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It would be the first time Sir would come to her house. Up till now it had been a little foreplay in the car and a few wonderful, memorable sessions in the dungeon. This would be different, meeting in her space, her home, her bedroom. His presence would fill her little home, and she was nervously ecstatic about the idea.

As they say ‘when it rains, it pours.’ Life had brought them together only a month before just as she was moving into her new home. Her first house. She started this huge adult journey of home ownership at the same time embarking on being “owned.” Owned by Him. He was everything she has ever hoped for in a dominant. Older, wiser with decades of experience on her few; Tall, dark with just a little salt and pepper to make him rugged; Handsome and strong, with a broad chest and big hands.

She loved his hands.

She smiled to herself as she remembered their first meeting. She was shaking, her palms sweaty as she waited. Palms down on the table, eyes cast down, desperate to win approval to see if this could go farther. She felt him before she saw him. His presence filing her senses as he stood just out of sight, he watched her. Watched to see if she would crack and look up.

She didn’t.

His hand extended, she reached, trembling, and pressed her lips to his knuckles. Inhaling the scent of his warm skin, smiling to herself before she lifted her head to meet him eye to eye.

She almost laughed remembering it now. How she had such little idea at the time how her life would change. How he would creep into everything. How deep in her heart she was always kneeling in front of him. He had showed her so much in that dungeon. Showed her pleasure she had only dreamt of. Fucking her to the brink of passing out, reviving her and repeating. He was a god. He was her God. She worshiped him already, and knew that would only deepen with time.

She had woken early that morning to prepare herself and her house as best she could. She followed all the instructions he had given her to the letter, and had added a few touches herself. She wanted it to be memorable for him. She wanted him to want her.

She was shaved from top to bottom. Her soft skin moisturized, clean and fresh with just a hint of her French perfume. She had a warm glow of the early morning sunlight flickering through the window as she tried to calm her breathing. Counting the minutes, the seconds till He arrived.

“Da-ding”

He smiled as he walked through her front door hearing the chime. Knowing she would be upstairs waiting for him, and now she knew he was here. He took his time, enjoying the anticipation and making her wait. Removing his shoes he looked into her kitchen and living room before heading upstairs. Soft music played throughout the house and helped to mask his footfalls on the carpeted stairs.

He paused in her bedroom door. A dark flicker passing through his expression as he saw her. Pale, blonde hair brushed soft and falling in front of her face. Her cheeks blushing softly as she felt his eyes on her, assessing every detail. He never missed anything.

She knelt with her palms on her thighs, eyes cast down at the foot of her bed. In front of her on a soft blue towel she had laid toys. In order of size from crop, to flogger, to various sizes kurtköy escort bayan of dildos and vibrators, all the way down to nipple clamps, and of course her bell. This was not part of the preparation instructions he had given her. He didn’t mind the addition however, as he was struck with a desire to hear the sound the crop would make swishing through the air to meet her ass. Turning it his favourite shade of pink. The bruises left by his belt from their last encounter had almost completely faded away. Time for more he thought.

She could just see his legs through the tops of her eyelashes. She focused on her breathing, trying to keep it slow and steady so as to appear calm. It was pretense certainly, but it helped to keep her racing heartbeat in check. The soft satin of her little nightgown was cool under her fingertips as she tried not to squirm. Her cunt clenching uncontrollably with his appearance. She was wet before he arrived, but even the sight of his feet caused her to gush a little more.

He walked over and put his hand on the top of her head. Gently stroking her hair as she leaned into his touch. Slowly, savouring him, she looked up at him. Her wide green eyes meeting his dark assessing ones. He smiled at her, and her insides melted. He was pleased. Without a word she reached to unbutton his pants. Her slight pause causing the subtlest of nods before she continued. Her hands always shook at the beginning. She wondered internally if that would ever stop, “probably not” she mused. Removing his pants she folded them and placed them behind her. His briefs followed, allowing his beautiful perfect thick cock to spring forward. Opening her mouth she engulfed him. Tasting the delicious salty precum that he was leaking. Her eyes closed and she moaned aloud.

He needed more. Instantly. He needed to be fully inside her. Grabbing a fistful of hair he thrust his hips forward pressing his cock into her. He met resistance from her throat only briefly before he was completely buried in her hot mouth. She didn’t struggle. Her dreamy expression told him everything he needed to know. She was in her place. Worshiping at his feet. She was his to use however he desired, and boy did he plan on using her. All those beautiful holes would be stretched, filled and sore by the end of the day.

She intently tried her best to breathe around his thrusts. The wet sloppy “smack smack smack” filling the room as he fucked her throat. She was in heaven. She needed this. To be his. His. Her eyes watered as she gagged. He slowed briefly to allow her to recover before resuming his relentless assault on her throat. It stopped as suddenly as it had started, leaving her lost and confused. She wanted more, she wanted all of him… She wanted him to love her. The realization came crashing over her.

“Stand.” He said. Sternly, but not unkindly as he took two steps back.

He watched her chest heave twice as she caught her breath before slowly, and a little wobbly, standing up for him.

“Inspection,” he growled quietly.

She wiggled her feet apart, so aware of the rough texture of the carpet under her toes. Standing as straight as she could, she lifted her hands to clasp each other behind her head. Thrusting beykoz escort bayan her beautifully pierced nipples a little forward so they poked through the thin fabric, she could feel herself dripping onto her thighs, warm and sticky.

She willed her body to stay still as he circled behind her. His hand raising the hem of the nightgown to expose her ass. He grasped her neck with his right hand, using he left to deliver a short succession of hard slaps. Her body jumped a little, involuntarily, with each strike.

“Who do you belong to,” he asked.

“You Sir,” she moaned.

Leaning back into him her hands drifted down to grasp him. His thick long shaft so warm and soft in her hands. Standing on her tiptoes she manoeuvred him between her legs so he could feel her arousal. Both hands on her neck now, he gripped tightly as he thrust his hips forward. She felt desperate. Not for air, but to have him inside her. She trusted him to squeeze, but not too tightly. Her vision blurred a little at the edges and he supported her weight by her throat.

Spinning her around he hungrily started to devour her mouth. His tongue tasting her, how she ached for more. Rubbing his head along her hot clit she purred.

“Cum for me.”

She shuddered and quaked in his arms as he held her while the waves of her climax rolled through her body. Becoming limp in his arms he let her catch her breath for only a second. He knew that she knew what to say.

“Thank you Sir,” she whispered.

“Cum again for me.” He needed all of her pleasure, to consume her completely.

In such a short period of time she had come so far. She could now cum on command almost instantly in his presence. He had yet to try to use that power on her in public, oh how he would enjoy the first time. Watching her try to contain her pleasure as she came next to him in a restaurant or bar.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

He pulled the thin nightdress over her head exposing her pale skin. She glowed in front of him; a goddess of submissive glory waiting for his touch.

“I am such a lucky girl,” she said recovering her voice a little.

“Yes you are, girl. You are mine.”

‘Mine.’ She felt her stomach do a flip when she heard that word. Content and at peace in a way that only he could bring her. She lay down on the bed as he instructed her. Her legs together and in the air. She cried out as he entered her, filling and stretching her tight cunt. He pounded her hard and fast, it was all she could do to get enough oxygen to her brain as she moaned and screamed.

“Oh. My. God.”

“Yes girl. Who is your God?”

“You are Sir.”

She lost count of how many orgasms he gave her. He would stop plunging into her to wait for her ‘thank you’. It was part of her protocol. She sometimes took a second or two, but in all fairness in those moments she couldn’t form words of any kind.

He started training her by asking if she could breathe. If she could breathe she could thank him. He deeply enjoyed watching her lips silently form the words before any sounds would come out. Watching her lips form “tha…tha…tha..thank..thank you..sir.” He relished her in those moments. Getting even more üsküdar escort bayan hard watching her struggle. Her struggle to gain enough air to give him what he deserved. He pounded her relentlessly, hard and deep before pulling out and pushing back. He stepped a few feet away and his cock twitched with her cry of loss. Her shaky legs barely holding her in a crawl as she came before him. Soft fingers around his ankle as her lips kissed his feet. Her breath warm as she panted while she kissed first one foot, then the other.

Satisfied with her obvious devotion her ordered her back to the bed, enjoying her ass wiggling as she crawled away from him. Staying on her knees, she placed her head and arms flat to the bed. ‘What a view’ he grinned to himself. Her arousal glistening on her cunt, legs and ass. He roughly pushed her onto her side.

“Look at me.” He ordered.

“Look me in the eyes.”

She struggled to keep her eyes open as she felt the pressure of him against her ass. He had given her three truths the first time he took her ass.

1. I will do very little prep.

2. It will hurt.

3. You will be completely fine.

He was right of course. It did hurt, but only for a moment. She discovered that the pain was easier to bare when she had a mantra or phrase to repeat in her head. Her favourite was ‘I am His.’ Seconded closely by what she suspected was his favourite, ‘I am such a lucky girl.’

As he stretched her, she held her breathe. Watching his eyes glitter almost menacingly as he relished her obvious pain. It hurt, but she was safe. Moments later she was crying out again as she climaxed over and over at his request.

Her screams were music to his ears. Her tight ass gripping his cock so wonderfully, as if her perfect ass was made just for him. If he believed in a god, he may have thought it was devine intervention. He knew he got her because he deserved her. He had spent decades perfecting the art of dominance. It was his right to claim and train this girl more than twenty years his junior. He had dark and beautiful plans for her. As she screamed how she was lucky, he couldn’t help but also be reminded how lucky he was to be plunging into her hot tight ass while her husband was out of town.

So far her marriage had not impeeded their growing relationship. Despite what society may think, she did love her husband but he would never be able to match her darkness. Sir…her Sir could match every dark thought and desire she had ever had. He could make all her kinkiest fantasies come true. With him she hoped, deep inside, she could get it all; Bondage, pain, multiple partners, men and women, kink parties, even fisting although that made her incredibly scared. He had assured her that with time, and training, it would be possible. So far only four fingers had made it into her and she had been utterly convinced she would rip in half. Desperately clawing at him and crying for him to stop.

She knew in her heart of hearts that she would do anything, and everything, to make this man happy. To be able to continue her journey into a side of herself she had always known, but had repressed most of, for fear of judgment. One day she knew, she would love him and her life would suddenly have two men. Two partners. As she cried out “I am such a lucky girl,” she meant it on deeper and deeper levels.

She curled up and waited as he went to clean himself off in the en-suite. Watching him through half lidded eyes she smiled up at him. His girl. He held her shaking frame close. Her leg draping over his as she settled into his shoulder. Her fingers gently stroking his chest and stomach as they paused to rest.

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Jon strode over to where she was tied up, exposed for all to see. He walked like he owned everything and everyone around him, yet when he was just inches from her face his expression was filled with curiosity and what seemed to be awe. The feeling was immediately mutual. What Sammi was feeling was pure electricity, her world was instantly spinning. All the fear and embarrassment slipped away the moment Jon stepped into her orbit.

Sammi liked to play on the dark side, especially when she visited her close friends in Washington, DC. Francis and Rose were a married couple that had completely changed Sammi’s life years back. After being long distance work friends with Rose, Sammi decided to pay a visit to meet Rose and what she got in return was a life altering experience. Rose and her husband Francis gave Sammi a new lease on life and welcomed Sammi into their open relationship. Over the years, they all just grew closer.

Tonight, Francis and Rose had brought Sammi to a club in the heart of DC’s underground nightlife so she could take part in her first public scene. So here she was, naked, bound in numerous ways, and chained spread-eagle between two posts in a corner of the club. Both men and women would come and observe, some would touch, and then there were the few that Francis permitted to go further with her. He was in control and that’s precisely how she liked it. One guy had paddled her so hard she was sure there would be marks on her ass and thighs for at least a week. She felt so much pleasure and was so proud of herself for going through with the scene, but through it all there was still a kadıköy escort bayan great trepidation and slight embarrassment. Her body wasn’t perfect by any means. She was pretty but could definitely stand to lose 20 pounds or so. But overall, the feeling was empowering and with each participant she grew just a slight bit more comfortable.

Then there was Jon. The moment he made his presence known, she wanted him to have her, to do as he pleased, and she was completely unashamed. She wanted to belong to him in a way that she could feel stirring in her soul. For the longest moment, he stood so close that she could nearly touch him despite her bonds and they just regarded each other with the same shock and wonder. It was the next realization that hit her like a tidal wave. She knew him.

Jon had been on a couple of moderately popular TV shows- a brooding, handsome bad-boy that had long ago captured the world’s attention with his wild ways. Now seemingly settled and focused on a less prominent acting career, she wondered what the hell he was doing in DC. Wasn’t he from the UK or somewhere like that? Her mind was racing and it was like he could read her thoughts because, with a sharp and sudden snap of his fingers just a breath away from her face, her focus was immediately back on him entirely. He smiled a little, something more like a knowing smirk. She could tell that he knew exactly what power he already had over her.

Turning to Francis, Jon said, “May I?” It was almost more of a demand than a question. Francis nodded with a curious kartal escort bayan smile and Jon fixed his gaze on Sammi once again. Very slowly he ran his fingers along the ropes that bound her middle. Each time he would touch her skin it was so light and sent a jolt through her like nothing she’d ever felt. She thought he might be feeling it too when she noticed that his breathing had quickly become quite rapid. His gaze never left her eyes. Jon traced what felt like every line on every inch of rope wound around her body. Finally, he turned and eyed the tools and toys laid out neatly next to one of the posts. Before Jon even settled on the riding crop, Sammi was so turned on that her inner thighs were already slick from her arousal. With zero hesitation Jon swatted her right between the legs. Gentle, but enough to make her body jerk. Then, just as she was about to take a breath, he flipped the riding crop in his hand and swiftly slid the handle deep in her cunt. Sammi cried out loudly, more from shock and pleasure than anything else. Jon grasped her chin roughly and their eyes met again. He laughed as she squirmed. He worked the handle in and out slowly for a few moments, teasing her, knowing how desperate she was for more. Even though he knew exactly what he was doing, what happened next caught both Jon and Sammi off-guard. Jon held Sammi’s face firmly so her eyes could only be fixed on him and then, in a single fluid motion, he reached down pressing his thumb painfully hard against her swollen clit and shoved the riding crop forcefully upward maltepe escort bayan once more. With that one stroke, Sammi exploded around the riding crop as he buried it deep inside her. Jon held her in position without ever taking his eyes off her, watching her writhe and scream in ecstasy. This was very possibly the most powerful orgasm he’d ever seen a woman have. His cock throbbed, rock-hard against his pants knowing that he did this to her. He had brought such intense pleasure to this beautiful woman whom he’d never met before.

Sammi couldn’t even recognize her own voice or the sounds escaping her mouth. She was like a wild animal as she came, it was unlike any climax she’d had in her life. As she rode the wave back down to reality, she met Jon’s stare and opened her mouth to speak. She didn’t know what she wanted to say but she did want to say so much, there was so much trying to get out, yet not a sound made it past her lips. Upon seeing this, Jon’s expression became so intense and he whispered, “I know, I know baby,” as he pressed his lips to hers hungrily.

It wasn’t very often that kissing and this kind of interaction between two strangers became part of a scene. But Sammi had to admit to herself how natural it felt. Her mind trailed off to pleasant thoughts but Jon’s voice brought her back to the present, “I need to leave darling, but I will get everything I need from your owner and I MUST see you again. Yes?” He laughed as she nodded and that’s when she realized she had the dumbest grin on her face. She also realized that she hadn’t picked up on the brogue in voice earlier. Of course he had barely spoken. But damn was it sexy. It’s probably a good thing he didn’t speak much until now, otherwise he might have made her cum before he even touched her. Sammi giggled at this private thought. She was vaguely aware of Jon exchanging information and pleasantries with Francis and Rose…her mind was just floating at this point…she was in an ethereal place for now.

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In the end (I discovered later) it was two and a half hours before Ben showed up. By then I was going out of my mind between jumping at every noise thinking it was someone coming into the glade, trying not to move despite the discomfort because of the bells clamped to my aching nipples and a horrible moment when something crawled up my leg, nearly making me scream.

Nobody came into the glade thank god but I could hear plenty of people passing on the path a short distance away and every time one of the bells on my clamped nipples chimed my heart skipped a beat.

The relief I felt when I saw Ben walking into the glade was total. I had never been as humiliated and afraid as I had been over the past day or so, never been so out of control and seeing him, even though I knew he was responsible, made me go weak at the knees.

He was wearing a pair of cut off shorts and a short sleeved, khaki shirt that was open to the waist, showing his toned physique. He had a rucksack over one shoulder and was carrying a water bottle.

Ben barked a laugh as he saw me and I felt another wave of shame wash over me. He came up close and stood there looking at my trussed up form for a moment before taking a long pull of his water.

‘Well then Jayme, look at you. How was your wait?’

‘Long sir, I missed you terribly,’ I said with a tear running down my cheek.

‘How did you like the clamps with bells idea?’ he asked with a grin.

‘It was very clever sir,’ I said wondering why he hadn’t untied me and taken me in his arms yet. ‘It made the wait unbearable sir.’

‘Heh,’ he snorted before reaching out and yanking the pegs off my nipples, making me scream out loud – first from the pull and then from the blood rushing back into them.

‘Thank you sir,’ I gasped when the pain eventually subsided.

‘You’re welcome,’ he replied trailing a hand down my quivering stomach muscles. ‘I can’t help but notice though that I’ve been here for almost two minutes now and you haven’t bothered to ask me about my birthday party. It’s almost as if you don’t care, I can leave you here if you like?’

‘No sir, please god, don’t leave me here sir!’ I cried making him laugh. ‘I’m sorry I missed your party sir, did you have fun?’

‘Yes Jayme I did,’ he said his trailing hand now having reached my pussy. ‘You do realise you are soaking wet down here?’ He asked with a raised eyebrow. ‘Anyway, yes I had a very nice time thank you for asking, there was a lot of laughs, some booze and when Eve asked me where you had gone I told her the whole thing and, you know, one thing led to another.’

‘W…what?’ I said hoping against hope that it wasn’t true.

‘I said, Jayme, that when you turned up looking like a slut and then fucked off with another man, Eve asked a very reasonable question as to what was going on. So I told her all about you, about the birthday present you are giving me and what I imagined Dan was going to be doing with you.’

‘What….what did she say sir?’ I asked feeling faint from the stress of it all.

‘She loved it Jayme, turns out she absolutely fucking hates you and thinks you are some trampy little slut who’s not good enough for me.’ He laughed. ‘I think she wants me for herself you know,’ he whispered conspiratorially.

