My wife used to have me write her erotica. It helped her get in the mood and find passion for me. This was one such. I finished it after we separated in memory of what I always wanted to give her. Security.

Im not a writer and need practice. Thank you

A place to set worries aside and take you. The place you’ve always spoken of wanting. A place for you to find your unbridled kink. A place for our hearts to link.

You come as if we never met. You come open. Open to new darks and maybe open doors closed shut.

As you enter I set unseen and ask “what are you here for? You take breathes as if my fingers were running down your flank. “I’m here to be taken and released.

Your instructed to take off your panties and hang them on the wall but leave your leather skirt on. I ask you to put your hands together in front of you as I jump down from the loft. Landing just behind you as you startle.

In the candle light I bind your hands and blow cold air across your nipples to harden them. I ask you to raise arms and hook above. You are pulled just taught, standing erect, light dancing apon the feast.

I start to quicken thinking of what may tempt you. What may wetten your pussy. What may make you squirt and scream together. Wondering if you want pain or just the firm feel of my fingers over you. I’m hard and wet from the thoughts.

Moving behind you, taking your panties from the wall, I smell them and ask when you put them on. Like a good kinky bitch you tell me days ago. Saying you want me to have the full sent of you, this sends pulse quickening through me. I refrain from dropping down and spreading your wet cunt then. I want to ignore my profound lusts and focus on your pleasures and fears.

As I look apon the wall at the wide variety of tools I think of what to grab first. A paddle for spanking, a dount gag for spitting or more rope for binding. Before reaching I take another deep sniff of your sweet odor. With the surge of nasty kink it sends throw me I grasp your bottom jaw, pinching the lip between your sexy teeth and my firm thumb. I pull your mouth open and lick your upper lip before shoving your dryed cream panties in and I breathe deep the mingled sent of mouth and pussy. Drives me wild but I show non of its effects on me. Sends mecidiyeköy escort me dreaming of the smell of your nectar on another tongue to lick and kiss.

Having you there to take drives me wild. Wanting to build your orgasms over and over but not let you cum. Wanting to ram my cock down your throat through the donut gag, wanting to tie your arms to your legs so you are bent completely and savage your hairy asshole unmercipally in a rage of lust.

Awww… But this is not what I want. I want to build your arousal and push you to the threshold of climax. I want you so heightened and wanting that you are asking for me to do the nasty kink that I desire. So horny that you almost come every time I touch you. Ideas start to surface like a dripping road map of lust, bit marks and small bruises connected by whip welt lines.

Thinking of what your like, looking your tight sexy body over I want to touch you. Seeing in you that touch arouses you I firmly run fingers over your lower legs, working up and worshipping past your thighs, over your delicious ass cheeks then to your hips. Just above your hair, there’s the spot I was wanting. You arch and groan, clamping legs together. I push pull and rub firmer just brushing clit sporadically. Wanting to find another sweet spot my right hand falls off to search. Caressing over ribs gripping a wonderful small tit and pinching. You cry out while twisting. Our first bit of pain makes you thrust as if you were fucking something hard and deep. I slow and tame you, bring you back down to slide my hand up your breast, fingers just dusting the neck and you stiffen, drawing short fast breath. As I lean into bit behind your neck just as fingers penetrates your lips and firmly press your wet tongue, you explode into writhing pleasure. Moaning so loud, going limp to fall to ground, but I have you strongly captured. I bit harder to make you scream and test what pain will bring, fingers deeper to gag your throat, instead of scream to stop a surprise or animal groans and hot liquid from your hairy cunt. Biting seem your pleasure I think as you beg me to rub you. To make you cum, I whisper instead the funs just begun.

I tell you I want you bound completely, incapable of controlling ur climax. merter escort Tied to where I can access areas needed, but your movements can stop the vibrating pleasure. To bring you to pain of stimulation you crazy with thinking your pussy can’t take it. Then when your tensing to release I’ll stop it as you beg for release. Begging for my hard cock to slam in and pound you. Begging for my cum to fill you. But that would end our efforts. Long this will take and I want your tantric surrender.

One hand gripping the back of your neck, the other grabbing your ass crack firmly, finger just slipping in your so wet pussy, I quickly lift your body. Lifting high to unhook hands, leaving you bound, laying you down. Flipping you over on the soft rug I see a glimpse as your ass crack opens, seeing tight hairy ass let’s a moan slip from my lips. Unable to stop it before it’s out, my 1st sound and show of pleasure. You tense and quiver, I take note of the effect and lean in to moan low in your ear while pulling a fist of hair. You pulse with pleasure and I know when to us it later.

Pulling your legs open wide hearing the wetness as your swollen pussy opens I wrap your legs and ankles with coils so to not hurt you, to bad.

Tightening the ropes simultaneously from the wall your legs spread wide as possible and you grunt unable to move. Your arm out from under you, pulled up above head, roped to the wall taught. You are bound and held to torture, submitted in rope, open to defile. I run red with want…then calm to touch and add one last piece, a rope for your teeth. Lightly gagged, something to bit on.

Wanting a touch to raise you I grab the long chrome hook. Lightly running it over your skin, the chill touch feel makes you sing. Long wet moans, wet collecting in your bush. I’m wanting and take the hook ran down your neck over you back, as you rise caress over your ass and down to run over your wetness, just covering the ball at end but no penetration. I lift and suck, clean your juices from it’s hardness. This sound stirs you, you like to hear me suck something covered in pussy?

Knowing that sound spiked your pleasure sets flashes of future through my mind. Seeing us in this place with another. A man maybe would suits your cravings. şişli escort Four hands on your body, two cocks in and out of your wet and hairy. Kissing you after both sucking dick drips of your juice from the tip.

Maybe another time.

Gleaming hook back to your skin, cold sets your goosebumps to ripples. I push it up your back again and softly hook around your neck, a long intake of breath stopped short by a firm yank and your head is lifted choking. Your eyes wide open mouth too. Small noise escape twitching and spitting. Relax the tension and you cry out breath of heavy moans. I lean in to ask if your cunt is ready, please is what you groan. I tie the large vibrator to the inside of your thigh so it can’t move from where your hairy mound splits and wetness begins. You mutter no..no…to much..I can’t take it. But also start to rock your hips and build the squirts I hope for. As you wiggle in torment of over stimulation I run the ball of the hook up and down your ass crack just pushing your pussy. Your building energy and whaling wildly, squirming looking for an end but I penetrate you instead. Fast and swift I buried the hook in you, scream and hot juice fill me. Faster and faster the hook drills you, deeper across your G spot and deepest rubbing your cervix. You gasp and grunt out breath mingled with blips of almost formed screams. I think I can make you cum in an instant so caught up almost forgetting that I’m torturing you. Thirsting your sexual soul by giving then taking the climax away before you can achieve.

In all the rush you cum, long, tense, quivering with moans of pleasure on the brink of pain. A warm gush from between your legs and you soften and relax. Breathing ragged, twisting slowly. Your aura changes and I see confusion in your face. Some ting from your subconscious, some old hurt surfaced. I quickly unbind you. Roll you into my arms and hold you like rain returning to the river. As you let your armor fall the tears come. After so long of knowing you, holding you, loving you I never know what happens in there. I’m a stranger to my wife’s inner pains. Knowing I may never know, know why you love me to kink you. Your climax bringing twisted emotions.

I shed just wet eye’s hoping to someday know what troubles you. Joy soars my heart like an eagle, my vows to never leave you, to always hold you. I just hold you. Rock you. Kiss your beautiful face. Strengthening my heart to warm us. Channeling all I am to secure us. We fall asleep nested in our place. You give me more an you’ll ever know. I love you my sweet foxwife.

You sit down in the office chair across from a heavy desk and hear the door close behind you with a thud. The sound of your breath fills the space and you become aware of your body and its weight as you sit in the chair and stare at the clock… it ticks away softly, teasing you as your life waits for a response to you being summoned here. This room feels small and the big air-conditioning unit thrums out a steady icy air to keep you cool in the office as you try to get comfortable in a chair that you would normally have at your desk.

