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(Author’s Note:

To all who have sent me praise and encouragement, I thank you! Your notes–and my husband’s gentle prodding—keep me posting these.

For those who did not read the first chapter of this series, these stories are a result of a game my husband and I play when he travels. I write a chapter before he leaves and send it along with him. He holds off reading what I have written until he is ready to “discuss” it. His review of my story, along with both of us talking about where it will go next, leads to some pretty interesting phone sex when we can’t be together. Another trip out of town, another story based on what we fantasized about on his last trip.

The chapters are a collaboration—some of the situations are his fantasy which I try to write for his maximum pleasure, some are my fantasies which I write for mine. I will leave it to the reader to decide as to whose fantasies are whose.

For those who wish to leave constructive negative criticism regarding my writing style, I welcome it. I would ask that perhaps you point me towards writing you feel is of good quality so I might learn from your examples. If you wish to leave negative comments regarding the story content, feel free, but they will most likely be ignored, as the subject matter is a matter of taste, and what suits my tastes obviously does not suit yours—we won’t be changing each other’s minds!)

Chapter 7

We drive a short distance towards the edge of town, where Tim pulls into the parking lot of an upscale office building. He opens my door and offers his hand to assist me down from the truck.

Once I’m on solid ground, he puts his arm around my shoulder and we stroll to the entrance. Inside the building, he steers us to a bank of elevators and we enter an open car. He pushes the button for the 6th floor, and off we go. I’m even more mystified as to my reward. What good can be waiting me in an office building? The car stops, the doors open, and we walk a short ways down the hall to a suite of offices. The sign on the door reads “Body Connection, LLC, Andrea Reynolds, CMT”. CMT? The abbreviation sounds familiar, but I can’t come up with the meaning. What exactly does Andrea Reynolds, CMT at Body Connection do?

We enter, and I quickly make the connection. Andrea Reynolds, Certified Massage Therapist. Am I here for a massage? I have had several in my life, and while I enjoy them, I become very apprehensive about this one. My body is has not yet had a chance to release from the day’s events, and I’m sexually vibrating. I fear the touch—professional, yet still a touch– of another will only be torture until Tim can give me a much-needed orgasm.

Tim gives the receptionist my name, and we are shown to a room. It is decorated nicely in a very calming manner with very soft pastel tones, and the lights dimmed to create a relaxed atmosphere. The smell of jasmine is in the air, and the sounds of a country field—crickets and songbirds—is playing softly in the background. At the center of the room is a massage table, itself not remarkable, but the faux-fur padding on the top is. I love the feel of the sheepskin rug we have at home on my naked body, and this looks every bit as sensuous. Yet I have never seen one used on a massage table before.

Tim puts his hand on my shoulder and I tense. “You are supposed to be relaxed here,” he says, “why so nervous? I know you’ve had massages before.”

“I have,” I reply, “but I’m somewhat keyed up from this morning—”

“You mean you need to cum, right?” he says with a slight smile.

“I’m afraid this will only put me more on edge…”

“Don’t worry,” he says. “This will only enhance the pleasure later for you. After this, your orgasm will be absolutely explosive, I promise.”

Just then the door opens and in walks a woman I can only assume is Andrea. She is in her mid-30s, about 6 feet tall, with a pretty smile. Her blond hair is tied in a ponytail, and she is dressed in a flower-print shift. The garment shows the slimness of her frame, and does not hide her well-defined arms. I also notice it cannot hide her breasts, C cup and unencumbered by a bra, if my guess is right. I see she has a wedding ring on her finger.

“Tim!” Andrea says. “So nice to see you again.”

“Hi Andrea,” he replies. “Great to see you, too.” They hug, and then Tim introduces me. “I’d like you to meet Karen. She’s your client today. A massage by your gifted hands is her reward for a job well done so far.” I blush and look at the floor at the reference to my reward. I’m unsure how much he is going to reveal about the jobs I’ve been doing.

She reaches to shake my hand, and I respond. Her hand is warm and very strong, as a masseuse’s would be. She towers over my 5′ 4″ frame, indeed, she even has Tim beat by a couple of inches.

“Excellent,” she says. Do you have any special requests for your reward?”

“I’m sorry,” I reply, “I’m not sure what kind of requests there are.”

“Any types of massage you like? Any areas you want worked on?”

I look down at the floor again and shake my head no, too nervous to şişli escort answer.

She smiles again and says, “not to worry. I’ll give you the special. I think you’ll like it.”

Andrea turns to Tim and asks with a smirk, “are you staying to watch, you dirty old man?”

“Actually, I have an errand or two to run. I’ll leave her in your capable hands and come pick her up in a while.”

I panic for a moment, then regain my composure. It’s just a normal massage, no big deal, I’ve done this before. I never had anyone in the room on those occasions either. This will be fine. A little stressful trying not to orgasm from a professional’s touch, but fine. The fact that Tim won’t be here probably means this is all above board.

“Well then, I’ll get everything ready. Karen, if you’ll get undressed, please…” she says.

I wait for her to leave the room so I may undress and get under the towel, but I notice that she is not leaving and there is no towel. I begin to ask for a covering when Tim leans over to give me a kiss on the cheek and says in a low voice, ” you are to do everything she asks, do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” I reply, and slip off my sandals. He leaves the room, and I look at Andrea, waiting for her to allow me my modesty. She looks back, a bemused smile on her face.

“C’mon now, I can’t make you feel good if you have that dress on. You wouldn’t want me to tell Tim you disobeyed me, would you?”

A smile spreads on her lips as I realize she is in on the game. Somehow, she knows what I am to Tim! I take a deep breath and pull the dress over my head, exposing myself to this Amazon.

“You can put your dress on that chair over there, then get on the table, face down.”

I can feel her eyes on me as I do as I’m told, going to the chair then climbing on the table and putting my face in the padded donut at the end. My skin revels in the feel of the sheepskin against by body, but I am too distracted to take much mental pleasure in the physical aspect.

“You’re very pretty,” she says. “So petite.”

While I lie there awaiting her touch, my mind continues to search for answers. Maybe Tim is having her test me. He would never think me a Lesbian, would he? Maybe he just wants to see what I will do. However, I have no answer yet for what my action might be.

I hear her moving behind me, the sounds of hands being wetly rubbed together with oil. I feel the drip of a warm liquid from the base of my spine up to my neck, and then her hands are on me, gently rubbing the oil into my shoulders. Her touch is gentle, yet firm, giving my skin a chance to adjust to the panopoly of feelings bombarding me. Slowly her rubbing motion becomes more firm, more of a kneading, as she works into the muscles of my shoulders and lower neck.

I have never had a woman touch me in a sexual way, and while I cannot imagine her current efforts as anything but professional, her hands along with my current state of excitement have me imagining what-if scenarios.

Andrea continues to push deeply into my shoulder muscles, but soon she is moving lower, her hands lightly running down my spine, and then more firmly up the sides of my back. She works the oil she had dripped on me earlier into my skin, her hands always gliding lightly down my spine and then pushing back up each side.

She ends her upstroke a little lower down my back each time, eventually concentrating on the base of my spine. My hips and lower back receive a firm workout, her hands working deeply into the flesh here. The dip in my sides above my hipbones is a sensitive area for me, and I feel myself getting a little moister each time she works this area.

Just when I am finding it hard to keep my hips from lifting to meet her touch, she stops and I can hear her move away. A moment later and I again feel the drip of oil on each of my asscheeks and then down my legs. She paints a giant U on me from one ankle, up to the cleft of my ass, and then down the other leg. I hear her put the bottle down, and then without warning her finger pushes past my thighs and down to my taint, then moves up through my cleft, over my asshole, and on up to the base of my spine. I jump at the unexpected touch and she apologizes, saying “sorry, some of the oil dripped down your ass. Just wanted to make sure I got it all.”

I squeak out a muffled “it’s ok,” through the hole in the facerest and find myself almost wishing she would make another pass at the oil.

Instead she begins working on my asscheeks, first with feathery touches, then massaging and kneading harder. Soon she is pushing and pulling my ass with such force that I’m certain my asshole is winking at her with each stroke, and my wet jewel below is frequently on display.

Eventually she moves down my right leg, reaching down my inner thigh to bring back the oil that has dripped there. The side of her hand brushes my pussy once, twice, a third time, and I’m increasingly certain these touches are no accident. Is it possible Tim left instructions to excite me further before tuzla escort he returns to take me away and give me a good fucking? Regardless, she must have felt the moisture on my engorged lips and knows of my arousal. Will she take it the wrong way and perhaps be offended?

Andrea continues to massage my thigh and calf using the same strokes she has used on the rest of my body. She works down my leg, touching lightly the firmly, moving away from my pussy. She soon reaches my feet and works her thumb and fingers into each on in turn. She’s hitting all of my pressure points, and it feels heavenly.

She soon finishes with my feet and moves to my left side and repeats her attention to my thigh. Once again her hand dips to brush my lips once, twice, a third time. I am certain this is no mistake! She repeats her strokes on my leg in a very tender yet firm manner. I have lost track of time and have no idea how long she has been at this, but too soon she stops and says in a quiet voice, “OK, turn over when you feel up to it. I’m going to get some more oil ready for you.”

I gather my courage and roll over on the table, the back of my head now resting in the face rest.

My nipples are almost painfully erect and I am a little worried my wetness will make a wet patch on the fur I am on. I can hear Andrea somewhere near my head, but I can’t see her. I close my eyes and wait for her return, resisting an urge to quickly tweak my clit while she is (hopefully) not looking.

I feel her presence near my head. “I can smell your excitement from across the room,” she says softly. My eyes pop open in surprise, and there she is, standing above my head, looking down on me. It is not where she is standing that surprises me, though. It is that she is nude.

I am looking up at this woman towering above me, the view of her face partially obscured by two beautiful mounds jutting proudly from her chest.

“Tim told me about your arrangement with him when he set this appointment up,” she says in the same soft yet authoritative voice. “And I also know the secret code. He left you in my charge, and I have a desire to give you great pleasure. Just do as I say and we’ll make each other very happy.” With that she places her oil-slicked hands on the skin above my breasts and begins to stroke lightly, covering me with slickness. Her hands move up to my neck and ears before moving back down to the top of my chest, turning circles in the flesh just above the spot where my tits begin to rise. She then works her way back up along my neck to my earlobes and begins running her fingers along them, a very light touch. My ears have always been one of my most erogenous spots and her touch makes my body hum with a desire for release. Any nervousness I felt about a woman touching me is gone—I want her to make me cum as hard as I can!

I begin to moan softly and Andrea takes this as a sign to continue her exploration of me. Her hands leave my earlobes and travel back down along my neck to my chest again. However, this time her hands do not stop, but continue along to the sides of my breasts, gently rounding them and moving into the valley between them.

“I love your tits,” she says. “I love how firm they are. Bigger ones start to sag, but I think little ones like yours will stay perky for quite some time, and they are beautiful to look at.”

All the while her hands are moving on the sides of my breasts, caressing them, getting closer and closer to my nipples. My buds are fully erect and screaming to be played with.

Suddenly Andrea grabs both tits and steps forward, her crotch now in contact with the top of my head. It is obvious her excitement is building as well, as she loosens her grip on my tits and begins to gently play with the nipples while her pubic area grinds on my hair. My hands desperately want to touch flesh, any flesh, and so I reach behind me and grab her ass to pull her closer. Her height and the height of the table combine to prevent her from moving any farther forward, but it is just right for her to rock her clit on me.

Andrea’s hands continue to move down my stomach, always returning to my breasts, but moving farther and farther down my midsection. As her hands travel closer and closer to my sex, she bends more at the waist to reach, dangling her tits above me. The sight is incredibly arousing. Her tits swing gently as her hands move, inviting me to touch them. My own hands leave her ass and grab her swinging orbs, subtlety and hesitancy forgotten. I take them firmly and weigh them, my first feel of another woman’s breasts. She moans softly and continues to work towards my crotch.

She stops short before she actually reaches my thighs and moves to my side, most likely to give herself more reach to get to where she plans to go next. I reluctantly let go of her tits to avoid twisting them. I’m not upset she’s moving closer to where I need the most attention, though.

Her hands pick up where they left off, gently turning circles just above my mons, with occasional visits to my tits and thighs. pendik escort With each visit to my legs, I open myself a little wider to her, hoping her fingers will find their way to my very wet pussy. After several trips, my legs are spread as wide as I can make them on the table, even pulling my feet up a bit to give her a wider target. She begins to spend more time on the lower half of my body, and she seems to be getting the hint my spread legs give, albeit slowly. She strokes my inner thighs, bending over me as her hands work ever closer to my cunt. Her palm settles on my clit, and she applies pressure as her finger finds its way into the valley between my inner and outer lips. I start to grind my pussy against her palm, rubbing my clit against the pressure and trying to get that finger into my hole in a come-hither motion, when she stops and removes her hand. I cry out in frustration—I was so close!—but she moves away and stands by a sheepskin rug on the floor that appears to match the covering of her table.

“Come here and lie down,” she commands. I don’t hesitate and lie down at her feet, begging her to finish me. “Quiet,” she says. “You’ll get your release, don’t worry. I’ve never left anyone hanging who didn’t deserve it. Do you think you deserve it?” I begin to babble my reply, how I’ve done everything Tim has asked, how much I love the feel of her touch, but she ignores me and instead kneels at the top of my head. She bends over me and gently begins kissing my forehead, almost a gentle brushing of her lips against my skin, and continues down to my eyelids, and then the top of my nose. Her next stop is my mouth, and I share my first kiss with a woman. So different from a man, the lips so soft, her tongue gently probing like a finger in my pussy, not like a cock thrusting.

Too soon she breaks the kiss and continues down my chin and neck, gently brushing her lips and tongue against my skin as she goes. She reaches the valley of my breasts and makes detours to each nipple, gently licking and biting my erect buds. She continues on lower, always kissing, always brushing, and soon the top of her chest is at my mouth, and I happily return the favor, kissing and licking her, noting the sheen of sweat on her skin. I realize I’m covered in sweat as well, making for a slick surface as Andrea works her way ever lower. Her lips are then at my navel, and my face is braced by her tits. I turn to lick as best I can at her nipples, but the size of her breasts makes it difficult to reach the sensitive tips. I content myself to kiss the sides of her breasts.

Her kissing does not stop until she reaches the thin patch of hair above my cunt, her tummy pressing lightly on my face. Her lips leave my mons, and I raise my hips in protest, trying to force my pussy up to her tongue. She does not return to taste, but instead says, “do you think you’re deserving?”

“Yes! Please…” I cry, my voice muffled by her torso above me.

“I think you do,” she says softly, “but I get to go first…” And with that she brings her pussy to my lips and sits up, forcing her cunt down on my mouth. She is supporting enough of her own weight to avoid suffocating me, but it is clear I am not going anywhere.

Two days ago I would have never imagined I would be eating another woman, but now, I begin to use my tongue with gusto, anxious to have her return the favor. The taste is not unknown to me, having sucked one—no, two, now—cocks that have been in me, but it seems a little different when it comes from another woman, more forbidden. I try to find the spots that thrill me most when there is a tongue on my pussy. Her position and weight make it more difficult than I would have imagined, but Andrea seems to sense this and shifts her weight to direct me to the areas she prefers.

Her hands continue their dance on my tits and stomach, lightly scratching and stroking. My hips are bucking involuntarily at an imaginary lover, hoping that my cunt comes in contact with something solid to help relieve its need.

“Yes, that’s it,” she coos. “Eat my cunt…I’m going to ride your tongue until I come all you’re your face…oh, that’s so good…I’m going to drown you…”

Her hips begin a rocking motion, her clit rubbing against my chin. Her movements become more urgent and her breathing heavier as she begins a rhythmic chant.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-FUCKFUCKFUCK…aaaaaahhHHH!!!”

As promised, her orgasm flows freely into my mouth and over my face. I am at first tempted to hold the fluid and spit it out when I am free of her thighs, but decide it is far naughtier to accept what I have been given and do my best to swallow what I have collected. I am amazed that her strength has been such that she has been able to keep herself from collapsing on my face even during her orgasm, and realize my initial evaluation of her as an Amazon Warrior was probably correct.

She continues to rock back and forth for several minutes while I tentatively explore her folds with my tongue. I know how sensitive I am after an orgasm and do not wish to overstimulate her, but she seems to welcome my explorations. I continue to gently lick her while she shudders through several smaller tremors, and then she exhales loudly and falls off me, landing on her side, her breasts shaking seductively as she lands. I fear she is going to be out of it for a while and reach for my cunt to relieve my need, but she sees me and gently grabs my hand.

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* This is part of a series. It is strongly recommended that you read the stories in sequence to ensure continuity *

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“Mmmpphharrrghhh!!” Steph screamed around Dave’s cock as Brenda fucked into her ass. Just minutes earlier, Brenda had been lapping at her shaved pussy, driving her to the heights of orgasmic pleasure. She was on all fours on Dave and Brenda’s bed, her head buried in Dave’s crotch, sucking hard on his cock. Brenda was kneeling behind her and had spread her ass cheeks wide as she lapped hungrily at her pussy. Then suddenly she has stopped licking. Just as suddenly as the licking had stopped, a hard strap-on had invaded Steph’s ass hole.

“Yeah, take it bitch!” Brenda shouted as she pinched hard on Stephanie’s buttocks. Steph felt like her ass was on fire. She could feel the hard rubber strap-on splitting her ass and burying deep inside her rectum. She concentrated on sucking Dave’s hard cock as Brenda worked the artificial cock deeper and faster into her. Dave pulled hard on her nipples causing a surge of lust to her already inflamed pussy.

“Enough sucking slut!” Dave commanded as her pushed her head away. He looked into her face as he moved out from under her and saw her eyes maddened with lust. “Unhh, Unnhh..oh yes, fuck my ass, oh yessss” Steph cried out, her mouth now free of cock. Dave slid out of bed and watched as his wife pounded Steph’s ass. The sight made his cock twitch fiercely and he moved behind his wife.

“Get on the bed.” He said to Brenda as he tapped her ass. Brenda pushed Stephanie forward and wiggled herself on to the bed, keeping the strap-on firmly embedded in Steph’s ass. Brenda now knelt on the bed and lay her upper body over Steph’s back. She circled her hands around and grabbed Steph’s tits. She spread her legs wider and using her hips, started thrusting into Steph’s ass again.

Dave positioned himself behind Brenda and stared at her gaping, dripping pussy. He positioned the crown of his cock against her inviting hole and in one strong thrust, slammed into her.

“Ooohhhh!” Brenda moaned as Dave’s hard, thick and long shaft penetrated her. She was sandwiched between Dave’s cock and her own strap-on lodged in Steph’s ass. She couldn’t move quite so much now and just held on tight to Steph’s breasts as Dave continued ramming his cock into her.

Steph could feel each of Dave’s thrust into Brenda through the strap-on. She began to thrust back at Brenda, timing her backward motions with Dave’s lunging thrusts. The base of the strap-on began to stimulate Brenda’s clit and she moaned loudly.

“Mmmphhhh….oh yessss”

Steph could feel a big orgasm building inside her and she gripped the sheets as she bucked harder against the strap-on. “Fuck me, harder, harder…oh shit….ohhhh fuck, fuck!” Steph moaned. “Yes, Yes, harder lover, fill my pussy. Harder. Harder!” Brenda joined in. Brenda was pulling up and down on Steph’s nipples as if trying to milk them. The two girls were screaming out obscenities as the heavy slap, slap, slap sound of dicks ramming into their pussy and asshole sounded in the room.

“Oh more! Gonna cum..don’t stop. Harder. Harder. Fuck me. Fuck me you bastard” Brenda screamed “Unnh…yess…Oh yess…fuck my ass…ohhhh” “That’s it, that’s it ….don’t stop ….oh yeeesss ….oh yeah….oh .. ahhh. .ahhh …yeeearrghhh”! “Take it! Take it all. Feel my cum!” Dave yelled out as his cock swelled and then spat into Brenda’s steaming pussy. “Arrrgghhh…mmmppphhh!” Stephanie screamed as she buried her head into the sheets. Her pussy started to convulse as her asshole clenched and unclenched on the rubber cock deep in her pussy.

Dave withdrew from Brenda’s pussy with a thin smile. Steph’s ass was still moving slowly back and forth on the strap-on, as if trying to milk it. Dave pushed her off the strap-on and Steph gave a loud moan as the rubber dick released itself from her ass with a loud popping sound.

“Turn around and lie on you back!” Dave commanded as he pulled Stephanie’s hair. She turned and rolled over to lie on her back, her face now under Brenda’s ass.

“Let her clean you out baby.” Dave laughed. Brenda lowered her hips and positioned her pussy over Steph’s mouth. She started to squeeze her pussy muscles and globs of Dave’s cum fell out of her into Steph’s waiting mouth. Dave undid the strap-on as Brenda planted her pussy firmly over Stephs mouth. Steph stuck out her tongue and licked Brenda, going in as deep as she could to swirl all of Dave’s cum out.

“Ohhh umm.. that feels so good.” Brenda moaned as Steph’s tongue teased her clitoris and moved in and out of her used pussy.

Dave admired the strap-on. It was so very thick and long. Even longer than his huge cock. He moved over to Stephanie’s legs and roughly pulled them apart. As Steph continued licking his wife, he pushed the rubber cock into Steph’s wet pussy and started to fuck her with it.

“Murghhmmp!” Steph moaned into Brenda’s pussy as she felt the huge cock separate her pussy lips. She started licking harder as the cock fucked tuzla escort in and out of her. Dave was not gentle and with his hand, moved the rubber cock furiously in and out of her. His hand moved like a blur as he worked the cock in her soaking pussy. Brenda began to moan and move her hips hard against Stephs mouth.

“Gonna cum…yeah…yeah….yesssss!!” Brenda screamed as her body went rigid and her thighs clasped against Steph’s face. Steph felt a warm trickle of pussy juice seep into her mouth and she continued licking as her own orgasm swept over her. Her back arched and her thighs quivered as Dave continued pounding the rubber cock into her. Her hand flew to her pussy to try and stop Dave’s hands and it was only when he saw her cum that he stopped.