‘She said,’ he continued, ‘and she couldn’t stop giggling when she found out about it, that she loved the idea of you being molested by some freak and she hoped that the experience permanently fucked you up. A little strong I suppose but she’s entitled to her opinion, besides it sounded so good when she said it.

‘Anyway,’ he continued looking at the shame on my face and rubbing the growing bulge in his shorts – the sick fuck was getting off on telling me this, ‘I hadn’t considered it but when she suggested that we should fuck it seemed like too good an opportunity to pass up.’

‘You fucked her sir?’ I asked in a whisper, my head reeling.

‘All night long babe and twice this morning, Christ she’s one hell of a woman,’ he gushed making me feel like shit. ‘Now this is the thing, she’s came up with a marvellous idea, tonight I had had some nasty things planned for you but instead I am going to untie you now and take you home. There you are going to clean the house and serve Eve and myself as we have a nice long afternoon lazing about, fucking, sucking – you know the drill, before you cook us dinner tonight. Eve said that if you are very good we might not make you watch me fucking her.’

‘Yes sir,’ I said wanting the horror to end.

‘Ah, now this is the thing though, you are going to be under her command,’ he chuckled seeing my terrified expression, ‘and I won’t lift a hand to stop her, whatever she wants to do to you and judging by some of the things she said to me last night, she’s not going to be very nice to you I’m afraid.’

‘Ok sir, I’ll do it for you,’ I said after a moment, enjoying the faint surprise on his face. ‘I’ve been through so much already and I still want to prove how much I love you sir.’

‘Brilliant,’ bostancı escort bayan he said producing a key for the handcuffs and letting me go. ‘You’ll find some clothes in the bag. Get dressed, we don’t have long.’

I opened the bag quickly, my joints protesting from being held in one position for so long, to find the clothes he’d brought were my pair of tiny denim shorts that show off half my ass cheeks and a gossamer thin string Bikini top. I quickly got into the clothes and not wanting to disappoint him I snapped the handcuffs shut on my wrists again.

He just smiled and led me back down to the path where this time, there were a lot more people.

***

Eve got to our house at about three o’clock. I was cleaning the dishes after cooking Ben his lunch when the doorbell rang. After a curt nod from Ben I walked to the door, I was still wearing my bikini and shorts combo although now I was barefoot.

I opened the door but before I could say anything the tall woman slapped me in the face.

‘Shut up slut!’ she said and barged her way past me down the hallway with me trailing meekly behind her, rubbing at my jaw.

A tall – 5 inches or so taller than me without heels -, statuesque blonde with big, full breasts, Eve was a good looking woman and she was wearing a knee length skirt and a top that showed most of her ample cleavage above heeled sandals that tightened her long, shapely legs nicely.

Roughly Ben’s age, so about fifteen years older than me, she actually looked like a woman in her late 20s.

She strutted up to Ben and my heart lurched when he grabbed her and kissed her hard with his hands fondling her ass. Not knowing what to do I returned to finish the dishes in the kitchen while trying not to listen to their murmured conversation and laughter.

After a while she walked into the kitchen and when Ben started to follow her she put her hand on his chest and stopped him.

‘Now now honey, I want to have a little girl chat with Jayme here, why don’t you go out the back, I’ll be there in a bit,’ she said sweetly.

‘Alright Eve, I’ll see you later.’

Once he had gone she turned to me and looked me up and down with an expression of disgust.

‘Strip, and get on your knees slut,’ she said venomously and I quickly did as I was told.

She stepped forward, towering over me and I felt completely helpless as she looked down her nose at me.

‘Women wear clothes Jayme,’ she purred, ‘little slut girls go naked. Now,’ she said grabbing my chin and forcing me to look up at her, ‘I’ve been waiting for my chance to make your life hell since I met you so imagine my surprise when I discovered that all I had to do is ask.’

She released my jaw and stepped back, shaking her head. ‘Don’t think for a moment that I don’t know how to really hurt a stupid little girl like you, I’m going to make you wish you’d never been born! Let’s have a look at you then,’ she said, grabbing my hair and painfully yanking me to my feet.

She circled me like a shark as I stood trembling, examining me up close.

‘What size are those tits Jayme?’ she asked when she was back in front of me and poking my right breast with her fingernail.

’32 A Miss,’ I replied shakily.

‘Hah!’ she laughed, ‘call those tits? These are tits you pubescent little skank,’ she said, cupping her much larger bosom and pointing them at me.

‘Do you think a man like Ben could possibly be satisfied with a boyish little freak like you? Where are your curves you skinny little fuck?’ she stepped close and grabbed my pussy in her right fist, tugging painfully at my lips with her long nailed fingers and making me cry out in pain.

‘The only womanly thing about you is this cunt isn’t it?’ she demanded tugging at my flesh.

‘Yes Miss!’ I cried with tears in my eyes.

‘And I hear it’s a well used little fuck hole, I hear you will fuck anything you can possibly fit in there, even total strangers? Is that right skank?’

‘Yes Miss,’ I whispered.

‘Say it you shit,’ she shouted in my face, twisting my pussy lips again.

‘I’m a filthy skank miss and I will shove anything that will fit into my well used cunt miss!’ I cried.

Barking a laugh she released me before noticing the wetness on her hand with an expression of disgust.

‘What the fuck is this?’ She shouted wiping my juice on my face and pushing me over onto the floor where I landed awkwardly. ‘Are you getting off on this you filthy little whore?’

She looked around as I sat dumbfounded on the kitchen floor, she reached onto the countertop and picked up a large carrot from the bunch I was to prepare for dinner.

‘Fuck yourself with this you little skank,’ she said throwing the vegetable at me, ‘ram it on up there until you cum.’

I picked up the carrot from the floor, it was freezing cold as I had just gotten them out of the fridge but Eve obviously didn’t care so, shivering uncontrollably, I took tuzla escort bayan the thick, hard thing and pushed it as far as it would go into my soaking wet pussy.

Wracked with shame and filled with self loathing I shuffled around and lay on my back, legs spread wide in front of her and rammed that thick carrot into my pussy as hard and as fast as I could. Eve watched me with a sneer for a moment before squatting down in between my legs.

‘Now, once you have cum on that thing I want you to fix us some drinks and bring them out the garden. Then I want you to explain to Ben just how much of a boyish freak you are and I want you to beg him to fuck a real woman, not a nasty little skank like you. You understand skank?’

‘Yes…Miss,’ I groaned as I felt my orgasm building.

With that she stood, spat on me and walked out into the garden.

***

I did it as well, I served them their drinks, glad that our house wasn’t overlooked by any windows and then I stood in front of the man I love and explained why he should fuck someone else.

I think the worst part of it was that he seemed to agree with all of it, commenting that my boobs are too small and I don’t have enough curves, at least nothing like Eve’s who he said was a far superior example of Womanhood.

Once I had gone through that they decided to go upstairs, Eve insisted I watch her fuck him and I was lashed to a chair in the corner of the room while they spent a couple of hours playing with each other. I have never felt so humiliated in my life, so useless and helpless.

Ben was wearing a condom when they fucked and after he came she decided that the bin was a waste, so she fed the ‘little skank her dinner,’ upending the cooling sperm into my mouth and making sure I sucked the condom clean of her juice like a boiled sweet.

Later on Eve decided that I wasn’t to make dinner for them and they were going to have a meal in town, her rationale being that if I made food she might catch something. So as Ben phoned around to make a reservation, Eve led me into the garden.

‘Lie down on the floor skank, spread-eagle yourself’ she said.

I was naked except for ankle and wrist cuffs which she had made me put on earlier when she tied me to the chair to watch them fuck. I quickly laid down and spread my arms and legs wide, too far gone for any shame.

She opened the shed at the bottom of the garden and a few seconds later she emerged with four long wooden pegs from our bell tent, a mallet and some guy ropes. She quickly tied the ropes off to the cuffs and then hammered the pegs into the ground, before tightening the guys and stretching me taught.

Then she walked back into the shed and fetched another rope, this one an old, dirty and rough thing that had been in the shed since we moved in. Humming to herself she doubled it and fed the rope around my waist, slapping me to get it under my ass, before tucking it under itself at the small of my back and pulling it up my ass crack. Then, she threw the ends over a tree limb about ten foot above my head and a little behind before pulling on the ends, making me groan as the rope dug into my sensitive pussy.

Then she went back into the shed and came out holding one of Ben’s dumbbells which she held in the air while awkwardly tying the rope to it before letting it swing, laughing as I cried out when the rope suddenly became taught on my crotch.

Then she started to walk inside but stopped, reaching up she grabbed some pegs off the washing line and sat down beside me on the grass.

‘Now you can spend the rest of this evening thinking up something to say to us tomorrow about how I am better than you in every way. When we are ready I will come and get you,’ she said popping a wooden peg on my nipple, ‘and you can tell Ben and myself why I should be his woman and you shall become our little skank toy.’

She clipped the other nipple with a peg and leaned in close, her breath hot on my cheek.

‘Because slut, I am taking your man so if you want to stay a part of his life you’d better think up a damn good reason why we shouldn’t throw you out on the street and there is only one thing that’ll make me want to keep you around, do you know what that is?’

I shook my head, barely able to concentrate over the sensations in my crotch and nipples.

‘That one thing is me being able to hurt you whenever I feel like it bitch,’ she said with a sweet smile, ‘you won’t belong to him anymore, you’ll become my personal little servant. Now stick out your tongue, let’s get a peg on there to stop you whining.’

She stood up and pulled the rope, making the dumbbell raise a couple of feet into the air and laughed as I shook my head in alarm.

‘Nphoooohh..’ I spluttered with my tongue pegged.

‘Sorry, I didn’t understand you skank. Oh, you want me to drop this?’

I frantically shook my head again.

‘Oh ok, seems odd but if you want me to drop it I will,’ and laughing göztepe escort bayan she let go.

***

It was fully dark when they came home, the lights came on in the house and after a while the back door opened.

It was Ben who walked over and untied the dumbbell before removing the rope from around my waist. Next he removed the pegs form my nipples – the tongue one had fallen off some hours ago thank god – making me gasp and writhe.

He squatted next to my helpless body, fed me some water from a bottle he was carrying and chuckled.

‘She’s really done a number on you eh Jayme?’

‘Yes sir,’ I croaked.

‘Well if it was up to me I’d let you go but you are Eve’s and she wants to be fucked first, says she’ll make up her mind depending on how much she enjoys it as to whether you’ll be sleeping like this or somewhere more comfortable. What do you say to that Jayme?’

‘Please fuck her really well sir, whatever it takes – suggest some things she might not have thought of to do to me sir, just don’t leave me out here all night?’ I said urgently, acutely feeling the humiliation of begging the man I love to please another woman.

He laughed. ‘Listen to you; didn’t I say you would become a different person?’

‘Yes sir, you were right sir.’

‘Well, Eve told me about her idea and I can’t wait to hear you argue to be replaced by a woman who wants to do nothing but hurt you. Taking me away from you will just be the start I suspect.’

‘I don’t want to,’ I said with a tear running down my cheek.

‘Well tough, you agreed to do whatever anyone told you to, so tomorrow you will convince me it’s the best option for all of us.’ He looked up to the bedroom window, ‘Well, it’s a hard life. Jayme, I’m off to make love to someone else and tell her all the things you hate so she can do them to you. See you later!’

They left the window open of course and all I could hear as I lay there shivering on the cold, damp grass were the sounds of lovemaking. After a while they stopped and I heard the back door opening again, both of them came out and Ben quickly started loosening the ropes holding my arms.

I moaned as my joints protested after their lengthy immobilisation, shaking and falling over as I tried to stand up which made Eve laugh out loud.

‘Your boyfriend pleased me tonight skank,’ she said cruelly, ‘so you get to sleep on the sofa. Besides, you look like you need a good rest. Tidy this mess up and lock the house but be showered, made up and ready with breakfast in the morning at 9.’

***

They were screwing when I opened the bedroom door in the morning; Ben was grabbing her hips and slamming into her from behind as she moaned with every thrust.

Not knowing what else to do I stood there quietly while they carried on, Ben ignored me completely but Eve saw me straight away and spent most of her time looking me right in the eye and smiling.

When they finished I served them their breakfast and waited for them to eat before tidying up the dishes. As I left the room Eve called out and, setting the tray down on the landing table I returned to the bedroom. The place stank of sex and Eve’s perfume and despite myself I found myself getting more than a little turned on from what I had seen.

‘Jayme, once you are done tidying up we won’t need you for the rest of the morning,’ Eve said with a languid smile. ‘So I want you to go to the spare room and masturbate, find something painfully big to stuff in that little skank cunt of yours until you have cum five times – and I’d better be fucking amazed by the size of it when I check. Then cuff your hands behind your back and wait for me to summon you.’

‘Yes Miss,’ I said seeing Ben smirking.

‘Oh and one more thing,’ she said, ‘when you wank I want you to think about what you watched this morning. I want you to cum with the image of a real woman making love to your man.’

Bitch.

It was a few hours later that the door opened and she walked into the spare room. I was sitting in the corner, naked and cuffed, with my legs spread letting my hot, stretched pussy breath in the air. She had stipulated ‘painfully big’ so I had found a hard, plastic drink bottle and it was sitting, along with the tube of KY jelly I had had to use to get it in me, on the floor in front of me.

‘Fuck me,’ she exclaimed picking up the bottle, ‘your cunt must be slack as hell. No wonder Ben wants my pussy, he can actually feel the sides for a start.’ She put the bottle down and shook her head, ‘It’s time to come downstairs and whore yourself to us, skank.’

I struggled up and followed her down the stairs to see Ben and Eve sitting on the sofa. They had put out a low, hard wooden stool with a thick dildo jutting up from the seat (held in place with some tape) and Ben pointed to it as I entered the room.

I squatted down, carefully positioning my pussy over the head of the dildo, luckily I was wet enough that it was only a little struggle to fit it inside me. I cringed at the laugh from Eve as I moaned, feeling the invading lump of plastic stretching me and nudging against my cervix.

‘Hah,’ Eve said, ‘took it in one! She ‘s like a fucking windsock.’

‘Right then Jayme, what have you got to say?’ Ben said, looking at me intently as I shifted on the impaling dildo.

I took a deep breath, terrified about what I was going to say.

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Dodging a sudden downpour, Elgin Arinze cut across a busy Atlanta street and sprinted toward a bus stop. He tucked a pricey pair of headphones inside the T-shirt he wore with jersey shorts and ratty kicks, having just left from a workout with Hunter, an old friend. While Elgin had moved on to a master’s program, his friend’s rich father continued to bankroll Hunter’s sixth year as an undergrad.

Elgin doubted whether the dude would grow up, much less graduate. Still, Hunter was good people, and a few hours spent with his personal boxing trainer had seemed worth the trip from Elgin’s shoebox-sized crib near Georgia Tech, until he’d gotten caught in the rain.

He booked it down the street, but the rain was so heavy that his clothes soon were sagging. Headphones and cellphone both in jeopardy, Elgin veered toward the entrance of a swank hotel. He scrubbed a hand over his cropped black head and rubbed raindrops from his sable eyes, only then noticing that a few other people had run for cover under the hotel awning and now were being shooed away by the valet staff.

Tall and fit, Elgin decided to make good on being mistaken for a basketball player all the damn time. He pulled out his phone and pretended to be an important hotel guest, which got him through the front doors. Wisely, he turned away from the front desk and toward the restaurant. It was too late for lunch and too early for happy hour, making the place blessedly empty.

A cute waiter who looked a lot like Hunter seemed happy to show him to a table, perhaps because Elgin’s white tee clung to his walnut abs like a second skin. Grateful for a quiet spot by the windows where he could wait out the downpour, he decided to order food, and was just deciding between an overpriced burger and an overpriced club sandwich when he caught the eye of Dr. Samira Sharpe.

If he was keeping it real, the tight, white dress she wore caught his eye. Dr. Sharpe wasn’t checking for him at all while she moved to a seat at the bar.

When she’d been his professor last semester, she’d favored pants suits that had downplayed her figure. Nevertheless, his discerning eye had wandered to her ass all too often, which was one of the reasons he’d skated out of her class with a B-, an upgrade from the C he should have gotten. Fear of his Nigerian father’s disapproval—and a visit to her office—had made the difference.

Still wondering why she’d taken pity on him, Elgin admired her overall package. Pushing forty, she had flawless plum skin, hair cut in a curly fro with a mean fade on the sides, and a queenly vibe like Angela Bassett. Aside of being all that, Dr. Sharpe worked a special brand of verve that probably would have come off as obnoxious in a girl his age.

She could do no wrong in that dress. Elgin couldn’t stop staring. The fabric nipped and tucked every thick curve her former suits had hidden, as though God himself had poured it on her. He wondered if her breasts, though just small lumps of coal, would fall out of the dress’ deep neckline.

Well, if he was keeping it real, he hoped they would.

Elgin slumped in his damp clothes, hoping soggy shorts didn’t give away the fact he was turned on. It had been a minute since he’d gotten any ass. He blamed it on chemistry classes and labs; yet, he also wasn’t ready to accept that the kittens he met around campus didn’t do it for him as much as a cougar like Dr. Sharpe.

His mother would fall the fuck out if he went home with a middle aged lady unlikely to provide the grandchildren Mrs. Arinze so desperately wanted. An only child, he got where his mother was coming from; but, he also was used to getting his way, and had to admit he felt ambivalent about children.

On the other hand, he knew for a fact he liked self-possessed women with a little attitude that suggested, “I’ve been there, done that, and I’m not impressed with you, young buck.” Having a challenge to live up to made him feel cocky in more ways than one.

Grinning, Elgin remembered Dr. Sharpe only taught one class a year, and otherwise was a physician. Technically, she wasn’t a faculty member at the moment; and though he didn’t know the school rules about fraternizing, he felt easier knowing he wouldn’t get in trouble if he bought her a drink.

Hoping to impress her despite looking like a scrub, Elgin affected the same self-importance that had gotten him into the hotel, not wanting to look too eager as he approached. However, a wide smile gave away his interest as soon as she glanced at him.

“Dr. Sharpe? I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Elgin Arinze—”

“I remember.” Cool and cultured as the pearl studs in her ears, her voice was professorial. She offered her hand in the manner of a business handshake. “How are you, Elgin?”

“Better, since you came in.” He took her hand and kissed it, making it clear he didn’t want to talk shop, and Dr. Sharpe seemed impressed. “Sitting through the rain by myself was pretty boring. A lady like you has no business being lonely, so I thought I’d come kick some conversation.” Elgin ataşehir escort bayan flashed his most winning smile as he sat down beside her.