The ice cold air slips around your frame as you sit and wait for what you expect to be a simple meeting, the hair on the back of your neck stands up as the vents drive the air down on you. You can feel your nipples stiffen involuntarily as the draft slides inside of your shirt. The pinstriped pencil skirt you wore for the day feel suddenly just a touch too tight as your thighs spread gently at the cool breeze, and your brain runs wild… “what if he notices, what if he can tell, what if he can see… what if he knows what I did last night?” In that moment you become acutely aware that you’re dripping wet… your juices are running down your thighs just thinking of how you were utterly destroyed last night and you can’t even stop thinking about it at this very minute while you’re at work. Your pussy clenches, your heart races and you’re seconds away from cumming right here in the chair as your thighs squeeze together over and over again…

With a click and a loud clunk the door opens suddenly, your brain freezes and every single instinct is to run… but you hold fast, your hands cling to the seat and wait to be greeted properly by the HR manager. He glides effortlessly into his office like he has done a million times and sits down heavily in his chair to look at you…. and then he opens your file. You go to stand and he shoots a look that puts you right back into your chair, and now you’re afraid. Mr. Jameson looks up at you and murmurs as he looks down at your file, then he closes the file and looks you straight in the eyes.

“Do you enjoy your position here, Miss? Would you like to continue to be one of our top employees?”

“Yes, Sir” you meekly answer, the words creaking in the back of your throat.

“Tell me, does your recent performance merit keeping you on station or should someone escort kağıthane else be brought in to do your job that can do it better than you? Given your reputation, I would assume that a suitable replacement could be found quite readily…. What do you have to say for yourself and the position you find yourself in today? And more importantly, the position you were found in last night?”

FUCK, HE KNOWS!!

Your mind flashes back in an instant and you remember where you were the night before, the hard cock throbbing inside of you as you were bent over so lewdly in front of anyone that might see in the alley. He took you in every possible way, he stretched every single hole you were given by God and left a huge load in every one of them… even all over your face and told you he still wanted more! He treated you like the little slut you’ve wanted to be treated as and the hand prints on your ass still are there to tell the tale! His smile is cold, he gives away nothing as he eyes you up and down, he knows something that he isn’t telling you… he was the one inside of you that left you begging for more last night!! He left you wanting something that left you needing…. HIM! You dreamily remember being bent over like a little slut as he stretched your folds and drove deep inside of you and took you hard, so hard, while you moaned out a name… any name… anything as you lost yourself time and again while he took you. Your pussy clenches at the memory of someone destroying you and you whimper internally wanting it back again. Just that realization has you almost cumming while you sit there looking at the man who owned your body so utterly, and in that second he leans forward and says a single word: “Yes”.

The once pristine, black scalloped lace panties you drew up your legs this morning are now drenched, your skirt is catching the most of it as your pussy gushes when you cum at this man’s command, just the sound of his voice and you’re squirming in your seat as you try to contain yourself.

With a steel-faced smile you look up at him and say “I do believe you forgot something last night… and I’m duty-bound to return it to you.”

With a sly smile you slip down the zipper at the side of your skirt, not even a sound as you slide it down your legs. Your panties quickly follow as you arrange escort beyoğlu yourself for whats to come…

“We have much to finish, Sir, would you care to finish first this time or should I finish first again? Make me your little cum slut and own me like I begged for you to do.”

Your skirt slides off of the chair as you sink slowly to your knees…black lace meets the floor a second before you melt in front of him, you can feel the heat already radiating off of him, you can smell his musky cologne, you know what’s going to happen if you continue this but you just can’t stop yourself. Your knees spread wide and the cold air in the room gently kisses your dripping pussy, you shiver for just a second and remember exactly what you’re doing and who you’re doing it for. This man is yours, he claimed you an you’ll do everything in your power to be sure that he is as well taken care of as you are… everything. No matter what he wants, it’s his; no matter the desire, it’s his; no matter when or where or why or what, it’s his…

Very slowly you fish out his cock from his too-damn-soft trousers; it’s a very thick and veiny 8 inches with a swollen head on top that looks like it could knock down a mountain. For just a second, as you lick your lips and remember him buried deep inside your ass with his hands in your hair from last night, and you pray it will happen again.

“Meredith, hold all of my calls and appointments, this meeting may take a while.” he says to the intercom.

With that, you engulf him, the head is huge and takes a little work, but you get it to the back of your throat and hold him there, eyes up to him as you tease him with your tongue and throat. You can see the slightest movement in his face, and his eyes light up as you work even harder.

“Young lady, this job comes with many risks, and those risks don’t have a guarantee of safety. Errors must be punished and good deeds rewarded.” He says as he pulls your hair into a loose ponytail and slips a hair tie around it. He drives his thick cock deeply into your throat and holds you there, the spit running out of your mouth as you stare up at him. “Are you sure you want this position? It might entail some very long nights and you will be at my literal beck and call until I have no more need of you. And, please believe me, I get escort esenler absolutely every single ounce out of my employees, I give zero quarter just as I do to myself and I will take every last inch of you and then some.”

You bob your head slowly on his cock, savoring the taste of him as he slides in and out of your delicate throat. A quick flick of your tongue on his head and you see him break, for just a second and think you have an advantage…. but, you’re mistaken and he has let you think he is beaten.

A single hand in your hair is all he needs to stand you up as he sits down and pulls you across his lap. A series of thunderous blows land on your naked ass, now turned up to him with your soaking wet pussy open to his view. He pulls your hips up to arch your back and slides a finger between your legs to tease your wetness… you happily soak him and reflexively push your hips even higher into his hands. He pulls his hand away and waits as he licks his fingers clean…

“Open up, little one, give me everything… if you’re going to be mine I WILL have every part of you; every inch, every bead of sweat, every single second of every heartbeat… you will be completely MINE.” Another 20… or 30…. or God only knows how many times he spanked you before your ass started turning a beautiful dark red for him. And he only paused to slip 2 fingers inside of you and keep you just on the edge of cumming… just barely.

“Now, there are words and there are deeds… you can tell me forever and I still won’t believe you, but simply show my once; in the way that I desire; and I’ll make sure that you never want for anything again.” He says with a sly smile.

He sits you down on your knees, your cum leaking down the inside of your thighs as you try to stop yourself from cumming even now, you can’t cum yet, he hasn’t told you that you’re allowed. His cock looks full and angry and your brain melts at the idea of him taking you like a whore again like he did last night…

He points to his cock and says 3 words that will define your entire life…

“This or this?” His hand glances across his lap, and you already know your choice even with your ass stinging and your drenched pussy still drooling as you look up at him. You already know what you have to do… your pussy clenches and you cum like never before as you stand from your knees and face him, head on, then lay across his lap. Your already reddened ass turns up and you arch your back to present it for him even better.

His hand slides between your legs and pushes deep into you… only two words escape your mouth…

“Please Sir”

Can I blame him?

…standing 6 foot 2, every interaction with him places you at a disadvantage. Your head tilted up at him as he speaks, your line of sight directly obscured by a hulking mass of muscle. His silky dark skin almost fades into the sun as his shadow looms over you, an almost implied threat with every movement.

Can I blame him?

With the body of a gladiator but a smile as warm as the sun, his eyes acknowledging you at that moment, picking you out of the crowd and telling you you are worthy of his attention… you’re enough, you are wanted.

Can I blame him?

Can I blame them?

Little mistakes at first, texts at odd times in the night, the smell of perfume I don’t own on his clothing… scattered underwear in my bed that I don’t remember buying.

I fuck him, I give him everything I have. Every fantasy, every fleeting whim. I’ve blown him in public bathrooms, at restaurant tables, in my childhood bedroom during a family wake. He’s fucked me at public work events, cum dripping from my ass, down my leg as I accept awards for Women in Business.

This man has used my body in more ways than I’ve ever let any man even fantasize about without consequence…and don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, I’m not. I knew what I was getting into. He is the dream, the goal, the kinda man you restructure your entire life for so his needs are accommodated. To keep a man like that, you make sacrifices, otherwise, he’ll find someone else who can do more, so you have to do it all before he gets the chance

Can you blame him?

Even on the first night, he was forward with me about what he wanted. I was on the brink of merging my company with the one he worked under, he was the closer, I’d heard talk from my colleagues that he was who they sent when the “ball busters”, the women who’d risen to notable seats of power were being a ‘nuisance’.

He ‘puts us in our place’.

My first thoughts were “will this place ever change?…Am I going to be fighting these fucking man-children for the rest of my life?”

…but then I met him, his calm demeanor putting me at an imbalance, every action, every word, seemingly calculated. I laughed at his jokes, shared personal…intimate information, drank too much of the wine he’d presumptuously/unnervingly brought me in celebration of a deal we were clearly at odds on… but shame on me I guess.