“Mmmm. I love seeing my wife and slut cum so hard!” Dave laughed as Brenda rolled off Steph and lay looking at her. Steph’s thighs were still twitching as she reached to stroke Brenda’s face.

Brenda looked over at the clock. It showed 6pm. She sighed as she propped herself on her elbow and looked at Dave. “Better get ready love. We’re taking the slut out for dinner.” She said as she smiled softly.

“Let me have a quick shower, then you can take your time getting ready” Dave said as he pranced into the bathroom. He had a quick shower and then changed into a grey linen shirt and dark blue pants. He ran his hands over his face and although there was some stubble, it wasn’t too noticeable. He splashed on some cologne and then smiled at the two women, still lying sexily on the bed. “All yours!” He said as he motioned to the bathroom. He walked out of the room and settled down to watch some football on the tv.

Brenda showered quickly and then cocked her head at Steph to indicate she could now shower. Brenda dressed herself in a pair of white panties and flared black skirt. She didn’t wear a bra but used a black, lycra tube top over her breasts. A thin black organza shirt was thrown over to complete the look. She see through material of her shirt gave her a sophisticated and sexy look. Her magnificent breasts jutted out proudly and the tube top was low enough to show ample cleavage. If you looked hard enough, you could just make out the shape of her nipples pressing against the lycra tube top.

Steph came out of the bathroom just as Brenda had finished dressing. As usual, Brenda’s breasts made her tiny breasts seem so insignificant. Now after having had sex with Brenda so many times, the sight of her ample breasts caused a lump of desire to settle in her throat. Steph pulled out her clothes from her bag and put on a pair of lacy brown panties with a matching bra. She then put on a short one piece grey dress with a zip down the side. The dress was fairly tight and hugged her figure, showing off her shapely hips but at the same time, emphasising the smallness of her breasts. She wished her bra was padded to fill out her bosom but at the same time, the lacy material made her feel very sexy.

Brenda picked up a rather large handbag and then motioned Steph to the door. “Lets go. Its getting late” she said. The two women walked out to where Dave was relaxing watching TV. The sound of their footsteps caused him to turn. “Woo Hoo” he whistled in appreciation. “You ladies look great” Dave patted Brenda’s bum appreciatively as they got into the car. They drove out of town and a while later, pulled into the car park of what looked like an expensive restaurant.

As they walked in, the doorman greeted Dave and Brenda with a warm welcome. It appeared to Steph that Brenda and Dave were well known at this establishment. The doorman ushered them through two large wooden doors and Steph could see a large dining hall with huge chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. As they entered the large hall, the doorman pressed a button on the wall and a side door slid opened. Steph had walked ahead into the main dining hall when Dave reached for her, pulling her back.

“This way slut” He said, loud enough for the doorman to hear. Steph blushed in embarrassment as the doorman hardly disguised his smile. She noticed a gold plated sign on the wall which said “PRIVATE. MEMBERS ONLY.” The four of them descended a dimly lit staircase that opened up into another hall. The walls were covered with thick purple velvet and the room was lit with downlights in the ceiling. There were tables set in small, low cubicles throughout the room. In the front was a large stage and on both sides of the room were long tables that housed a bar behind them.

They were led to a table and Dave sat on one side while Brenda and Steph sat facing him. Steph looked around and noticed that the room wasn’t very crowded. There were perhaps another four or five couples seated at various spots around the room.

“Its still early,” Brenda said, as if reading Steph’s mind. “The place fills up after 10.” “Oh. Are we staying that long?” Steph asked, somewhat intrigued by the whole place. “We’ll see slut!” Dave replied. “We will see.” Dave raised his hand pendik escort and a waiter appeared, as if by magic. “We’ll start with drinks. My lovely wife will have a glass of red while I’ll have a beer.” Dave said. He looked at Stephanie briefly and then smiled. “and get her a Vokda Cream. Make it a double!”

The waiter smiled broadly at this and clicked his heals. “Right away sir. Thank you.”

A gorgeous waitress came over carrying a tray. Stephanie’s mouth opened wide at how short the girls skirt was. It barely covered her ass and as she walked, you could catch a glimpse of her bright red panties. She looked around and noticed that all the waitresses had skimpy skirts on! The waitress curtsied before placing the red wine and beer on the table. She then placed a small bottle of Stolichnaya vodka on the table. “The cream will be here shortly.” The waitress smirked as she gave Brenda and Steph a wink.

A large screen on the stage suddenly flickered to life and Steph watched dumbfounded as she saw another waitress kneeling before two other waiters. One of the waiters was the one that had taken their order. The waitress unzipped the waiters’ trousers and pulled out their cocks. She stroked both the cocks as she opened the buttons on her blouse, exposing her full ripe breasts. She started pulling on both cocks as she looked up at the men. It was certainly a most erotic sight. She then focused on one of the waiters, licking at his balls and then all along the shaft before swallowing his knob. She jerked on the other cock as she sucked on the first one. She then changed her attention to the other cock, licking and sucking on the balls. A low moan emanated from the screen as the sounds of slurping and jerking filled the room.

The waitress continued sucking, slurping and jerking on the cocks. It wasn’t long before one of the cocks started to erupt and just as it did, she grabbed a deep, wide brimmed martini glass and placed the cock head over it. Blast after blast of hot cum spilled into the glass and the waitress milked the cock dry as she licked the owners balls. The second cock started to spurt with her jerking hand and she quickly collected the spunk in the glass too. The picture on the screen suddenly switched to show the room and the camera seemed to be sweeping the room, looking for something. Steph watched in awe as the camera focused on a waitress holding the martini glass. As the waitress came closer, Steph realised that the lady in the background was her!

“Your cream has arrived Maam.” The waitress curtsied again as she placed the cum filled martini glass on the table. She then reached over and opened the small bottle of vodka and poured it into the glass. She stirred it with a glass stirrer and then placed the glass back on the table. “Vodka and cream Maam. A double as ordered.” The waitress said with more than a hint of a smirk.

“Drink it.” Brenda said as she dug her fingers into Stephs thigh. Steph reached for the drink, her stomach was in a knot as she contemplated this cum cocktail that she was being made to drink. What was even more humiliating was that she was being displayed on the screen. Everyone would see her drink this cum cocktail. Even with this humiliation, a wetness was growing between her legs. She was getting turned on by this sordid act of having to drink the cum of two strangers!

“Cheers!” “Bottoms up!” The calls reverberated round the room as everyone watched her. She raised the glass and keeping her eyes down, she swallowed it all in one gulp. The cum cocktail tasted salty and bitter. The vodka hit her belly and she felt an explosion of heat and then a rush to her head. Her mouth felt sticky and coated with the thick cum. The crowd let out a loud cheer as she gulped the cum cocktail down and Stephanie felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Oohh! That was soooo kinky.” Brenda said. Steph looked up at her bashfully and could see Brenda’s nipples erect and poking out of her lycra blouse.

“C-can I get some water?” Steph asked softly.

“When dinner is served. Wait!” Dave said harshly. He ordered a pasta dish for Brenda and himself and just a salad for Stephanie. She was starving but she was grateful to at least get some food. She was even happier to get some water and gulped it down greedily, rinsing her mouth before she swallowed. They ate dinner slowly and during the meal, Dave scribbled something on a piece of paper and passed it to the waiter. Steph wondered why the waiter smiled slyly and realised that it was probably another plan to humiliate her. By this time, the room had begun to fill up and was almost crowded.

Their plates were cleared and Steph gulped down another few glasses of water. Her bladder was getting full and she made an effort to excuse herself.

“Just where do you think you are going slut?” Brenda chastised her. “Err I-I need to pee.” Steph pleaded. “Sit down and be quiet!” Dave ordered her.

Steph sat back meekly and tried to ignore the pressure building in her maltepe escort bladder. She squeezed her thighs together and noticed that her panties were dripping wet. The dominance and humiliation was turning her on! She had no idea why but the dampness between her legs was proof that she was getting off on it.

The lights in the room suddenly went dim and the stage lit up. A man in a suit walked on to the stage as something that looked like gym apparatus was carried on. Steph looked closer and saw that it was a long metal board with rubber on it. Two metal poles were fixed to the sides of the board. There were three horizontal bars attached to the metal poles and at each end of the bars hung what looked like handcuffs.

“The offering bag is being passed round. Those that are interested, please do the needful” The Master of Ceremonies said. Dave and Brenda chuckled as Steph looked around to see what the ‘offering bag’ was. She noticed a waited walking round with a large velvet bag, with a large opening on top. The waiter soon reached their table and looked hard at Brenda and Steph.

“Take your panties of slut” Brenda commanded. “Huh? What?” Steph replied, astonished at this request. “You heard me. Take them off and give them to the waiter.”

Stephanie blushed again and reached under her skirt. She peeled the lacy brown panties off her and handed them to the waiter. He proceeded to clip a number on to the panties and then dropped them into the bag. Steph groaned as she noticed that there was a dark, wet stain on the crotch. The waiter went round the rest of the tables and then carried the bag up to the stage and handed them to the Master of Ceremonies.

The MC emptied the bag on to a small table and 5 pairs of panties tumbled out. He picked up each one and studied them, then raised them to his nose and sniffed deeply. After examining and sniffing each panty, he smiled and announced. “Looks like we have a winner!” He said. “They are wet and smell delightfully of wanton pussy. Table number 20!!”

Dave and Brenda clapped loudly. “Get you ass on stage now slut.” She hissed. “Looks like you won!”

Steph’s mind was a blur as she slowly made her way up to the stage. She was petrified at what was going to happen and she felt so humiliated that some stranger had smelt and inspected her panties in front of a large audience. She was also somewhat aghast that her panties had been the wettest. Nonetheless, her pussy juices were dripping down her thighs and she trembled with excitement.

By the time she reached the stage, 3 other men were on the stage as well. One of the men was a large black man, more than 6 feet tall with huge rippling muscles. They met her and carried her to the metal contraption. One man unzipped her dress and pulled it off her. Then another unfastened her bra and threw it into the audience. They placed her face down on the rubber board and adjusted her so that her hips were on the edge of board and her feet touched the floor. Her legs were spread wide and her ankles clasped into restraints. Her hands were spread and restrained by the handcuffs hanging on the lowest rung. In this position, she was half standing, half lying with her upper body raised at a 30 degree angle.

She felt someone run his hands along her thighs and up to her juicing slit. “My, my, she’s wet!” She heard someone say. Her heart was beating loudly as she heard the rustling of clothes. She turned her head to look at the audience but the bright lights on the stage meant she couldn’t see anything past the stage. She felt a light pressure on her pussy lips and then the invasion of a hard piece of cock meat.

“Aaarrgggh!” She cried out. “Its too big! Noooo! Oh please. Be gent…” A thick cock shoved between her lips silenced her cries. The Black man behind her was halfway into her steaming pussy and his thick cock had stretched her pussy to the limit. She had never felt anything so hard and thick in her life and it was hurting her. The Black man gave a final shove and impaled her fully with his thick, long cock. Steph saw stars as the huge cock meat filled her and nudged at her cervix. She had thought that Dave’s cock was huge but this was a completely different experience.

“Awwrrrrr!” She gurgled around the cock in her mouth. The cock in her pussy began to move slowly inside her and she sucked hard on the cock in her mouth. Her stretched and filled pussy was beginning to accommodate the huge length and girth and she started to feel the familiar stirrings in her loins.

“Mmmpph, mmpph, Mmpph!” She groaned as she sucked the cock. The black man placed his hands on her hips and started pounding into her. Her tits jiggled with every thrust and the cock in her mouth prodded her throat. Steph wished she had the use of her hands to help stabilise her. Her body was heaving furiously against the cock in her pussy and she was going to cum. Steph twisted her head, causing the cock in her mouth to pop out.

“Pinch my tits! Squeeze my nipples!” She blurted out before she turned her head back to swallow the cock. The man in front of her reached down to tease and pinch her nipples. Her body tensed and bucked and she quivered as an orgasm shook through her. She felt the man in front tense and squeeze harder on her nipples as a blast of hot cum shot into her mouth. Blast after blast filled her mouth and she swallowed rapidly, trying not to gag.

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David turned to Stephanie. “For the remainder of this evening you are to obey each Master and Mistress completely and without reservation,” he told her. “I expect you to do everything that is demanded of you to your fullest ability. Only by doing so will you stand a chance of passing this test! Do you understand?)”

Stephanie nodded, maintaining her eyes dutifully lowered.

Now David turned and addressed Master G.

“Would you like to start off Stephanie’s testing this evening?” he asked.

“It would be my pleasure!” Master G replied.

He moved to the chest of drawers and removed a number of items, which he placed in his pockets before returning to stand on the dais.

“Position 2” he commanded and Stephanie dutifully sank to her knees, keeping her hands behind her head as she did so.

Master G looked down sternly at her. “You will demonstrate your oral abilities, sub. Begin!” he commanded, as he parted his robe.

Stephanie breathed a sigh of relief. At least the test was starting with something that she was confident that she excelled at. With determination she leant towards Master G, gently taking his flaccid cock in her hands. Slowly, with the lightness of a feather, she traced a line from the base of his balls up to the tip of his staff and back down again. Over and over she repeated her actions, maintaining that feather light touch and was rewarded as Master G’s cock first stirred and then gradually swelled.

Master G took a deep breath and firmly set his mind to resist her ministrations. David was right, this girl was exceptional when it came to oral!

On the next pass, Stephanie’s hands slipped lower and delicately cupped his balls. She used a nail and dragged it lightly across the surface of each before locating the vein that ran between them and tracing that too with her nail.

Above her, Master G had to suppress a quiver of desire that threatened to betray to the sub how successfully her technique was working. It would not do to let her become complacent at this early stage of the proceedings!

She ran her nail lightly over the length of his shaft, up and down, returning to caress his balls before once again repeating her actions.

Master G lifted his eyes to David’s and they shared an intense look that Stephanie missed, so intent was she on her task. In it they conveyed their agreement that this young woman was indeed something special and with the right guidance would reach the stars.

Master G was brought back to his immediate situation as Stephanie now replaced her finger nail with her tongue, tracing a delicate track up and down his shaft, circling his balls before once again repeating her actions. Again and again her tongue laved his shaft and balls, varying in its pressure, sometimes light as a feather, sometimes strong and demanding.

Master G could feel a faint tremor start in his thighs and groin and knew he was going to have to do something soon or the test would be over far too quickly. Just as those thoughts ran through his mind, he felt Stephanie’s tongue swirl around his glans, licking, flicking, teasing before dipping into its centre where pre-cum was already starting to glisten.

“Cease!” he commanded and Stephanie dutifully but somewhat reluctantly obeyed. She had been so intent on what she was doing that the rest of the room had faded out of existence. Her pussy was hot, wet and throbbing.

Master G beckoned to David and when he ascended the dais murmured something in his ear. David nodded his agreement and moved to where the drawers stood. He removed several items and a leather strap before returning to hand them over to Master G. Stephanie remained in Position 2, eyes dutifully downcast and therefore unable to see that while David had been at the drawers, Master G had withdrawn a cock ring and settled it deeply at the base of his now fully erect staff.

“Position 3!” he barked and Stephanie swiftly complied, placing her head on the floor whilst her hands reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks wide. Over the past several days she had been drilled unmercifully in each of the positions until they were now second nature and she no longer even thought about them, it was just instinct.

Master G reached between her legs, pleased to find her pussy dripping wet. He took the large vibrator that David had given him and slowly, carefully eased it into her passage. Stephanie had to suppress a moan as she felt herself being filled to capacity. Next Master G took a bottle of lubricant and started to liberally work it around and into the sub’s anal passage. When he was sure that she was well lubricated he took a butt plug and slowly eased it into her. (David had briefed him fully on her former inhibitions regarding anal penetration and was determined not to set back her training by carelessness).

Finally he commanded Stephanie to assume Position 1. She rose gracefully to her feet, hands behind her head. Master G took the leather strap and attached it to a concealed hook at the front of Stephanie’s corset, letting it drop down to hang in front of her legs. He then moved behind her and drew the strap between her legs before securing it maltepe escort to another concealed hook at the back of her corset. The result was that the vibrator and butt plug were pushed even further into place and the concealed clitoral vibrator was held right up against Stephanie’s clit.

Reaching into the pocket of his robe, he brought out the final items. A pair of gold, screw operated nipple clamps. He pinched and teased Stephanie’s already tingling nipples until they stood hard and erect. Swiftly he attached each clamp, using the screws to tighten them. When he was finished, each nipple was pinched in the centre into an almost hourglass shape. Stephanie bit back a moan as her nipples began to throb and pulse.

“Position 2,” Master G commanded and Stephanie sank gracefully back to her knees. “Resume!” was his next command.

Stephanie now realised what he had done and knew that with the cock ring in place there was going to be no way she could make him cum. However, she knew that she was there to demonstrate her skill and although she would love to make him cum – she had found over the last several days that making a man cum aroused her to the point of orgasm too – that was not the ultimate goal.

She bent all her concentration on Master G’s now solid cock. Her tongue laved up and down its shaft, licking, flicking, she even dragged her teeth lightly over the skin and was rewarded as a muscle in his inner thigh began to twitch. Now she brought her hands back into play. Cupping his balls, she sucked each one in turn into her mouth as far as it would go, her tongue caressing their surface. She moved one hand back and found the erogenous zone that she had discovered with David, just below his asshole. She located Master G’s and started to gently press and circle her finger around the sensitive spot. Above her, the Master could not hold back a groan! My god, this girl was good!

He had no option but to resort to distraction and turned on the vibrators and butt plug, low level at first, barely noticed by Stephanie, so intent was she on what she was doing. Gradually he increased the strength until it finally intruded on her consciousness. Her pussy’s insistent demands finally broke through her concentration, and she suddenly became aware of the intense pulsations of need starting to run through her body. She took a deep breath to try and regain control before bending dutifully back to her task.

Master G increased the intensity again until he could see tremors running along her body. In desperation, she now concentrated on the head of his shaft, her tongue swirling around it, licking, flicking before she opened her mouth and enveloped it in her hot, moist heat. Master G groaned as she stepped up her ministrations. Now she used one hand to encircle the base of his shaft while her mouth moved his cock in and out, each time going deeper, each time increasing the rhythm. Master G clenched his fists for control then reached out and grabbed her head, pulling her away from him with one hand while the other removed the cock ring.

Returning both hands to her head he gripped hard, tilting it backwards as he thrust his cock deeply into her. Again and again he thrust, each time going deeper and deeper, harder and faster. He hit the back of her throat and paused, slowly pushing his cock deeper until he felt her gag reflex give way and her throat opened fully to accommodate him. This was what he had been waiting for! Releasing all mental restraints, he fucked her hard and fast, each time his cock plunging deeply down into her throat until he could feel her gasping for breath. He eased up slightly, allowing her to catch her breath before plunging once more into her throat, his cock buried to its full length as he shot his hot seed deeply into her. He was, frankly, amazed at the sheer amount of semen he expelled but kept his cock inside her mouth until it was once more flaccid. Stephanie eagerly made sure she caught every scrap of seed, cleaning him thoroughly until he withdrew.

His limbs were trembling and he was breathing heavily. He had enough presence of mind to switch off the vibrators and remove the clamps, causing Stephanie to whimper in pain as feeling flooded back into her nipples but he knew he was going to have to sit down before he fell down. He somehow managed to make it back to his chair without betraying his condition to the others (or so he thought). Meanwhile up on the dais, Stephanie was also shaking with suppressed desire. She wanted so much to cum but as no command had come, she knew she could not do so.

David allowed her a few minutes to regain her composure as a low murmur of conversation began amongst his guests. Master G’s sub Celine could feel the tremors of his body through the hand that rested on her shoulder and was impressed. She knew how strict his self-control could be and if truth be told, she was slightly envious of the sub up there on display who had brought her Master to this state. Almost as if he could hear her thoughts, Master G put a finger under her chin and tilted her face up to his. He laid a light kiss on her lips and quietly murmured in her ear.

“She manavgat escort is not you, my sub. Never fear, there is only room in my heart and in my bed for you!”

His earnest gaze confirmed his words and she settled back beside him, content in his love and in her place by his side.

Meanwhile David stepped onto the dais and looked down at his sub, approval lighting his eyes, although he kept strict control over the rest of his face, maintaining a stern expression as behove his position.

“Position 3” he commanded.

Stephanie immediately complied. David released the leather strap and withdrew the butt plug and vibrator. As he bent over her he spoke in soft tones that only she could hear.

“Well done, little sub. You performed exactly the way I knew you could!”

Stephanie glowed at his soft praise and her confidence rose knowing she had his approval.

“Position 1” David ordered.

Dutifully, Stephanie rose to her feet. David removed the strap from its front clip, tucking it over his arm, the musky scent of her sex infusing the leather and carrying to his nostrils. With a warning glance to brace herself, he then removed the clamps. Stephanie closed her eyes and folded her lips together to prevent herself from crying out in pain as feeling surged back into her nipples.

David stepped off the dais and beckoned for Kristy to approach. When she was next to him he handed her the items he had removed from Stephanie and instructed her to take them to the annex to be cleaned and sterilized. Kristy left the room, her long legs carrying her swiftly but gracefully away.

David turned his attention back to Stephanie and read the minute indications of stress in her face. “You may kneel with your hands on your thighs,” he told her.

Gratefully, Stephanie sank once more to the floor, which was covered in soft carpet and placed her hands on her thighs, making sure that they were still spread wide. David left her there, illuminated by the spotlight as he circulated through the room making conversation with his guests while keeping a subtle eye on her recovery. When he was sure that she was ready, he called upon his next guest.

“Mistress C, would you like to conduct this sub’s next test?” he asked, already knowing the answer as the schedule for this evening had been carefully worked out to push Stephanie to her current limits but to ensure that she was not overwhelmed by what she had to undergo.

