Hello hello my lovies! I don’t intend to add much more to Arya and Eric’s story at this time, but I’ll probably return every now and then to post a couple one-offs of D/s scenes when the urge hits me or life inspires me. I hope you enjoy this last chapter, and I appreciate all of you who took the time to vote and comment 🙂

~Gaelen

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Morning light drifted in through the tall, narrow windows, illuminating the couple sprawled on the furs. The fire had died, and the floor was covered in wax where the candles had burned themselves out, having overflowed the catch underneath them. The lovers huddled close to each other as they woke slowly, Eric clasping Arya to his side as she nuzzled against him and mumbled sleepily. A ray of light was shining on her face and Eric followed the light, running his fingers across the planes of her face tenderly until she opened her eyes and smiled at him.

“Good morning, honey bee,” he murmured, pulling her leg over him so that it was laying atop his hard shaft. He lazily thrust against her thigh as Arya ran her hands over his chest and cheekily pinched his nipples. Eric squirmed and allowed Arya to disentangle herself from his arms.

“Put something on, I need a quick wash,” she requested. Eric grumbled a bit at being made to move, but his own bladder was crying out and he pulled on a robe as Arya tugged on the rope, setting off a small bell that the servants would hear.

After only a moment, a footman knocked. Eric told the man to prepare a bath and fetch Arya’s maid, and the footman nodded sharply and left to do his master’s bidding. When the maid arrived, the new bride let the girl in and luxuriated in the pampering that ensued. The maid seemed nervous with Eric in the room – especially since he was watching his wife bathe with open desire – but she maintained a professional demeanor and cleaned up her mistress before beating a hasty retreat.

The maid was worried for her Lady Arya, seeing the bruises spread across her mistress’s skin, but she seemed unafraid of Lord Eric so the maid felt conflicted. She had heard of such strange, twisted sex acts before, and was disturbed by her mistress’s apparent tolerance for the Lord’s perverted treatment of her. But such things were often forced upon women, and the maid decided to wait until the Lord wasn’t around so that she could offer her Lady some aid or comfort, if possible.

She would have been shocked to know that Arya had begged Eric to grip her harder, to leave her more hickies, and to ravish her with such rough treatment that she would be marked for days.

Ignoring the frequent, disturbed looks the maid shot in his direction, Eric happily ogled his wife, winking when Arya blushed. He knew that she would be embarrassed for a maid to see his overt desire, but he also knew that the lascivious attention would make her as hot and needy as he was. So he had made no move during Arya’s bath to hide the erection that shamelessly tented his thin robe.

After the maid left, Eric gave his wife a firm slap on the bottom, enjoying her squeal. But he left her alone, taking her place in the bathtub and soaking for a few minutes. He enjoyed the way Arya looked in her delicate, frilly robe as she sat in front of the mirror and combed through her hair. Her movements were graceful and dreamy, and Eric knew that morning baths together would soon become a tradition for the couple. It wasn’t conventional, but neither were they.

When we return to Langton I’m ordering a larger tub, Eric decided. He would happily take the maid’s place next time and soap Arya up, though he would do so in the tub rather than bending over the side. And he especially liked the idea of washing her hair as she nestled into his lap, slippery and warm against his naked skin.

“How did you enjoy your wedding night?” Eric asked, folding his arms over the side of the tub and catching Arya’s gaze.

Arya flushed in remembered pleasure and Eric teased, “Mmm you liked it a lot, didn’t you my blushing bride?”

She nodded, biting her lip.

“What did you like best?”

She thought for a moment, then admitted, “I like how you say such dirty things.”

Eric perked up. It was not the answer he had expected, but it was one that pleased him greatly. “And why do you like it? Is it because it makes you wet to know all of the perverted thoughts I have? To hear about the ways I want to ravage you, molest and abuse you, pleasure you until you’re screaming my name?”

Arya’s thighs clenched together as pulsing heat spread through her, and she nodded again, unable to take her eyes away from his devilish face.

“Or do you like it when I remind you how dirty you are? When I tell you that I know how sloppily you want to suck my cock, to feel my come all over your chest and your ass, or when I accuse you of being a little slut? Is that what you love, my perfect, dirty girl?”

“Yess,” Arya hissed. “All of those things.”

“I know,” Eric replied smugly, leaning escort ataköy back in the water. “You’re dripping for me right now, aren’t you?”

His arrogance irritated and inflamed Arya. She loved that he understood her, that he appreciated her perverted side, but at the same time hated that he knew her inner thoughts and desires and could exploit them so easily. It was the knife edge she balanced on by giving her submission to him so freely and so honestly. But she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Yes,” she answered, grudgingly this time, glad there was a towel beneath her because his words were all too true.

Eric simply chuckled affectionately and finished rinsing off. He stood, noting the way Arya’s eyes instantly shifted towards him and centered hungrily on his cock, and his own pupils dilated as a rush of need flowed through him.

“Towel,” he ordered.

Without comment Arya rose up and handed him one, hardly moving her eyes from his erection. He wondered if she was doing it purposefully; from the way his cock was bobbing she must know how much it turned him on to see her watching him so transparently. He knew it was purposeful when she licked her lips, still staring at him, and he groaned at the sight of it.

The noise made Arya finally look towards his face, and she grinned. “Aren’t you going to dry off?” she asked innocently.

“You little imp,” Eric growled, but his tone was playful and Arya winked in response before returning to the fireside.

He dried off quickly, dropping the towel negligently on the floor as he strode towards her. He knelt behind Arya and wrapped his arms around her, nibbling on her neck. She let out a soft mmm of pleasure and he cupped her breasts, kneading them gently. She arched her back slightly and Eric murmured words of praise in her ear, then began to roll her nipples between his fingers. Her back arched further and as she pressed her breasts into his hands, and Eric bit down where her neck met her shoulder. When she gasped at the sensation he reflexively pressed his cock against her back and bit down harder. Arya let out a squeal of pain and he retreated.

“Was that too much?” he asked worriedly, shifting to a sitting position by her side and watching her face. She looked thoughtful.

“Well, I don’t know,” she admitted. “It hurt, and if you weren’t touching me in any other way I wouldn’t have liked it… but with your fingers on my nipples like that…” She met his gaze and her arousal was obvious.

The beast began to rise in Eric and he growled low in his throat. I knew it, it bragged triumphantly. And it’s time to let me out.

A large hand grasped Arya’s chin and Eric leaned forward, mouth open as he forced her tongue to meet his. He delved deeply and she melted into him. The feeling of her giving in drove him into action.

He stood, holding out a hand. There was no mistaking his intent, and Arya took his hand with a shy smile as he pulled her up.

“Wait,” she begged, removing her hand from his. “Can you go in first and wait a moment while I do something? I know this is your time now but I think you’ll like it.”

He was intrigued, and readily agreed. It would give him a moment to check that everything was in place, anyway. He placed a gentle kiss on her lips then slipped through the door, ordering her not to look as he did so.

Arya ran to the drawer where her lingerie was, and drew out the red set. She was growing nervous as she fingered the lacy fabric in her fingers, sticking her fingers through the hole in the underwear and imagining they were Eric’s, instead. She knew that if he had done so last night, his plundering would have been gentle and all for her… but he had made it clear that once she entered the bedroom she would be entering his world, and she knew in her gut that his world would not be nearly as gentle.

She smiled, and quickly dressed in the scanty, tantalizing garments.

A thrill running through her, Arya was growing more nervous by the moment. Adrenaline and endorphins were shooting through her veins and she wasn’t sure if her heart was racing more from excitement or fear. It was an intoxicating combination, a heady cocktail that she basked in as she pulled her robe back on and knocked on the bedroom door.

When Eric opened the door she was shocked to see that he had dressed. He was wearing black pants and a loose, white shirt that exposed a fair amount of his upper chest. The sleeves were rolled up, and his feet were bare on the rug. The casual look was so sexy to Arya, given that she had always seen Eric either impeccably dressed, or naked, and for the first time, it sunk in that they were actually married. Arya beamed.

He quirked an eyebrow. “So glad to see me dressed?”

Arya shook her head, not wanting to break the spell by explaining her thoughts. The moment had driven away all fear and she was ready for him to ravage her, and to ravage her now.

She peered behind him, trying escort avcılar to catch a glimpse of his surprise. All she could see in the brief peek was ropes hanging down, before Eric moved to block her view.

“Ah ah,” he tsked, grinning. He held up a piece of cloth. “Close your eyes.”

Arya’s heart raced as she obeyed, allowing him to blindfold her. He fiddled with it a couple times to make sure it was tight, even waving a hand in front of her face, then took a step back, satisfied.

“When you walk through that door you are mine, understand?”

“I’m already yours,” Arya said with a smile, stating the obvious.

“You are my wife, yes,” he agreed, “but when you step through the doorway you are my cock whore. I own you, I own your pleasure, I own every breath and every moan. You will deny me nothing, because you are mine to use as I please. Do you understand?”

Arya’s entire body flushed as he spoke. It was as though he had spoken her fantasy aloud, a fantasy that she had rarely even admitted to herself.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Eric’s rough voice grew slightly less intense as he added kindly, “You also know that I will never hurt you, right?”

Even with the blindfold on he could see her skepticism and he laughed. “Well I am going to hurt you, but you know what I mean.” Arya smiled in return and Eric chucked her chin affectionately. “Do you remember what we talked about the other day? About the safe words?”

Arya nodded, grateful that he had been so thoughtful in planning this, and that he had created boundaries that would ensure that she did not truly fear him or what he would do to her.

“Say it,” he commanded. “I need to hear you say the words.”

“‘Slow, slow slow’, if I want you to slow down, and ‘pause, pause, pause’ if I want you to stop.” Before he could prompt her she added, “oh and snap my fingers three times over and over if I’m unable to talk.”

“So good,” he praised her, kissing her forehead. “And you know why I chose the words ‘pause’ and ‘slow’, right?”

Arya trembled, knowing the answer but wanting to hear Eric explain it again.

Her beloved stepped closer, taking her hips in his hands and squeezing tightly as he whispered in her ear, “because if you yell at me to stop, I won’t. If you yell ‘no’, I won’t stop. If you cry, I won’t stop.”

One large hand moved to her throat as he pushed the door closed behind her and his body sandwiched her between them. It tightened until Arya couldn’t breathe, and he added, “In fact, I hope you do all of those things.”

Arya’s entire body shivered with goosebumps as he slowly licked the edge of her ear. Just as her body started to panic with the need to breathe, Eric loosened his grip. A spike of adrenaline shot through her and had she not already been wet, that simple act of choking would have instantly made her cream herself.

“Come,” he beckoned, and she heard his quiet footsteps move away from her.

Knowing that her confusion and lack of sight was part of his game, that he wanted her to prove that she trusted him enough to walk blindly, Arya took a step forward.

She was stunned when he said sharply, “Not like that.” Arya instantly stopped in her tracks, cocking her head in a silent question. “Crawl forward,” he ordered. There was a cruelty, an amusement in his voice that made Arya hot and wet and needy and she dropped to her hands and knees without question. She moved towards his voice.

For Eric, it was an intoxicating sight, watching his beloved crawl towards him. Or where she thought he was. He circled around her as she continued to slowly move forwards, enjoying the show from all angles. He knew that she could tell that he was moving, but she continued in a straight line as she obeyed his order to crawl forwards.

“Stop.”

She did.

“Stand.”

She did that, too.

“Drop the robe.”

Arya hesitated for a moment, thinking to herself that she wished she could see his face when she removed the garment. That momentary pause was what Eric had been waiting for (truthfully, part of him had hoped she’d resist a bit soon so that he had an excuse to ravage her). He moved forward with remarkable speed to pull at the sash around her waist. The knot untied, the sash dropped, and Eric roughly yanked the robe off of Arya’s shoulders.

She staggered and gasped, and reflexively moved her hands to cover her breasts. It was a move that would normally have earned her a punishment, but Eric’s mind was too distracted by her outfit to follow that train of though. He stared at her unabashedly, his breath hitching as he drank in the sight.

The frilly top covered most of her breasts and several inches below it, tight enough to support the weight of her breasts as it pressed them firmly together. There were no sleeves or straps and, from the brief glimpse he had stolen, he saw that like the outfit the night before there were holes where her nipples stood out. He circled her escort bağcılar as he took in the bottoms, which were a lacy triangle in the front, with multiple straps along the sides which converged into one in the back, a thin sliver of fabric that was lost within the firm globes of her ass.

Eric groaned at the sight of it. The fabric was bright red, so different from the virginal white she had worn the night before, and utterly sensual. She was oozing sex, and by the time Eric got around to reprimanding her for having covered her breasts, she had removed her hands and placed them at her sides.

He could see that her hands were shaking.

Eric slowly circled her a few more times, drawing out her anticipation. He knew that she got a thrill from being watched, and he wanted to ratchet up her arousal until she was panting for him. She shivered as his fingers began to slowly run across her exposed skin, so light and feathery that it made her flinch and wriggle a few times when he hit ticklish spots.

“Raise up your arms,” he commanded hoarsely, circling Arya again as he took in the way this position raised her breasts, the nipples hard and prominent.

“Stay just like that,” he whispered, as he bent down and took them in his mouth. The lace tickled his face as he moved back and forth between them, lavishing attention on the nipples and squeezing the flesh around them with eager hands. He moaned into her, enjoying the ministrations almost as much as she did.

Eric continued on until he sensed that Arya was desperately holding back the urge to beg him to touch her elsewhere. He loved that he could read her so easily, even with half of her face obscured.

“Do you want me to stroke your cunt?” he asked, purposefully obscene.

“Yes,” Arya moaned.

“Yes, what?” Eric reminded her, pinching a nipple with excessive force.

She flinched, but kept her arms above her head.

“Yes, Lord Eric,” she corrected hurriedly. “I’m sorry, Lord Eric, I won’t forget again.”

“No, you won’t,” he murmured. “Unless you want the switch.”

Arya blanched. That was not a punishment she had expected. She thought perhaps a good spanking would be involved, at most a slap across the face, but a switch? It was something she had only seen a servant suffer, and that was when they had committed a crime.

My husband will treat me like a criminal should I disobey him, she thought, her mouth dry as fear and humiliation washed over her. He will beat me like a common peasant.

She couldn’t understand why that made her so goddamn aroused.

From her open mouth Eric knew that she was shocked, and then when she grit her teeth and breathed heavily through her nose he knew that she both hated and loved the idea of it. Seeing this reaction, Eric was unable to resist any longer. He squeezed his cock through his pants, but was so aroused that he quickly moved to fondle his balls instead, needing stimulation but fearing that contact with his cock would prove to be too much.

Wanting to drive his point home, Eric picked up the thin, wooden switch he had laid out and began to run it across her skin. He slapped it against her a few times, gently but with meaning behind it.

Even though Arya couldn’t see what he was touching her with, it wasn’t difficult to guess. “Shhh,” he hushed, stroking her hair gently before returning to his tease. He had sensed her fear spike, and hoped that this reassurance would return her to that balanced place between anxiety and arousal.

It worked. Arya’s tense body relaxed slightly, and Eric continued to run the switch over her exposed nipples, then down her stomach. But Arya stiffened once more as he ran it between her legs. He ran it down the inside of one thigh, the back up until it was pressed firmly against her pussy. He pressed upwards with some force, watching to see she what she would do. Arya was breathing heavily, but continued to stand still.

Pleased, Eric drew the switch away. He raised it up, noticing with satisfaction that the wood had darkened with wetness where it had pressed against her. He brought it up, under her nose.

“Breathe in through your nose.”

Arya breathed in the unmistakable scent of her arousal, and blushed a deep red.

To further humiliate his blushing wife, Eric pressed the wood against the underside of her nose so that some of her juice would be left on the skin. He was humiliating her with the smell, knowing that it would relentlessly fill her nostrils until the residue was cleaned off.

He threw the switch in the corner and moved her arms back down to her sides. He took one hand and led her forward, placing her in the middle of the room. Ropes brushed against her skin as she moved into the center of them, and Arya remembered with tingling excitement the night he had bound her arms and hooked her onto the bedpost so that he could ravage her.

“You’re going to be very very good for me and stay still while I tie you,” Eric told her.

Arya nodded. “Yes, Lord Eric.”

He kissed her cheek, then impudently licked it. Arya couldn’t help smiling, flinching away from it.

“You really are a dog, aren’t you, my lord?” she teased.

“Mmm, perhaps. But know that, unlike most dogs, my bite is worse than my bark.”

This is the third part of the story. It would be helpful to read parts 1 and 2 to understand the people and how we got to this part of the story. This part begins at the end of part 2. There is piss play at the beginning of the story.

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Nancy led me into the large walk-in shower. The other people followed and stood around the entrance. Nancy told them that I had recently became her piss slut. I had been taught how to swallow her piss as all good mouth sluts should do. Anne said she also wanted to enjoy me taking her piss. Nancy motioned Anne into the shower. I knelt in the shower while Nancy explained things to Anne. Nancy grabbed me by my hair and placed my mouth in front of her pussy. She ordered me to open my mouth. I soon felt Nancy’s hot piss fill my mouth. Her piss tasted salty and pungent after the wine and food she recently drank and ate. Nancy stopped her stream and ordered me to swallow. I swallowed as I looked into her eyes and felt such a deep connection and passion. Nancy pushed my open mouth to be closer and again filled my mouth with her piss and once again I swallowed. The others watching seemed mesmerized and excited by the spectacle. When Nancy was finished she directed me to clean her pussy with my tongue. She eventually pushed me away and said she will soon use me again as her mouth slut.

I then moved to kneel in front of Anne. Anne was about sixty and I thought she was the most beautiful woman there. She had a tight toned body with a lovely face. She had light brown hair and deep brown eyes. She took charge of me and soon I was taking her piss. Anne filled my mouth several times and then pissed all over me to cover my hair and body with her piss. The others applauded from the hallway.

Thomas directed the others back into the living room and Nancy told them that she and Anne would clean up and join them soon. Nancy them closed the shower door. Nancy told me to rise and then turned on the shower. Nancy handled me a sponge and it was so sensual and intimate to clean her and Anne. After they were clean, they told me to clean myself. I dried them off. Nancy and Anne then put on light comfortable dresses. I of course remained naked.

When walked into the living room the ladies were sitting around chatting and I heard the sound of the men playing pool in the basement. Nancy directed me to refill the food bowls. Alice was downstairs serving the men. I went to escort bahçelievler each of the ladies and refilled their drinks and brought more food in from the kitchen. I stood to the side with my hands crossed behind my back when I was not serving them. A bit later Anne told me to go downstairs and ask Bob to bring in the bench they had inside their van. I went downstairs to the basement.

When I got downstairs, I saw Thomas sitting on a chair with Alice sitting on his massive cock. Tyrone was feeding his cock into Alice’s mouth and she seemed so small next to the two large men. Bob and Big Mike were shooting pool and looking at and commenting on the fucking and sucking between their shots. Thomas asked me why I came down and I told him I was directed by Anne to ask Bob to get a bench from their van. Bob paused after his shot and smiled. I saw Tyrone empty his load into Alice’s mouth and she swallowed it all as she was well trained. After he pulled out, I saw Alice was really enjoying getting so thoroughly fucked by Thomas. She asked Tyrone if she could cum. He laughed at her and told her that she could not. Tyrone said he had other plans for her.

Bob then told me to follow him upstairs. He said he knew the ladies would enjoy that bench and I’d soon be right in the middle of all their enjoyment. I was to wait in the closed garage while he went to the car. The neighborhood where Thomas and Nancy lived was open so I had to remain hidden while I was naked. Bob soon knocked on the door to the garage. I opened it up and helped him carry the bench into the living room.

Nancy smiled when she saw the bench. She reminded the others of the good times they shared on that bench. Bob told me that I would be a busy boy for quite awhile. The bench looked to be a modified weight lifters bench. It was covered with black leather. The end where the weight bar could have been was wider and had two stirrups on posts for ankles to be tied. The other end of the bench was narrower. There was an oval pad at that end similar to that which would be on a massage table. The legs were adjustable and set to a height comfortable for the ladies. Nancy pointed to the end of the bench with the oval and told me to lie on my back. She asked Anne where she could get this table since it was perfect for a lady to enjoy an anal whore and mouth slut. I soon found out why.

Nancy tied my ankles escort bakırköy to the stirrups to spread my legs wide and present for hole for their pleasure. I was usually not restrained since I did everything willingly but this time it felt right to be bound for their pleasure. Mary asked if she could go first. She said that watching me drink Nancy’s piss had really turned her on.