By the end of the night, I was sitting on his lap, my head writhing on his shoulder, dizzy with a myriad of contradicting thoughts and emotions, while I begged this man, this fucking stranger to let me cum. His hand shoved right into my skirt, playing with the most intimate part of me, cupping it and rubbing it like it was his, like it’s always been his.

A resounding “NO” was his only response.

The percentage of the company I owned by the end of the merger was 60 to mecidiyeköy escort 40 against me. I remember sitting there, staring at my shaky signature on every page of that contract, acknowledging what I’d done and yet not quite grasping it.

They said that it was best, that I should take a more ‘supplementary’ role, let the big guys take the reins, run the company the way it should be. My fucking company, built with my own fucking hands, run it the way it fucking should? The only reason they wanted the fucking thing is because I built it. They’d give me a pay raise, and decrease my workload so I can make time for “FAMILY” the sexist fucking…

For a week all I could think about was him. Anger directed towards him turning into disappointment directed towards me, loneliness as I cling onto the best moments of that night, and then inevitably horniness as I crave every aspect of him, circling right back to anger at the very fact that he exists.

Abruptly he started coming back to my office for ‘visits’. He timed it so beautifully, a day earlier and I would have stabbed him in the neck with a pen, but no, I’d reached a certain acceptance. As my personality and history dictates, I’d decided to look for the best in a fucked situation, it’s who I was, it’s what I do. I’m the one who fights.

At that moment it’s almost as though he knew, he knew I was at the brink, I’d found a new challenge, and in the face of those, my best side always rose to the occasion…but he knew, so he came to remind me… remind me of my place.

Standing right next to my desk, his cock swaying flaccid from his suit pants, waiting… waiting to be serviced.

An hour later I’d be bent over my desk, trying but woefully failing to muffle screams of agonizing pleasure as he used my body, half of my mind anxious at the fact that my employees could hear me, my reputation, hard-earned, meaningless in a matter of minutes as he told the office with no words that I was what they all suspected I was, that I was every single stereotype they had spent years unlearning. I was just another dumb girl naturally out of her depth.

Over time though it became something else entirely. He started coming every Friday, I was now being referred to in lounge areas as the ‘TGIF booty call’. Consistently he would come to my office, and have his way. On my desk, on the floor, banging at the door, at the windows in front of the cleaners. I kept thinking about how I’d given this guy a fucking all-access pass, moaning under him as he took something that so many men in my youth only dreamed of. Why? Why was I letting this happen? Why was I starting to look forward to it? My career crumbled before me and here I was dripping a combination of our juices onto my thousand-dollar office carpet.

I tried to avoid him for a couple of weeks and immediately regretted beşiktaş eskort it. He’d waited patiently for me, very drastically upping the ante, taking my anal virginity with my office door open, my very knowing secretary typing at her desk and putting on a very poor performance of nonchalance, her eyes flicking up and back down every few seconds as my ass was stretched and used for the first time, my hands desperately spreading my cheeks for him, my mouth wide open in abject pain and indescribable pleasure at the sheer vulgarity of knowing that this is a moment I would never forget, never live down.

She wouldn’t keep her mouth shut. Veronica wasn’t the trustworthy type. She was a girl, an intern doing her dues with her bitch boss…and lord knows I’ve had my bitchy moments. No, Veronica did her job, no more, no less, she wasn’t a friend, there was no solidarity between women, that shit only happens in movies.

Every woman for her fucking self, you can’t afford to be merciful, not with the odds we face. Shit even my colleagues stopped picking up my calls the moment the stories spread far enough. No Veronica would use this, she’d probably taken pictures, probably sent them to a few friends, probably sent them to her male coworkers for good measure, to make sure they’re immortalized.

No. This is who I am now. A flesh light for this…this brute, this vile, patronizing, manipulative, selfish, muscular, well endowed, very well endowed, beautiful man.

Can I blame him?

I stopped being the center of every conversation after a couple of months.

We were officially dating by then, Fridays had turned into weekends together in his apartment, not a stitch of clothing on my body for two days as he stuck himself repeatedly into every hole I had to offer him.

It all happened much faster than I expected, he was setting up very professional dates through Veronica, tasking her to order me flowers, and random gifts throughout the day. She always had this smile on her face, like she knew something I didn’t, and it always ended up being something else he had done without informing me.

She was the first clue of a shifting narrative that he was weaving around us. He the romantic and I completely swept off my feet…and wasn’t I? Now, when he came over for his visits I started to notice the lingering eyes from the employees that I hadn’t noticed when I viewed what we had as one-sided, me a victim of his unbreakable will, his unquenchable lust, he was wanted. His stride through the cubicles almost silencing the place, women swooning at his sides almost dramatically, men reassessing their social-hierarchal standing…yet, by all accounts he’d chosen me…why?

We started to talk as much as we fucked, he’d look for excuses to do this, buying out restaurants, stadiums, so all we could hear was the entertainment fulya eskort and our voices.

He told me about his home, growing up in the countryside of a third-world country. Earning the first of a myriad of scholarships, the first time he saw his country’s capital city, the shift in pace, how claustrophobic he felt walking those packed streets looking up at towering buildings for the first time but never letting the fear take over him. He told me he buried the shock of it all because of his number one fear… his only fear was the possibility that they were right, that he was worthless, that he was not ‘meant’ to be where he was. He knew that the only way that would ever be true was if he started to believe it, so he never even acknowledged the fear.

I couldn’t find the words to tell him that I felt the same way, that I had an intimate relationship with that fear of mediocrity because he kindled it in my heart every time he… *sigh*

I married him. He asked me and I said yes.

Can I fucking Blame him? This fucking Adonis.

On my wedding night, I waded through a mixture of my family and his, and an overwhelming majority of coworkers. Here to celebrate my ‘retirement’. He didn’t want me to work, he told me it would be against his culture, ‘a wife is meant to take care of a home’.

As of the signing of the marriage contract he now owns 100 percent of my company… That voice in the back of my head tells me it’s not that simple, we’re co-partners. I’m his wife, my opinion matters, my best interests are his best interests, it’s fine, it’s fine.

But…

I’m looking through the crowd trying to find him. My coworkers give me the same smile Veronica gives me daily these days like there’s a joke I’m not in on, and it’s so sad that I’m the only one who doesn’t get it cause it’s all about me.

Veronica was rapidly promoted to my old position. A shift that made no fucking sense, a shift that I tried to fight for, but has no basis in logic, a conversation that he had no interest in having, it was ‘not my concern’, I should focus on the child, my child. That’s who I am now, a baby factory, a breeder… fuck I’ve become my mother.

I feel my 5-month old move inside of me, as restless as I am, ignoring my old friends, my old subordinates on this, a day meant to be filled with joy, all I can feel is anxiety.

In the back of the room, my husband and my former secretary are fucking on top of one of the guest tables. She is on all fours, her cocktail dress bunched up at her waist while my husband, standing behind her rams his cock in and out of her very wet cunt. The other side of her silenced by another partner of the company, employees very casually forming a human wall around them to hide their actions without pulling attention towards themselves, their eyes all faced anywhere but towards me.

My husband notices my presence and says simply.

“I’ll be right with you my love. I’m just teaching the new girl the same lesson we taught you.”

Can I blame him? Or am I the instigator of my downfall?

Like a good wife I turn and walk towards my seat, waiting for my husband to conclude his business.

He tells her to get her most revealing dress on, the one she never wore that lives in the back of her closet. She thinks it shows entirely too much cleavage and leg for someone her age, especially now that it’s her birthday and she is officially a year older.

It fits. Amazing feat really, since she bought it years ago. She sees him come up behind her in the mirror and sets a new necklace around her neck. It’s only when he’s doing the clasp that she notices that this is more than just a necklace. This is a collar. The lock rests back on her neck, the front of the necklace a sparkly silver heart. He looks at her in the mirror with a soft look and say, “Happy birthday baby. Do you like it?”

“It’s perfect, Sir” she replies. She can’t stop staring at the sparkle and thinking about how long he must have been holding onto this. Was it days? Weeks? There are so many questions swirling in her mind, she can’t help but go quiet and melty, leaning back into him for a little support.

He hugs her and keeps her steady, just like always. She hears a click and opens her eyes to see that he just took a mirror selfie of them. He smiles at her surprised face and whispers in her ear, “This is partially why I wanted you in this dress baby. You look amazing. Are you ready? Big night planned”.

