pussy.”

Cal was in a daze and caught up in the sensual atmosphere, deep down he was hoping she would unlock him if he got her off. He gently nodded his head before kissing her thighs.

Lara pulled his head under her skirt and mashed his head against her wet panties.

“Pull them off gently with your teeth. I better not see any wear and tear.”

Cal followed her instructions and pulled her satin red panties off and could see she was slightly soaked.

He started licking her clit, which by the way was shaved clean. He licked her clit up and down before lightly biting on it causing her to suck in a deep breath.

“That’s it, go deeper…”

Cal instead kept licking her superficially without going all the way.

Lara roughly grabbed his hair forcing him to look up at her.

Cal gave her a knowing smirk and was instantly rewarded with a slap on the face and a smile from Lara.

“Get in there, I’m not letting you up until you get me off.”

She pushed his head back in and held him there.

Cal continued licking her clit gently before probing inside with his tongue. Lara wrapped her thighs around his neck and tightened them making him gasp.

“Keep licking.”

Lara pulled Cal’s hair down forcing his face against her wet clit.

“How does it feel Cal? On your knees, forced to lick the pussy of the woman who has your dick locked away?”

Lara taunted, all the while running her feet and toes around Cal’s crotch rubbing and flicking his cock cage and balls.

Cal was having a hard time as his cock tried to harden but the cage wouldn’t let him. The verbal humiliation and taunts only served to fuel Cal’s lust.

“Keep going, right there… I’m almost there, Oh god…aah”

Lara screamed while squirting all over Cal’s face. She tightened her thighs and pulled his face in for so long that Cal thought he was going to suffocate. Just as he started squirming and bucking Lara let go of his head allowing him to take in a few breaths.

“That was one of the best orgasms ever. Your mouth is much better served worshiping a woman than talking back to her.”

Cal was too busy taking in precious air to retort back to that.

Lara in the meantime started wiping herself and the sofa with her used panties, she had squirted quite a bit. She finally cleaned Cal’s face with the scarf before tossing them to the side.

“Let me guess, you’re expecting something in return for that.”

“It’s only fair.”

“Well, I guess so… But I’m surprised at how good you are at it. Considering your lack of any female contact.”

“Well, let’s just say I prepared a lot.”

Cal had read a lot about erotica and the erogenous spots avrupa yakası escort and watched too many videos to count. Only problem was he never had the chance to actually try it out. Until now.

“Poor little virgin boy, so sad that all your efforts were in vain till now.”

Cal scrunched his face but wisely held his tongue as he knew any retorts from this point on would only be used by Lara to punish him. He had figured out some of her ticks and tricks by now and was able to fend them off pretty efficiently.

“Well… a good slave needs to be praised I suppose. So, what do you want? Well, I know what a horny little boy like you wants but it seems a bit boring and redundant to have a chastity cage on you but still let you out for a wank every time you please someone.”

“But… I got you off.”

Cal sputtered out at her underlying meaning that she didn’t want to unlock his chastity cage.

“That you did, dear, and I’m really grateful for that. But this and that are two different things. I never asked or forced you to do it. You willingly took the first step. I could even argue that letting a virgin boy like you anywhere near my pussy was already a gift.”

Cal was just about to tell her what a bitch she was… But clamped his mouth shut and looked away.

Lara took a hold of his chin in a firm but gentle way.

“I’m kidding, well not about the not unlocking you part… I do intend to give you a gift. It’s just postponed. Know this, no matter what you do I’ll not let you out of this cage until our bet comes to a close.”

Cal despaired at her proclamation but got his shit together at the thought of all that he could look forward to if he won this bet. He was mentally strong enough to hold off for a week. Just barely.

It did appall him that his self-control was so low and made him seriously reconsider his frequent masturbation habits.

“Fine. I want you to do the same for me. I want to see you on your knees with your lips wrapped around my cock. I want you to work my cock and get me off just like I did for you. Gender equality at its finest wouldn’t you say.”

“Fine. But your cocky attitude is really getting to me.”

Lara lightly stepped on his exposed balls and put some pressure on them making him squeal.

“Quiet.”

Lara picked up the used panties and crammed it into his mouth. She went on to gag him with the scarf as well.

“There, nice and quiet. Just the way I like you. Now get on the floor. I need a footstool to rest my feet.”

She laid him down on the floor and placed her feet right on his face. She started rubbing them up and down trying to settle into the most comfortable position.

Cal felt her toes playing with his nose forcing the light stench of her sweat to enter his nose.

Lara switched the channels a few times before deciding to watch a series on Netflix. It was the newly released show 1899, he had been meaning to watch it ever since the trailer dropped. But he didn’t think he would be watching it like this.

“No sneaking peeks. Slaves need to dedicate themselves to their mistress.”

Lara rummaged went over to his mother’s bedroom before coming back with a black scarf. She tightly tied it around his eyes, blindfolding him.

“Sniff, and I better feel you down there.”

Cal started sniffing Lara’s feet with deep breaths. Her feet weren’t that horrible as she had just showered before coming over.

She would occasionally play around with him by clamping his nose shut with her toes for more than a minute before letting him breathe through her feet. Other times she completely ignored him as she was to

And that’s how the rest of the day went. With a tied up and gagged slave sniffing his mistress’s feet as she whiled the time away watching Netflix.

TBC

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Devil’s Night

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The cool breeze sent dead leaves rustling across the courtyard. The sun had disappeared below the horizon many hours ago. Primitive lamps hung from the front of various buildings, lighting the thoroughfare of the humble, rustic town. Scattered members of the community were still out and about, concluding their business. Some were closing their shops. Others were saying goodbye to neighbors after a bountiful harvest meal. The streets would empty by the witching hour. It was All Hollow’s Eve and soon haunts and demons of the netherworld would have free reign over the Earth.

Joseph marched across the town square with purpose, his mind and nerves in turmoil. He pulled his cloak around him tightly as his boots squished against mud and stone. The last few days had been trying, though he’d done his best to hide his troubled state from his dutiful wife. How could he tell such a pure woman of the awful things he’d seen? Of the scandalous things he’d done in his own mind’s eye!

Theirs was a simple town and a simple people. They’d turned away from all modern things to live a life of hard work and faith. Their community consisted of a church, a tavern, a few shops, many farms and little else. Their days were spent in piety and reverence for all creation. This made the visions plaguing Joseph that much harder to bear. It was a mockery of their traditions. An affront to their entire way of life.

For three long nights, Joseph had not known peaceful slumber. Many times he’d been tempted to spill his seed while sweet Cordelia slept just inches from his trembling body. The visions drove him to lustful madness. Each night it grew more difficult to stay his hand.

Joseph could, at any time, have woken her to engage. Intercourse within the marriage bed was sanctified and his right as husband and man of the house. And yet, that was as far from his desires as Lucifer stood from the throne of God. His impulses had turned licentious and unholy. What he now craved was an abomination unto the lord.

He hoped the village priest could help dispel these fiendish manifestations. At his last sermon, Father Raymond had said, very specifically, that he would be available for confession later than usual on this night. It was not uncommon for men or women to contend with demons on the eve of All Saint’s Day.

That’s how Halloween had come to be known, after all, though no one in the village called it that. There were no glowing pumpkins. No candy or costumes. Only low voices and dim lights as Joseph closed the distance to the church. He thanked God as he witnessed candle light glowing from the cathedral’s painted windows. Father Raymond was faithful, as always; a beacon of kindness and wisdom in a world growing ever darker.

He opened the large wooden door and stepped into the hallowed hall. Joseph pulled the hood from his head as he entered the lord’s house; showing proper respect. Candles lit his way as he proceeded down the rows of pews. He continued to the front of the altar before turning and heading to the confessional. As expected, candles were lit outside the large, carved wooden booths. Joseph was pleased to see the curtain of the sinner’s stall was open. He was in no mood to wait.

He stepped into the booth eagerly and closed the heavy curtain behind him. Sure enough, he could see a dark figure sitting on the other side through the latticed opening in the center. He was surprised that Father Raymond had no lamps or candles lit within. That would seem prudent on so dark and ominous a night. His figure could only be deciphered by the residual glow of the candles outside.

“Good evening, Father.”

“Good evening, my son. What troubles you?”

“Is it not very dark in these booths?”

“It is good to reside in darkness from time to time. To know darkness and solitude is to truly know one’s thoughts. To strip bare the soul and see what lies at its core.”

“Indeed, Father, you’ve struck the root. I fear that is precisely why I sit before you tonight.”

“Speak the words and unburden yourself, my son.”

Joseph took a deep breath and sighed. He raised his right hand and made the sign of the cross over his face, chest and shoulders as he began. “Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my last confession. In that time, I have transgressed on each and every day, but it was not until these last few nights that the weight of my sins became unbearable.”

“Of what sins do you speak?”

“Impure thoughts. Demonic visions. Lustful longing for adulterous impropriety.”

Father Raymond shifted in his chair and Joseph heard the creak of wood as he re-positioned himself. “Demonic visions you say? Then, these urges you’re experiencing are intense?”

“Very intense, Father, and the woman in these… hallucinations haunts me endlessly. She mocks, teases and seduces me into heinous acts of debauchery.”

“They may be more than hallucinations, my son, but before I judge, tell me more. Describe this woman who haunts your thoughts and dreams.”

Joseph paused a few atakum escort moments, reluctant to go into detail. It would be embarrassing to share such things, but he knew if there was to be any cure for his malady, he must be forthright. “She is a fair skinned woman with markings all over her body. Some kind of scars or tattoos. Taller than most men and always dressed in sinful attire. The color of her hair is different each time. Sometimes she has horns at her temple, a cloven tail or even wings.”

Father Raymond waited, expecting more, but the booth remained silent. “Is that all, my son? Have you left nothing out?”

“She also has…”

“Has what?”

“…a large…. phallus.”

The word hung in the air and it was the priest’s turn to pause before speaking.

“Joseph, I’m sorry to tell you this, but it’s critically important that you know… You are in serious danger.”

“What do you mean, Father? What kind of danger?”

“I have seen this phenomenon before. Too many times, unfortunately. The forces of darkness seek to corrupt our village with stunning regularity. All Hallow’s Eve is a common interval for such acts. Thankfully, it has prepared me with the knowledge to deal with such threats. You must listen to me carefully and do exactly as I say.”

“Instruct me, Father, please.”

The wooden seating creaked again and Joseph could hear the old man leaning forward in his chair. His darkened face grew closer to the divider between them.

“This means a woman in our village has been possessed. That woman has cast a spell on you. You’ve heard her calling to you, yes? Beckoning for your company?”

“I have.”

“Your torment will only grow until you meet with her. If you wait in the square, tonight, you will no doubt find her. Your sins will be many, but you must surrender to her and do what this woman commands. You must follow her, obey her and sate her every hunger on this night.”

“What?!? But that’s…”

“I know, my son, but if you do not, you will deteriorate until your mind is gone.”

Silence permeated the booths as candlelight flickered outside. Shadows danced left and right as Joseph considered what he should say.

“I suppose I have no choice, then.”

“I’m afraid not. You must do this and then return to me tomorrow night. Fear not, for I will absolve you of all wickedness.”

“Will I return to normal?”

“I hope so. Let us kneel and pray.”

The chairs creaked as both Joseph and Father Raymond stood. Each lowered themselves onto the small risers near the center. They knelt just in front of the wall of cross-shaped holes that formed the divider. Both bowed their heads in prayer as the priest spoke.

“Lord God, please cleanse the soul of your servant and forgive his many sins. Bolster thy son, Joseph, against this evil plot. Protect him from the harlot and all her wicked machinations! Let him face this curse bravely and with stalwart faith. See him through this dreadful Devil’s Night! Amen.”

“Amen.”

“Go, now, my son. Do not keep her waiting. I will pray for you while you face this ordeal.”

“Thank you, father.”

The curtain rattled open and Joseph made a hasty exit. Although grateful for his words, the prayers of Father Raymond had failed to soothe his conscience. His footfalls echoed through the holy chamber as he headed for the entrance with much trepidation.

* * * * *

Joseph leaned against the outer wall of the darkened general store, waiting with an anxious heart. After fifteen minutes in the town square the cold was setting into his body. He was about to withdraw a pipe from his pocket and light up when a hooded figure walked into the dim light of the courtyard. This person had the figure of a woman, but was considerably taller than any woman in the village. It had to be her.

She zeroed in on Joseph, stalking towards him directly. Her identity was concealed under a thick, brown cloak. As she drew closer, her footwear gave her away. Her boots were glossy black with high heels. No one in the community owned such things. Or so he thought, until now.

As the mysterious woman came within a few paces, she raised her arms and lifted her hood. Joseph saw a familiar face and gasped.

“Elizabeth! Is… is that you?!?”

Her sultry lips and seductive, light gray eyes were the same, but much of her had changed. Her long hair had taken on the color of Azure blue. Her face was covered in the strange, fiendish marks he’d seen many times in his visions. Her taller stature could not be attributed solely to the stilettos of her boots. She was significantly taller and stronger than she’d ever been.

“It is, but you will not use that name tonight.”

Joseph swallowed. “Then how should I address you?”

“Mistress” she stated flatly with a cold gaze.

Elizabeth opened her robe and revealed her full, curvy body. Joseph’s eyes went wide as he drank in an incredible sight. Shiny black leather crept up her legs to mid-thigh. Garters trailed upward to the atalar escort black rubber corset that barely held up her massive breasts. In the midst of it all was a long, thick, uncut cock. The smooth, massive appendage looked more fit for some beastly creature of legend than a human being. A condom dangled from her weighty shaft, the tip filled to bursting with viscous semen.

To his eternal shame, Joseph was not repulsed by this. His mouth went dry as the beating of his heart quickened. His penis stirred below as his body was overcome by lust. He desired to lay with this woman, as he’d foreseen many times. Their sinful copulation was the subject of his daydreams and nightmares alike.

“I grew tired of waiting, so I started without you” she said with a haughty grin. Elizabeth reached down, pulled the latex sleeve from her glistening rod and tossed it aside. It hit the cobblestones with a splatter of creamy spunk.

Joseph had many questions, but just as he moved to pose them, she silenced him with a command.

“Follow me.”

Elizabeth closed the robe around her body and started down a quiet alleyway. Joseph followed her, his curiosity beckoning him as much as his libido. He’d always thought Elizabeth was beautiful, but she was married and so was he. A virtuous man would not look on her covetously. But man is sinful and the pleasures of the flesh forever weigh upon his mind. It was almost fitting she’d transformed and seduced him in sinister fashion. One would hardly call a sexual affair punishment, but given her size and strength, Joseph suspected he would soon reconsider.

The towering woman led him into the darkness. They passed behind many of the main street’s buildings before rejoining the central road and walking into the gloomy countryside. The waning light of the devil’s moon lit their path as they approached an abandoned barn. The structure had belonged to an old couple who’d passed away many seasons hence. It had not yet been repurposed.

They proceeded to the side entrance where Elizabeth opened the door and entered. He followed her in and the door was swiftly closed and latched shut. They were in pitch blackness a few moments as Joseph heard her boots squelch through the muck. An oil lamp blazed to life and the large barn was illuminated in light orange.

Elizabeth disrobed and tossed the long, brown garment over the side of a stall. “Remove your clothes” she instructed curtly.

Joseph set to the task, removing his hat and cloak and finding a place to hang them. The rest of his clothes joined them as Elizabeth strutted to his side and watched him get naked in the eerie light. Her smile was devious.

She grasped her cock and began stroking the giant hose of flesh up and down lewdly. “You want this, don’t you Joseph?”

“Y-Yes…” he admitted, cursing himself for how eagerly his reply was given.

“Then you’d better get it nice and hard. This is your responsibility now.” She chuckled before releasing her cock and turning her back to him. Her large, round buttocks was presented to him just above her latex-clad thighs.