“Alone isn’t the same thing as lonely, but it’s the thought that counts.” Her eyes glided over him, taking in his damp clothes. “Were you out jogging?”

“Worked out at a gym.” He sat up straighter under her scrutiny, and was deflated to realize she wasn’t checking him out with much enthusiasm. “I was headed home when it started coming down.”

“I see,” she replied noncommittally.

Looking good didn’t make somebody good company, which was exactly why most kittens couldn’t hold his attention. Elgin squirmed a little in his seat, feeling his own judgments turned against him, and worrying that he was boring her. “Hopefully, it clears up soon.”

She murmured an acknowledgment but said no more, while looking him over again.

Feeling unsure of himself, he turned to signal the waiter at the end of the bar, then asked her, “Can I get you something to drink?”

Dr. Sharpe’s perfectly winged eyebrow rose in challenge. “Are you old enough to drink?”

Elgin scowled. “I’m twenty five.”

“Impressive.” Though sarcastic, she sounded amused, at least. “I already ordered a cocktail. Would you like one?”

“Better not. I have lab soon.”

“Curious that you would come to the bar then, and not order anything.” Her plum colored lips curved into a smirk. “Just hoping to push up on a lonely, older woman?”

He flushed and sat up straighter in his chair. “Well, I thought about lunch, but I wouldn’t want to interrupt you.”

“And yet, you already have.”

Elgin couldn’t tell from her enigmatic smile if she was talking down to him or just teasing. He liked it either way, but wasn’t sure what to say. Two steps behind in their verbal chess game, he was stuck at being impressed that Dr. Sharpe indeed was a queen with well-honed moves.

Her almond eyes turned sly. “Are you going to make it up to me?”

“Yes, ma’am. I mean, yeah. Absolutely,” he stammered, and picked up the check as soon as the bartender set it down with her drink.

Dr. Sharpe placed her hand over his hand on the tab. “No need. It’ll be charged to my room.”

“You’re staying here? I thought you lived in Virginia Highlands.”

“I do, but I’m spending the night.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

Elgin watched her sip from a tumbler of what smelled like bourbon on the rocks, and reconsidered the stunning way she looked. “Oh, were you planning to meet somebody? My bad.” He blushed, certain cockiness had led him to assume she had nothing better to do than kick it with him.

However, Dr. Sharpe surprised him with a mischievous smile. “In fact, I was planning to meet someone, and I have.”

He blinked. “You mean me?”

“You’re impressive and clever, I see.”

No doubt she was talking down to him that time. Elgin shifted on his bar stool. Calling her a cougar earlier had made him feel like a prize; but, he’d since shown himself to be an inexperienced cub, and that didn’t feel so sexy. “No way you knew I’d come in here.”

She shrugged smooth, round shoulders. “If not you, someone would have interested me eventually. I like waiting for it to rain. It’s a game I play.”

“And what happens when it does rain?”

She smiled. “I get wet.”

The turn-on Elgin had felt earlier became full blown arousal. He licked his lips, wondering how the gesture he’d tried to make had turned into her putting him in his place and propositioning him at once.

“Looks like you’re already wet.” She looked him over again, slowly and with smoldering intentions evident in her eyes. “I’d invite you up to my room to dry off, if I thought you knew your way around.”

“I’ve never been to this hotel before.”

“I’m not asking for a tour; I’m asking if you know your way around.” She crossed her legs, and her calf brushed his.

“Oh, I do! I can show you.”

She chuckled at his earnestness. “If only you had the time.”

Elgin glanced at a clock over the bar and saw that he only had forty five minutes until lab. “By soon, I didn’t mean I had to leave right away. I can be a little late.”

“But what I want can’t be rushed.” She stared at him over the rim of her tumbler.

“Well, can I come back tonight, around eight?”

“I don’t know. Can you?”

He chuckled. “May I, Dr. Sharpe?”

He watched her open the bar tab folder and pick up a pen. Elgin worried he was being dismissed, until she slid the folder over in front of him. Peeking out from underneath, he found a card key tucked inside a slip of paper with her phone and room numbers. Elgin pocketed both as smoothly as she’d delivered them.

“Call me Samira.” She sucked a piece of ice into her mouth, her tongue toying with it just as she as toying with him. “I’d appreciate it if you dressed to impress, before you come back. Just because you’re wet behind the ears doesn’t mean you have to look it.”

Elgin pendik escort bayan scrubbed a hand over his chin and laughed, at himself because she was no joke. He measured her with a stare that she returned with interest, and the intelligence in her eyes made him hard.

“In a suit, I think you’d look a little like Boris Kodjoe.”

He scoffed.

“I said a little,” Dr. Sharpe joked, while signaling the bartender for a menu.

Grinning, Elgin stood up, then leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Enjoy your dinner.”

“I will.” She winked at him. “I’m starving.”

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Though he had until eight o’clock, Elgin returned to the hotel half an hour early, and hurried through the front entrance. A white tuxedo shirt dressed up his inky jeans, so that he looked clean and mean yet relaxed. However, he felt ready to jump out of his skin with joy at the prospect of spending the night with Dr. Sharpe.

“Samira,” he reminded himself, breathing her name, but it didn’t pack the same punch that Dr. Sharpe had in his fantasies during lab that afternoon.

Inside the hotel, he took the elevator to the seventh floor, excited by that afternoon’s turn of events. Tall and traditionally handsome as he was, nervous anticipation was not a pleasure that came into Elgin’s life often, and he savored it all the way to her door. He forgot the key card in his pocket and knocked.

When she answered wearing a smile and a fragile, pale blue chemise, he forgot himself again and greeted her with, “Dang, Dr. Sharpe, you look fine.”

She laughed as she let him in. “Samira. At this point, there’s no need for formalities.”

“Then maybe I should come clean about a fantasy I had where you made me earn the use of your first name.” He walked into the front room of her cozy hotel suite, and took in a lamp that spotlighted a bottle of champagne and a fruit and cheese tray, before turning to her.

Leaning against the door’s white painted wood, Dr. Sharpe was mesmerizingly dark. The lamp’s warm, yellow light cast a sheen over her plum skin that reminded him of velvet. Elgin felt feverish with a need to touch her.

However, she raised a brow as soon as he took a step in her direction. “I thought you wanted to earn your way.”

He grinned. “Hope I don’t have pull off a feat like Hercules to get next to you.”

“You don’t look like you could endure that much.” Beneath sooty lashes, her eyes were sassy.

“You haven’t seen me with my clothes off yet. Don’t let the baby face fool you. I’m full grown,” Elgin announced with bass in his voice.

Just a few feet apart, electricity charged the space between them while she undressed him with her eyes. He grinned at her love of scrutinizing him, and almost felt as though he were being inspected. Even with clothes on, Elgin felt naked—or maybe vulnerable was the right word for it. The experience was uncomfortable and thrilling at the same time.

The only way he knew how to make it through life as a Black man was to go hard. A hidden pocket of hope cracked open in his chest at the prospect of Dr. Sharpe showing him another way, if only for a night. He wasn’t getting soft—hell to the no—but Elgin felt himself yielding, the longer she looked at him.

Nervous suddenly, he cast his eyes down to her nipples. Under her slip, their shape hinted they were pierced.

“Barbells,” she teased. “Show me, and I’ll show you.”

Elgin quickly stripped off his shirt and undershirt, then his pants after she glanced down at them. He undressed so fast that he had no idea what to do after he was naked.

Rotating her finger, Dr. Sharpe prompted him to show her the goods, which he did with a crooked smile. When he faced her again, she beckoned him, then pointed to the ground.

“On your knees, please.”

Dick twitching, he got on the floor on all fours, crawled to her, and sat back on his haunches. From below, she looked ethereal while she hiked up the hem of her ice blue slip that rose and rose like a stage curtain, building anticipation. Underneath, she wasn’t wearing any panties, and the ripe scent of wet pussy ricocheted through Elgin’s nose and throat with each breath.

He wanted to taste, but he didn’t; steeping in his longing was a delicious little torture.

She asked, “What are you thinking?”

“About this one time, at band camp…” When she laughed, joy burst inside him to have given her that pleasure, and he cracked open a little more. “I think you’ve got me under your spell, Dr. Sharpe. Where do you want me to start earning that first name?”

“I like a man who can work his way up from the bottom.”

After she put her foot on his chest, he held it there. His mouth made a wet trail up the inside of her leg. Elgin’s chest swelled when she giggled over the pucker of his lips on her thigh. As his attentions neared her mound, she clasped the back of his head, urging his eyes to meet hers.

“Stick your nose in it.”

He rubbed the tip ümraniye escort bayan and bridge of his nose against her clit. Soon his forehead pressed to her pelvis, he was so damn eager to please her. Spit coated his hungry tongue, which soon hung out like a dog’s, since he felt like one. Over eager, he took the liberty of licking her.

Dr. Sharpe smacked the back of his head, then pushed him away. “Did I say you could?”

Elgin tried to look apologetic, but he wasn’t. After her foot on his chest pushed him to the floor, he fell on his back, half laughing and half catching his breath.

She pulled off her nightgown and threw it in his face, then grinned while he sniffed her garment. His stomach tensed into a plank after she stepped on him.

“Those gym visits are paying off. You’re in good shape.”

Her approval went through him like warm cane syrup. “You have no idea how much I can endure.”

“We’ll see about that. Stay,” she commanded, pressing her foot to his throat, and then she stepped over his head. Moments later, she returned with his belt which she looped around his neck. With a good yank, she urged him to a sitting position.

Eyes on his, Dr. Sharpe widened her stance and fingered herself. “Look at me, and don’t speak until you’re spoken to.”

Elgin tried, but the gushy, sticky sound of her playing with her pussy was hot to death. His gaze dropped from her face to her crotch.

She slapped him, her fingers rubbing pungent juice on his face. “Eyes on me, or you won’t get a taste.” Her manicured fingertips crowded his nostrils with her scent. “Disobey me again, and all you’ll get tonight is the smell of what you want and can’t have, unless I say so. Got it?”

The prospect of denial shot through him in a hot arrow of arousal and tension, making him wonder if he was a masochist. “Yes, Dr. Sharpe.”

She resumed touching herself, and stirred up her juice until it dripped down her thigh in a mix with sweat. “I’m so close,” she announced, though he could tell as much from the way her legs trembled. “I could use a thick dick right now.”

Elgin whined like a puppy. His dick was rigid and throbbing.

“Would you like to lick my thighs?”

“Please.”

She invited him with a nod.

Watching her had made Elgin parched like a motherfucker, and he eagerly lapped at her moist skin, but only tasted a hint of the tartness that had pooled between her lips.

“Only up to the hairs,” she instructed him. “Your nose should just brush me. Lick the seams around the outside, and get a good whiff, pet.”

Elgin drew in a big, delirious breath that went straight to his head. He reeled on his knees, especially after she turned and presented him with her ass.

He understood then how desire really worked. Longing drove his tongue deep into her, like he used to kiss past girlfriends after time apart. He wasn’t pleasuring a hole but her, satisfying a need of hers, enjoying the taste and feel of her. Elgin saw her fingers massaging her clit, and felt her legs shake when she came.

He trembled too, after sitting back on his haunches and waiting for her next instructions.

Sexy eyed with contentment, Dr. Sharpe patted his head, then pulled him by his makeshift leash to the bed. There, she sat down, flopped on her back, and spread her legs. “Clean me up, please. Do it thoroughly, and I’ll let you make a mess of me next.”

Elgin applied himself to lapping up every bit of custard from between her thighs. The flavor reminded him of Sunday dinner desserts that his mother used to leave on the table for company, and that he’d been forbidden to touch. He tasted spicy cobblers, nut cookies, and lightly salted tomatoes. Her cleaned pussy was a pitted fruit that Elgin tried to climb inside, like that boy who lived in a giant peach.

Dr. Sharpe pulled his leash and scooted back on the bed, allowing him to climb over her. “Good boy,” she murmured. “That was exactly what I wanted.” She removed the belt from around his neck, and stroked her fingers across the red marks on his throat.

Elgin’s eyes drifted shut, while her soft, cool fingers played against his pounding jugular. His heart pounded harder, after she drew him down to her breast and rubbed the back of his head. He doubted heroin was more potent than her approval.

“What would you like, pet? I’m open to suggestions.”

He laughed. “I don’t know anymore. I came in expecting something like this, but didn’t realize I’d feel some type of way about it. Call me a little bit overwhelmed right now.”

“Don’t over think it. Be a boy toy. Enjoy it.” She smiled. “If you’re game, I wouldn’t mind test driving that pretty stick of yours.”

“Let me oil up the engine.”

Elgin kissed a path back down to her belly to make that mess she’d mentioned. It didn’t take her long to get wet again; yet, he took his time arousing her, wanting her to feel like jelly when he pushed in. When she was ready, Dr. Sharpe reached for the nightstand, then handed him a condom. After Elgin put it on, he gingerly slid home.

Usually, he fucked like he had something to prove. That seemed to be what girls wanted—big Black cock on a platter, with a side of beefcake. Elgin couldn’t deny that at times, he’d played the hype to his advantage. After all, being young was mostly a popularity contest. Maybe that was why he liked older women. They were over the bullshit, and just kept it real.

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A word of explanation. This story was not written by me. It was written by my online partner as a continuation of “His Whore’s Wedding Day” which I wrote and listed here late last year. I assigned her this story recently because of an idea that struck me. She had seen a pair of stories that retold the same events from the point of view of a dom and a sub. I asked her to retell my original story, adding her reactions to what I had written. But she told me that I had pretty much nailed that when I imagined them in the original. Thus, this continuation. At her request, this is offered under my already existing name.

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“Fix your dress.”

She almost laughed. She struggled to pull her dress back up over her tits.

“Now I am going to leave the room. Count to 60, and then you can go back to your reception.”

She heard some strange noises, and then a door opened, closed. She was alone. She counted.

At 60, she took off the blindfold. She was in an office. A mirror hung on the wall. She saw a gutter whore reflected back at her. Her hair was in ruins, and where He had wiped himself after ass fucking her, it was smeared with she hated to think what. Her wedding dress was stained with cum. Her makeup was smeared with cum. And then there was the leather collar. Trembling, she touched it…..She heard Him again. “This is how I choose to send you back to your husband, whore.” And then deliberately she left His collar in place around her throat, turned to the door, and walked back out to the party.

Opening the door to the office, she found a piece of stationary tacked to the outside of the door. Had it been there before? She didn’t know. When she entered the office she had been blindfolded. She tried to remember. This door was off the room where she and her new husband had waited before they made their grand entrance at the reception. She couldn’t remember looking at the door, much less if there had been a note there. Had someone been looking for her? Left her a note when they couldn’t find her? Couldn’t find her because she had been serving her Master?

She took a deep breath and did the only thing possible. She slowly removed the tack holding the note – and opened it.

“I will wait for you outside in the parking lot for 20 minutes. Longer than that, and I will assume you are not coming. The choice is yours.”

It WAS for her – and left by Him, no less. She knew, without ever having seen it before, that this note was in her Master’s handwriting. She read the note over and over. She didn’t understand. Oh, no, she snorted to herself. She understood perfectly. She just didn’t WANT to understand.

She stepped back into the office and closed the door. Her Master had commanded her to go back to the reception after the count of 60, but this note changed things. She needed to think – to make a decision – before she went back out there. She could feel the heat rise in her throat and cheeks; angry with Him for putting her in this position. Hell, the whole situation was beyond anything she would have expected from Him.

The boundaries had been clear from the start. They were both committed elsewhere. She had her fiancé and He had His wife. Their friendship and online love affair was never supposed to cross the line like this. He had already forced her into one decision that betrayed her own loyalties today. This note was trying to force her into another.

But, was there a decision to be made? She had already betrayed her husband, and after only a few hours of being married. She was wearing proof that her devotion to her Master had won over her wedding vows. Before she saw the note she had been prepared to walk out to her wedding reception looking like the whore she was. Everyone would have seen what she had been hiding for more than a year. That was how powerful His hold over her had been. For the first time since she met her Master, she felt shame. She should have broken off the engagement long ago. It had been months since she recognized that the balance of power between her fiancé and her Master had shifted.

She sighed heavily. So, this is what He wanted……The final acknowledgement that she belonged to Him. And, because she hadn’t learned this lesson soon enough and broken off the engagement in private, He had come to force a public acknowledgement. He knew what this humiliation would do to her. The tears began and a rueful smile formed on her beautiful face. This was her punishment.

She moved quickly to the door. Opening it, she saw one of her many cousins hurrying by with a plateful of food. “Jenny. Jenny, ” she called. Her cousin’s head turned in several directions before locating her voice. The flash of white dress that showed behind the crack in the door was enough to tell Jenny who was calling her. “Send my mother to me, Jenny.”

Jenny simply nodded and started off in the direction of the tables. She closed the door again and moved to the chair behind the desk. Tempted to straighten and clean herself, bakırköy escort she knew that it would be better to leave things as they were. She was going to have a hard enough time convincing her mother that this is what she needed to do.

Waiting impatiently for her mother, she suddenly realized that her 20 minutes must be running out. The thought made her jump up from the chair. Going to Him was the only option left to her. If she missed His deadline, she would have nothing. She began pacing quickly, cursing the guests that must be delaying her mother.

Finally the door opened. Her mother entered with a bevy of exclamations. “Katie, what are you doing in here? My goodness, the head table looks empty without your dress up there to fill in the space. Are you having problems with your bustle? Why didn’t you bring one of your girls…” And then the gasp as she looked up into her daughter’s face. “What?”

“I have to go.” She raised a hand to her chest and face and hair as if in explanation.

“What on earth? Katie, what is going on? What’s happened to you?” Her mother stepped closer and her nose instantly wrinkled at the pungent odors. “My God. Don’t the two of you have any better sense? I mean, really. It’s one thing for you not to be able to wait, but to make a spectacle of yourselves like this. Wait till I get my hands on that husband of yours…”

She cut her off, “It wasn’t him.”

“What? You’re not making any sense.”

“It wasn’t my husband, Mother. It was someone else. That’s why I have to go.”

She watched as the expressions flew across her mother’s face; her mouth hanging open slightly, as though she was getting ready to speak. But whatever thoughts her mother was having weren’t making it out of her mouth. She knew she had to leave this room. She had to hurry and waiting for her mother to figure out the situation wasn’t working. She turned to the door as she said goodbye.

“There’s someone else, Mother. There has been for a little more than a year. He’s come to claim me, and I have to go. Please tell everyone that I’m sorry, but I don’t have any more time to stand here and talk about this. I need you to respect my decision, Mother. I’ll call you as soon as I’m able.”