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The waiter comes to the table before she’s had a chance to decide what she wants for dinner. Her eyes flit over the menu trying to hurry up and decide while her sir tells the waiter what he wants. He chose the restaurant ahead of time, so he already knew what he was going to order. The pressure is on, and just then the waiter walks away. Her mouth hangs open, eyebrows drawn together. He chuckles a little and asks, “were you too focused again? I ordered for you. It’s okay. Relax. Deep breath in”, he pauses for her and continues “deep breath out… I’ve got you tonight. I’m making the decisions. You just need to enjoy your night. topkapı escort Big plans, remember? This is part one”.

She relaxes in her chair, gradually getting more used to having this much skin exposed. Her sir looks too pleased for her to be self-conscious. The small smirk as he openly checks her out from across the table is the best relaxation technique she could ever think up, but she isn’t about to let him know how easily he affects her.

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He takes her hand as they leave the restaurant. She is so happy. It’s been a perfect night. She feels sexy. There’s a sparkly collar around her neck that means everything to her. She belongs now. There is no question of whether he is keeping her or not. She is his. He is hers. This is the best night ever. Nothing can beat the feeling of security and joy.

She notices he’s not taking the normal route back home. He is driving further into the city. She shoots him a look he can barely see in the dark of the car. He notices and gives her a raised eyebrow. “Do you have something you want to say, Trouble? That look you’re giving me says you don’t trust in The Plan. Don’t think just cause it’s dark that I can’t see.”

She blushes hard and turns her face back to the road, waiting patiently to see what’s next on The Plan.

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They pull up in front of the hotel and she feels her heart start to race. “You didn’t think this was just a dinner date, did you? On the night you get collared? Silly little toy” he smirks again and helps her to stand just outside the car. With the door shielding them on one side, he bends down and drags her panties off, shoving them in his pocket. She gasps and closes her legs quickly, looking around to see if anyone saw him and stage whispers, “WHAT THE HECK?! We are in PUBLIC!”

He grips her chin and stares her down. “Is that any way to speak to me? Shall I rethink the şişli escort plan for alllll the orgasms?” he asked her quietly.

She presses her lips together hard and shakes her head. “No! No thank you! I want them! I want them! Please!”

He nods and retakes her hand to draw her to him and walks her into their room. It’s a big suite, with a couch and a coffee table on one side of the room and a king-sized bed on the other. She hears him coming up behind her after setting down his keys and wallet. There’s a tension now. Anticipation stirs inside her as he begins to undress her, brushing his fingers down her chest and sides as he pulls the dress down till it falls to the floor.

Completely naked now, he leaves her to stand there and walks over to the couch. He scrolls on his phone, and she hears their special sexy time playlist start. She knows this means he’s going to start giving her orders soon and she can’t wait. She starts to step up to him to take her place on the floor at his side when he clears his throat and deadpans, “did I say you were to move?” without ever looking up from his phone.

She stops in her tracks. He didn’t tell her she could move yet.

“Good girl. Come here” he says, pointing at the spot between his legs.

After kneeling down between his legs, she nuzzles his thigh while watching him unbutton his pants. His cock springs out, but she waits for him to allow her to touch him. He gives himself a few pulls, and nods at her to start. She swirls her tongue on the tip before taking him down deep. His sigh the best encouragement she could ask for, she moves up and down on him. Faster. Sucking and licking and swallowing him. He starts grunting a little and she can tell he’s close. Smiling around him, she looks up and meets his eyes. They both take each other in, and he pushes her head down and then pulls her hair, so her mouth releases him.

“You’re mine now. All mine. bayrampaşa escort I’m claiming what’s mine. Get on the bed and lay back. Relax” he says, and he releases her hair.

She scrambles onto the bed, parting her legs the way he likes. There’s no noise to give away what is taking him so long, but soon she feels the cold metal of the paddle rod against her nipple. Her legs squeeze together, wetness starting to form. Just the promise of pain is enough to make her start squirming. He notices her reaction and gives her boob a small swat. Whimpering, her chest rises for more. He goes again, and again. Each time is harder than the time before until she’s no longer wordlessly begging for more. With redness is forming all over her breasts, he trails a finger from her waist to her pussy, shoving them in without resistance.

“You’re soaked baby… ready for those orgasms I promised?” he asks playfully.

Nodding, she opens her legs a little wider and pushes her pussy up to meet his fingers faster. He chuckles at the enthusiasm and dives down, taking his fingers out and plunging his tongue deep into her. Moaning and panting, she grips down on his tongue and cums. Hard. He doesn’t stop though; this is her birthday after all. He goes again, and again, until her legs are shaking and she’s soaking his beard. Looking like she isn’t sure she has another orgasm in her, he kisses up her body slowly and meets her lips with his.

“Don’t worry baby, just one more. I need to feel you around me. Now.” He buries his cock into her, ripping another moan from her as she feels filled.

There’s nothing she can do but lay there and accept his claiming. He moves in and out of her harder than he ever has before. She feels his hand squeeze her already sore boob, making her groan and squeeze around him a little more than she was. It all begins to be too much, and just then she hears him start groaning. She knows he’s cumming, and it makes her push over the edge. His head drops and he kisses and nips at her throat with the force to leave marks. She is truly his. He has marked her all over, just the way she loves- cum dripping from between her legs, redness covering her breasts, hickies on her neck, and a collar around her neck.

1st Anniversary

It was the 1st year anniversary of Jonathan and Kelly first getting together. Matt and Kelly had started dating roughly 7 months after he and his last girlfriend Jessica had broken up due to infidelity on her part. Jess also happened to be best friends with Jonathan’s current girlfriend Kelly which always made for awkward situations and conversations. In the time Jonathan and Jess had been apart they did get updates on each other through various mutual friends. Jess had ended up gaining a bit of weight after getting engaged and married rather quickly to another man. Although Kelly had remained friends she disliked what she had put Jonathan through and Jon refused to make any kind of contact with her even not going with Kelly to the wedding.

Through all these complications Jonathan and Kelly were able to make it though an entire year without any doubt that they should be together. Jonathan wanted to make their first of what he hoped would be many anniversaries special and make Kelly feel like a shining star. Although they had to work on their official anniversary the couple made plans for all Saturday. Jonathan woke up early and make Kelly her favorite breakfast — chocolate chip pancakes with crispy bacon strips and a side of eggs. The young redheaded Kelly had a large smile on her face when she saw him standing in the kitchen with the food on the table could have warmed up a room. After the breakfast the two took showers — together. Kelly ran her fingers through Jonathan’s short black hairs and looked into his brown eyes as he lifted her up in the shower and fucked her. Kelly’s C-cup freckled breasts bounced up and down as Jonathan played with her. The morning shower sex was followed by a hike into the mountains roughly an hour away from home where they enjoyed a picnic lunch looking down the mountains. Once they climbed back down the mountain range they drove to a small family restaurant for dinner which Kelly chose to pay for to make up for Jonathan preparing breakfast and lunch and driving.

Once back at their small apartment the two parked their car and headed up the steps to their door holding hands. Kelly had the biggest smile on her face that Jonathan couldn’t help but look into

“Today was amazing” Kelly said

“Any day is amazing as long as it involves you” Jonathan said back kissing her on the forehead.

Kelly blushed for a moment then snapped back to reality.

“I do have one last surprise for you — got into the bedroom güngören escort and wait for me” Kelly said with a grin.

“Yes mam” Jonathan replied back jokingly expecting more crazy sex like earlier.

Jonathan waited in the bedroom unsure if he should change out of his clothes not knowing what surprise Kelly had in store. The young man wondered what the surprise could be — maybe some sexy outfit, or a new sex toy, or maybe it wasn’t anything sexual at all and she just bought him a watch or sports jersey. A few moments later on Jonathan heard some commotion and then Kelly walked back into the room in her same plain clothes but as beautiful as ever. However Kelly was not alone — she was holding a long leash that trailed out of the room. Jon thought for a second if Kelly had bought a dog or maybe a cat as a pet for them. Kelly pulled on the leash and in came a naked person on all four limbs a collar around their neck attached to the leash. The person was a female and looked a bit chubby however her head was down and the long blonde hair blocked the face. Jonathan continued to stare not knowing who the person crawling on the floor was until she raised her head. Jonathan’s eyes connected with the stunning blue eyes of his ex-girlfriend Jess. On top of the chubby yet cute blonde girl being on her hands and knees with a collar and leash she also had mittens secured onto her hands to prevent her from using her hands and fingers as well as a large heavy duty muzzle gag keeping her quite and docile. She appeared to be a bit unhappy with her situation but unable to do much about it.