“On your knees where you belong and put your tongue in my ass, you filthy pig!” she spat over her shoulder.

Joseph shuffled forward, his bare feet squishing in the muck until he was just behind her. He knelt down, his knees pressing into the filth as he pushed his face into her ample ass cheeks. He put his tongue to work directly, gliding up and down her crack and probing her rosebud with warm, wet flesh. Joseph was astonished by how naturally it came to him. He took hold of her large, supple thighs to steady himself.

“Oooh, I should punish you for that! Touching without permission is a no-no. But I’ll let it go this time, since you’re new at this. Wouldn’t know it from your technique… You’ve licked a lot of asses, haven’t you?”

Joseph moved to extract his face and protest. She grabbed him forcefully by the hair and kept him sealed in her ass. “I gave you no permission to speak, you lech! Besides, your tongue is talking plenty…”

He speared his moist flesh into her soft pucker repeatedly. In between lengthy series of tongue-fucks, he glided his face up and down her increasingly sloppy crack with hungry moans. Blood rushed to her massive unit and Elizabeth’s cock stiffened rapidly. Her heavy balls dangled below, churning with seed and aching with primal lust.

“What a holy man you are!” Her sarcasm dripped between panted breaths. “Licking a woman’s ass in a muddy barn! About to get fucked up the ass… Do you think your wife will ever be able to please you again?”

Joseph groaned from the depths of her derriere. He hated her words, but his hardening cock attested to their truthfulness. In this moment, he wanted nothing but to be used and degraded by this demonic succubus. The thought of loving intimacy in the marriage bed was revolting to him, now.

He ataşehir escort worshiped her ass until Elizabeth’s enormous rod jutted out at full attention. Satisfied, she pulled his head free from her phlegm slathered cheeks. “Get up!”

Joseph was pulled, by the hair, to one of the nearby barn stalls. In it was a large, round bale of hay and some barn equipment; presumably leftover from the previous owners. It was all too neatly arranged for it to have been coincidence, though. It seemed that Elizabeth had used this area to entertain before.

She bent him over the thick seat of straw and kicked his legs apart. Joseph heard the jingle of metal rings and buckles. Within seconds, he was presented with an old horse bit.

“Open.”

He obeyed and the musty, leather bit was strapped into his mouth. The harness wasn’t made for a human head, but his new Mistress made do. She fastened the buckles and straps tightly until the metal rings stretched his cheeks and the leather tube was pulled painfully into the back of his mouth.

“I’m going to enjoy making you scream, but I’d rather you not wake up half the village.”

She pulled his arms behind him roughly and tied them together with thick rope. Soon Joseph was bound over the large hay bale. His legs were spread wide and his bare feet sank in the gripping, muddy sludge.

Elizabeth stroked herself smoothly as she groped his ass with her spare hand. She gazed down at his bound and spread eagle form, relishing the moment of conquest. “Look at you… A proper mare ready to be bred. And I have just the cock to do it! Sadly, for you, there’s no lube for sale in this backwater shithole.”

She shoved the fat head of her cock into his silky starfish and rammed it home.

“AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!!! AAAAGGGGFFFFHHHHHHHH!!!”

Pre-cum poured from her tip, providing at least some mild form of lubrication as inch after inch of her humongous cum pipe tunneled into his warm, fleshy walls. Elizabeth seized his hips with an iron grip as she guided her bulging missile of flesh into his moist depths.

“Nnnnnggggghhhhhhhhh… OH FUCK!!! YES!!!”

Claiming a virgin ass was the best feeling in the world to Elizabeth now. She wanted it every day. No, every hour! She would get her wish eventually. Soon she would learn the magic that made a loosened sphincter tight again. Her new companions had promised to teach her.

Pain and a brutal fullness Joseph didn’t know was possible tore through his helpless hole. Elizabeth bucked into him and stretched his pucker without mercy. Tears streamed from his eyes as he wailed into his gag. And yet, even at this painful early stage, the gliding of fat, slick cock into his depths brought with it a hint of unexpected pleasure. He yanked on his tight bonds and was surprised to find the futile gestures thrilled him in an usual manner. It made him feel giddy.

Elizabeth emitted a devious chuckle as she began sawing her incomparable penis in and out of his desecrated rectum. She plowed in a little further with each sloppy insertion, her prodigious pre-cum lubricating the way for her full insertion. “Admit it, you little bitch! You’re enjoying this!”

“NNNRRMMMMMMM!!!!” Joseph shook his head from side to side. He’d found some tiny scrap of pride left at the bottom of his tarnished soul. He clung to it, stubbornly, even though it was too late. There was no denying she was right.

“Pffft… I may consort with demons, but at least I’m not a liar. Now you have another sin to confess!”

*SMACK*

She belted his ass with the palm of her hand before increasing the pace of her plowing. She railed him fast and hard as air and pockets of pre-cum escaped from his stretched pucker. Her cock dove deeper with every thrust until her massive balls slapped against the hay. Elizabeth had drilled all the way in and her climax was fast approaching.

Joseph sputtered into his gag as the pain faded into pleasant reaming. A strange sensation flooded him with queer pleasure as his prostate hummed for the first time in his life. Elizabeth grunted and moaned blissfully as she rutted like an animal. She fucked him mercilessly, plowing through his tight, spongy entrance with every thrust of her hips.

As her cries of ecstasy grew louder, black horns sprouted from her temple and dark wings erupted from her back. A tail formed from the base of her spine, the end widening into a black spade. The unholy appendages stretched from her body as she pounded her newest slave. Each of her demonic features grew larger and longer than the last time she’d claimed a man’s anal virginity. Her thrusting became needy and frenzied as her hips and scrotum slammed into Joseph’s bottom painfully.

“NNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

An ocean of hot, corrupting jizzum hosed into Joseph’s insides as she hilted herself in his body and pushed him into the hay. She convulsed over and over, wailing in pleasure as hot, silky gunk flowed from her glans and flooded his packed depths. Joseph could only groan into his gag as his stiff penis shot its load, firing thick ribbons of cum all over the hay and the muddy ground below.

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After Elise and Dan had left that Sunday evening, Deanna and Jerry were almost too exhausted to make it to the bedroom. Once there, they fell together and slept soundly. As slumber took them, they were both thinking the same thing…how much love they felt in each other’s arms, and how secure they felt there. It had been an amazing weekend for each of them, if for different reasons.

The alarm woke them in the morning. It was a work day. As they both took in a quick breakfast and coffee, Deanna smiled, taking in the view of her husband with his large attachment swinging from his crotch.

“Elise says she straps Big Dan to Dan’s leg when he goes out. Sophie has to leave Big John pointing upwards because John is more…umm…well endowed. I don’t think you’ll have that problem…sorry. But I’ll leave that up to you. You could even try it both ways to see which is more comfy for you.”

She watched in amusement as Jerry’s expression went from plain, to confusion, to trepidation.

“Okay, but I have to go to work today…won’t people notice?”

“Oh, undoubtedly. You are going to be very popular…”

“But…but, why??”

“What do you mean, why? The other ladies said their men wear their new penis all the time, so they are always ready…”

Jerry’s mind worked overtime, trying to avoid the embarrassment at work. “But we aren’t doing anything this week, right?”

Deanna marveled at how easy this was. She wasn’t even really trying to manipulate him. He just seemed to fall into it. “Hmm, I suppose you’re right. Hurry into the bedroom, we don’t have much time to fix this.”

Once in the bedroom, she directed him to place his wrists behind his back, and clipped his wrist cuffs together. Then she replaced the blindfold.

Jerry was confused. “Uhh…why?”

Deanna smacked him playfully on the ass, “Don’t ask questions, husband.”

Jerry heard the lock open, then felt the device assembly being removed. He stood for a moment, relieved. Then his confusion and trepidation returned as he felt the assembly being reattached. “What? I thought…”

SLAP! Deanna smacked his ass again, without comment. But he got the message and remained quiet.

SNICK

His wrists were released. Then the blindfold was removed again.

He looked down. The huge, proud phallus was gone, removed from the belt which served as its mount. In its place was what appeared to be little more than a chromed steel nub covering his penis. His testicles were separated and spread wide by the penis tube, which he guessed could not be more than an inch and a half long.

His eyes went wide, “I meant…I mean…”

She stood before him and casually played with her own nipples, pushing up her bare breasts. She knew he had a thing for breasts, her’s in particular. It had the desired effect.

“Ooohhhnnnggggkkkk.”

His manhood, which was not big but certainly was nowhere near that small, tried to expand. The tiny chastity cage was designed with absolutely zero play in it…his cock couldn’t even push it up. He quickly filled the tube, which squeezed his cock firmly and mercilessly.

Bent over slightly from the shock, he looked at his wife in surprise.

She grinned. “I decided you were right. I won’t need Mr. Gerald for at least two more weeks, and I wouldn’t want one of those hussies at work breaking him in for me.”

She fondled his encased member, caressing his balls, “And I wouldn’t want you to sneak into the little boy’s room and whack yourself silly…so here you are. You better get ready for work, darlin’. You don’t wanna be late…”

Work was an ordeal for Jerry. He quickly realized he should have kept his mouth shut. Dealing with women staring at a sudden increase in tumescence would have been a blessing if he could have enjoyed an erection. Such intensive chastity, continuously trying to get hard, may have been a long-term fantasy. But it was much more than he expected it to be. He could not wait to get home so he could go back to the penis extension.

Standing nude in the bedroom, impatient and expectant, he waited for her to get home. When she walked in and saw him presenting himself, she casually finished changing out of her work clothes. She put on a sleep set consisting of light flannel top and matching loose fitting shorts. No panties, no bra. She was comfortable.

She understood what he was wanting. She made a point of not approaching him, not touching him.

“Did I not make myself clear? You pointed out that I did not need your dick for at least a couple of weeks. If DEANNA doesn’t need Mr. Gerald, then Jerry doesn’t need Mr. Gerald.”

She indicated his midsection, “This is you until I decide otherwise. Hell, you may end up wearing this full time, unless me and Mr. Gerald want to play.”

She blew him a kiss, turned and walked away dismissively. “Let’s have dinner. Then we need to talk, hubby.”

Oh, shit. We need to talk was never good.

They fixed dinner together, and she talked about her day as they ate, and artuklu escort asked about his. He explained about the frustrations of repeated erection attempts. Yes, he could go to the bathroom fine…he just had to sit to pee, that was an adjustment.

“Welcome to my world, hunny. So, why were you getting hard at work? Somebody after you?”

He explained that no, nobody noticed him normally. But a man’s penis had a mind of its own…he would normally get a hard-on several times a day for no apparent reason. But after last weekend, it only took a stiff breeze. And honestly, any cleavage or legs, or the right smile, and little Jerry responded.

She laughed, smiling. “Good to know.”

After dinner they adjourned to the living room. She was dressed, albeit lightly, he was nude. This CFNM dynamic was to become the norm.

She asked him to sit on the couch, then she sat on his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist. She wanted to be able to read his eyes while they talked, to feel his responses through his flesh, via his slightest bodily responses.

She lay her wrists on his shoulders, “So. Are you happy?”

He tensed up a little. Was this a trick question? Was it sarcasm or a legitimate question?

She kissed him quickly and smiled, trying to relax him. “Seriously. You have fantasized about this stuff for years, but this is the first time it has actually happened. Some fantasies are meant to be just that, and nothing more. Are you happy we are doing this?”

He had to think for a moment. Not about how he felt, but about how to express it. She could see the wheels turning.

“Just start with a yes or no, then you can explain. Relax…there are no wrong answers. We just need to be on the same page.”

“YES.”

He said nothing else, which made her laugh. “Okay, now tell me why. And why you’re hesitating…”

His shoulders sagged almost in resignation. “I know I’m a freak. But the truth is I am loving it.”

“So you really like other guys fucking your wife?”

“When you put it like that it sounds really bad, doesn’t it? I guess I like seeing you get such great orgasms…and the humiliation of it. But mostly…”

“Yes?”

“I like you being in charge. I like not having a choice in what happens…doing what you want and you not caring what I want.”

“Well…but this was your fantasy. I’m doing things you brought up or that I found in stories you read. You can always tell me if you don’t like something. Perhaps we need a safe word …” She was concerned about the not caring comment.

He shook his head. “I can understand having a safe word. But I honestly doubt I’ll ever use it. That’s the whole point…I want to surrender all control…sexually…to you. I trust you and I love your imagination. If I can tell you no, I didn’t really give you control, did I?”

She kissed him again. “I LOVE you. And if you are a freak, we’re freaks together. I never would have done this without you saying something. But I love it now.”

“The sex with other guys?”

“Mmmm…yeah. You and I both know I’ve never cum like that…ever. But…I meant it when I said I plan to train you to be like them. I like playing with them…but I don’t want to be a slut screwing just anyone. I know and trust their wives. So after this weekend it WILL happen occasionally. But mostly it will be me and Mr. Gerald cuckolding you.”

“Do you like being in charge? Am I being wimpy?”

“It surprised me, but yes, I love being in charge…it makes me wet! But no, you are not a wimp, and I am not going to feminize you.”

He grinned, “This is great!”

“I’m glad you’re happy. Because I have plans. Lets figure out your safe word, then I’ll tell you…”

“What safe word? It shouldn’t be something I might inadvertently say, like banana or something…”

“How about superkalafragilisticexpialidocious? Twice?” She tittered playfully.

“Okay” It didn’t matter in his mind.

“You’re silly. Lets try “calliopi.” You won’t likely say that in conversation.

“Good as any.” He didn’t plan to use it in any event.

Kissing him again, “First part of my plan…you are going to spend every free moment this week kneeling between my legs to practice eating pussy.”

“Oh, that sounds fun. What do I get if I make you cum?”

“PUNISHED.”

She saw the puzzled look. She giggled, “I am SAVING myself for Big John this weekend, I want to be fresh and horny for him…you will practice all week, but you are NOT allowed to make me cum. If you do…I’ll add a week to your chastity time for each orgasm. It’s about technique. Not taking me over the top while making me feel good should help you learn how to do the opposite when I ask…”

“Wow. When do I start, boss?”

“No time like the present, cucky-poo…”

She lay back on the couch, turning on the TV with the remote.

Jerry sank to his knees and began to remove her shorts. She slapped his hands away playfully.

“Uh-uh. These shorts are plenty loose for artvin escort you to get in there. I’m staying dressed.”

And so they played. Jerry’s cock strained almost continuously, leaking precum from the tip of the cage while he savored her thighs, labia, and clitoris…drinking in her juices, inhaling her scent. If she began to press back into his mouth, he would shift his focus to prevent her getting too aroused.

She enjoyed the attention while watching her shows on TV, reading a romance novel in bed, even standing in the kitchen fixing a dinner or snack. She even partook of his tongue while talking on the phone with her boss.

It would be impossible to discern which of them was enjoying their roles more.

By Thursday evening Deanna had received more head in a week than she had in a year. As Jerry slowly loved on her sex, she thought, “I’m wound tighter than Dick’s hat band…this is glorious.”

Poor Jerry was at his wits end too. His manhood filled all of its prison and had for days. He desperately wanted to cum…and desperately never wanted this to end.

In her book, Heathcliff was just about to force his “surging manhood” into Penelope’s “love flower” while the maiden’s chest heaved passionately.

The “Magnum PI” guy who was now in a cop show started talking on TV in his sonorous tones, which always made her swoon.

And Jerry’s tongue darted across her swollen clit at just that moment.

“OOHHHHH!! FUCK!”

Her quivering thighs locked tightly around his head as she came.

He tried to back away, but she held him tightly to her “love flower.”

“Oh, god don’t stop! DON’T FUCKING STOP…”

Jerry pressed in tight, sucking and darting his tongue as well as he could while being clamped down so tightly by her powerful legs.