“Certainly, Master D,” she replied and with a look commanded her sub, Bobby, to rise and follow her to the dais, where he knelt deferentially at her feet.

David moved to the side of the room and with a quiet hum one of the tracks in the ceiling began to move. Slowly, a large, square frame moved up onto the dais and into the light. At Mistress C’s command, her sub quickly located the bolts set into the floor then guided the frame down before locking it into place. It was set at a diagonal to the seated guests.

Mistress C pressed a button on the side of the frame and sections opened to reveal eye bolts in each corner. She walked over to the drawers and took her time selecting what she wanted before returning to the stage.

“Position 1” she barked and Stephanie was swift to obey. Of all the Masters and Mistresses present, Mistress C was the one whose displeasure she most wanted to avoid. Stephanie knew how high her standards were and how strictly she demanded perfection! Mistress C now took a set of extremely thick cuffs and secured them around the girl’s wrists and ankles.

Mistress C beckoned to her own sub who now stepped back onto the dais. She handed over a set of sturdy looking chains and instructed him to attach them to the ring bolts in the frame. When he was finished, Mistress C took Stephanie firmly by the shoulders and moved her until she was standing in the exact centre of the frame. A glance at her sub had him moving to secure the chains to Stephanie’s ankle cuffs. Stephanie had made sure to spread her legs wide but under his Mistress’ gaze, the Bobby tightened the chains moving her legs wider still until her leg muscles were quivering with the strain.

Mistress C herself attached the chains to Stephanie’s wrist cuffs and then pushed another button in the frame. The chains slowly tightened until Stephanie was held in an X position, stretched and immobilised. If the heels of her boots had not been so high, she would have been on tiptoe. As it was, every guest could see the muscles in her limbs sharply delineated. The final touch was a soft, leather hood. Mistress C drew it over Stephanie’s head and secured it with a high, stiff posture collar which she locked around the sub’s throat. The hood had an open mouth and nostril holes but the eyes were completely covered. A slight bulge to either side of the hood indicated that it was specially padded to minimise any sound the wearer might hear.

Two more spotlights suddenly burst into life, one concentrating light on Stephanie’s front and the other on her back.

Mistress C walked over to the rack of punishment equipment and made her selection before once again going to şişli escort the drawers to withdraw something else. She walked back to the dais and showed the guests what she had chosen. In one hand she held a suede flogger, its long, thick strands dangling from a solid handle. With the flogger was a dark, gleaming bamboo cane. In her other hand she held a wand vibrator.

The guests nodded their appreciation of her choice although David was slightly concerned about the cane. Something in his expression caught Mistress C’s attention and she indicated she would like to speak to him. When he approached, she quietly informed him that the cane would only be used in the very last part of the scene and only for a maximum of 5 strokes. Finally David nodded his agreement and ushered her onto the stage.

Mistress C turned to face the guests.

“This sub will now be tested on her response to the combination of pain and pleasure,” she explained. “The purpose of this test is to expand and explore her limits within this discipline,” she continued.

Turning around, she gestured to her sub to take his place, kneeling in front of Stephanie with his face close to her pussy. She then placed the cane carefully to one side and started to limber up, swinging the flogger to and fro, warming the muscles in her arm. It made a thick, swishing sound as it moved through the air. Held immobile in the frame, Stephanie moved her head slightly from side to side, trying to anticipate what might be coming next.

When the first blow landed she was caught by surprise and flinched slightly, more from startlement than from pain as Mistress C was using a light hand. Her intention was to warm up the sub gradually, using the flogger to make her skin heat and glow before gradually increasing the intensity. She varied her rhythm, the direction of her strokes and where they landed on Stephanie’s body. The girl was kept on edge as with her hearing and sight taken away, there was no way she could anticipate what was coming next.

When Mistress C felt that Stephanie was ready, she started to land blows in earnest, the thongs of the flogger landing across the sub’s skin with a resounding thwack. Now Stephanie began to feel the pain beginning but her pussy was already throbbing from the tantalising effect of the previous warm up strokes. As the girl’s skin began to redden, Mistress C nodded to her sub for him to begin.

He had received his instructions earlier as his Mistress had brought him to a state of high arousal before locking him into the cock and ball cage. He had groaned as he longed to plunge his throbbing member into his Mistress’ pussy and was now denied that relief. He was a highly sexed man, made more so since entering into the submissive role and his pent up desire burned inside him. Mistress C had told him that his job was to make the new sub cum but only when ordered to do so by her. If he obeyed, she would give him the relief he had earned. However, if he made the sub cum too soon or too late then he would remain locked in the cage until the following day.

With her words ringing in his ears, Bobby set to work, determined to earn his deliverance from this exquisite torture imposed on him by his Mistress. Timing his efforts carefully so as not to interfere with what his Mistress was doing, he slipped a hand between the young sub’s legs and was slightly startled to see how wet she already was! Coating his fingers liberally with her juices he began to slide his hand back and forth between her lips, dipping a finger into her pussy at the end of each stroke. Above him Stephanie moaned faintly as her body’s heat began to rise. With his other hand he found her clitoral hood and peeled it back to give him access to her already swollen nub. This time Stephanie groaned as he rubbed and pinched her clit between the fingers of one hand whilst his other continued to stroke and penetrate her pussy.

She drew in her breath with a hiss as Mistress C increased the strength of her strokes yet again. Now Stephanie’s skin was burning and throbbing under the kiss of the flogger and her body started to tremble as it began its slow rise towards climax.

Obedient to the silent command from his Mistress, Bobby now reached down beside him and brought the wand into play. With one hand he played with Stephanie’s clit while with the other he turned the wand on to its lowest setting and started to sweep it back and forth between her pussy lips. Stephanie now started to shake as her body’s reactions threatened to overwhelm her mental control.

By now Mistress C had reached the level of intensity that she felt had pushed Stephanie to her current limit. She nodded to her sub, who switched the wand to its highest setting and ground it into Stephanie’s clit. The young sub wailed at the intense assault from both the flogger and the wand. Watching his Mistress intently, Bobby eased up the pressure of the wand, allowing Stephanie to catch her breath. Mistress C lightened her strokes for a few seconds, allowing the sensations swamping Stephanie to abate slightly, then once again stepped up the intensity and gestured to her own sub to resume his actions with the wand. Again and again Mistress and sub took Stephanie to the edge, only to back away at the last moment. She was in exquisite agony. Her skin was burning from the attentions of the flogger and her whole body was consumed with white hot heat from the combination of intense pain and intense pleasure. Her muscles twitched uncontrollably and her breath was coming in ragged gasps.

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Maggie sat on the floor of her room. She paused to again run her hand over the new rug she’d acquired. So pleased at this gift. She received a simple chair early on in her stay but since receiving the rug she rarely sat in it.

Maggie had somewhat lost track of the days but she guessed it had been about two weeks since that amazing day. That day when Dr. Clark introduced her to a new world. That day when she’d watched Nurse Ferrell, thereafter known to her as Miss Diana, and Chen engaged in a bizarre dance of pain and pleasure. That day when she passed some unknown test and Dr. Clark had instructed those two skillful women to give her such a wonderful reward.

She had not yet been on the receiving end of any physical training. Rather, since that day her training consisted of more talks with Dr. Clark, chores, occasional specific tasks, and studying. Always the studying. Dr. Clark had given her numerous books. They ranged from self-help to basic anatomy and psychology to educational books with explicit pictures and descriptions of sexual activity. Then there was one particular book that was essentially an introduction to sado-masochism.

Each day Maggie was given very specific reading assignments. Sometimes she would be required to take a short test on the material. Other times she had to answer pre-printed questionnaires about what she’d read. The hardest for her though were when Dr. Clark required her to write essays about her readings and especially about her feelings. Maggie had become completely comfortable talking to Dr. Clark in person but for some reason, when she was alone with just her own thoughts she found it very difficult to sort through them. Not to mention get them down on paper.

So here she sat finishing up her reading for the night. She was taking notes on the pad Miss Diana had provided to her. Maggie found she was able to remember and understand things better when she both read and then wrote them down. Her eyes kept glancing to the cover of one of the explicit sex books. She’d tried to fool her own mind and pretend she’d accidentally positioned the book at the top of the stack sitting in front of her. But, in truth she’d done so deliberately.

One of the first things Miss Diana had told Maggie after that day of curious bliss, was that Dr. Clark had left very specific instructions that she was not to masturbate. Diana hadn’t explained why and Maggie was too embarrassed to ask the doctor. So for the past two or so weeks, Maggie had had no sexual relief. It was very difficult for her. She’d masturbated as long as she could remember and for a very long time Maggie had been pleasing herself practically every day. Especially at night when she used her orgasm to relieve tension and allow her to fall asleep.

As Maggie’s eyes roamed over the naked figures on the cover her mind began to stray. Then the lights went out and she once again found herself drenched in darkness. She gathered up her books on the floor and found the small table where she kept the others. She added these to the pile and by feel alone, straightened the stack. She moved to her bed, pulled back the blanket and sheet and crawled inside.

As usual, her room was very warm and Maggie pulled only the sheet atop her. She lay curled in a tight ball and stared into the dark room. Her mind lingered on her stay here at the center. It had been a month since she first came here. Her mother having brought her here because of her behavior. Maggie hadn’t craved drugs at all since coming here. Well, except for those occasions when she felt certain she would be willing dig out her front teeth with a soupspoon for just one puff of a cigarette. The drugs were far less threatening than her other actions.

Despite having a boyfriend, Maggie had begun to seek very unhealthy relationships. In fact, it was a pregnancy scare with a 40 year old married man that had forced Maggie’s mother to aggressively intervene. At nineteen, she was an adult and not legally subject to her mother’s control. So her mother had tricked her and brought her to the center.

As her mind wandered through her thoughts, Maggie felt the familiar tug in her lower belly. That silent yet obvious urging that subtly reminded her of what to do to clear her mind and bring about sleep. She tried to ignore the feeling but that became increasingly difficult. The combination of abstinence and the pages of sexual images and readings were taking their toll on her.

Soon Maggie’s mind’s eye was looking back on that day in The Garden. That deep red room with the shiny hardwood floors. She saw Chen stretched and in obvious pain. She could see Diana moving about the tiny woman, teasing her, testing her, tormenting her. She wondered what it felt like. Wondered on how Chen seemed to welcome the pain and somehow within it found pleasure. She wanted to feel that way. She knew it in the back of her mind and day by day those thoughts and feelings were edging closer to the front of her mind.

She was replaying the scene in her head. Her eyes erzurum escort had closed and her legs had begun to slip back and forth against one another. Her warm thighs pressed her panties tighter into her crotch. Her toenail slowly slipped down the back of her tender calf. Each time she unconsciously pressed it harder against the sensitive flesh.

Maggie stopped, opened her eyes, took a long deep breath, and tried to focus on something else. But within a few moments the snippets of sexual memory and fantasy again began to flash into her mind. Her hand cupped her T-shirt clad breast and she felt her nipple swell. Her legs moved faster and more forced. The tightly bunched panties had worked deep between her swelling lips and rubbed against her clit.

She knew she was now hopelessly lost to her own sexual urges. She knew too that she wasn’t supposed to touch herself and while that idea scared her it also excited her.

Maggie saw his handsome face, his strong back, his clenched ass as he came into Diana’s mouth. She felt his breath again on her ear and his strong hands on her neck and shoulders. Watched him as he strapped her to the chair…

She couldn’t stand it any longer. Her body ached for release. Her mind was a whirl of her sex-charged thoughts. She rolled onto her back, her legs bent sharply, her knees falling wide apart, dragging the sheet off her body. Her eyes briefly flashed open and peeked around the room. Reassured it was still dark and quiet and that she was alone. She felt devilishly naughty like she had years ago when she would sneak her private pleasures. No one would ever know and she’d just cheat this one time was her rationalization as she surrendered to her suppressed need.

Maggie’s hand left her breast and freed her hard nipple. She felt down over her stomach until her fingers found the elastic band of her panties. Her hips instinctively rose slightly in anticipation of her own touch. She snaked her hand inside her underwear and softly rubbed her bare pubic mound. While Maggie had been shaving her lips for sometime, she’d always left some hair at the top. But Diana had advised her that she was to always be completely shaven while in the center. She said it was a sign to Dr. Clark that she was completely open and exposed to him like a fresh canvas awaiting the skillful strokes of his brushes.

She loved the feeling of it. More she found she loved the sight of her completely bare pussy. It was slightly embarrassing to her yet at once naughty and fun. Her finger slipped lower and ran between her now puffy outer lips. She felt her heat and her increasing wetness. Her lips parted as she quietly eased her finger deep inside of her. She let her finger explore her inner warmth. Sliding it slowly in and out and then leaving it buried and using the tip of her finger to feel her inner pussy. She sought that spot that Chen’s supple skilled fingers had touched. That area that caused her to cum in a way she’d never known or would’ve believed possible. That region inside her that caused that incredible gush of cum to spray from her.

She didn’t want to cum that way now. It was too hard, too intense for what she needed now. But she did want to learn about this mysterious place in her body. With her legs spread so openly, the sheet pulled away from her, and her exploring hand lifting her panties, Maggie could smell her own sex. The scent always drove her harder.

She eased her slick wet finger from her folds and slowly stroked it over her swollen nub. Her mouth parted wider, behind the closed lids her eyes rolled slightly, and her hips ground. With her two middle fingers she dragged her juices up between her lips and over her clit until it too was wet. Her body demanded relief and she was more than willing to provide it.

Her fingers rubbed hard and fast at her reddened clit. That familiar touch only she could apply and in just the right way. Her thighs tightened and her toes curled. All her pent up sexual tension raced toward a quick and powerful orgasm. Her breaths came in short gasps as her ass rose from the bed. Her fingers worked harder and faster. The pleasure flooded out from her core and over her body.

As the first shots of her orgasm splintered out of her pussy and through her legs and belly, Maggie clamped her lower lip between her teeth. She was afraid she would cry out from the intensity. She began to cum in earnest, her hips rose and fell and rose again. And the harder she bit her lip, the harder and deeper she came. The pain somehow added to the sensations of pleasure.

Maggie shuddered as her orgasm subsided and a deep dull wave of pleasure rolled through her body. She moaned ever so quietly in content satisfaction. Pleased with herself to have finally released her tension. She again slipped onto her side, brought the sheet back across her body and smiled into the dark. Her body now relaxed and her mind now cleared, Maggie soon drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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Some eskişehir escort part of Maggie’s mind was aware the room was no longer dark.

“…et up Mag….”

She heard the words but couldn’t quite crawl out of her slumber to fully process them.

“Maggie! Time to get up.”

Maggie rolled up onto her elbow and squinted at the bright light. Blinking to gain focus, she found Miss Diana standing over her bed.

“It’s time to get up Maggie.”

Maggie nodded and rubbed her hand over her face, “Yes ma’am.”

“Now, Maggie. You have five minutes to get yourself into The Garden.” With that, Diana turned and left Maggie’s room.

Maggie’s eyes widened as the words sunk in and she watched the large nurse stroll to the door. Diana no longer wore the white nurses’ outfit she previously had. Ever since that special day, the former “Nurse Ferrell”, wore civilian attire. Most often blue jeans and a button down blouse. Maggie watched her full ass stretch the tight blue fabric as it disappeared out the door. Maggie found Diana a very attractive woman. She radiated a sense of sexuality that pulled Maggie into her.

The Garden… Maggie rolled the words through her mind as she quickly left her bed and began to straighten it. I’m going to The Garden again. What will it be this time? Will I again be watching? Will I be a part of it? Will he be there?” Maggie was nervous but excited.

There was no time for her normal morning shower so she quickly dragged a brush through her hair. At the same time she stripped off her white panties and white T-shirt, her standard nightclothes in the center. She hurried to the door and there, just outside it and on the floor was the neatly folded stack of clothes. Each morning they were there. A fresh pair of panties, gray T-shirt, gray sweatshirt, gray sweatpants, and white socks. Maggie dressed in a blur. She watched her fingers shake as she folded her sleepwear and headed for the door.

As she exited her room, Maggie stopped to set the folded dirty clothes in the spot where the clean ones had been left and then padded off to The Garden.

She made her way down the halls that led her to that large wooden door. She stopped and briefly recalled the amazing things she’d been exposed to on the other side of the door. Her anxiety slammed around in her belly like a swarm of butterflies. She had no idea what lay in store for her once she entered the room. Maggie took a deep breath and let it slowly out. Her hand reached up and slowly eased the heavy door open.

The first time she’d been here, when Dr. Clark had opened this door for her, the large rectangular room had been lit by dozens of candles. The golden glow had radiated off the deep red walls and glimmered in the shiny wooden floors. But she now saw only one candle burning. The little candle lit only a small circle around it before the weak light faded. The harsh light around her made it very difficult for her to peer into the darkness.

Maggie stepped inside and let the door close behind her. With the bright light shut out she blinked and tried to force her eyes to adjust. She could make out subtle shapes and shadows and realized they were the dark wrought iron candleholders scattered about the room. The small candle flickered with the subtle disturbance of the air. It was set on the floor just in front of the chair from where she had watched Diana and Chen and Dr. Clark. Where she’d sat strapped when Diana and Chen gave her that most wondrous reward.

Maggie cautiously moved toward the chair and the light. She bumped into a candleholder and jerked. Her hands flashed out and caught it. She sighed. Okay Maggie, now relax. Just relax. Go over to the candle and…

His words floated through her mind. She recalled Dr. Clark telling her that when she was summoned to The Garden she was to strip completely naked. He’d explained that everyone who entered The Garden had to fully expose themselves; physically, mentally, and emotionally. He’d said that only through time and understanding could one cover any part of themselves while in The Garden.

Maggie found herself standing between the chair and the candle and starring down into the light. She glanced back at the chair and up in the direction of the door that she could barely make out, then back to the candle.

She took a deep breath and pulled the heavy sweatshirt over her head. She folded it neatly and set it beside her foot. Then she did the same with her T-shirt. She reached behind her back and her fingers deftly unsnapped her white bra. Her youthful breasts hung firm and smooth, her nipples began to swell.

Maggie’s eyes had grown more accustomed to the dim light and she glanced up. The line of chromed-chains, the ends of which were above her head, sat silently in the neat row that spanned the width of the room. The heavy wood armoire, that conspicuous stately guardian, stood centered on the wall opposite her. It gaziantep escort was the keeper of the many tools and implements that Maggie had only briefly been exposed to.

She lifted her leg and reached to pull a sock from her foot. As she did, Maggie’s eyes ran down the line of steel rings bolted to the floor. One ring directly beneath each length of hanging chain. And like the chains, the row of rings ran from one wall across the room to the other wall. Her mind conjured the image of Chen’s ankles being bound to the rings, her wrists bound to the chains overhead.

As she peeled off the sock and raised her other leg, she gasped and nearly fell over. She recoiled in sudden fear. Instinctively her arms shot up and covered her exposed breasts. Her eyes widened as she worked to focus on him. There in the corner stood a man. Maggie saw that he was naked, his hands crossed and covering his genitals. She shuddered slightly when she realized he was wearing a mask. Or maybe it was a hood of some kind. His entire head surrounded in black. Only his eyes and lips exposed. The tightness of the hood caused his head to look perfectly round and smooth.

She quickly glanced into the other corner and discovered another man there. Standing in the same fashion and also hooded. She looked over each shoulder and found two more men. In each of the four corners a man stood naked, hiding his genitals and wearing a tight black hood. Maggie was frightened. They at first appeared very ominous to her. Here she was half-naked surrounded by four men in hoods. But as the shock slowly eased she thought on them with more clarity. They’re all naked. And they’re hiding their dicks. These men are more like me than rapists. They look like…slaves.

At that thought Maggie became angry. The bastards had just stood there silently and watched her undressing. She felt her feisty attitude snap forward. She wanted to yell at them. Wanted to scream at them to get the fuck out of there. But Maggie held her tongue and scowled at each of them.

She was now confronted with a new dilemma. She knew she had to be naked but that would mean flashing these strange men. Maggie rolled it over in her brain.

“Well, fuck it.” Her words just a whisper. Then just as she had the night she’d first arrived at the center and Diana demanded she strip, Maggie ripped off the remainder of her clothes. Silently cussing the men and mocking them in her mind to reinforce her courage. She hurried through folding the remainder of the clothes, arranged them in the properly stacked order that she slid next to the chair and then stood with her hands on her hips. She slowly gazed at each of the men. Despite their hoods, Maggie could plainly see they watched her closely.

Then with a “humph” and a flick of her hair Maggie put her back to the armoire to face the door. She knelt and placed her bare ass on her heels and rested her palms on the tops of her naked thighs. Assuming the same position she’d seen Chen in seemed the proper thing to do.

Slowly the fire eased from Maggie’s chest. She could feel their eyes on her. Roaming over her flesh. And so she, they, waited.

Eventually, Maggie heard the door opening and she glanced up. The light in the hall had been extinguished so the door remained cloaked in darkness. Maggie was unable to make out a shape in the doorway. Slowly a dim light began to fill the room and she looked up to the ceiling. She realized there were recessed lights she hadn’t before noticed.

She looked back to the entrance. There stood Miss Diana slowly turning the dimmer-switch until the room was bathed in a faint soft light. Maggie noticed that unlike the last time she’d seen Diana in this room, the large woman remained clad in her street clothes. Her blue jeans stretched tight over her ample hips. Her black button down blouse tucked into the waist of the jeans. Maggie noticed Diana was barefoot. As her eyes scrolled upward she also noticed Diana had opened the top few buttons of her blouse. Her massive milky white breasts partially exposed. The deep crevice of her cleavage beckoned to Maggie and all who gazed upon her.

Diana closed the door and then turned to face Maggie. She had one hand on her hip, the other held her riding crop. The crop Maggie had seen redden Chen’s ass at Diana’s hand. Maggie could see something hanging off the end of the crop but couldn’t make out exactly what the item was.

“Maggie, Maggie, Maggie…” Diana slowly shook her head. Her long wavy blonde hair shuffled. Her pretty eyes seemed slightly dark.