“Well what do you think?” Kelly asked giving the leash a tug causing her best friend to grunt into the muzzle.

“I — umm — well — this is for sure a surprise” Jon replied shocked but clearly turned on.

“Well I just figured that my dear friend here treated you so badly in the past that for our 1 year anniversary we could thank her for us ending up together by treating her badly in return” Kelly said with a devil like chuckle which only turned her boyfriend on more.

Kelly’s boyfriend stood for a minute staring at his naked chubby leached and gagged ex-girlfriend as thoughts ran through his head. Jonathan then walked over to Kelly and started kissing her passionately. Kelly kissed him back and then stopped him.

“Play with our new toy pet — I didn’t go through the trouble just to have her watch us” she said looking back zeytinburnu escort at her best friend.

Jonathan needed no more convincing. Jess was brought over the bed and bent over it with her fat ass sticking up in the air. Jonathan’s girlfriend slapped her friends ass repeatedly turning it a bit red and making the blonde groan into her muzzle gag. Jonathan removed his pants and boxers and positioned himself in front of his ex-girlfriend.

Jonathan unsecured Jess’s muzzle and forced his hard cock into her mouth. She gagged and chocked for a moment until she got a breathing momentum going as her ex-boyfriend face-fucked her. Jonathan’s eyes went back and forth between looking at his girlfriend who was just watching him ram her best friend’s mouth and Jess who was looking up at him as she took his dick. Jonathan continued to use Jess as Kelly began to strip out of her clothes and then went over to join. The redhead crawled onto the bed spanking Jess’s ass and playing with her tits as Jonathan kept using her mouth. The situation was so incredibly sexy and amazing. The man finally burst in Jess’s mouth and pulled his still hard and throbbing dick out of her mouth. Jess gasped a bit as saliva and cum dripped out of her mouth and down her lips onto her tits and the bed.

“I know you swallow Jess — be a good pet whore and swallow my wonderful boyfriends cum” Kelly ordered closing her friend’s mouth with one hand forcing her to swallow.

“Ggghhhgg” Jess said as she gurgled and swallowed as ordered.

Jonathan stood up his eyes on his ex-girlfriend’s big fat ass. He had never been able to try anal with her while they dated but now seemed like a perfect time.

“Can I fuck her ass?” he asked Kelly.

“Mmmpphh!?” Jess moaned through Kelly’s hand which was still over her mouth.

“You can do what ever you want honey — just use some lube first” Kelly replied.

Jess tried to wiggle a bit which only made her ass look more desirable. Jonathan lubed up his cock for round 2 and got behind Jess’s big booty. Jessica moaned into Kelly’s hand as her ex-boyfriend slid his hard lubed cock into her ass. Once inside he began to move back and forth picking up speed. Kelly took her hand off her friends mouth and placed both her hands on her head pinching her cheeks.

“My boyfriend is soo amazing. You really let a great guy get away from you. Now he is mine and your just a stupid fuck slut.” The redhead fulya escort said to her best friend as Jonathan continued to pound her rear.

“Ahhhhh!” Jess moaned loudly since she was no longer gagged.

“Shes kinda loud. What if the people in the apartment next door hear her?” Jonathan asked.

Kelly grabbed her boyfriend’s discarded boxers and stuffed them into Jess’s mouth to keep her quite.

“I have an idea wait here” Kelly said as she walked out of the bedroom leaving her boyfriend using her best friend like the human version of a sex doll.

Kelly returned in only a minute or two wearing nothing but a large strap-on. She got back onto the bed and pulled the not damp boxers out of Jess’s mouth and stuffed the rubber penis inside. Jonathan and Kelly was now spit-roasting Jess and Jonathan could not have been more in love with Kelly. The couple kissed and they teamed Jess’s holes. After about 30 minutes of the two ramming her Jonathan finally felt the desire to bust again.

“I’m – gonna — cum” Jonathan mumbled as he gripped Jess’s ass harder.

Kelly grabbed her boyfriend and kissed him.

“Cum in my best friend’s ass” she said with wide eyes and a smile.

Jonathan happily burst in Jess’s fat ass and gave a few last thrusts before pulling out. Kelly pulled the strap-on out of Jess’s mouth allowing her to pant and breath. Jess made no attempts to talk as the three laid on the bed together breathing. Kelly then got up from the bed and grabbed her phone snapping a few pictures of Jess laying on the bed.

“Well that was a lot of fun don’t you think?” she asked to both her boyfriend and her best friend.

Jonathan just nodded as he got up out of the bed and pulled his boxers back on.

“You-” Jess started to say but Kelly put her hand over Jess’s mouth yet again.

“Shhhh. Ne need to talk this is more of a listen thing. You are going to be my boyfriends booty call from now on — or these pictures go to your husband and maybe the internet. I hope we can still be best friends. I’m just being the best girlfriend ever — right babe?” Kelly said to her boyfriend.

“The absolute best” Jonathan replied grabbing his girlfriend and giving her a big passionate kiss.

Jess just glared at her ex-boyfriend and her best friend.

“Oh don’t look so mad you know you liked it! I’m your best friend remember? I know your secrets — and maybe read your diary a bit” Kelly said.

“So what now?” Jonathan asked looking at Jessica still on their bed covered in sweat still wearing a collar, leash, and secured mittens and the muzzle gag on the floor.

“Well – today is Saturday night and her husband is out of town until Monday-” Kelly said.

Jessica’s eyes grew very wide as both Jonathan and Kelly looked back at her with the largest grins she had ever seen.

THE END?

A Babysitter Gets Caned

Yesterday I was tidying out the wardrobe in the spare room when I came across a long soft case with a punishment cane inside. My wife had only ever needed to use it on me on one occasion many years before and I suppose it had been there since. I have only experienced 2 bare bottom canings in life and am not keen to repeat the exercise.

The first is an experience which happened to me in 1970 when I was 19 years old. On the road where we lived there was a married couple who knew my parents quite well. He was a successful businessman, and she did not work. I did not have much contact with them when they came to our house, but I fancied the wife like crazy. Maybe this was because she looked like a more mature and real-life version of a comic actress who was popular at that time. Jane was in her mid-thirties and had a face and body that I would have willingly died for. On occasion I used to watch her walk to the shops past our house and I can still remember the effect that her mini skirt and boots and her thighs used to have on me. She was of course completely out of my league, and had a cold unapproachable air about her, and I do not think I had ever seen her smile. She was my favourite teenage fantasy and I used to lie in my bed and masturbate whilst thinking about her.

I went to University and at the end of the first term I returned home for the Christmas holidays. After a few days of mooching around I was getting bored, when one afternoon Jane rang up my Mum and asked her if I would be able to baby sit her 7-year-old daughter that evening. Her normal babysitter was ill. Jane was going out alone to a Christmas party, her husband being abroad on a business trip.

I turned up at about 8 o’clock, by which time her daughter was asleep in bed, and Jane told me she should not wake and I should have no problems, gave me a telephone number where she could be reached, showed me where the tea, coffee, and biscuits were to be found, switched on the television, and telling me as she left she would be back after midnight.

I watched a little television, but viewing choices were limited in those days and within a couple of hours I was bored. I remember there was a photograph of Jane on the sideboard. I cannot remember it being particularly revealing, but as I studied it şirinevler escort I developed an erection and started to stroke myself. At first I touched myself under my underpants and trousers but soon I freed myself and undid my flies.

Then the disaster happened. Jane appeared in front of me, and I saw her gazing down at my erect penis. I blushed, lost my erection, and stuffed it back into my trousers, She had arrived early, and quietly come in so as not wake her child, and I had been too “busy” to hear to her enter the house. She was not amused. She shut the lounge door and coldly asked me what would have happened if her daughter had come downstairs.

I remember her specifically say “If you want to wank do it on your own time and in your bedroom.”

I suddenly became very frightened she would tell my parents, but she was already ahead of me. I remember her telling me she was not sure if she were going to tell my Mum and Dad about my “disgraceful behaviour” and needed time to sleep on her decision, but if she decided to tell them she would warn me first. She paid me for the evening and sent me home. I spent the night and most of the following morning in agonies of waiting until around lunchtime she phoned the house and told me to come to her house because she had underpaid me the night before. I knew this was untrue but virtually ran up the street to her house. She met me at the door, didn’t invite me in, but told me that she had found a solution and that I was to come back at 8 o’clock that evening but not tell my parents where I had gone.