Deanna clasped his hair with her fingers, using him for leverage as she doubled over, her entire body quaking with the release of days worth of sexual tension. Her breathing was ragged.

Jerry moaned frantically into her soft, moist flesh. Her passion drove him also…but only to a powerful, touch-less edging. Her girl cum coated his face and shoulders. His cum dribbled slowly from his cage.

When she calmed, and released him, they both worked to catch their breath.

“I-I’m sorry…”

She considered, then decided he did not need to know he’d had significant help in driving her to orgasm.

“You fucking should be…we spent all week building that up FOR JOHNNY.”

She fixed him with an obviously mock angry glare.

“So you not only violated my order about no orgasms, you did it only a day before my fun…before your next cuckolding. Did you do that on purpose??”

“No…no! No, ma’am!”

“So a week for every orgasm, right?”

He was dedicated to regaining her happiness at this point.

“No! I mean, yes, whatever you wish, ma’am.”

His mind raced. “So…two more weeks?”

“Sssnnxxx” She tried to stifle a laugh.

“Oh, baby, you gave me at least four orgasms. At least that’s where I lost count in all the excitement…”

He gazed back in shock. But his cock throbbed in excitement.

“Another month…after you’ve proven you can satisfy me with Mr. Gerald. Now. Lets get to bed. You have to see if you can build me back up some without adding more to your time…”

A little less than twenty-four hours later, Jerry found himself in their bedroom entirely nude, except for his chastity device and the leather cuffs which had been reapplied.

Deanna directed him to kneel at the foot of the massive four-poster bed, facing it. Then she fastened the leather cuffs one at a time to eyebolts at the four corners.

He was left on his knees, all four extremities fastened at the end of the bed.

He waited for the dreaded blindfold. But it never came. Apparently she wanted him to see what happened tonight. No gag, either. Wow.

After a few minutes, he heard the doorbell, then voices. Then laughter and conversation he could not make out.

The voices…he could recognize Deanna, Sophie and John…got closer until they were behind him in the bedroom.

“Oh my, you were right…he does have an amazing ass.”

He felt foreign feminine hands caressing his back and his buttocks. Then they reached around and fondled his steel encased package.

“Well. I can’t believe he fit into that tiny cage. You are going to be so happy with Mr. Gerald! You may never let him have an orgasm again after I show you how to milk him.”

Jerry’s heart raced. What the hell?

All three of the free lovers moved in front of him.

Sophie remained dressed.

John stripped off all of his clothing.

Deanna was dressed in her high school cheer leader outfit, with a white pleated skirt. She lifted it up teasingly to show him she wore no panties.

John was directed to lay on his back on the bed, his feet near Jerry’s head.

Jerry tried not to stare, but it was all but impossible not to look. John’s penis extension rested ataköy escort only inches away. Unlike Dan, whose penis had been small and held in place by the sound within his clear extension…John’s manhood, although still held in place by the sound, was much larger. It was plainly prevented from feeling any sensations by being pressed firmly against the interior of its prison.

At Sophie’s direction, Deanna sat in a reverse cowgirl position atop Big John, then slowly impaled herself onto the massive staff. She groaned in pleasure as she was filled.

Deanna pulled two packages from her bag. One she opened, displaying a narrow curved phallus with a bulbous head on one end. She lay the other package on the nightstand, “It is one just like this, only pink. It is yours, cucky.”

Jerry and Deanna watched in fascination as Sophie pressed the lubed tool slowly into John’s anus. They could not see his face, but they could hear him sigh and moan.

“Watch carefully…this is how you massage your man’s prostate…or milk him. She’ll be doing this to you soon, cucky.”

John continued to moan quietly as Sophie fucked him with the device.

Deanna had been groaning softly, unable to resist the temptation and sliding herself slowly up and down on Big John. Then suddenly her eyes grew wide.

Sophie laughed and placed a finger to her lips, “Shhhh…”

Deanna did not speak, but continued to moan in satisfaction for about 20 minutes until Sophie slowly removed the device. “That should do it…”

She leaned close to Deanna and whispered in her ear. Deanna replied simply, “Oh, wow.”

Jerry was curious as Deanna dismounted Big John, then got off of the bed.

He sensed her walk around behind him. He felt her pull his head back…and saw her straddle his face…her buttocks resting on his chin, her moist snatch on his mouth. He saw her press her hand against her abdomen.

His neck stretched backwards, he was held up by his restraints. He was distracted from the discomfort because he was enjoying her soft nether lips pressed against his mouth.

Then he groaned and tried to pull away as he felt large globs of fluid being expelled from her center. He realized almost instantly he was being fed copious amounts of John’s seed. But his wife locked him in place with the powerful thighs he normally appreciated.

“Mmppphhh!”

“Swallow…clean me up, creampie cucky-poo cutie. I know this is one of your fantasies. You may as well get used to it, my love. Evidently anytime a boy gets to cum in a female led marriage, he’s supposed to do this…”

After he was finished cleaning her, Jerry began tonguing her sex, hoping to give her an orgasm. She rubbed herself against him playfully, then slid off of his face, letting him lean back up.

“Nice try, honey, but that is reserved for Johnny tonight too. Sophie assures me he’s got crazy skills.”

Sophie decided that was her cue to leave. She kissed her husband with an admonition to make her proud. Turning to Deanna, “I’ll see you Sunday…have fun!”

Deanna removed the penis gag from the night stand drawer, setting it in plain sight. She looked at her husband, her glance conveying the obvious…behave or she would use it.

Jerry watched, a little awed, as John removed his wife’s clothes, then spent a good forty-five minutes giving her a slow, caring full body massage. By the time he was done, she was more than ready.

John moved between her thighs and lay down between them. He was ready to sample another version of what had become his favorite meal. The meal was hot and moist for him.

Deanna was a woman who did not like to wait. She wanted what she wanted…when she wanted it. Which was part of her issue with her husband’s oral skills, or lack thereof.

So she was in for a surprise with John the “cunnilingus master.”

He began with her thighs, slowly moving in to her labia, her inner sex and her clitoris. She quickly relaxed and trusted this invader of her inner sanctum. His mouth and tongue felt sooo damned good.

She felt her first orgasm approaching and could tell it would be an incredible one. She felt it begin coursing through her body, “Oh….ohhh….oh, god I’m gonna cum…”

And he shifted his technique…staving off her orgasmic glory.

“Nooo….please….”

And it happened again…and again…and again…

It eventually became obvious to her, and to her watching husband, that this was no accident.

Unlike Jerry. When she was nearing orgasm with Jerry, he would lose focus, or simply stray from the attentions which would have given her relief unintentionally. Eventually she would lose interest and be unable to regain her ecstasy.

John obviously knew EXACTLY what he was doing. Each time she neared orgasm he would shift his technique…but not her arousal. She did not lose her edge. He would stay on her clit, but change HOW he was loving it…building her ecstatic sensations without letting her go over the top.

It was like he was operating a ratchet device…she was never allowed to relax, only to move up another notch.

He had done this at least a dozen times…her whole body was quaking and she was on a higher sexual plain than she had ever experienced…she clasped his hair desperately and her head lolled from side to side.

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Part one : Summoned by his Superior

David walked, somewhat tremulously, to the Chairman’s office. Each step added to the feeling of dread, like a penitent schoolboy being summoned to the Headmaster for a dose of the cane. He’d been here before, many times, but usually it was to discuss successful projects and to receive praise for another profitable year. David had nothing but respect for the strong, powerful man at the helm of the company. In fact, he was a little in awe of the older man who was a superior leader with impeccable manners and a commanding attitude. A role model that he aspired to. In many ways he felt like a little boy around him; as if one day, he wished to grow up to be just like him.

But now, he knew that their encounter would be different. Instead of the two of them conversing man to man, he was being called to the Chairman’s office for a dressing down for his shockingly unprofessional conduct in this morning’s board meeting. The raging erection that he’d been sporting throughout his presentation was bad enough, but the shameful wet spot was truly the icing on the cake. He almost moaned out loud in mortification. Why did he have to wear his pale grey wool suit today? If only he’d gone for his customary black or dark blue it wouldn’t have been so noticeable. But, of course, the grey wool was Saville Row and this meeting so important that he’d chosen the best his wardrobe had to offer. Little did he know that he’d receive instructions from his Mistress right before the meeting to remove his underwear and slather his balls in the IcyHot he found conveniently placed in his jacket pocket.

While his tumultuous hard-on had shrivelled instantly with his PA’s announcement that the Chairman wished to speak to him, no amount of dabbing at the wet patch had diminished how obvious it was. If anything, he’d just made it worse, and the faint menthol fragrance of the still-tingling cream was an unmistakable reminder of his recent torment.

And so it was, with dry mouth and racing heart, that David knocked on the door and waited for his superior’s deeply intoned, ‘Come,’ before entering to stand before the Chairman’s imposing mahogany desk.

‘You wanted to see me, Sir?’ Knowing that this meeting was disciplinary in nature, it didn’t feel right to call him Peter.

At over 6ft, the Chairman towered over David by several inches, and this just added to his natural aura of dominance. Even seated as he was now, David felt lesser in comparison in a way that had nothing to do with their proximate heights.

‘Sit down.’

David sank into the low chair in front of the desk, his legs feeling weak.

‘I asked you here to discuss a rather serious matter. I believe that you may have some understanding of what that may be?’ He raised his eyebrow expectantly, his piercing gaze pinning David to his seat like a bug to a board.

David flushed, looking down to break the critical regard and immediately sighting the tell-tale soiled spot on his trousers. Not one to shirk his responsibility, David felt the best course of action was to be upfront and take it on the chin.

‘Ahh, yes, Sir. I feel that I may have inadvertently conducted myself in a less than professional manner and I would like to offer my profound apologies for that.’

The Chairman’s steely gaze softened with respect just for a moment before reverting back to his implacable stare. ‘That is very true, however, I’m disappointed to say that this matter goes beyond your conduct today. Indeed, I have reason to believe that this manner of shameless behaviour has been an issue for some time.’

David paled. Dear God, what did he know? How could he know?

‘I have recently received a communication from a rather compelling lady called Kate, whom I believe is of your acquaintance?’ he continued, again raising his thick, silver eyebrow in expectation.

‘Yes, Sir. I know Miss Kate.’ Her honorific rolled off his tongue, unbidden. He flushed again. There was nothing implicitly revealing about his statement, but the Chairman’s slight smirk indicated he knew exactly what kind of relationship they had. Oh God, he knew!

‘Ah yes, I see you do know the lady then?’ he remarked somewhat condescendingly. ‘Well then, it should come as no shock that she has informed me all about your, shall we say, predilections. She has, in turn, been in contact with your previous PAs, who have shared information pertaining to your various activities on company time, often directly before meeting clients. You must be aware that this is completely unacceptable behaviour for a CEO of this company?’ he continued disapprovingly.

What could they have told him? ‘Activities, Sir?’ he hedged.

‘Activities, David,’ his voice heavy with meaning. ‘Need I remind you of the Hilton Hotel?’ He paused for effect, allowing David to flash back to that memorable session with his then PA, Lyn, with her skin-tight latex bodysuit and double-ended dildo. He felt his cock throb at the memory and fought hard to regain control. ‘But this was not an isolated incident, was it? ardahan escort The indomitable Kate also tells me she has spoken to yet another personal assistant who described the flagrantly unprofessional client meeting where you were wearing your wife’s silky… underthings?’ he replied delicately.

David was in hell. He could barely stifle the moan of humiliation as his depravity was aired in front of this impressive man. He wished the ground could open up and swallow him.

‘Now, to the matter of this morning. I am aware, as indeed was the entirety of the board,’ he glared, ‘that you were sporting a tumescence that did nothing to impress the members as to your commitment to your role or the company. In light of the information I have received, I feel it is my duty to nip this is the bud, as it were.’

Standing from his seat behind the desk, the Chairman used his height to add to his intimidating presence. A presence that was even more impressive when he walked around to the front of the desk, towering directly before David.

‘It strikes me that it is conceivable that you are currently wearing inappropriate underwear, which has caused this lapse in control. Is that the case, David? Are you, perhaps, wearing scanty feminine undergarments to a board meeting?’

David was horrified. ‘No, Sir! Of course not!’

‘Well, sadly, your conduct so far does not lead me to take your word for it as a gentleman, and so I fear that I have no choice but to check.’

David swallowed hard. While he was thankful he wasn’t wearing his wife’s knickers, he did still have his own briefs folded up in his jacket pocket and was in no fit state for an intimate inspection.

‘Check, Sir? There’s really no need, I assure you.’

‘Indeed, I must insist, David. And really, this coyness is beneath you. As a public-school alumnus, I know that you are no stranger to such inspections. Now be a man and drop your trousers.’

His voice gave no room for further argument and David’s hands went to the placket of his finely tailored suit trousers, not meeting the other man’s eyes as gravity took them to his ankles. As he stared fixedly at the wall over the Chairman’s shoulder, he was very aware of the cool breeze from the air conditioning stirring the wiry hairs around his swollen balls, which still retained a crimson flush from their earlier roasting.

‘Good God, man! You are at work! A representative of our illustrious company. This is no place to throw decorum to the four winds and go commando. Now, sort yourself out immediately!’

Hurriedly pulling his briefs from his pocket, he moved to pull up his trousers and exit the room, but was stopped by a clipped, ‘Now, David!’. Blushing furiously, he bent to pull them all the way off, feeling ridiculous standing there in his shiny dress shoes, socks and then a wide expanse of pale, naked flesh between them and his crisp, white shirt, tie and tailored jacket. Fumbling in his haste, David dragged on his underwear, uncommonly relieved by the snug feel of the soft cotton as it hid his cringing genitals. Finally clothed again, David felt marginally more in control as he faced his superior once again.

‘This behaviour cannot go unpunished, as I’m sure you must be aware. Now, I could bring in a representative from HR to go down the prescribed disciplinary route. This would be recorded in your personnel file and we would review it regularly to ensure there are no further lapses. Is that what you would prefer, David?’ Peter paused to let that horrifying thought take hold. ‘Or would you like me to deal with this privately as a consideration for your years of good service to the company?’

Having his depravity recorded for all to see was the very last thing he wanted. Surely any other option would be better.

‘I would very much appreciate it if you could deal with this privately, Sir,’ he replied with heartfelt emotion.

‘Very well, then.’ Unless David was very much mistaken there seemed to be a brief flash of triumph in the older man’s face. ‘Kate had a rather intriguing suggestion that she felt you would find most instructive. A way that you could learn to achieve the level of control I expect from you when you are conducting yourself as an ambassador of this company. Let’s called it a performance management opportunity. I will see you tonight back here in my office at 8pm. Do not be late.’

And with that he was dismissed. Once again, David swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry from this ominous proclamation.

What had he let himself in for?

—

Part two: Performance management

If David thought he’d walked tremulously on his previous journey to the Chairman’s office, it was nothing compared to his second visit of the day. Although there were often keen office juniors working late into the night, this evening the floor was deserted so David was afforded the small mercy of being able to proceed without an audience. Girding his loins as he reached the site of his recent humiliation, he knocked once again.

‘Come.’

As ardeşen escort he opened the door, David was greeted by not one, but three imposing figures. Two he immediately recognised — beside the suit-clad Chairman stood his beloved Goddess, Miss Kate. Statuesque in 4-inch patent pumps and a clingy, low-cut teal wrap dress, she matched the older man in height. The third figure he had not met, but the man’s hand on her slender shoulder was a clear mark of possession. This was the alpha husband that Miss Kate had referred to. At 6ft, broad shouldered and muscular with a groomed beard, the younger man dressed in hip-hugging jeans and a tight t-shirt gave off an aura of virility and power. More so than ever, when confronted with these impressive, powerful people, David felt like a naughty little boy in the presence of his betters. But, oh, how excited he was to be here, at the centre of their unwavering attention.