As Diana spoke she stepped to one of the men in the corner. “I knew it Maggie. I knew it the first night you came here.” She paused just to the side of the hooded silent figure and looked back at Maggie.

“Remember? I even told you that I knew you would test me. Well, you probably don’t remember since you were so busy trying to be a tough little bitch.” Diana looked at the man who continued to stare straight ahead and cup his genitals. She raised the crop and dragged the limp item that dangled at the end over the man’s hooded face.

Maggie hadn’t moved, only her eyes followed Diana’s movements. Her breathing had quickened from nervousness as she struggled to get a feel for Diana’s tone. Her voice was soft and almost contented. But Maggie had heard that voice before and knew well it could quickly turn very harsh.

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The auditorium had filled up already for the most part and it took me a minute or so to spy a raised empty section behind the crowd. The floor of the auditorium was filled with rows of folding metal chairs, almost all taken already, but the area I headed to in the back had permanent theater seating — and more importantly, was pretty deserted. It was situated on a rise, and had a short wall in front of it, as if to provide me with barrier from the rest of the crowd. I choose a seat about a third of the way over from the end, adequate to see and hear the speakers, but removed for the few others who sat up there.

I opened my notebook to take notes, should anything important be said, and started going through the welcome packet I had been given at the front. It contained a CD (OASIS – no clue what that is), an application for a parking permit ($125! They must be crazy), a Go Bulls! bumper sticker (dull school colors), a fall semester class schedule list, and some advertising for credit cards, etc. In the back of my mind, the thoughts of last night’s dream had turned into a daydream, and it was progressing nicely…

We were laying in the bed, Him flat on the bed with me turned towards Him, my head on His chest as he rested. My leg was thrown across His thigh, my chest pressed to His side and I felt close. He hadn’t gone to sleep, but instead held me tightly, one arm wrapped about my back and resting on my ass. Occasionally, he would turn and kiss the top of my head or my forehead softly, making me feel cherished, loved, adored. I turned to look at Him and was pleased by the contented smile on His face. I let my finger slowly draw across His body, pulling through the soft sheen that was drying as we lay there. As it circled His nipple, I saw His cock flinch involuntarily, and it both amused me and tempted me onward. I leaned forward and took His nipple in my mouth, suck, nibbling lightly, licking it fiercely while keeping it trapped between my teeth. Below, His cock twitched with His heartbeat, growing minusculely with each twitch.

“Aye, wench, will you not let a poor man have any rest at all? Are you trying to send Me to an early grave by wearing Me out, lass?”

Then He took my head in His hand and pulled me to His lips, kissing me. In my daydream, my nasty inner-voice had control, as it would have were the situation real. It responded to His kiss as a hungry child begging for food… I thrust my hips forward, grinding myself onto His thigh, craving more as He continued the kiss. When it finally broke, my areola were puffed up fully and my nipples pressed into Him.

“But, please Sir, I didn’t get to feel Your cock in me. You teased and tormented me mercilessly — it was so wonderful! But it just left me craving move… craving more so badly, I could scream! I want you to take me and mark me as Yours…”

The words were having the desired affect, and His cock thickened and lifted, still throbbing. My hand went to it, to feel the warmth, as I continued to grind my still engorged clit against His muscular thigh.

In the auditorium, I slipped off my shoes as the first speaker took the podium. I tucked one leg under myself, so that I could sit with my pussy pressing against the arch, my clit against the ball of my heal. Oh, how often since I had serendipitously discovered I could do that had I permitted myself to cum that way in study hall, trying to keep quite in a small alcove in the library? The speaker talked of welcoming us to USF (Go Bulls…), and how she was sure the school could offer us plenty of opportunities. I opened the course schedule on my lap, intending to use it as more of a shield than any form of reading material. My eyes glanced down and I realized for the first time how big the school actually was — the catalog was 167 pages long, with each class listing consuming the equivalent of a single line! My head spun for a second. The speaker droned on, and I went back to Him…

“Oh, My dear little craven wench, were it not that you were irresistible, so that I might find calm.”

I batted my eyelashes at Him and He sighed. He had about as much chance of withstanding my advances as chocolate has of staying firm in a fire. He grabbed me by the hairs at the back of my head and pulled me to Him, kissing me more, progressively more insistence with each kiss. I shifted my position so that I was atop of Him, my chest pressed to His, my thighs stretched across Him, and the kiss continued, endlessly as the fingers of His free hand roamed my skin. I shivered and groaned into His mouth, my hips trying to grind my heat against the base of His shaft. I could feel it throbbing and growing yet more erect.

Clapping from the crowd raised me from my reverie for a moment, and a new speaker took the stage, a short black woman in a police uniform. She spoke for a very brief moment in time and then the house lights dimmed and a prerecorded infomercial for safety on campus and the role of the campus police düzce escort started. They immediately started with talk of date rape and sexual harassment being serious charges… My inner-voice chimed up: you can’t rape the willing. And sexual harassment is just flirting to a nice slut like me…

The kiss had devolved us into animals, grabbing at each other, grasping, clawing, grinding. Whatever else was in the world, it was totally blanked out by the intensity of our ever-increasing passions. He pulled me forward, so that my breasts hung before His mouth and slowly started drawing circles about the aerola. He was driving me crazy. “God, You tease, will You please suck it, Master? Bite it even! Something; you’re driving me – Your slut – mad with the torture of it.”

My hands held His head and I tried to press Him forward into my breast, trying to force it into His talented mouth. His hands found purchase on the underside of my breasts, forcing the sensitive point forwards towards Him — but not quite enough. I hadn’t considered He might stop to respond to me. The muscles in His neck thickened as He pushed backwards just enough to keep me away… It just made the torture worse. I lay my entire weight on His hands, trying to force myself down to His mouth.

“But, my dear, you wouldn’t have it any other way — this is why you stay with Me, isn’t it? Because I do torture you and make you crave, crave so badly…”

I gave in and shouted, “Yes, You cock-sure bastard, You make me feel loved and make crave like a bitch in heat! I am Your’s, all Your’s, do what you will with me, but please suck my…”

My voice turned into a gurgle of passion as His teeth lightly scraped across my aerola, trapping my nipple, holding it firmly, tugging, then His mouth closed and He sucked. The feelings of surrender raced through my body and through my mind. yes, He made me crave. And made me feel loved. God, is there really such a man out there, one who can exchange those feelings so quickly, taking me from one plateau to the other?

His hips canted upwards under me and I could feel the fullness of His head atop that long shaft, His gloriously beautiful head starting to part my inner lips. I needed Him in me — now! I pushed backwards and down, feeling Him slide into me partially, only to be stopped as my breast and aerola stretched, the nipple still trapped in His teeth. Surely I was going mad…

The lights came back on and the police officer resumed the stage. I bit my lower lip and ground myself down on my heal, wishing that I had something deep inside of me to fill my need. She spoke a bit more about where the main police station was and where the sub-station was, of where to get your bicycle engraved and how the campus police were a real police force, not a security patrol. She then yielded the stage to the head of the security patrols, a lanky young male who I guessed was in his early 20’s. I drank the last of my orange crush to wet my lips, which were feeling quite dry probably because all your moisture is leaking out of our cunt, slut.

The security man kept it fairly short. Where ever a blue flashing light was, there was a panic button and a telephone that would contact the police dispatcher — they were in each parking lot and the lobby of most buildings, among other places. My clit throbbed and my inner-voice told me that I was ready to cum if I wanted it, that my body was ready. Hell, I knew my body was ready — I knew it so damn well! But not right here, right now. I wanted to be in my daydream… I needed His cock deep in me!

He continued, saying the security patrols were the ones in golf carts (not be confused with the police, in marked cars and on bicycles), and they would be happy to offer you a ride to your car or to the edge of campus if you desired it as part of their services. The next speaker was an tall, thin, athletic male who came to pitch the school’s sports activities and to say that just because they had a football team doesn’t mean that they aren’t serious about their other sports like cross-country running and golf. I got up and headed out to the lobby to find the bathroom, leaving my notebook and welcome packet behind, but taking my purse and, absent-mindedly, the empty bottle with me.

The bathrooms were big, institutional, and fortunately quite empty. I walked to the back, to the handicapped stall (I prefer the bigger stall, the private sink), checked to insure it was clean and locked myself in. Quick glance around — private sink, but no trash can. What moron thought that up? I set the bottle and the purse on the edge of the sink, undid my shorts and let them fall about my ankles, then sat down on the toilet. I didn’t have to pee; I wanted the privacy, since this was going to be another mind-blowing orgasm.

That’s right, girl, it is going to be. I wonder what His cock is like… Gee, could you imagine if it were too edirne escort big to fit you, or too long to take all of it in? I shivered momentarily, then closed my eyes and went back to my daydream as I touched myself all over, imagining it was Him. I could hear the patter of the athlete on the stage, carried by the sound system into here.

I had His cock into me, and it was a tie between heaven and hell, partially impaled, feeling the ridge at the back of His cock’s head just slightly within me. I wanted to scream, but instead I moaned. In the bathroom, my fingers found my clit, still slightly raw from last night, and proceeded to touch it ever so softly.

I gasped. My mind flashed back to the dream where I was being thrust back and forth across His cock, wanting, panting, deliriously wanton but unfulfilled. Now, I was suddenly aware that it was happening again. He was in me in my daydream, but I felt the pangs of emptiness in reality, the craving.

Is my little slut’s drippy cunt still feeling empty? Then reach out and take the bottle, I want to feel something hard deep inside…

I had totally forgotten about the bottle. I reached out and took it, wiped it quickly with a bit of toilet paper. Taking it in hand, I rubbed the cool, long, thin neck against my opening, coating it with the juices that leaked so copiously from me. I pulled one foot through the leg opening of the shorts to permit myself to spread my legs further. That’s right, spread us open for that hard cock… I slid forward on the toilet seat to the edge and leaned back a little, spreading my thighs as far apart as I could — almost 180 degrees. My fingers spread my labia and I slowly let the bottle sink into me. My hand pushed and I felt the widening of the bottle at its’ shoulder; slowly I drew out and pushed again, bringing my other hand back to my nipple. The bottle was dragging across my clit with each stroke and I relaxed to try to take more of it.

His hands slipped down to my waist and his mouth released my nipple, then he slowly pushed downward with His hands, allowing me to slide down that incredible pole. I could feel the tissues inside opening up for Him, parting with His passage, and felt filled, incredibly filled, more so because I had craved this for so long. His cock feels wonderful, huge, thick, hard — and it goes so deep! Are you sure you can take it all, slut? Help Him, push down yourself, force it all into you!

I pushed the bottle harder, going a little further with each stroke, my vaginal sphincter opening a tad with each assault. It wasn’t a cock, but it was hard and thick and for now it would have to do.

He sat up on His elbows, His face finding my nipple again, and bit it. I pushed myself down onto Him, taking a little more of His length and girth with each stroke. I started to shake and He canted His hips back and forth, driving into me with short strokes, each one changing the angle at which His cock filled me. He lay back down and reached up, pulling me towards Him by my nipples. I came forward and His arms wrapped about me, pulling me ever onward, until my breasts dragged across His thick chest. I continued to move, stuffing that wondrous cock in me, whimpering, babbling incoherently. His mouth found my earlobe and started to lick and suck it; it was too much for me. His hands slid down to my ass and were guiding me in my strokes, using me as I needed to be used. Beg Him for it. You know you can’t cum without His permission. Ask His permission, because we’ll be in such trouble if we don’t…

“Oh, God, Master, may your little slut come all over that huge cock of Yours?” panting, moaning.

He pulled His lips from my earlobe momentarily. “Do you want to cum now, little one?”

“Yes, please, may I??? Urrgggg…”

Whispering, he replied, “soon, little one, very soon.”

“Now?!? I can’t (ummhhh) wait (aaahhhh) much (ooohhh!) longer… Plllleeeeaasseee?”

“Imagine that you entire body is nothing but a huge pussy; your earlobe is your clit, all swollen and soft in My mouth…”

He took absolute control, holding my skin tightly, impaling me repeatedly on His stave. His lips sought out my earlobe again, and sucked as if to give it a hickey. I was incoherent, full, beyond this place, my entire being focused on where He touched me, where our skin met, and I bit into His shoulder to try to control my overwhelming lust. In this position, my clit was dragging against His shaft with each thrust. My contractions started and I felt fear in displeasing Him by cumming too soon, without permission. I wanted to slow down, to hold it off since He hadn’t given His words of release, but His hands drove me onward.

Speaking while continuing to suck on my earlobe, He said “Do you like that, My sweet little cunt? Do you like how it feels when We are one, together, our flesh burning against each other?”

I moaned through clenched teeth, elazığ escort still biting His skin. My body was ignoring my attempts at trying to come away from the peak, the peak that was but a hair’s breath away and yet getting higher with each passing second, my muscles contracting across my body as my will fled and was replaced with more animal lust.

“I can feel your cunt pleading with My cock for release; the muscle contractions, the spasms. I can feel your engorged clit rubbing up and down My length, pleading, begging. Tell Me what you are, slut… “

I couldn’t think straight, but I knew I had to answer to be permitted release. One of His hands came away from my flesh for a second and then landed with a stinging sensation. “What are you?”

I pulled my mouth away from His shoulder (spank), and screamed “I am Yours, I am a slut (swat) – Your slut, a cunt (swat) – Your cunt, a slave (swat) – Your slave, a perverted little twat… (swat) (Aaaahhhhrrrr) Please, Sire?!?”

“Now, Karri, cum for Me, make that cunt feel what is to give itself to Me…”

The last part only registered in my brain slightly, because as soon as I heard the word ‘Now’ I started to cum. I screamed like a banshee and arched my back, then slammed myself down against His hard cock over and over, like a mad woman trying to pop a balloon. His teeth bit into my earlobe… My legs shook, my arms twitched, my stomach tightened, and the power of the wave ran over me, taking me, using me, ignoring whatever I wanted just to fulfill its’ own needs. His fingers found my nipple and pulled, twisted lightly, tugged, drawing out that orgasm even further, not letting it end yet. My body turned into a huge mass of quivering flesh, vibrating on that golden rod. Everything else was obliviated; I was just a cunt surrounding His flesh and nothing more existed in the universe except the feelings within my cunt and the thickness it surrounded. My legs gave out and I jerked spasmodically on His cock, each jerk pushing my clit against His skin and starting another reaction. I collapsed upon Him, and twitched, the images of it all burned into my eyelids. His arms wrapped about me, lovingly, holding me, and when I would think it was pretty much over, He would flex His hips again, pushing Himself into me deeply, and run a finger across the back of my neck and then kiss my face. I was sated; I was woman and there was no doubt that this is what I was meant for — to be His however he would have me.

Slowly, I came back to reality. The speaker was one I didn’t recognize. I pulled the bottle, and it didn’t want to come out at first, held in by suction. I pulled harder, twitching as its girth drew outwards against my clit. It finally released with a suction sound, and I squeezed my kegel muscles to force the air outward. When I did so, a great wave of fluid came out, undoubtably having been held in place by the bottle’s tight fit. I slowly stood, dizzy, weak, and smiled.

Finally, I reached for my purse and placed it on the floor, then sat backwards on the sink and washed away the juices that covered me. Using a ridiculous amount of toilet paper, I patted everything dry and then flushed the paper down the toilet.

Slowly, I dressed, trying to make myself moderately presentable, in spite of the fact that I was sweaty and looked drained. Retrieving my purse, I was at ends about what to do with the bottle — do I leave it here, do I take it with me and throw it away, or do I take it home and mount it in a frame, a trophy for Him at a later date to show Him how badly He made me need? Finally, I decided I would throw it away and at some later time — sometime in the next few days — I would find an adult store and buy a proper dildo that I could tuck in my purse.

I opened the stall door, and as I did, the black policewoman walked in, flushed, excited, posed for action. I looked at her, not comprehending. She spoke first…

“Are you OK? There were reports of screaming in here.”

“Uhhh… yes, I’m fine. I’m sorry.”

“Are you alone?”

“I think so.” I started to think about suitable excuses, although it wasn’t like me to use them for any reason — this was just too hard to explain.

She quickly moved stall to stall, checking to see if there was anyone else (there wasn’t), and then turned back towards me. “Do you want to explain yourself?”

A light bulb flashed on in my head. “No, not really, but I will anyway. The slide show in the auditorium was flashing at a particular rate, and I felt a seizure start to come on, so I came in here to take my medicine and lay down to help prevent injury.”

I hoped she hadn’t heard what was being screamed. The bottle picked that exact moment to drop from my weakened fingers and tinkered across the ground, fortunately not breaking. She eyed me closely, as if to examine me, and then noting my flushed and weakened state, accepted the excuse.

“You should have gotten somebody for help.”

“I’m here for the first time and didn’t know where to go. I didn’t see any of the blue flashing lights the security personnel spoke of here in the lobby and didn’t think I would have the time to leave the building to seek proper help.”

“OK. I think we should get you to the clinic so they can make sure you’re ok.”

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This is a story about a coworker of mine and her first experience with bondage. To begin with I’m a Marine stationed at Camp Pendleton. I’m 28 years old with brown hair, I stand 5’11” 190 pounds and am muscular. I’ve been told by women that I’m really good looking and am even more attractive due to the confidence I exhibit. I had just come back from my second tour in Iraq and sometimes the Marine Corps gives easy jobs to people that just come back from a deployment, so I was tasked with working at the base auto shop for 6 months. The auto shop has civilian employees that run the place; they just use the Marines to help supplement the shop, kind of like part-time employees. It was an easy job, 8 hours a day, and all I had to do was hand out tools. This was a lot better than the 15-hour days of constant field training and crazy physical training that I had been used to for the past few years.

Anyways, the second day I worked there I met Erika. My jaw about dropped when I first saw her, she was a gorgeous Hispanic girl with a body to die for. She was 23 years old, stood 5’7″ and 130 pounds give or take. She had beautiful brown eyes and long dark hair with dark skin. She smiled at me and introduced herself and the way she looked at me I knew I had been caught staring. I just smiled and nodded my head as I told her my name and that it was nice to meet her. She told me that we’d be seeing a lot of one another since we’d both been scheduled for the night shift. After that I can tell you I really looked forward to going to work. Our shift was from 1-9 Monday through Friday and after 5 o’clock we’d be by ourselves till closing at 9.

For about a week after we started working together, we just got to know one another. Then one day as we were putting away tools on the shelves she asked if I had a girlfriend or anything. I told her that I hadn’t had a girlfriend for over a year due to deploying to Iraq and the constant training beforehand.

“As a matter of fact, you’re the first pretty girl I’ve even seen in 9 months, there were no females at the base I was on and since I just got back and settled in, I haven’t even had a chance to go out into town or anything,” I told her.

“REALLY,” she exclaimed. “That must suck.”

“Hell yes it does, what about you though, no guy in your life?”

“Nope, I just broke up with my boyfriend two weeks ago.”

“Too bad for him,” I laughed.

“You don’t know the half of it,” she said as she wiggled her eyebrows up a few times and gave an evil grin. Then she deliberately turned around and bent to pick up some tools from a bottom shelf giving me a good look at her ass in the tight blue uniform pants that the civilians had to wear. As she came back up I was just shaking my head and laughing.

“That was just wrong.”

I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said with an exaggerated innocent face.

After that we started flirting with one another constantly and she would even take opportunities to brush up against me with her body, it started to drive me insane. Then it happened, the perfect opportunity to invite her out, during our conversations I found out she was a football fan and that our teams had a game against each other that weekend. I invited her over to my apartment to watch the game together and she agreed.

She came to my apartment late Sunday and the only way I can describe her outfit is OH MY GOD. Black knee-high boots, dark plaid miniskirt, dark black button up shirt that was left unbuttoned just enough to see a white bra peeking out, and her hair loose about her shoulders. As I stood there with the door open she just smiled and walked in.

“Since you seem a little stunned right now, I’ll just assume you’re eventually going to invite me in,” she said as she walked by me. As she did so she reached up and nonchalantly brushed her lips against mine. It wasn’t a kiss, but it did send a thrill through me and brought her close enough that I could smell a clean just showered scent coming off her. I stood there and closed my eyes for a second to absorb the reality of the moment. After I came back to my senses, I looked and saw that she had sat down on the couch with her legs crossed and looking at me with a grin. She had the upper hand between us and she knew it. I shook my head and closed the door while asking her if she needed anything. After that we got settled in and started watching the game. We decided to bet on the game with the loser buying lunch the entire week. We had a blast talking trash about each other’s team and just joking and talking about our lives. Before we knew it, the game was over and my team had won.

“Yes, I’m going to eat good this week, no chow hall for me,” I laughed.

“Hmph, you suck, your team got lucky,” she said as she stuck out her tongue.

While we were sitting and talking, I told her to hold on. I went to my bedroom and came back with a deck of cards. I told her in my spare time in Iraq I had learned card magic from a friend. I then proceeded to show her a variety of tricks that actually tekirdağ escort had her amazed. She couldn’t believe some of the tricks and told me how good I was.

“All I can say is that I would never want to play poker with you,” she commented.

“I love poker, do you play often?”

“Actually, I don’t know how to play.”

“Do you want to learn?”

“Sure, why not.”

I proceeded to teach her how to play for 20 or 30 minutes until she understood the value of the hands in poker. Then I started teaching how to bet and ‘read’ people, and what to look for as you play other opponents. I had an idea then and with my own look of innocence told her.

“You know, you really can’t learn how to bet unless you actually bet, it’s hard to read someone’s face unless they really stand a chance of losing something, so let’s bet, ok!”

“I didn’t bring any money.”

I had known this and replied, “How about we play for clothing?”

She froze and looked at me with a ‘what are you trying to pull’ face.

“Are you asking me to play strip poker with you?”

“Well, it will help you learn,” I said grinning.

“Uh huh,” she said as she rolled her eyes. “Fine, we’ll play but I deal, I don’t trust you not to cheat.”