Mary was a large woman with big breasts and a large ample butt. She maneuvered herself stand over my face and spread her ass cheeks as she sat on my face. She told me she wanted me now to just service her ass. I was glad I took a deep breath right before she sat on my face. My tongue found her asshole and I began licking it. Mary moaned and moved around my face. She told everyone what a great ass licker I was. Soon I was ordered to fuck her ass with my tongue and I was able to finally take another breath when Mary adjusted herself. I placed my hands on her ass as I reached up and stiffened my tongue. We got in the rhythm of Mary rising and lowering on me as I used my tongue to pleasure her ass.

I then felt my ass being lubed and soon felt a strap-on begin to enter me. Donna had put on the strap-on and began to have her way with me. Donna was tall and slender with long dark hair. She moaned her desire and told me how much she enjoyed taking my ass for her pleasure. It was such a exquisite feeling and I soon got lost in space while serving these two lustful ladies with my mouth and ass. Mary eventually rose off of my face and turned around to give me access to her pussy. She told me to suck her clit hard which I immediate did through placing my lips over the top and bottom of her enormous clit. I felt Donna entering me completely and pounding my ass while I was swallowing the cum that poured out of Mary into my mouth. Nancy and Anne watched and told me how excited this was making them and that soon they will take me as they want.

And they all did. They all took me in my ass and mouth. Nancy seemed especially excited. She first used my ass while Anne used my mouth for her pleasure. Nancy removed her cock from my ass after Anne was finished with me. Nancy immediately sat on my face and aggressively rubbed her cunt all over my face. She ordered my to put my tongue deep in her pussy and then told me to use my lips to suck her clit. Nancy came hard in my mouth and I struggled to swallow all escort beşiktaş her juices.

I laid on the bench in a daze when the woman were finished using my ass and mouth for their pleasure. Anne untied my ankles. Nancy told me to rise and then bring in more wine. The men come up from the basement as I walked into the kitchen. Tyrone had his arms around Alice’s shoulders as they came into the room. Mary asked him how Alice did. Tyrone told her that she did great. She serviced all the men and that her ass and pussy were well used. Alice looked exhausted and yet seemed very aroused.

I saw Thomas and Tyrone talking and they waved me over. They told me to move the coffee table out of the way. I was then told to lie on my back. Thomas asked everyone to gather around for the show. I had no idea what to expect. Tyrone put his arms around Alice and guided her to be next to me.

He told everyone that Alice did well using her mouth, pussy, and ass for their pleasure. Tyrone announced to all that Alice would be rewarded and everyone clapped. Tyrone asked Thomas if it was appropriate for his sub to cum. Thomas said that it make no difference to him if I received any pleasure as long as I was properly used as their anal whore and mouth slut.

Alice then was instructed to lie on top of me in a 69 position. When she lowered her pussy on to my face I could smell all the cum that had been left in her pussy from all the fucking she took. I immediately began to tenderly lick her slit and soon tasted the men’s cum. I then felt Alice’s warm mouth on my cock and it was heaven. I eagerly repaid the pleasure by moving my tongue and lips to her clit. I licked her clit and then sucked it softly. I felt Alice respond and then I felt her swallow my entire cock and swirl her tongue all around. It was the best blow job I’ve ever received. I soon felt Alice hump my face and then let lose a moan as she came in thrusts. I came at the same time and she eagerly swallowed all I’ve gave her. I kept gently sucking Alice’s clit and I felt her have several more orgasms. It was great to give and receive such intimate pleasure.

Alice and I then rose to the applause of the group. We soon began serving more wine and beer. We stood by the side as Thomas, Nancy and their guests chatted. I heard when Thomas asked Bob how plans for his new business were coming along. Bob told him that he was feeling good about it and that he now feels confident that he has found a way to make it profitable. Bob then described what he had in mind. Bob, Anne, and a partner were going to establish a special BDSM resort for bisexual Dom couples near the Tampa area. I listened intently when Bob explained how it would be run.

TO BE CONTINUED

Misadventures of plucky amateur sleuth, and professional submissive, Tess.

Disclaimer:

Any resemblance to any persons who actually exist is purely coincidental.

But yea, I totally stole our heroine’s name. I’ll own that!

-X

‘Crumbs!’ Tess thought to herself as the door creaked open, ‘even the door is creepy.’

She swallowed as the housekeeper came into view. She was almost Victorian in bearing. Hair scraped back, dressed in black, plus a sour demeanor.

“Good Afternoon, Mrs. Fisher,” Tess tried a smile.

“Tess,” Mrs. Fisher nodded abruptly, “thank you for being on time.”

She looked Tess up and down, and clearly found her lacking, “If you want to change your mind, this is your last chance. Once you enter this house you have no rights until the end of the weekend.”

She sniffed, “Of course that would be most inconvenient. We have six guests on site this weekend.”

Tess nervously smoothed her long dark ponytail, “I don’t want to change my mind,” she said. Admitting, “I need the cash.”

Nodding again, Mrs. Fisher stepped aside, and Tess entered the house. Jumping slightly as the heavy door banged shut behind her.

With the slamming of that door she had just made herself a slave for the weekend. A slave to six men and the owner, to do with her what they wanted.

Trembling with nerves and excitement, Tess followed Mrs. Fisher up the stairs, ‘Oh Lord, Simon,’ she thought of her friend for who she was doing this favour, ‘What have you got me into?’

Tess kept her head down submissively, but her eyes peeled as they walked to the first floor and a short way down a corridor. Making note of doorways, and how many rooms she passed.

Where the obstructions, ornaments and hazards were.

She would likely have to explore this house in the dead of night with no light to guide her, so she carefully created a map in her head as they walked.

Mrs. Fisher showed her into a rather nice room, with an attached bathroom.

Tess opened her eyes wide, “Blimey, you’ve got a privy in there and everything. Am I allowed to use that?”

“One rather hopes you will,” Mrs. Fisher replied sarcastically, “It is 1963, I can assure you we have moved beyond outdoor plumbing.”

Tess lowered her eyes, “Sorry, Mrs. Fisher. I just assumed that I would be given a room higher up in the house, with the other servants.”

“You’re not a servant, Tess. This weekend you are a submissive toy. Mr Langley and his guests do not want to wait hours for you to run up and down the stairs to clean yourself up.”

Mrs. Fisher gave another habitual sniff, “You have this room for their convenience so you can come up and clean yourself in between use, but make sure you are always available.”

“I understand Mrs. Fisher, thank you,” Tess kept her eyes on the floor.

“Your outfit is on the bed there, please make use of the facilities and be in the library at seven, sharp. It’s the first door on the right when you get to the bottom of the stairs.”

She turned at the door, “And I would suggest you eat something, you likely won’t get a chance later.”

As the door closed behind the housekeeper, Tess looked at the small platter of sandwiches and cakes on a side table. Thinking it a good idea she munched while exploring the room.

Standing on a chair to check the window locks, secure. Before shrugging and popping another small, tasty cake into her mouth.

She chewed, and quietly tried the lock on her door. Also secure, as she had expected.

“Well, at least the cake is scrumptious,” she whispered to herself, before heading for the bathroom.

-X

Tess had found her door unlocked at five to seven and hurried down to the library. She would have knocked, but the door was open, so she cautiously entered just as the clock struck.

“Ah, Tess,” Mr Langley spotted her and hurried over, taking her hand, and pulling her into the room, “right on time my dear, perfect.”

He patted her hand gently, as if to reassure her, but Tess had no illusions about Mr Langley.

At her interview, he had questioned her for hours about her experience and attitude towards submission, use and pain, all of which she had answered truthfully.

He wasn’t the type to pull the wings from a butterfly.

He was the type to watch someone else do it.

She let her hand tremble in his, as the guests turned to look at her.

Her ‘outfit’ had consisted of a pair of sheer, black holdups (which had taken bloody ages to get the line straight up the back!), and some black heels, which fitted her perfectly.

That was it. Nothing else.

Tess felt horribly exposed and vulnerable as the men gawped at her nearly naked body.

Her dark mahogany hair was in a tail, cascading down her back to her waist. Tess felt like she had a ‘use here’ arrow pointing to her backside.

She was terribly excited.

The men varied in age from early thirties to Mr Langley’s mid-sixties. The room smelt of cigar smoke and old money.

Which of these men, Tess wondered, thought they were above the law?

Who istanbul escort was the most dangerous?

She had kept her eyes downcast, but Mr Langley now lifted her chin.

“Gentlemen, may I introduce the delectable Tess,” he said.

“Now Tess, tell me, what instructions did Mrs. Fisher give you?”

“That I am to be available at all times, and that I should use my room to keep myself clean for you,” Tess replied.

“Good, very good, and what do you remember from your interview my dear? Do you remember what we expect from you this weekend?”

“I’m yours to do with what you will, Mr Langley,” Tess said, her voice shaking slightly.

“There’s a good sport,” one of the men said, and winked her at when she looked at him.

“Now Tess, this weekend you must address me as Master, and all of these other guests as Sir. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good Girl.”

“She’s a curvy little thing,” one of the men said.

“Well, there are seven of us this weekend, Giles. We don’t want a slip of a thing that will break too easily,” Mr Langley said, and looked slyly satisfied when Tess’s hand involuntarily jumped in his.

“Where did you find her, Langley?” a man with thick black hair who appeared more interested in the crossword than her, asked, “from the sounds of her I would say the gutter.”

Tess frowned, but kept her mouth closed.

“Clapham,” Mr Langley retorted, “and she came very highly recommended,” he sounded slightly defensive.

“Is she actually a submissive?” the man asked, in a bored tone, his eyes still on the paper.

Mr Langley let go of Tess’s hand and moved forward slightly, but before he could speak, one of the other men did.

“Now look here, Mark. Langley always finds us jolly good gals. It’s your first time here, there’s no need to be rude.”

Mr Langley waved him down, “It’s fine, it’s fine. Yes, this is the first time Mark has joined us, and he’s bound to have questions. We are very pleased he is here,” Tess narrowed her eyes, he was clearly nervous of this man, “We are all hoping to learn from you Mark, very much hoping we can learn from you.”

“Well,” the man, Mark, drawled, “she’s certainly keen. I can smell her from here.”

“I beg your pardon,” Tess could not stop her indignation, “How dare you.”

Her breath stopped in her throat as the man turned and fixed her with piercing green eyes.

She stood helplessly and watched him as he put the paper aside and approached her slowly. His eyes locked onto her, cold and hard.

The atmosphere in the room changed to one of excited anticipation, but fear was an icy finger down her spine as she stood and trembled.

She had found the most dangerous man in the room.

He stalked over to her. He was the youngest man here by far, but clearly powerful and he towered over her. Reaching up and almost gently cupping her throat.

She whimpered slightly, and with that small sound of fear, he squeezed and lifted her effortlessly to her toes.

“Did you have a comment to make?” he asked her gently, as she struggled for air.

“Or perhaps an apology?” he suggested quietly, not even flinching as her fist bounced off his hard stomach and her nails dug desperately into his arm.

“Urghh,” Tess choked as she grasped at his arm, which was like iron. He merely lifted her higher and her feet left the ground.

“I’m not sure that apology was heartfelt,” he teased her, as tears ran down her face, “Maybe you should try for more sincerity.”

Tess’s eyes rolled back, and her hands fell hopelessly to her sides as she started to pass out.

He dropped her to the floor, and she sprawled, gasping in air, and sobbing.

Tess rubbed her sore throat. It was throbbing, as was her pussy.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she croaked.

He crouched down next to her, “I didn’t quite catch that, Tess.”

“I am really very sorry, Sir,” she sobbed, “I was very rude, I’m so sorry.”

“What do you think I should do about your rudeness, Tess?” he asked.

She looked up and saw his beautiful dark green eyes were glinting now with cold amusement, and maybe a touch of excitement.

Tess couldn’t look away from his gaze, it held her captive, “I think you should punish me, Sir.”

“I don’t think you have ever submitted to the likes of me, Tess.”

“Please, Sir.”

“I don’t think you will like my punishment,” he warned her.

She just stared at him, her lips slightly parted.

“There again,” he mused, reaching out and caressing her bottom lip with his thumb, “you don’t actually have a choice, do you, Tess?”

“No, Sir,” she whispered.

Mark suddenly smiled at her. His smile surprisingly charming and creating unexpected dimples in his cheeks that made him look almost boyish.

As he rose to his feet, she pulled in the breath that his smile had stolen from her lungs.

‘Well, that’s damned inconvenient,’ she thought to herself.

At Mark’s request, Giles, and another man, helped Tess to her feet and secured her wrists in heavy cuffs.

Mr cihangir escort Langley became distracted, watching Tess be pulled back to her toes, her hands above her head, breasts bobbing, in the centre of the room, before he became aware of Mark searching through his desk.

“Mark!” he sounded panicked, “My dear chap, what do you need?” he asked, hurrying over.

Mark frowned at a locked drawer, “Scissors,” he requested simply.

“Over here, over here,” Langley pulled Mark away from his desk, and produced a large pair of scissors from a side cabinet.

Tess shuddered as Mark flashed her an evil grin, “Perfect,” he said.

“I say old man,” one of the older gents spoke up, “You’re not planning anything too nefarious, are you?”

Tess saw Mark’s lips twitch slightly, as he stopped just in front of her, again holding her gaze.

“You know my reputation?” they all nodded, “and you would like to learn from me, Yes?”

“Indeed,” Langley eyed the scissors nervously, “but you are back in England now old chap, we don’t want any, er, damage.”

Mark turned cool eyes on Langley, “I’ve never ‘damaged’ a submissive,” he advised him.

Tess saw Mr Langley glance at her and then swallow, “Well, okay then.”

Mark turned his gaze back on Tess, “What are you?” he asked her.

She frowned, confused, “I’m your submissive, sir?”

“What are you?” he asked again, patiently.

“I’m Tess,” she tried.

He rolled his eyes and looked from her bound hands, down to her feet, and back to her eyes, “What are you?”

Tess closed her eyes, “Nothing, Sir. I’m nothing.”

He walked behind her now and stroked a hand down her hair, “That’s correct,” he told her, “and now I’m having to take time out of my day to punish someone who is nothing.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Tess sobbed in fear as he gripped her ponytail, “I’m sorry that you are having to punish me because I was rude,” she looked at the men watching and flushed with embarrassment at their enjoyment of her demeaning herself.

“I don’t care that you’re sorry, Tess. Do you know why?”

Tears were running down Tess’s face now, “Because I’m nothing.”

“Correct,” Mark said, and lifting the scissors, sliced through her ponytail.

Tess, felt the weight lift and cried out, “Oh, Noooooooooo!”

Her hair, free of its binds, danced around her shoulders as she tried to see behind her, “Sir? Oh please, Sir!”

He walked in front of her, holding the long sleek tail up, before striding over and throwing it into the fire.

Tess shook, as she watched him walk back to her, undoing his belt as he came, slipping it slowly through the loops of his trousers.

Her dark eyes drenched and horrified on his.

He reached forward and playfully pulled her bottom lip again, smiling slightly as it trembled.

“There is a lesson for you, Tess. On being a true submissive. What do you say?”

Tess snuffled and blinked to clear her eyes, “Thank you, Sir.”

Mark moved behind her as she was gagged and blindfolded. Tess tried to calm herself.

That had been her lesson in submission, so now it was time for her punishment.

The belt came down hard, without warning on her bum and she screamed into the gag.

‘No warmup then,’ she thought to herself, as another strike landed, ‘thank goodness,’ Tess hadn’t played in nearly three months and was beyond horny by this point.

“Urghh,” she grunted and sobbed as her back and ass were bruised and welted.

She could feel herself getting wetter.

A hand stroked her hot back and ass, not unkindly, and she leaned into it.

The hand trailed around to her front and her breasts were slapped and kneaded, her nipples pinched, until she was writhing on the rope and her thighs dripped with her arousal.

Her blindfold was removed, and she looked up into the hypnotic green eyes of her tormentor.

His tanned cheeks were flushed, and his hair slightly damp, mussed and just a little too long.

He stepped back and prepared to beat her again.

The belt kissed her thighs, stomach, and breasts.

She struggled and screamed in the ropes when it crashed against her hard nipples and sent waves of pain crashing through her.

She was grunting and groaning air through the gag, her eyes always on his.

Begging.

Begging for more.

He swung again and the end of the lash caught her pussy.

Tess started to shake uncontrollably.

Mark moved forward and slid his fingers through her wetness.

She moaned as he roughly pinched and rubbed her clit, pushing her over the edge and she shook and came over his fingers.

When she came back to her senses, Tess watched as he slipped his fingers from her and licked them.

“Yummy,” he said quietly, before picking up the belt from where he had dropped it and leaving the room.

Tess hung, gasping and limp from her restraints as the other men stared at her in amazement.

Mr Langley rang a bell for the housekeeper to come and assist her. Then they released her.

“Dear girl,” was sarıyer escort all he said, as she lifted a shaking hand to her shorn hair.

But his eyes were gleeful and greedy.

Mrs. Fisher came in, looking down her nose at the men and their base desires.

“Get her cleaned up will you please, Mrs. Fisher. We need her back in an hour, we have a game to play.”

“Yes, Mr Langley, was all she said as she led Tess from the room.

-X

Mrs. Fisher had actually been quite kind, in a brisk way, as she helped Tess clean up.

The welts were not as bad as she had feared, but she was going to have a whopping bruise on her arse.

Just perfect!

She returned to the library in a fresh pair of stockings and shoes, her eyes quickly sweeping the room for the green-eyed man.

He wasn’t there.

“Come on in, Tess, this is one of the chap’s favourite games,” Mr Langley told her.

He ran his hands up and down her body, “Not too bad, no? Could have been worse you know, you really need to keep quiet and show respect.”

“Yes, Master,” she agreed, as she was handed two glasses of water and made to stand on a table.

“Hold them out to your sides,” the man called Giles directed her.

She did, wondering what an earth this was about.

Mr Langley came and emptied a bag onto the table and all of the men enthusiastically grabbed a handful of what looked like elastic bands and surrounded her.

“You’re not allowed to spill any water,” she was told, and then her ‘domination’ began.

Tess yelped as the first few bands hit her, and then the truth of this game dawned on her.

They were flicking bands at her? How enormously childish.

Mind you, Tess admitted to herself that it really did sting.

She had been stood bearing up under the strain, the hardest thing was keeping her arms out, for quite some time, when the green-eyed man walked back in.

He poured himself a drink and sat next to Mr Langley who had not taken part in the game, preferring to watch.

“We have all weekend,” she heard Langley tell him.

He looked at her, shook his head and laughed.

-X

It was 3am as Tess crept down the stairs.

Her door had not been locked. No doubt in case anyone wanted to ‘make use’ of her during the night, but most of the guests had been drunk by the end of the evening, so she hoped she would not be missed.

She wanted to look in that locked desk drawer.

What had Mr Langley been so panicked about?

The house was dark and spooky, full of strange noises as she paused outside the library door.

Had she heard something?

No.

‘Stop being a ninny,’ she told herself, ‘Simon is relying on you’.

Tess slowly turned the door handle, gripping it hard, her hand slippery with nerves.

She gave a strangled cry as the door was suddenly wrenched open, and she lost her balance, falling against a firm chest.

Large hands grabbed her shoulders and she found herself looking up into hard green eyes.

They stared at each other for a moment, and then there was a sniff, followed by footsteps.

Mrs. Fisher.

Tess found herself spun around; a hand hard against her mouth as she was moved over to the stairs.

Mark’s other hand crushed her breasts, pulling her hard against him, as he pushed her down on the stairs and sank deep inside her. Immediately starting to thrust.

Tess moaned from behind the hand covering her mouth.

One minute she had been sleuthing, the next she was being pounded, and it felt so good.

Mark pulled her even closer against him and started to lick and bite at her neck.

They grunted and groaned like animals rutting, ignoring the sound of footsteps moving away.

Tess grabbed the stairs and lifted her ass, as Mark released her mouth and started to tug and pull at her breasts and nipples.

“Harder, please harder,” she begged, and he complied.

Forcing the breath from her as he thrust, thrust, thrust.

They both came, collapsing against the stairs. Mark crushing Tess underneath him.

Tess jumped at Mark’s voice, “Forgive me, Langley, I didn’t mean to disturb anyone.”

She curled up on the stairs as he rose from her.

“That’s what she’s here for,” Mr Langley said, “and it was only me, sometimes I cannot sleep. Perhaps we should see Tess to her room, I suspect she has had enough for today.”

Tess found herself lifted and assisted up the stairs. Deposited at her door with a jolly “Goodnight,” from Langley and nothing but a wink from Mark.