Sashaying towards him, her body gliding fluidly, sensuously, Miss Kate immediately took the lead. Cupping his jaw in her manicured hand, she tipped his face up to meet her eyes. ‘Do you know why you are here, boy?’ she asked. Her voice firm, but with a hint of amusement, possibly at the wide-eyed look of awe and trepidation on his face.

‘Yes, Mistr… Miss Kate,’ he stuttered.

‘Then tell us, boy,’ she commanded.

‘I am here to atone for my lack of control in the boardroom,’ he responded quietly.

‘And?’ she promoted.

‘And to learn how to comport myself in a manner fitting my position, Miss.’ He looked around, desperately searching for approval from those around him.

‘Eyes on me, pet. Peter and Ian are here for my pleasure, and in this room to that end they may command me as they will. But you, boy, are all mine.’

David relaxed a fraction, knowing that his Mistress was in control. He’d learn a valuable lesson today, but he knew that Miss Kate would be there to guide him through it. That moment of comfort was immediately pulled from him as she commanded, ‘Strip.’

Taking off his clothes in front of an audience of impressively dressed alphas was extremely nerve-racking, and yet, as each piece was removed, he found himself sinking further and further into his submissive headspace. It felt right that he was shedding his CEO persona in the face of such potent company.

Once naked, it seemed natural to sink to his knees, earning a murmured, ‘Good boy,’ in approval from his Mistress.

As she stood before him, towering over his kneeling form, Miss Kate could see that her sweet toy had gone beyond embarrassment, fear and humiliation and had accepted his place at her feet, gazing up in awe and supplication. He no longer seemed to be aware of his nudity, and instead his entire focus was on her as first her husband, then the Peter, turned her face to theirs for a deep, passionate kiss.

David visibly shivered at her moan of pleasure, his cock growing and stiffening until it stood out proudly, swaying with each rapid beat of his heart.

As her hands went to the belt of her dress, the waiting men helped it slide from her shoulders until it puddled in a heap behind her, revealing the luxuriant orbs of her breasts encased in translucent ivory lace that hinted at the cappuccino of her areolae and the flushed pink pebbles of her nipples. As his gaze swept down the pale silk of her skin, his eyes hungrily devoured the dip of her narrow waist, the sweeping curves of her hips and the tiny scrap of matching lace that hid the treasures beneath.

This was no scary dominatrix in full leather and latex; indeed, her lingerie was delicate, innocent, and yet his Mistress was all woman. A Goddess in her natural form with no need of props and paraphernalia to proclaim her divinity. And yet these men, the cream of alpha masculinity, were given unfettered access to her body, which currently included her breasts, as Peter was cupping the now-naked handfuls of creamy flesh in his large, strong, lightly hairy hands.

Standing proudly in her heels and thong, Kate’s eyes were on her sub, and she beckoned him with a smile. Eagerly, David shuffled forward on his knees, his cock leading the way, bobbing with every movement.

‘I haven’t forgotten about you, pet. You are here to learn how to behave, so right now you can start by removing my panties,’ David reached forward excitedly, only to freeze with the sharp command, ‘with your mouth.’ Pushing his arms behind his back, clasping his elbows to ensue he wouldn’t be tempted to cheat, David approached again, more cautiously this time, and started to manipulate the delicate fabric with his lips, teeth, and tongue.

‘Have a care, boy, not to tear my skimpy underthings,’ she admonished when he began the torturously slow journey south. At one point, his face was so close to the steamy warmth of her womanhood that he almost lost control and buried his head between her thighs, but he managed to hold himself back and rewarded his self-control by taking carefully measured breaths of her intoxicating scent during the arnavutköy escort descent. When, finally, the dampened panties were resting between his Mistress’s ankles, she delicately stepped out of them then offered the scented scrap to him with the shiny point of one toe.

David fixated on the offering, like a dog waiting for the command that would allow him to devour a much-anticipated treat.

‘Well, boy? What are you waiting for? Slip them on. We all know how much you enjoy wearing a skimpy pair of panties, don’t we, Peter?’ she giggled.

‘We do indeed, Kate. It certainly won’t be the first time, eh, David?’ he replied, sharing a masculine chuckle with Ian, who smirked down at him.

Blushing, David accepted the panties, sneaking a quick inhale as he brought them past his nose and mouth to step into the snug garment. The tiny triangle of lace was woefully inadequate to cover his raging arousal. Indeed, the honeyed gusset barely clung to his swollen sack and his aching shaft pulsed hotly as it emerged from the top, the virginal fabric contrasting with the angry red manflesh while the thong rubbed tantalisingly between his cheeks, tenderising the sensitive crease, and making his darkest hole twitch with excitement. So warm and damp, they were fresh from the altar of his Goddess and David was close to cumming from the overload of stimulation to his senses.

Now naked apart from her stiletto pumps, Kate moved to the low chair David had sat in earlier that morning. However, unlike him, she made herself right at home, lying back, tilting her face up to receive kisses from her husband, who stood behind her, his hands coming round to massage her unfettered breasts, pinching and toying with her nipples.

Then Peter was there too, kneeling in front of her, stroking her long, toned legs and silky thighs before lifting one, then the other over the arms of the chair. From his angle in front of the desk, David could see how the action parted the dewy petals of her hothouse flower revealing the tender inner flesh which the Chairman then proceeded to feast on with abandon. Kate gasped in pleasure, humming her approval of the man’s technique and stamina as her hips undulated to meet his tongue, grasping handfuls of his silvered hair to ride him more firmly.

As her movements became more passionate, Ian’s fingers became crueller, plucking harder at her tender buds, rolling and crushing the tips between his roughened fingers, and Kate was loving every moment. Seeing how swollen and red they had become, David longed to soothe the tortured berries with his lips and tongue but that was not what his Mistress wanted. She wanted to be taken roughly by men who were worthy challengers and that was what Ian and Peter were going to do. All David could do was watch and hope that she would find a way to put him to service.

But then the three were changing positions. Ian had scooped Kate up from the chair, taking her place and, with his strong hands grasping her curvaceous hips, impaled her on his thickly veined manhood with its flushed, shining head. Facing outwards, David could see her pupils blown with pleasure, her well-used breasts jiggling with each thrust as she was bounced on his cock, while her glistening folds and swollen clit begged for attention. Attention he longed to be allowed to give, but of course his job was to watch, to learn his place, while other men, worthy males, gave his Mistress what she deserved.

And so it was Peter who took his rightful place between her thighs and tended to her needy jewel, sucking hard in time to her husband’s vigorous shafting. As her moans increased, David felt like moaning himself. His cock was harder and more painful than when he had been stroking with IcyHot and his balls were even more red and swollen than ever beneath the lace. With a wild cry of pleasure, Kate climaxed, gushing her honey over Peter’s upturned face as he set about lapping up each precious drop. My job. My honey. Mine, David seethed silently.

Kate seemed boneless from her orgasm and both men stroked and petted her gently as she came back to herself, opening her eyes and smiling adoringly up at her husband. This was all the encouragement Ian needed and he lifted her up and carried her over to Peter’s desk, sweeping the papers to one side to lay his wife over the gleaming wood.

With her upper body supported on the desktop, David finally got a look at her luscious backside. Dear lord, that was a generous handful! The alabaster globes were lifted and separated by her position and David’s eyes were drawn down the shadowy cleft to the pouting pussy beneath. It had been well fucked but was eager for more and this time it was Peter whose hands spanned that creamy heart-shaped handful to help himself to her slippery channel. Oh, his Mistress liked that, thought David as she threw her head back and cried out at the feel of Peter’s impressive girth stretching her tender tissues.

The desk was such a convenient height that Ian could stand with one hand on her shoulder and the other wrapping the long, silky swathe of her hair around his fist to tilt her head back so that her plump lips were level with his glistening shaft. Kate knew what she wanted, and without bidding, her lips parted, and she greedily sucked him in, tasting herself on his flesh as she slurped throatily on his thick meat.

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Chapter 08 – Taking It All In

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Upon awakening, I realized that the spreader bar had incrementally extended while I slept and forced my legs nearly into a split. I attempted to look behind me to see what time it was by the sunlight coming into the room, and inadvertently caused the hook to rub inside me. The sensation of the hook moving made me squirm in pleasure. I start to move around more, then hear Ben behind me at the door.

“My, my, my, look at this beautiful sight.” He says while walking further into the room. “It looks like you enjoyed yourself during the night. I must remember to put you to bed like this more often, as this is a lovely way to start the day.” I strained to look back at him, only to have the hook stimulate me again; I tried to mute my moan as he didn’t give me permission to pleasure myself.

Ben approached me and swiftly removed the blankets that were barely on me as I had dislodged them during my struggles during the night. “It looks like the welt is almost gone, leaving a beautiful purple color on you.” As his fingers trace around the bruise on my butt, causing goosebumps, I let out a small giggle as it tickles.

Marking me was one of his many obsessions that he’s enjoyed since returning to the States. Thankfully I always recover quickly, and bruises don’t last long on me. Which in turn makes Ben start the process over again.

Walking to the side of the bed, he bends down to kiss the back of my head. At the same time, he reaches between my legs, putting a finger in my exposed opening and finding me almost dripping; being tied up always arouses me. Something I was unaware of until Ben did it the first time.

I then sensed Ben loosening the hook, relieving some of the tightness but leaving it in place. He unlocked my wrists from the waist belt, one hand at a time, but secured them to the headboard instead of releasing them. The chains around my waist belt were removed, but the belt remained intact. To further enhance my exposed position, Ben fetched a firm triangular pillow and skillfully slid it beneath my belly, causing my buttocks to be even more prominently displayed.

Anticipating that he would release my legs, I realized that with my current split position, they were almost to the edges of the bed. He unhooked them from the spreader bar and attached them to a chain that had been prepared and positioned on the sides of the bed so the ayancık escort bar was no longer being used to force my legs open.

From the side view, I watched Ben undressing himself, revealing his naked form before climbing onto the bed. He extracted some of my natural moisture using his finger, coating the exterior and making it slicker. Gradually, I sensed his long and thick member entering me. He seemed to grow larger each time he returned from a trip, or perhaps the Kegel exercises made me tighter.

He moved in and out of me slowly, allowing me to accommodate his impressive girth without causing any discomfort to my sensitive inner skin. With each thrust, the hook that remained attached through a loop on my waist belt and up to my collar would pull in and out, adding to the sensations coursing through my body.

His thrusts began reaching the depths of my sex, unable to penetrate fully due to his length smashing into my cervix. While it used to be painful, I found myself reveling in it, attempting to shift closer to him, yearning to take in as much of him as possible.

I sensed him manipulating the hook within me, removing it from my collar and sliding it out of my body. The sensation elicits a whimper that mingles with my moans of pleasure. It had felt incredible having his substantial size filling me and the hook rubbing against the sensitive skin of my other orifice. With each thrust, I feel myself drawing closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. Something else enters my backside, but I can’t place the feeling.

Unexpectedly, Ben delivers a firm spank to my exposed buttock with his open palm. The sudden sensation catches me off guard, and I yelp, but he continues his relentless thrusting. During that time, I feel the object in my ass getting more prominent, making everything tighter and having a full feeling. I suspect it’s an inflatable butt plug that would widen the opening slowly.

While I’m constraining on his girth and my backside getting bigger. He smacks the other bruised cheek, and the mix of pain and pleasure intensifies, making it difficult to discern one from the other. He then grabs my ponytail, wrapping his fingers in my hair and gently pulling my head back.

“Who do you belong to?” He asks through gritted teeth; with each word, he pounds into me as if adding an exclamation point aydın escort to each word. “You, I belong to you,” I respond, each word coming out with each thrust.

Just when I feel like he can’t go faster, can’t go harder, he says, “Cum for me” An orgasm crashes over me with his words, engulfing my entire being as my internal muscles clench around him.

During my climax, I feel Ben release simultaneously, his hot liquid hitting the outside of my cervix. The sensation causes me to gasp as it crashes into my soon-to-be bruised wall. Ben doesn’t stop thrusting; he continues pounding into me with unrelenting force.

Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, propelling me into a state of bliss where I can no longer vocalize, articulate, or communicate. My body convulses in response, spasms rippling as serotonin floods my system.

As Ben exhausts his energy, he collapses beside me, spent. Meanwhile, I remain bound, my body twitching and sparing autonomously as the lingering ecstasy radiates.

I close my eyes and say a small prayer to my IUD which kept me safe from an 18-year STD and allowed him to fill me up without needing a condom. While reciting my small prayer, I feel the inflatable plug still in me; when I look at Ben, he appears to have fallen asleep. As I focus on the feeling, it feels like it’s getting bigger inside me, my muscles trying to stay tight and losing the battle.

After an indeterminate amount of time, during which my brain remained disoriented and unable to discern the passing of minutes or hours, I began to sense Ben’s movements beside me. He traces a finger along my spine, eliciting goosebumps to ripple across my body.

He shakes the plug inside of me, forcing a moan from me. I feel it slowly deflate while Ben gets out of bed and locates something from one of the many drawers. When he returns, he uses his finger to test my wetness and finds I’m still entirely soaked, ready to go again.

He slips something inside my lips that starts to vibrate intensely. He pumps up the plug again, stretching all my muscles; the full feeling of the plug and the toy inside me causes me to moan and squirm. He deflates the plug and positions himself so he is behind me once more. Reaching for something next to him, I hear a cap pop and feel liquid pouring into my stretched asshole. He rubs the lubricant aydınlı escort around my hole, causing me to hump the pillow holding me up as the feeling of him rubbing the sensitive skin of my waiting hole causes my body to lerch all over.

Ben slowly starts to insert his member into me, this being the one place he can go in all the way. Going in and out, sometimes coming all the way out so he could use the tip of his cock to rub the outside of the hole. Each teasing motion caused me to moan and reach my ass up to be closer to him. The motion of him sliding in and out of me with the assistance of the small and mighty vibrator caused microorganisms to start to consume my body.

Ben grabs my hips and starts thrusting faster, causing me to scream for him to fuck me. That I am his. I call out to any God that will hear me and beg for him to continue and not stop.

When he is entirely in me, his pelvis smashes my bruised cheeks. I am so full I know I will split in two at any moment, as something this big is not meant to be in something so small.

Ben grabs the back of my neck, forcing my face into the mattress, “Is this what you like? Is this what you want?” I nod with all my worth as the pillow top prevents me from speaking. “Cum for me” My body reacts immediately; the orgasm hits me like a meteor striking the planet; the waves of pleasure are wiping out everything that exists. I have gone mute, my mind no longer functioning as every nerve I possess screams in ecstasy.

I feel him twitch in me while he thrusts, then he joins me in Nirvana, moaning as he cums deep inside me. Ben then collapses on top of me, his weight crushing me but feeling wonderful as he is still inside me. While he lays on me, I squeeze him with my internal muscles, feeling my hole try to return to its small size.

After a few minutes, He rolls off me; his smile indicates his happiness. I feel him retrieving the toy, still vibrating in me, and switching it off. He tells me how much he loves what we do and that I have exceeded all his wants and desires. I continue to bask in the afterglow of orgasm, stretched out and bound to the bed, feeling whole and complete.

He slowly undoes my restraints, kissing my body as he unhooks everything. When I was free of the bed, he pulled me into his lap and told me he loved me and would never let me go; I would be his forever. I melt into him feeling loved and safe.

Ben lifts my chin so I can see his whole face; his eyes are bright green today with specks of blue. “Are you ready to get up? I still have my news to share with you.” I nod, “Yes, Sir.” smiling as it must be good news as he was so cheerful.