I was so excited I could care less who dealt, I figured she wouldn’t stand a chance anyway so I would be seeing her naked body very quickly.

At first I wasn’t disappointed, she lost her watch, jewelry and all the little side items rapidly. She even lost her boots, but since I liked the look of them on her I told her she could keep wearing them, but that she couldn’t use them as a bet again. I lost a few hands and had to ditch my shoes and socks but I wasn’t overly worried. Then finally, she lost her shirt. She just shook her head as she started unbuttoning the blouse.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this, you’re lucky, I’ve never played strip poker before.”

I couldn’t help but agree that I was lucky as I stared at her white lace bra, it was very see through and I could see her big brown nipples through the sheer fabric. She saw me looking and for a second I was worried that she would stop playing but she just smiled and continued on.

After that things went downhill for me. I lost the next few hands and before I knew it, I was down to just my pants. I was worried because that meant the very next hand, I would have to use my pants as the ante and I would be left in my men’s black bikini underwear. I tried one last idea.

“I’ll make you a deal, if I win the next hand you have to take off everything, but if you win you can handcuff me and take off anything of me you want!”

“Handcuffs?” She said with a questioning look.

“Yeah, I own a pair that I use for ‘special occasions.’ Why you’ve never used handcuffs?” I asked.

“No, I haven’t,… hmmmm… but it sounds interesting, you’ve got a deal.”

She dealt the hand and I was ecstatic, she had dealt me three jack’s, I knew I was going to see her body.

However, when she turned over her hand my stomach dropped, I couldn’t believe it, she had a straight. The only thing I could think was ‘son of a bitch.’

“All right, woo hoo, let’ssss seeeee the handcuffs,” she crowed.

I went to my room and came back with them, setting the keys on the table. In the meantime, she had pulled out a chair to the middle of the living room.

As I handed her the handcuffs she asked, “How do I do this?”

“Well you can either cuff me with my hands behind my back, or since these are ghetto apartments, and you can see this pipe going through the center of my living room you could cuff my hands above my head to that. Don’t worry, I sometimes use the pipe to do pull-ups, so it’s strong and won’t give way.”

“I like that idea,” she exclaimed, as she grabbed the chair and stood on it so she could handcuff me easier. “Hands above you daddy!”

“Daddy?”

“What, you don’t like that name?”

“Uhm, in point of fact I do like that name,” I told her and we both grinned.

Since she was being ‘bad’ I figured I could get away with a little trouble, so as I put my hands above me I ‘accidentally’ brushed her skirt up and caught a glance of her white lace see-through panties.

“Hey, watch what you’re doing daddy!” She said as she narrowed her eyes.

I just cracked a grin and said, “Oops, my bad.”

She rolled her eyes as she stepped down and back from the chair leaving my hands cuffed above me.

“What are you going to do now?” I asked.

“First I think we need to talk about that bet I lost and what I can give in replace of buying you lunch.”

“What are you offering?”

“How about a long, slow kiss.”

“Deal.”

She came over to me then and put her arms around my neck, and with one hand behind my head she bent me down and kissed me. Our eyes closed, and as her tongue darted into my mouth and played against my tongue one hand kept caressing the back of my head. I couldn’t tokat escort believe how sweet her lips tasted and how soft they were. After what felt like forever she finally broke the kiss, as she leaned back she kept her hands on the back of my head and neck.

“How was that?” Good enough to cancel my bet?”

“Uh huh,” was all I could whisper at the moment.

“I get to do whatever I want to you right?”

I just nodded, as she moved behind me. She then tilted my head back and I felt gentle pressure as she softly kissed my neck. The pressure increased a little and I realized she was giving me a hickie. As I started to pull my neck away she held on tight and gave a harder kiss before she broke away.

I looked at her wild-eyed saying, “You can’t do that to me, I’ll get in trouble with a hickie.”

She laughed and told me it was low on my neck and that my uniform would cover it. Then she pulled the chair up to sit right in front of me and as she looked up at me she pulled down my zipper and undid the front button of my jeans. She slid her hands to either side of my hips and then moved her hands to my butt. As she cupped my ass she gave it a firm squeeze.

“Nice ass, very tight, and I love your underwear, black bikini’s are my favorite on a man. Have I ever told you how hot I think you look in uniform and how many times I’ve wanted to grab your ass?” she said looking in my eyes but with her hands still on my ass.

“No,” I said. “I thought you never noticed me.”

“I’ve always noticed you, from the moment we first met and you couldn’t stop staring at me.”

“What can I say, you’re beautiful!”

“Is that why you always stare at my ass when you think I’m not looking?”

I just grinned, the whole conversation she had kept her hands on my butt and it was really turning me on. I was getting very hard and with my jeans undone it was obvious.

I then told her, “You know you like it when I look, otherwise you would have said something.”

She just shrugged and then said, “Since I have you captive, now I’m going to give you something to really look at.”

With those words she pulled my pants to my knees and then stepped back pushing the chair aside. She went and lit a few candles I had scattered around the room and then turned off the lights. Then she walked to my stereo and turned it on, she found a nice slow R&B station and as she stood in front of it, she started swaying to the slow music. After a few moments she turned around and started to dance. The dancing got more provocative by the second when finally, she turned her back to me, looked over her shoulder and lifted her skirt. I was amazed, she had an awesome ass and her panties were a thong in the back. She was giving me a great view of her wiggling little ass and I loved it.

“Marry me,” I joked.

She laughed and let her skirt drop back down, but then she reached under and began to pull her panties down. I watched as she slid them down to her ankles of her boots and then stepped out of them. She bent down, picked them up and looking me in the eyes walked over to me, put a hand in the waistband of my underwear, pulled them out and let her panties drop down my front. She then let the waistband snap back while never breaking eye contact with me.

I could feel the silkiness of her panties pressed to my member and as she stepped away from me, I tilted my head back and groaned.

She was still dancing as I looked back down, but she had turned her back to me and as I watched she reached behind and undid the clasp on her bra. She turned to face me and as she danced, she pulled the bra off with one hand while keeping the other hand across her tits so that I only caught a flash of her nipples. I strained against the handcuffs as she danced around to my back. I saw her bra flash by my head and felt her hands on either side of my waist. I tried to twist my head to look back behind me but she pushed her tits into my back and kept them pressed against me. I wanted to see her tits, but feeling them against my back was breathtaking. As her hands started to roam my chest and her tits rubbed my back both of us started swaying to the music. She began to move to the side and then to my front, always keeping her chest pressed against me and never letting me see anything. Finally, she told me to close my eyes and keep them closed until she said to open them. I shut them and felt her move away, after only a couple seconds she told me to open them. I looked and saw her swaying with her hands above her head, totally topless. She had wonderful 36C sized tits and she looked so hot dancing to the music, I could see her nipples were nice and hard and perfect half-dollar sized. Angels couldn’t be this amazing, I thought.

She swayed back over to me and hooked her fingers into my waistband and without saying a word of warning pulled them all the way down. I was rock hard and she saw all nine inches of him, she just kept looking and reached over a few fingers trabzon escort and slowly stroked him up then down, then around the top, and finally running her fingers through my hair down there. I started to growl as she did this because it felt so good.

She stepped back once more and started to undo the buttons on her skirt. When the last one was undone, she looked at me and pulled the skirt away. I looked down at her body and was in awe. She had a flawless body with tight muscles, and in the glow of the candles her skin looked golden. I could also see her pussy was shaved completely bare.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

She smiled shyly at that moment and just mumbled thanks. Then went to the table and picked up the keys to the handcuffs. She grabbed the chair and moved over to me to unlock me. Doing so happened to put her pussy right about eye level, I marveled as I gazed at how smooth the skin was and how striking it seemed. When I felt the cuffs free from my wrists I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her waist. She squealed as I lifted her and moved toward my bedroom with her. As I walked, I let her slide down into my arms and our lips instinctively locked into a kiss while her legs wrapped around me. I laid her on the bed and leaned back letting the moonlight from the open curtains in my room spill onto her naked form. She was still wearing the boots and it made her look all the sexier. She didn’t realize it but I still had the handcuffs and before she knew it, I had cuffed her hands to the top of the headboard the same way she had cuffed me except she was lying down and I was between her legs. She gasped and struggled her arms a little bit and then looked at me.

“My turn,” I told her with mischief in my eyes.

It was my turn to tease her, but before I began, I reached over to my nightstand and took out some rope and two bandanas but kept these from her view. I started kissing her neck gently, then I kissed down to her chest and as I took one of her nipples into my mouth she groaned and began to squirm underneath me. I traced circles around her nipple with my tongue while my hand started playing with the other nipple, gently squeezing it, rolling it between my finger thumb and forefinger. I started flicking the nipple I was licking with my tongue and was rewarded with a whimper. After a few minutes of this I decided to go lower, and started kissing her belly and sides. She was starting to grind into me in anticipation of what she knew was coming. As I slid down, I looked up and saw her occasionally looking down her body at me, as I took my time, she would throw her head back and grind into me, thrashing and begging me to hurry.

“Please.”

“Please what?” I breathed.

“Please hurry,” she growled as she twisted underneath me.

“What do you want me to do?” I had finally reached her bare mound and was kissing and licking to either side of her lips where her leg began and this was making her go wild with her writhing getting more intense each second.

“I want to feel you, I want you to lick me, I want you to make me cum.” She had to pant out the words she was so turned on. I grabbed her booted ankles, spread her legs, and looked up at her. She was so caught up in the moment she didn’t even feel when I wrapped the rope around her ankles. Before she could protest, I had tied one boot to the side of the bed, I started to tie the other leg to the other side when she realized and tried to resist.

“Wait, what the hell are you doing?”

I didn’t reply, I just finished the job and leaned forward between her legs. I smiled and told her that now she was mine. She looked at me, then each leg as she tested to see how tight she was tied. After a minute she understood that she was helpless and very well tied down.

“I want to hear you say the words, ask me what you want me to lick.”

She let out a small scream and began to fight against her restraints breathing hard and heavy and trying to get free. I just started kissing and licking around her pussy and let her struggle fade away, finally she looked at me and I looked up at her as she said.

“I want you to lick my pussy and make me cum, daddy.” She snarled while glaring at me.

I immediately leaned down and licked her mound right up the middle as my arms shifted to her legs in an effort to keep them spread. She dropped her head back and let out a loud moan. I continued licking her slit, hard then soft, up the middle and down. I licked on either side of her lips, and then I thrust my tongue inside her, again moving up and down. It was an effort to continue as she was thrashing and writhing the whole time while moaning and groaning and screaming.

“Daddy, don’t stop.”

“Oh yes.”

“Oh god,” with a groan.

This was all repeated and moaned while her head shook back and forth as my tongue continued its methodical torture of her pussy. I did this for a long time and watched her struggles grow more intense, almost when I thought she was about to break free because she struggled so much, she arched her back, thrust her hips up and let out a scream as she came long and hard. She held that position for a minute until finally collapsing back on the bed out of breath. I raised up and watched her spent sweating body for a few moments. She just glanced at her restraints, and looked at me and asked.

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Shopping day rolled around. For the first time Master was going to take it to town and “teach” it how to shop. It is as if Master forgot it was once free, shopping on its own before it was owned. Slave was in for a treat, a shock, and surprise. The day was going to be long indeed.

Master put on a black leather collar with its Slave Register number, its pet name “Faro” (which ironically enough means handsome servant), and his name and contact information. Master also put on a leather harness strapping its upper arms to its chest, wrists to its waist, with two straps going across its torso with a D-ring at the center for its leash attachment. Master also put a black and white checkered latex brief with a zipper going from the back to the front. It’s chastity device and ass were covered for the moment. Last thing Master put on it was a set of ankle cuffs with a small chain connecting the two. It will not be able to walk very fast.

Master put on its leash to its chest harness and hooked it to the ring on the wall while he got ready. Slave’s mouth was gagged with a penis gag which it loved. The gag was custom made using Master’s dick as a mold, with an inflating base to keep its cheeks puffed out and its mouth completely engulfed with Master’s dick. Master also put a blindfold over its eyes, and ear plugs in to completely cut out the world and concentrate on sucking Master’s dick.

Master was gone for a long while, but he came back. Slave could smell the oil Master used to protect his leather jacket. Master soon took out the ear plugs and blindfold and it could see the white and black checkered leather brief with black leather chaps and his black leather jacket with white trim along the pockets, cuffs, straps and inside lining. Master of course wore white and black leather boots to match.

Master took its leash off the wall and led it out of the house to the truck. There was its cage master put into the bed to transport his chattel. It still cannot believe it refers to itself as that, but Master does call it his manimal. Slave does see itself more as that than as a man as it did when it was younger. It is a pet. It is not a man, and Master must transport his pet safely and contained as the law would require any animal.

One might think that transporting a slave manimal in the middle of the city would seem strange. But, in a nation where every citizen has the right of self determination (though slave was not given the choice in the matter, but sold by its parents to Master), most people just look at slave in a cage and drive on without a second thought. Master’s neighbors already know he lives in the BDSM community, and just accept him for who he is, and just is happy that he has found a pet who enjoys him. Slave did not choose this life, but it accepts it with all its heart and loves its master with all its soul.

Master drove through town and into the financial district. Traffic was a bit thicker, and more people pointed and giggled at Faro in the cage, but it doesn’t care. It accepts what it is and cares not for what other people think anymore. Finally Master drove to a parking garage and underground loading zone for the Blackwell Building. In its free life it knew of the building, but had never been there. There are residences and a hotel on the upper floors. There are storefronts on the lower floors. It thought that there was a specialty grocery store in it, but never figured out what was sold there. Slave may finally get a chance to know.

Master drove to a loading dock and received a valet ticket. A young man got into the cabin of the truck and drove slave onward. The young man parked the truck and came around back with a leash and key to the cage. He opened the cage, put a muzzle onto slave, attached the leash to slave’s harness and led it inside. Master was there watching everything that happened. Faro did not dare refuse what Master was willing to allow Faro to experience. That would lead to punishment.

My God, the young man is cute. He wore black trousers that look as if they were painted onto him with a white shirt perfectly ironed and a burgundy vest with gold buttons and clasps. His shoes were slip-ons with gold buckles matching the double banded leather collar he wore with a brilliant gold buckle. His hair was combed back with not a single hair out of place. His body is a bit skinny, but he has a gorgeous bubble but with somewhat muscular thighs and calfs. His arms are strong, but hidden underneath the shirt. It is evident that he is wearing a chastity device. It appears to be a carrara type. His package is only what the metal definition is, and the lock just above it is huge, with metal wrapping around to his backside and going through the crack of his round ass. Faro is drooling.

“Faro, bursa escort is it?”, the young man said. “I am also a slave, and my name is Lad. I will be teaching Faro how to shop today. If Faro does not behave it will be caned. If Faro does not do as it is told, it will be caned. If Faro resists, it will be caned. If Faro is not prompt, lags behind the pack, or acts lazy in any way, it will be canned. My Master owns the grocery store where slave will be shopping for its master from now on. My Master will punish me mercilessly if I do not punish Faro when it does not do as it is told. So I will be strict and relentless with Faro. A slave’s goal is to be the best servant it can be for its Master. Nothing less.”

Lad moved slave to a small room with a cage built into the wall. Faro was moved into the cage and was locked in. Master came in a few minutes later. “Now, there are some rules to shopping here. Some rules are on me, but most are on Faro. For one, I may not call Faro a faggot, or sissy, or slut, or even slave. For as long as Faro is here, I may only call it its Slave Registered name. Faro will be shopping in a small pack with other slaves, each with its own name. There is to be no confusion as to who I am talking to, or referring to. There is to be no confusion as to which slave is punished by the Alpha Slave or owner of the store. This store sells everything from food to electronics to slaves needing owners, and everything else.

“Now for Faro’s rules. Faro must listen to the teachings of its Alpha Pack Leader, Lad. Lad has permission to punish Faro with a cane if it does anything it is not allowed to do. Faro will see many things on display, but it has a list it must abide to. Faro is not allowed to touch or cart anything that is not on its pre-approved list. Faro must be nude. It may wear its collar, chastity, and anal device, but any clothing and anything else deemed unnecessary by the store owner must be taken off each time it comes to shop. If there are any problems, notify its pack leader Lad, and he will either remedy the situation or adjust Faro’s perception.

“Faro will be given a temporary mark which will allow Faro to shop here. If Faro is approved to shop here, and I believe that my property is safe here, Faro will receive a permanent mark allowing it to shop here without an Alpha shadowing it. Last thing, which I just purchased for Faro, is a tattoo marking it as a slave. Wherever it goes, it will be permanently marked as a slave. Any store Faro goes to it must show its slave mark and its mark allowing it to shop there. Without these I would need to do all the shopping and errands. This would defeat slave’s purpose as a servant.” With that Master just grinned and proceeded to unlock the cage door. Maser took its wrist and ankle cuffs, its chest harness, and its latex briefs. Faro was now completely exposed with only its collar, chastity, anal plug, and the muzzle Lad put on. Master relocked the cage door and left.

Lad came back in wearing nothing but his chastity device and a collar, and carrying a bamboo cane with a strap going around his wrist. Lad unlocked the cage door and put on a new wrist cuff attached to a shopping basket. Lad also stapled a tag into its ear with a number on it, “26”. “This also has a RFID tag in it, Faro. Faro will be scanned when it enters the shopping floor with the rest of its learning pack and will not be allowed to leave the sales floor without being scanned alongside my RFID tag. If Faro gets lost somehow, it will have this tag scanned and returned to my pack where I will then punish it. If Faro tries to leave without its pack it will be returned to me and then punished. If Faro puts anything into its cart that is not approved, the RFID tag will show what was approved when scanned at the register. If anything is in Faro’s basket that is not approved it will be caned.”

Lad left the room, “Come!”, he ordered. It stepped out and noticed three other slaves also outside of other rooms. Each wore a collar, tag in the ear (numbers 5, 13, 46), and chastity. Each of us wore a carrara type chastity device. Number 13 is young, maybe 18. Short, skinny blond boy who looked just terrified. His collar was light tan leather banded on top of a dark brown leather with a black buckle and D-ring with the named “Almonds”. Number 5 was an older man, maybe 45, with a chain collar. His body was very muscular and simply smooth. Like his body was lazered of every hair. There was no razor burn or waxing marks. He stood maybe 5’8″, just shorter than Faro. His collar named him “Puck”. Number 46 is a tall, slightly pudgy, older man than Puck, named “Twinkle”. His collar was pink with little gems sewn into it along with the name in white and purple glitter stitched into the front. His finger and toe nails were painted pink. Faro could imagine him in a girdle and pink dress. He’d match, but Faro didn’t want to assume. His body wasn’t bad, but not çanakkale escort as nice looking as the other two, or its own body.

“Come!” Lad commanded again and we four followed behind. We came up on an entry way with a small box on the wall that rang a chime each time one of us passed through. Lad was the last, and a receipt printed out, which Lad collected and placed in a small bag he was carrying. The guard next to the door wore a uniform with the grocery store’s name: Stanley’s Market. Faro felt a sudden burst of pain. Lad smacked its ass for not following him or the pack away from the door. “Come!” Lad commanded again.

“Each of you have a similar list. There are five items listed on each of your lists corresponding to the five different areas of the store. Your Owners have already put in enough money to cover these items into an account corresponding to each of your RFID tags. If you put something into your basket that does not belong, I have permission to punish you. If you do not pick up something on your owner’s list, I have permission to punish you. If you spend too long shopping for your items, wasting my time, I have permission to punish you.” Number 13 started to urinate. Lad came over to him, waited for him to stop, and then said, “this is not your floor, nor your owner’s floor. That must be removed.” Lad removed 13’s muzzle and commanded, “Lick it up!” 13 Hesitated, and was hit with the cane. “Lick it up now!”, and 13 fell to the floor and licked and sucked up all of his urine. “I will not hesitate in punishing you if you make a mess of any kind in my owner’s store. This is not your place. This is not your owner’s place. You leave here in as pristine of condition as when you arrive. There are zero alternatives.”

13’s muzzle was reattached when he was done licking the floor clean. Lad then had him put ten fingers on the closest rack and caned his ass ten lashings for putting him behind schedule. 13 cried of course, but it did not seem to matter. Lad finished, and then strangely hugged 13 and whispered something in his ear. Faro couldn’t hear, and 13 was muzzled so he couldn’t tell. But, 13 seemed relieved and ready to be led with the rest of us to the first room. It was filled with produce, juices, bulk grains, and bulk treats.

“You have fifteen minutes to explore this area and pick up your one item.” Faro looked around. Everything was so fresh, no blemishes on any of the vegetables or fruits. The nuts smelled like they were freshly cracked not ten minutes ago. The berries looked like they were fresh picked this morning. The candies and treats were all wrapped and displayed so pretty in their cases. The grains smelled like what they were instead of just smelling like the bin, like at Albertson’s, WinCo, or Whole Foods. Now it knows why each of us were muzzled. So none of us could take a taste of any of these pleasant foods. Before Faro knew it, time was up, and it didn’t get its item: Tofu. Faro was going to be punished.

“Show me!” Each presented their items: cauliflower for 5, strawberries for 13, and chocolate nipples for 46. “Where’s your item, Faro?” It couldn’t speak. It could only stand there and shrug its shoulders. “Did it not find tofu?” Faro couldn’t really respond, so it shrugged its shoulders. Lad grabbed it by its collar and dragged it to where the tofu was: in the vegetable section, in the subcategory of ethnic foods, subcategory asian, bottom row just above the Asian vegetables in the bottom of the refrigerated cabinet. “Here! Pick it up!” Faro did and then it was led to the nearest rack for punishment. Each crack of the cain against its ass was progressively worse than the one preceding it. Each crack of the cane was more or less over top of the exact same place preceding it, compounding the pain. Lad had good aim, apparently.

Afterwards, Faro too was hugged by Lad, and he said, “I hurt you only because I must. Hurting you breaks my heart. I mourn for you with each swing of the cain. But, if you do not get punished, you don’t learn enough about your place as a servant in life. If there is no punishment, there is no reinforcement of the need of perfection demanded from you. Now, be a good servant and get back with the others, and we shall proceed.”