With that, she opened the door to the office and strode out into the adjoining room. She kept going straight into the main reception area, walking quickly and with purpose. Guests moved out of her way – some noticing the smears of cum, some not. She heard the rustling of a full-skirted dress coming up behind her fast. She knew it was her mother. Not wanting to make a scene by shouting for her, her mother would try to block her being seen by anyone as she moved to the parking lot. And in the time it took her to place the noise, her mother was there at her elbow, whispering furiously in her ear.

“You stop right this instant. Katie Marie, I don’t know what it is you think you’re doing, but this can’t happen. You’re MARRIED now. You took vows. That isn’t something you just walk away from. If it were, I would have left your father long ago. Will you SLOW DOWN?!? You are going to TALK to me about this.”

Not once did she slow her pace. She made it to the entrance of the reception hall just as her mother’s tirade was approaching critical mass. Again, one hand on the door, she turned and smiled sadly at her mother.

“I love you, Mom. You’re just going to have to trust me when I tell you that I have to do this – for my happiness.” And finally, she was out the door into the cool night air of the parking lot.

She took a deep breath and filled her lungs so completely that her shoulders rose in a shrug. She was practically running toward possession – ownership. Why did she suddenly feel so free? She turned her head back and forth, scanning the cars in the parking lot. Which was His? Rising up on her toes to see the back rows, she began worrying that she had missed Him. Was she too late? And then she heard the engine. The low and powerful purring of a luxury car made her glance to her left. The headlights kept her from recognizing the driver, but she knew who it was. He had come for her again.

The power window on the passenger door was lowered and she heard His voice, “Be sure, whore. I will not release you.”

Her answer was to reach down and open the door. She stepped back as the door swung open and gathered her dress. First the left foot and then the right, she was careful to sit her bare and cum-leaking cunt directly onto the leather seat. She knew that would be what He wanted. Reaching forward, she grabbed the door and pulled it shut behind her. She then placed her hands in her lap and lowered her chin to her chest…..waiting.

“Ah, my sweet whore. Have you learned the lesson I came here to teach you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And do you think your punishment was fitting?”

“I know why you did it, Master. Thank you for helping me to understand.”

“That’s not what I asked you, whore. bahçelievler escort Answer my question. And you make speak freely to do it.”

“I’m sorry, Master, but I’m angry that you humiliated me that way. You and I know what we are to each other, and I try very hard to please you, Master. I don’t think it was fair of you to punish me this way when you never made it clear that you wanted me to choose. You never asked me to choose.” The tears had begun again when she remembered the embarrassment and shame of having to walk through that reception hall. By the time she finished her answer she was openly sobbing.

you CHOSE on the day you accepted my collar.”

“Yes, Master.”

“SILENCE Her Master’s voice had a dangerous edge, “Whether or not you want to admit it, whore,. Perhaps you didn’t learn the lesson quite as well as I had hoped. Your mistake was in thinking that you had the right to take wedding vows. You already belonged to ME. I AM YOUR MASTER. All I did today was prove it.”

His frustration was obvious as He put the car into gear and pulled away from the sidewalk. His temper caused His foot on the gas pedal to make quick work of the parking lot and they were soon cruising toward the interstate. She sat and quietly moaned her frustration. She had displeased Him again by not comprehending the simple truths He was telling her. Her anger should have been reserved for herself; for being so slow to understand. Her hands began kneading the soft flesh just above her knees. The tension was building in her body. He sensed it, softened His tone and spoke to her again:

“You are, and always have been, my most exquisite treasure, my most humble whore. Your service to me was borne of the love and devotion you have for me. I was disappointed that you never recognized the final step you had to take. I had longed to read your complete submission. Every time you came to me online I hoped that would be the day. I could have come and claimed you a million times before I did, but I feared you would never feel the full impact of the lesson unless I did it on THIS day. Was I right, whore?”

“Yes, Master. I…..I think you were right.”

“I’m proud of you for having endured your punishment. As always, the completion of your punishment is the end of the subject. It’s time we began our new lives together, whore.”

The rest of the ride was in silence. She slowly began to calm herself as He wound His way onto the interstate. She wondered briefly where He was taking her. Surely not His home – surely not to the home He shared with His wife. It didn’t matter. His will was hers now. Completely.

But, what of His wife? He had never entertained the idea of leaving her – at least not to her knowledge. Had He changed His mind? Or had His wife finally opened herself to the lifestyle? All these questions running through her head delayed her realization that they had arrived. He was slowing the car and pulling into a small, dark parking lot. What she could see from the corners of her eyes told her that they were on the edge of the wilderness that surrounded the interstate.

He got out of the car and moved quickly out of sight. She heard a door open and close. When He came back, she heard keys clanking against each other.

“We will stay here for the night, whore.” He laughed ironically, “The owner took one look into the car, saw your dress, and offered us the Honeymoon Cabin.”

He put the car back into gear and followed a dirt road back into the cover of the trees. Several minutes later He pulled the car to a stop. The night seemed to completely swallow the forest she knew surrounded them. She couldn’t make out anything other than the trunks of the trees nearest her window. Her Master reached into the glove box and took out a flashlight. He left the car again. When He managed to turn on the lights in the cabin, there were still only a few feet illuminated around the front of the clearing.

He came back to the car and opened her door. “Out, whore. Into the cabin to wait for me in the living room. Remember the correct position.”

She gathered her skirts into her arms and climbed out of the car. She took one step toward the cabin and froze. She couldn’t stand it any more. Dropping to her knees, she bent low and began kissing His shoes, her arms flying around His ankles. She didn’t dare speak, but she needed to show Him her love, her penitence.

She felt His hand reach down and stroke her hair. “Ah, my darling. I love you, too. It’s all right. Everything will be all right now. Go on, sweet slut. Into the cabin with you. I’ll be there shortly.”

Although she walked briskly to the cabin, she hesitated as she approached the door. Would it ever stop feeling like she was taking giant leaps into her new life? She was so very frightened of everything that had happened today, and the thought of what would come next made her shiver with chills. She began using one thought as her mantra……..I am zeytinburnu escort His. She knew how He loved her. She had every confidence that she would come to no harm while she was in His care. Another in what seemed like an endless line of deep breaths, and she stepped into the cabin.

Normally she would have stripped to present herself to her Master, but she knew she wasn’t going to get out of her dress without help. She knelt facing the open door, making sure that her dress was not caught under her, then spread her knees and raised her arms to lock her hands behind her head. Feeling her breasts straining against her corset and her cunt opened up by her stance, she again began to think of what came next. Only this time, she felt the juices of her pussy sliding down her thigh. Her fear of the unknown future abated in the face of the ritual of presenting herself.

Her eyes lowered to the floor, she heard her Master come up the stairs of the porch and into the cabin. “Very good, whore. You look beautiful.”

She felt the blush creeping up her chest at the compliment. He had only ever mentioned this position to her twice. It was difficult to stand on ceremony when commanding her online. It made her tingle that she had remembered and pleased Him by doing it correctly. His footsteps told her that He had walked down the short hall into what must have been a bedroom. She heard the bags hit the floor and then His return.

“Stand.”

She quickly gathered her feet beneath her and rose up to full height. Her hands still locked behind her head. She heard more movement and then felt the heat of Him behind her. His hands began tugging at the zipper of her dress. He pulled it down slowly and then reached His hands inside to trace the ties of her corset. “Such beautiful devices, corsets. Such a pity they ever went out of style. Do you like the way you feel in this, my whore?”

“Yes, Master.”

“It’s like a socially acceptable form of bondage. How did you feel putting this on today, whore? With your bridesmaids cinching you in tight?”

A groan escaped at His words. How did He know that she had relished the feeling of being bound into her corset? With a once-in-a-lifetime occasion like her wedding day as an excuse, she had spent weeks shopping for just the right one. After having to special order something that was as genuine as she could afford, she was delighted to find that it also had garters so that she wouldn’t have to wear pantyhose if she didn’t want to.

She felt a sharp slap to her ass. “I asked you a question, whore.”

“It felt wonderful, Master. I was embarrassed that my bridesmaids might smell how aroused it made me.”

“Ah, excellent. Was your cunt weeping, whore?”

“Yes, Master.”

She felt His hands stroke up her sides toward her shoulders. His hands were moving to push down her arms and taking the straps of the dress with them. Her knees began to feel weak. She could feel His hot breath on the back of her neck, the hairs there standing on end.

“Who were you thinking of when they were lacing you in, whore?”

“You, Master. I was thinking of how I wished it was your hands tying me.”

The deep rumble in His chest sounded like a growl. His powerful hands reached forward and gripped her tits through the dress and corset. He shifted and pulled the dress the rest of the way down to her waist, then His hands came back up and burrowed around her tits until He was able to lift them from inside the undergarment. Her nipples were rock hard and pushing against His palms. He stepped closer to her, pressing His hard cock against the bustle of her dress and looked down over her shoulder. She could see her large tits propped up and was proud of what she had to offer Him. She hoped He was pleased with her body.

It occurred to her suddenly that this was the first time He was going to actually see her. Her pussy convulsed at the thought. Would He like her? Was she round enough in the right places? Flat enough in others? Her nipples hardened even more as she imagined that He would want to spend a lot of time inspecting His property. There was another rush of fluid escaping her cunt. This was what she wanted. To be His. To be open at all times to His scrutiny.

She heard Him pull air in sharply through His nostrils. Then He chuckled and said, “Is your cunt weeping again, whore? I can smell you from up here, even through all those layers of petticoats and skirts.”

“Yes, Master.”

He groaned low in her ear again. “I had planned to spend hours torturing you with my touch, whore. I can see that I’m not going to have the patience for that right now.” He moved to her side and held out His hand. “Take my hand and step out of the dress. Carefully, slut. I don’t want to have to pick you up off the floor. You’ll be there soon enough.”

She took His hand and did as He commanded, making sure that her heels cleared the voluminous skirts as she stepped out of the bell of the dress. When she was free, He feasted His eyes on the whole luscious package. She read His expression and blushed in pleasure again to see His approval so clearly.

“Beautiful whore. Follow me.”

She traced His steps as He led her into the dining area. Once there He guided her to the table and placed her arms and legs where He wanted them, pushing her torso down onto the chilled table top. “Be still.”

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“Bill, I want to ask you something, but I want you to keep an open mind about it before you answer yes or no.” Julia, Bill’s beautiful wife asked casually while they were watching TV in their den.

Now, as every man knows, when their wife asks them a question like this, get ready, something dreadful is about to be suggested. Bracing himself for a planned trip to the craft store, or a fantastic fun filled evening at the ballet, or even better getting up at the crack of dawn this weekend to go “antiquing” he grimaced as he prepared for the worst.

“Mona needs our help. She is getting kicked out of her apartment tomorrow and she needs a place to stay for awhile. I know it is a big imposition, but please honey, I really think we need to help her out.”

When he heard her actual suggestion he thought his ears had finally given out as it seemed too good to be true. What she actually was suggesting was way better than the macramé class she drug him to last summer, way way WAY better. Listening carefully and saying little, he purposefully kept cool on the subject as he did not want to seem overly enthusiastic and scuttle the whole thing. With his cock already tingling at the idea, the last thing on earth he wanted to do was potentially blow a situation that, hope upon hope, might develop into something with great erotic possibility down the road.

Julia’s suggestion that fateful evening was as welcome as it was unexpected. To think his wife would beg him to have her best friend Mona, a beautiful, sexy and quite wild and uninhibited blonde she had known since college, move in for a while was like thinking you were about to get kneed in the balls, but suddenly getting a blowjob instead. This was definitely NOT what he was expecting and that was a good thing.

Mona’s life was a complete mess. Having just gone through an extremely bad breakup with her boyfriend a few months earlier she had gotten kicked out of his apartment and had to move into a very expensive sublet at the last minute. Then last week she lost her job and ended up with her car repossessed because she was already behind two months with the payments, so had no safety net. Obviously she was having an extremely bad stretch of luck.

She made things even worse by being completely irresponsible with money and had run up tens of thousands of dollars of credit card debt which made her three months behind on her rent. The shitstorm she was caught in only got worse so to add to her troubles she was about to become homeless. She was in real and serious financial trouble so she needed their help badly.

Giving her a place to stay for a few months, just until she could get back on her feet, would really help her out. Julia begged her husband to open his heart, and their home, to a true friend in need and like a skilled poker player and masterful actor, Bill feigned annoyance but “reluctantly” agreed to her suggestion. When his wife kissed him deeply and said he was a real “sweetie” for being so understanding he could barely contain his glee. Grinning secretly to himself. Bill could hardly believe his luck as he had played his hand perfectly and now got to enjoy the glorious sights of Mona around the house while also being a hero in his wife’s eyes. When his wife “rewarded” his generous nature with an actual unexpected blowjob in the shower the next morning, he thought he should go to Vegas immediately as obviously his luck was on a roll!

Bill was not a bad guy, nor would he ever cheat on his gorgeous wife, but if he were ever to stray, it would have definitely been with Mona. Julia and she had been friends since college, and Mona was constantly over at their house before her troubles. Frankly, her moving in “officially” wasn’t going to be that huge of difference over the current situation, but having her around all the time had big erotic potential.

Mona was beyond hot, and every inch of her body, from her long golden blonde hair to her deliciously pink painted toenails pushed every button on his horn-o-meter. Notoriously always underdressed, being around her was very difficult for him as he could not help but leer as she naturally dressed very seductively and always liked to show lots of skin.

So many lazy hot summer afternoons over the past few years she and Julia had lounged for hours around their backyard pool. Bill had to work hard to hold back the drool flooding out of his mouth and tamp down the huge tent forming in his shorts as he kept stealing glances of both of their beautiful forms. Tall, curvy and with long legs that he would have killed to feel wrapped around his ears, she just radiated sex. With a naturally flirty nature, he could never be quite sure whether she was purposefully trying to drive him wild, or it was just her nature but he was always tongue tied when she was around. Either way, he knew that it was clear that just being in her presence gave him instant perpetual wood.

He also knew that his wife was aware just how much Mona drove levent escort him wild, as it was hard to hide, but she seemed remarkably unbothered by it, thinking it oddly cute. He definitely doubted whether she would keep thinking that if she knew how many times he had jacked off in the shower, lost in his vivid imaginary thoughts of ramming his hard cock into her friend’s gorgeous and perfectly formed heart shaped ass.

He thought this knowledge may have caused her to have had second thoughts on having her sexy BFF move in, but of course she did not know everything that went on in his fertile imagination. In fact, rather than be bothered by her husband’s obvious arousal, for some reason or another it amused her greatly to see him get all flummoxed by her sexy friend and she encouraged it. She trusted Bill and despite knowing he was very turned on by Mona, she also knew he would never act upon these urges. He, like many men, can enjoy the beauty of a woman from afar and never take it to the next level. She also knew that he, like every other man on earth, dreamed of making love to two women at once and Mona definitely would be the supporting actress in that imaginary porn movie playing in his head.

With summer approaching, and a big delicious pool in the back yard of their house, Bill had many many opportunities to watch them both reveal quite a bit of skin after Mona moved in. Both she and his wife loved nothing better than lounging poolside at every opportunity to work on their tans, and given the high privacy fence around their yard, their choice of swimwear was spectacularly revealing as both hated prominent tan lines. The girls were very close and would spend almost every afternoon laying out on the deck until the last rays of the sun faded in the western sky of their gorgeous San Diego home. Wearing suits that would make even the most daring beach goer in Rio blush, Julia seemed to increasingly enjoy how nervous their display made her husband. In a weird way his increasingly obvious arousal at their erotic presentation of barely covered female flesh only provoked them both to get more outrageous and see how hot they could make him.

Each afternoon the girl’s bathing suits got skimpier and skimpier and presented quite a sight to Bill when he got home from work. As the weeks progressed, Julia smirked when she remarked that “suddenly he did not have to work as late as he used to”. Now he rushed home, never being later than 5:30 when before he often would not arrive until well after 7 PM. Seeing her husband grow increasingly turned on like a hormonally challenged teenager around she and her best friend lit a spark in Julia and she loved playing in his erotic sandbox. She had an ulterior motive since the hotter they got him, the more adventurous and compliant he became in their bedroom.

Before Mona had moved in, she and Bill had had a better than average sex life, especially when compared to their other thirty-something married friends and she felt very fortunate. Having been married for thirteen years, and still relatively young, they were both still attractive enough to each other to get the other’s motor running. Julia was scorching hot in her own right, with her long dark hair and exotic olive complexion coming from her Italian roots always turning male heads. The effects of her body on Bill was obvious, as all she had to do was give a little wink, and he was at her feet worshipping her body.

She too was turned on by him, as he kept himself in exceptional shape. All of her other friend’s husbands had long ago let themselves go, but Julia was especially proud of Bill’s physique. Despite being a well paid tax accountant, he was built like a football player and hit the weights everyday . It turned her on to no end knowing that all of her friends were envious and this made her almost as wet as his six foot three 185 lb gym sculpted body. Ironically, before Mona came into their lives he always hit the gym on the way home from work but after they started their afternoon sunbathing show, he decided to set his weight bench up around the pool.

This was so pitifully obvious she kidded him quite ferociously often enjoying watching his discomfort at getting caught panting at Mona, or sporting an erection. Waking up very early on that fateful Saturday, she lay at the foot of their bed and stared up at Bill sleeping deeply. Since they always slept naked, his morning wood was spectacularly tall and prominent this morning and even was throbbing as he obviously was having quite an enjoyable dream. Knowing that last night she and Mona had given him a lot to fantasize about, she giggled as she snaked her toes up his body towards his face.

They had both pretended to not know that he was home early, and decided to give him quite the pre-weekend treat by sunbathing topless. Knowing they were being watched, they definitely upped their game and Bill’s presence came crashing into prominence cihangir escort when they started to put suntan oil on each other’s bodies. The horrific crash of breaking glass and the stream of curses coming from the family room as he now was hopping over shards of glass told them both that their special presentation had been well received. Laughing hysterically, Julia thought it was definitely worth the death of several of her dishes knowing he was so completely distracted by their antics.

Embarrassed to be “caught” by his wife and her best friend, she and Mona had given him a very hard time about it all night. They even upped the ante when they discussed how they used to experiment with each other back in College as they all polished off several pitchers of Margaritas swapping old college stories. Hearing this, Julia knew Bill would be transfixed and get even hornier. Now that it was morning, she was going to continue her tease of her husband as it was obvious that little Bill was still on high alert from the seed they planted in his head the night before and she was going to put all of that stopped up erotic energy to good use.

“So Bill, are you going to spend all weekend perving on Mona and I again like you did last night?” she teased as she woke him up by tickling the side of his face with her bare foot.