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College Girl Enslaved Pt. 03

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Ashley had spent all night in a frustrated state. She couldn’t help but gyrate her hips on the dildo and vibrator while watching BDSM porn. She kept thinking to herself that this man is sick. However, she started to realize she’s beginning to enjoy this torment. It is her main kink to be tied up and edged, but to be held captive was something she didn’t realize was turning her on. How could she be enjoying this? Her body and mind are betraying her.

Suddenly, the TV turned off as well as the fucking machine. Ashley waited in anticipation while humping the air as the dildo and vibrator retreated. She was wondering how long she had actually been in here. Her dripping pussy caused the room to have an aroma that she didn’t notice until the machine stopped. Then, the door opened.

“Well, well, well, my dear! Did we have a nice time in here? Oh! I forgot, it’s been 24 whole hours, again. And that machine and porn did a great job! Just look, you can’t stop humping the air.”

Her heart sank to her stomach. 24 HOURS? She has been kept in this frustrated state for who knows how long that she doesn’t even remember yesterday’s events. How long until she got some relief?

“Okay, baby girl. First of all, we need to get you to our workout area. There, we’ll put you through a routine of exercises to keep this sexy, feminine body of yours. But first, I’m going to give you this antidote. No, you still won’t cum, but we need to keep your body as natually aroused as possible. We will untie you from this, we will put on a dildo chastity belt, cuff your hands behind you, and lead you to the gym.”

They worked quickly to get her standing up and moved to the gym. She was afraid of more punishments, she just submitted. When they slid on that dildo and chastity belt, Ashley had never been so wet before.

As they passed each hallway, Ashley could still hear the moaning of all the kidnapped college girls in a similar state as her. She doesn’t know if they have been here longer or just recently abducted. If only she could have escaped, she could have freed them and rescued any girl they already sold. Yet, somehow, their helplessness also turned her on.

They arrived at the gym. He told her “you will follow the gym routine you had at the college we took you from.” He knew her routine. For an hour each day for 5 days a week, she’d be doing squats, chest exercises, cardio, and just minimal strength. This was hard to do as the dildo kept making her pussy juice drip down her theighs.

After an hour, they led her to the showers. Here, she had her hands cuffed abover her head, chastity removed, as well as her gag. They finally cuffed her legs apart, standing aydıntepe escort spread. She was gyrating her hips as she was missing the dildo already. They gave her a nice shower and took more time to tease her pussy with brushes to keep it fresh. This drove her crazy, but she loved the masculine hands running all over her body. She began to beg. “Please just fuck me! Please! Let me cum! I can’t take it anymore! PLEASE!!!! LET ME CUUUUUUUMMMMM!!!!!!” She was crying hysterically knowing that cumming isn’t going to happen for her.

After her shower, they fed her some breakfast while she was still chained in the shower. Finally, she was led to a new dungeon. She doesn’t recognize it. There was a bed, a cage, a chair, and a bunch of sex toys. She wondered why she was here.

“So, my dear, do you remember what you did yesterday?” She remembered her escape attempt and how she failed miserably. “Not only did you try to escape, but you also kicked my assistants in the balls. Lucky for you, they recovered. Well, you’re going to be spending some time with those men and I get to watch from the comfort of my office. And they won’t go easy on you.”

“Yeah, like you’ve been going easy on me.” She showed some sass back at him.

“True, but this will be very different.” After he said that, her roomate was brought into the dungeon. Bound the exact same way as her: chastity belt, hands cuffed behind her back, and struggling. “See, you and your roomate are going to be tortured together and you’re going to watch each other get tortured. While one is tortured, the other is chained in the cage with a feather tickling her denied pussy while you watch.”

They both looked at each other and tried to speak before a dildo gag was shoved into their mouths. Ashley was placed in the cage first. They removed her chastity belt, cuffed her spreadeagle standing up, and the feather danced away on her pussy as she humped like crazy.

Ashley watched as her roomate was stripped of her chastity belt. A leather belt was strapped around her waist, she was layed on her stomach with a metal bar above her. They pulled her arms over the bar behind her back and they padlocked her cuffs to the sides of the leather belt. They put another metal bar to keep her legs spread as far a part as possible. She was a cheerleader, so this was easy. Her legs were strapped to the bar as if she was in the splits. Her roomate struggled and was even able to hump her hips. Much like Ashley, she too has been denied orgasm since her capture. Ashley could see her roomate’s pussy juice drip in a long strand. She needed stimulation, BAD!

The men then took turns licking ayvalık escort her pussy so expertly. Her clit was the special focus. Their fingers also penetrated her pussy as this was the first stimulation she felt in a while. “You like this, slut?” One of the men said. “You and your friend here have been here for over 2 weeks and you haven’t cum since! You were without any stimulation this morning to prepare you for this. Now you can’t stop humping!”

Did Ashley hear correctly? 2 weeks? What’s worse was the torment they were playing on her friend was arousing her, but she tried to hide it. It didn’t help the feather was keeping her minimally stimulated while she watches her friend get tortured.

Then, the men brought out a vibrator and brought her to edge after torturous edge. One man vibed her while the other was fucking her mouth. Their dildo gags had a hole in the front so that it kept their slutty mouths ready for oral services. Ashley’s roomate screamed for an orgasm. She needed it! But then one of the men came in her mouth. Ashley wonders if she felt his semen explode in her mouth. Now, the men switched places and the same thing happened. But the men weren’t done, they then double teamed her. One was fucking her pussy while the other was fucking her mouth. Both took great care not to cum in her pussy. They switched places again. She couldn’t take it, she needed to cum, but they kept her in strict edging and denial.

Once the men were finished after 2 hours of edging her brains out, they moved her to the chair. This chair was evil. She knew she didn’t want to be put in that chair, but the men were much stronger than her. They forced her arms behind the back rest and shackled them there. Then her legs were shackled wide apart on the chair as well her knees and theighs. Next was some shackles for her torso and it kept her still. Finally, a shackle for her neck to hold her head in place. Her pretty blonde hair and her tearing blue eyes were showing she was scared. But why is the chair so evil?

Next, she saw something that looked like a bra that was fastened to her in the chair. And then a something that looked like a chastity belt with a dildo for her pussy was fastened. Soon, the bra was vibrating her nipples and the dildo in her pussy vibrated and also vibrated her clit. She was getting so close, she might actually cum! It was building and building. She humped as hard as the restraints would allow. She saw the men stroking their cocks in front of her. Oh God she was close, surely this was it! She was finally going to cum…

She screamed in frustration at the vibrators turned down to a pulsation. aziziye escort The machine waited until she calmed down and then it started again. This time, she was very close much more quickly. She humped like crazy as the vibrators picked up speed. They dropped to a low pulsation again. Ashley could only watch in horror and jealousy as the feather teased her pussy and wished she had more.

The men stroked their cocks while fondeling her roomate as she cried in sexual frustration. The men then ejaculated all over her sexy body after 2 hours on the chair. “You really make us drain our balls well,” they said to her.

After 4 hours of constant torment, the men left for a few hours to leave them moaning and humping in frustration. Ashley was perhaps the most frustrated. Watching her roomate get tortured has gotten the feather soaked and she’s almost lost the feather’s sensation. She was also mad how horny this made her. She waited there in her cage all chained up, her feet killing her, vowing she will find a way to escape and rescue all the college girls trapped in here.

After a few hours, the men came back. They made the switch. Now it was her roomate’s turn to watch Ashley be tortured. They also replaced the feather. Ashley was then tied in the same manner as her roomate and her roomate like Ashley. Except, Ashley’s was far, far worse.

Because of her assault and escape attempt, they kept a vibrator on her constantly and she was subjected to 4 hours of torture. They fucked her pussy and mouth. She felt their semen explode clear to the back of her throat. She hated that they could cum in her mouth while she’s edged. Her pussy was already dripping so much the men felt her pussy clench on their cocks and fingers.

4 hours later, she was moved to the chair. And, as with the bed, this was worse than her roomate’s. This time, the vibrators didn’t stop. “You’re going to cum sweetheart, but it won’t be what you expect.” Ashley felt a shock on her clit and nipples. It was painful. It wasn’t pleasurable at all. In fact, it just made her even hornier. There was no release, just more frustration. “This is what we call a ruined orgasm, baby girl. There’s no relief, you’ll just feel more edging.” This continued for 4 more hours as they ejaculated all over her body. Her roomate stood there in horror as she humped the feather. Eventually, both had passed out from constant teasing.

Ashley woke up chained in her special cell with the dildo chastity belt back on her, hands shackled behind her, and ankles shackled. She was involuntarily humping now. Those ruined orgasms just made her hornier. Then her door opens.

“Well, my dear, let’s hope that torture was enough to teach you a lesson about escaping and assaulting my men. Look at the monitor. You see that, your little friend is on the auction block this evening. She’ll be there all day being edged out of her mind until bidding closes. Enjoy it, this is the last time you’ll see her before she’s sold.”

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Candy and the Repairman

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This fun little flash story I wrote to cheer up a friend who was having a bad day. I’m not sure if this is the right category.

“Candy! The copy machine guy is here to fix the damn thing!”

Candy grumbled under her breath, ‘it was about damn time he showed up’. The thing broke on Monday and everyone in the office complained to her for the last three days about it. In addition to her own work, Candy’s co-worker took vacation that week, so she was saddled with that work, and to top everything off, the boss was on a tear. Candy was fully prepared to read the repair guy the riot act as soon as he walked in her office.

“Hi. I’m here to fix the copier.” A calm voice pierced Candy’s gloomy day.

She looked up and her frustrations poured out, “You should have been here Tuesday! If you had been, my week would have gone a whole lot better! But you didn’t and all I’ve heard is bitch, bitch, bitch! Now get over there and fix the damn thing!”

The repair man smiled at her and walked over to the copier. He set his bag down and powered the copier off. He worked on it for the next ten minutes, then powered it on and ran some test papers.

He turned and smiled at Candy, then walked over to her office door and closed it. She heard the lock click before she could say anything. He turned to her and the look in his face showed that she might be in trouble.

He crossed over to her desk and knelt down beside her, “You, young lady, are quite rude. I for one, do not tolerate rudeness.”

He spun her chair to face him. She could see him undressing her with his eyes.

“You have two choices. I can take out the part I put in the copier and come back next week with the “right” part or, you can stand up and take your punishment for your rudeness. The choice is up to you, but you have ten seconds to decide.”

At first, Candy could not antalya otele gelen escort believe the impertinence of this man. Her eyes searched his face and could tell he was absolutely serious. Him leaving with the copier still broken till the following week would make the office unbearable, all the bitching and complaining from her coworkers for something she had no control over.

And yet, she felt strangely aroused by the thought. She could feel her buried submissive tendencies clawing their way to the surface. Her heart beat a bit faster and she could feel a flush rising up her chest. Candy felt her choice was simple, endure a punishment or put up with complaining.

Candy lowered her eyes and whispered, “Leave the copier fixed. I’ll…I want to take the punishment.”

He leaned forward and growled in her ear, “Stand up and put your hands on your desk, palms down.”

Candy’s breathing increased as she stood up and put her hands on the desk as he directed. He moved her chair out of the way and stood behind her.

He whispered in her ear, “Count each swat. If you miss one, I start over. For being rude, you’re going to receive 10 hard reminders to be polite.”

Candy nodded her head wordlessly and steeled her body for what she assumed was coming.

“I believe the old school methods are best and a stinging bare bottom will be a better teacher than a covered one.” With that, the repair man pulled Candy’s black skirt off her hips and it pooled on the floor at her feet, “Step out.”

Candy obeyed, her heart beating loudly in her heaving chest. She felt the palm of his hand run across her panty covered bottom. She breathed a silent sigh of relief that she had worn her nice, pale blue ones and not just any old pair. She closed her eyes and held her breath has his palm moved antalya rus escort slowly back across her ass. Suddenly, she felt his fingers grasp the waistband of her panties and pull them down slowly to about mid thigh.

“Step back until I tell you to stop” he commanded.

Candy shuffled her feet back several steps, until she heard him say stop. Her lean toward the desk was pronounced and her ass stuck out.

“Spread your legs until I tell you to stop” he said.

Again, Candy moved her feet out until he stopped her. In the position she was in, she could feel the cool air of her office caress her bare ass and dampening pussy. She felt an unusual thrill being in this position and she could not understand how she had give in without a fight. Did she want this? Why would she?

She gasped when she heard the sound of his belt pulling through the belt loops of his jeans. Candy shook her head slightly when she felt the tip of the belt trace its way across her bare skin from one side to the other. The repair man then dragged the length of the belt back across her. She could feel the cool leather against her and she shuddered in anticipation.

“Remember to count, or I start over Miss Rudeness” he growled at her.

Without warning, the first sting of his belt struck her right ass cheek, right in the middle.

She gasped and cried out “One” as the belt left a tingling warm sensation on her skin.

The second swat landed just above the previous spot.

“Two!” she cried out. She could not believe the sting felt so pleasant. The strangest part was the affect each swat was having on her. The tingles spread from her ass up her torso. Her nipples hardened and the dampness she felt earlier was becoming wetter.

The third swat landed on the opposite cheek. Her body tightened, not araklı escort from pain, though the swat stung, but from anticipating the next blow.

“Three!” she cried. She began to steady her body for the next swat when it came unexpectedly. She barely cried out “Four” before the fifth landed. The rapid blows caused Candy to wriggle her hips, not so much from pain, but searching for the next sting. She could feel her excitement tracing rivulets down her thighs.

She gasped for breath as she cried out “Five!”. Her knees were feeling weak and she desperately wanted to tug her nipples hard, but her palms were planted firmly on her desk. Sweat beaded on her brow and she could feel it on her back.

The sixth and seventh swats caused Candy to unconsciously try to find relief for her clit. Between her nipples begging to be tugged, her clit was crying for a touch. Candy slowly panted for breath, her eyes remained firmly clenched closed.

The eight blow landed hard across both cheeks.

“Ugh! Eight!”

She was startled when she felt his palms glide gently across her warm ass. His touch was light and the perspiration on his palms cooled some of the heat the belt brought out. Candy moaned softly has his hand moved slowly back and forth. She was silently wishing the repair man would move his fingers to her pussy and sink them deep in her. Thrust them in and out like she wanted so badly.

In just a moment, the soft touch of his fingers was replaced by the sharp touch of the leather belt.

“Nine!” she moaned.

She knew the next touch would be the last, but her body screamed for more. It demanded relief that the belt’s sting had stirred up. Candy rubbed her thighs together, trying to get some friction on her clit.

She moaned as she thrust her hips forward. Just has she brought her hips back, the tenth blow landed.

“Ten!” Panic set in as she realized all ten blows had landed. She moaned softly “No! More! Please more!” Her body was screaming for release, but he denied her.

The repair man whispered in her ear, “I’ll be back Tuesday, late. If you need another lesson, wear a blue blouse.”

Candy’s mind raced as she tried to think if she had a blue blouse.

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Big Boss’s First Submission

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It is not that she showed up unprepared to the meetings. She knew as much as everyone in the room did. It is rather that she expected to be treated as an equal. The bar is low, no? But their basic patriarchal brains could only process her as a relative. At best, as an intern. They angered her, and, unfortunately, she let them see it.

The biggest offender had predictably been the most senior figure in that room. A classic case of man whose path to self-fulfillment only included women as progenitors or as eye candy. It’s not that they were in antagonistic roles, nor that he made particularly boomerish comments. Really, it was that he had a way of deflecting the conversation every time she moved it an inch forward. He was fast at destroying progress she had built up over several exchanges. Somehow, though, it did not feel intentional. Maybe he just did not give a fuck.