It was comforting to hear this from Lad. It was not what Faro was expecting at all. 13 seemed to have a little glimmer of peace in his eyes. He was careful, but thorough in learning where everything was in the room. He picked up his item promptly, but still went through the store to take account of where everything was so it would be easier to find the next time he shopped there. It is a lesson I need to pick up as well in the next room.

The second room was filled with an onsite butcher and an array of meats. There were also seasonings, cheeses, dairy, breads & tortillas, and oils. Lad spoke again, “You have fifteen minutes to browse the area and find your item. This rize escort time, my item was tilapia. But how do I tell the butcher to cut for it pieces of tilapia? It had to ask Lad, but he turned me away. It is Faro’s job to make sure it gets its owner’s items however possible. Thankfully, number 5 also was at the meat counter. He gave his list to the butcher and the butcher took brisket and cut off three pounds for the slave. Faro went to the counter and did the same thing. The butcher looked at the list and proceeded to filet two fishes of tilapia. He said it would take a few minutes and to come back. Faro took it upon itself to explore the store.

The Butcher rang out, “Tilapia, four fillets.” Faro was on its way back and noticed number 46 apparently lost. He needed scones. Luckily, Faro knew where those were and led Twinkles to those. Lad called time before Faro was able to pick its item up from the butcher. Twinkles did not help it, and Faro got ten more lashes. This time Lad said, “I hurt you only because I must. I mourn with every stroke of the cain, with every new welt on your ass. You need to learn to be perfect for your owner. If you are going to show another servant where to find his item, you must make sure you complete your tasks first. Your primary goal in life is to be selfless to your owner, and serve your owner with your fullest capabilities. Help to others comes after this fact.”

Faro rejoined the group, and it scowled at 46 for not coming to its aid. Lad led us to the third room. In this room was all the household items: toiletries and grooming supplies, toilet paper and paper towels, cleaning supplies, vacuum parts and accessories, kitchen storage and laundry room items. Lad spoke again, “You have fifteen minutes to browse and to pick up your item.” Faro’s item was a pack of razor blades. There was no lock on the case. Why would there be? Where could a slave hide it?

13 got shampoo; 5 picked up hosiery; and 46 picked up bleach. 46 moaned and didn’t want to pick carry the bleach. He kept looking at its nails and then to Lad, to Lad and the bleach, the bleach and to his nails again. Lad did not care. Lad dragged 46 to a rack and took swings at his ass, ten in all. Lad tried to hug him and whisper in his ear, but 46 pushed him away. Lad put him to the rack again. Ten more lashes. “46, you must realize. My owner will punish me if I do not fulfill his orders to me. I must be able to comfort you after your caning.” 46 pushed him away again and then refused the rack. Lad waved to the guard in the room who took 46 to the rack, pulled a flogger from off of his belt and proceeded to flog 46 for five minutes. 46 fell to the ground and Lad finally was able to hug him and whisper in his ear.

The fourth room was filled with electronics. There were gaming consoles. The newest and latest generations with every accessory imaginable. There were televisions, home theatre systems, car stereos, cables of every kind for every need conceivable. There were even kitchen and laundry appliances. It was like Best Buy or a Sears Appliance Store was shrunk to this little room. It was a Geek’s heaven.

In the fourth room Lad said something new, “you have thirty minutes to explore and browse. Note, this part of the shopping there is no item to be picked up. Everything in this room is a living catalog. You take a slip, write down the item number, and hold onto it for the cashier at the end. We are not cruel here at Stanley’s Market, each similar item has a similar code. Each set of similar codes is marked by the aisle. Whatever you need, go to the aisle, which is your first two digit numbers. Each aisle is set up into five categories, which is your next digit number. Your last eight digit numbers are the specific SKU numbers to the item you are purchasing. Your purchase tag from this room will contain eleven digits. If it does not, containing either more or fewer will constitute a non item pic-up, and you will be punished. Be careful when shopping in here. It is easy to get confused.

46 was still crying from the last room. Faro may have one or two permanent scars from the caning because of 46. But it didn’t matter much. Faro explored the room. Its item is a JVC camcorder with dual recording SDXD cards. It is found in the camera aisle (04), subcategory (3), item number (27864298). Wow, it costs $398. The one right next to it is the same brand with one internal card and one removable card for $198. It wants to be prudent, but it also remembers Lad’s words, “Faro must be perfect and selfless to its owner.” Faro must put its Master’s desires first before all others. This is what Master wants, this is what it must choose.

Faro catches a glimpse of 5’s body. He is so perfectly toned. Its dick starts to fill its chastity, somewhat discomforting. He sees me, and shows off a bit. That doesn’t help Faro, but Faro has lived through morning wood issues with chastity. This wasn’t so severe as those times. But Puck’s body is also covered in tattoos, scarification, and scars from whips, caning, and others. No wonder he is well behaved. He must have done this quite a number of times before with both successes and failures. Just then I notice 13. He’s also noticed 5 and seems to be trying to rub his ass. Lad has none of that and takes him to a rack and canes him, ten lashes.

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Dirk Peterson gazed out of the restaurant window at the city bathing in the late summer sun. Some of the trees had already started to turn color, signifying that the warm weather would soon end. He felt that the last two months had passed quickly – mainly due to his involvement with Sadie Newman, who had made him happier than he had ever been before. He desperately wanted their relationship to continue; for she processed everything he could ever want in a partner. She was intelligent, stylish, kind, loving and beautiful. Dirk knew that he had fallen in love with her, so much so, that nothing else seemed to matter to him. He was so engrossed in his thoughts, that he didn’t notice Sadie return from the washroom.

‘Hello handsome,’ she said, as she sat down. ‘Were you daydreaming?’

‘Only about you,’ he replied, while looking lovingly at her. She looked beautiful with her flawless skin and long black hair. She was wearing a slinky green dress, which complemented her eyes. After paying the bill, Dirk hailed a cab and they returned to Sadie’s apartment. While he relaxed on the couch, Sadie disappeared to her bedroom and returned minutes later wearing a white silk dressing gown.

‘I thought I’d slip into something comfortable,’ she said. Dirk gave an approving smile, as she sat beside him. ‘Let me make you more comfortable,’ she added, as she started unbuttoning his shirt. When she had undressed him down to his silk boxer shorts, she led him into her bedroom. Sadie removed her gown to reveal she was wearing a white silk bra and panties. She lay on the bed and gave him a tantalizing smile. ‘Time to undress me, big boy.’

Dirk climbed astride her and felt a sense of achievement as he removed her bra for the first time. As he gazed at her breasts, he noticed they were smaller than he expected. He gently stroked her nipples, making them erect.

‘Do you like them Dirk?’ she asked softly.

‘I love them,’ he replied.

‘Are you disappointed that they’re too small?’

‘Of course not,’ he said, as he kissed each nipple. For several minutes they kissed, until Sadie reached down and started stroking his genitals through the soft fabric of his boxer shorts. Dirk felt himself becoming aroused and wanted her to remove his shorts and hold him. He desperately wanted to feel his manhood being released and caressed by the woman he loved. She continued to tease him without going any further, much to his silent frustration. Dirk reached down and started stroking her panties, causing Sadie to sigh. Dirk was ready to make love with her and didn’t want to wait any longer. He felt her hand continuing stroking his shorts and he was becoming inpatient.

‘Touch me please Sadie,’ he whispered, as he attempted to remove her panties. Suddenly she let go and pulled away.

‘I’m sorry Dirk,’ she said. ‘I’m not ready yet. Please hold me in your arms.’ Dirk hid his frustration and he put his arms around her, as they fell asleep in an embrace.

The following day, Dirk sat at his desk at The Daily Chronicle and recalled the previous evening’s events. It was the first time he and Sadie had slept together, but they had not made love. She had teased him but hadn’t held his cock, and he hadn’t touched her intimate regions. He had however, touched her petite but perfectly formed breasts, which he enjoyed. In the morning Sadie had apologised for not allowing him to go further, and he had told her that it was okay.

Later that day, when Dirk was working on a story about a congressman, he was joined by his colleague and close friend, Neal. Neal was a tall, black man who had been a promising basketball player in his youth, and now worked mainly as a reporter on local issues. After a while, Neal started laughing muğla escort and Dirk asked him what he found amusing.

‘A story I’m working on,’ said Neal. ‘There have recently been sightings of a naked man hanging around the red-light district. A few weeks ago two prostitutes claimed he was exposing himself to them. They said he was only wearing tall boots and a hard-on.’ Neal continued to laugh as he typed at his keyboard.

Dirk knew that the man in question was Falcon — his alter-ego. Three times in the last three months Falcon had ventured into the red-light district, attempting to catch a female villain called Domino. On each occasion, she had overpowered him and striped him, causing him to retreat defeated and naked. After their last encounter Dirk had decided to give up, for he knew he was beaten. He would let the police catch her, as it was their job. His crimefighting days were over. All he wanted to do was just be reporter Dirk Peterson and spend the rest of his life with Sadie Newman.

Later that afternoon, after Neal had left, Dirk finished his story and was about to leave the office when a courier arrived, holding a small envelope for him. When the courier left, Dirk opened it and found a piece of rolled-up paper. When he unrolled it, a domino tile dropped out onto his desk. Dirk stared at the domino tile and knew it meant only one thing. Slowly, he unrolled the paper and saw it contained a simple note, “Meet me at my lair tonight, 9.00 pm”.

As Dirk sat in his apartment that evening, he considered his position. The fact that Domino had sent the message to his office, confirmed that she knew Falcon’s true identity. He hadn’t intended to return to her lair again, but knew he had no choice. Domino had forced his hand, and he was determined not to waste the opportunity to capture her.

Dirk took a wooden box from his wardrobe, which contained his only remaining costume. He undressed and pulled on his red leotard and tights which accentuated his muscular bulges. He then put on his black leather trunks, knee-high boots and gauntlets. He clipped his utility belt around his waist, and finally pulled his black hood over his head. Falcon had been resurrected and was once again ready for action.

When he arrived at the red-light district, he saw about twenty nightladies waiting outside Domino’s lair. They were wearing heavy makeup and dressed in their usual attire of cheap skimpy dresses, fishnet tights and stilettos. They looked at him, but said nothing as he walked past them. At the entrance of the lair, he noticed a new hook above the door, and wondered why it was there. Using his device from his utility belt, Falcon once again unlocked Domino’s door and entered her lair. He walked along the corridor to the room with the large table. There he found Domino wearing her familiar short black dress, long gloves and thighboots. Her mask once again disguised her face. He pointed his stungun at her.

‘I’ve got you now,’ he said. ‘You’re no match for a big shot like me.’

Domino walked through another door. ‘Follow me, big shot.’ Falcon followed her into another room, with a TV in one corner. The image on the screen showed Falcon suspended from the ceiling by his arms, with Domino standing next to him. He instantly recognised the scene as their first encounter and realised that Domino had secretly filmed it with a hidden camera. On the TV screen Domino had just peeled off his mask.

‘Do you remember this Dirk?’ she said. ‘It was our first date. It seems such a long time ago.’ Falcon raised his stungun to her head. ‘I recommend you put that away. This recording is only a copy, as the original is on my computer at home. In two hours ordu escort it will be released onto the internet and the whole world will see it.’

Falcon’s stungun remained fixed on her head. ‘I’m taking you to the police.’

Domino laughed. ‘And what will happen? I’m a petty criminal who robbed a few convenience stores of small amounts of cash, and no one was hurt. I’ve got no previous form, so will probably get a suspended sentence, or at worst, a few weeks in a minimum-security prison. Whereas you will be finished. The whole world will know that Falcon is really reporter Dirk Peterson of The Daily Chronicle. You won’t be a secret crimefighter if everyone knows your true identity.’

Falcon looked at the screen, and saw the image of Domino undressing him, as she pulled away the shreds of his tights and exposing his genitals.

‘How about being convicted for torture?’ he said. ‘The last time I was here, you hung weights on my balls.’

‘I’ll simply tell the judge that I was defending myself against a violent intruder. Remember, you broke into my property and tied me up. I’ll say I was scared. Who do you think the court will believe? The big, strong man with a gun, or a small lady like me?’

Falcon considered her words and knew she was right. He knew that she had the upper hand once again, only this time, she was intending to expose his humiliation to the whole world. He looked at the TV screen, and saw Domino stimulating his cock. He knew the dire consequences if this were released on the internet. The police wouldn’t be able to close the website before it had already been seen by thousands of people. The women who saw it, would all be mentally undressing him whenever they saw him, and other men would just laugh at him. It would be total humiliation on a global scale. Without further ado, he replaced his stungun in his belt.

‘I’m pleased you’ve seen sense,’ she said. ‘That recording will be released in two hours, but there’s still time for me to stop it.’ On the TV screen, Falcon was crying out in pleasure as Domino jerked him off. ‘If you co-operate with me, I promise that I’ll stop this film from being released, and no one else will ever see this. However, if you don’t, then everyone will see it. It’s your choice Dirk.’

Falcon knew that he had no alternative, but to comply with her wishes. ‘You win Domino. I’ll do whatever you want.’

‘Good, you’re being sensible,’ she said. ‘Now remove your mask.’ Falcon peeled off his hood and handed it to her. Domino left the room briefly and returned without it.

‘What do you want from me?’ he asked.

‘Your obedience,’ she replied. ‘First, I want you to continue catching criminals in other parts of the city, as usual. However, you are not to come to the red-light district, or bother the nightladies. Is that clear?’

Falcon nodded. Domino then handed him a cell phone. ‘Whenever I call you, you must come here when I instruct you to. If you don’t, this video nasty will be released. You will wear your costume, but must not speak to the nightladies outside. Once you enter my lair, you will lock the door and remove your mask, and must not wear it whilst here, but you will put it on before you leave. The nightladies must not be allowed to see your face. Do you understand Dirk?’

‘I understand fully,’ Falcon said.

‘Good. You will come to this room and kneel down with your hands behind your back and head bowed. While in my lair, you will do exactly what I say. You will do it immediately and will not argue or plead with me. You will not attempt to capture me. If I’m in a police cell, then I won’t be able to prevent the recording from being released onto the internet, osmaniye escort as it will be on a timer at my home. As long as you do what I say, you will have nothing to fear. I may humiliate you, but I won’t hurt you.’

Falcon took a deep breath. ‘You have my full obedience.’

Domino sat down on a chair and gazed at him. ‘From now on, you will address me as Mistress Domino or Mistress, and you will be my slave. Now, I want you to undress for me, slowly.’

Falcon reluctantly took off his gauntlets and placed them on the floor. He then removed his boots, utility belt and trunks. He noticed that Domino was smiling as he slowly removed each item of his costume. On his previous visits, she had undressed him while he was either restrained or paralysed, and he had no control of the situation. Yet this was even more humiliating, as he was being forced to undress while she watched him. He realised that this was part of her plan, by showing him that she had complete control over him, without the need for restraints. Knowing he had no choice, he peeled off his leotard and tights and stood naked before her.

‘Thank you slave,’ she said. Domino stood up and led him back into the room with the large table. She ordered him to stand at one end of the table, with his genitals resting on it, and his hands behind his back. She then placed a domino tile on the table, three feet away from him. She moved to the far end of the table and smiled, as she started to caress her large breasts. Would you like to feel my tits slave?’

Falcon felt himself becoming aroused and was aware of his rapidly forming erection. ‘Yes Mistress Domino,’ he said.

‘I thought you would,’ she said. ‘You said you were a big shot. So let’s see how far you can shoot. If you can reach the domino, then I’ll let you feel my tits.’ She moved around the table and stood next to him and started to stroke his balls. Falcon’s cock was now fully erect and pointing at the domino tile. Domino grasped it and began stimulating him, ‘Let me help you.’

As each orgasm grew stronger, Falcon started breathing heavily. Domino responded each time by slowing her wrist action and bringing him back from the precipice just as he was about to release his load. She laughed sadistically as his groans of pleasure turned into gasps of frustration. Eventually, she elected to end his torment as she increased the speed of her stimulation, and continued to do so as he groaned loudly, unable to contain himself any longer as he reached his climax.

‘Ready,’ she said softly. ‘Aim,’ she said louder. ‘Fire,’ she shouted, as he ejaculated with his semen landing a foot short of the tile. ‘It looks like you’re not such a big shot after all.’ She ordered him to kneel before her, and placed her leg in front of him. ‘You know what to do now.’

When he had finished kissing her boots, she led him back into the other room, where his costume lay on the floor. Domino sat on the chair facing him. ‘Get dressed slave,’ she said. Without saying a word, Falcon dressed as she watched him. When he was dressed, Domino led him to the entrance of her lair. She opened the door and reached out to retrieve his hood from the hook and handed it to him. ‘Don’t forget this,’ she said.

When Falcon stepped outside, he saw the large group of nightladies watching him. He walked past them and didn’t stop until he reached his apartment. Once inside, he went into the bathroom and ran the shower. He pulled off his mask and reflected on what had happened that night. Domino had summoned him to her lair and the nightladies had seen him enter and leave. She had blackmailed him into obeying her, while she used his body for her amusement. She had hung his hood on the hook above her door like a trophy. She had ensured that the nightladies were in no doubt that she had unmasked him, and therefore had control over him. Tonight had been a demonstration to the nightladies that they had nothing to fear from Falcon, and every reason to fear Domino. She had resulted to physiological warfare, and he had suffered a humiliating defeat.

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I must introduce myself. Just after passing out of college I moved to England. I started out as an intern at a small firm. Money was my number one priority. I lied, manipulated, threatened and crushed every single honest worker to rise to riches in less than a year. I was pretty happy about myself.

As a Rich dude with the chicks following, fancy cars. I could have been satisfied with my life but I just wasn’t. I decided to shell out some money to make my secret femdom fantasies come true. I searched. A shiver ran down my spine when I first saw you. You were absolutely stunning and fierce. Little did I know my life was going to change so drastically.

***

I knock. The door opens.

“Come on in. Have a seat,” you say.

I thank you and sit on the grand leather couch. You sit on a single sofa.

“What do you have in mind?” you ask

“I am not really sure, but I can tell you my fantasies,” I reply.

“That will be good.”

“I really love heels and feet. I want to try a little bit of spanking and strap on. Oh and I love being humiliated,” I explain.

“Is that it?” you ask

“I also love the collar and bondage,” I add.

“Good. Let me take care of everything. I want you to take off your clothes. Once we are finished with that, you may follow me,” you instruct.

I shyly pull my clothes of one by one.

“Faster.”

I tug my pants down and throw off my shirt.

“Okay follow me.”

You stand up and walk towards the interior of the posh house. I follow you up the stairs into a fully wooden paneled room.

“Put these on and kneel there, facing the floor with your eyes on the floor,” you command.

You toss me a small leather bag and leave the room.

I pull the bag closer and examine its contents. Two tough leather handcuffs, a studded leather collar, two ankle cuffs and a chastity device. I wear them one by one. Finally after locking my flaccid cock in the device, I kneel down facing the door.

Time passes. I began to wonder if I would be billed for this. My eyes began to wander. Then I hear the click of heels and I focus on the ground. The clicking gets louder and I finally see your stocking legs and menacing heels.

“Bend down,” you say coldly.

You gently hold my wrists and lock them behind my back and attach a leash to my collar.

“Stay still,” you warn.

You walk behind me. I can hear the sound of you adjusting something. Next I feel you firmly grab my balls and lock them in a humbler. You tighten the screws tightly so I can never stand up even if I wanted to.

“I like my slaves helpless in this position. Now let us play a little game,” you say.

You walk in front of me.

“You like my heels?” you ask.

“Yes mistress,” I reply.

“You can kiss or lick them on one condition, for every kiss, your balls will pay the price with this,” you explain.

You pull my chin up. You look gorgeous in a tight leather skirt and leather bikini bra. In your hand you hold a leather crop. I gulped loudly and keep staring at your beauty. You just radiated dominance. So beautiful yet so fierce.

“How many do you want?” you ask.

“Three mistress” I reply.

You tug at my leash and walk bilecik escort to a majestic throne while I crawl along. You stop in front of it, link my ankle cuffs together and drag your nails gently along my back. I moan softly.

You sit down on your throne, cross your legs and present your heels to me.

I slowly, passionately kiss you all over your soft toes and instep.

“I will take that as a one”

I plant my tongue on the sole of your high heels and begin to lick, suck and slurp.

“Two”

Finally I lick along your feet to the ankles and gently nibble.

“Three. Do you want more slave?” you ask

“Yes mistress” I reply excited.

“Oh poor boy. But you remember what I said? Pathetic slaves like you do not deserve to even touch a woman” you spit on me.

You get up and grip your crop. I begin to shiver. I have never touched my balls and had no idea how much pain this would be.

“Women are a far superior sex compared to you filthy wimps who would do anything for sex,” you say out loudly.

You tap my balls gently with your crop.

“So as long as you have these useless balls, you must suffer”

I heard the crop swish. Then pain traveled right to my brain. I scream at the top of my lungs and fall to my side.

“Up up,” you command.

“Oh. Please. Ouch I don’t want any more. Uncuff me,” I request.

Without warning another one lands on my balls.

I scream and struggle. I bite my lip until the pain fades. My inner bad ass self could not take it anymore. Did she forget how rich and powerful I am.

“Bitch I said that is enough,” I blurted out.

You stop. There was an eerie silence. I regret my words immediately. I see your heels approach me. I look up. You have the fiercest expression I have ever seen on a woman.

“Say that again,” you threaten me.

Fully bound and humbled, I look up to you apologetically.

“I am sorry mistress. I didn’t mean it,” I beg.

You drive my face to the ground with your spiked heel. I hear you leave the room. I begin to have mixed feelings. Fear filled me, I very well knew what you were capable of but I have no idea what you were going to do.

On the other hand, maybe you decided to end our session and throw me out after taking my belongings. I pray it is the latter.

I hear the click of your heels again.

Me: I am really sorry mistress. It was involuntary. I will do anything to make it up.