She loved this time of the week more than any other since before they had their permanent houseguest, early Saturday Mornings were always set aside as their special adult “fun time”. Seeing her handsome husband, looking even sexier than normal as he slowly woke up with his hair all messed and his chiseled face nicely unshaven, she smoldered. When he began kissing up the side of her foot lovingly and then began running his tongue gently up her ticklish sole she definitely knew they would be changing the sheets today.

Grinning as their eyes met, he denied it, but his stronger than usual morning wood told her all she wanted to know. Pushing him back with her foot she growled, as she was even hornier than normal today.

“Get your ass into position my horny little slave-boy! You need to be PUNISHED for your wickedness!” she winked as Bill dutifully flipped on his back and grinned. They both had a more than average inventive sex life and quite enjoyed her taking the dominant role every once in a while. Seeing his strong erection and shit eating grin on his face, she launched herself fully onto his mouth, grabbing his neck and holding his head hard on her warm wet dripping cave.

“Yea baby!” she whispered as she writhed over his lips, feeling his velvety talented tongue begin to worship her body. She loved riding his face as he was definitely talented in this area and reaching back behind her she grabbed his even harder cock in her fist.

“I may have to PUNISH you quite severely today for being such a pervy and dirty little boy last night!” she joked as she heard him gurgle between her legs. Moans erupting from her mouth as she continued to stroke him lightly, she just barely ran the tips of her fingers up and down his shaft as he slurped away. “Ooooh, so hard!” she smirked as she struggled to speak as her first orgasm was coaxed from her body. She grinned as she felt herself spew onto his face and coat him with fresh honey from her hive. He loved it when she squirted, and this morning, she was definitely entering Niagara Falls territory. Unable to resist teasing him more about his little crush on her friend, she gripped his balls before she continued to speak, continuously writhing as he kept right on licking.

“So… BILL! I bet you wish this was Mona’s pussy you were chewing on so masterfully right now DON’T YOU?” Her grip on his balls were tight but not too tight and she knew she had him literally by the balls.

Bill groaned although he did not stop licking. This was definitely dirty pool as his dangling manhood was his own little built in lie-detector, conveniently hanging off of his body for his wife’s use whenever she needed to interrogate him. He said nothing of course, as no sane man would admit THIS to his wife, especially if she was writhing naked on his face and had his balls in her hand. Grunting and gurgling as her nectar coated his tongue, she laughed and gripped his package harder. Bill was packing serious sausage but as she mentioned Mona she definitely felt him throb harder and move up to the front of the meat drawer. Even more incriminating to revealing his true feelings and a sure fire dead giveaway of the real level of his lust was the fact that his balls now began to vibrate.

“Your jewels are ratting you out again Bill!!”

As she kept riding his face her eyes glanced over to their nightstand and she smirked as she now knew exactly what she was going to do now. Knowing that he was turned on by another woman, and embarrassed to admit it, made her even wetter. Releasing his balls and cock, she leaned forward, not letting her slit feriköy escort leave his lips as she slowly opened the drawer. There beside her romance novel, the KY and the TV remote was what she was looking for. HANDCUFFS.

They had both played around with them before, and nothing got her motor roiling better than having him bound and helpless as she teased him unmercifully. She knew he loved it (his balls never lie) as did she. Despite his protests and being they had been married for a long time, she knew his body better than he did. She would take hours before getting him off, her whole body fully sated from the dozens of toe curling explosions that rocked her pussy from his tongue. Taking them from the drawer, she wrapped them between the brass bars of their bed and covered them with a pillow. Bill, quite occupied underneath, was not aware of this as he kept right on feasting on her delicious pre-breakfast buffet.

Lifting her dripping snatch from his face, she slid down his body and felt his firm erection rub up against her full womanly ass as she lay on his chest. Kissing him lightly on the nose, she smiled as his desperate eyes and dripping face (freshly glazed from her juices) stared up at her longingly.

With a mischievous grin on her face, she playfully ran circles over his chest as she wiggled her butt cheeks and felt his strong fully erect cock smack against her crack.

“You are a lucky boy slave!” She winked.

“I am, no doubt!”

“Most wives would not be so understanding of knowing that their husband was attracted to their best friend. But oddly, you LYING so poorly about it makes me wet. I know you want to fuck her.” Reaching back and feeling his cock with her hands she continued. “But I also know that THIS belongs to me and me alone and that makes me very horny.”

Sitting up in bed, Bill took her left nipple into his mouth and began sucking. He was so horny his hair hurt, and when Julia took control like this it made him even harder. As he worshipped her breast, she lazily stroked his hair between her fingers and giggled as she felt his dick throbbing helplessly against her ass crack. As he licked she also felt another flood of her own juices release and roll down his stomach.

As he brought his hands to her hips and started to prepare to flip her back and mount her, she stopped him and placed her hand on his chest, pushing him away. Confused he looked up into her face and saw a familiar glint in her eye.

“We are not ready for that yet. You have not earned it! You still have some penance to do.”

Looking into her face with his puppy dog eyes, he made a mock sad face that always got her charged up as his desperate need only made her hotter. She could feel his cock throbbing between her legs and knew he wanted nothing more than to flip her over and slam that monster between her legs all morning, but she had other plans. Stroking his unshaven face, all dripping and coated with her juices, she spoke.

“I say we both take a long hot shower with lots of suds! I want you squeaky clean before I get you absolutely filthy again.”

Bill did not have to be told twice and as she saw his tight ass bound across the room towards their bathroom she laughed. He was so hopeful, little realizing what she had planned for him yet.

They often roleplayed on lazy Saturday Mornings, sometimes having sex well into the early afternoon. They were lucky and she knew it. After all these years of marriage she still liked the sight of his ass crossing a room and the feel of his cock in her cooch or the sensation of his tongue worshiping her clit. But more than anything else, she loved the sound of him begging, that little whimper he makes when she has gotten him so wound up he couldn’t stand another second and he moans and pleads for her to finish him. That whimper got her wetter than anything in the world, and she wanted to hear that whimper come from his lips today.

Watching him shave naked, she got out of bed and joined him in the bathroom. He was still rock hard and she smiled, knowing that she had done that, and she giggled to herself as she wondered what it would look like later that night. Playfully smacking his ass while reaching around and gripping his erection she winked.

“I am going to have to join you in the shower to supervise. I will NOT allow any wanking in there ANY MORE!” she whispered breathily into his ear.

His face growing red, he moaned as she stroked him and continued her verbal teasing. “I see the evidence of your dirty crimes on the tiles every morning. You think I don’t notice these things? So, is it Mona you think about when you stroke your cock in there, stroking and wanking, stroking and wanking…” As she taunted him he gripped the side of the sink as she was rubbing him fast and hard. Shuddering he thought for sure he was going to shoot into the sink when she stopped.

Reaching into the shower she turned on the water. “No dear husband, your wanking days are OVER!” Reaching back with her foot as she bent down to adjust the water, she laughed as she drug her toes up his aching throbbing shaft and gripped the head. “This baby is mine and I alone will say when or if he can release.” Now stepping inside she turned back to look at Bill throbbing so desperately as he leaned against the sink.

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Help from the Aid

I nibbled on the end of my pen as I daydreamed. I couldn’t wait to get home and open my package that would arrive that evening. I had ordered some new dresses for the upcoming party at my friend’s house.

It was another day, another boring class. I didn’t really care about anything that my Professor had to say.

“Ms. Williams?” my Professor asked and pulled my from my trance, “Would you like to explain the dicotomy of the protagonist and antagonist in the text?” I shook my head and stared down at my papers in shame. My Professor sighed, “So…”

By the time class ended, my brain was fried. I was ready to go; exhausted from “learning.” All I could think about was going home and taking a nap. I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and made my way to the door.

“Ms. Williams?”

I stopped in my tracks and rolled my eyes. I turned around on my heels and put on a fake smile, “Yes, Professor?” I made my way back towards him. I clutched the strap of my purse.

There was some guy from my class standing next to him who honestly looked like he couldn’t care less either. His shaggy hair fell into his eyes. He was wearing dark grey sweater. He always sat in the front of the class and texted people all through class. I had no idea why he could do that, but I couldn’t daydream.

My Professor seemed to be shuffling through papers, but he looked up for a moment and pointed to the tall boy next to him, “This is my aid, Liam. He is going to help you with your next paper. Maybe this will encourage you to pay more attention in class in the future, Ms. Williams.”

My eyes found Liam as he began to speak, “Hi, Sara, is it?”

I rolled my eyes, “Yeah.” I didn’t want him to have any impression that I was to enjoy any of his company.

“Alright then, be sure to exchange phone numbers so that you can plan to study together in the near future,” the Professor began to zip up his breif case and gave us a weak smile before heading out of the classrom and leaving me with Liam.

The Professor’s footsteps on the floor were the only sounds in the room. I refused to say a word.

Liam pursed his lips, “So,” he reached for his phone in his pocket, “Your number?” He offered his phone to me.

If I could roll my eyes any harder, I would have. I took his phone in my hand and quicky added my number to his contacts. My manicured fingers tapped against the screen. Liam held a slight smirk on his face.

“Can I go now?” I sighed. I was more than ready to go home.

Liam nodded, “I’ll text you later, Sar.”

“Sar?” I repeated, clearly confused and annoyed, but something deep inside me felt challenged.

“You don’t like it?”

I was caught a little bit speechless. I didn’t know what to say. On one hand, I wanted to rip his throat out and on the otmy hand, I wanted to push it farther. I opened my mouth to speak, but then thought otherwise and closed it. I bit my lip instead.

He chuckled, “I’ll see you.” He walked past me and left me with my confused thoughts. I watched him walk out of the classroom with that smug look on his face.

I changed my mind—I definitely wanted to rip his throat out.

When I finally gathered myself, I left the classroom. I guess this was going to be my life for the near future. I couldn’t fucking wait. I hated it. I tucked my hair behind my ear and sighed.

My walk to my dorm was uneventful. I didn’t see Krissy today, so I didn’t stop for coffee like usual; I went straight home.

As I put my key in the lock, my phone buzzed. My body became flooded with dread. I knew it was him. I unlocked the door and threw my bag onto my desk. I slipped my feet out of my wedges leaving them in the middle of the room. I held my phone up and nestled myself under the covers of my floral bedset.

Unknown Number

It was definitely him.

I opened the message:

How’s this afternoon? This is Liam by the way.

I rolled my eyes. He really wanted to get a move on with this, but I couldn’t care less. I pulled my covers over my head and screamed into them. This was going to be a long two weeks.

I pulled my phone out and responded to his message:

Is kicking and fighting okay?

I got a response almost instantly:

Only if you’re okay with beyoğlu escort restraints.

I stared at my phone in shock. Who says things like that? I mentally shuddered. Liam was a strange guy.

I typed out reply:

What time?

I didn’t even want to give him the satisfaction of responding to what he said.

Liam didn’t repond immediately, so I opened my Instagram. Krissy was out with her boyfriend right now. They were on a date at a local park. I pursed my lipss as I double-tapped the post. As I was scrolling, I got a text message from Liam.

5:00 pm. 805 Bailey Way.

I thought 5:00 pm seemed a little late, but I realized I just wanted to get this done and over with. There was a mix of nervousness and unexplainable excitement in my stomach. So, I texted him back.

I’ll see you there.

I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was 4:45 pm. Panic coursed through me. I missed my afternoon class and I was about to be late to meet Liam to work on my essay. I mentally cursed myself as I jumped out of bed and quickly ran my hairbrush through my hair, smoothing the blonde strands out. I threw my bag on my shoulder and slipped my wedges on before literally running out of the door.

I tucked my hair behind my ear and pulled my phone out to get the address. It felt like an eternity to get to my car, but it was only a 7 minute drive. I shouldn’t have been too late. I figured that Liam would understand. I put my key in the ignition and reversed out of the parking spot. I let out a soft sigh.

I was a mess in more ways than one.

When I parked my car outside the grey house, it was 5:00 pm, but when I knocked on the door, it was 5:01 pm. I stood outside sheepishly with my bag on my shoulder, nervously tucking my hair behind my ears.

By the time Liam made it to the door, it was 5:05 pm. He slowly opened the door and had an mischevious look on his face that I couldn’t decipher. It both worried me and sent a rush through my body. I blamed the adrenaline rush I was still coming off.

“Hi,” I offered, feeling completely uncomfortable.

Liam seemed to see through my being, “You’re late.”

I hung my head in shame, “I fell asleep.”

He shook his head as he moved away from the door, inviting me inside. It was fairly dimly lit inside the house. I suddenly felt a sense of fear. Liam motioned for me to follow him into a room down the hall. I followed even though something told me that this wasn’t going to be a normal tutoring session.

“I like punctuality, Sara,” he said as we walked. He stole a glance at me before opening the bedroom door.

When we made it into the room, there was only a bed, a desk, two chairs and his laptop in the room. The closet was shut and everything looked pristine. It was unsettling. I sat down in one of the chairs and took my books out from my bag.

As I was distracted, I felt Liam’s hands find my shoulders and gently squeeze. I froze. Instead of panic, I felt excitement. His fingertips massaged into my flesh and I shut my eyes to hopefully prevent myself from showing any enjoyment.

I mumbled out weakly, “What are you doing?”

He leaned down and gently whispered into my ear, “I like punctuality, Sara. You were five minutes late.”

“I was one minute late—it took you four minutes to get to the door!” I said as I whipped my head around and I was met with his lips crashing against mine. I froze again.

He began kissing me. I didn’t fight back. I let myself fall into it. My body started to react and I knew I was in trouble. When the kiss ended, he calmly walked to the bedroom door and locked it. It felt as though the wind was knocked out of me. I wanted more, but I was also terrified of what he was going to do.

Liam sat down in the other chair, “It is your choice. I punish you now for your tardiness or I punish you later.” He looked at me with a calm and collected look on his face.

I just stared at him in shock, “Excuse me?”

He sighed and got up and made his way towards the closet. He pulled out a blindfold and offered it to me, “It is your choice.”

I was running on pure ardrenaline now. I bit my lip. Did he mean what I thought he meant? I almost choked on air. I didn’t know merter escort what to say. I was completely caught off guard. Part of me knew it was beyond crazy, but part of me really wanted to say yes. However, the way he worded it, I didn’t feel like I ultimately had a choice.

When I finally spoke, I caught myself saying, “Okay.”

He helped me stand up and then I felt a swift swat land on my ass. I was caught off guard and I didn’t know what to do. It was firm, purposeful and calculated. Four more quickly followed, each getting harder and harder. I could feel a welt forming on my ass.

“One for every minute you were late,” He smiled and nodded, “On the bed.” I blinked and he said it again more sternly, “Get on the bed.”

I did as he asked and when I was sitting on the bed, he gently placed the blindfold over my eyes. The fabric was soft and silky, sending shivers down my spine. He moved away from me and I worried about what he was going to do. I could hear him open the closet and shuffle through some things. I felt anticipation.

I crossed my legs as I could feel a growing wetness in my panties. This was crazy. I couldn’t believe what was actually happening. It was terrifying and exhilirating all at the same time. I wanted more.

When Liam returned to me, I felt him carefully remove my wedges. I could sustain on the way his fingertips felt brushing against my skin alone. I let out a soft gasp when what I assumed to be a soft rope being wrapped around my ankles. My legs involuntarily pulled away from him in response and he sighed before pulled my legs back straight towards him.

When he was done with my ankles, he pulled my hands out in front of me and began to tie them together as well. I bit my lip nervously.

Liam leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry, Sara. It won’t hurt too much.”

He ran his hand down my arm and left prickles in my skin. I opened my mouth to speak but thought better of it and closed my mouth. I clenched my thighs together and balled my fists. He tenderly guided me to lay down on the bed. I could feel my skirt inching up my legs and exposing my red lacy panties.

He chuckled, “Oh?” He lifted my skirt all the way, “Looks like someone is enjoys this more than she lets on.”

Liam began lifted my hands above my head and began tying the excess rope to the bed frame. When he was done, I couldn’t move my arms. He pulled my panties down my legs and left me exposed. The air was cold. He pushed my feet up causing me to spread my legs wide and giving him a full view. He began adding more rope to my knees. My knees were then tied to the sides of the bedframe. He tied my ankles to the bedframe too for added security. I felt completely at his mercy. Something about it was more exciting than anything else.

When he was done, he asked me, “Are you ready?”

I could barely move my head or really any of my limbs even though I gave a miserable attempt, “No…” The rope burned into my skin in a good way.

“Great,” he laughed to himself. There was a little bit of pride in his voice.

He retreated back to the closet and didn’t come back for a few minutes. I could hear him in the closet. When he came back, he peeled my shirt up under my chin and then gently reached behind my back and removed my strapless bra. The sensation of the fabric leaving my skin was tantalizing. I heard my bra hit the floor. My senses were heightened and every touch felt like intoxicating. Desire was begininnig to fully ignite from deep within me.

I was a mess in more ways than one.

He ran his fingertips down between my breasts and towards my navel, softly scratching me. He stopped short of my bunched up skirt and then pinched my nipple. I involuntairly let out a small moan and quickly shut my mouth. I had lost.

I lost this game. He had me where he wanted me in every way and he knew it now. I was broken. I relaxed my muscles and fell limply into the bed.

“Keep making those noises,” Liam said, sounding happy with himself.

He clamped his thumb and forefinger around my nipple and squeezed tightly. I gasped and a gutteral moan exited my mouth.

“Good girl.”

The next thing I knew, he was running a finger smoothly up and down the outside of my shaved pussy, caressing my form. I bucked güngören escort my hips forward and he quickly slid a finger inside me a bit too easily. I was literally dripping by this point.

After he pulled his finger out, there was a second or two of nothing before he leaned into my ear and whispered again, “You taste exceptional, Sara.”

Everything about him was so intelligently calculated and purposeful. He knew exactly what he was doing.

I could hear the telltale buzz of a vibrator being turned on. He applied it to my sex and lightly brushed it against my flesh. I bucked my hips forward as far as I possibly could, which wasn’t much at that point.

I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to feel him. I wanted him to fuck me.

“Fuck me,” I was already begging.

Liam chuckled, “Oh? Is that so?” He spread my vulva and placed the vibrator directly on my clit, applying pressure. My legs immediately began to fight the ropes and failing. I was shaking. I was gasping. I was so overwhelmed. “How’s that?” He removed the vibrator.

I forced out a desperate, “Yes…”

He applied the vibrator again, “What’s that?”

“It’s good!” I gasped.

“I thought you might say that.”