She was so furious that evening that she worked after hours to try and prepare for round two of negotiations. She felt that, if only she could prepare more responses to each deflected talking point, she could still win them over. It was a bit desperate, in all honesty, but the situation was dire with her job on the line. She had not changed out of her work clothes when she sat down at the hotel bar for dinner in front of her laptop. She figured her counterparts would be going out for dinner and lounging instead.

When she heard a chair slide in one of the tables near her, she looked up from her documents. It was the biggest offender, the senior figure, the man in his 50s who thought she was an intern despite her incipient wrinkles and plentiful white hairs. She seethed. Like her, he was still in business clothes, though his tie and blazer were gone. He nodded and lifted his left hand to do a single wave at her, or perhaps to show that he was not wearing a ring. She just nodded and looked back into her computer.

She had to guess what made for a natural scrolling speed because, at this point, she was unable to keep reading. The strong sensations she felt, perhaps led by fury, distracted her from negotiation paths and carefully crafted rebuttals. How could her desire to take over be so strong, but not strong enough to let her focus? They were going to eat her up and she would return home empty-handed.

But the end of her misery would arrive early, completely unexpected. A waiter placed a cosmo on her table. A cosmo? On her table? She had not ordered a drink. She would never order a cosmo. She looked at big boss, who smirked, lifting his own classic martini to her before he sipped from it.

This man was playing with fire — the kind fed by intergenerational resentment and ignited by one too many injustices. She, the fearful kid who cried silently when teased in school, the good woman pouring her free time into her community, the perpetual submissive in bed: she was going to fucking destroy him and tricking him into loving it.

She looked at the cosmo and then she shifted in her seat to angle herself towards him, looking into his eyes. Her shoulders and knees and hipbones pointed towards him, but her face remained cold and emotionless.

“In my company, you would have to hand in your resignation over this tomorrow.”

His smirk faded just for a second, perhaps shocked by the intern who dared to speak up against a stupid drink. Was his name going to appear on some bullshit MeToo account on Twitter?

“I guess it is good that I am the boss in my company.”

She stood up, maybe an inch or two straighter than usual. She grabbed the cosmo and walked slow bur firm towards his table. He flinched, even if just for one second: she was tall and, in her 3 inch stilettos, she was towering over his seated figure. She stood a few inches too close and looked down at him — her soft features hardened by her dark hair in a tight updo, by the black blazer and skirt tailored tight against her curves in front of him.

Maybe he thought he would have to wash a cosmo off his shirt, or that he would feel the slap of her long fingers. He couldn’t possibly expect this sociopathic millennial to just sit down and drink with him. In reality, she just put the cosmo down on his table, and grabbed his martini instead.

“Next time you buy a drink, buy her the correct one. There is no need to mess up from the start.”

She walked back to her table with his drink and looked into his eyes while she sipped from it. No smiles, no emotions. Big boss had lost the first round. She went back to her computer.

To his credit, he did not freak out. Though he did need a few minutes to collect himself while she worked. After all, it was now him dealing with an unpredictable script, the one forced to craft a careful maltepe escort rebuttal. He was the alpha and he had no option of leaving. Not if he wanted to protect his dignity.

This time, he got up and walked towards her high table, leaning on it. Big boss came in with a white flag in his hand, approachable, ready to make a concession.

“You know, you’re right. I should have asked you what you would like to drink. Earlier, I should have let you lead the conversation. I misjudged you. I know it’s not your job to give me a second chance, but I would really appreciate it if you did.”

She looked at him, crossing her legs in her seat. Her pencil skirt wrinkled against her hips, baring a few inches of her thighs.

“You’re right that it’s not my job, and, to be honest, I don’t have any reason to believe you will not mess up the second chance the same way you messed up the first one.”

He pushed himself off her table, preparing a dignified exit. Little did he know that she would stretch out her arm and press her hand against the front pocket of his shirt. He looked at her, shocked. She grabbed his room key card, holding it briefly in her hands to look at the number penciled onto the paper envelope.

Ignoring him for a minute, she closed her laptop and put it into her purse, getting up from her seat. Before she walked away, she put the key back into his pocket.

“You get a second chance, which will also be your last one. I will try your door thirty minutes from now. I hope you will do your best to create a better impression.”

True to her word, she tried his door exactly 30 minutes later. It was unlocked, of course. He was sitting at the desk, speaking on the phone, not even acknowledging her. She stood at the entrance, wearing the same stilettos, the same figure-fitting black suit, carrying the same black purse. With each exchange of his conversation, she regretted her decision exponentially. Alas, when she felt there had been one line too many, she turned to leave.

Except that was not how he had planned it. He hung up immediately and pushed the door closed when she opened it. He just wanted her to be off guard. Big boss hit first, kissing her lips and pressing her against the wall. She let him do it, she really bought into it. Her tongue pressed his lips apart as he undid her tight blazer, pushing her hips against his to encourage the growing bulge in his pants.

When his hands reached her ass, he picked her up, lifting her out of her stilettos. He just did not want her eyes to be level with his. He wanted her to look up at him. Again, she indulged him. She looked up at him, her figure less intimidating with her lipstick ruined, her breasts exposed, her shoes kicked away. She was just the intern, just the easy prey, the young slut whose holes would bring big boss some distraction and relief.

“So this is your last chance to impress me. You’re starting to do better. What’s your plan?”

He laughed. Was this one for real? Oh, to be a hot, bold, and entitled millennial. She was starting to piss him off.

“I don’t know, I wonder if I can show you a good time. You certainly seem to really need it.” His hands fondled her large ass, letting her flesh bounce, demeaning. “But I’m also thinking you might be more trouble than it’s worth. Too harsh in the meeting room, too picky in the bar, too cocky for a slut that followed her client to his room. What will your boss think?”

In a swift move, she slid her foot between his legs and knocked him out of balance, forcing him against the same wall. He almost fell. Her hands held his wrists, pushing them above his head. Standing on her toes, she leaned in to nibble on his lip gently.

“That’s a long way of saying you don’t really have a plan. He will think your sorry ass tried to make a move on me and I turned you down. Plus you’re probably going to blank when he asks you which of his employees did it.”

Intrigued by the unusually tall and strong woman, he let her have this one. He stood there, pinned, wondering if he had in fact confused her name earlier. No, of course he hadn’t. How could he have? But maybe he really had.

“I don’t know about that, Anna. But I find it hot that you’re ballsy.”

“Are you that dumb that you don’t even know how to read emails?”

Alright, maybe he had fucked up. Maybe he had discounted the underdog too early. Who the fuck was she and why was his cock harder than it had been on any given moment of the past few months? She was giving him serious blue balls. He stammered.

“I… I’m sorry. Is your name really not Anna?”

Affect theorists say that, in fear, one does not flee: one shrinks back. Big boss ankara otele gelen escort was second guessing his entire existence against her body, feeling small and defeated even if just for one moment. In holding him, she felt his hard cock press against her lower belly, an indication of where he wished his sperm would hit — if only he had not messed up his chances. She looked into his eyes, pitiful.

“For you, no, my name is not Anna. Be respectful and call me Doctor.”

She let go of his hands and they made out furiously, hungry like deprived lovers. Within the complicated feelings that this encounter had elicited, they both felt an identity-challenging amount of arousal. He liked straightforward sex with carefree women and she liked getting choked by people who otherwise saw her as their equal. They had no business in thirsting so hard for their nemesis, but here they were, and soon they were both naked in his bed.

In a more standard situation, he would be the one calling the shots and asserting his authority over her pleasure. He would eat her out, or he would drag her mouth down to his cock, but he did not know what was permissible with this obstinate lover. He might try something normal like touching her legs and she might melt down like an offended snowflake. Maybe she was right and he had no plan, after all.

It’s a good thing that she came prepared better than everyone on that trip. She could see he was in need of reassurance, and she swapped the stick for the carrot. Her mouth around his cock was the carrot. She crawled between his legs, her hair still tightly pulled back, and she smiled at him when her hands approached his cock and balls. She slowly stuck her tongue out, lascivious. For the first time that evening, he felt desired, and he grunted loudly when her tongue lapped up his precum.

Her blowjob was meant to harden him, tease him, get him ready for her plans — not to make him cum inside her. But he had no idea; he just felt the waves of increasing frustration every time her mouth desisted from a particularly effective motion. The damned cock tease couldn’t even give him good head. It was truly a millennial slut paradox: she couldn’t sustain him into the low-hanging fruit of the first orgasm, yet her tongue kept reaching his balls to brag how she could take his whole cock in the depths of her mouth. He needed to end it and take back control.

She was glad to hand it over to him. After tasting his frustration during one more edging, she let go of his cock and sat up in bed. Her thick thighs spread to reveal her, glistening and ready for his tongue. When he approached her, she pulled him by the neck, lest he got confused again. But he wasn’t that thick, and he just needed a chance to shine.

He ate her eager and enthusiastically — perhaps the most enthusiastically he had eaten any woman out in his life. This was more than just a ticket to fucking the youngest pussy he had had in years: he would deal with the chip on his shoulder for good once he had her shaking against his face. He licked, he fingered, he drank all her juices. He lasted much longer than he had ever lasted, or than he had ever had to last. But it was just not his day; despite his best attempts, her pleasure was simply not building up. Did she just shift, was she grabbing her phone? Why was she looking in her purse?

“Here. This might help you.”

She threw him a vibrating dildo she had pulled out from her purse. He felt defeated. He struggled to even find out how to turn it on. Her grin was infuriating. Still, he persisted, and, with the extra mechanical aid, he gave her the first orgasm of the night. She came when his tongue circled her clit while the vibrator hit her g-spot.

When she came, his turn was over. She took out the vibrator and moved on top of him, replacing it with his dick. She was tight after that first orgasm, and in his state of deprivation, he knew he would cum in a matter of seconds. Just what he needed to prove himself on this god-awful date. Her hips moved up and down, rocking all the curves of her body in the sluttiest display his eyes had enjoyed in decades. The millennial whore knew the effect she had on him and she was enjoying herself at his cost.

“Don’t you dare to cum. You’re not a boy. You’re meant to last longer than this.”

He closed his eyes, trying to block out the image of her ample curves bouncing, the feel of her ass hitting his thighs with each of her movements. In the multiplicity of feelings his body could hold, he felt both ecstatic and ashamed. Her pussy felt just so good around him, unlike anything he could recall. But it was so good it was leading him ankara rus escort into imminent embarrassment, and he had never felt so ashamed.

She sighed, exasperated, and got off his hips on the right second to avert disaster. He sighed in relief, his cock twitching.

“Get on top of me. I have an idea.”

The trick up her sleeve seemed to be good old missionary, which would help him in his current state for a grand total of fifteen seconds, if he were lucky. But, at this point, he owed her nothing. He deserved to fill her little pussy with his cum and call it a night if he so wanted. So he got on top of her, heavy and strong, and he immediately started fucking her pussy. He had landed on a good angle and he felt it.

She grunted in approval, but that was not the trick at all. While he focused on trying not to cum, she grabbed the dildo, still coated in her juices, and pressed it against his ass. He froze.

“Hey there, no. No ass play for me.”

“This is not ass play. This is not about your ass. This is about making you last longer.”

Her hands pulled his cheeks apart while she inserted the head of the dildo in him. He did freak out. He did not stop her. He was not in pain but maybe he was in shock. He stopped moving inside her.

“I did not say you could stop moving.”

Maybe this was a little too much stick after not enough carrot, but it was not enough to break him down. He was… distracted, to say the least. And conflicted. He both lost his boner and regained it that very minute. This is not how it was all supposed to go, but he was now inside her, and he’d find his release soon. He’d deal with her afterwards. He just needed to cum really bad. And so he blocked out what she was doing. He didn’t care that she moved three inches of the dildo inside him as he fucked her, and he didn’t care that it was slowing his own orgasm down. He kept moving. She was moaning.

“I’m so close, oh fuck I am so close… Don’t you dare cum yet, I’m really gonna come around your cock if you keep going.”

“Oh, baby, I don’t know if I’m gonna make it, but I want to feel your tight little pussy come around me…”

Famous last words. She shoved one more inch in him in one go, painfully distracting him this time.

“Doctor. Have an ounce of respect and use the right title. Now hold the fucking dildo so I can focus on cumming.”

She grabbed his right hand, making him collapse on top of her, and she moved it to the dildo. She held him in place until he started fucking himself while he fucked her. He was her bitch now, but she felt she could push his boundaries just a bit more.

“Alright. You are so close to making it. You’re doing great. I’m gonna let you cum. All you need to do now is look in my eyes and count down from fifteen. You can cum when you make it down to one.”

This fucking sociopath. His dignity hated her, but his dick loved her. At this point, so far into the game, it cost him nothing to obey this one last command. Determined, he looked into her eyes and began counting down from fifteen, his hand struggling to coordinate the dildo strokes in his ass as he fucked her.

“Ten. You are getting close to paradise.”

He closed his eyes to make it, and she let him get away with that one. It was only fair as it would compensate for how hard he was fucking his own ass throughout, the fastest ever convert to the church of ass play. As he hit the right angle, her insides squeezed him harder and harder. When he got to five, it was nearly impossible for him to utter more counts.

“Five.”

She chimed in to help him. He was getting helpless.

“Four.”

His sweaty body was practically stuck to hers, his hips bucking wildly to keep his strokes going.

“Three. Don’t you cum yet. You are so close now.”

“Two.”

Big boss won the big boss fight, the last level. He exploded in the strongest, most intense, most Earth-shattering and identity-challenging orgasm he had ever experienced. He flooded her with his cum while his own ass clenched the dildo. He moaned so loud he screamed. It was over. She had made him her bitch.

She remained still, her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him in place while he recovered on top of her. He averted her gaze, unable to deal with the consequences, or maybe just unable to focus.

“Have you ever tasted your own cum?”

“Probably when I was young, why?”

“Because you never counted down to one and now you have to lick me clean.”

The inconsiderate millennial left her slut man to his own devices. He would experience sub drop and the waves of shame all on his own, with no nurturing figure to remind him of his worth. He was a big boy, though, and he would probably be fine. She went straight to sleep when she got to her own room that night, but she played with herself after the second round of negotiations the day after.

It was not the image of him cumming with a dildo in his ass that pushed her over the edge. It was the recent memory of him finally calling her Doctor in front of his employees.

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BDSM Manor Ch. 02: Owned

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Tess-O’Meter – Amber!

Background if required in BDSM Manor – The new slave.

Rules of BDSM Manor – safety, respect, and consent.

We celebrated Alex joining our family with a dinner of omelet and fresh bread, salad, and fruit. Plus, champagne.

Casey and Keira would not be playing again tonight, and I didn’t want Alex wandering the estate without my guidance.

We dined on the food and on each other. Alex and I indulging in the girls post orgasmic blissful state.

They were already primed and beautifully fluid when we slipped into them for some long slow strokes. Or sipped from them, enjoying their gasps and giggles.

Both girls were fascinated by Alex and couldn’t stop touching him. Stroking his hair and skin. Kissing him. Licking at his cock, making him groan with almost unbearable sensitivity.

At one point I entertained them by pulling Alex to his hands and knees and impaling him slowly. He moaned, winced, and laughed as I filled him and started to slowly pump.

Then the girls both demanded, faster, harder, like Roman generals. Alex started to grunt as I punishment fucked him until we both came.

Casey and Keira kissed me in delight, before turning to Alex and indulging in some post orgasm torture which had him practically screaming while he writhed on the bed.

He took everything they so sweetly gave him and thanked them even though he was sobbing at the end.

Finally, sated, we lounged on the largest bed.

Casey curled up in my lap, like a cat, and Keira being spooned by Alex. All of us sleepy.

“How long will it take for Alex to get his tail?” Casey asked me.

“About four weeks, but we will unveil him in eight weeks.”

Both girls looked disappointed, but it was Alex who didn’t know better than to ask, “Why the delay?”