She narrowed her eyes at his glowing green.

Just before she closed her door she heard, “One thing dear chap, we tend to use condoms here, one doesn’t fully know these girls backgrounds.”

“Of course,” she heard her green-eyed lover say, as she clicked the door closed.

Tess stuck out her tongue in his direction, to make herself feel better, then went to bed.

-X

Tess considered rising early to try and get into the locked drawer in Mr Langley’s desk.

Perhaps that’s what her green-eyed nemesis had been trying to do the night before. She huffed; doubtful that he could pick a lock as quickly as she could.

Girls had been going missing. They came to this house and were never seen again. Simon wanted her to keep her eyes and ears open, but he had told her not to take any unnecessary risks.

I waited in my captive darkness, my breathing perceptively quickening in anticipation of His entrance. Despite the cold, I felt my palms break out in a light sweat. Would He have forgiven me, would He release me and hold me as I longed to be held, would He still want me? The thoughts and questions raced through my mind at a million miles an hour, so quick I was hard put to grasp them and contemplate the possible answers. The clock continued it’s by now infuriating ticking, tick…tock…tick…tock, the slow monotonous regularity intensifying the tension. I had heard nothing since His key grated in its familiar way in the door lock. My ears ached, almost seeming to vibrate with the intensity, the concentration I was using to listen for further signs He was approaching the room, coming to me. Nothing.

Minutes passed into more minutes, my heart leapt and plummeted a thousand times. Where was He? Why did He wait? Just as the first tears began to slide down my cheeks I felt Him enter more than heard, the rush of fresh air caressing my bare skin teasingly. Standing straight I waited, waited to feel His touch. His shoes whispered softly on the floor as He walked around the cage slowly, but more than that there was something else alerting my senses, but what? All sound ceased as I sensed His presence in front of me at the door to the cage. Breathing deeply I detected the faint scent of an unfamiliar smell, spicy, masculine, cloying. Had Master bought a new aftershave? No….couldn’t be as it was coming from the side of the cage, not the front where I knew my senses could not be deceiving me with the perceived presence of Master. Unexplainably a shiver went up my spine, the fine hairs on my arms standing out….then was gone and forgotten in an instant as something else diverted my attention.

The key sliding into the cage lock made a melodic type ringing before turning slowly, the catch clicking to open the door to freedom. Shackled and blindfolded I could not move, knew better than to try, but felt the urge to speak my love, my sorrow, my devotion to Master. Before the words passed my lips I felt a cold metal blade against them, the broad flat surface cold and smooth silencing me both with its width and its pressure…firm, but not enough to cut if I kept still.

“Silence!!” Master’s voice sent shockwaves through my body, unexpected as it was and accompanied by the knife blade across my now trembling lips. “I will tell you if and when to speak…until then don’t displease me with the sound of your words.”

Tears soaked the blindfold, my nose beginning to block with the pressure of suppressed crying. Sniffling softly, clearing my breathing as best I could I tried to be silent, tried to understand, tried to still the quaking fear. As I suspected He knew I was going to be quiet, the pressure of the blade was lessened. Master trailed the tip, sharp and cold along my jaw pressing menacingly near the artery before scratching a thin line up the side of my face to slip under the edge of the blindfold and rest against my temple. I shivered in fear despite my detecting the care with which He used the blade. Nothing had ever prepared me for this.

Purring like, and in a voice I could tell was laden with excitement, Master spoke softly in my ear. “Don’t move, hold your breath.” I could feel the warmth rising from his body so close to mine as I felt Him twist the blade in a way which cut the cloth with its sharpness, the blindfold falling away and tickling my skin as it slipped off my shoulder to rest on the floor of the cage. Blinking in the light after so many hours of darkness, my eyes began to focus on the one who ruled my world. Eyes locked, breath mixing to become one, I waited expectantly for His kiss; His lips so tantalisingly close, almost mesmerising. For a moment He leant near, lips slightly parted as if about to kiss me, only to pull back quickly with a sarcastic smile upon His lips, His hand grabbing mecidiyeköy escort my hair and winding it around His fist to pull my head back sharply.

“I hope you have enjoyed your day, given some thought to your transgressions,” he growled as I felt the knife teasingly trace its way down my side, scratching this time a line over my hip, pricking lightly so a droplet of blood escaped the confines of skin to trickle slowly down my thigh. Remembering by some miracle His instruction for silence, I didn’t speak. I was not noted for always remembering these temporary type orders, and though this time I did I was also tempted to answer. Biting down on my lip I maintained my silence.

Laughing, He slipped the knife into a sheath on His belt. “I see you have finally found a way to remember what I instruct you….could this new found talent be a product of your reflections today, or are they my new persuasive methods?” Waiting for a moment, I once again fought the urge to answer. It seemed so wrong to not answer His questions, but to do so would contradict what He had ordered. “You have learned something! I can’t even tempt you out of your silence it seems.”

I felt a small triumph as His words washed over me, pride suffusing my being thoroughly. With the slight relaxation I was feeling, the demands of my body were beginning to make themselves felt again. I ached from head to toe, felt frozen to the bone. Releasing His grip on me and bending down He released my ankle cuffs, laying them to rest on the floor of the cage. Standing once again He roughly grabbed one of my elbows and pulled me unceremoniously from the cage while at the same time spinning me around and pinning me to His body with an arm across my still bound wrists at my throat. At the same moment I registered the roughness of His clothes against naked flesh, the warmth of His body greeting my chilled one, I looked into the face of a stranger. It took a moment for the shock to register, the memory of the strange scent explained.

Master slowly unlocked my wrists from the collar and each other before holding my arms firmly to my sides as a signal where He wanted them to remain. Sliding one hand over my stomach and upward he caressed a breast, lifting it lightly and squeezing to accentuate its fullness. I could feel His breath on my neck as He held my breast in His grasp and spoke to the other man. “What do you think? Do you like what you see?”

Feeling my body stiffen in fear, Master tightened His other arm across my body to hold me firm while His hand dropped the breast and began to caress my body crudely. The stranger smiled as He watched, not commenting but obviously enjoying the scene before him. My mind raced. What was Master planning? What was he doing, why show me this way, this moment?

“Let me give you a better view,” He said as he made to remove the chastity device from my body. “No sense having a slave if you can’t see all she has to offer.” I cringed at His words, the meaning clearly identifiable, the disrespect for me as a woman, the acknowledgement I was not in possession of the body He so casually displayed and caressed in front of a stranger. As the locks were undone, the pieces of torture/pleasure removed, my shame increased. Pulling gently he removed the device, the metal dildos emerging glistening in the light with the obvious wetness that clung to their shiny phallic shaped surface. For moments, my body felt a mixture of relief and loss emphasizing the removal of the insertions from my most intimate recesses of my body, His body, leaving me empty and feeling like the bottom was about to drop out of my belly, my sex lips sore, swollen, stretched and chaffed. Master raised the metal protrusions to my lips, one at a time, for my expected cleaning. Opening my lips hesitantly I took each into my mouth in turn, swirling the perfectly smooth surface with my tongue, licking merter escort until all traces of my inner secrets were removed leaving the metal once again pristine and glistening in its perfection.

Laying the heavy device aside and turning me round, Master swiftly bent me over almost double before inserting two fingers into my dripping pussy, opening and revealing my inner depths. “See what I meant? My slut is always wet…an advantage, huh?” I tried to close my ears to the laughter between the two men as He continued to probe and open me for the stranger’s appraisal, at one point using my labial rings to pull me open further. A horrifying thought entered my head. “What if He were planning to sell me? What if I had gone too far and He no longer saw me worth the effort? What if the stranger were a prospective new owner?” I froze at the thought He could send me away; sell me to another like any other property He owned, His car, His house, and His furniture. In reality I was no more than these inanimate objects, I had no recourse for objection, I had no rights to protect and prevent sale or disposal but those He chose to give me Himself.

I began to tremble which only caused more pressure to pee. I tried to still my body, tried to ignore the added pressure of His fingers making it harder to not let go, tried not to close my legs against His hands, tried to quell the mixture of fear and rage my inner thoughts were creating. “My slave seems to be tightening her cunt a lot….could it be you have a problem slave?” He said as His fingers dug deeper, pushing in all the right places to increase the discomfort. I then knew He was well aware of my physical problem but had no idea what He intended to do about it.

“You may speak to answer me.”

“Please Master?” I dared not say more, couldn’t reveal more in front of another.

“Please Master?!! Is that all you have to say? Am I a mind reader now?”

Stubbornly I remained silent, words lost for the moment though aware I could not hold much longer. A whimper escaped my lips indicating my dilemma.

“Beg slut, and maybe I will grant you what you need.”

“Master, I can’t….You know what I need…please, let me go.”

“Beg!! And make it good, on your knees, on the floor at my feet…grovel bitch and show me why you deserve to be heard.”

In desperation I knew I would not escape this further humiliation, felt the shame flush my face as I sank to the floor in front of the one who owned me. I flattened my body to the surface, my lips to His boot tips as I murmured my request.

“Louder…we can’t hear what it is you seek. You know it is rude to whisper in front of guests so if you do not want to raise my ire further and attract a punishment, you will speak up, now!” Master lifted one booted foot and rested it on my back, pushing firmly to force me closer to the floor, degrading me with his gesture aimed to accentuate my state, my slavery.

Gasping for breath, and fighting the urgency of my body I responded in desperation. “Please Master, I need to use the bathroom.” Silence followed as His boot pressed even harder. “Please Master, I can’t hold on much longer….I have been holding for hours for Your return. Please!! I promise to do whatever You need of me, just let me go now.”

With gratitude I noticed the immediate easing of pressure on my back, the lifting of His foot as He grabbed my hair and pulled me up from the floor to stand trembling before Him. “That was better, though there is room for improvement. Your request will be granted, not for you but to spare our guest the disgust of witnessing your lack of control. Be grateful bitch I do not make you pee in front of us.”

With lowered eyes and a shameful blush deepening the shade of my face I thanked Him hastily. “Thank You, Master. I appreciate Your kindness.”

“Wait just a moment!!” His voice boomed over me. I stopped my şişli escort retreat in dread. I couldn’t hold on any longer and could feel the liquid threatening to spill from my body to the floor below. “Yes Master?” I whispered desperately, pressing my thighs tight together.

“We have plans this evening which require your presence. I am giving you 15 minutes to do whatever it is you have to do, shower, grab a drink but no food, and tidy yourself up to look…presentable.” I shivered at the way He emphasized the last word wondering the precise significance of its utterance in such a deliberate way. “You will find a dress hanging in the bathroom. Put it on and be quick…your time has begun to tick away.” As was His custom whenever I was to shower, He removed my collar and wrist cuffs until I returned to His presence.

Walking as quickly, though gracefully as I could from the room, I made my way to the bathroom and blessed relief. Not only did I revel in the relief of releasing my bodily fluid, but felt the pressure ease at not having to be under the direct scrutiny of both Master and stranger. Of course, as was the rule, I knew better than to close the bathroom door, but something told me I would not be bothered as I carried out His instructions. My stomach growled in hunger, felt as if there was a giant rat gnawing at its walls. I didn’t know how I was going to go much longer without food but dared not disobey.

Showering quickly, I dried myself with the huge fluffy towel Master had given me as a reward, then turned to look at the dress He had left for me to wear. My breath caught at both the beauty, and the image which flooded my mind of my wearing it. Black and long, its light fabric was sheer and of the type which would cling to the body in an intimate caress. There was no use deluding myself it would offer any modesty or protection from prying eyes as its beauty alone would attract attention, and its sheerness reveal all it was pretentiously meant to cover.

Not daring to think how much time had passed, I quickly slipped the dress over my head and let it fall into place before brushing my damp hair out, whisking on a whisper of make up just the way Master liked…not too heavy, just a hint of colour…then dashing into the kitchen, grabbed a tall glass of water and en route slipped into His favourite stilettos, pausing momentarily to tie the bindings which wound around my ankle, slightly up the calf, holding the shoes in place precariously. Gathering myself together I walked to the living room where I could hear their voices talking, discussing books and authors they both liked, making small talk as they waited for me to appear. Standing in the doorway I felt a rush of pride and embarrassment as both men took in my form, and from their directed gazes, noticed the uselessness of the fabric to cover any secrets my body may wish to keep.

I noticed with pleasure the moment’s obvious pride and pleasure, which flickered in Master’s eyes before He cleverly masked it with a sweep of his eyes to then look up and gruffly berate my tardiness. “It’s about time. I thought I was going to have to punish you but you seem to have saved yourself this disgrace by a whisker. Come, we must go,” He spoke as He crossed to fasten the collar around my neck, cuff around wrists, and lead our way from the house, the clicking of the door lock once again filling me with a sense of ominous dread I had managed to push down while I was occupied getting ready.

As the cool evening breeze blew through the sheerness of the dress, embarrassingly my stomach let out a loud growl as we entered the car. “Don’t worry about your hunger…you will soon be grateful your stomach is empty.” I sought comfort and security from the fear His words engendered by pressing myself into the corner of the back seat, buckling the seat belt for the beginning of our evening. Once again my mind flooded with the possible plans Master may have planned for me. Whatever they were, I sensed they were not of the kind full of laughter and fun, nor was He finished with impressing His displeasure with my disobedience on me. I shivered in anticipation and sunk deeper into the depths of the darkness the corner of momentary refuge offered me.

Full Service Maid or 2? Ch 6

It is strongly recommended that you read the preceding chapters to fully appreciate this latest chapter as it is a direct continuation of the previous chapter.

Synopsis to date: For those that haven’t read the preceding chapters, or to refresh those who were reading before my sabbatical: My girlfriend was upset with the cleanliness of my apartment and recommended her cleaning service. Two Asian ladies showed up a young lady, Jade, and her aunt, Mai. To my shock I learned that they preferred to clean naked. The Jade became my live-in maid and fucktoy.

I had researched a potential major project and presented my findings to our board last week. They liked my presentation and the potential return of the project so had quickly approved major funding. This meeting was to put a team together and kick off the project. My role going forward was unclear. In the past I would brief the team on projects that I had done the background work on and been available for consultation, in addition to my normal corporate duties.

At the office, I stopped by the coffee room before going to the meeting. I was immediately cornered by my VP and the VP over HR. “Did I want to be the project manager for the project?”

I was completely surprised by the question. My visceral response was “hell no” but I managed to phrase it as, “I am deeply honored to be considered, but I think this project requires someone with more complex project management experience that I currently have.”

I gave the same presentation to this group that I had given to the Board. I was asked several more relevant questions than I had gotten from the Board. In a surprise move my VP stood up and said, “The person we wanted to head this project has turned it down. If you or someone in your groups is interested in working on this project, send me a note by Friday. We will select a team from those interested and a team leader from that group. That ended the meeting.

I met briefly with my VP. I could tell she was disappointed in my turning down the leadership on the project, but I pointed out my lack of experience leading teams on projects of this magnitude and based on my knowledge of the project it needed someone with that background.

As I was leaving Cheryl stopped me and asked If had a few minutes. Cheryl is high up in HR, she is also a member of my BDSM club, and a painslut submissive, who had served me for about a year, before finding true love elsewhere. “Want to do lunch?” I asked.

She grabbed my arm and said, “That is a great idea. Café Azteca?”

I nodded and we walked the two blocks to one of the more authentic Mexican restaurants in town. I had a margarita and since she was planning on returning to work, Cheryl had an iced tea. I asked how things were going with ‘true love’ and immediately knew I had made a mistake. Cheryl gave me a long look; we are no longer together and with the restraining order I don’t have to see him anymore. Seeing the shocked look on my face, she continued, he was an abusive idiot and put me in the hospital.

I sat there stunned, somewhat surprised that I had not heard about it. Cheryl gave a half smile and said, “But let’s talk about you. You know you caused total turmoil today?”

I didn’t know what to say, “I did, how, why? “I finally asked.

“They had the project team all set, and they you said no.” She replied.

“So, what now?” I asked.

“It is confidential, I can’t tell you. You would have to beat it out of me.” she said with a half-smile.

I joked, “That could easily be arranged.”

She gave me a look and a smile, picked up her phone and made a call. “Julie, I’ve got a sudden migraine, I won’t be back this afternoon. It came on suddenly at lunch.”

She gave me a look and said, “Let the beatings begin, I really need some subspace, it has been over a year. Is your place OK?

I paid the bill, took her hand and led her to my car. By the time we reached my place, I knew: her safeword, she wanted heavy play, wanted sex, was on birth control, needed some humiliation, and couldn’t spend the night. It had been awhile since we had scened together, but I essentially heard that none of her limits had changed, and she felt safe with me.

The first thing she saw when she walked into the apartment was the horse. She looked at me and exclaimed, “For me?” I realized that I had not told her about my live-in maid, but decided now was not the time either. I pointed her towards the bathroom and headed to the closet to retrieve my toy bag.

I was sitting in my chair taking things out of my bag when Cheryl stepped out of the bathroom. Naked except for her heels. I pointed to the floor, and she dropped to her knees and crawled over to me. She knelt up when she got to me, apparently still remembering my old directions, knees wide, back straight, shoulders back, hands interlocked behind her head, elbows back, hips rotated forward.

I told her, “You have a secret, I escort kağıthane am going to beat and otherwise cause you pain until you reveal the secret. Your safeword is kumquat, and if you use it, you also have agreed to reveal the secret.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I fastened a heavy leather collar around her neck and put leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. I snapped a leash onto her collar and led her over to the horse. I fastened her wrists and ankles cuffs to the rings on the horse. I blindfolded her and attached clover clamps to her nipples with the chain running under the horse. I stepped into the bathroom and retrieved her panties which were as wet as I had anticipated. I stuffed them into her mouth and secured them with a strip of trainer’s tape. Since I had gagged her, I put a bell into her hand as a drop object. If she dropped it that had the same meaning as a safeword, and we stopped and determined what the issue was and either corrected the issue or terminated the scene.

I let her lay there and stew for a few minutes while I got my floggers, crops and paddles lined up. Once ready I turned the egg vibrator on medium and pushed it deep in her cunt and lubed a medium sized plug with a mix of lube and ginger oil. I worked her ass with my lubed fingers to open her tight ass up a bit before working the plug into her ass. As soon as I did, she felt the ginger burn and tried to jerk up from the horse but was restrained by the chain to her nipple clamps hitting the bottom of the horse, stopping her upward motion and sending a painful jolt into her tightly clamped nipples. Also causing the first of what I anticipated would be many muffled squeals.

I started rubbing and spanking her ass and upper thighs, teasing close to her cunt without touching. My spanking got heavier and heavier until her ass was starting to color, and my hands were starting to sting.

I switched to the crop to save my hands. The crop doesn’t have much more energy than a hand spank but lands in about a fourth the area, leaving a definite sting and definite colored mark. I worked over her ass, hips and the backs of her thighs with the crop. I placed several hits square on the plug sending a shock straight into her ass. I could see her clenching at the plug, trying to relieve the burn from the ginger. She knows it that doesn’t help but it is the almost universal reaction to the irritant.

I switched to my medium flogger. It is sueded bull hide and leaves an impression. I gave her a respite landing the falls on her shoulders and back, a light thud sensation but she can’t relax too much because she knows what is next.

I stop and pull the panties out of her mouth and ask, “Do you have anything to tell me before I start hurting you?”

“No Sir, it is a secret.” Is her response. The panties seem to have lost their essence, so I shoved them up her cunt to soak up some of the juice that is pooling on the horse under her cunt.

I picked up the twin to the flogger I have been using and started Florentine flogging her ass. With two floggers moving the impact was almost continuous. I backed up just using the tips which gave a stinging sensation. Cheryl once more started to rise up until stopped by the nipple chain and clamps. I heard a pronounced moan.

I stopped once more and ask, “Do you have anything to tell me?” Once again, she told me “it is a secret.”

I pulled the now very wet panties out of her cunt and stuffed them back into her mouth and replaced the tape. I resumed Florentine flogging her ass this time making sure that about a fourth of the tails landed on her ass every stroke. This was much heavier and the impact was thudy instead of stinging and each stroke was actually hitting her ass fairly hard. It could and would cause significant bruising.

As I started to see signs of that bruising, I dropped my floggers on the table. I rolled a double rubber on my cock, lubed it, pulled the plug out of her ass and popped the crown of my cock past her ring in one slow push. The double rubber protected my sensitive cock from the ginger oil coating the entry to her ass.