That evening after telling my parents I was going down to the pub, I left the house and then doubled back to Jane’s door. She let we in and told me were alone and that she had sent her daughter to her Nan’s for the night. As we stood in the entry hallway her next words nearly floored me.

“Have you ever been beaten?”

I hesitated. “Yes at school but not at home” I croakily said.

“By whom, how, and what with” she asked.

“Six of the best by the headmaster” I replied.

“On the bare” she asked.

“No, They made us wear thin pyjamas”.

She paused. Looked me in the eye and spoke again. “Then this will be a new experience for you because I’m going to cane you on your bare merter escort buttocks…twelve strokes”.

She instructed me to go to the lounge/dining room take all my clothes off, fold them neatly on the chair and wait for her. A short while later she came into the room carrying a punishment cane about a metre in length with a black leather grip and I noticed for the first time she was dressed in a miniskirt and showing a length of stockinged thigh, but no boots. Despite my predicament, to my acute embarrassment my penis stood immediately to attention, and I put my hands over my groin to cover my nakedness.

She ignored my arousal and told me to bend over the dining room table with my belly over a pillow she had already placed there, place my feet about two feet apart, and hold onto the far edge of the table and not to get up again until she told me to, otherwise extra penalty strokes would need to be given.

I did as I was told and waited, and then I felt her tap the cane a couple of times on my posterior to get her aim, and then the first stroke whistled and bit into my bottom, and a searing pain spread across my bum cheeks. I gasped and jumped up briefly but remembering what she had said, I quickly and firmly grabbed the end of the table in time to receive the second stroke. The pain was agonising, and I started to rise but was able to stop myself from moving further by holding white knuckled onto the end of the table.

“You are not going to be able to hold still are you” she said and bound both my hands to the top of the opposite table legs with two of her husband’s colourful patterned ties.

After that she slowly and efficiently completed the caning. The strokes were deliberately given every ten seconds and covered my entire backside and they hurt like hell. By the time she had finished I was sobbing from pain and my torso was damp with sweat. By then my erection had been beaten out of me and she untied me told me to sit naked on the settee to recover and bizarrely she would make us a cup of tea. She came back in a few minutes with a tray and when she turned around my erection had returned.

What she did next was an even bigger shock. She sat down looked at me and I remember she was a little flushed and the tip of her tongue was visible maslak escort between her lips. She reached down and took my foreskin between thumb and fingers. She said little except “You can’t leave with a hard on like this can you.” And then she gave me a slow skilled hand job. She denied my orgasm as best she could by stopping and squeezing but I was more horny than I had ever been in my life and after a few minutes I ejaculated over the settee and the carpet.

And then following this, she stood, picked up the cane again and firmly told me I had four penalty strokes coming.

“Two for not holding still and two for the mess on my carpet.”

And for the first time I saw the hint of a smile. She made me bend back over the table, “hold on tight,” and delivered four extremely severe rapid strokes. These were given within the space of a few seconds and were even worse than those I had received before, and I think the last two were delivered whilst I was standing.

She told me to put my clothes on and drink my tea and then said I should go home. As she walked me to the door she said to me *none of this ever happened, but I’m sure you’ll remember your lesson.”

Later that night I ran my hand across my heavily bruised and ridged bum, and I wanked myself off at least another two times before going to sleep, once when I woke up in the morning and a couple of times the following afternoon and evening as I replayed the happening of the previous day in my head. By the time I had finished I remember my penis was sore and the foreskin bleeding. My arse took 2 weeks to heal but fortunately my girlfriend was in Greece, and I did not see her for about another 3 weeks when I returned to University.

I never saw her again because shortly after that She and her husband moved house, and by the time I came home at Easter they had gone.

In hindsight Jane set me up. She had a punishment cane in the house, was extremely proficient in is use, and clearly no novice. She knew we would not meet again. In the days following my caning at her hands and my dawning realisation of her hidden character, I did not know whether to feel happy or sorry for her husband.

I have relived the events of that half hour so often that they are indelibly written on my memory, and I am virtually certain that they happened exactly as I recall, although it is now many years on. I never told my current girl friend at the time about what had happened, but later described it to another who became very horny and would ask me to describe it to her when we had sex. Soon afterwards she bought herself a long rattan cane with a leather grip, and a little later we married.

I walk back to my office with a look of shock and disgust plastered on my face. I briefly contemplate marching straight to the HR department to report Nicholas but know he’s way too popular and no one will believe me over him. With an exasperated sigh I sit back down at my desk and get to work writing the reports on the huge pile of cases I’m working on, just in case I do decide to take him up on his stupid offer. I feel so angry and powerless at his proposal since I know, and he knows, how badly I want that job.

Despite how great my desire is for the job, I’m leaning towards declining as the day drags on. That is until I see my nemesis walk in. Natalie Turner. She’s the dictionary definition of a slut, and definitely slept her way into the position she’s at now. In fact if the rumors around the building are true, she’s given blow jobs to everyone in the accounting department, so it’s no wonder she gets the largest bonuses of anyone else at her position in the company. She flashes me a falsely sweet smile as she closes my door behind her with her oh so perfectly manicured nails.

“Hey, Katie, how’s your day going?” She asks me patronizingly using the nickname I always hated. I glare at her up from the form I’m filling out.

“What do you want Natalie?” I ask tersely without even bothering to answer her question, knowing full well she’s only here cause she either wants something or to gloat about some good fortune of hers. In response she just shakes her head and tuts at me.

“Now, now, Kate, hun. That’s no way to talk to your soon-to-be superior. Didn’t you hear that fındıkzade escort Nick has me as the frontrunner for the head of the patent department?” Natalie asks with a superior smile. My eyes narrow and I slam my pen down.

“Is that so? Well I guess it does pay to sell out your dignity and gender,” I throw back in a nasty tone. Natalie just laughs humorlessly and whisks back her long brown hair.

“Oh Katie, I like you, it’ll be a shame I have to fire you as my first act in the new role,” she says casually while idly straightening out her far too tight white blouse. My face goes white and my eyes widen in horror.

“B-but you can’t do that, that’s not fair…”

“What’s not fair is you constantly belittling me for using my, ahem, god-given gifts to the best of my ability. It’s your own fault for not capitalizing on that power yourself,” She cuts me off with a haughty smirk as she turns on her heels to leave my office.

“This was just a courtesy call to let you know you’re screwed, toodles” Natalie chuckles as she exits my office and leaves me fuming in my chair. A feeling of hopelessness settles in as I can’t bear the thought of losing this job, and there’s no way in hell I’ll get a recommendation from this place for another job so I’m doubly screwed. Then I remember suddenly that I still have a way out. I just have to give up my body for a few measly hours and I keep my life on track. It won’t be that bad, right? I tell myself this as I try and convince myself over the next couple hours that I can go through bahçelievler escort with this.

With my mind as distracted as it is, it takes a long time to finally finish all my reports, and it’s just past 5:30 by the time I finish. I scramble down the stairs to the parking lot and speed all the way to Nicholas’ house. As fast my high heels will carry me, I clamber up his front porch and knock on the door, wondering with a vague sense of unease how late I am. Merely a second later Nicholas opens the door wearing faded jeans and a grey t-shirt.

“It’s 5:55, you’re late. I don’t approve of tardiness,” he says with a straight face in a disapproving tone.

“Y-you gave me a totally unreasonable amount of…”

“Don’t make this worse for yourself, I don’t want to hear your excuses. Just sign this.” He cuts me off abruptly as I’m out of breath from running, and he hands me a clipboard and a pen. I sign the document with trembling hands and a devilish smile slowly grows on his face as I finish signing.

“Excellent, now that we’ve got that out of the way, I think we should have a drink to take some of that nervous energy away, don’t you?” Nicholas asks as he casually motions me inside, feeling like I’ve signed my life away. As I step inside I expect to see some sort of sex dungeon, but instead I’m walking into a very homely living room, complete with cozy furniture, pristine hardwood floors, and….family photos?

“I-I didn’t know you were married,” I state distastefully as I add adultery to the sins bağcılar escort I’m probably committing tonight. He merely shrugs as he walks into the kitchen and pulls out a bottle of wine.

“Happily in fact, my wife travels a lot and understands that I have needs, though I keep some of those needs a secret even from her,” he laughs with a mirthless grin. I fall into a dumbfounded silence, seething at Nicholas inwardly as he just seems more and more messed up the more I know about him.