I heard the vibrator being turned off and the sound of his belt being unbuckled. I could hear him snap the belt. Before I knew it, he swatted the tops of my thighs with the belt. It stung. I let out a gasp. I was sure a mark would be left. Then he did it a second time. I let out a pained noise. My eyes burned. I could feel welts forming.

Liam shushed me, “It’s okay, I won’t do it again…yet.” He leaned down and kissed me passionately. He held onto my breasts, squeezing and fondling my nipples. It felt like an eternity. I never wanted it to end. He could keep me tied to the bed that forever and I wouldn’t mind.

When he released me, I heard his pants drop to the floor in a pile. The anticipation was killing me. I needed him inside me. He tied my ankles and let my feet free for easier access. Even with the rope gone, it felt like it was still there, lingering in my skin.

He got on the bed and on top of me. He ran his dick along my pussy, up and down until I started wiggling my hips slightly. Then he pushed inside me all at once, all the way. I let out a loud moan. He wraps his arms around me, beneathe my back, pulling me into him. He quickly found a rhythm, fucking me slow and purposeful.

I choked, “F-fuck me!”

Liam took the invitation and began to increase his speed, fucking me hard and fast. My muscles all tensed as the tingling sensation was growing inside me.

I wanted so badly to flip him over onto the bed and ride him. I wanted to tease him and fuck him to my heart’s content. I wanted to make him want me as much as I wanted him. I wanted to be his good little slut, fucking him until he came inside me. But there I was, tied to the bed, helpless and at his mercy.

Before I knew it, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was panting and struggling to catch my breath. Liam noticed this and pulled out to stop me, but it was too late. I let out an haggard moan and a pool of wetness poured out of me and into the sheets. It felt like my entire body was throbbing in ecstasy.

He pushed himself back into me and fucked me throughout the waves of my orgasm, making it last much longer. When I was finishing up, I felt his fingernails grip into my back and he let out a soft moan himself as he began to cum. He shot several hot loads into me before collapsing onto my body.

“Good girl,” he said breathlessly. He pulled the blindfold from my face.

His face was red and he was clearly exhausted. Sweat was dripping down his face. As he got up from me, I could see the red welts on my thighs. They looked angry and red. They’d probably bruise. I made a mental note not to wear a skirt or shorts for a while.

After he untied me from the bed, I noticed the rope marks on my skin. They were dark red and tender. I prayed that they wouldn’t bruise. I pulled my panties back up and hurried my bra back on.

Liam handed me a hairbrush, “Do you need this?”

I thankfully nodded and accepted the brush. I began brushing my hair as he wound up the rope and put it away. I handed him the brush back and slipped my wedges back on.

Once he had put everything away, he looked me directly in the eyes, “So, same time next week?”

I nodded and went to pack my bag up. I could barely walk in my wedges as I was heading out. When I got into my car, I tossed them into the passenger seat. I just sat there for a moment recounting everything… I turned my key in the ignition.

Krissy was going to love this story.

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He selected the ladle from the other utensils in the kitchen. It had a slender but firm handle that he could use. There was a slight curve to it but something told him that it would help him in what he was about to do.

“Send me a picture,” Juliet ordered him, her voice filled with excitement.

Turning the phone to the ladle, he took a quick picture of it. The utensil was as long as his forearm. Not that he had any intention of using its full length. Only the first few would assist.

“Seems like the perfect toy for you,” Juliet said as he made his way back to the couch. “At least, until you have some proper toys. Set the phone down onto the table. Put me on speaker.”

He did as she told him to, sitting down with the kitchen utensil in hand. His fingers ran along the firm plastic, his eyes wandering to the tip. It was blunt, about the width of his thumb, not like the more rounded tip of Juliet’s toy. He thought about the realistic shape of it and how good it felt inside of him. It was such an experience, he was tempted to go out and find the nearest sex shop to buy one tonight.

“How do I get it ready for me?” He asked, looking down at it. “I don’t have any lubricant.”

“Saliva works well in a pinch,” Juliet said. “Go on, spit on it and rub it in.”

Spitting into his palm, he began to rub his saliva into the first six inches of the plastic handle. It was quickly coated, shining in the half-light coming through the window. He spat twice more into his hand, getting it as wet as he possibly could.

“It should be ready now,” Juliet’s voice seemed to be getting more excited by the moment. “Lay on your side. Lift up one leg and hold it. Rub some spit into the rim of etiler escort your ass.”

He was at her mercy. There was not even the slightest feeling in his mind to question her. Only follow her orders. Another glob of saliva was spat onto his fingers as he laid out on the couch. His wet fingers slipped between the firm, round cheeks of his ass and pressed against his backdoor. He moaned out, biting down on his bottom lip. It was the first time he had ever touched himself like this. His fingers carefully traced along the rim of his ass, massaging the saliva into his skin carefully. He couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

“Do you have anything inside of you yet?” Juliet said.

“Not yet, Mistress,” He said, panting softly. “Just preparing myself some more.”

“Better hurry,” She said. “I’m rubbing myself listening to you. You want to please me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” He breathed without hesitation.

Bringing the wet handle between his cheeks, he began to rub it up and down against his wet asshole. He let out another soft moan, one that was followed by Juliet moaning over the phone.

“I love to hear you moan like that,” She whispered. “Come on. Push it inside of you.”

He slowly began to apply pressure, his grasp tight on the handle of the ladle. The blunt end of it pressed against the wrinkled skin of his asshole and began to push inside. He moaned out hard, gritting his teeth. There was still a slight discomfort to the sensation of penetrating himself. It was something that had made it so difficult the first time. Juliet had certainly made it easier. Now, by himself, even with her on the phone, there was a certain challenge.

“Get bağcılar escort it past the rim,” Juliet instructed. “Come on, my toy. I know you can do it.”

Applying more pressure, he felt the blunt end of the toy slip inside of him. His face was already coated in sweat. He felt so full. The plastic handle of the ladle hadn’t hit where he needed to yet. His member was still throbbing relentlessly. If he didn’t relieve the pressure soon, he was going to have to disobey his Mistress. He did not like the concept of failing her. Moaning softly, he began to work handle in and out of himself, leg shaking, trying to push past the discomfort.

“Listen to me carefully, my toy,” Juliet said over the phone. “Focus on my voice. The pleasure will come soon. You just have to push it in deeper. If you need to, slick it up some more. You’ll be hitting your prostate soon enough.”

The soothing tones of her erotic voice helped calm him. His aching, dripping cock was leaking onto the couch. Another inch of the handle inside of him and he felt it hit home. His prostate was being nudged by the blunt end of the plastic handle. Just as it made contact, a bead of precum formed at the tip of his member and began to leak down onto the couch. He watched it slowly descend, panting softly.

“I hit it,” He said.

“Good,” Juliet said, her voice filled with desire. “Now, abuse it.”

He began to work the makeshift toy back and forth slowly. As it was pushed in deep, the end of it nudged his prostate and forced out more precum from his aching cock. Each time, it was accompanied by a deep moan pulled from his chest. Juliet was moaning topkapı escort herself over the phone, fingering herself deeply as she listened to her toy. Slowly, the beads of precum turned into a milkier cum, drizzling along his shaft.

“Fuck,” He panted. “I’m starting to milk out real cum.”

“Keep going,” She practically begged. “Fuck yourself until you’re drained dry.”

Each time the end of the handle struck his prostate, he let out a soft moan and more cum leaked from his cock. It was such a strange sensation. He wasn’t exactly cumming but cum was leaking from his cock. His eyes were locked on the tip of his round cock head, watching each drop of precum run down the shaft or drip down onto the couch.

“That’s it,” She said to him over the phone, sounding quite satisfied. “Milk out every last drop.”

Juliet’s voice wormed its way through his ears and right into his brain. He had to obey. The thrusts with the makeshift toy slowly began to become aggressive. Strikes against his prostate were firm and quick, each one forcing out another thick bead of cum from his member. Sweat coated every muscle of his tense body, his legs shaking each time the handle pressed inside of him. Time lost all meaning to him. Juliet kept egging him on until he heard her yawn.

“Is it that late already?” Juliet said. “I think you’ve done enough, you horny slut.”

He reached over to his phone with a trembling hand and picked it up. 10 PM. It had been roughly three hours since he started fucking himself with the ladle. Where did the time go? Withdrawing the handle of the ladle, he breathed hard. He was a sweaty, sticky mess, lying back to catch his breath on the couch. Yeah, there was no doubt it was going to leave a pretty bad stain on the couch.

“Thank you, Mistress,” He panted.

“I think you’ll need to make a shopping trip stop on your way home from work tomorrow,” Juliet said with a giggle.

He looked at his phone. “What kind of shopping trip?”

“To the sex shop, of course! I know just the place.”

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Day 5 – The Train Ride…His ‘Whore’ for the Day

Kaitlin and Andrew both woke up early the next morning to the blare of the alarm. Her Master had wanted an early start to what he had planned for the day and had set it the night before. Pulling her toward him now, he reached around her to shut it off. Lowering his mouth to hers he kissed her good morning. She sighed contentedly against him as she returned his kiss.

He forced her mouth open with his tongue and sucked on hers as he placed his hand on her mound. Pushing the lips apart, his fingers sought her clit as she moaned against him. Roughly he rubbed the little nub as she felt herself respond to his touch. She could tell from his actions and the lack of conversation between them he wanted her hard and fast this morning. It wasn’t gentle lovemaking he was seeking but the desire to fuck her hard and she responded accordingly.

He lowered his head to her nipple biting down on it as she lay beneath him. Only his mouth on hers and him sucking her tongue kept her from screaming aloud as he thrust a finger inside her gauging her wetness for him. Satisfied she was wet enough to take him, he pulled her on top of him and forced her down on his hard cock, plunging into her cunt. With his hands on her hips, he set the tempo on how he wanted her to fuck him and she complied. He lay there beneath her as she began to ride his hard cock, clenching him inside her.

“Pull apart my cunt for me baby and stroke my clit”, he ordered.

She did as he instructed, searching for the little bud and finding it, began to stroke it as she moved up and down his shaft with his hands on her waist. She had found out in their time together her Papa liked watching her masturbate for him, liked watching her own fingers stroking ‘his’ clit and pushing in and out of ‘his’ cunt. She did things with this man that she had never dreamed she would do before. She was unable to deny him anything, the hold he had on her was that strong.

“Harder little one. Fuck me harder”, he ordered.

With his hands guiding her, she increased her movements as her cunt sheathed him. She was wet enough now for the sounds to echo through the quiet room as she moved up and down his hard shaft. Rising above him and then slamming down her cunt on him, her butt hitting his pubis. His hands grabbed her ass now as she stroked him harder. Her own body was responding to the desperate way she was being fucked this morning, the way her Papa was using his cunt for his pleasure.

She felt him go stiff as the first spurts of hot cum were felt inside her. He groaned as he filled her womb and with his hand on top of hers rubbed harder on her clit, demanding she have her own release. Pulling hard on the nipple that still bore his teeth marks, he ordered her to cum now for him. That was all the coaxing she needed and she felt her own orgasm race through her body. She fell across his chest as her body convulsed over him, his cock still buried inside her.

“Good morning baby”, he said with a grin in his voice.

She rose a little from her position and leaned down to kiss him on his lips. “Good morning to you too Papa”, she said laughing. Swatting her butt he told her they had no time to dawdle this morning.

Grabbing her hand he pulled her up with him as he arose from the bed. “Go take your shower my pet while I lay out your clothes and fix me some tea,” he said as he bent down and kissed her forehead. “We are going to take the train downtown since that is our destination this morning. It should be crowded this time of day and I think you remember our discussion from quite some time ago what I want you to do for me.”

“Yes Papa I remember, but I never dreamed you would be there watching”, she said with a smile on her lips now.

He had professed a desire a while back for her to tease and flirt with a stranger on a train ride. At that point the train service in her area was barely getting started but as gas prices rose and construction continued on one of the major highways of the city, more and more commuters opted to use the train service each day. At times it could be so crowded it was standing room only on the ride to downtown and for this particular idea of Andrew’s that would work perfectly.

As she showered, she wondered what her Papa would make her wear today. Not that it truly mattered because she would wear whatever he selected, but there was nothing in her wardrobe that she could think of that would entice men the way she knew her Papa wanted her to from their talks online so many months before. She soon found out however when she left the shower toweling herself dry and entered her bedroom.

On the bed was the garter belt she had worn the first night they met but the articles of clothing beside it she had never seen before and realized Andrew had purchased them for her with this ‘scene’ in mind. The hose were sheer black stockings and she looked forward to the feel of the silk on her legs. The black skirt beside it was just a scrap of material indicating it was extremely çapa escort short, much shorter than anything she had ever owned or wore. The white silk top beside it was rather sheer she could tell from glancing at it.

She bit down on her lip and realized her Papa intended for her to be his ‘slut’ today and she was to be dressed accordingly. As usual, there was no bra or panties in sight and she was going to look more provocative than she had ever looked before. Without him ‘making’ her, she knew she would never have been able to wear those clothes before her. Color infused her cheeks as she realized what she was allowing him to make her do. There was no way she could deny him anything though so she dropped the towel and began dressing.

“I want you to wear more make up than you normally do baby. And I also want you to use the rouge makeup for your nipples that I have provided you”, he ordered in a no nonsense tone.

“Dear God”, she thought to herself. “I am going to look like a whore”. She knew that was his intention though and she nodded her acquisition as she replied to him, “Yes Papa”.

She sat down at her dressing table only clad in the garter belt and stockings as Andrew left the room to take his own shower. As she made up her face using a heavier hand than normal, she let her thoughts wander to what was soon to transpire. She wondered to herself just how she was going to be able to handle this and ‘perform’ for her Papa the way he desired.

Even though it had been quite some time since these particular fantasies had been discussed with Andrew, she remembered them all in full detail. She hadn’t been able to do it for him before because at the time the train to downtown was relatively new and the idea just wasn’t feasible, but she could now see it working just the way he had wanted back then. The difference now was that he would be right here watching and she was to entice a strange man with her Master as an audience.

She absently rubbed the rouge into her pale nipples making them darker knowing that was what Andrew wanted, for another man to be able to see her breasts and nipples through the silk blouse. Finishing her make up she stood to get dressed. She had no idea but her Papa was silently watching her as she donned the clothes he had selected for her. She pulled the lovely silk blouse on and slowly fastened the buttons. She left the top three undone knowing that was what Andrew would want.

She stood before her mirror above her dresser looking at her image before her. The nipples were very obvious in the somewhat see through blouse, much more so with the rouge than they would have been without it applied. Her nipples were rather pale in their natural state and the makeup enhanced them so they could clearly be seen. They hardened as she observed herself, her body giving away to the lust she felt doing this for her Papa. Her mind might be rebelling somewhat but her body was telling her it excited her to be ‘made’ to do what her Master wanted.

She reached for the skirt and pulled it up her hips. The bottom of the skirt barely covered the tops of her hose and the garter belt and she knew then when she sat down for whatever reason, they would show. Just the tops granted, but they would definitely be seen by anyone observing. Without even being told she knew how Andrew would want her hair and now bent over with her hairbrush to brush it from the underside adding volume to her long tresses. It would give her that tousled “I just rolled out of bed’ look that she was sure Andrew would want for the image he was trying to project of her today.

Standing back up she was startled to see Andrew before her now. Seeing the look on his face though she could tell she met with his approval. He handed her 3-inch heels to her and she slipped them on her feet. The night she and Andrew had met for the first time she had been sexy for him but this went beyond that. This outfit screamed ‘fuck me’ to anyone that was to see her. The first night she was provocative but she now really did look like a slut like he had obviously intended. He wanted other men to want to fuck his baby, for them to see her as slutty as possible. He had no intention of letting anyone they might meet on the train fuck her today, this scene was strictly for her to tauntingly tease any man that saw her. He would be right there to protect her so nothing would happen to her but it was his desire for her to be a whore today. He was getting semi hard again just looking at her body clad in the clothes he had chosen for her. He had dressed himself while she was getting ready and they were now ready to leave.

He took her arm and led her out the door toward the bus stop that would take them to the train station. With only a short wait because of the time of day it was, soon a bus pulled up and they got on. He had her sit in the front seat that faced outward as he went a few rows back to sit behind her and observe.

There was a man sitting across from her and as she sat down the fatih escort skirt did pull up like she had feared it would and when she crossed her legs the man got a peek at her bare pussy. That part had not dawned on Kaitlin but it had Andrew and he closely watched the man’s reaction to his baby. The man’s eyes traveled up and down her mentally stripping the women before him as he winked at her. Kaitlin knew how her Papa expected her to behave and she smiled back at the man casually wetting her lips with her tongue. She glanced at the man’s crotch and saw he had become hard just looking at her. Even in her embarrassment at how she was dressed, it gave her a thrill to know she was responsible for that and felt her own body responding. If the man also got off at the train stop perhaps he would be the candidate for her seduction ‘scene’ for her Master.

She changed positions and re-crossed her legs unknowingly once again giving the man another view of her cunt. Andrew watched with amusement at the man practically salivating over his precious baby. The man was now smiling widely at Kaitlin with obvious want on his face as he asked her name. She gave him a fictitious name and asked his, openly flirting with him now. They made small talk as Andrew watched from his vantage point. Shortly the bus pulled up to the train station and the passengers alighted to catch the train. The man was now close behind her not wanting to let this creature out of his sight. Her Master followed them both never indicating that he was with her as he allowed this scene to unfold.

Sure enough, the train was crowded when they got on and it was standing room only. They moved toward the back holding on to overhead straps to keep from falling as the train took off. The motion caused Kaitlin’s skirt to pull up some and her lovely legs were on display. The man was right behind he and in the crush of bodies Kaitlin moved closer to him. Her butt was now almost up against his crotch and he moved closer to her.

When she didn’t back away he moved closer still and she could feel his hard cock against her bottom. When she once again didn’t object, he reached out to caress her ass as the train pulled into the underground tunnel beneath the freeway of the city. Raising her skirt a little, she felt his hand on her bare ass. When she still didn’t object and because of the vast amount of people on the train and he knew it was highly unlikely anyone else could see, he reached under her and stroked her shaved mound.

She could hear his breathing deepen as she allowed him to stroke her Papa’s cunt with a smile on her face for the man she knew was watching her every move and would be there to take care of her if the need arose. She reached behind her and casually let her hand stroke the man’s cock through his trousers. She heard his sharp intake of breath as he slipped a finger inside her damp cunt. As the train glided beneath the city the man started fucking her with his finger as she rubbed his bulging cock. Her pussy clenched his finger inside her as he moaned softly. Faster he moved his finger in and out of her and Kaitlin let her body go, somehow knowing this was what her Master wanted and desired. As the train raced through the city she came for this man but more importantly for her Papa. The man, who had told her that his name was Greg, felt her juices spurt and coat his finger as his cock ached beyond belief for this woman before him.