I gave her a moment to adjust to my cock and slowly sank into the depths of her ass until my hips hit her bruised butt. I started to slowly fuck her ass, with long slow strokes, back until the crown of my cock was pushing on her anal ring, and then deep until my hips again hit her butt. I could feel the vibrator that was buzzing in her cunt through the thin membrane separating the two channels as the sensitive bottom of my cock rubs over it. She was moaning with each stroke. I started to pick up the pace, going progressively faster. and slamming into her bruised butt harder and harder.

Cheryl was getting a real mixed message from her ass and butt. The ginger was still burning, my hips slamming into her bruised butt hurt, but all of the nerve endings in her ass were being stimulated with every stroke of my cock.

I felt Cheryl whole body tense and orgasms escort beyoğlu start rippling through her cunt, teasing my buried cock and sending me over the edge too. Pulse after pulse seized my cock as it emptied into her ass. I slapped her ass, and I heard the bell hit the floor. I kept stroking in her ass before withdrawing and pushing the plug back in.

I stripped the rubber off my cock and squeezed as much of the cum inside onto my cock. I pulled the panties out of Cheryl’s mouth, did a quick OK check, then gave her my cock to clean. Even after she licked and sucked it clean, I left it in her mouth to suckle as her subspace faded.

I removed my cock and squatted down til we are face to face. “What did you want to tell me.?”

She sighed, “I didn’t tell you this, but they still want you to lead the project and are putting together a package you can’t refuse. Lots of incentives and an experienced co-leader in response to your stated reason for refusing. The CEO is going to make the offer to you personally. Act surprised.”

“Ok, I guess I’m leading the project, I promise to act surprised and honored. Now do you want me to beat your ass some more, I haven’t used the paddles yet, or since you have been a good girl would you prefer something else.”

Without hesitation she said, “I want this ginger out of my ass, and I want you to fuck me.”

I stuffed her panties back in her mouth and released the clover clamps from her nipples. Fortunately, my neighbors aren’t around during the day because the panties did a poor job of muffling the resulting screams. I released her cuffs from the horse and helped her off the horse onto her hands and knees, before taking her leash and leading her into the bathroom.

Two Castile soap enemas later she said, “My ass still tingles, but is no longer burning at least not that I can tell over the still burning pain in my butt.”

I took her leash and led her to bed. I laid her on her back, hooked her knees up till they were resting on her tits and fucked her cunt as hard as I had her ass. She came repeatedly, I lasted through several of her orgasms before finally emptying all I had left into her cunt.

We laid there together. She kept thanking me and telling me how much she had needed both the beating and the hard fuck, though she said she wasn’t as sure that she had needed having her ass set on fire and then fucked. I told her it was all part of the package.

Cheryl was sucking my cock, trying to bring it back to life when the front door opened and closed and Jade said “I’m home.” Cheryl started to jump up out of bed, but I held her head on my cock.

“Who is this?” Jade asked.

“Someone I work with. Now strip, I have a cleaning job for you.” I replied.

I guess when you don’t wear underwear it doesn’t take long to strip. It seemed almost immediately a naked Jade was kissing me. I let Cheryl off my cock. “Cheryl this is Jade, Jade this is Cheryl. Jade, I made a mess in her cunt, please clean it up for me.”

Jade moved quickly between a shocked Cheryl’s legs and started licking and sucking Cheryl’s cunt.

I held Cheryl and explained, “Jade is my live in maid and submissive.”

Cheryl nodded but obviously was riding whatever Jade was doing down in her cunt. Mai had taught Jade how to deepthroat, and I’m now guessing how to please a woman too. Cheryl suddenly went rigid and clasped her thighs together trapping Jade against her cunt and gave a full body shiver. She released Jade from the vice of her thighs and pulled her wet face up for a hug and a deep kiss as Jade shared the cum and juices from Cheryl’s cunt with her.

Jade rolled across me to lay her head on my other shoulder. I turned to Jade and told her, “I have a problem. Cheryl got me ready for another fuck, and then you wore her out. What are we going to do with this hard on that Cheryl gave me?”

Jade giggled and immediately moved to impale herself on my cock. I watched it slowly disappear into her cunt as she lowered herself onto me. I kissed Cheryl and held her as we both watched Jade put on a show, rocking and rolling her hips and bouncing up and down on my cock. Once she had her balance her hands went to her tits and started pulling and twisting her nipples. I reached over and started to do the same with Cheryl’s still bruised nipples and was rewarded with a moan in my ear.

I felt Jade’s cunt spasm on my cock and watcher her eyes roll back and her whole body go rigid and then shake. She collapsed on top of me, my cock still buried deep in her cunt. She tried to make me cum working her kegels, and moving her hips, but my balls had nothing left to give.

Cheryl took her head and kissed her. Jade slipped off my cock went down and cleaned me then moved back up and I watched Jade and Cheryl trade tongues, before settling to rest their heads on my shoulders.

Cheryl finally said, “This is wonderful and what I needed, but I really do have to leave.”

I kissed her escort esenler and told her, “I’m taking you to the club on Wednesday, send me your address and I’m picking you up at 8:00.”

“Yes, Sir.” Was her response as she headed to the bathroom to retrieve her clothes and get dressed. Jade and I met her naked at the door for another round of kisses, gropes and goodbye’s. My final word, “Don’t forget Wednesday.”

As soon as Cheryl was gone, Jade turned to me and asked, “So, we go shopping now.”

I answered, “Yes as soon as we get dressed and I put the large plug in your ass.”

We were going back to the BDSM club Wednesday night, and I had promised Harold the club tattoo artist that he could borrow Jade for a while so he could parade her around the dungeon showing of the beautiful work he had done tattooing Jade’s mons, marking her as mine.

I put on my usual khaki pants and Hawaiian shirt. Jade had on a very short dress, in what I believe they call “body conscious”. Whatever it showed off every curve and even the rings through her erect nipples. With her four inch heels it really showed off her legs.

Jade handed me the medium butt plug and bent over the bed and raised the skirt the few inches necessary to bare her ass. I smacked it hard and asked her, “Is this the plug I told you to wear tonight?”

“No Sir, but please.” Jade begged.

“I will give you a choice, the plug I told you to wear, or you can wear this one with a bit of ginger oil, burning your ass all night. Your choice.” I responded.

Jade jumped up immediately grabbed the plug out of my hand got the large plug, handed it to me, bent back over the bed, reached back and spread her butt cheeks. I lubed the plug and used a couple of lubed fingers to relax her ring before working the plug into her ass. She squealed when the largest part passed through her ring, before her ass sucked it into place. I put a matching handprint on her other butt cheek.

“What was that for? Jade asked.

“Symmetry” I responded.

We went to a lingerie store run by John, an acquaintance from the club. He greeted me with a hug as we walked in and asked what we were looking for. I explained that Harold had done a very nice tattoo on Jade and I promised that he could show her off this week. So, I need something to frame the artwork.

“Ok, I understand, what and where is this artwork?” he asked.

Without hesitation and without being asked, Jade lifted her skirt up to her chin, revealing the elaborate multicolor script “Master’s Jade” on her bare mons. John took a long steady look before turning to me, and saying, “Harold does nice work, but I don’t think he has ever had a more beautiful canvas to work with. What did you have in mind.”

I told him, “I was thinking a longline corset and perhaps a pair of patterned suspender hose. But I’m open for alternatives.”

He immediately replied, “I think I have just the thing.”

He took us over to a rack that had several beautiful corsets. One immediately caught my eye; it was red with gold figures. John grabbed a half cup one and I sent Jade to the dressing room with it and John sent one of his female clerks along to help her. Several minutes later Jade came out of the dressing room, trying to get my attention without being seen. I waved her over to a raised platform that the shop uses for an occasional fashion show. Jade was trying to use her arms to cover her tits and cunt, but I shook my head, and she dropped them to her side.

The corset was just what I wanted. The half cups really showed off Jade’s naked tits. The bottom ended at her hips, highlighting the tattoo and her ass. John had her keep turning around to show the front and the back, then had her bend forward both facing us and with her back to us. Bending forward really showed off her tits to the crowd that included everyone who had been in the store. Bending when facing away from us, not only showed off her ass, but the hilt of the large plug that was in her ass.

While Jade was still on display on the stage, John showed me how to unlace and then lace up the corset. Jade got impatient and started to fidget, but a loud smack that echoed throughout the store brought a stop to that. We made Jade walk over with us to look at the suspender hose. We found a red pair with gold accents that went perfect with the corset. We finally released Jade back to the dressing room to change back into her dress.

Jade brought the corset out to me as I was paying at the counter and whined, “That was embarrassing.” I lifted her skirt and ran two fingers through her soaked labia and held them up for her to see.

“Yes, but you loved it.” I replied giving her the wet fingers to lick and suck clean right in front of John and the salesclerk.

Once back home I was frankly fucked out. I dug out my largest suction cup base dildo and watched Jade work it until she finally managed to mount it. I started working on a management plan for the project while encouraging Jade to fuck the biggest thing she had ever had in her cunt. It took a while but when she finally came, she went on forever before finally getting her cunt back under control. It did its job, I heard nothing more from Jade about needing me to fuck her that night as she cuddled against me in bed.

Slowly awakening and with a foggy mind, heavy black curtains right in front of her eyes. Mouth agape and heart running, Liz tried to make sense of where she was. Propping on her elbows, scanned the room for something familiar, and finally, she recalled last night’s events with Paul.

“Oh my god, the pet weekend,” heart beating even harder on her chest.

Taking the cell phone, finger dragging down the screen to show the current time, it was already past 9 am, Saturday, and they had not started yet “her pet weekend.” Well, they certainly enjoyed the best “vanilla” sex ever, so it would not be fair to ignore Friday night as being part of it. Even so, she knew Paul enough to realize that he refrained from doing all the pervert things he would love to do to her.

A chill went through her spine, nipples taunting. Liz was afraid. Anxious. Craving for finding out what he had stored for her. Yet, she was frightened. That strange feeling compelling her to do things her mind obviously would never allow her to.

“He is not even in the room, and I can feel my pussy getting wet,” she admonished herself like an old religious woman would. Not precisely with this choice of words, of course.

Walking towards the en suite, she could feel the need on her bladder and a musky scent on her. She decided to use the bathroom and take a thorough shower after. Who knows which part of her body he would be touching. She bit her lips, thinking silently to herself, “Which part of her body would be abused.”

What was happening to her? She had never been a prude. But her choices of words had been way too sluttish. Something inside her wanted desperately to surface. Something she did not even know that ever existed.

Paul awoke one hour before Liz. He had already made them coffee and prepared the table for their breakfast. It was impossible not to feel a bit anxious as he watched the clock “dangerously” showing almost 10 o`clock. He wanted to make every minute of the weekend special. Paul sighed annoyed.

The sound of naked feet behind him brought his attention to the door. Liz was coming his way smiling awkwardly as if not sure if she should act as a “pet”, a “slave” or just be herself. She had a towel wrapped sideways on her torso and another twisted around her hair.

“Sorry… I am not sure what I should do. What to wear and, well, actually I do not even know where my clothes are and…” she was babbling continuously feeling lost.

He stood up, smiling and feeling happy for finally seeing her awake and ready to start the day. A warm feeling of tenderness changing into a hotter need for holding her still. His right hand searched for her hair but stopped firmly behind the slender neck. His body pinned one of her arms between their bodies and the other was grabbed firmly and gently twisted behind Liz`s back. Paul kissed her, smashing their lips together and making her stop mid-sentence.

It was impossible to move. Both arms pinned and having her body pulled hard against his. All that she did was open her mouth and let herself be manhandled. Liz topkapı escort stopped making choices, gladly giving in to Paul`s demands. She felt relieved, all those doubts about how she should act were gone.

They broke the kiss and Paul looked straight in her eyes: “First, let`s lose those damn towels, and second, you will stay quiet.”

Taking one step back and releasing her arms, he unwrapped the towel on her body and threw it away. He kept his eyes on her face, gauging any change of expression, any movement she made.

She avoided his eyes and followed the towel flying fast and landing on the ground, missing the back of the sofa. It took her a few seconds to understand that he wanted her to remove the other towel twisted around her hair. For some reason, she looked at him as if asking permission to move. Seeing his eyes on the towel, she began untwisting it and finally held it down as her arms draped on each side of her body.

The beautiful red hair looked a bit darker, still damp and curly. Paul took his time admiring her submissiveness. Others would gaze at Liz`s beautiful assets. The firm breasts, the slim waist right above the generous hips, the toned legs. Not him, he loved seeing her so submissive. He was letting himself free at last. Letting lose a strange need to overcome her will, not by force but by making her desire it.

Catching a cushion on the sofa, he thew it on the ground and commanded, “come!”

Liz kneeled on top of the cushion, both knees tight and her legs pressing her thighs together causing her pussy to tingle. She was anxious, fearing, and wanting more. Her eyes glued on his trying to read if she should go ahead and unbuckle him or just wait for his next move.

Getting right in front of her face, Paul unbuckled and bunched his pants on the ground. Stroking his cock along the shaft he pressed his balls on her chin.

“No!” he commanded when Liz started moving her hands to his cock. Paul wanted to manhandle her body as if she was a fuck toy.

Looking up for his eyes all she could see was his balls and cock. Liz opened her mouth slightly and let her tongue out. She did not move or suck his balls. All she did was offer her tongue and let him play with her face.

Closing his eyes he smeared his balls around her nose and mouth, feeling the softness of her tongue he moaned with pleasure. While his hips pressed her backward, Liz kept a steady position forcing her body to stay still and pushing her face against his balls.

After enjoying himself enough, Paul looked down and still stroking his shaft he aimed the head of his cock on Liz`s half-open lips. Sliding it to the back of her mouth, he moved slowly, feeling every inch of it being engulfed by the warm softness of her cheeks. The rough but soft surface of Liz`s tongue massaging along his length.

Moving his hips back and then once again forward he kept a slow-motion rhythm. He marveled watching his length disappearing in her mouth while looking her in the eyes. Liz kept looking at him with those doe eyes şişli escort that seemed to beg for more commands. She was not accepting his manhandling. She needed more. She needed to be his toy.

Minutes had gone by. The cock being embraced by the soft cheks and tongue.

More and more saliva kept drooling from her abused mouth. Her breasts and neck were damp. When Paul took his cock out of her mouth for an instant she looked down mesmerized by the amount of drool on her body.

One hand firmly grasped her hair and forced her up. The sting of pain made her hold with both hands on his arm while lifting herself on one knee. She whimpered and stood up, looking at him without understanding what she had done wrong.

Liz tried to look straight into his eyes but his hand twisting her hair slowly turned her face until their eyes met. Paul was not mad. All she could see on his facial expression was desire. An animalistic way of desire. She loved it.

Pulling her backward by the hair, Liz felt her back being pushed against something. Paul turned her around and pushed her hair down arching her body over the back of the sofa. Letting her hair loose he used his foot to open her legs wide apart.

Both arms searched for someplace to steady her body. She managed to find some balance straightening and reaching for the seat of the sofa. A loud moan escaped her mouth as two fingers invaded her wet pussy from behind. Another finger joined stretching her pussy and then all three were removed.

It was hard for her to breathe in that awkward position, and her auburn damp hair falling all around her head was not helping at all.

Those fingers were now pressing her puckered rear hole but not going in. Paul was just teasing her, keeping the pressure on her ass without invading her tight hole.

“Please not there, I need you in my pussy so bad,” Liz almost said that aloud.

Paul used both hands to pull her ass cheeks apart and positioned Liz a bit further back from the sofa, preparing her for his next moves.

Liz waited anxiously but nothing happened. He was humiliating her by keeping her ass wide open for him. She needed him inside her pussy. She was so wet and hot. Her orgasm would probably come fast if he just fucked her now. Liz turned her face to beg for him to fuck her but all she saw was the back of the sofa. Panting heavily she waited in agony.

Right hand on his cock, he guided it to her slit, teasing her. Moving forward towards her clit and then back to their pussy hole. Then he pressed it harder almost entering her pussy. She was so ready, hot and slippery. It was not time yet. Once again towards the clit and back again pressing the tip of his cock head on her love hole.

Damn, he was teasing her. She felt herself gasping and moving her hips backward trying to push him in. Strong hands pushing her ass cheeks apart kept her from succeeding.

“Fuck me, please.” She half-whispered, half moaned.

The tip of the cock slowly pressed harder against her pussy hole. The head going in and then bayrampaşa escort back out, once again moving along her slit, teasing her over the edge.

“Please!” Liz started to wiggle her head desperately.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, please fuck my pussy!” Liz said with a trembling voice.

“You can do better than that.”

“Fuck me! Fuck me!’ Liz yelled.

The head of his cock plunged inside her pussy as deep as it would. Liz`s voice choked on her throat as a wave of pleasure spread all over. Legs started to tremble from the effort of supporting her body being so spread wide apart. Her arms trembled even more as the mixture of sensations overwhelmed her.

It was too hard to breathe. The awkward position, her hair around her face, and all those overwhelming feelings made her gasp for air. She was desperately trying to breathe.

Paul slipped both arms along her body and grabbed her breasts. Smashing them against his hands he lifted her torso backward.

Finally, she was able to push her head back making most of her hair fall on her shoulders. Liz inhaled deeply and now the despair was gone. She found herself pushing her hips hard against his body and forcing his cock even deeper.

Wiggling her ass against him, she felt his cock spread the inner walls of her pussy. Then Paul started to bring his cock almost out of her pussy and thrust back deep again with all his strength. Liz started pushing back violently trying to keep the pace but soon she melted and lost all strength in her body.

The trembling legs ceased to keep hold of her weight, her torso fell forward and arms wobbled. She started cumming and Paul had to open his legs wider and push her back steading both his body and Liz`s body. She felt like a rag doll on his embrace.

Paul was far from cumming. He kept thrusting hard and used his hands on Liz`s breasts to push her body against his. As he felt Liz`s coming back from her orgasm he started to move slower and slower. When she finally opened her eyes again, twisting her head trying to look him in the eyes, Paul removed his cock and twisted her around.

He wanted to watch her delighted expression. The body still too weak to keep her steady. He embraced her with palms wide against her back. She kept looking at him, almost as if half awake and half out of this world. A beautiful smile on her face.

“Good girl. I have just abused almost every part of your body and you still smile to me.” Paul whispered.

Liz opened her mouth trying to say something, but all she managed to do was smile and open her eyes a bit more, looking for his gaze.

That beautiful look on her face. So submissive and yet so powerful. He was mesmerized by her smile. By the way, her body melted on his embrace. By all the things they had just done and she loved every moment. Every fear and pleasure. Every command he gave her.

Paul did not cum. The Saturday morning was almost over but they had plenty of time. He was not looking for that kind of pleasure. What he wanted was the pleasure of dominating Liz and making her beg for more.

It was a good start for the “pet weekend”, a bit too vanilla but still perfect.

Taking her on his arms he went to the front of the sofa and sat down with Liz on his lap, sideways, embracing his neck. He just kissed her tenderly.

“That is my good girl.”

He had imagined her this way from the moment he had read her first story. Michael stood in the open door way of the dimly lit room and watched her a minute longer. She had done exactly as he had ordered her to do. Naked, except for a black studded collar, black six inch heels and a blindfold, she stood in the center of the room. In her hands she held the restraints he had left for her to wear.

From the second he heard her breathy voice, he wanted her beneath him, moaning his name in pleasure, crying out her release. And from the moment he laid eyes on her picture, his mind had been in overdrive, imaging all the ways she could please him and he could please her. She was 5’9″ without the heels, long dark hair and pink, full lips. Her eyes were a bright green. Her body was solid with full breasts and long nipples. Her hips flared out and she had a firm ass. And, he knew, a shaved cunt.

He entered and quietly closed the door behind him. The soft click echoed in the room. He watched her stiffen but other wise she didn’t move. He moved closer. In his hand he held a black crop. Lifting it, he trailed the leather down her back, to her ass cheeks, spanking one casually. Her hiss filled the air.

“You didn’t put on the restraints.”

“I need help Michael.” She said, holding out her hands.

He noticed then that one was fastened.

“Hold this.” He said, placing the crop in her small hand. He then turned her around and fastened her arms behind her.

Her breasts were thrust out, her nipples hard and dark. With the crop, he circled each one, watching her shudder.

“Do you like that?”

“If it pleases you Michael.”

“Hmmmmmm….” He answered, slowly letting the crop slide down her stomach.

Michael drew it over her hip and down her thigh to her knee, then along the smooth flesh of her inner thigh toward her pussy, but stopped inches away. He then touched it to her other thigh, using light taps to have her spread her legs wider, until she almost lost her balance. Then once again, he trailed it back to her glistening pussy.