“Shut up!” you yell.

“Listen, I am sorry. Just let me go, I will pay you ten fold. I can give you anything,” I try to reason.

You pull my hair and snap my neck back. I struggle. You roughly steady my head and pull a duct tape over my mouth. I try to shout out, to beg but the tape completely gagged me. I helplessly looked up at you. You squat calmly next to me while I struggle.

“Let me get this straight. You think I am some kind of broke whore who does this for money? Bitch, I love this which is why I am going to thoroughly enjoy all that I am going to do next.”

You spit on my face and get up.

You walk behind me. I feel your heel on my balls. I wriggle around trying to escape. You increase the manisa escort pressure until I scream beneath my gag. I violently tug and squirm in pain

“Stay still if you want those balls attached,” you warn.

You continue to crush it and I continue to struggle. I can see you grinning, deriving sadistic pleasure.

“Oh I will make sure I pop those honey, unless you decide to obey and stay still.”

Completely defeated, I bear the excruciating pain and lie still.

“Good boy. I like obedience. But you know what? I just love it when I force it out of someone.”

I lie still.

I hear you take a few steps back. I pull at my restraints to find a way to escape. I can’t take this torture anymore.

“I always keep this with me. I have never used it but I think this might help here.”

I hear a low hum. The next instant I collapse. Every single muscle in my body went weak as electricity cruises through me. I twitch but can’t move my hands or legs even when I try. Helpless I lie there as I see you step into my view.

***

I put away my stun gun. You won’t be resisting anymore. I bend over and unscrew your humbler and unlock your wrists. I pull your limp body up and attach your wrists above your head to the short chain dangling from the ceiling. Then your ankle cuffs are hooked to the floor

“Damn you weigh a ton!” I say out loud.

You still hang motionless. I grab a cigarette and relax on my throne. I puff slowly as I watch your nervous system slowly re-activates.

I finish my full cigarette. I walk over to the wall, pick up my bullwhip and circle you. You are terrified. I can see you shiver.

I step back, swish my whip and land it on your back. You jump in your bonds. I slowly wait as a deep red welt rises. I pull back my whip and lash you again.

“Mm,” you give a muffled scream.

You are screaming into your gag, unable to bear the pain.

“I am disappointed and angry. You can’t take this? What did you expect this session to be?” I ask.

I lash you continuously and you violently struggle. I feel moisture in my pussy as red welts crisscross your back. This was going good but I simply needed more. I replace my whip and draw the cane. I walk up to your back and feel it hot and welted.

This was too good. I have never taken a guy forcefully in ages. I pull back my cane and let it make contact with your ass so fast that a welt immediately rose. I continue. You are still struggling and screaming but I just don’t care. I beat you up brutally. My panties were so wet.

I had something special for this one. I leave him squirming there. I walk down to my bedroom. I pull down my leather skirt and panties. Usually I would make a slave lick me to multiple orgasms, but this was way different. I open the closet and pulled out my priced possession. A 14 inch long, 3 inch wide strap on.

I pull it on and adjust it. What I loved about this model was a vibrator that slipped into my pussy and activated each time the head of the strap on was under pressure.

I ascend the stairs stroking my menacing erect cock. You were still struggling there. I slowly walk in front of you to show what was mersin escort in store. I see you eyes pop out.

I unhook your wrist one by one and attach it behind your neck to your collar. I push your head to the floor. You still struggle. I grip your balls and you stay still. Finally I hook your collar directly to the eye on the floor.

“Do you want me to taze you again? Do you? Take it like a man.”

I stroke my strap on one last time before slowly push it against your asshole.

***

I am tied down doggy style. The strap on feels slippery on my tight asshole. You hold my ass firmly and apply more pressure. My hole finally opens and pain shoots up as it is stretched to the maximum limit. I try to scream but my gag silences my screams of desperations.

You push the head of your cock in and quickly pull it out to apply lube and repeat it. The pain lasts a few more thrusts until your cock head squeezes my prostate and waves of pleasure dull out the pain. I feel your cock fill me entirely. My cock is struggling with pain inside my chastity device. You pound and rape me repeatedly.

Surprisingly the strap on despite its huge size turns out to be raw pleasure. I stop to struggle as you slow your pace and passionately fuck my ass. The slow thrusts feel like heaven. You finally stop and hold my head by my hair. You present the massive strap on to me and pull of my gag.

“Lick it clean, you know where it has been,” you command.

My mouth envelopes your giant strap on. You push it hard and I gag on it. You seem to enjoy it as I gag and gasp for breath. Saliva drips to the floor as I lick and suck your cock. When you have enough, you push me away and stand up. You step aside. My eyes pop out when I now notice a camera filming this. I tug at my bonds and roar with rage. I scream out insults and you coolly walk behind me. There was a sharp pain as you jab a syringe on my arm.

“I just loved it today bitch. Now go to sleep,” you say sweetly.

The last thing I see is your beautiful ass and your strong legs before I pass out.

***

I wake up a block away from her home, stark naked. It seemed as a lot of time hadn’t passed. My body ached all over. I limp my way back to my car. Thank god I had decided to hide the keys in my secret pouch underneath my car. I could not imagine anyone seeing me naked in public. I sit low and drive back home.

I wait an hour till about 3 am so I can walk home safely. I cover my manhood and run. I quickly unlock the door and sit down, panting. I grab some clothes.

“I will definitely make her pay,” assure myself.

I wake up at about 7, still aching. I need to find a way to get out of my chastity device, but first I must make sure no one is around before I go outside just in case someone had seen me last night. I open the door a crack and peek.

A yellow package is sitting at my doorstep. My heart races. I tear it open and almost drop its contents terrified. Two DVDs and over a hundred photos of our session. I feel like I am fainting. This was turning out to be a disaster.

“Guess now I have some leverage. My house same place same time else this goes to your office desk,” the note read

***

Five months later, here I sit typing this story on her orders. I am now her personal slave. It is amazing how my goddess turned my vengeance and anger into total submission. I guess than happens when you are left with no choice. I love her and feel absolutely powerless in her presence. We both remember that first session she used and broke me.

To be continued…

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She knew that she was on the wrong side of the city, that she could be in danger here, she just did not care. She needed this, and she would do whatever was needed to get it. Although she was starting to wish she had brought a coat or jacket of some kind. As she walked down the street, she knew her young, slim body was drawing the gaze of anybody around, and what she was wearing was not exactly helping her much. The reflection in a large window caught her eye, and she stopped and looked at herself, smiling slightly at what she saw.

Her name was Erin; she was around 5”5′, with a slight figure and full, perky 34C breasts. Her bright green eyes locked with the reflections as she bit her lip a little. Had she made a mistake? She had come straight from school, so she still had her uniform on, with a few adjustments. Her white shirt was a few sizes to small and had the top buttons undone, showing her cleavage, which had her tie disappearing in, and hints of a bright pink bra beneath. Her skirt was tiny, only just covering her round, firm ass and leaving her legs bare apart from a pair of very high black heels on her feet. Her long, dark hair was up in thick pigtails. She was the ideal schoolgirl slut.

Turning quickly she found herself bumping into someone, a man, much taller and bigger than her. He quickly took a hold of one of her small wrists.

“Well look at what we have here.” He sneered “Another little whore walking the streets. How much do you cost, cutie?”

“I’m not a hooker! Get off me!” Erin snapped back, pulling her wrist away from his grip and pushing past him. “Jerk.” She added, just under her breath.

She jumped and let out a little squeal as she felt her ass receive a quick slap, spinning round she saw the man chuckling to himself and walking away. She hurried away, rubbing her ass and scowling. She was no hooker, no common street whore. She was a different to them, and soon she would have to prove that.

Soon, she found the place she was looking for. A large building, it could have passed for a normal bar, but this was a seedy strip club, or if you paid enough, a brothel. The owner, a Mr McKenzie, was the most renown and successful figure of the sex business. He owned many clubs like this one, catering for the desires of drug addicts on the street to high profile politicians and business men. But Erin did not care about that, what she cared about was that he was hiring. But not for hookers, strippers or porn stars. He wanted a personal slut.

She pushed open the door and instantly screwed up her little nose at the place. It was dark, dingy, and smelt of alcohol, sweat and sex. She walked over to the bar, stepping over a barely conscious man on her way.

“Hello?” She called out to who she assumed was the bar keeper, a buxom redhead who was leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette. The redhead looked over at Erin and scowled as she approached.

“Get out of here little girl, we don’t have anything to do with kids here.” The redhead looked over the bar at Erin “Even if they are pretty sexy.”

“Fuck off bitch, I’m old enough!” Erin growled back, trying to stand taller as she glanced at the bar keeper’s name badge. “Now listen, Ginger? Wow, original name. Mr McKenzie is expecting me, and I don’t think he would appreciate you holding me up.” Erin had an air of confidence around her, the type that only came from years of being popular and getting everything she wanted.

Ginger narrowed her eyes at Erin, wanting nothing more than to slap that arrogant smirk of her face. But instead she gave her a sickly sweet smile and said “Of course, I’m sorry. Go right through that door, he will be expecting you.”

Erin did not answer her, she just walked past Ginger and through the door she had mentioned. It led to a corridor, and at the end was a door with a name sign, Mr McKenzie. Erin took one last deep breath and straightened her clothes. She had to look her best after all. She considered knocking, but decided against it, she was expected. So she just walked in.

“Hey!” She artvin escort smiled brightly as she walked through the door. “I’m here about that job.”

She got no answer. The man at the desk, Mr McKenzie, a hulking mass of muscle, slowly put his pen down and sat up, looking straight at Erin with a cold stare.

“And what makes you think you can just burst into my office without being invited, little girl?” He asked calmly, keeping his voice low and quiet.

Erin was a little surprised “I, um, I just thought…”

“You thought wrong.” He interrupted, his voice easily drowning hers, without him even needing to shout. “You had no idea what I was doing, you entering could have ruined a deal, could have interrupted anything. Stupid girl.” He scolded. “But that’s done now, come in, let me get a good look at you. Very nice, give me a spin, girl.”

Erin giggled like a stupid schoolgirl as she turned around, making sure to stick her round ass out towards Mr McKenzie. She even reached back to flick her skirt up, showing him her little pink thong. She dropped her skirt and turned back around. She walked over to him and looked around.

“Um, is there a chair or something for me to sit in?” She asked, rather naively.

He laughed humourlessly. “No little girl, you will kneel. And if I like you, which I think I might, you will sit on my lap. Now you seem very young, only 19, and this is a big decision to make. Tell me, little slut, why are you here?”

Erin took a breath as she sank to her knees, this was it. “It won’t be very long until I leave school, and, well, I’m not that clever, I’m not going to get good enough grades or qualifications to get a good job and live well. I could try to get a rich husband and live off him, but that seems pretty boring.” She looked up and saw that she was losing the interest of Mr McKenzie. “But what I am good at is being a slut. I suck off boys every day at school; I let most of them fuck me, sometimes more than one at a time. I love cock, and I love cum. So I thought, why not use my best assets to my advantage? I’m young, horny and a slut, so I should get a rich, sexy master.” She winked up at Mr McKenzie “And here I am.”

There was a moment of silence, soon filled by Mr McKenzie’s loud, booming laugh.

“Very good little girl, but I need to know you understand what this is. This is no half-hearted attempt, you will be in full time servitude to me. You will do whatever I tell you to, whenever I do. You may be doing housekeeping chores; you may be selling yourself on the street for me. You always have to answer to and serve me. Over time, I may give you some responsibilities over the other sluts in my employment, but at first, you will be at the bottom. Understand?”

Erin bit her lip, she had heard that she was trying to get a position like that, but she did not think she would have to be a hooker, or that other girls would tell her what to do. But she had come this far. And despite everything, she could feel her heart was beating a little bit faster, her breathing was a little bit deeper. She was getting excited.

“Yes Mr McKenzie, I understand.” She said with confidence.

“Good girl, come and sit on my lap now, slut.” Mr McKenzie pushed his chair back and patted his legs. Erin quickly hopped up and sat down across his knees, her legs dangling over the side of his seat.

“Now, little girl, tell me what you actually know about me.” Mr McKenzie demanded sharply, placing one hand on one of Erin’s firm breasts and giving it a squeeze.

“Well…I…um…” Erin stammered, distracted by the hand on her, she was about to talk when she felt something hard digging into her ass. She wriggled a little bit and felt it get harder. With a slight gasp she realised what it was, that Mr McKenzie liked her young, sexy body and wanted her. She grinned to herself. “I know that you own everything worth owning in this city, and that everyone answers to you. I know that you demand complete obedience in your workers. And I aydın escort know that you enjoy everything from having a sweet, caring moment with a girl to making her cry and choke on your dick, which I hear is more than a mouthful.” With her last sentence, Erin grinded down her ass into Mr McKenzie’s cock, and was rewarded by hearing him take a deep breath to try and keep his composure. Erin looked up at him with her big wide eyes.

“What’s wrong Mr McKenzie?” Her voice dripped with innocence. “Am I making you excited? Is my body too much for you?”

Her big grin did not stay for long. She let out a loud squeal as she was roughly pushed from her seat, landing on the floor in a heap, her little skirt falling up and revealing her ass. She felt Mr McKenzie’s strong hands gripping her pigtails and dragging her back up to her knees in front of him.

“You dumb little whore.” He growled. “Allow me to make this clear, I can easily resist you, and you are not too much for me. In fact, I think it’s the other way around. Unzip me and find out.”

“Ow, ow, ow , okay!” Erin whimpered in response, trying to move her head so the hair pulling hurt less. She moved her little hands up to Mr McKenzie’s trousers and quickly undid his flies. Reaching in she fumbled about to undo his boxers. After a moment his cock sprung out, already hard and rigid. It flew out and smacked her firmly on the cheek. Erin’s eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen. Easily 9 inches long, it was thick and veiny, the wide, bulbous head was now pointing right at her.

“Impressed?” She heard Mr McKenzie laugh. “Get sucking on it bitch. Show me you have the skills to be my slut.”

Erin swallowed and took a deep breath; she had no idea how she was going to fit it in her mouth. She nervously leaned forwards and opened her mouth wide, stretching her jaw around the head of Mr McKenzie’s huge cock. She clamped her lips down and started to suck softly, flicking her tongue around the helmet and using the tip of her tongue to tease his piss hole. She heard a long moan above her.

“There’s a good girl, you know your way around a cock, do you? Try and impress me.”

Erin smiled to herself; she had sucked enough cocks to know what to do next, and how to please Mr McKenzie. She used both of her hands to rub the bottom half of his cock as she slowly took more into her mouth, bobbing up and down softly. She let spit run out of her mouth and down his cock to her hands. Soon, his entire cock was covered in her spit and she was moving her head up and down the first 4 inches or so, sucking hard now, with her hands pleasing the remaining length.

“That’s quite good slut, but nothing special. Show me some skill.” Mr McKenzie demanded.

Erin would have pouted if she did not have a cock in her mouth. The boys at school never complained about her blowjobs.

Erin started to move her head faster, suck harder and move her tongue more. She moaned and hummed around Mr McKenzie’s fat cock, desperately forcing herself to take more and more in her wet, warm mouth. She reached just past halfway before she gagged. She quickly pulled off for air, taking a deep breath as she used her hands to wank the entire length. Trails of spit joined her lips to the great cock in front of her.

Erin let out a loud yelp as Mr McKenzie gave her a firm slap to her right cheek.

“Did I say stop bitch?” Another slap, to her left cheek this time “Well?”

“Ow! No Mr McKenzie, sorry!” Erin quickly dived back on his cock, not wanting another slap. She again tried to take as much as she could, and again she gagged and tried to pull off. But this time she felt her pigtails get gripped and pulled on again; Mr McKenzie was forcing her to keep sucking his cock, and obviously wanted her to go deeper.

Erin shook her head as more and more of his cock was forced down her throat. She gagged, choked, even hit at Mr McKenzie’s thighs, but he ignored her and kept on going. Erin breathed balıkesir escort heavily through her nose as she desperately tried to get enough air in to her lungs. This was something she had never experienced, there had never been anything she could not deepthroat, and there had never been someone who had treated her like this. Soon enough, when Erin began to see spots and thought she was going to be sick, he stopped pushing.

“Hmm, I don’t think you’re going to get much more in, but still, I’m impressed.” He let out a little chuckle “Don’t worry Kitten, soon you’ll be able to take it all down your throat.”

From Erin’s point of view, she could see that there was still a good few inches left to get down, she could never make that, surely? But still, the praise made her smile slightly and feel better. She let out a very muffled “Thanks” around the thick piece of meat wedged in her mouth.

He held her head down for a moment, but Mr McKenzie did not want this little whore to get a break. Still using her pigtails as handles, he began to pull her head up and down on his cock; Long, forceful strokes that had his cock moving from just in between Erin’s bright red lips to driving its way down her throat and back again. Each time his cock was forced past the entrance to her throat Erin would let out a gag or a choke. By now her eyes were watering, making of mess of the makeup she had spent ages preparing, thick, dark lines ran down her cheeks. And spit was pouring out of the corners of her mouth, it either ran down his cock, to be driven back into her mouth, or dribbled down her chin, to drip down onto her heaving chest. Her shirt was now wet enough to stick to her skin and become see through, the bright pink material of her bra was now easily visible.

With a loud grunt, Mr McKenzie pushed her away, she fell backwards and landed heavily on her ass. She immediately began coughing up copious amounts of spit, mixed with Mr McKenzie’s precum. She was definitely a sight, her pretty face a mess, mouth wide open, perky tits rising and falling as she gasped for breath. Without a word, Mr McKenzie rose from his seat. Holding his cock in one hand, he pointed it right at her and began stroking it furiously. Erin just stared at the weapon in front of her face. She knew what was about to happen. But she did not move, or protest, or anything. She just sat and waited.

“Good girl…” Mr McKenzie mumbled faintly, right before he let out a long, loud, animalistic groan as he finally reached climax. Long, thick streams of cum leapt from his cock and onto Erin’s face and body. He made sure to change his aim, soon coating her face, getting a few shots onto her tits, and even a blast in her hair. When he had finally finished glazing Erin, he stepped forwards and placed the tip of his cock back in her mouth. “Clean it.” He commanded.

Erin had no qualms about taking his cummy cock back in, flicking her tongue around, she quickly removed the mess from his cock. She had said that she loved cum, but she loved Mr McKenzie’s cum even more. Everything about it was amazing to her. The texture and feel on her skin, the taste in her mouth, even the smell.

After a short while, Mr McKenzie pulled his cock out of her mouth with an audible pop. He looked down at her as he began putting himself away. It was hard not to laugh at the sight. Erin had come in looking like a perfect, sexy little schoolgirl slut, but now she looked like any other whore. One of her eyes was glued shut with his cum, her hair was matted and shiny with it, her cheeks covered, her pretty lips looking bee stung from being stretched so much, and her shirt was filthy, covered in spit and cum, her tits shining. Already, he felt a stirring in his boxers that told him he was not done with Erin yet.

“Well, I guess you’re hired then.” He laughed a little. “You start tomorrow. I’ll see you then, Kitten.”

And with that he turned, walked out the door and left.

Erin did not move for a bit, she was confused. What did she do now? Her answer came soon enough though. She heard footsteps, Her heart sank as the door opened again and Ginger walked in.

“Hey there Kitten.” Ginger had an evil grin on her face. “I’m meant to look after you for now. Wow, you look even sexier like that.” She shut the door behind her and strode towards Erin, smirking and swinging her hips.

All poor Erin could say was “Oh shit…”

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I allowed myself to get into this, wanted it actually. It’s a little late for recanting and second thoughts at this point. Conscious, but not terribly alert I seem to have slipped into the so-called “sub-zone” as the cheap BDSM novels and web-sites call it. I was never terribly sure what that meant, but think I’m starting to get the concept. Allowing someone you trust to take total control of your body, giving it to him until you both feel he owns it. No longer thinking so much as reacting. A complete awareness of every nerve in my body. I feel every coil of the tight ropes around my wrists and ankles. Feel the throbbing of the pulse in my wrists where I pulled the lines even tighter with struggling. The feeling of cool air on my pussy and asshole, still wet and gaping. The ache in my nipples, the crackling of hardened wax all over, and dull throbbing from the welts still swelling on my ass. Lying there, tied spread eagle to a table top, open wider than the gates of hell, I wait for the man to return.

He left the room for a minute guaranteeing to bring back a “surprise”, and cheerfully reminding me not to go anywhere. Funny guy, blinking and swallowing are about the extent of my movement right now, and I’ve had to do plenty of both the past couple of hours. Gazing at the room upside down, my head hanging off the edge of the table, the taste of his cum still slightly bitter in my mouth, my mind races with the thoughts and memories of the evening’s earlier events.

I remember the tight slutty skirt I had worn being pulled up around my waist. Being told to bend over and grab my ankles. Trying to balance that way on impossibly high heels while my exposed asshole was probed, poked and fucked to the point of anal rape. Being punished for not taking my ass reaming like a good whore. Counting off the strokes of the braided leather horse whip as is bit into the soft skin of my ass. Crying, losing count, having to start over, getting extra strokes until it was finally over. Feeling his hand, surprisingly gently rubbing my hot sore butt afterwards, telling me softly my ass would be beautiful in a couple of hours when the welts and bruises had ripened.

I recalled being bent lengthwise over a sawhorse, wrists and ankles tied to each of it’s legs, the center piece of lumber digging into my chest and belly, my tits hanging down. Tight clamps on each nipple with a chain connecting them. Before clamping my tits, he had run the chain through the handle of a two kırklareli escort gallon plastic bucket. The bucket hung several inches from the floor, my nipples stretched tight. Standing in front of me, he aimed his huge cock, and started releasing a long stream of piss into the bucket. Now I understood why he had been swigging on a bottle of water the whole time. He pissed like a racehorse, the bucket getting heavier and heavier, pulling my nipples thin and taut. While the tormenting sensation in my nipples was making me moan and shake, I remember the surprising feeling the hot tongue on my clit. Flicking, licking with long wet strokes, sucking it like a baby at a milk filled breast. The combination of the pain and the unbelievable pleasure had me crying out and groaning. Trembling, juice squirting out of my throbbing cunt as I came, I expected it to stop.