Presently though the train came out of the tunnel and he quickly withdrew his finger. Holding it up to his nose he inhaled her aroma. Leaning down he whispered in her ear he wanted to fuck her so much. She told him she wanted him too and he asked for her telephone number. Sticking with using a fake name, the number she gave him wasn’t hers either but he wouldn’t know that yet. The stop she and Andrew had agreed upon earlier was coming up and she told the man that although she hated to she had to get off now. The doors slid open and she headed to the exit as she turned back to look at the man and licking her lips. With a slight wave with her fingers, she mouthed to the man to ‘call me’ and stepped out onto the sidewalk. She stood there as the train took off and soon felt her Papa’s arms around her waist. She turned to him and raised her face up to him the unspoken question was in her eyes.

He pulled her tightly against him and begun briskly walking down the sidewalk away from the station. Kaitlin had no idea if she had pleased him or not with her actions under his directions with the man on the train. She so desperately wanted him to answer her unspoken questions but prudently waited for him to say something, anything to let her know. She walked briskly with him to keep up with his long stride, her very high heels making it slightly difficult but knew better than to complain.

Presently they reached what appeared to be a deserted alleyway between buildings and he abruptly turned in pulling her along side him. She was quite perplexed wondering just what they were doing aksaray escort here but firmly kept her thoughts to herself. All of a sudden she felt him dragging her behind a close by dumpster and he twirled her roughly around pushing her face forward into it the receptacle.

He quickly lifted her skirt and smacked her bare bottom with his open palm. She flinched but didn’t cry out with the unexpected torture to her ass. Kaitlin felt him spreading her cheeks apart and roughly shoving a finger into her wet cunt that was still dripping from cumming on the train ride. With his other hand he grabbed hold of her luxurious hair snapping her head back against him. If it had been anyone but her beloved Papa, she would have been petrified and as it was she was still somewhat frightened of his actions and rough handling of her.

“You’re my dirty little slut aren’t you baby?” Andrew growled into her ear. “You wanted that man to fuck you didn’t you whore? You wanted to feel his hard cock buried deep inside MY cunt didn’t you?” As if to underline his words and their meaning, he cupped her bare pussy with his large hand.

“No Papa,” she stammered to him with tears building in her eyes. “I was only doing what you told me to, only following your orders.”

“You’re lying baby, not only to me but to yourself. You wanted him to fuck you hard. You wanted him to ram his hard cock in your dripping pussy until you came. You didn’t care who was watching, that was how badly you wanted it.” Andrew said with his head close to her ear.

Kaitlin was momentarily speechless not knowing what to think about what her Master was saying. But deep inside herself she knew he was right and she turned 100 shades of red realizing just how well he knew her and all her dirty little secrets. As if from a distance, she heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper being lowered and felt his engorged penis up against her bare butt.

She gasped when she realized what he meant to do to her in this public place but remained still and not struggling in his hard grasp. In one swift thrust his hard shaft was deep inside her very moist cunt. She was shaking her head side to side as if to say no she did not want this but Andrew knew better. He knew her far better than she had yet realized or accepted.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it slut? To be fucked senseless from behind by that man on the train. You wanted to feel his cock thrusting in and out you like this didn’t you my little whore?” he bellowed menacingly in her ear loud enough for only her to hear.

“No Papa, I swear to you I didn’t. I was only doing what you asked of me. Please believe me,” she begged with tears streaming down her face.

“Baby we both know you’re lying. You wanted it so bad, just like I am doing to you now.” Andrew said as he plunged in and out of her fuck hole.

Kaitlin felt her body’s betrayal as she found herself pushing back against him as his throbbing cock moved in and out of her cunt. She felt her muscles involuntarily clutching him to her as her juices seeped out of her steaming hot pussy. For a moment neither one of them spoke as her Master fucked her hard, fucked her like the whore she was for him and her realizing just how right he had been and how much she wanted to be fucked, how much she enjoyed being his slut.

“I’m going to ask you one more time baby,” he said slamming into her repeatedly. “Tell your Master the truth. Tell me how much my slut wanted this.”

With her voice trembling and her cunt clenching him tighter, she managed to gasp out the words they both knew had been the truth all along. “Yes Master. Your dirty little whore wants to be fucked, needs to be fucked like the slut I am.” With finally admitting that she gave herself over to this moment between them and ground her ass against him, without words showing him how much she needed what he was doing to her.

Andrew’s large hands encircled her waist as he fucked her hard and fast, grunting as he repeatedly slammed in and out of her. Her right hand seemed to have a mind of it’s own as she lowered it to rub her clit as he fucked her grunting along with him. Her eyes darkened with passion as she felt the climax building inside her. Her Master furiously pushed his throbbing shaft in and out of her ever-increasing wetness. One corner of her mind fleeting thought of what she was fast becoming for this man deep inside her, but she truly didn’t care as he branded her body with his prick.

She had never really thought of herself as a ‘whore’ or a ‘slut’ because although she had several lovers over the years, the affairs had always been discrete. She had pretty much kept that part of her life very private reflecting her persona of how she was raised by her parents in a small town. In the short time she and Andrew had been together this week, they had done far more in sexual exploits than she would ever have dreamed possible.

Andrew’s movements jerked her mind back to the now of what was transpiring between them, him fucking her like a dog in heat. Fucking her in public with her skirt pulled up around her waist and anybody that happened to turn and walk down the deserted alley towards them would have seen immediately what was happening. Her face was contorted with the animalistic nature of the act between them and she grunted in rhythm to his repeated thrusts in and out of her cunt.

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Dedicated with love and loyalty to my Master, Sir Maxim Brynn.

*****

The afternoon sun creeping across the quilt, from the bottom of the bed up to her sleepy face, caused her to stir. Her hand batted at the bedside table until she felt the cell phone in her grasp. Opening just one eye, she peered at the time. Two pm…she jumped out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom with thoughts of her Master’s arrival swirling in her mind. Standing under the hot stream of water as she worked the vanilla scented shampoo through her long thick tresses, she imagined him there with her. Closing her eyes to picture him more clearly, she saw him standing naked before her with the soap in hand. The trembling girl could almost feel his strong hands, well lathered, gliding over her ample breasts. She moaned softly as her Master in her mind turned his slippery thumb in circles round her hardening nipples. Opening her eyes to look down at her peaks, she was not surprised to find them hard, perky and pointing outward. The affect he had on her was intense at all times. Even the thought of him aroused her fully and made her yearn to drop to her knees.

“Soon” she thought “very soon, my beloved Master will be here.” Toweling off, she avoided more than a pat between her legs with the terry cloth, not wanting to make herself more excited before he arrived. He wished her orgasms to be for him. Sometimes, he let her have the freedom to cum without him. She’d found though that she never enjoyed it nearly as well without him. Besides, her Master was a good man, the best she’d ever known. He deserved to have her all. Every little moan and whimper should be for the man who commanded and inspired her lust. As she pinned the little braids to the back of her hair, she heard the car pull into the driveway. A little whimper escaped her lips. Every inch of her body suddenly became weak and hot. Between her legs the delicious familiar ache intensified, accompanied by a rush of heat. The ringing phone on the bathroom counter startled her. She looked from the phone, to her sexy little strappy outfit, back to the phone. “It must be him” she thought, reaching quickly for the phone. Seeing his face on the screen, she grinned, rocking on her heels like an excited girl getting a call from her crush.

“Hello, Master!” The joy in her voice could not be contained.

“Bitch, are you dressed?” He growled into the phone.

“N-no, Master. I’ve washed, but I hadn’t dressed yet.”

“My sweet sexy bitch is completely naked in there?” His thick southern drawl and obvious pleasure at finding that she hadn’t covered herself yet brought her quickly back to her smiling excited state. “Bitch, MY bitch…come to the window. Bring your toys.”

Snatching the little box from the stand beside her bed, she rushed obediently to the window while popping her ear buds into the phone to keep both hands free to do his bidding. For a brief second the word “neighbors” popped into her mind. She quickly shoved it aside. What Master wishes, Master gets. If that seriously old man across the street is peeking, so be it. Pushing the curtains aside, she looked down toward his car below. She could just barely see the outline of her gorgeous Master at this distance but his voice was clear in her ears.

“There’s my beautiful bitch. Clothespins, precious girl..one on each nipple.”

“Yes, Master” his girl eagerly reached into her box of toys, grabbing batman escort two blue pins. Without hesitation, she clamped them fully round each nipple, gasping loudly. “Like that, Master?” She gasped, her nipples tingling and burning hot.

“Good girl.” The pleasure in his voice immediately made her clit throb. “Now, another on each side of each nipple, on the areola. Use the white ones.” Her hand thrust quickly back into the box, gathering four white clothespins. Not for one second did she concern herself with why he wanted white. He did. That was enough to know. Clasping each pin hard onto a good bit of the pink bumpy flesh, she looked down to the car again, smiling as sweetly as ever at him.

“What a good bitch, you are.” His voice was low, deep and lusty. She thought her knees would betray her. Somehow, trembling as she was, she managed to stay standing. “Whore, stand on your little stool. I want to see your cunt.” This time, she did briefly think about the old man across the road, but only for a split second. Using her foot to drag the little stool over so her Master would still see her at all times, she stepped up onto it, flashing the world a view of her smooth freshly shaved mound. She’d left the little strip over her slit as her Master preferred. “Mmmmmm, my sexy bitch. Who’s whore are you?”

“Master,” she positively cooed, “I am your dirty little whore, only yours.” She smiled, seeing the vague outline of his body shift behind the car window as he seemed to sit up proudly. “Yours Master, your bitch, your whore, your hungry cum slut.” The last she followed with a lick of her lips. He could see her perfectly. She knew this well. A set of binoculars had been given to him as a gift by his sub for just such occasions. Standing in the window with his hungry eyes upon her, she felt beautiful and bold. Knowing he would appreciate it, she cupped her tits in her hands, lifting them up.

“Sweet bitch. Are you always thinking of how to make your Master happy?”

“Yes, Master, always.” She smiled again.

“And…why do you do this?” He asked.

“You are my sun and my stars, Master. You are the center of my universe. Your pleasure, is my pleasure. All that I am, truly, belongs to you.” She heard him groan, a deliciously pleased and aroused groan that set her body tingling with desire. “How may I please you now, beloved Master?”

“Rub your clit for me, whore. Nice and slow.”

“Yes Master, as you wish, Master.” Slipping her hand slowly down over her abdomen, then cupping her mound, she pressed one finger between her folds, rubbing in soft circles round and round her aching little button. She whimpered repeatedly, with ragged breathing into the phone.

“Harder, slut, you work that cunt HARDER. I want your little toy inside you too and turn it on…NOW BITCH.”

His raised strong voice made her eager to follow his commands quickly. “YES MASTER!” She screamed, moaning with intense pleasure as she thrust the three inch rubbery purple vibrator into her slick folds, clicking the end with one finger to turn it on. She rubbed her throbbing clit furiously with the moistened fingertips of her other hand. Below her, from inside the car, her Master rubbed his hard cock slowly through his pants, watching her face distort as her arousal grew and grew.

“STOP!” He barked the command into her mind through the ear buds. Immediately yalova escort ceasing, she gave a mournful little whimper but offered no protest. “Good girl, that’s my sweet bitch.” He praised. “Now, go stand by the bed. Remove the clothes pins. I want you to bend over, hands on the mattress, legs apart, ass aimed at the door. You will NOT touch. You will NOT MOVE, not a fucking inch. Do you understand me whore?”

Already halfway to the bed to do as instructed, she spoke softly ‘Yes, Master. I understand you.’Positioning herself, she heard the line go silent. The minutes ticked away. Five, ten, fifteen. She did not move. With the silence, her mind began to wander. She imagined his delicious cock in front of her face, hard and proud. Her eyes closed and her tongue passed over her lips. A wall of cool air hit her between the legs as the door opened and closed, almost inaudibly. Oh how she wanted to turn her head to look at him, but she stayed completely still except for the trembling of her legs. Again, she waited for what seemed an eternity. The long low moan had almost entirely escaped her lips before her brain registered the tongue pushing between her drenched folds. She fought to keep her body positioned exactly as he’d commanded. The desire to push back against his face was overwhelming. With every thrust of his tongue into her aching cunt, his soft silky hair brushed her ass cheeks. Her whimpers became more and more needful, to the point of crazed. At the moment her pleasure built to a devastatingly high peak, the tongue was gone. She waited, dripping, throbbing, aching with desire…and waited…and waited. The door behind her opened and closed with a click. She was so very tempted to stretch her legs, but held herself still.

It happened all at once. The sharp crack of his hand across her ass echoed through the room and burned her flesh. In the same moment, his cock drove deep into her silky wet folds. She bit into her lip, tossing her head back and squeezing her self tight around him. His fingers in her hair, pulling her roughly back toward him, had been anticipated. God, she wanted to look at him. Again, his hand cracked across her ass on the other side. Each slap seemed to match the thrusts of his cock…faster…harder…mmmmmmmmm harder. She whimpered hard at the delicious feeling of his full balls slapping against her as he pounded away.

“Master” she cried out frantically “Master please, please may I cum?”

His reply was to pull his cock free, grabbing her by the hips to toss her over onto her back. He lifted her feet onto his shoulders. Tilting her head down, she found herself licking her lips at the vision of his proud hard cock, glistening with her juices, before it disappeared back into her, filling her sweetly as he rocked gently in and out. With one hand he reached down to cup her breast, kneading the flesh roughly. His fingers pinched her nipple, twisting it roughly to the right and pulling it outward at the same time. She gasped, the tender pink flesh still burning from the clothespins earlier. Moving his hand to her other tit, with an even harder grip and twist, he slipped the fingers of his free hand between her lower lips to pinch her clit gently between his fingers. Pushing his shaft all the way inside her, continuing to assault her tits, he growled at her “Whose bitch are you?”

“Your bitch, Master. I am yours.” She managed to whimper the words ordu escort out.

The tortured look in her big blue eyes only fueled his desire to keep her on edge. “Tell me all of it, whore. Every word.” He demanded sternly, as his fingers began to rub her clit fast in circles that rose her arousal level to critical heights.

She squeezed her hot velvety folds tight around his cock, gasping loudly when he hit her in just the right spot with his swollen head. “M-Master…I am your devoted bitch. I am your dirty filthy whore.” He slapped both her tits hard when she paused, eliciting a gasp from her lips. “.your whore, my lord Master..and…and mmmmmmmmmm your hungry little cum slut.” She licked her lips deliberately, gazing into her eyes with the faintest smile on her pink glossed lips. Another wave of molten heat flowed through her, washing over her Master’s cock as she said the words to him. Wriggling beneath him she begged once more “Please…please MASTER PLEASE…let your whore cum, oh please, I want to cum on your cock Master, Master, Master…” He adored hearing her near delirious pleas for release.

Grabbing her hard nipples, one in each hand, he yanked and twisted them cruelly, pulling them up so hard he nearly lifted her torso off the mattress. “Bitch…”

“Yes, Master?” she sounded so hopeful.

“You’re so pretty baby.” His voice was full of love with a good dose of amusement. “Bitch?”

“Yes…Master?” Bless her, there was still hope in her eager reply.

“I love you my precious girl. Bitch?”

Releasing and squeezing herself around him, over and over, she gave him her sweetest smile. “Yes, my lord Master?”

Cupping her ass cheeks with his hands, he lifted her up tight against him. “Bitch, CUM!”

The sweet ache between her thighs exploded instantly. Her cum gushed around him spilling out onto her inner thighs as her orgasm rippled down the length of his throbbing shaft. She writhed, bucked and whimpered “Master…Master…mmmmmmmmmm Master.” He wanted to cum in that volatile little cunt of hers but he’d already decided to give her her favorite reward for her good behavior. As she settled back onto the bed, still gasping for a hold on reality and catching her breath, he withdrew. “You know what I want, slut.”

“Master, yes Sir, Master” she turned her body round, lying on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the bed. Looking up, she watched eagerly as his cock, still glazed with her nectar, descended to her lips. He held the back of her head in his hands, and drove his cock into her throat. He held himself there until she finally gagged, then fucked her face nearly as hard as he’d fucked her cunt. Her tongue danced around and along his shaft desperately as it slid in and out, in and out. Her hands raised to her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples for him. Deep hungry moans raised up in her throat, vibrating his cock. She felt him throbbing against her tongue.

“Does my slut want to drink her Master’s seed?” he growled again.

With her mouth full of his length, she could only manage “mmmhmm! Mmmmmm”

He pushed forward, burying the seeping head in her throat. With a primal roar that filled the room, he exploded. Her lips closed tight around him to hold every precious drop safely in her mouth. She cooed again, humming and whimpering, drinking him up with her eyes closed and a blissful expression on her face. His fingers caressed her cheeks as he slid himself free of her lips once more. She’d done a wonderful job of sucking him clean. “Aren’t you a good bitch?” He asked as he lay down beside her, pulling her onto his chest. She smiled, laying her head on his shoulder. “I love you, my precious bitch.”

“I love you, Master.”

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I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I stood there, looking at the cell phone. Naked. Scared. And aroused.

A stranger was going to knock on this motel door any moment now. A stranger, and I was going to let him have my mouth, my pussy, my ass. No condoms. Nothing. I will do whatever he asks. I will do it because that is what Daniel wants. And, it was turning out, that whatever Daniel wants was what I wanted too.

I was giving—no, I had given myself to Daniel and I felt more alive than ever. No more dreary job, boring friends, boring life. I was doing something. Really doing something. I felt the gritty carpet on my bare feet. I felt a bit of a chill. I went to the bathroom to quickly clean myself up.

There was a quiet knock on the door. I walked over, naked. I put my hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and opened it.

The man stared at me for a moment, and then he stepped inside. I closed the door behind him and before I could turn around his hand was on my ass. He gave me a good squeeze.

“That’s nice honey. I like a woman who looks like a real woman.” He gave me another squeeze. “Your boss, he ah, he told you what I want.”

I turned around and looked him in the eye. “Yes sir, he did.”

“Good, your boss told me you were very obedient.”

“Yes sir.”

“Good.”

Once again, it was easier once I got started. He looked me up and down, slowly. I sank down to my knees in front of him. I was looking straight karabük escort ahead at the bulge in his pants.

“Go ahead honey.”

I reached forward and rubbed his cock through his pants. I could feel it hardening. It wasn’t all the way there yet. I undid his belt and opened his pants. I rubbed him through his briefs. He was getting much harder now. I started to pull down his pants, but the man stopped me.