He saw her muscles tighten. Her legs stiffen as he ran the soft leather over her wet pussy lips, coating it, massaging her. She arched toward it and he pulled it away.

“So anxious.” He said softly, lifting the crop to her nose and letting her smell herself on it.

“Mmmmmm, let’s see how you taste.” Michael brought the crop to his lips and licked it. “Delicious.”

Again he placed the crop between her pussy lips and rubbed. He saw her body tense and arch. She wouldn’t cum unless she asked permission. He rubbed harder, pressing the leather against her clit. Michael watched her bite her lip to keep from crying out. When her body mecidiyeköy escort started to tremble and she opened her mouth to ask, he pulled the crop away.

“Not yet, my pet. I have other plans for you.” He said softly, dragging the crop along the inside of her thigh, around her hip and to her ass. Lightly he caressed the firm flesh.

SMACK! He cracked it sharply against her ass and watched her jump.

“Before the night is over Rebecca, you will experience orgasms like you never could imagine. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes Michael.”

He removed his clothes quickly, draping them over a nearby chair and then moved to stand behind her, towering above her. He bent his head and licked her ear. A small moan escaped her. Michael smiled. He knew how much she loved that. He knew lots of things about her. They had talked for several months before deciding to meet. With every conversation, he knew she was the one. The one woman who would accept what he had to offer and not judge him.

Michael pressed his naked body against hers. He delighted in the softness of her flesh against his. He rubbed his cock between her ass cheeks. He felt a shudder run through her body. He reached around and fondled her generous breasts, his fingers plucking at her hard nipples. When she moaned, he pinched and pulled them, squeezing them between his thumb and forefinger. Her body shuddered.

“Do you know how many times I have fantasized about fucking your ass?” He asked against her ear.

She shook her head, sending her silky, dark hair sliding over his chest.

“Thousands of times.” He provided, his voice husky. “There are so many things I want to do to you. Should I tell you all of them?”

She nodded her head.

“Or maybe I should show you?”

Before she could answer, Michael went to his knees behind her. He kissed the flower tatoo in the middle of her back. He stuck his tongue out and traced each petal before sliding it down her spine to the indent at the top of her ass. With a hand on the middle of her back, he pushed her forward, jutting her ass out to him.

“Such a perfect ass.” He said, his hands kneading the soft flesh.

For several minutes he just played with her. Lifting and squeezing. Kissing and nibbling. He pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her pink asshole. He blew his hot breath against it and heard her hiss.

Michael had wanted to do that forever. Sticking out his tongue again, he gave a long lick over her hole, delighting in the smell of her arousal.

“Did you like that, my pet?”

“Yes.” She hissed.

He knew anal sex was new to her. She had told him she wanted him to be her first. Keeping her flesh beşiktaş eskort parted, Michael took his time rimming her tight hole. He feasted on her, enjoying the sounds she made, echoing with his own.

“I could fuck your ass right now and you would love it, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes Michael.” She answered, pressing her ass back against him.

Michael took his time, licking the insides of her thighs, coming close but not yet touching her dripping cunt. He teased her asshole with his tongue before pressing it deep inside her. Her intake of breath was sharp. He took his time, tongue fucking her tight ass. He wanted her desparate for his hard cock.

Michael gave her one last lick then stood up. He had other plans for her first. He moved before her. He put his arms around her and released her arms from the restraints but left the blindfold on, then led her to the bed.

“Get on the bed. Arms above your head and legs open.”

Awkwardly, Rebecca did as he told her. Once settled, Michael climbed on the bed and situated himself between her spread thighs. He breathed heavily on her glistening, bare cunt.

“Remember what I told you about eating pussy?”

Rebecca nodded.

“Good. I have wanted to taste you for such a long time, my pet. I want to her you purr.”

Michael used his thumbs to spread her cunt lips wide. She was so wet and pink. With just the tip of his tongue, he touched her clit sending her hips shooting off the bed. Sliding his hands under and around her hips, he pressed her back down to the bed. With his broad shoulders, he kept her legs wide as he leisurely licked her lips and teased her clit.

“MMMmmmmm…you taste delicious. Just like I knew you would.” He said, his voice vibrating on her swollen clit.

Michael took his time learning her pussy. He speared his tongue in and out of her pussy. With his lips, he sucked out her juices, holding them on his tongue before swallowing. He feasted on her cunt like a starving man. His teeth nibbled her clit, his tongue lapped at her weeping hole.

“Michael…” She panted.

“Yes my pet?”

“I need to cum.”

“Beg me Rebecca. Beg me to let you cum.”

“Oh God, please. Please Michael, please let me cum. Please.” She begged, her hips bucking against his mouth as he continued his sweet torment.

“Yes Rebecca, come for me baby.” He granted, his mouth covering her cunt and his tongue, teeth and lips working on her.

Rebecca cried out and lifted her hips off the bed. Michael grabbed her and held her tight against his mouth as she flooded it with her tangy pussy juice. Breathing heavy, her body sank slowly back to the bed. Michael released her and slowly climbed fulya eskort over her.

“Did you enjoy that Rebecca?”

“Yes Michael.”

“Do you want my cock?”

“Yes Michael.”

“Where would you like it?”

“In my cunt Michael.”

Michael settled himself between her thighs and with one deep thrust, impaled her. Rebecca gasped as he filled her. Her legs locked around his waist and she held him against her.

“How does that feel?

“Very good Michael.” She said, her voice low and drawn out.

Michael reached up and removed her blindfold. She had the greenest eyes he had ever seen. Her lips parted as she looked up at him and Michael bent his head and covered her mouth with his, letting her taste her juice on his mouth.

With his hands on either side of her head, Michael started to move inside her. He parted his knees and slowly fucked her. He kissed her long and deep, thrusting against her tongue as his cock thrust inside her. Rebecca moaned and wiggled beneath him, lifting her hips against his thrusts. He trailed kisses across her jaw to her ear and down her neck, nibbling and kissing, causing goosebumps to rise on her heated flesh.

“Fuck Rebecca, you feel so good wrapped around my cock.” Michael growled, pumping his hips faster.

He nuzzled his head between her tits, latching onto a hard nipple and sucking it greedily into his mouth while his fingers found the other and twisted. Rebecca moaned and arched into his hungry mouth.

Michael fucked her hard and deep. He wanted to cum deep inside her. Her wanted to feel her pussy spasm on his cock. Reaching one hand down between their bodies, he found her clit and pulled it, milking it.

“Yes! Michael!” Rebecca cried beneath him, bucking her hips.

“That’s it Rebecca, come for me girl! Come for me!” Michael encouraged, his teeth biting down hard on her nipple as he pulled harder on her clit.

“YESSS!!!!” Rebecca exploded beneath him, her legs tightening around his waist, her pussy clenched on his hard cock, still thrusting deep within her.

“Yes Rebecca! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Michael pumped furiously inside her gushing pussy, his cock jerking as he squirted his spermless cum deep inside her.

His hands grabbed her hips and held her tight against him as his body shuddered and he emptied his balls. His face buried in her neck, his body covered her until he recovered his breath. He pulled back and looked down at her.

“You are something else Rebecca.”

“Something good, I hope.”

“Oh, very good.” He said and laughed.

Michael rolled away and pulled her up against him. She was more than he expected her to be. He knew she would be erotic and fun. But she was also sensual and honest in her feelings. Her hand was on his chest, drawing lazy circles and her foot rubbed up and down his calf. He could feel his cock growing hard again.

He lifted his head and looked down at her.

“Now Rebecca, let’s see how talented you are with your mouth”…….

This correspondence happened over a year ago, after I wrote Online slave training instructions No.1. Only minor changes were made.

At times it felt surreal, a crazy fantasy, and the next moment reality added meaning and intensity that no fiction could ever have. This story is our story.

**************

Chapter 1 – Guinea Pig

SENT: Monday, 08. November at 09:07 PM

FROM: Emily

TO: Curator

SUBJECT: Feedback for

I really, really enjoyed your story! Thank you for sharing, Master. Much more so than any other I’ve seen on here. I came really hard, and I kept cumming, so thank you for allowing that at the end, Sir. Please continue to post instructions – or just send some along. I’m interested in continuing to learn from you, Master.

SENT: Wednesday, 11. November at 4:28 PM

FROM: Curator

TO: Emily

SUBJECT: Re: Feedback for

Emily,

Good to hear that you enjoyed it and learned how to addressed me properly. I’ll give you more instructions to train your endurance and enhance your passion for submission. You will be my little guinea pig for trying out further instructions, if you feel up to it.

But be warned, count on terrible spelling/grammar mistakes or imprecise instructions since I am not a native English speaker. It might be painful and frustrating, especially since I want you to help me improve my English. In the end others may go through an edited version of your training without having to carry out the obscure descriptions on where to place limbs, and what to do with particular orifices in certain positions.

In case you are laughing right now, I will have to punish you for disrespect. In case you didn’t find this at least mildly amusing, even worse! You will be punished to make up for failing to appreciate my sense of humor. If you are now confused, which I believe would only be reasonable, feel free to ask questions.

In any case, I require you to write me a 500-word essay begging and illustrating why you want to be trained by me. Consider it an application, though not a formal one.

All the best wishes to you, little slut,

Curator

SENT: Wednesday, 11. November at 4:45 PM

FROM: Emily

TO: Curator

SUBJECT: application

Hello Sir!

Thank you for your response! I’d enjoy being your guinea pig, Master. I want to learn and you seem to be able to teach. English is my native language and I studied it at university so I am happy to help edit. I wouldn’t have guessed that it wasn’t your first language from your story, that is very impressive, Sir. At any rate I don’t have enough of any other language to write in it, although I did study German enough to recognize it when I see it. Guten Tag, Master!

Reading the part about being tortured by bad spelling didn’t make me laugh, but I smiled. Unfortunately, a 500-word essay will have to wait until I get home from work and I wanted to say hi first. I will work on the application immediately after dinner, Master. You know my name, may I know yours, Sir?

Have a good day Master,

Emily (aka little slut)

SENT: Wednesday, 11. November at 5:45 PM

FROM: Curator

TO: Emily

SUBJECT: Re: application

Emily,

Yes, you may know mine. I’m Lukas, but I would prefer you call me either Master (Lukas) or Curator. I’ve written a couple of BDSM short stories in German and sold them online, but they are nothing exceptional to be honest. Nevertheless, because of the positive feedback on Literotica I intend to write a follow up to the instructions you liked so much. Hopefully I will have a reasonably good draft on Sunday, but in the meantime I look forward reading your essay and toying with you. Maybe include your experiences and fantasies in the essay. You may exceed the 500-word requirement, and most importantly, take the time you need to reply.

Out of curiosity, how many times did you cum reading the story?

Best Regards,

Curator

SENT: Wednesday, 11. November at 6:29 PM

FROM: Emily

TO: Curator

SUBJECT: Re:Re: application

Master Lukas,

Thank you for sharing. I wanted to know, not so I could address you by name, but to make this feel a little more real. Like I’m talking to a person, not a computer, if that makes sense, Master. My dream job was to be a curator at the Vatican museum, so that nickname seems a little odd as a title, but I will use it for you.

I’ll include some fantasies but my experiences are all pretty tame, there’s not much to tell there, Sir. The essay will never be sent if you tell me to take my time because I can be a bit of a perfectionist. But I’ll do my best, Master.

Hmm, how many times did I cum? Well, the first time I read it I came once. Then I kept thinking about it more as I was doing other things and after about an hour and a half I had to read it again, I followed all the instructions a little more closely that time , and came twice more.

I look forward to being toyed with, Curator!

Best,

Little güngören escort Slut Emily

SENT: Wednesday, 11. November at 8:51 PM

FROM: Emily

TO: Curator

SUBJECT: motivation letter

Good evening Master,

I finished the essay. Hopefully you like it, even if it isn’t perfect. I wasn’t sure what you wanted to hear, hopefully this is what you are looking for. This is more of a stream of consciousness. What I hope, and long for. Also please let me be your slut! (And I am serious about being all wet; I’m going to have to do something to take care of it soon). I’m hitting send now before I lose my nerve, lol.

Dear Master,

I am not sure I know how to “properly” beg, as begging is not something a proper woman should do. But we both know that I’m not exactly that . I can tell you that I want you to teach me and train me, I want it more than I can express in words. I can promise that I’ll learn quickly and always try my best. Although I won’t promise that won’t need to punish me (I’m kind of looking forward to that, in fact. And if you want a reason to punish me then I will happily give you one, Master). I want to find a man I can trust and respect enough to actually submit to and serve in a meaningful way. But first I need to learn how.

I crave the touch of a strong man, and I want, no, I need to be pushed and tested. I desire punishment. I’m not entirely sure why, but maybe because of two reasons – one of them is escape and the other, connection. Escape from my responsibilities at work and with my family and friends. Escape from the nagging voices inside my head, and the need to control everything so tightly I can’t breathe. Connection, because it takes a lot of trust and respect of my partner to make myself that vulnerable and to give up my control. I want to be the best I can be, but I need help to get there. I want to make everyone happy, but I don’t know how.

Being told how to make one person happy, and be able to actually do it, would be a huge relief to me. To perform something simple, do what I’m told and make someone else happy and make myself happy in the process. That is why I want this.

Also, because sex is great and orgasms are the best.

I want to be able to serve you, learn from you, be punished by you, even please you. Please, please let me do that, or at least try.

As for my experiences, I’ve had sex, but only vanilla. Outside of one partner giving me a few smacks on the ass before, nothing BDSM at all. But I’ve fantasized about it a lot, and for a long time. Just never known how to express that need, or explain it or talk about it all. Also, I’m very shy. I’m single now though, and mostly happy that way, but I do miss sex. 🙂

For fantasies, I’ve had a lot, and they vary. Being tied up, unable to reject or even squirm too much while my Master teases me and punishes me for being naughty. That one happens a lot.

I imagine being fucked hard, and long and deep.

First giving consent before anything happens, and then having no say once we start.

Being able to let go and be wholly in the moment.

Being taught how to please my Master, what makes him moan; how I can wrap my lips around his cock and make him sigh in pleasure.

Being naked and on my knees before my still fully dressed Master and just waiting for whatever he wants from me. And then having lots of hard, deep, passionate sex. 🙂

Being punished, being held responsible for my mistakes and shortcomings, and rewarded when I do well.

In conclusion, please, please, please times infinity, teach me and test me and push me and let me be your naughty little slut, Master!

Sincerely,

Little slut – Emily

P.S. I’m all wet from writing this and our communication earlier.

SENT: Thursday, 12. November at 4:59 AM

FROM: Curator

TO: Emily

SUBJECT: Re: motivation letter

Hi Emily,

My initial impulse was to respond in an assertive and authoritative manner. Though you make me considerably horny as well, first we have to set some things straight.

With any new potential partner, I have a very long talk on equal terms before engaging in any BDSM play. Your work and family should never be impaired by our interactions which have to be conducted in a safe, sane, and consensual way. What that means to me is that after giving me your consent, you have to obey within the scope of what you consented to. 😉

Toying with you and using you as a Dom is one thing, but limiting our relationship to only this kind of interaction is a No-Go for me.

I want to know more about you, apart from your submissive side, and I want you to share your thoughts and worries with me, not just play a role. I want to give you the space to fall into my care and guidance and let you feel free by submitting to me. I promise to always respect you, and I’ll have a high regard for you no matter how much I might degrade you as slave.

There zeytinburnu escort are things I will tell you as a Master, and things I will tell you as someone who wants to be your friend. I’d like to give you the same opportunity. So let’s separate speaking as Master/slave and friend in each email or message. The BDSM part of my email, where I require you to obey my commands and respond to me properly, will start below a line of *****, or the address Dear slave/slut etc. or both.

When you write to me the first part of your email will be completely free, space for you to tell me your limits and what issues I have to tend to. If you feel that you are unable to follow a command, you can explain why or ask for clarification either in the free part or in the slave section. To make it more interesting, this “vanilla writing section” in the beginning of your emails is restricted to 150 words. If you need more vanilla writing space, ask for it properly in the slave section.

Attached you find pictures of me from a shooting 2 years ago. I was at a rose garden with a junior photographer who had to make some portraits for a class, so I got the pictures for free. My dark blond short hair looks neither neat nor scruffy. I’m wearing my favourite black suit with the dark red tie and a white shirt. My surrounding is mostly in the dark, yet my suit is shining like a black gemstone. My eyes are green flecked with brown, and they gaze knowingly at the viewer. Somewhat grim, somewhat earnest, a little nonchalant I look into the camera, resting my arm on a low wall next to me.

By the way, are you willing to buy some basic equipment for your training? Tell me your thoughts about the rules of our interaction and how you feel about them. You can use postscripts to your emails for any omissions I’ve made, or to address strange wording so I can improve my style and general English writing. You don’t have to make a science out of it, even if you have a thing for grammar. Grammar is a slut that wants to be used in any comprehensible way, and grave errors should be the focus at the start. Advice on subtle nuances and some exercise in less formal expression we can tend to later. My English education was quite formal, which came at the expense of more conversational English and I lack practice talking in English about anything other than my studies.

****

Dear slut,

I would like you to call me Curator because in ancient Rome a curator was like a steward who took care of the possessions of patricians while they were away from their estate or for those who could or did not want to oversee their belongings themselves. He was the guard and protector of the property he was taking care of – including slaves. To the slaves, he was also their Master. That’s why I ask you to either call me Master or Curator, and why I chose the name in the first place. It reminds me that what is within my custody is only borrowed and has to be taken good care for, or I might lose it altogether.

Reading your emails and messages made me incredibly horny (I am unsure how much in graphic detail you want to hear about my throbbing cock wanting to fill your juicy pussy). In fact, reading how much you want to serve and please me has made me so horny that you have sparked fantasies on how to train you to become what we both desire. Your submissive side speaks to a need in me to control, and to be given control.

I am currently working in my hometown university as a student assistant for lectures in biochemistry. At the moment I have a ton of work in the lab – mostly report writing – and some social obligations. I like to spend my free time reading, doing sports, and on BDSM. I’ve actively dominated about a dozen of women with different degrees of intensity and each with different tastes in the last 3 years (not counting activities at play parties and events). To be frank, I am still learning and developing a desire to more extensively dominate women.

Now to your emails and essay:

Your essay was great, exactly what I was expecting and I appreciate you sharing your thoughts with me. When you are reading this email, and getting all wet again I want you not to come until I give you permission. Is that clear? No more touching until I say so. You will have to wait for the end of this email to get a chance again.

I like it when you tell me how horny you get by following my commands and thinking about how I will train you. As I already said, your obedience and sexual servitude speaks to something deeply rooted within me, and I feel an adrenaline rush and delightful arousal when I feel you submitting to me even if it is just on the internet. Funny how now that we have met, my distaste for online BDSM has vanished. I love reading BDSM stories and our conversation feels so intense – like having a prolonged session.

Now, to push you further and show you new ways of pleasure I require you to continue to share your thoughts and fantasies openly and honestly as fulya escort I assume you have done so far. I’ll make you forget the rest of the world while you are serving me. When you are at home I want you to undress and snuggle under the blankets of your bed. Then you are first to play with your breasts a little and then move slowly down and make circles around your pussy with your fingers before you play with it. I want to imagine you feel my hands playing with your pussy, steadily increasing your arousal. When you are nearing a climax, you will stop, and count to 30. Slowly. Start again, let me guide your hand towards an orgasm. Once you are nearing climax again, and are aching to come, Stop. Repeat once more.

Being teased and denied is part of becoming my slave. I want you to imagine asking me properly for permission to come and you promising to be a good little slut. If you asked sincerely and were pleading and followed through my commands diligently you may come. But before you start with my instructions there is no playing with your pussy and no release; Is that clear? And no more touching once you are done until I say so again. The next orgasm you will have to earn yourself. You may text me and beg if you are getting too horny though.

Sincerely,

Curator

SENT: Thursday, 12. November at 11:52 AM

FROM: Emily

TO: Curator

SUBJECT: more than BDSM

Hello Curator,

You have certainly given me a lot to think about, it’s a good thing I’m stuck at work for the next six hours – plenty of time to reflect. But also annoying, because I’m all horny and want to play and follow your instructions. Anyway, I did have some initial thoughts I wanted to share and have some down time right now.

I appreciate that we both have the same definition of consensual – that helps make me feel safer and a little calmer. Your explanation of the title Curator is adorable. I didn’t realize “curare” had a noun form and was a job/title though I took classical studies at college (Latin and Greek). When fantasizing, I have a safe word: “Serva Mei” for the Latin command “save me”. Well, I can be a bit of a nerd, but your explanation of your alias made me smile. And I like the connotation of the title. The translation to English means to govern, but also to care for. Anyway, that wasn’t what I was expecting and I liked it a lot.