I just looked at him.

“Fuck,” he realized his mistake. “Sorry Master, I wasn’t questioning the decision, I was just curious.”

Keira rubbed his arm in comfort, but I wasn’t angry with him.

Becoming an owned submissive was a situation that took some adjusting to.

“For a start,” I said firmly, “you will need time to adapt and practice with the tail. You are well over 6ft tall, the tail will be nearly 6ft itself.”

Keira smiled and whispered, “So beautiful,” under her breath.

“Plus, it’s Long John’s 50th birthday celebrations in eight weeks. I think the auction will be a good place for revealing my newest slave.”

I noticed Alex’s eyes shut when I referred to him as my slave.

It wasn’t fear or regret.

It was arousal.

“That’s a great idea,” Casey agreed, sitting up to stretch, “I bet he will make loads of money.”

“What’s this auction?” Alex asked, watching me carefully.

“The Masters are having a competition to see who can raise the most money for charity,” Casey explained, “Slaves will be put on display in some way, based on the theme, and then auctioned for the evening.”

“The theme is Pirates and Wenches,” I grinned.

“Cool,” he laughed, “I would image two beautiful Mermaids and a dashingly handsome Merman will go down well at a Pirates and Wenches party.”

“Yes, but in the absence of a dashingly handsome Merman, I will have to make do with you,” I joked, blowing him a kiss.

“Keira’s charity is one of the main benefactors,” Casey advised Alex.

He stopped laughing at me, looking confused, “Wait, what?”

Keira reached up and pushed his hair back, where it was falling over his forehead, smiling sleepily at him, “I’m the CEO of T&Y.”

Alex gaped, “T&Y? The charity, that’s like worldwide?”

Keira nodded.

“But how?” Alex asked, confused.

“Alex,” I said, pulling Keira into my lap, “You seem to be laboring under the impression that now that you are owned. Now you are a slave. You no longer function in the real world?”

Keira giggled and I smiled at Alex.

“You don’t have to walk away from your work and worldly possessions,” I assured him, “you simply have to learn to function and balance in two worlds.”

“We will help you,” Keira said kindly, looking at me before continuing, “we will all help you to adjust. You can ask any questions, as long as they are not disrespectful.”

Alex took a breath, “First, Master. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”

“It’s okay,” I said, “I’m aware that you will need some time to adjust, and right now we are in our downtime and no one but family here, so we can chat normally.”

I grinned at him, “My conversations with Keira and Casey would be incredibly boring if they were too scared to have a discussion with me.”

Of course,” I continued, “I’ll still punish you for questioning me over your tail.”

Alex nodded his acceptance of this, smiling slightly. He was clearly excited at the idea of punishment.

“So,” he frowned, unsure, “is this a part time slave / owner thing?”

“Oh No,” I corrected, “Oh No, don’t make that mistake. You belong to me now.”

Alex let out a relieved breath, but still seemed confused.

Casey sat up straighter.

“Master, anamur escort would you allow me to take this?” she asked me.

I chuckled, “The floor is yours.”

Alex looked at Casey attentively, as she began.

“As you have just learned, Keira is the CEO of a major global charity. She’s not hanging in the basement of the Manor during the working week, waiting for Master to come back from the city at weekends.”

Alex snorted, “Okay, point taken.”

“What do you think I do?” Casey asked him.

“I have no idea Casey, and I love you already, but you are a little scary,” he admitted.

Casey laughed in delight.

“I’m a barrister.”

“What you make coffee?”

“No, you dork,” she slapped his head lightly, “BARRISTER, not barista!”

He fended her off, laughing, “that actually makes a lot of sense.”

Casey became more serious.

“I have a need to submit. I’m a strong independent woman, part of my strength and my success it is recognizing my need to submit.”

“I also need pain,” she continued, “you understand, you and I are the same. The sexual high we can get by adding pain into the mix are beyond anything, and it’s not a kick. It’s a need.”

“Yes,” Alex breathed, taking her hand.

“Plus, the lack of control. It’s not just the fact we don’t need to make the decisions. It’s the fact that we cannot make the decisions. It’s necessary to us.”

Alex was gazing at her intently now, grasping her hand and nodding.

Casey motioned towards me.

“Master Aquarius owns me. Despite the fact I work hard, earn my money, have friends, a life outside of the Manor. I belong body and soul to my Master.”

She leaned forwards, as if to underline how important her words were.

“If I arrived here one weekend, and Master told me I was no longer his slave. He had sold me to some brothel overseas. I was going to shipped out and used until I died. I couldn’t run away. I couldn’t kill myself to escape such a fate.”

Casey’s voice shook slightly, and she cleared her throat before continuing. I ran a hand quickly down her hair, she so rarely showed weakness.

“Master has every right to sell me if he wants. I would be devastated. I would be betrayed. I would probably die of a broken heart long before I reached my destination, but I would go. If that was what my Master desired.”

Alex had both her hands now, as Casey was clearly becoming emotional.

“The reason I can live that way. The reason I can accept that Master has complete power over my life and death, is because I trust that he would never, never, sell me to that brothel.”

“But if he did,” she finished quietly, “I would accept it. Do you understand, Alex?”

He nodded, his eyes dark, “I think that’s one of the most erotic things I have ever heard.”

I passed Keira back to Alex and pulled Casey into me.

“Hush, Casey, you’re safe,” I told her.

She nodded and snuggled in.

Deciding that Alex had enough information for now, we all settled down, rather like a heap of puppies and were soon asleep.

The following morning found us in the pool, bright and early.

We bound Alex at hips, knees, and ankles, and allowed him to experience the bondage and start to practice the swimming movement that he would use with his tail.

Alex was more than capable of keeping himself afloat with just his arms but getting used to the restricted leg movements took time, and Alex was frustrated.

“I keep trying to kick my legs,” he complained, “it’s really distracting.”

“It’s easier with the tail,” Keira confirmed.

Casey agreed, “Yea, the fin makes a massive difference, the movement feels more natural, and you’ll be used to the bondage by then.”

Alex nodded, still frowning in concentration, and tried again to mimic the up and down movements of a dolphin.

Even now he remained naturally confident and graceful in the water. Once strapped into his tail, he was going to be remarkable.

I turned at the sound of footsteps and smiled when I saw who was approaching.

“Master John, welcome back.”

“Good morning Master Aquarius, I heard you wanted to see me?”

“Indeed,” I paused as the girls spotted him and came rushing to the side of the pool.

They were patting the water softly with flirty little flicks of their tails, code for – please kiss me and anything else you want to do.

John smiled and thoroughly kissed both girls, half pulling them out of the water, before dropping them back.

They giggled and smiled at him.

“Hello, Master John.”

“Are you well Master John?”

He grinned at them, “I’m very well thank you ladies.”

He came over to me and Alex, “Who might this be?”

“This is Alex. I hope I can count on you to be discreet. I’m planning on unveiling him at your party.”

“I will be the soul of discretion,” John agreed.

“Alex, this is Master John,” I advised.

“When you are with him you consider yourself as much his property as you are mine. You will bahçelievler escort show him the same respect and obey in everything without question.”

“Yes Master,” he looked at John, his eyes huge in his face, “I am pleased to meet you Master John.”

“Oh, he’s very polite,” John grinned at me, and then turned back to Alex, “don’t look so worried. I’m one of only two people your Master would trust to care for you in his absence. As long as you behave yourself, we will get along just fine.”

Alex nodded, still looking a little shaken.

“What can I do for you?” John asked me.

“Alex would like to learn how to deep throat,” I said, “would you be willing to teach him?”

“I would be delighted,” John moved closer to Alex and motioned for him.

Alex pulled himself from the water and sat on the edge of the pool. Dripping water and gripping for balance.

He pulled back slightly as John reached for him, “Master John, your shoes, I’ll drip on them.”

“No matter, no matter,” John advised before taking Alex’s face in his hands.

Tipping his head slightly back and running his thumb over Alex’s lips, encouraging him to open his mouth slightly.

Alex accepted, and I felt myself go hard, as his face flushed slightly, and his breathing sped up.

“Look at these lips,” John was saying, “this beautiful face.”

John glanced at me briefly, then continued studying Alex.

“These cheekbones and full lips, he’s made for cock. Plus, he’s a big lad,” he continued, “he’ll be able to take me, don’t you worry. Both ends, we have plenty of time to train him up.”

Distractedly caressing Alex’s chest and abs, John asked, “Would you like me to start now?”

“If you’ve no more pressing engagements that would be wonderful, thank you Master John.”

“Come along then young Alex, once you’ve taken Long John Silver, you will never look back.”

We quickly removed the leg bondage and Alex pulled on some cotton pants and a mask to go upstairs.

I held Alex back briefly.

“Please don’t take Master John’s casual attitude the wrong way. He is a friendly guy but demands complete respect and immediate obedience.”

Alex nodded, “Yes Master.”

I kissed him, “You can trust him.”

He nodded again.

John gave me a thoughtful look, and then they left.

It was over three hours before we returned to the rooms.

I had no plans for Keira and Casey today.

Saturday had been awfully hard on them and they were due, and super excited about returning to the Bear Pit for a breast flogging on Monday, which was a public holiday.

Something may come up. We always had fun.

Some tail bondage and water play had been enough for this morning, but now we were all keen to see how Alex had been getting on.

We walked into the room to find the initial training still in progress.

Alex was tied to the bed, spread-eagled. Bound at wrists and ankles to the corner posts, he was blindfolded, his head tipped back over the end of the bed.

His cock was throbbing, standing proud, and as well as the sweat running from his body, his hips, groin, and stomach were dripping with his mess.

Clearly, he had cum on more than one occasion in the past few hours.

John was currently supporting his head, gagging Alex with about a third of his large cock.

Alex was moaning and his hips were thrusting.

“Look at that mess,” I demanded, “Girls, clean your brother up. It’s disgraceful.”

Keira and Casey immediately climbed up next to Alex and began lapping at his juices, causing his moans to increase in volume and his hips to thrust faster.

“How’s he doing?” I asked John.

“He’s a good boy,” John said, smoothing back Alex’s sweat soaked hair before running a hand over his chest.

“He’s done really well. There’s a natural talent and an eagerness to please. I assume you knew he’s a complete pain slut?”

“Oh, yes,” I grinned.

John grinned back and then pointed at Alex’s neck.

“Hold him there, carefully.”

I placed my hand gently around Alex’s neck, feeling the heat and the vibrations from his muffled groans.

“See how well he’s done. Here we go Alex, just relax,” John instructed, before pushing deep into his throat.

I smiled as I felt John’s cock under my hand.

Alex struggled a bit and there were a couple of jerks, as his gag instinct tried to kick in, but then John pulled out and he relaxed.

Two shaky breaths and John pushed deep again.

The width of his cock under my hand was astonishing, watching Alex’s throat expand.

This time he didn’t struggle, and John held still for a few moments before pulling out to about a third of his length again.

“Master John, that is amazing on your first session.”

He nodded, “Yes, it won’t be long before he can take me.”

“Would you go all in, just once for me to see?”

“No,” he held up a hand to make his point, “it’s too soon.”

“Just quickly?” I insisted.

“Master Aquarius, do ankara escort I tell your Mermaids how to swim?”

I ignored the faint snort from Casey behind me.

“I’m so sorry Master John,” I agreed, chastised, “you are quite right.”

John nodded.

“We have nearly eliminated his gag reflex, but that’s enough for today.”

He pulled out and stroked Alex’s face and hair, pulling the tear-soaked blindfold free.

“There you go, all done for today. You did well.”

“Thank you,” Alex coughed and started again, “Thank you Master John, that was ama- Ahhh!”

He broke off as he started to cum again. Keira was now sucking hard at his cock, while Casey licked and nipped at his balls.

Master John laughed and kissed Alex, swallowing his cries.

I ran my blunt nails up and down his torso and nipples, watching him struggle with the overwhelming sensations.

Finally, he went limp and we released him.

Alex lay, dragging air in and groaning it out.

“Fuck, Oh Christ.”

I waited until he had calmed slightly and then asked him, “Do you like your body and orgasms being under our control Alex?”

“Yes, please yes I do.”

“Your naughty ladies seem to be treating him like their newest toy,” John observed.

“As it should be,” I said, glancing at the girls, who were staring at Alex with satisfied smiles.

“You like being your sisters toy, don’t you?” I asked him.

“Yes, Master,” he nodded, still breathless.

“Well, they can take you and get you cleaned up then.”

We untied him, and the girls led him into the bathroom.

John pulled his pants on and sat as I fetched us some iced water.

“Did your trip go well?”

“Yes, but don’t try and distract me,” John lent forward, “do you know what you’re doing?”

“Yes, I’ve been looking for a male slave for some time.”

“I know, but he has bonded deeply to you, that’s clear. It’s also clear you want him for more than a slave.”

I nodded, “I’m not sure what going to happen but yes, I’m very drawn to him. Alex is an intelligent, interesting man, and he is funny and kind. The girls fell for him instantly.”

“He clearly has complicated needs and perversions. How was he coping before you offered him this? Did he dabble before?”

“No, just some role-play and spanking with an ex. He was mostly channeling his needs through dangerous sports.”

John looked impressed, “That’s much more positive and pro-active than most of them do. You’ll be putting a stop to that I assume?”

“No,” I said, “I think perhaps a compromise.”

John looked concerned, “Compromise, bad idea.”

I shook my head, “John, I don’t want to lose the man he is.”

We both glanced towards the bathroom as agonized male cries rang out over the sound of the shower.

“Relentless little minx’s,” I laughed.

“You will come to me if you need advice?”

“Always John, you know that.”

We sat resting in companionable silence for a while.

There was a knock at the door just as my slaves came back in.

I motioned Alex back, “Just stay back out of sight for a moment.”

He nodded and stepped behind the door, as I opened it and greeted my visitors.

I smiled at two of my fellow Dominants and invited them in.

“Thank you, Master Aquarius, Oh, hello Master John.”

John raised his glass lazily.

“What can we do for you?” I asked.

“Well, we are putting together an afternoon hunt, and we wondered whether your girls would like to be prey for us, and of course whether you would like to join us?”

I turned and looked at Casey and Keira, who were already bouncing eagerly.

“Do you fancy being hunted down in the woods today? It’s been a while.”

“Oh yes please,” Casey replied.

“Yes, please Master, that would be fun,” Keira agreed.

I looked at the minder who was standing discreetly just inside the door.

“Will you escort them down?”

“Yes Sir.”

I turned back to the girls, “Okay, put your collars and your sneakers on and off you go.”

“I have a guest this weekend,” I said, turning back, “do you mind if he joins us?”

“The more the merrier. Mistress Sadie is going to oversee, she asked that the hunters stick with jeans only,” he turned to John.

“Sorry Master John, it seems she wants to ogle some chests and abs today!”

John laughed as the girls slipped by us, naked apart from sneakers and their collars.

“I’m aware my lady likes to ogle abs,” he said, “I had better go change so she can ogle mine as well.”

We all agreed to meet downstairs and Alex came back out as I shut the door.

“Um, Master? Sadie whispered to me to remind you to take your phone?”

I nodded, slipping quickly into jeans, and making sure my phone was in my pocket.

“Their collars have trackers in them, I can track them on my phone.”

“Isn’t that cheating?” he asked cheekily, reaching for his own jeans.

He paused and grinned as I walked over, wincing as I grabbed his cock and tugged hard.

“Ow, Shit!”

“I swear you just ask to be punished.”

Then giving in, my grip changed to a caress, my other hand slipped into Alex’s still damp, thick hair and I kissed him deeply.

I could feel his lips trembling against mine and taking pity on his abused and overly sensitive cock, I let him go and just held him against me.