“Just a sec, hon. Let me make this easier.” And he walked over and sat down on the bed. He took of his shoes and socks. Soon he was naked. He was in his forties. He had a bit of a gut and he was a little soft all over. It was a funny contrast to his penis poking up from his lap. He lay back on the bed, but he kept his feet on the ground. “Come here honey, kneel between my legs and lick my balls.”

I walked over, knelt between his legs, and started to lick his soft, fuzzy little balls. It tickled. This was kind of fun.

“Take them in your mouth.”

I did. He liked that.

“Now I want you to rub me with those titties of yours. Rub my cock with them.”

I rised up, put my hands on the bed and slowly ran my tits along his cock. I could see a little trail of precum on my left breast. He reached down and grabbed my tits. He started to squeeze harder.

“These are nice.” He kept squeezing. This was hurting. “Does that hurt hon? I hope it hurts a little. You’re real nice, osmaniye escort but I like ‘em to be a little scared of me.”

With that he let go of my breasts, grabbed the back of my head and jammed me down on his cock. It plunged into my mouth. I choked a little. Then I caught my breath. He kept pumping my head up and down. Then he threw my face off of him and he grabbed my thigh. “Let’s see what you got babe.” He pulled my leg over his face and now I was straddling him with my hands on the bed beside his knees. He plunged his face up into my pussy. I could feel his whiskers scratching my thighs. He licked frantically. A couple of times his chin would bump up into my clit, and that felt good, but mostly I felt a bit silly squatting there. I kept thinking of the previous guy’s come. I hope I washed well enough.

Then he started licking my ass. That felt good and I leaned back into him. He stuck his tongue right in. I liked it. He grabbed my hips and started pumping me in and out. I reached down and grabbed his cock, but he immediately pulled my hand away. He kept pumping me on his face.

Next he put both hands on my ass and slid me down so that I was straddling his cock. He slipped easily inside me. I started pumping up and down. One of his thumbs pushed at my anus, and then popped inside as I rode him. It felt good. I felt hot.

Then he slipped his other thumb inside my ass. That was a tighter marmaris escort fit, but I still liked it. I kept riding him. He began to really pull my ass apart with his thumbs. I grunted and slowed down.

“Keep it up babe. Your ass is mine. Isn’t it?” He pulled a little harder.

I grunted. “Yes sir.” I kept fucking him.

After a bit of this he pushed me forward. I fell right of the edge of the bed. He stood up over me. “Don’t move bitch. Here I come.” My ass was sticking up, my face was pressed on the ground.

He grabbed my hips and pushed his cock against my ass. My anus tightened, resisting him. He couldn’t get inside. He pulled back and slammed into my pussy once, twice, three times. His next stroke hit my anus hard. He blasted in. I screamed. I couldn’t breath. I felt like I was bleeding. There were tears in my eyes. I could feel his pelvis hitting my butt, but my anus was white pain. I didn’t know what was happening. I moaned into the carpet, I was drooling and crying. He didn’t stop.

“Scared bitch?” He seemed on top of the world.

He kept pumping. The pain receded and I could now feel him moving inside me. I felt like I was ripped up and bleeding. But he was now moving freely, the pain didn’t get worse.

He stopped. He pulled out. I kept my head down.

“Okay bitch. Come here and take it. Come here!” He was going to cum any moment.

I raised my head and looked around. I couldn’t believe that there wasn’t any blood on his penis. I leaned forward and licked the head.

He grabbed my head and thrust in all the away. I could feel his cum. I was choking. He kept pumping and pumping.

Then he stopped. He pulled his soft penis out of my mouth and dragged it all over my face.

“Lick it clean for me hon.”

I did.

He got dressed and left.

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Authors Note: This is the revised third chapter of a previously submitted four chapter original series.

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The next morning I was suddenly awoken from my sleep by a hand forcibly grabbing me by my hair and by another grasping my right arm and strongly twisting it behind my back. Before I even knew what was happening, I was being dragged from the tiny room in which I had spent the night to find myself back in my Master’s bedroom. He then forcibly bent me over the side of his bed. Both my wrists were quickly secured behind my back using the leather wrist cuffs I still wore. Then Master spoke in an angry voice.

“When I tell to wait until I come for you I expect to find you on your knees waiting for me. Not still lying down asleep. You shall now be punished for this display of disobedience.”

It was then I felt the first hard slap of the crop on my right ass cheek, then followed quickly by another on my left and still another hard slap. Soon both my cheeks were reeling in pain from Master striping my ass. He easily landed ten to twelve heavy blows to each of my two ass cheeks. I knew from the pain that I felt it would not be able to easily sit without feeling some pain for several days.

When Master was finished with my punishment, my wrists were released. He then pulled me up to my feet by harshly pulling on my hair.

“Stand in the middle of the room. Do not speak,” Master said in the harshest voice I think I that have ever heard.

I stood as directed before Master again spoke to me.

“You have very much disappointed me this morning. Just last night I thought that you showed great promise. Yet you failed to be properly waiting for your Master this very morning as you were instructed to be just last night. For that reason you have been punished.”

Master continued to pace the room in front of me still holding the crop. Then he began speaking again.

“I will be going out this morning for several hours. When I return I expect to find you this time properly kneeling in the foyer awaiting my return. While I am gone feel free to remain within the house. You are free to use the bathroom if you have the need over there,” he said pointing to the door on the opposite side of the room. “If you are hungry help yourself to any food in the kitchen and fix anything that you find there. If you chose to leave you will find that all of your belongings are still in the closet below the stairs. The key to the lock around your neck is still on top of my desk. If I find that you are gone when I return I will not contact you again. If you decide to still be here I will expect that cunt of yours to be freshly clean shaven. From now on I will expect you to perform that task at a minimum of at least once every other day.”

With those words Master tossed the crop onto the bed and walked out of the room leaving me standing naked in the room. I stood there in the center of the room still reeling from the experience of the last few moments trying to decide exactly what I should next do. It took several more minutes of me just standing there before the realization of what had just happened began to sink in. I had been purposely set up for failure. The tiny room in which I slept had no windows to let in any morning light. There was only a single small mattress on the floor and a blanket. And without a clock or any other way of knowing the time I had no way of knowing it was even morning yet. And finally even if I had been given a way to tell time Master gave no specific time for which I was to expect him to come for me. It was then that another realization came to light. My new Master would not be making this easy for me. And his telling me that he was going to be gone again for several hours, but again not giving a specific time for his return meant that I was expected to be kneeling in the foyer for at least a couple of hours waiting patiently on my knees for his return. That would be an experience which I was not looking forward to.

I also realized that he was still testing my willingness. By telling me that all my belongings were still in the closet downstairs and I was free to leave if I made the decision to longer desire to be his submissive. I could just go and all this would be over. I knew I had some decisions to make. And with Master being gone for a while it gave me only a few hours in which to make them. But first there were some other things that needed my immediate attention to be taking care of. So I headed off towards the bathroom.

Looking at myself in the mirror I could see the results of last night’s handy work on my breasts. They were still very sore and swollen. The tops were red and slightly bruised. Turning to see my ass it had also turned to red and was quite sore. I started to search for some cream or ointment to rub onto my abused flesh and did not have to look very hard. There was a small bottle of analgesic ointment sitting right on top of the bathroom counter. I very liberally began rubbing it into my battered breasts and ass cheeks.

Once done fethiye escort in the bathroom I made my way down stairs to the kitchen. At first I was a somewhat self-conscious about walking around a strange home completely naked, but I soon overcame that feeling. If I decided to continue with this journey I knew this would be something I would probably be doing quite often in the future. As I passed by the closet under the stairs I paused for a moment to think about my decision. Should I just take my belongings and go or was I still very committed to see this entire weekend through. Opening the closet I stared at my belongs still hanging there, but I could not bring myself to reach out for them. I just continued to stare at them for a moment like I as looking at my former life. With my decision made I closed the closet door. I found the kitchen to be very well equipped with several high end appliances and stocked with just about every little handy gadget a person would want in a kitchen. Just off of the kitchen there was a small breakfast nook and a formal dining room just beyond that. I could easily see myself cooking some incredible meals for my Master here in the very near future. For now I just found some fruit, juice, and toast to satisfy my hunger for a while.

After eating I decided that it would be very wise for me to find out a little bit more information about my Master. Even though we had spent several weeks communicating via email before we actually met I had come to realized that I really knew very little about this man I was giving myself to. So I decided to spend at little time looking around his home. Now I had never considered myself to be a snoop in the past, but I felt it was important that I try and learn a little more about the person I was hoping to give most of the control of my life to. So back upstairs I went with feelings of self-consciousness about the fact I was walking about a strange house nearly completely naked accept for leather wrist and ankle cuffs and a chain still locked around my neck now completely gone.

I began by looking around the octagonal room I was first brought into the previous night. My first curiosity was why this room had such an unusual shape. Upon closer inspection of each of the walls that were placed where the corners of a regular room should have been I discovered that each was really a door concealed into the wall. So there were really four secret small rooms that where adjacent to this oddly shaped room. Not surprisingly I found all of the doors to these secret rooms locked.

Next I went back into the master bedroom next door. My first stop was a closer examination of the small room I had spent the night in total darkness within. The room was very small. No more than about five by seven feet. The walls were painted black. What I thought had been a mattress that I had slept on was in fact really a large dog bed. My first thought was of how humiliating it was to have been made to sleep on a dog bed. But then remembered I had told my Master he was free to humiliate me.

After exiting that small room that was most likely once a walk in closet for the bedroom I began to explore the rest of the bedroom. The first placed I checked was under the bed remembering my first encounter with the man who had become my Master. Unfortunately for me nothing of real interest was to be found under the bed, just a few seasonal clothing items in under bed storage containers. The drawers in the dresser also proved to only contain clothing and other personal items. The only piece of furniture that held any real mystery was a large steamer trunk place at the foot of the bed. Of course, it too was locked.

There were four other doors to rooms on the upper floor. I tried each one and not to any real surprise again I found them all to be locked. So I headed back downstairs to continue my search for answers about my new Master.

The ground floor consisted mainly of four rooms. There was a kitchen which I had already scene, a formal dining room, a living room, and my Master’s office. The kitchen and dining room didn’t interest me so a first started in the living room. There was lots of furniture and places to sit. There were two large sofas that faced each other with a long table in between them and several other chairs scattered around the room. One wall had a very large fireplace. But overall the room just did not look like it was used very often and actually looked almost vacant for its size.

The office was a much different story. It was paneled in dark wood but still had a warm and cozy feel to it with a large fireplace on one wall. Also in the corner opposite the desk there stood a large grandfather clock. Looking through the desk I found all of the drawers to be locked and the computer on top to be password protected. The only thing of interest was the key to the chain around my neck lying right where Maser had left it. The walls were lined with built in book shelves. I expected to find mostly legal texts of alanya escort some type or another which I did find on one wall. But on the other walls I also found that my Master had a love for the classics. There were many books from authors I had either read or heard about in my college literature classes. There were books by Nathanial Hawthorne, Henry David Thoreau, Herman Melville, and Washington Irving were mixed in amongst the shelves. On other shelves books to be found included Mark Twain’s Tom Sawyer, James Fenimore Cooper’s Last of the Mohicans. There were also just as many non fiction titles as well such as Charles Darwin Origin of Species, and Adam Smith Wealth of Nations. And many others that I had heard of and many that I had never heard of. There were all different kinds of books on a wide range of topics from world history to politics to economics to natural science.

Looking at the large clock in the corner I realized that my Master had been gone now for almost three hours. He said that he would return in several hours. I decided that I would end my search for answers and get ready for Master’s return. Back upstairs I went to use the bathroom while I could and give my cunt a fresh shave. Then I would go to the kitchen to get a little more something to eat and then begin my waiting for Master’s return.

I waited kneeling on the hard wood floor of the entry foyer for over an hour before the door opened signaling my Master’s return.

As he walked past he just said, “Follow me upstairs.”

Once upstairs Master began to change out of the clothes he was wearing while I knelt on the floor in his bedroom. When he finished he said, “Go to the kitchen and make me some lunch, nothing fancy just a sandwich and something to drink. Then bring it to me in the office.”

Back down stairs to the kitchen I went. Looking though the refrigerator I found some sliced turkey and cheese. After making a sandwich and grabbing a can of soda from the refrigerator I returned to the office.

While Master ate I again knelt on the floor awaiting his instructions. When finished he said, “There are a couple of matters that need to be taking care of before we begin this afternoons training session. First you have requested that you be given a safe word. For that I have chosen ‘auburn’ the color of your hair. You are free to use it any time that you want whatever is happening at the moment to stop immediately. In the event that you are gagged at the time you are to shake your head ‘no’ repeatedly. For the second matter in your declaration you consented that I could give you a name if I so choose. I have decided to name you Pet, from now on you will answer only to that name whenever the two of us are alone or whenever you are wearing your collar once it has been returned to you. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And with your new name comes additional new rule. From now on when speaking you will only refer to yourself in the third person. Most importantly you are not allowed to use the personal pronouns ‘I’ or ‘me’. Is that understood.”

“Yes, Master.”

Then after a brief pause, “Remain here for one hour than come upstairs to find me.” Then Master left the office for the stairs.

For the next hour I waited on my knees thinking over the name my Master had chosen for me. Why Pet of all names? I kind of liked it but it was also a little humiliating. Then again I said I wanted humiliation.

After my hour of waiting was finished I ascended the stairs not sure what awaited me. Upstairs the only door that was open was the one to the octagonal shaped room. At the door way I waited.

“Pet, enter and stand there,” pointing again to a spot between the two columns where I had been secured the night before.

Inside the room there were several pieces of furniture that were not there last night. I guess I now know what was in those secret rooms. One piece I recognized from my research was a St. Andrew’s X-Cross. Another looked like a padded saw horse. A third was a padded bar about eight inches in diameter and close to six feet long supported about three feet above the floor. The padded table from last night was also still there. Laid neatly out on top of it were several items.

The objects on the table included a riding crop, a small and large flogger, and a leather paddle. There was also a very long piece of cotton rope coiled up, two metal clips connected by a short length of small chain, and three small weights. The last object looked like an extra large fish hook with a metal ball on the tip instead of a barb.

First my wrists were secured to the top ropes on either of both the two columns.

Then he took the long length of rope putting the two ends together then ran his hands down the length until reaching where the lengths of the two halves made a loop. He passed the loop behind me on my right side then passed the two ends on my left then though the loop made by the two halves so that he rope went around manavgat escort my entire chest just below my breasts. Next he wrapped the two ends three times around my chest below my breasts. Then three more times with the ropes crossing between my breasts in a figure eight pattern as he continued around my chest. Finally he wrapped the rope around the top of my breasts three times. Then he looped the rope around the center of my chest between my breasts pulling all the ropes wrapping around my chest tightly causing my breasts to squeeze together. Then he released my left arm and pulled it to my back and secured it behind me with one end of the rope, then repeated the process with the right arm. I was secured in such a way that if I tried to lower my arms it would just increase the pressure of the rope on my breasts. The result made my breasts stand out even more from my chest.

Next he picked up the short chain with the clips and attached one clip to my right nipple and the other to my left. Then he took the three small weights and attached one weight to each clip and the third he clipped to the chain in the middle. The result of the weights pulled my breasts down and together.

“Kneel down, Pet,” Master said.

Carefully I tried to lower myself to my knees without the use of my arms. It took a little effort but I was able to manage. Soon after I reach my kneeling position I heard.

“Pet, now stand up.”

I struggled at first to get a leg under me but once again with a little effort I was able to stand. Then I heard, “Pet, kneel.”

Master continued with having me kneel and stand without the use of my arms several times. After about the fifth time I was getting very good at it and it started to become much easier.

After several more repetitions of kneeling and then standing without the use of my arms it became quite easy. Then while standing I felt something very cold and hard pressing against my butt hole. Soon I felt it slide inside and my ass close around it.

“This is called an ass hook, Pet,” Master said.

Then I felt my arms being pulled down and pressure pushing up in to my bowels. Master had attached a rope to my arms behind my back to the ass hook and pulled it tight. The effect made me have to stand perfectly straight.

“Kneel, Pet.”

Once again I carefully tried to lower myself to my knees made much more difficult now.

Then once down on my knees, “Pet, Stand up.”

Master again repeated this five times until I could kneel and stand with little effort.

“Now walk around the perimeter of the room.”

Walking with a large metal hook in your ass is no easy task. The way that I was bound up forced me to walk with my back straight and my head held high. Each step had to be made slow and deliberate.

After several trips around the perimeter Master said, “Come back and stand in the center again.”

“That was very good. You should always walk like that. With your head held high. It shows that you are confident in who you are.”

When I returned to the center of the room, “Kneel and look up at your Master,” said David.

“Who are you?” He asked.

“My name is Pet.”

“Pet, who do you want to belong to?” said Master David.

“I want to belong to you, Master David.”

“Are willing to give yourself to him freely?”

“Yes, Master David.”

“Then show me.”

Master opened his zipper and reached a hand in and removed his cock. Opening my mouth wide I took as much of his shaft into my mouth as I could. Closing my lips around the shaft I began sliding my mouth up and down the shaft faster and faster. With my arms still bound behind me all I could do was bob my head back and forth. Soon it became easiest to bend at the waist moving my whole upper body at the waist as my lips and tongue coated my Master’s cock. Soon Master was grasping the back of my head forcing his cock in and out of my mouth. He was fucking my mouth with his cock. In and out he plunged it until I was almost gagging on it before he finally began to come and filled my mouth with his semen. He then withdrew slowly from my mouth as I swallowed his load and then began licking and cleaning the shaft with my tongue. Making sure that not a drop was left to spare.

“Remain here. Do not leave this room. I will be back shortly,” Master said as he re-zipped his pants and left the room.

Master returned several minutes later.

“Pet, stand up.”

Once I was standing Master began removing my bindings. First the ass hook was removed then the weights and nipple clips. Then the wrist and ankle cuffs I had worn since last night came off. The rope wrapping around my breasts was removed last. All that was left was the chain around my neck.

“Pet, follow me,” Master said as he exited the room towards the master bedroom next door.

Once in the room I was told to stand in the center of the room. Lying on top of the steamer trunk at the end of the bed was a very peculiar looking object. It resembled a strap-on but for the phallus there was a butt plug slightly larger than the one I had inserted into me the previous night. What made it strange was that the plug was pointing in not out. Lying next to it on the bed were three additional plugs. Each one was slightly larger than the next. It only took me a second to realize what it was for.

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