A mere BDSM relationship would not work on my side either. I try to be a strong independent woman outside of the bedroom, and do want to have a relationship of equals in the other rooms and also want to grow a friendship with you.

I have a feeling that I am going to be more honest with you than most other people, since this is a side of me I try hard to hide. I promise I will never lie to a direct question. I’m not the best at offering information voluntarily that I am uncomfortable with, but I will do my best, Master.

Separating vanilla and BDSM sides is a good idea, although it will be an exercise in restraint to keep myself to less than 150 words! A good exercise in practicing my concise writing skills though. Please help me find the proper connotation a slave should use, especially since I’ve never written any such things and might miss the mark. Let me know how I can improve, Master, I am eager to learn.

You spoke of getting some equipment; Buying things is not an issue as long as you don’t want me to buy all at once. I’m a little tight on money at the moment due to travels.

You said you work at your hometown university? I currently work close to my hometown as well! I live in Washington, DC and work for a lobbying company. That keeps me busy! In my free time I love to read (My bookshelves are my most prized possessions). I volunteer with my old high school marching band and spend a lot of time with family and roommates. I have a big family that is growing a lot (weddings and births). In the pictures added you can see me from a few months ago. Everything else on my phone generally includes my family or roommates. I like your photo a lot – another thing that helps make this a little more real and tangible.

The rules feel fitting, nothing to add so far, but let’s amend the rules as we go, or at least discuss additions and changes?

I’m glad you liked the essay and I’m glad that it made you as horny to read as it made me to write. I did cum last night after. Sorry, sorry Master. But I won’t again without permission, promise. My roommates could interfere (well I have my own room but share the apartment with two other girls) so I’ll have to work on staying quiet when following your instructions Master.

I like it when you speak of your cock and what you want to do with it. SO very horny now and have to get back to work. This is going to be an interesting day. I look forward to following your instructions when I get home, Master.

Have a nice day!

Emily

SENT: Thursday, 12. November at 12:37 AM

FROM: Emily

TO: Curator

SUBJECT: instructions

Dear Master,

I am trying to think of anything but your instructions at the bottom of the email, and failing miserably. Maybe in the future if there is something you don’t want me to do until I’m at home then you could separate it with a line “don’t read until xxx time”? Although that might be worse because not knowing would drive me crazy! I guess I just need to work on my focus.

It is vacation time for Master and I and we always go to a cabin we timeshare with several other lifestyle couples, so a yearly schedule is planned out in advance for extended vacation times and the occasional weekends and holidays, once a year several if not all of the couples sharing ownership of the property have a get together for an extended weekend. For the next month and a half it is ours to go and relax and enjoy the surrounding woods, private pool and hot tub.

The cabin sits nestled in amongst a group of trees, on a private piece of property that is gated and fenced, we have 30 total acres to roam around, explore and the best part is the ability to play outdoors in total security. There is a small historical town nearby where we can go to shop for supplies or have dinner out, go shopping or just enjoy the small town atmosphere.

When the land was bought the other couples and we pooled our funds together and then we each helped to design the 4-bedroom cabin and it’s splendid amenities. Since we are all lifestyle couples we were all in agreement to adding one of the nicest playrooms or as some call it, a dungeon room. Each couple of course brings their own personal floggers and other toys but items such as rings in the walls and ceiling for suspension use, a St. Andrews cross, and various other bondage furniture are permanent features.

I started packing for the trip several days in advance and on the night before we are to leave Master helps to load our SUV before going to bed and then we awake early, making sure we have the house secured and all appliances unplugged, mail stopped and the newspaper on hold, we go down the check list and then head out for a wonderfully decadent six weeks.

Usually we stop and have a delicious breakfast in the restaurant of this little rustic Inn located in another small town we pass through on our way to the cabin. We spend an hour or so walking along the quaint little streets and we do a little shopping at a few of the tiny shops where we purchase a few homemade goods such as jams and jellies, bread and other delicious little treats, and once Master bought me the prettiest vintage tablecloth I have ever seen, it is white linen with hand crotched lace and embroidered with small delicate pink and yellow roses. We don’t really rush because we know its vacation time, but yet we also don’t spend too much time because we are usually pretty anxious to get there unpack and relax.

Once we arrive to the cabin we unload the car and unpack the clothing and supplies we brought with us, Master always handles the packing and unpacking of any and all toys and equipment He has chosen and puts it away in the playroom. I would love to help with this of course, but sometimes He likes to purchase or make something new for us that He likes to surprise me with, so He’s rule is He handles that part of the work. So while I am unpacking and putting away food supplies in the kitchen He unpacks and puts away the toys and equipment He chose for our vacation.

By the time we have each finished our unpacking chores it is around one o’clock in the afternoon. We have lunch and then we strip and dive into the pool for a nice swim. The care of the pool will now be our responsibility and the couple that was hired to care for it and who gets the cabin ready before we or one of the other couples arrive will no longer be coming out, this is to insure the privacy of whoever’s turn it is to stay there.

When Master and I first started having vacations or long weekends away here, it was hard for me to get used to walking around nude all day, I was never one that was very comfortable with my body, but Master sometimes insists that I remain naked and ready on certain days. At first, I cried and felt ashamed to walk around like that, always wanting to cover myself with anything, including my own hands. It got so bad once that Master had to sit me down to talk, and after a long day of exploring my past we finally got to the root of the problem.

The problem isn’t a new one and many people deal with the same issue, it is age-old, the one of upbringing from a parent who makes one ashamed of their own body. But for me it was a double issue, it was not just my mother who made me feel self-conscience it was also my ex-husband who had berated me for years. I do much better now with remaining nude but I still have some days where I struggle a little, however, Master knows how to handle that though, and does so quite efficiently. This cabin and the times Master and I have spent here means so much to me, not because of some of the scenes we have shared here, but for the times such as this, time where we worked on issues that was holding me back from being all He wants for me to be.

Our first day at the cabin was well under way, everything was put away, lunch had been eaten and cleaned up, now our clothes laid in a pile and we were relaxing nude in the sun with droplet’s of water still dancing on our skin from our escort bahçelievler swim. The sun felt warm and we were both already becoming so relaxed that I noticed we were breathing easier; the magic of the cabin had begun.

“Pet.” Master broke the silence of the country air.

“Yes, Sir?”

“I think we better go inside soon or we will be burnt to a crisp or at the very least, put on some sunscreen.”

I smiled and agreed, “Would You like a cold beer or soda?”

We both started to stand, Master bent down and picked up our discarded clothing and said, “Yes, love, a cold soda sounds really good. Why don’t you go fix us each one and then meet Me back here, I’ll go get the sunscreen so we don’t burn.”

In the kitchen I got out two tall glasses filled them with ice and soda, placed them on a tray, carried it out to the deck but Master had not returned yet with the sunscreen. I stepped back into the doorway and just as I was about to call out to Him and ask if He needed helped, He rounded the corner, paused and smiled at me.

“Be there in sec hun, I want to get My book, want Me to get yours too?”

I smiled, mmm reading in the sun, that sounded so nice, “Yes, please, thank You.”

I turned back to the deck, and sat down in the lounge chair and took a sip of the cold soda. A few minutes later Master walked out onto the deck looking down at me and smiling.

“Changed My mind about reading pet, instead I think you and I need sunscreen, and you need these.”

Bringing my hand up to help shield my eyes from the sun I looked up to see what he was holding. In Master’s hand dangled a set of nipple clamps connected by a chain, I almost moaned a loud and He saw the look of disappointment on my face.

“Stop it pet, these are not as harsh as the one set, and I want to see those little pink hard nipples throbbing and pinched for Me.”

I sighed and sat up so He could put them on. The harsher set He was referring to is a set of cloverleaf clamps, a set I have never been able to tolerate. This new set looked much like sets of tweezers and they had a bead that slid up and down to adjust just how tight to make them.

Master was grinning as He squatted down in front of me and bent His head towards my left nipple and sucked it into His mouth, I moaned as I felt Him flick His tongue across the hardening bud, and then with His teeth pulled slightly outward and then let it go, over and over, He nibbled, sucked, pulled and let go, and then rolled His tongue around it. The nipple was so hard when He moved His face away and it almost glowed red with the blood He had sucked to the surface. He took the nipple between His finger and thumb and pulled it out to slip the clamp on, our eyes locked together as He slid the bead to tighten it. Once I felt it begin to tighten, I closed my eyes and started to bite my lip, a habit He constantly corrects me on.

“Pet?” He said more than questioned, hearing my name He calls me was a subtle reminder, for me to stop biting my lip.

He moved to the other nipple, again He sucked and teased, and pulled till it too glowed and throbbed and He slipped the other clamp around the hardened nipple and tightened it till I moaned all over again.

“Now, don’t they look so pretty?” He said and picked up His soda and took a long drink. When He had half of it gone He reached in with two fingers and picked out an ice cube.

“Sit back in your chair, pet.”

I put my feet back up on the lounge chair and leaned my head back against the back of it. Master sat on the edge of the chair and held the ice cube clenched in His hand and over the left nipple about 3 inches. Slowly it began to melt and one drip at a time it fell and each slow agonizing drop hit it’s mark and made me moan. He went from one nipple to the other until the ice was completely melted, but not once did the ice cube ever come into direct contact with my skin. Not only had Master found a set of clamps that I could tolerate, but He also found a way to include a form of ice play that didn’t make me scream and use my safe word.

Small trails of water traveled down and over each breast and over my sides. My nipples were so hard they ached and throbbed and I wanted to cry and beg for them to be released from the tight grip of the clamps. I felt the wetness between my legs and I so wanted to feel my Master’s cock.

I looked into His eyes and His were gleaming, He bent His head as He had before and took one clamped nipple into His mouth. He flicked His tongue over it and then sucked hard, His hand came up and released it from the clamp as He rolled His tongue over it and then sucked hard one more time before moving to the other nipple to do the same.

Master sat back and we stared at each other, no words were spoken, He just simply stood up held out His hand for me to take and we walked into the cabin and into our room where we made love the rest for of the escort bakırköy afternoon.

Master and I had made love all afternoon and fell asleep in each other’s arms. When we awoke it was early evening and we were both starving. We got up and without bothering to dress fixed a lite dinner together. We ate and I did the dishes while Master got the hot tub turned on and it was bubbling away when I stepped outside holding two glasses of wine. Master was already in the tub and I handed Him one of the wine glasses and got in beside Him. I was all nestled with His arm around me when He asked me how had I liked the clamps and how was my nipples tonight, were they sore or not? He sat His glass aside on the deck and began to play with one of the nipples He was now asking about.

I softly moaned as He gently rolled it between His thumb and finger. The fact was it was a tad bit sore but not enough to make me ask Him to stop.

“Mmmmm,I liked the clamps this time, these new ones are not as strong or as intense as the other ones were.”

“mm huh, but I thought My girl liked intense.”

“Yes, Sir I do, but I didn’t like that kind of intense.” I replied as I turned to look at Him and He leaned in to kiss me, all the while still playing gently with the same nipple.

The kiss was the kind that has all the passion of two lovers, the kind that young girls dream about in their teens, the kind that has the power to curl your toes several times over.

Finally the kiss ended and Master suggested we get out of the tub and get to bed so we could get up early and take a nice long walk in the woods to really welcome ourselves back to nature. I smiled knowing He meant we would walk till we found just the right spot to play among the trees.

When He stood and held out His hand for me to follow, I could see just how hard He was, we may be going to bed I thought to myself and smiled, but we aren’t sleeping just yet.

We turned out the lights and locked the door on our way to the bedroom. I handed Master a towel and we finished drying off from the tub and turned down the bedding and climbed in. I turned towards Him and laid my head against His chest while stroking His hard cock.

“Shall I do something about this for You?” I asked teasingly.

“Yes, I think you should do exactly that pet, but first if I allow you to pick how you would like to handle it, you must do something for Me first.”

I looked at Him kind of suspiciously because sometimes His bargains come at high prices.

Before I could ask what, Master opened His hand and let the clamps dangle in front of my face.

“Play with your nipples for me, love, make them nice and hard, and while you’re at it, I think you should use this too.” He opened the drawer to the nightstand and handed me on of our dildos. “Play for me.”

This was also something that took a while for me to get used, playing in front of Him. Having Him watch me touch myself during directed play. But I quickly learned that there were times when I really loved playing in front of Him, it was those times when He would stroke Himself at the same time and cum on my face or in my mouth or on some other area of my body. The only time I don’t like watching Master stroke Himself till He cums is when I am being punished and forbidden to touch, taste or feel Him. He sometimes will do that after a really hard spanking that leaves welts that hurt for days, or when He has used the crop or cane in a non-sensuous way. I think that’s about the worst punishment He has ever come up with, the one where I am not allowed to be submissive and serve Him. Granted many other punishments could and do deliver a lot more physical pain, but nothing speaks louder or hurts me more than being denied the privilege of serving Him.

I took the dildo Master was handing me and I began to rub it back and forth, my lips parted and I could feel how slick I was already, my clit throbbed and it made me moan each time the head of the toy brushed over the tip. My other hand rolled a nipple, making it hard.

Several minutes later both nipples were hard and aching, I watched as my Master moved to place the clamps on them as He had earlier in the day. He had one on and tightened it, I groaned from both pleasure and pain, as I was still a little tender from that afternoon.

Before He put the second clamp on He told me when I feel Him tighten it He wanted me to shove the dildo hard inside, He said His standards, which meant hard, deep and fast, one thrust, He wanted it to slam against my cervix.

He placed the clamp on the nipple and His fingers were on the bead, I knew this time He wouldn’t slowly slide the bead to tighten it, this time He would make it tight just as fast as He wanted that dildo to slam inside.

My breathing quickened as I waited, I continued to move the dildo along my wet slit, my clit so hard and sensitive, I shivered, I was already so near to cumming it escort beşiktaş wasn’t going to take much more to send me over the edge.

Master sensed just how close I was, He smiled at me, I moaned one last time before I felt the bead tighten the clamp so fast and I shoved the dildo hard.

I almost screamed as I began to beg to cum. Master chuckled and reached down to pinch my clit hard and ordered me to cum to Him. Cumming so hard my hips arched upward off the bed.

“Fuck that cunt hard and keep cumming!” Master told me as He pinched and released my clit. He let go of my clit and watched as I pumped the dildo hard and deep and kept cumming, His hand began to stroke His cock, I could see the Precum covering the tip. I began to shake, my hand was tired and it was really beginning to hurt to cum over and over like I was. I slowed down, I couldn’t help it, I was wanting Him not some toy.

Master suddenly stopped stroking Himself, “PET! Did I say to slow down or stop?”

“M-m-master,” I gasped as I began to beg to slow down.

“Please, please, let me slow down, it hurts to cum over and over and over without a break.” I cried.

“Get on all fours, NOW!”

I quickly moved forward till I was on my hands and knees, Master moved behind me, He was so hard and I knew, close to cumming. I felt the head of His hard cock at my ass. I squeezed my eyes shut tight, waiting to feel Him shove Himself hard into me.

His hand reach under me and grabbed the chain on the clamps, I felt Him tug hard as He rammed His cock deep inside my ass, cumming instantly as I screamed out.

I was crying so hard when He withdrew and rolled me over and told me to hold my legs open. I bent my knees upward and placed my hands around the outside of my legs and held my own legs to my chest, my wet pussy fully exposed to Him. My knees brushed and pressed hard against the my clamped nipples.

“Stay just like that slut, and don’t you dare move!” Master ordered me and then got up and went into the bathroom, I heard water running for a minute and then He walked back in still cleaning His cock with a washrag with one hand, and in His other carrying a crop.

He looked at me laying there, my legs held tight against my chest, my wet pussy on display and tears spilling from the corners of my eyes. He laid the crop against my mouth and told me to open, placing it between my lips as if it was a rose between the teeth of a Spanish dancer.

“Hold that for me, and don’t you dare lose it.”

Standing in front of me, looking at me for a second He raised His hand and then I felt Him slapping rapidly against my exposed wet cunt. I have no idea how many times I felt His strike and sting but I knew when He was done my pussy would be blood red and it would ache and sting.

Finally He stopped, but I wasn’t told I could put my legs down. Instead He began to lecture and humiliate me for not following instructions. I cried even harder. He took the crop from my mouth and began to quickly strike it back and forth on my inner thighs.

I felt the heat and stinging build and I knew without looking that my thighs would be covered in welts. He stopped and moved to the side and cropped the backs of both legs. By the time He stopped I was sobbing and begging Him to forgive me for not following instructions.

He laid the crop aside and I felt nothing for several minutes, I had been squeezing my eyes shut so I had no idea if He was still standing there or if He was about to continue anymore punishment. When I felt nothing, no touch no more pain being added, I slowly opened my eyes, Master still stood there between my widespread legs stroking Himself again as He had before. Tears still spilled from the corners of my eyes as I watched Him cum, I felt it landing on my red swollen pussy lips.

Once He was done cumming, I was told to put my legs down, they ached from being in the position they had been in, my nipples throbbed and begged to be released from the clamps. He reached for them and took them off quickly and without soothing them or me, I was told it was bedtime. He climbed in on the other side and turned out the light. I didn’t even bother to ask if I could go and clean up, I just crawled under the sheet, still covered in cum and feeling so incredibly empty.

We laid there for almost half an hour, then I felt His arms pulling me close, I moved to cuddle against Him, laying my head against His chest I softly cried. We stayed like that for a long time, Him letting me cry it out, and then He whispered.

“Pet, you need to learn more control and to follow instructions.”

I nodded my head against His chest and sniffled.

He moved me slightly as He turned and propped Himself upon an elbow. I felt Him kiss me, His hand softly trailed down over my stomach and to my legs. His cum still wet and sticky between my legs provided a nice soothing cream for Him to use to play with my sore pussy and clit. His fingers gently parting me and circling my clit, occasionally dipping two fingers inside and back out and up to the tip of my clit again until I shivered and was told to cum, a nice soft easy orgasm, basically to let me know it was all over, and He loved me, drifting to sleep with Master spooning me.

To be cont:

Since it’s been a long time since the last chapter, here’s a quick recap:

Chloe studies photography in college. She is the only girl in gang of 16 classmates who are part of the same program, and they all share a dorm. After a photoshoot where she is nude and submissive, Chloe develops a taste for submission in a group setting. She decides to become her classmates’ shared, BDSM-slave. At the same time, she is leading the gang for a team project: there will be a photography competition in one month in her city, and she intends to win that contest.

With my army of sixteen photographers, I began working on the project—a mosaic of street photography that would come together as one, epic photograph, like a portrait of our city. I was confident in the concept and its chances of winning. It was a Wednesday, and there was exactly one month until the contest, now. I had already started meeting my classmates one by one and mentoring them. Each of them had a dent somewhere in his technique, each of them could use some training and betterment in one part of his approach. So I met them one by one, gave them tips, showed them how to do it… The responsibility to mentor and guide sixteen people was a big one, but to me, it was no daunting task. I was going to win that contest, no matter what.

We were walking back to our dorm, as the Wednesday class always finished at noon. As soon as we closed the door and entered the living room, I noticed Matt and how he turned to me with a smile. I felt a rush of excitement go through me. The week prior, I had asked him and the other boys that were into BDSM to tell the rest of the gang about my desire: I wanted to be the gang’s slave. They had spent the week talking about it to the other boys and educating them on the whole shtick—what safewords were, how to approach domination, etc. We had decided that we would start on Wednesday. And it was now Wednesday.

Everyone sat on the couches, but before the TV could be turned on and PlayStation games played, Matt called for everyone’s attention. “Ok everyone,” he said, “today’s a special day.” He looked at me, and instinctively, I knew to place myself in front of the TV, before everyone. Eyes were lighting up already. “We’ve all known this gang isn’t a democracy, far from it. Always been an absolute monarchy here, and we know who’s the Queen.” He turned to me.

We laughed, amused by how true his statement was, but I just had to one it up. “Queen?” I said. “You meant Empress.”

“You’re right, sorry about that. So… Our Excellency declared she wants something. And we’re all up for it, Chloe.”

I had to take a breath. The adrenaline was surging in me.

“So here’s the rules,” Julian said. “Weeks are gonna be divided between normal days and slave days. Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays are normal days. No one treats Chloe any different. Wednesdays and weekends, on the other hand…” He looked at me and I giggled. “Those are slave days. Chloe’s our bitch the moment she’s in the dorm.”