“Now some quick ground rules, you’ll officially be the new patent department head if you can make it through the whole night and obey my every wish. Though I may tell you at certain times you can try and escape just to make things more interesting,” He adds with a wistful expression. My face lights up noticeably at the possibility of maybe being able to end this sooner that I thought, which he notices and his expression turns into a deadly grin.

“Besides that one exception, no is not in your vocabulary tonight. That means no safe words, no regard for what you want, no disobeying what I say. If you defy me, well, this night will be much more difficult than you’d like,” Nicholas says with a playful smile, almost daring me to disobey him.

“Ok fine, I get it, I’m the sex slave of a perverted creep for the night, I’ll say nothing except, ‘yes sir, harder daddy!'” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. Surprisingly, he merely shakes his head and chuckles darkly.

“Oh, you have so much to learn about being submissive. You’ll regret those words in a minute,” he says lightly with a slight edge to his voice. I’m suddenly aware of the ticking of a clock in the living room above the mantle. Every tick marching me closer to the impending doom awaiting me. Nicholas hands me a wine glass and stands in front of me, blocking my view of the clock so I have no idea when 6:00 finally arrives.

“Drink up, your initiation is about to begin.”

A New Kind Of Family (2/2)

Part Four — Training

It had been two days since Jon’s step-daughter Kaitlyn stumbled into the sex room in the basement of the mansion. It had been two days since Kaitlyn discovered that her new step-father Jon enjoyed dominating women — and that her own mother was aware of his secrets. Two days since she saw those pictures of her mother being Jon’s submissive slut. It had been two days since Kaitlyn found all this out and then asked her new step-father to teach and train her and dominate her the way he had dominated other women — the way he dominated her mother.

The alarm on Jon’s phone beeped waking him up. He rolled over his hand hitting his phone several times until his fingers landed correctly and the alarm was placed on snooze. He turned back around and looked at the empty side of the bed where his new wife Linda would be sleeping if she was not on her business trip. Jon then sat up stretching his arms before walking to the large balcony window to let in some sunlight. As he moved back the curtains morning light poured into he room. It was then that he looked over at the cage in the corner of the room where Kaitlyn had spent the last two nights. It was not comfortable but Jon had told her it was part of her training so she obeyed.

“Wake up pet” Jon said walking over to the cage.

“Yes J- I mean daddy” Kaitlyn responded as she crawled out of the cage on all fours and then got into a kneeling position next to Jon.

“Stand” Jon commanded.

Kaitlyn did as she was told and stood up. The sunlight bounced off her pale naked skin giving the look of a shimmering light around her.

“You and your mother have such great figures” Jon said pulling Kaitlyn in close and giving her a nibble on the neck.

“Thank you daddy — I do need to get dressed for work though-” Kaitlyn said blushing.

Kaitlyn still had a job so although she was being trained by her step-father she still had to be normal some of the time. Jon was not unreasonable about this and of course still let Kaitlyn have her own life separate from the submission and petplay. Although they had only just started training many ground rules had already been set — Kaitlyn still got her personal life and could do as she pleased but when they were both home and horny Jon took charge. Over the following days Jon and Kaitlyn would work and live their normal lives then when they got home Kaitlyn would be trained or used how Jon thought best. Sometimes Kaitlyn slept in her room, sometimes in the cage, and sometimes in bed with Jon.

Over the next several days and weeks while Linda was on her business trip Jon would continue to have his way with her daughter and train her to follow in her mother’s footsteps f being a good submissive servant. As the days went by Kaitlyn’s mind was more and more warped and she did more and more things Jon said to do. She was determined to make her new step-daddy happy. Kaitlyn found her self getting railed and rammed in all sorts of positions in just about every room in the mansion. She even used the sex swing in the basement more than once. By the end of the month Jon hopped Kaitlyn’s conditioning would be far enough along.

As the days and weeks progressed Kaitlyn actively chose to spend more and more time at the mansion. She still went to work as usual but she spent less time with her coworkers after shift and with her friends. She became more focused on Jon’s training and more determined to be a good pet servant and slave to Jon. She spent most of her time in the mansion serving Jon — being bound or chained, gagged, collared, teased, pleasured. Jon made it his goal to have Kaitlyn like clay in his hands by the time her mother returned from her trip.

Part Five — New Pet

“Yes — as I said in the email I need this trade done by Monday. If we loose this chance its will be a lot of time and money down the drain. Just get it don’t and send me the documents when your done.” Jon said over the phone before hanging up his desk phone and letting out a big sigh. “Do you see what I have to deal with Kaitlyn?” the man added looking down under his desk.

His red haired step-daughter was kneeling under the desk wearing barley anything apart from some sexy lingerie. A black leather collar was around her neck connected to a leash that was laying on the floor. The subtle buzzing of vibrators inside Kaitlyn’s pussy and ass could be heard as pleasure surged through her body. Her head moved back and forth as she pleasured Jon’s hard cock with her mouth. She paused for a moment taking her mouth off the older man’s dick and looking up at him with her big brown eyes a bit a saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth.

“Yes daddy — You are such a big hard worker.” She got out before Jon’s hand was on her head guiding her back to suck his cock without a word spoken.

“Good girl — not a good as your mother but your only just started.” Jon said as his step-daughter went back to bobbing up and down on his hard manhood.

For several more minutes Kaitlyn serviced Jon until he grabbed a fist full of her red hair and exploded into her mouth. Jon pulled up his drawers and stood from his chair. mecidiyeköy escort Kaitlyn crawled out from under the desk but remained on her knees as if waiting for a command.

“Take out those toys and meet me in the room in 15 minutes — and put the latex on” Jon said before walking out of his office.

Kaitlyn did as was ordered and headed down to the playroom. Within a very short span of time Jon had taken Linda’s 21 year old daughter and turned her into a submissive slut like her mother. She of course didn’t know everything yet but she had a little bit of foundation and was very determined to not only serve Jon like her mom but maybe even be better than her. Afterall Kaitlyn thought she was younger and could probably do things her mom couldn’t or wouldn’t — she didn’t want to steal Jon from her mom only help serve him.

Kaitlyn walked down the stairs and into the playroom. She headed over to the desk where there were several cabinets with outfits. She removed what little clothing she had on and grabbed a white latex fullbody latex suit and started to but it on. It was tight almost like a second layer of skin. Her breasts and ass especially felt tight and restricted. Once it was on she looked at herself in the mirror on the opposite wall. In a matter of days she had become a fuck toy for her step-father something she had asked to become. She wondered how her mother first became submissive and thought of the images of her mom in the book and what other crazy and wild things she and Jon may have done. She then grabbed a matching white latex mask and started to put in over her head allowing her long red hair to flow out a hole in the back like a ponytail. With the mask on Kaitlyn was almost completely encased in this white rubber suit. There were openings on her eyes nose and mouth along with some flap openings for her pussy and ass.

“Now look at you” Jon said from the doorway looking up and down at his step-daughter’s figure in the tight latex suit.

“Do I look good daddy?” Kaitlyn asked wiggling her butt.

Jon made his way over to the latex covered Kaitlyn. He grabbed her and ran his hands over her curbes groping her breasts and ass cheeks with glee and desire despite having them many times since Linda had left on her business trip. Jon’s fingers went to the clasps holding the flaps covering Kaitlyn’s large breasts. One after the other he unhinged them revealing her milky white tits and pink nipples. He played with her melons for a few minutes with his hands and mouth before moving onto the ass opening. The older man released the latex cover in the read revealing his doll’s ass as well and then played with that for a few minutes as well.

“Kait my cute redhaired slut — but there are a few more things to add to your outfit” Jon said with a smile.

Although Jon had been training Kaitlyn for a bit now there was still plenty for her to still learn. Kaitlyn looked up at her dominator wondering what he had planned but knowing whatever it was she wanted it. Without a word Jon walked over to the wall with tons of different tools from whips and paddles to blindfolds and gags. He then pulled a gag with a big metal circle in it off the wall and what looked like some small hooks attached to straps and then a pair of leather cuffs and a second pair of leather cuffs with a long metal bar between them. Kaitlyn’s eyes grew wide with excitement and curiosity. Jon walked back over to his step-daughter with the hand full of items and then placed them onto the table in the middle of the room.

“Bend over the table and spread your legs” Jon said holding the metal bar and cuffs in one hand.