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Arianna’s Tale Pt. 03

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The next few days passed without much of anything happening in Arianna’s life. She limped about her house, popped a few Diazepam to knock her out in the evening, and spent most of her days as she had for the last little while. Laying about in a drug-induced slouch. She knew she’d become an addict. She knew she should stop, yet she didn’t. Nor would she at the rate she was going. The problem with being so involved in a world of crime is that most people’s moral compass pointed downwards, so having a friend to pick you up was, unfortunately, a rarity.

Plus, the drugs at least helped with her knee. She’d landed hard. It was swollen, bruised, and made a rather concerning ‘crunch’ whenever she crouched down. A hospital visit would have been the smart idea, but in this country who could afford to go to the hospital without health insurance? In a country where a broken finger could cost you as much as five thousand dollars and in her case, a broken or messed up knee could cost anywhere from ten thousand to thirty-five thousand. When you worked on the wrong side of the law, paid your bills purely in cash, and had no claimable income. Going to the hospital became an emergency-only situation.

Maybe it was an emergency. But Arianna didn’t care. She sat in her armchair in the living room. Her TV echoed with static in the background as she sat there, eyelids fluttering and her brain slipping in-and-out of consciousness. Snips and Ajax hadn’t come back since their evening out and she’d received a single call from Ezio which she hadn’t bothered to pick up. His voice mail insisted it was important and based on his tone, he was upset.

“Whatever…” She’d mumbled, clicking off her cell phone and tossing it in the pile of overdue bills laying on her counter before returning to her chair, settling deeply into the dusty cushions of her chair. What was she even doing with her life anymore? Would she ever get over this hump, find a bit of that old self of hers again? Her friend’s words had stung when they’d accused her of not being the same. They were right of course. Previous to the loss of her girlfriend, she’d never touched drugs in her life, she had the motivation to do things, she’d always been smiling even though her job was to shake businesses down for money.

But all that had changed when she lost her. She still remembered the day it happened. It was supposed to be a simple business shakedown when a rival gang had rolled up and started shooting. It was chaos. She’d watched her girlfriend of ten years, Taylor. Fall to the ground in front of her. She’d barely got out herself. But she’d stayed there with Taylor until the end. Until she watched the life leave the woman’s eyes. Sure, Styx had hit back after that. Had graciously tracked down those who’d committed the act and put them down, but Arianna was still left with a hole she couldn’t fill and a life that wouldn’t support her through it.

The beep of her cell phone roused her slightly from her half-conscious state. She leaned over and pulled her phone from the counter and looked at the slightly cracked screen.

`Hey Ari! Do you want to go out with the gang tonight?`

Arianna stared at the text for a long moment. It was from Snips. One of the few people who still kept up with her, who invited her to things. It was the reason she’d been willing akhisar escort to go knock over the facility on the edge of the town in an unsanctioned action. She rolled her finger over the reply button for a long moment and then sent a quick response.

`I’m good. The knee is still hurting from our little outing the other day.`

The response came back quickly.

‘Oh. Have you gotten it looked at? I’m sure Ezio could find you an under-the-table clinic or something.`

‘I’m fine. It’ll be better in a day or two I’m sure. Have fun tonight.’

‘Alright. Feel better Ari. Talk soon.’

Arianna sighed and tossed her phone onto the side table and looked at her small kit on the table. The needle. The spoon. The bottle of pills and furrowed her brows slightly. Maybe one more hit before she went to bed? That sounded nice.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

She looked up quickly as the knocks resounded on her door. She knew for certain it wasn’t Snips and since Ajax was almost always with him it wasn’t either of them. She climbed to her feet, stumbling slightly from a wave of nausea that rolled over her. She grumbled slightly and walked to the door and pressed her face to the peephole to see who it was before she considered opening the door.

She didn’t even get a peek.

Just as her eye got level with the peephole, all hell broke loose.

Something heavy connected with her door and knocked it right in. The door slammed her in the face hard enough to knock her off her feet. She felt the crunch of her nose, she felt herself hit the floor and in her semi-conscious state she was dropped into a world of blackness for a moment.

Now, Arianna was a fighter. She could throw a punch. She could wrestle with the best of them and above all, she wasn’t weak. But despite gaining consciousness and seeing the two burly people dressed in what looked like medical scrubs descending on her through her slightly blurred vision, she didn’t have a chance. She swung once and a heavy slug from one of them knocked her right back into that dazed state as they grabbed her roughly, forcing her onto her stomach and slamming her head into the floor, she felt thick fingers lacing into her hair and holding her head there.

From behind the two, the sound of heels clicking on the floor could be heard. Arianna barely saw the black heels in front of her before the person wearing them settled into her armchair and crossed her legs. By now Arianna’s vision was clearing slightly and she let out a slight groan as hands kept her pressed down.

“Now now you two. We don’t want her busted up too much.” The voice tutted at the pair, but despite this their tight hold on her didn’t loosen in the slightest.

Arianna’s blue-eyed gaze looked up at the woman slowly as she struggled against the two holding her down. A brown-haired woman in a no-nonsense business suit, with her hair, pulled back into a tight bun was looking down at her through a pair of frameless glasses, “Mm…Are you still conscious down there Arianna? That nose looks a bit painful.”

“Nn…Who the fuck are you? And what the hell is all this about? Get off me!” She said angrily, struggling against the two holding her, their grip like iron.

“I’d suggest not struggling. They’ve been instructed not to damage aksaray escort you too much, but I won’t hesitate to have them slam you around a bit to make you comply.” The woman crossed her legs the other way as she looked around the room slowly, “You know, when I looked you up. I knew you were in deep but I never anticipated you were in THIS deep…” For accent, she flicked one of Arianna’s used needles off of the table.

“The hell are you talking about you psycho bit–” The hand gripping her hair slammed her into the ground again, cutting off her words.

“They can slam you as many times as needed my dear so get it out while you still can.”

Arianna winced and narrowed her eyes, but she said nothing.

“Much better. Now. You asked what this is about? Well…This is about the…” She tugged a piece of paper out of her jacket and looked it over, “…One hundred and twelve thousand dollars you owe me.”

Arianna blinked in confusion, “The hell are you talking about? I don’t owe you shit.”

The woman leaned down and smiled, “Oh my dear. That is where you’re wrong. You and your two buddies knocked over a facility the other day. Do you remember or have the drugs addled your brain to the point that your long-term memory is non-existent?”

“Yeah we did, what’s your point? You can either pay up or Styx will come back.”

The woman’s laughter caught her completely off guard, “Oh my dear. I can assure you I won’t be paying Ezio a dime. We’ve already agreed that I can sort this out with you personally. Do you think I just plucked your address of the internet?” She paused for a moment, “Well, maybe I shouldn’t say that because getting information on you was like following a breadcrumb made with meatballs the size of Texas. How exactly have you not been caught by the law yet?” She mocked the woman.

The mention of Ezio by name bubbled up genuine worry in her stomach and the reality of the situation. She ignored the blatant mocking of her cyber-security and stared at the woman, “You don’t scare me. Now what do you want?” She demanded bravely.

“Oh my. You do have some balls on you huh? I already told you. I’m here to collect the one hundred and twelve thousand dollars you owe me. I’ll have you know, that’s on the low end. I’m not including the hospitalization of twelve different people you put in intensive care, nor the replacement of a statue that has been on the property since before you were born. Based on what I’ve learned of you. That kind of money is likely well beyond your means. So I’m going to give you two choices. You can either call in every favor you have and try to get me my money in the next, Let’s say, Fifteen minutes. Or, you can talk the little green pill my orderly is going to give you and submit yourself to my facility until such a time I have deemed your debt paid.” Elanor left the words to hang in the air for a long moment as she stared at Arianna, pinned to the ground by her two orderlies.

“What makes you think I want either of those options? What if I struggle free and drop-kick your pretty ass out of my house?”

Elanor responded with an intense stare and a smirk. “By all means. But something tells me you’re going to have a hard time with it, what with all those hard drugs coursing through your veins and a knee that will akyazı escort barely support your weight.”

“How do you know about my knee?”

Elanor laughed blatantly again, “My dear, did you think such a well-groomed facility didn’t have cameras? Sure, they’re well hidden. But they’re there. My medical expert on hand tells me you’ve probably messed up your knee pretty good from that landing. That jump, however, was beautiful. I wish all my…subjects, had grace like that. Tell you what. I’ll sweeten the offer a bit. Choose to submit to my facility, and we’ll take care of both your knee and your drug habit as well. Something I’m sure you can’t get taken care of on your own when you operate on the wrong side of the law.”

One of the orderlies held up a bright green pill in front of her face, the woman holding it grinned a little bit. Arianna wrinkled her nose and squirmed slightly.

“Not a good enough offer? Jeeze. You drive a hard bargain, Arianna. Tell you what. You’ve got thirty seconds to make your choice before I make it for you.” She held up her wrist and looked at her watch.

~Not that you have a choice.~

Elanor grinned as she began counting down from thirty, “Thirty…Twenty-nine…Twenty-eight…”

Arianna knew she was being backed into a corner and the panic was obvious in her face. Elanor looked up at her and smirked several times as she counted.

~I don’t think I can get that sort of money together. I can barely pay my rent. Would Ezio bail me out? Not if she knows him. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! What do I do? I don’t want to be stuck inside a facility full of crazy people! But what choice do I have?~

Arianna yelled suddenly, “ok ok! Stop!”

Elanor stopped counting, “Made your choice, have you?”

Arianna stared intensely and Elanor just smirked down at her, “Look. I don’t want to be locked up with a bunch of crazy people! But…I can’t get that sot of money together…”

“My facility is not housing for crazy people. Not, in the normal sense of the word. It’s something more unique than that. Perhaps, you’ll even find some enjoyment while you’re there, you never know. Now, do you have money for me? Or am I shoving that pill down your throat? Because if you don’t have the money, you’re swallowing it whether you like it or not. This can be done nicely, or not-so-nicely.”

Arianna was for once, at a loss for words. She went cross-eyed looking at the pill for a long moment and then reluctantly eased her mouth open. The orderly was extremely quick, shoving the pill past her lips and going so far as to push it part-way down her throat with her fingers before pulling back her hand and pushing up on her jaw to keep her mouth shut until she swallowed.

“There’s a good girl Arianna. See, was that so hard?”

The pill’s effects were fast. Only minutes after it had slid down her throat she could feel an inky numbness spreading over her body and was having a hard time holding her eyes open. She watched as the dazed state washed over her aggressively as Elanor dug around in her pocket, flipped open a Zippo lighter, and tossed it into Arianna’s bedroom, her bed went up in flames quickly. She then leaned down and patted Arianna’s cheek, “Rest well dear. I’ll see you on the other side…”

“Package her up and let’s get out of here before this whole place goes up…” Elanor’s words were distant and faded quickly as a world of darkness clawed its way into her head. The last thing she remembered was her head thudding down onto the hard floor before she was gone into a world of unconsciousness, resigned now to whatever fate she’d just accepted.

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An Early Birthday Present

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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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Brunette

AN EARLY BIRTHDAY PRESENT

I met her at a local pub. She was average looking, but she was a mistress! A coupon for her services was left on my car’s windshield the day before. It was for a free introductory session. Giving it to her, I thought: “Unbelievable deal! I just want a bucket-list one-time session.” I told her my birthday was tomorrow and the session was a birthday present that I was giving myself. She said “Call me Mistress X; I’ll call you Servus. The only requirement was for you to rent a room in the back of the motel that’s next to this pub. Show me the receipt.”

I gave her the receipt to look over while I got up to pay the tab. I returned and finished the last of the pitcher of beer. X said: “Let the party begin!” I staggered when I got up. Earlier I did have quite a few as I was nervous. But it had never hit me so hard before. She got me to her car before I passed out.

I awoke with Mistress X sticking a ball gag in my mouth. She had brown hair rather than jet black; she must have been wearing a wig at the pub.

I was handcuffed to the bed and my feet were tied down. I was naked except for a leather halter that was secured by buckle locks. The halter tightly pressed on a butt plug.

She said: “You’re in my dungeon. No one is going to disturb our ‘fun’!” She smiled as if she just told a joke.

She said: “Did you know dope use the same brain circuitry as sex? Why someone akbatı escort didn’t come up with dope that more thoroughly targeted the different sex circuitries before now is beyond me. See that small bag filled with a red liquid on a stand. Its hose is attached to your enema butt plug. The drug will directly enter your blood stream. I could just give you an injection, but this is more fun. Besides needles leave nasty marks. Your ass is mine and soon your brain will be too!”

A butt plug was something I never thought I would try, but I got to admit it felt good in an odd way. Although I didn’t understand how an enema could be erotic, I thought: “She must know what she’s doing. Her kidnapping me adds to the fear factor. Pretty awesome! If I didn’t know any better, I’d be terrified; even so I’m kind of scared. But being helpless is part of the fun.”

She released the clamp. The liquid poured into me. My balls, cock, and prostate became nice and toasty. When the bag was almost empty, flames were burning them up. Blood surged into them: My balls swelled; my cock blasted upward; and it felt like my prostate was vibrating. Forgetting about the halter I tried expelling the plug. My scream was muffled by the gag. I flexed my body against my restraints.

X laughed and started sucking my cock. I experienced earth-shattering pleasure. I couldn’t tell how much akçaabat escort time passed. While the pleasure was fading, I heard a far-away voice say: “Do you like the way you feel, Servus?” I said “OH YES!” and started crying in gratitude. I found that I was no longer bound to the bed and the plug was connected to a small bag that was filled with an orange liquid.

She asked “Do you want more pleasure? This drug will shut-off your brain’s higher-level functioning, so you won’t be human.” I said “YES! Yes. Wait a minute. No. I mean no. NO!” She said “You don’t sound very convincing.” and released the clamp on the bag. While the bag was emptying, she sucked my cock. Pleasure radiated throughout my body. When the bag was empty, she unplugged the hose from the plug and I felt the plug’s valve snap shut.

I became disoriented. She got me up and pushed me through a nearby glass door. In the middle of the room was a naked woman in a sex swing. She was the same size as Mistress X and had jet black hair. Still at the door X said: “This is Jane, my customer; you’re the product. She wants to have a baby. And of course, she wants to blackmail you.” She yelled: “Jane, remember you’ll get his and his fiancée’s contact information once you give me the rest of the cash.” I heard X say “I’ll just watch from out here.” as the door closed and locked.

My sense of self was melting akçakoca escort away. What emerged and became crystal clear were my senses. My sense of smell increased several orders of magnitude. I lost interest in masturbating because I became fascinated by Jane’s smell. When I sniffed at her pussy, the scent drove me mad.

While fucking her, I grunted, growled, and drooled. I had no thoughts. The sexual pleasure was far better than cocaine. When I came, I smelt roses, saw lightning, heard loud crashes, and felt an orgasm in every cell of my body. I blacked out. I think I had a seizure.

I awoke confused with a sharp cutting pain from my cock. I was back in the other room. I was handcuffed again and my feet were bound to the corners of the bed. With a small switch X whipped my erection until it was red with welts. When the whipping stopped, she got up on the bed and started fucking me! I experienced hornet-stinging pain! Again, my scream was muffled by the gag. When she came and drenched my cock with her juices, my cock felt like it was being boiled in acid.

I was still gnashing my teeth when X shoved a catheter in me. Then I felt fluid rushing into my colon. I was fully aroused by a cramp in my colon. The cramping was becoming worse as a nearly full wine bottle drained into me via my enema apparatus. Standing next to the stand that was holding the bottle was Mistress X with an empty bottle. She said: “The catheter will take care of your cramp…eventually.” I wondered how many empty and full bottles were at the foot of my bed.

X said “Soon you’ll be taking a nap. You’ll be incoherent when the cops awaken you in your motel room. Party’s over! Happy birthday! I know I enjoyed your birthday present.”

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