Just hearing it said like that was great. I already liked the sound of it, but the feel of it would be even better.

“Now it’s time for you to hear your rules, Bitch.”

Bitch. He had called me bitch. For a second, the prospect of what was coming felt overwhelming, as if my body and soul would not be able to take all that amount of fun. “I’m all ears,” I said.

“All right. Take off all your clothes.”

I squinted and tried my best impression of an offended person, even though I knew I sucked, and my smile was visible. “Did you really just ask me to get naked?”

“I didn’t ask. That’s an order.”

Matt joined in. “Let’s make something clear, Chloe, you shut up and obey on slave days, understood?”

I gave them my best pretend sigh, as if I hated the idea. Then I complied, and took off my socks, my pants, my top, and finally, my underwear. I stood start naked in front of all my sixteen classmates and put my hands behind my back as if they were tied. I loved being so exposed in front of all them. It was so humiliating, so sexy…

“That’s the first rule,” Brian said. “No clothes for you. When you enter the room, you get naked, understood?”

“Yes Sir.”

The rest of the rules were simple; I had to be obedient, I had to fetch them beers when they wanted me to, I would be tied from time to time and even collared… Phew… It was so much… Every rule they mentioned just made me more and more pumped. There was an urge for me to just drop on my knees. It felt wrong to stand in front of them. The ground was beckoning and telling me to lower myself.

After listing the rules, they cleared the coffee table in the center of the room and told me to climb on it. “On all fours, Chloe.”

I obeyed and did as they said. Now I looked like a literal bitch, naked and on all fours on the coffee table. The little platform and my static pose made me feel like a vase exposed in a museum—talk about objectification. I loved it.

“When you’re in the dorm during slave days, we own you,” Adam declared. “Everyone, come have a feel. Touch the bitch. Let her know her place.”

The escort maslak guys got up, and seconds later, I had sixteen pairs of hands feeling up every part, every inch, every curve of my body. I had never felt more objectified in my life. I didn’t have the right to move—I had to stay there, on all fours, completely naked. Some of the hands were rougher, and they squeezed my ass and tits so hard that they got groans out of me, but many of the boys were gentle, and they caressed my total nudity the way you would caress a pet lovingly. It felt so relaxing… I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment—it was like a free massage I was getting.

Tom was petting my hair. I looked up at him with a loving smile while sucking on Ian’s fingers. He was one of the more insecure photographers of our group, I couldn’t tell you how many times I had comforted him when he felt untalented. But now he didn’t have those cute puppy eyes, and he was standing tall over me, fully clothed, petting me like I was his bitch. I couldn’t be more proud of him. The group groping went on for minutes, and as all sixteen of them rotated around me like planets around their star, I kept noticing the hard bulges in their pants, right at my mouth’s level.

I looked up at them with an innocent, begging look. “Can I please have I taste?” I asked gently.

Noah grabbed my hair and pulled it. “Easy, Chloe. We’ll take things one step at a time. We haven’t reached blowjob stage yet.”

“Just a taste, please… I won’t suck and swallow, fine. Just put them in my mouth for one second. One second, that’s it.”

They deliberated between them and agreed—it would be a little taste of what was to come. I noticed how they didn’t pull their pants down and instead opened their zippers to free their cocks. I had left a note to the BDSM-savvy members of the gang letting them know how I liked things. One sided nudity was one of the things I really enjoyed. It made me feel ten times more dominated when the boys stayed fully clothed. It was as if nudity was the mark of humiliation and submission—and I was completely naked while not an inch of their body was bared except for their cocks, hard and ready.

I looked at all those cocks appearing around me, one by one. Holy shit… Sixteen cocks was… a LOT. I hadn’t realized just how many that was… And realizing this made me even more aroused.

“One suck each, don’t get greedy,” Julian said.

“Yes Sir.”

I started with his. I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his shaft. His cock felt hard and strong in my mouth. I gave it a good suck and thanked him. One by one, they placed themselves in front of me and put their cocks in my mouth for a few seconds, hand on my head, while the others kept fondling my bare body. Every time one of the cocks left, I felt frustrated, wishing it had stayed just one more second. I loved getting to know my classmates this way—each of them had a different feel and a different taste.

I couldn’t even process the entire extent of the humiliation. After a minute, I had hosted the cocks of every single one of my classmates in my mouth. Every. Single. One. I was now more of a slut than I had ever been before, and I was proud of it. “Thank you,” I giggled, happy to have tasted each and every cock. I was ready to suck away, but Noah was right—I would wait a week and a half until everyone’s STI tests had returned. Being wild is good and all, but safety is more so.

Thankfully, none of the boys were particularly promiscuous and sex-crazed, and most in fact had not had sex in months—our photography program was an intensive one and there was very little time to settle down with a partner, hence why most had broken up with their girlfriends two months into college; a love versus career choice, basically. The only one presently with a partner was Noah, but he and his girl were in an open relationship, so I could enjoy myself without feeling guilty.

In fact, as the boys returned to fondling me, I realized that our current arrangement was almost an organic, natural response to the lack of sex in our collective lives. Here was this intensive program where members of a gang had no time to find relationships, and that gang had one girl. And that girl just happened to be the biggest slut you could imagine; one whose mouth was wide open for all her classmates. Mark looked me in the eye while caressing my back along with four others—the more popular tits and ass regions were currently used by others, and I had left in my note the desire for my pussy to be touched only at the very end of each slave day, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to focus with my arousal constantly in a state of full activity. I returned his look and smiled.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Like I’m your bitch. And that’s the best feeling ever.”

Days passed. It was Monday, and class had finished. I had told Sam to meet me in the parking lot in front of the college. He had asked if we could meet at another time, since he had been doing overtime at his job, and wanted to relax for a few hours. I, however, was the kind of leader who accepted no excuses—we escort şirinevler had one month to deliver our photography project, and everyone would put 100% of their effort into it, period. And so, Sam came, having obeyed. Matt had put it perfectly; I was the gang’s Queen, and you didn’t disobey a Queen if you wanted to keep your head on your shoulders.

“So,” I said to the rather cute, brown-haired, glasses wearing boy. “Your problem is composition, Sam. There’s always too much space in one corner of your pictures.”

“Jim says it’s not so bad, though.”

“Jim’s not the most savage teacher, he’s ready to say bullshit so you won’t feel bad. But I ain’t Jim. Sam, your composition needs work, got it?”

“Got it,” he chuckled. They knew not to argue with me when it came to technique.

I had him take his camera and told him to go take pictures of the cars in the parking lot. He had two minutes to take as many pictures as he could, and I had given him a precise objective: to make all the pics as symmetrical as possible. The cars had to be in the dead center of the image, and I wanted that symmetry to be mathematically perfect. Anything less would not do. Sam had to work on that.

He returned after two minutes, showing me his pics with a proud smile. I chuckled and deleted all of them.

“What?” he exclaimed. “But they were good…”

“Not even close,” I said. “The negative space was always bigger on one side.”

“Oh, come on, it’s ultra-subtle. No one will notice.”

“Judges in a photography contest will. Do it again.”

He chuckled and went back for another two minutes. I felt like those teachers in Karate Kid type movies, where they have their students do tasks repeatedly until they get them right. I may not have been an actual teacher, but I was definitely the gang’s mentor. He returned and I gave him some more of my tough love—the pictures were a little more symmetrical, but they still didn’t have the mathematical perfection I wanted. He went and returned once more.

“Still not there,” I said. He groaned playfully, but I looked him in the eye in a very serious way. “Listen here, Sam. I’m not gonna take any risks with that contest. Our project is a bunch of pictures strung together to form a bigger mosaic. You know what that means? Every individual picture has to symmetrical, otherwise it won’t come together perfectly. If you can’t get your pics symmetrical, I’ll take the photos instead of you.”

He understood. I got up and showed him how I did it—giving him tips on posture and how to look at the image in order to ensure perfect visual balance. “Try taking pics of vertical stuff,” I said, doing it with a streetlamp. “You get a better idea of the negative space on both sides.”

The speed and efficiency at which I took the pics impressed him. It was that kind of “impressed” feeling that motivates you to do better, and I could read that motivation on his face. “Work on it, Sam, you can do it, but you need to put work into it.”

“Yes Chloe.”

I chuckled and gave him back his camera. “All right, leave, I wanna listen to music.”

Days passed, and the next Wednesday came around. Just like the Wednesday prior, I was nude and on all fours on the coffee table. They were again fondling and groping my body as a group, but that was only a side event—the main event was something else. Training was going on, though it wasn’t me training for anything, it was the boys. I was now their bitch three days of the week, and that meant I would need to be kept in my place constantly. One of the best ways to do that was spanking, but since not all of them were used to BDSM, they were training to get better at it.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! One of the boys was slapping away at my ass—though I could not say who, since he was behind me. The atmosphere was great; there was music playing loudly in the dorm to mask the sounds of my spanking—we didn’t want the entire hallway outside hearing—and the boys were eating pizza they had ordered and chatting away. About seven or eight were fondling my body, waiting for their turn to get to spank me. Noah and Matt would give them advice and help them, showing them how to do it.

“Don’t hold back,” I heard Matt said, “put the bitch in her place.” I loved how he talked about me in the third person as if I was just some animal who didn’t deserve being communicated with. I was just some naked slut they could use to make their spanking technique better. To give the example, Matt spanked me hard, and I mean, HARD. Whoever he was showing the gesture to imitated it, landing an equally strong smack on my ass.

“OW!” I screamed, even though I shouldn’t have. They had told me to shut up while I was getting spanked, and I had just disobeyed that order for something like the tenth time.

“Shut the bitch’s mouth bro,” Julian said to Sam who stood in front of me, caressing my body along the others. He went to my room and returned with one of my dildos in hand, shoving it in my mouth. The silicone filled my mouth, and so my subsequent screams were muted. The spanks continued for a few minutes, and escort topkapı the dildo in my mouth kept me silent.

Sam took out the dildo after a while, wiping it on my body to remove all the saliva. “Keep quiet, bitch,” he ordered as the spanks continued.

“Yes Sir,” I said, looking up at him. One of the subsequent spanks was too well landed, however, and my mouth produced a sound. Sam gave me a hard slap on the face and pulled my hair. It made me groan and giggle with arousal.

“Keep quiet or you’re getting another slap,” he said.

“Yes Sir.” I rubbed my face against his jeans where his hard-on was raging, finding comfort and protection in the promise of that hard cock behind the denim. I left my face there, breathing hard and feeling the comforting presence of it. Sam’s cock was there, his fingers held my hair, and I looked up at him with total obedience in my eyes.

The next day, we were all sitting in the classroom after class had ended. I was presenting the overall plan to the boys: showing them which parts of the city we would take photos of, and more importantly, who would go to each location.

“Matt, you’re going downtown with Dylan. Focus on the skyscrapers and the vertical parts, and don’t forget to show the people in the streets. Get me at least 50 photos, got it?”

They nodded. I briefed out each of them so everyone would get the literal big picture. The larger mosaic in my mind was very specific, and the exact palette I wanted would only come to life if we took pics of specifically well-chosen locations. They asked me questions—what lens to use, what angles, etc. I provided them with the answers they needed, and once the meeting was over, I called for Chris to come over.

“I looked at your pics man, you’ll have to do it again,” I said. Chris had already completed his part of the city, and he had brought me his photos two days prior.

“What’s wrong with them?”

“Look at the top.” He noticed the sky appearing above the buildings and groaned.

“Ah fuck… I forgot.”

“You forgot big time,” I chuckled, playfully slapping the back of his head. I had to told him to not show the sky and to stop the framing right where the roofs ended, but he had forgotten that detail.

“It’s a one-hour trip with the subway…” he said, looking at me with a bit of a pleading expression. “You’re not going to send over there again for that, are you?”

“Yes I am.”

“But… the pics are great otherwise.”

“You know me Chris, either do it 100% or don’t do it. You’re getting those pics for me again, understood?”

He smiled. “Understood.”

Maybe you think I was harsh with them, but the truth is, they welcomed the authority. Sixteen boys running around were like headless chickens—they needed one person calling the shots with a cohesive, coherent vision, and that was me. Sometimes, people prefer not calling the shots and letting others have some authority. I knew that better than anyone.

That week ended and it was now Saturday evening. Weekends were the most surreal slave days because the ENTIRETY of it had me totally nude and in a state of utter, complete obedience. It was the evening now, with the boys sitting down and watching the live football game. I stood next to one of the couches, nude with my hands behind my back, ready for any order. I felt a good slap on my ass. I turned and smiled at Chris.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Go fetch us beers, bitch.”

I obeyed and went to the kitchen. The ceramic floor was cold under my bare feet. I got as many beer cans as I could and went back and forth from the living room to the kitchen, serving them their drinks. They called me “good bitch” and “good girl” as I gave them the cans. I also received slaps on the ass as an additional way of patronizingly being thanked. After I was done, I returned to my post next to the couches to wait for orders, but then I noticed Chris looking at me again.

“Hey, go…” He stopped himself mid-sentence. It was as if he had realized something, and he chuckled to himself before saying, “No, forget it.”

Forget what? “What is it?” I asked.

“Nothing. I’m not gonna say it, it would be horrible.”

“Say what?”

He was adamant on not answering, but I wouldn’t let it go. I had to know what he was hiding. “You would have found it insulting,” he said.

I chuckled and knelt in front of him. “I’ll decide if it’s insulting when you tell me. Come on, tell me. Come on…” I looked up at him, putting my chin on his knee. “Tell me, please… I wanna know.”

He sighed embarrassingly. “I didn’t eat this afternoon. I’m hungry, so I was gonna tell you to…”

I understood where he was going and burst into laughter. He was SO embarrassed by it, and it made him look SO cute… “You were gonna tell me to make you a sandwich?” I asked between two giggles. He nodded but quickly added that he didn’t want me to. My laughter calmed down, but my smile wouldn’t go. I looked up at him and thought about it for a bit. There he was, manly man watching a football game with a can of beer in his hand, fully clothed alongside the other boys while I, the only girl, knelt totally naked in front of him. Sure, the whole “make me a sandwich thing” had sexist origins… But Fanta was made in 1940’s Germany and their uniforms were Hugo Boss. Doesn’t mean Fanta and Hugo Boss in and of themselves are evil—it’s how you use them that matters.

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All characters engaged in sexual acts in this story are at least eighteen years of age.

This chapter contains descriptions of torture that may be disturbing. Please read at your own discretion.

Many thanks to editor Lin Hall and beta reader nomoretears00. You are keeping me honest—well, sort of!

Sex Slave – 7: Matsen

Rees hadn’t spoken to Keven in weeks—not since he found out his friend had taken Tolsten as a lover. Most of the slaves quickly figured out that Keven and Tolsten were together. Tolsten could not keep his hands off Keven and Keven did not try too hard to discourage him.

It twisted Rees up inside to watch them together. He had been raised to believe that what they were doing was wrong. Men were made to be with women, not with other men. His own unwelcome experience with male-male sex fueled his discomfort.

Rees grieved for his lost friendship. Keven tried several times to talk to him, but Rees rebuffed him. He did not have anything to say to Keven that was not spiteful. At first he had been furious with Keven, but as time passed, his anger faded until he just felt hurt … and lonely.

He began to wrestle with the moral implications of male-male sex. Was it really always wrong? He had to admit, Keven seemed happier. Tolsten seemed ecstatic. Clearly they had a positive relationship.

One day Rees chanced to be chained behind Keven on the slave gang, and he ventured a question. “So, you’re gay now?”

Keven was surprised that Rees had spoken to him. He smiled warmly and replied, “No. I don’t think so. I still like women. If we ever make it home, I imagine I’ll settle down with some sweet girl and raise a family.”

This surprised Rees. He’d thought that you had to be one way or another. He followed up with another question, “But while you’re here, you’re going to have sex with men?”

“With Tolsten, yes. I don’t see that there is any harm caused by it. Do you?”

Rees did not have an answer for that question other than a vague assertion that it was wrong, so he said nothing.

“It’s incredibly fun, really,” Keven added. He stopped just short of saying, “You should try it.” Rees was standing too close; he didn’t want to get slugged.

Rees nodded and the conversation ended, but the painful silence between them had been broken. They slowly began to repair their shattered friendship. Rees tried very hard to be understanding and non-judgmental. Keven tried to be patient with Rees and keep his relationship with Tolsten discreet, at least when Rees was around. He could see how uncomfortable Rees became when they got intimate.

But their friendship was not as easy as it had been before. Keven knew that Rees had been deeply shocked by his behavior. It would take time to rebuild the trust they had once shared. And now Tolsten was in the mix too. It didn’t help that Tolsten liked to flirt with Rees, which annoyed Rees and amused Keven. However, Rees and Keven had been through a lot together and had similar beliefs about most things. The exploration of their differences added another layer to their friendship, ultimately making it stronger.

****

About a month after Keven and Tolsten became lovers, they were summoned. Tolsten was beside himself with dread. He clung tightly to Keven’s hand as they exited the slave pens.

Once outside, Keven immediately noticed that their treatment by the slave handlers was different from usual. The handlers seemed … cautious. Their hands were gently but firmly bound with long leather straps in front of them, rather than behind their backs. Two handlers held the hooded choke-chain devices, but they did not use them.

They were led by the straps on their wrists down the long twisting passageways of the estate, through lush courtyards with tinkling fountains, and past countless rooms filled with opulence and whimsy.

At the entrance to the private part of the estate, their handlers passed them over to a different set of handlers and their journey continued. The new handlers, Keven noted with interest, were treating them even more carefully. Are they afraid of us? They seemed agitated and Keven’s apprehension grew.

Eventually they arrived at Master Rim’s private amphitheatre. Keven had anticipated their destination but still could not stop the tightness that constricted his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Tolsten was as pale as a spirit and his large, expressive eyes betrayed the fear that gripped him.

Keven’s heart skipped a beat when, instead of being led around the winding passageway to one of the wedge-shaped rooms, they were herded up the steps into the audience section. They were made to sit on seats in the front row. The handlers produced manacles and chains, which they used to secure them to their seats. Both their wrists and ankles were chained, and there was little play in the restraint system. They could only move their arms a few inches from the arm rests.

After mecidiyeköy escort the handlers departed, Tolsten shot a worried look at Keven. “Why are we chained here? What happens now?”

Keven almost smiled. It was endearing how Tolsten looked to him for all the answers, even when he was clearly as much in the dark as Tolsten.

“I can only guess that we are supposed to watch.”

Tolsten’s wide eyes widened even more. “Watch what?” He whispered, as if afraid to speak aloud.

Keven took a deep breath. He did not imagine that whatever it was would be pleasant. He shook his head in answer.

They suffered their apprehension in silence for what seemed like a long while.

“Well, hello boys!” Master Rim’s childlike voice came from behind them. Keven jerked his head around to see Master Rim striding down the aisle, brandishing his long whip. He looked jovial.

“I trust you two are well?” He smiled pleasantly as if greeting old friends.

“Yes, Master, thank you.” Keven responded immediately in a polite tone. What the hell does this fucker want with us?

“Yes, Master.” Tolsten’s voice was a frightened whisper.

Master Rim eased his considerable bulk into the seat next to Tolsten and beamed at them.

Loud alarm bells clanged in Keven’s head. The friendly Master Rim was just as terrifying as the emotionless Master Rim. He tried to control his rising panic. He smiled back at Master Rim, and stopped himself just before he asked to what they owed this honor. He was a slave. He needed permission to speak.

Master Rim’s intense blue eyes bore into his and he fought the urge to squirm. He had never seen his master this close before. It was unnerving. He could see details about the man that had previously escaped his attention—such as the enormous brass codpiece in the shape of a penis and testicles that Master Rim wore. Close up, Master Rim was as perfectly coifed as he appeared from a distance, not a single gray hair was out of place. His gaudy outfit was spotlessly clean and the subtle scent of an expensive perfume surrounded him.

The piercing gaze shifted to Tolsten and softened.

Tolsten’s eyes were as large as saucers as he goggled at Master Rim. He was shocked to be so close to his master, seated next to him, almost like an equal. For some reason he was not terrified; he sensed no malice in the madman. Still, he trembled. He could not help but eye the treacherous whip that Master Rim had laid to the side.

“I have finished my investigation into the activities of the slave handlers in juvie,” Master Rim explained. “I thought you might want to witness their punishment.”

Keven’s stomach flip-flopped. He absolutely did not want to observe any of Master Rim’s punishments.

Tolsten’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the armrests of his chair. His mind whirled in confusion.