Instead I felt a thumb massaging my swollen clit until I was trembling on the edge. There is a point where the line between pain and pleasure blur, and another orgasm would be torture. I remember begging him to stop when he applied the vibrator to my now too sensitive clit. Spasms, struggling, screaming as I could no longer make any juice, a violent excruciating orgasm that left me sweat drenched and exhausted. Limp and totally spent, it was as this point that he chose to finally fill my cunt with his cock. Too weak to move, I helplessly felt my insides rearranged and pussy stretched and molded to the exact shape of his impaling lust. Only semi wet, it was a tight abusing use of a limp body that was by now just fuck meat with holes. I recollected being released from the sawhorse. The nipple clamps released, the bucket placed in front of me. On my knees, wrists snapped into handcuffs behind me. He knows how much I hate having my hands cuffed like that. He holds the key in front of my face. “Want loose slut? Remember the childhood game of bobbing for apples?” He laughed and dropped the key into the bucket of now cold urine. “I will leave it to you, how badly you want loose.”

A few moments of useless pleading, hesitating for a minute, then taking a deep breath and plunging my face into the pail. Groping along the bottom, searching for the key with my tongue, finally grasping it in my teeth, coming up with it. Gasping, sputtering, piss in my nose and mouth, hair soaked and plastered over my dripping face. Feeling completely degraded as he took afyon escort the key from my lips and let me free. I was recalling how he had then bound me spread to the table in my present position and ravished my mouth like a whore’s pussy when he came back into the room.

“Enjoy your little rest slut? Feeling all refreshed?” he asked facetiously. “I hope so, I brought your little surprise”. I couldn’t really see him with my head hanging limply. I managed to raise it weakly and see wires in his hands before wearily dropping my head back down. “Hmmm, you might want to watch this, and I need a little better access” he told me. The ropes around my ankles were loosened, and grasping my hips, he pulled me forward on the table. My head was now gratefully once again resting on the table, but my arms were pulled even tighter out to the sides and slightly above me. My entire ass now hung off the near side of the table, as he pulled first one, then the other leg up and wide. Wrapping several coils of line around each knee, he secured the ends off on the table legs where my arms were tied. I felt even more wide open and exposed than before. Bent nearly double, my slit and ass elevated and spread. Wondering what was about to happen, I watched him take a towel, bring it to my gaping holes, and wipe me down thoroughly. “I need you good and dry for the tape to stick” he laughed, seeing my puzzled look.

Tape? What the hell is he up to now? My mind started racing wondering at the possibilities. I didn’t have to wonder long. He reached for his bundle of wire, and soon I felt the cold metallic sensation of a bare wire laid directly on my clit, then taking medical tape, he firmly secured it in place.

“NO!” I started to yell. “This is enough, STOP RIGHT NOW!”

He just smile, and went back to his wires. There were a couple of more, small gauge wire all with the insulation stripped off the inch or so on the ends. He taped one to each of my pussy lips, worked one a few inches into my aching pussy, taping it all around, and slid the last one up my ass. Taping it down, he stood back to admire his handiwork. He then held up another wire for me to see. It was a regular cord, with a normal plug on the end. Ready to plug into a wall receptacle. Oh my god! I started to pull, thrash and struggle so hard rope burns dug into my wrists and knees. I began to have serious doubts about trusting this man. “No, no!” I screamed amasya escort and pleaded hysterically. “Are you fucking crazy? That’s too much current.”

I felt the dull thud as he slapped my face. “I’m not stupid you dumb cunt whore” he spit at me in disgust. Then speaking to me, as one would talk to a backward child he explained his idea. “I needed a way to step-down the current so I could torture you, not fry you” he began. “Anywhere between six to twelve volts will pack quite an interesting feeling, and I won’t have to worry about where to dump your body” he laughed. “A rheostat to control the current. Can you understand that you stupid whore? Is that beyond you?” He held up a dimmer switch. The AC cord led into one end, the wires came out the other. The identical dimmer switch to the ones in dining room wall switches. Only this one had been wired for a more insidious use than mood lighting. Before I could think about it much further, he stuck the plug into an outlet, stood over me, and hit the switch. “How does this feel cunt?” he laughed.

I felt as if a thousand bees had stung me at once. My muscles tightened, I arched my back and jerked against the ropes securing me. The shock was probably only for a second, but the pain lasted until the second jolt coursed through me. The second was as if the bees were now carrying bullwhips. Each pulse of current was brief, but the intensity of the pain built up, making each successive burst worse than the previous one. Electricity is a cruel thing. A biting deeply internal pain that attacks the very nerves, causing the synapses to snap wildly. Muscles spasm with minds of their own. My heart was racing, my entire body on fire. I was aware of screaming until my throat was raw. His voice sounded strangely distant as he teased “You like that bitch? You want another one? Who owns you whore? You’ll do anything I tell you to after this won’t you? Are you ready to suck off strangers in the peep booths at dirty bookstores? Such worthless fucking whore property.” He went on and on, laughing, teasing, enjoying my reactions. Loving my pain.

My body jerking and drenched wet with sweat, I lost track of time. It could have lasted five minutes, but seemed like hours. Finally past all physical limits, I lost control of everything and felt the warm moisture as my bladder let go and I pissed myself. Hot, wet humiliating release. Seeping out from under the tape, running down my ass, dripping on the floor it kept coming. Barely conscious, tears streaking my face, unable to scream anymore, begging in a whisper for it to stop. He laid down the dimmer switch, and studied the puddle of piss on the floor. “After I untie you, you’ll have to lick this up” he announced. “By the way slut, today was only a 9-volt day, you’re going to be worked up to twelve. I know you can’t wait”.

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Anthony was seated cross-legged on the grass by the shore of the lake, painting. The beautiful blue sky above him was reflected in the still waters of the lake, birds sang all around him, and the trees bloomed with flowers.

It was a gorgeous landscape, but Sophie could not see it.

Her body was stretched out lengthwise across Anthony’s lap, her back supported by his thighs and his small canvas spread on top of her flat stomach. Her legs were tied off to a tree, the rope taut and quivering. Her hands, cuffed together above her head, were tied off to another tree in the opposite direction, and the other end of that rope was attached to her clamped nipples, with the clamps screwed on the tightest setting. If she extended her arms to their fullest length, she could give her nipples some respite. But the muscles in her arms were aching, and she had no more strength in them. And so her nipples were pulled so hard that her breasts almost reached up to her collarbones, sending constant ripples of agony through her pain receptors.

Her cries were muffled by the inflatable gag within her mouth, strapped in over the ever-present ring gag. On top of that, Anthony had added an attachment that allowed him to fasten his palette to her gag. Cleverly (or so he thought), he had added sensors to the ridges of the palette. If any paint sloshed up over a ridge, her buttplug would feel it. Naturally, she was also blindfolded.

Sophie had performed marvelously today, Anthony thought. Only once in an hour had the buttplug activated, and even then she hadn’t sloshed any more paint by wriggling from the shocks. She had truly become his living sex doll.

Having finished his painting, he set his paintbrush down, and let his right hand wander across her bare breasts. Gorgeous, he mused, as he stroked the smooth undersides. Her nipples were pulled so taut upwards, each touch in the vicinity must surely be sending fire through her skin. But still his palette remained steady.

“Good girl,” he told her, cupping a breast with more force. She whimpered, and yet remained still.

He let his other hand wander between her thighs. She was, as usual, a positive waterfall. He hoped the grass wouldn’t get drowned.

And still, the palette did not move.

“You aren’t allowed to orgasm,” he reminded her, as he slipped two fingers within her.

She must have been exceedingly close, after an entire week of subspace and sexual stimulation. Even bound as tightly as she was, it would have been easy for her to grind her clit against his hand and end her own torment.

But she didn’t.

He explored her for his own pleasure, feeling her juices drench his fingers and spill out onto the grass. His other hand wandered over her breasts and nipples, stroking the taut skin. She whimpered and moaned and pleaded, but remained completely still and obedient.

“You’ve made so much progress, slave,” he told her, sincerely. “I am so very, very proud of you.”

She didn’t, couldn’t, respond verbally… but he could have sworn he saw her face turn radiant.

He slid out from his sitting position underneath her; without the additional tension, she had a few more inches of movement, and her poor nipples finally had some respite. The inflatable gag within her mouth was deflated and unstrapped. She moaned in relief, but it was short-lived.

Kneeling over her and gripping her hair in his hand, he raised her head slightly from the ground, and then plunged into her mouth without warning. The angle was difficult for her, and he hit the back of her throat hard, but he kept going. Her blindfold was soaked with tears, and rivulets of drool and snot ran down her chin. He pulled out to a shallow depth and finished on her tongue, knowing full well that she would be unable to swallow completely with the ring gag on, and that she would be tasting him for the rest of the afternoon.

After he was done, he stroked her hair briefly, then slipped the inflatable gag back in. He gave it a couple of pumps more than he had before, ascertaining that she could breathe, but just barely. Her cheeks were stretched out painfully, and any sounds she could make were extremely muffled. He tightened the rope holding her hands to the tree, removing any slack that her arm muscles and nipples might have enjoyed in the last few minutes.

She screamed through the monstrosity stuffed in her mouth, but he wasn’t done. He turned the buttplug on to its periodic setting.

“It will stay on low until I wake up,” he assured her, stroking her forehead as she strained against her bonds.

Then he stretched himself out on the grass and lay down with his head on her quivering thighs, falling asleep in mere seconds. Life was so, so good.

***

The second week passed in an endorphin-fuelled submissive haze for Sophie. She woke up, she put the (now rather large) buttplug in, she tightened her clamps, she did her hair and makeup. She fixed breakfast and had her first cock of the day. She cleaned the lakehouse in various types bayburt escort of restrictive bondage for Anthony’s viewing pleasure. Throughout the rest of the day, she underwent rigorous positions, more cocksucking, and he came on various parts of her body or mouth. She drank sustenance through her funnel when Anthony decided, although to his credit he never failed to feed her three times a day.

She was so obedient now that she rarely earned any punishment, but Anthony’s hands were twitchy. And what good was a slave if she could not serve as his plaything? In the evenings, he made a ritual of her bringing various impact play instruments to him and begging him to use them on her. He told her to choose the instrument, and to his surprise she chose the ones she knew he enjoyed for harder play, irrespective of her feelings towards it. She always brought him the cane and the belt, never the flogger, which he knew was her own personal favourite. His heart swelled.

He did not restrain her during the ritual canings, but left her hands free and told her to place them on the table and bend over. She did so, and held her position for as long as he desired, even when she was shaking and sobbing from the welts left on her bare behind.

She now fell asleep like a baby at night, even in the strict bondage that she had placed herself in.

Day 14 finally arrived, and the keys arrived in the mail as promised. Anthony had Sophie bring them to him from the mailbox, with her hands unbound. She could have at any time removed the ring that had kept her jaw stretched for a fortnight, or the corset that squeezed her ribs, or the high heels that made it take three time as long for her to get back to the house as it otherwise would’ve.

Of course, she did not. She entered the house, knelt, and presented them to him.

He took them from her.

“Would you like to orgasm, Sophie?” he asked her gently.

She looked up at him with wide eyes and nodded frantically.

He tied her arms behind her, with barely an inch between her elbows. Then he picked up her leash and led her to the shed at the back of the lakehouse.

He had been building this contraption for her for a while now, hoping that they would be able to use it as the culmination of the amazing fortnight that had passed. It was a large metal frame, with a hook at the top, and a wired plate on the front. There was a circular hole in the middle of the plate, through which a large dildo poked through – it was just a tiny bit less than 2.5 inches in diameter, which was the inner diameter of Sophie’s ring gag. The dildo was mounted onto a screw stand that allowed one to push it further through the plate if desired, and to tighten it at the new position. The bottom of the frame had a spreader bar built into it, with leg cuffs on either end. Everything, naturally, had been built to Sophie’s measurements.

Sophie was quivering with anticipation as Anthony hooked her up. Her wrists were tied off to the hook at the top of the frame, resulting in her arms being pointed upwards almost at a 90 degree angle to the ceiling, and in her mouth being forced towards the dildo, with the plate an inch or so from her lips. Her ankles were strapped into the leg cuffs, spreading them a few feet apart, and the clamps on her nipples were tied tightly to the spreader bar, stretching her poor tortured nubs just about as far as they would go.

The dildo was screwed forward into her mouth gradually, with Anthony checking each time whether her air supply had been cut off. He eventually arrived at the sweet spot where she could still breathe if she pulled her head all the way back, but pressing her lips onto the plate would block her air supply. Electrodes from the frame were then attached to her breasts, vulva, and buttcheeks.

When he was done, he saw that a sticky trail had already made its way from Sophie’s cunt to the floor.

Perfect.

He leaned forward over her, pressing the bulge in his pants against her ass and grabbing a fistful of breast. She moaned helplessly.

“So,” he whispered into her ear, his stubble tickling her skin. “I think you can already figure out how this works, mm? You’re a smart girl.”

Whimper, trickle, squirm.

“Yes, this device sends shocks through the electrodes, AND through your buttplug, whenever your lips aren’t completely sealed against the plate. Here, I’ll give you a taste.”

He flicked the remote on, and current coursed through the wires. Sophie screamed and slammed her lips against the plate.

He left the remote on and continued to speak as she kept her lips there. “It starts on the third-lowest setting, but ramps up if it’s triggered again in the next 5 seconds.”

Her eyes bulged, and her entire body began to tremble.

“It resets back to 3 the next time if you don’t trigger it for more than 5 seconds, though.”

She tried to keep her lips on the plate, but she hadn’t known to take a deep breath at the start, bartın escort and she wasn’t able to hold it there for 5 seconds. She pulled back, and electricity pulsed into her most tender regions, eliciting one of the loudest gagged screams he had ever heard from her. She gulped down as much air as she could and plunged forward, and the shocks died down. Her thighs were quivering from the combined strain of the position and the effects of the shock.

He stroked her hair tenderly. “I’ll turn it off now. You may relax.”

She pulled back, gasping for breath. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

He slipped a small squeaky rubber ball into her palm. “Hold this.”

She did. She wasn’t even questioning why.

“This is the master switch for the entire contraption. If you drop it, everything stops. No more shocks, and I will release you.”

This actually got her attention. She looked up at him with wide eyes.

“You won’t be punished for whenever you choose to stop. I won’t be angry at you. But I have set an alarm, and it would please me greatly if you held on to it until it rings.”

Their gaze locked for a brief moment. Her dark green eyes, brimming with tears, looked deep into his.

Anthony kissed her cheek, then flipped the remote on in full view of her.

He stood for a while, simply enjoying the magnificent view she was providing. Her bright red lips pressed hard against the plate, choosing the dildo in her throat over air. Her pulling back when she could no longer take it, and then the tensing and shaking of her limbs as the electricity pulsed through her. The tears and drool and pussy juices accumulating quickly on the floor. Her nipples pulling taut against the clamps, her ass muscles clenching and flexing alternately.

After a while, he could take no more, and pulled his jeans down. “You may cum,” he told her simply, as he plunged into her.

She came after only a few thrusts, so pent up had all the sexual frustration been in her. And she kept cumming as he rammed into her, holding out for as long as he could. Still, it was barely 5 minutes before he was spilling his seed deep within her as well.

He did not rest when he was done, but immediately pulled out the vibrating dildo on a stick that he had conveniently left on the table behind him. He pushed it deep into her, tied it off to her spreader bar, and then flipped the switch on and set it to high.

Taken by surprise, she lost contact with the plate by accident, screamed, and plunged back down.

He stroked her hair, held her, played with her breasts, jiggled the vibrating intruder within her, played with her buttplug. She was drenched in sweat now, in addition to all of the other fluids.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he spoke into her ear, before finally taking a few steps back to clean himself up. When he was done, he pulled up a chair and settled in, drinking in the sight before him.

He lost count of how many orgasms Sophie had. But eventually, the furiously-vibrating dildo within her went out of battery and fell silent.

The most interesting part of the whole setup had now begun.

He knew that Sophie, in a state of heightened arousal or in the throes of orgasm, had an incredibly high pain tolerance. But when all of that died down, when she was in a post-orgasmic state, the endorphins would drop, and she would feel the full extent of the pain that was being inflicted on her. He could only imagine how excruciating it would be.

She pulled her head back. Her screams echoed across the wooden shed, and he thanked his lucky stars that they were on a retreat and not in their usual abode.

Her entire body must be pushed far beyond her usual limits now, every fibre of her being clamouring for mercy.

But she pushed her lips back against the plate. And still, she held stubbornly on to the squeaky ball.

Anthony watched in amazement as she held on for the entire hour that it took for his preset alarm to finally ring. He almost gave in at some point, moved by her anguished screams and protruding veins and copious tears. But he kept his eyes on the ball, and reminded himself that if she wanted to outlast the hour, he would not disappoint her.

As soon as the alarm sounded, she dropped the ball, and the contraption went dead. She pulled her head back, gasping and sobbing and whimpering. He sprang up from his seat and untied her nipple clamps, uncuffed her ankles, and then unhooked her wrists from the ceiling and pulled her gently backwards. She predictably collapsed into his arms, unable to hold herself up. He held her tightly, asked her if she was okay, and carried her over to a mattress that he had prepared in the corner of the shed. Sobs still shook her entire body as he laid her gently down on it, and he hoped he hadn’t pushed her too far.

He untied her wrists and elbows, all the while murmuring soothingly to her, telling her what an unbelievably amazing slave she was and how proud ığdır escort he was of her. Then he fished the key out of his pocket, and unlocked her gag.

It took a long time for her to be able to flex her jaw enough to be able to open and close it of her own accord, but he held her the entire time and massaged it for her. When she was finally able to open and close her mouth, he gave her a sugary drink, instructing her to sip and not gulp.

When he was satisfied that she was okay, he reached for the lock on her collar, but she placed her hand on his. She was weak, but her intention was clear. “Tony. Don’t.”

Astonished, he nearly dropped the key.

She looked up at him, giving him a weak smile. “Tony, that was the best 2 weeks of my life. I don’t want it to end. Please don’t make it end.”

He blinked, gathering his thoughts. “You… want to stay in the collar?”

“Yes, I want to. And also… everything else. Not just physically, but… what I was. What I was to you.”

He couldn’t help it. He actually teared up himself.

He held her for a long time, then finally pulled back to rub his eyes. “I… Sophie, I want nothing less. But your job…”

“They already know. How much more can a collar be?”

“Will you be able to do your job?”

She laughed impishly, and it was that simple gesture, the melding of her old self with her new, that told Anthony that this was truly what she wanted. “Well, the ring gag would probably need to be taken off at work…”

He joined her laughter. “Gosh. We’ve never had a ceremony or anything…”

“That WAS my ceremony.”

“True. Was it a good one?”

She sipped her drink. “How long did you take to build it?”

“Just about 30 hours in total?”

“Jesus, Tony, I fucking love you.”

“You’ll have to start getting used to calling me Master if you want to keep this up, you know?”

They made love again, on the mattress in the corner of the woodshed. Then he picked up her leash and led her back to the house for a long, hot bath.

***

In her memories, 18-year-old Elaida was having the time of her life.

She was hitting it off with Larry, in that wonderful Goldilocks zone where you feel like you’ve known someone forever, yet are trembling with excitement at the newness of it all. It was her first time meeting him, her first time doing anything like this, yet she was absolutely 100% certain that she wanted him to grab her and tie her up and mercilessly pound her virginity into oblivion.

They talked about the erotic fanfiction that he wrote, about all the other things they had talked about when she had messaged him on that site, about their lives in college. About kink, about their fantasies…

She was still standing before him as instructed with her hands on her head, her tiny dress barely covering her crotch, and slightly unsteady in her 4-inch heels. A ridiculously awkward position to be having a first conversation in, yet in her mind it could not have been more perfect. She was conscious that a trickle of wetness had made its way all the way down her inner thighs to her calves, and no amount of squeezing her legs together could hide it. She couldn’t help but look down at it; his eyes followed hers.

There was an electric pause, then he stood up and pulled her body to his and kissed her.

She could barely believe it. She was making out with the boy of her dreams; her, Elaida Hemsworth, the girl who had never had a boyfriend. She could taste his lips and feel his rough hands caressing her, and she was vaguely aware that she was doing the same. One of his hands grabbed her breast, the other settled on her ass…

She froze. She didn’t want him to stop, but the sensation was so foreign and so overwhelming, and she didn’t know how to react…

Larry could sense it, and he pulled away. Frowning, he asked her, “Ellie…? Are you okay?”

Elaida gasped, blinked, tried to force a smile. “I… yes! I want this!”

He didn’t resume making out with her, though, and only studied her cautiously. “Ellie… have you ever… been with a guy before?”

Everything came crashing down and she froze again.

He took her hand gently and led her to the sofa, sitting down next to her. “Is this your first time?”

She finally managed to nod, tears brimming up in her eyes. Why did she have to freeze up like that and ruin everything?!

There was a good 30 seconds of silence before Larry spoke, his words thick with confusion. “I… I’m sorry, Ellie, I didn’t know. I wouldn’t have been so quick if I did. I mean, we’d talked about all those kinks…”

“But I WANT this!” she blurted out, frustration overcoming her awkwardness at long last. “I’ve never done it with anyone, Larry, but I want to, and I’ve spent way too much time doing it with myself already…”

His worried eyes found hers, and he managed a tentative smile. “I want it too, Ellie. But… I’d feel guilty, you know? Like I was taking things way too quickly. Especially if we do it… well, if we do it the way we intended to. With all the props and stuff.” He patted his backpack.

Elaida lost her temper. “Just do it, Larry! C’mon! Why are you acting like such a pussy, anyway!?” she yelled.

He looked stunned, and Elaida raised her hands to her mouth in horror. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean…”

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