He had been raped, abused, and terrorized by the slave handlers in juvie for years. He was just now getting used to the idea that the nightmare was over. These men were brutal and sadistic, preying on helpless boys. They deserved whatever punishment Master Rim had decreed. He would feel no pity for them.

He looked down at his feet and took deep, even breaths. His heartbeat slowed and he relaxed slightly. At least he knew now why they were here.

“They will be brought in shortly. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the show.” Master Rim smiled and his eyes began to glow with anticipation.

Keven suppressed a shudder. He gazed down into the wedge-shaped room before them. It was surprising how good the view was; they would not miss anything. He began to steel himself for the upcoming ordeal, wrapping layers of mental gauze around his feelings. He wondered whether Master Rim would let him close his eyes. He was sure that the sounds would be horrifying enough to feed his nightmares.

Suddenly he felt Tolsten stiffen and glanced quickly over at him. To his horror he saw that Master Rim’s hand was resting on Tolsten’s bare thigh. The youth was not even breathing, his face frozen in shock.

Strong emotion rampaged through Keven: protectiveness, fear, and outrage. He caught Master Rim’s eye and glared at him with an intensity that would have wilted a normal man. His eyes flicked down to the hand on Tolsten’s thigh and back to Master Rim’s face. His body language clearly said, “You take your fucking hands off him!”

With a small sigh, Master Rim pulled his hand back into his own lap and focused his attention on the room before them.

Tolsten began to breathe again, albeit a bit too rapidly.

Keven continued to glare at Master Rim for a few seconds, adrenalin coursing though his body. Gradually, as the madman ignored him, he began to calm down. What the fuck was that about? Master Rim is attracted to Tolsten! he guessed. Fuck! That can’t be good!

The three of them sat in uncomfortable silence for several minutes, before their attention was captured by the arrival beşiktaş escort of the unfortunate prisoners. They were naked, hooded and chained, and Keven could see that two of them were visibly trembling. All three were large men, tall and beefy.

Tolsten stiffened again. Glancing at his face, Keven saw a world of pain and fear reflected in his large brown eyes as he watched the men who had brutalized him being led to their fate. Keven moved his arm as close to Tolsten’s as he could, wishing that he were not restrained so he could hold and comfort the youth.

Tolsten’s eyes were glued on the men before them, but he reciprocated Keven’s movements and their arms touched, bringing warmth and reassurance.

Two of the hapless slave handlers were led to the manacles along the wall of the room and chained there, facing out. The hooded choke-chains were removed and Keven was able to observe their stark terror. He felt queasy.

The third handler was forced to his knees and his hood was removed, but the choke-chain was left in place with a handler firmly in control.

One of the prisoners on the wall had been crying and his lips still trembled. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut. The other one looked angry, and when he spotted Tolsten sitting in the audience, he let out a roar.

“You!” he screamed in rage. “You are the cause of this!”

Tolsten began to tremble beside him and Keven saw his face pale visibly.

“He cannot hurt you now,” Keven whispered to him.

Tolsten let out a tiny whimper.

Master Rim jumped to his feet and in two steps he was at the railing. “Enough!” he bellowed. “You will not intimidate my guests. Your days as a rapist are over!” His voice suddenly softened to chilling purr. “In fact, your days of fathering children are over.” He flicked his whip impatiently back and forth. “Prepare them!” he commanded.

The meaning behind Master Rim’s words began to sink in to Keven. Surely he cannot be planning to… He could not even finish the thought in his own mind. He glanced at Tolsten who sat stock still, his huge eyes fixed on the scene before him, his face blank.

Leather belts with heavy metal rings attached to them were fastened around the waists of the two victims on the wall. Chains were fastened to the rings and then tightly secured to the anchors on the wall. The result, Keven noted, was that the men’s pelvises were immobile. Their penises were pulled to one side and tied securely in place with leather thongs. It looked most uncomfortable.

Keven looked at his feet and focused on breathing, slowly and deeply. It was clear to him what Master Rim intended. He did not want to see any more.

The men began to beg piteously. One of them was sobbing. Keven tried to shut out the sound, but he could not block out the horrifying whistle of the whip as it snaked through the air. He cringed automatically, remembering well the pain that that sound brought.

A blood-curdling scream ripped through the amphitheatre. Tolsten let out a wail that was cut short as he leaned forward as far as he could and vomited onto the floor.

Master Rim whirled around to look at Tolsten in surprise. The sudden movement captured Keven’s attention. He saw the mad fervor in his master’s eyes shift to concern.

“Tolsten, what is wrong?” Master Rim asked, speaking loudly to be heard above the screams of the man he had started mutilating.

Keven looked at Tolsten. He was gagging and choking and a tear had found its way down his cheek.

“I thought you would enjoy seeing their punishment,” Master Rim said, speaking more softly now that the unfortunate victim’s screams had turned to sobs. “You don’t want to watch?”

Tolsten looked at Master Rim with wide, pleading eyes. He shook his head vehemently.

Master Rim looked disappointed. “You don’t have to watch if it is painful for you. I will have you taken back to the slave pens. Is that what you want, Tolsten?”

Tolsten nodded, relief apparent on his face. “Yes, Master,” he whispered.

“Would you like to stay and watch?” Master Rim addressed Keven.

“No, Master,” Keven managed to find his voice, even though his mouth was bone dry. His stomach was churning.

“Very well!” Master Rim motioned to the nearest slave handler and in a short time Keven and Tolsten were being led away while a slave cleaned up the floor beneath where Tolsten had been sitting.

Tolsten could not help but glance once more at the blubbering man chained to the wall, blood running down his leg. His emotions twisted. So many times he had wished Kurtis dead. Now he wasn’t sure what he felt, other than ill.

Once they had been released back into the slave pens, Keven immediately gathered Tolsten into his arms. The youth was pale and trembling.

“I didn’t know, Keven.” His voice was filled with horror. “I didn’t realize he was going to whip their balls!” He sucked in a great raspy breath and buried his face in Keven’s chest, etiler escort his body now starting to shake violently.

Keven held him tightly. What madness!

****

Rees was apparently no longer a breeding slave. He assumed Master Rim was angry with him for having sex with his wife—like he’d had any choice in the matter. In any case, days, weeks and months passed and he was not called upon to have sex with anyone.

In many ways, Rees was very relieved. He did not see Master Rim at all, and for that he was most thankful. He was also not fathering slaves, which had caused him untold hours of worry. However, masturbation was a poor substitute for the real thing. He wanted sex so badly, it was driving him out of his mind.

About seven months after Cici’s birthday, fifteen months since he had become a slave, he was pulled out of the slave pens. The familiar terror gripped his chest as he was hooded with the choke chain device. He was under no delusion that Master Rim had suddenly decided to make him a breeding slave again. His master most likely wanted to torture him some more. He swallowed the bile that came up in the back of his throat.

As expected, he was brought to Master Rim’s private amphitheatre. Even blinded by the hood, he recognized the cavernous room by the echoes which bounced off the distant walls and the stairs down followed by the curving corridor that encircled the set of wedge shaped rooms that made up the ‘stage’.

He crawled through the doorway and stretched out on the floor, nose to the stone, so the slavers could remove the chain and hood.

He had never been deposited in a room that was already occupied. His partner always arrived later, so he was shocked to hear a feminine gasp even before his hood was removed.

As soon as the slavers left, he sat up and looked around. What he saw made his heart stop.

“Arriene!” His voice was full of wonder.

Rees had thought he would never see the girl of his fantasies again. He wondered briefly if he was dreaming. He dreamt about her often—usually wet dreams.

She stood next to the huge bed, staring at him, her gorgeous, dark eyes wide, her full lips slightly parted. She was more beautiful than he remembered, and he wondered how that was even possible. Her ebony hair fell in shining waves to her waist, mostly covering her pert breasts. Her body was long and lean, but shapely. Her flawless skin, a beautiful cocoa color, was the darkest Rees had ever seen.

Although she was naked, his attention focused on her eyes. Surrounded by thick, black lashes, they tilted up slightly at the corners. Her irises were huge pools of molten chocolate. He could drown in them.

She was a rare, exotic, exquisite creature.

*****

Arriene recognized Rees immediately when they brought him in, even before they removed his hood. No one was built like Rees. He was taller even than most of the men from her own country. His chest was chiseled, his arms and shoulders rippling with muscles. A sprinkling of curly blonde hairs covered his chest and his long, muscular legs.

She had been terrified when they brought her to the arena. Rees was the only man she’d ever been with. She had heard stories from the other women about how brutal some of the breeding men could be. She feared for herself, but for her baby even more.

Seeing Rees, her heart sang with joy. It was more than just immense relief. She had often dreamt of seeing him again, of feeling his tender touch and tasting his passionate kisses. Her heart began to pound double-time and her mouth went dry. She climbed off the bed and stood next to it, very still, watching as the slave handlers removed the hood and chains and left.

Oddly, her nakedness did not bother her. When Rees saw her and called her name, the expression of wonder on his face was one she would remember forever. He appeared completely besotted with her and she wondered if she looked the same. She was mesmerized by his eyes, blue as a tropical lagoon. A sigh escaped her lips.

Rees was not sure how long he stared at her, motionless. Bewitched. Suddenly he realized he was not breathing. He gulped in a huge breath of air. That act seemed to unfreeze him, although it did not break him out of his stupor. As if in a dream, he climbed slowly to his feet and approached her. They did not break eye contact.

When he got close to her, she held out both hands, and he took them into his own. A tingle of heat raced up his arms from her touch. They stood close, holding hands, gazing into each other’s eyes. Rees could smell her sweet, delicate scent and he was flooded with memories of the time they had spent together. He had not been aware of his cock hardening, but suddenly it was fully erect, jutting out in front of him. He stifled a groan that was as much need as embarrassment.

There was nothing he could do to hide his obvious desire. A sheepish grin crept onto his face that slowly spread into a huge smile. He could not help it. He was elated to be with her again.

She responded with a smile of her own that did more to mend his broken spirit in a second than had seven months of reprieve.

“Rees!” she said, and his name falling from those luscious lips was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. His eyes feasted on hers as if he were a starving man and she was sustenance. Time seemed to stand still.

The phone is ringing, as I grab it, I flop over onto the bed…”Hello?”

A deep, sexy voice on the other end of the line says “Hello Jackie, this is Michael.”

“Ohhhh my!” I say. Thinking, Oh my God he has such a deep, wonderful voice. And I can feel my pussy contract, already becoming wet. “Hello Michael! My goodness, this is the first time we’ve talked.”

“Yes, it is. I just wanted to hear your voice. I’ve wondered with you’d sound like.” Michael purred.

And for the next few minutes we talked, laughed and got comfortable with each others voices. Michael and I have “corresponded” online for awhile now. And Michael has sent me some very hot and sexy stories that he wrote for me. We are both very curious about BDSM and D/s and have been sort of exploring each others limits and needs. We seem to have very similar tastes, needs, desires. I find his stories extremely erotic.

But as I listen to his deep, dark, rich, voice I begin to become aroused. We discuss the erotic stories he’s sent me and past experiences we’ve had and as we talk…I get hotter and wetter.

When Michael says that he is laying on the couch and stroking his cock, that’s all I can take. I reach for my dolphin, that I keep on the night table beside my bed, and turning it on, ease it between my pussy lips and against my clit.

As I do this, I tell Michael what I’m doing and I’m sure he can tell, by the gasps and catches in my voice as the dolphin goes to work on my already swelling clit.

“Michael, imagine…I’m naked, sitting across from you in a chair. I throw my legs over the arms of the chair and as you lay there, on the couch, stroking your cock, I rub my clit with my dolphin. We’re going to watch each other masturbate.” I say to him.

“Jackie, I want to fist you. I want to fist your ass! I want to grease my hand and arm and shove it up inside your hot little ass.” Michael moans. Ummm…seems he has other ideas!!!

Oh God! The thought of that drives me crazy. I need more. “Michael, I’m getting up onto my knees, my legs are spread wide. I have my favorite toy, a vibrating, double dildo that I call “Big Jim.” I’m going to use it to fuck my pussy AND my ass, while you tell me about fisting me.”

And as I say this, I lube up both shafts of the dildo and prepare to ram it into my cunt and ass. All the while, the dolphin is humming away on my clit, I can’t help but squirm and thrust my hips as the dolphin works my clit to a swollen, throbbing nub.

Michael is saying to me “I’ve got oil all over my hand and arm. I’m working my fingers into your sweet ass. Stroking them in and out, fucking your ass with my fingers. Now I have four fingers up inside of you. God, Jackie, you’re so hot and wet already.”

By now I’m on my knees and my head is down on the bed. I have the dildo pressed against my ass and am working it around, but not pushing it in yet. Not till Michael rams his fist şişli escort in. I’m so fucking hot and needy, I’m moaning and gasping. Talking nasty to Michael and urging him on. I want it, I want more. I’m pinching my nipples with the other hand, pulling them and moaning from the pain/pleasure of it.

Michael is saying “I now have my fingers and my thumb pumping in and out of your ass Jackie. Feel it? Feel how tight it is. Your ass is so hot. Now I’m pushing, working the knuckles into your ass Jackie. Holding you with the other hand, I wiggle and work my hand till the knuckles pop into your ass.”

Michael gives a grunt, just as if he were shoving his fist into my hot, hungry, needy ass. And as he does, I ram the dildo up inside of me. Deep, hard, fast it goes…to the hilt.

As I do, nearly screaming from the rush of sensations, groaning and panting, I say to Michael “Oh God Michael, I just rammed both shafts of the dildo up inside me. It’s buried all the way in my ass and pussy. Come on Michael, ram your fist up in me, fuck me, fuck me hard. Please Michael, I need it. Hurt me, fuckin’ pound me with your fist. Do anything you want. Give it all to me. Fuck me dammit!”

I’m ramming and pounding away with the dildo, so hot and wet I can hear my pussy and ass making wet, sucking noises.

“Michael, can you hear this? Listen…” I place the phone between my legs and thrust the dildo in and out of me. Listening to the sucking, squishing sounds my cum soaked pussy and ass are making. “Did you hear that Michael?”

“Yes. God yes. You’re amazing. Fuck that’s wild. Do it again. I want to hear it again.” He pants.

Lowering the phone between my legs I continue to fuck myself hard and fast till I can’t hold on any longer “Michael, oh God. Fuck me, I’m cummin’ oh Jesus!” And all I can do is hammer the dildo into myself and scream out my orgasm. Gasping, panting and mumbling encouragement to Michael.

I hear Michael, “Fuck…oh shit, you are so fucking hot Jackie. Damn, I want to fuck the shit out of you. I can’t hold it, I’m cummin’.”

Roaring and talking dirty to me, Michael lets his hot, thick cum shoot out of his cock and over his chest and stomach. All the while, I’m begging for his cum, begging him to feed me his cum. I’m jerking and twitching, thru a series of extremely intense orgasms. Peeking over and over again as I fuck myself with the dildo and listen to the wild uninhibited way that Michael is cumming.

Still shivering and shaking from after shocks of pleasure, I hear Michael on the other end of the line begin to laugh. He’s laughing, more open and free the longer it lasts.

Still laughing, Michael says “Damn Jackie, I’ve never in my life had phone sex like that. That was incredible. I can’t believe how hard I came. Your are something else.”

But still in the throes of pleasure all I can do is pant and taksim escort moan “Michael, Michael, oh God, I can’t stop. Michael, I’m still cummin’.”

I hear Michael’s voice “That’s it baby. Cum for me. You’re incredible. Cum some more. Give it to me. God, I can’t believe it…I’m already getting hard again. Jackie, you make me so fucking horny.”

“Michael, I need more. I can’t stop. Fuck me, please! Please Michael, fuck me…dammit FUCK ME!!! Talk dirty to me. Call me names. Say anything, do anything. I want it, I need it. Fuck my face. Ram your cock down my throat. Choke me with your cock, make me gag Michael!” I’m again pounding away with the dildo.

Only, I really DO need more! Have to have MORE! And reaching into my toy box again, I pull out the long double headed dildo that is so detailed and realistic looking. Rubbing it around my pussy and covering it with my cum, I begin trying to work it into my swollen, hungry pussy with the other dildo I still have in there. I’m thinking, can I do this? One in my ass and two in my cunt? I have to try, I’m going crazy. I NEED MORE!!!!

All the while Michael is talking “I’m hard again baby. Look what you do to me. God I want to fuck your mouth. I want to ram my cock down your throat and choke you with it. I want to hear you gag on my cock as I hold your head and fuck your face hard.”

I can’t even talk. All I can do is feel and listen. Then I realize I’m screaming again. I’m cumming and cumming and cumming. It just won’t stop. I hear myself begging Michael to hurt me, use me, talk to me and treat me like a whore.

I hear Michael say “Do you have another dildo? Get it, get a big one. I want you to suck it. I want you to shove it down your throat. I want to hear you choke and gag on it.”

Suddenly I rip the long dildo from my pussy and mouthing to Michael, telling him what I’m doing, I shove the dildo, cum and all into my mouth and begin to suck and lick it. God, I love the taste of cum.

Harder and deeper I thrust the dildo. Just as if it WERE Michaels cock and he WERE ramming it down my throat. I gag and choke on it, but I keep right on shoving it into my throat. At the same time I’m humping and thrusting onto the dildo that’s still deep inside my pussy and ass. And the dolphin, my sweet little dolphin, is still humming away against my clit.

I hear Michael, he’s ranting, so into the imagery of his cock ramming hard into my face. His ability to “see” and “be” in the fantasy is awesome. It drives me over the edge again and I realize I’m trying to scream while with one hand I’m drilling the dildo at least 8 or 9 inches down my throat and pounding my ass and pussy with the other.

Wave after wave of sensation is washing over me. I’m in one of those places where I’ve lost control of my body. It’s taken over and is thrashing in total, uncontrolled abandon. If the Pope çapa escort walked in now…he’d just have to watch and wait till it was over. I couldn’t stop now, even if I wanted to.

Michael is incredulous. I hear him almost talking to himself. Amazed that he’s cum twice during phone sex. All I can think is…MORE! I NEED MORE!

“Michael, it won’t stop.” I gasp. “It just keeps cummin and cummin. “Fuck my ass Michael. Please, I want your cock in my ass. Tear it up. Ram it deep and hard into my ass. Hurt me Michael. for Gods sake, please hurt me!”

Again Michael is talking. “Yeah baby. I want to fuck that tight, sweet ass of yours. I’m gonna pound the fuck out of you, slut. Come on be my whore, give me that ass.”

I realize that he is again off, into the image of his hard cock plunging into my hot, needy ass. And listening to him describe what he would be doing to me if he could, I again resume fucking myself with the dildo that’s been in my ass and pussy all this time.

“Come on Michael, treat me line a whore, like a slut. Talk nasty to me, call me names, give it to me. I need your cock. I’m so fuckin’ hungry for cock. I want a big old cock in my ass and my cunt and my mouth. I want to be covered with cocks and cum. I want to take you up inside me, just suck you right up into me. FUCK ME GOD DAMMIT!!!! FUCK ME!!!!” And screaming, another huge wave of cum gushes from my swollen and battered pussy. I have cum all down my legs, all over my hands and up my arms.

Michael is crazed by now. I can’t help but wonder if I could get him to go completely wild and turn into a raging beast if we were together. He sounds like one now. He’s roaring, growling, so wild and animalistic in his fantasy. I want him to become an animal, a beast. A wild, mindless, lust filled fucking machine.

Finally, after cumming three times for me, I can tell Michael is worn out. We’ve been at this for how long now…a couple of hours?

I whisper “Michael, tell me to stop. Tell me to take the dildo out. To turn off the dolphin. I can’t do it by myself. I can’t stop by myself.” I want more!

Gently, Michael tells me “Damn girl. I don’t believe you. You’re something else. Turn them off now. We have to stop, I’m beat. Take them out. You have to calm down now.”

Finally I do as Michael says. I turn them off. And slowly I pull the dildo from my swollen ass and pussy. Causing another wave of cum to flow from me.

We talk for a while longer. Michael repeatedly tells me how awesome it was, how amazing I am. Talking gently and soothingly to me. But, he has to get back to work, so we say good-bye and hang up.

I lay here thinking about him. I’ve never talked to anyone with an imagination as similar to mine before. He seems to be, like me, almost limitless. And so willing and eager to experiment. It will be very interesting to see just where our imaginations will take us.

Just before he hung up, he asked me to do something for him. He wants me to write a story about this, our phone sex, and submit it to Literotica. It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything. I’ve been so busy working on the commission drawings I do, I’ve not had time to write. Hmmmmm…need to boot up the puter. I feel a story comin’ on!