Kaitlyn did as she was told. Jon then crouched down and secured the cuffs to the girl’s ankles. With a cuff on each ankle and the bar between them Kaitlyn’s legs were held apart and open. Jon then walked around the table and grabbed Kaitlyn’s wrists. He secured the second pair of cuffs and then linked them to a latch on the table forcing her into a bent over position.

“Ohhh guess I’m trapped here and all yours” Kaitlyn said with a giggle as she playfully tugged against the cuffs.

Jon still without speaking walked back around the table behind Kaitlyn and grabbed the gag from the table. Since he was standing behind Kaitlyn she could not see what he was doing. Then without warning she felt a hand grabbing her head and pulling her back, Jon pressed the ring into the girl’s mouth between her teeth and secured it tight around the back of her head with the strap and clasp.

“Aahhhggg” Kaitlyn let out her tongue thrashing around through the metal ring.

“One last touch” Jon said before grabbing her head a second time.

This time Kaitlyn felt something go into both her nostrils and tug hard. The hooked object was a nose hook that Jon quickly attached to the gag pulling Kaitlyn’s nostrils up. Kaitlyn made some gurgling sounds and struggled but she still trusted Jon and knew she was his property now anyway — she couldn’t escape if she wanted to and she didn’t want to. Jon walked back around to the front to see Kaitlyn. He pulled out his camera and took a picture of the beşiktaş escort white latex suit wearing submissive stepdaughter all cuffed, gagged, and hooked up.

“This will be your first picture for the photobook.” Jon said waving the camera in front of Kaitlyn’s face.

“Aaahhhaaagg” Kaitlyn let out through her gag.

Jon then walked back around Kaitlyn and grabbed a paddle off the wall. Then without warning the sound of a whack echoed in the room and Kaitlyn felt a sharp pain on her pare pale ass. Then Jon swung agan spanking her — and again and again. Kaitlyn continued to let out one strange moaning sound after another as her step-father paddled her bottom.

“Does that hurt pet? Your mom normally thanks me when I do this” Jon said teasing his prey.

“Ahhahahaahg?!” was all Kaitlyn could respond with as Jon continued to smack her ass with the paddle.

After a bit Jon stopped and hung the paddle back onto the wall. He took his time walking to and from the wall leaving Kaitlyn cuffed down her normally very pale white ass now as red as a boiled lobster from the spanking.

“Remember — I am in control. The pain — the pleasure — anything in between. I control it all and I control you to.” Jon explained as drool dripped down from Kaitlyn’s ringgagged mouth her eyes watering a bit.

The girl nodded to show she understood what he said and her place in his world. Jon then grabbed a bottle of lube. Kaitlyn could feel Jon’s hands on her ass which by this point was no longer a new or unusual sensation. She felt her cheeks spread and the warm lube.

“Ahhahahaahg?!” Kaitlyn let out as she felt Jon’s hard cock thrust into her ass.

Kaitlyn continued to let out one strange moaning sound after another as Jon moved in and out of her. The girl’s eyes rolled into he back of her head as Jon used her rear hole as a pleasure tool. After a long time of anal pounding Jon pumped his seed into Kaitlyn and gave a final thrust before busting inside her.

“Ahhh” Jon grunted.

Jon then cleaned himself up while Kaitlyn’s ass leaked with her step-dad’s juices. Jon then grabbed a set of vibrating dildos from a cabinet and slid them into her holes and turned them on. Kaitlyn let out gurgled moaned of pleasure ad the toys went to work on her body.

“Good job. Now enjoy this reward. Ill come back and get you in a few hours” Jon said before walking to the door, turning off the light, and closing the door leaving Kaitlyn along in the dark vibrators on.

By the time the Linda’s month long business trip was coming to a close Jon wished he had more time but knew that his training had already taken hold on the young horny and impressionable 21 year old redhead. Kaitlyn was now under Jon’s charm and spell but the next hurdle wasn’t anything involving Kaitlyn but how her mother would react and if she would accept her daughter’s new role. Jon debated trying to just keep it a secret from Linda when she returned — maybe use Kaitlyn when Linda wasn’t around but it was to risky and would only be a matter of time before Linda found out. Jon thought it would be best to just put it all out on the table and hope that the weeks of training with Kaitlyn and the several years of conditioning Linda before them getting married would work in his favor.

Part Six — Linda Returns Home

Linda stepped off the plane and onto the platform. She moved her long red hair out of her pale freckled face and scanned the airport with her big brown eyes. She smiled knowing she was finally going to back home and be able to see her new husband Jon and her daughter Kaitlyn. Linda made her way through the airport and found the limo driver holding a sign with her name. Although she had refused a lot of this luxury at first she finally caved and agreed to have Jon send a limo to take her back to the mansion from the airport instead of using a taxi like she had when she left the mansion about a month ago. The driver seemed kind enough and very polite. He helped Linda get into the grey limo then loaded everything into the back. The ride was approximately 40 minutes from the airport so Linda tried to make herself comfortable. There was a chilled bottle and some glasses with a note which read ‘LOVE JON’ on it.

“Oh Jon — ” Linda said blushing a little as she grabbed the botted and poured herself a glass.

The rest of the limo ride was rather quite. The driver said nothing and Linda looked out the window with a smile enjoying the view as they drove by.

“We have arrived miss” the driver said as the grey stretch limo pulled into the large driveway of the mansion.

The sun glinted off the many windows of the large building Linda and her daughter would now call home thanks to Jon. The driver got out and went around the limo to open the door for Linda however she had already gotten out on her own since she was not used to the standard practice. The driver then started to unload the vehicle as Linda walked up to the large wooden front doors and entered her password on the keypad. The doors unlocked and opened up allowing Linda to walk in.

“There is my beautiful wife!” Jon said as Linda walked etiler escort through the doors leaving them both open for the driver to start bringing in her luggage.

“My handsome husband!” Linda said back with a giggle as she embraced Jon and they shared a long overdue kiss.

“If I was only a minute or two faster I could have greeted you properly with the doors wide open for you.” Jon said.

“No worries. I know you are a busy hardworking man. I hope my daughter didn’t give you to much trouble while I was gone.” Linda said in

“Of course not — Kaitlyn was far better than I could have ever expected or wished for.” Jon replied.

“That’s good to hear. Where is my daughter? Is she here?” Linda asked looking around as the limo driver finished unloading the luggage into the house.

“Will that be all sir?” the driver asked.

“Yes. Thank you. Your tip was charged with the limo as usual.” Jon told the driver.

“Thank you sir.” The driver replied with a tip of his hat before walking out of the mansion.

Jon closed the large wooden doors of the house then turned back to his wife.

“Sorry dear — yes Kaitlyn is home.” Jon replied.

“Oh good I got her some gifts!” Linda said with a big smile.

“Just her? You didn’t get anything for me?” Jon asked with a smile placing his hand on Linda’s shoulder and then running it down her body to cup one of her breasts.

“Jon! Don’t let Kaitlyn see you act like that!” Linda playfully snapped.

“I don’t think you will see and if she does she wont mind — you are mine afterall” Jon toyed back at Linda.

“Okay — and of course I got something for you — its this fat pale ass that I know you have been craving” Linda whispered into Jon’s ear.

“I have been craving you my dear.” Jon said with an evil grin.

“Well should we get this luggage to the room then?” Linda asked looking at the several bags the driver had brought into the house.

“How about we go see your daughter first — I’m sure you two will be happy to see each other. I have been waiting for the moment you two got reunited” Jon said leading Linda by the wrist through th mansion.

“It has only been a month — I have gone on business trips before. Kaitlyn is a grown woman I’m sure she did fine without me.” Linda said jokingly as her husband lead her through the house and over the the basement door.

“Kaitlyn is downstairs?” Linda asked looking at the stairs through the open door and then at her husband.

“Yes — we have spent a lot of time down here while you have been gone –” Jon replied.

“She break into the booze in your bar?” Linda said a bit perplexed guessing on why her new husband and her daughter would be in the basement of the mansion.

“No-” Jon said as they both walked down the stairs and into the large bar area.

“Oh have you been teaching her about all your cars?” Linda asked looking over at the door that lead to the garage with all of Jon’s expensive and collectable cars and motorcycles.

“No-” Jon replied as they both turned to face the door under the staircase.

Linda paused and looked at the door only a couple feet in front of her. She knew first hand what Jon used that room for and what was usually inside. She had been inside that room many times with Jon but why would her 21 year old daughter be in that room.

“Your daughter stumbled onto this room only a week or so after you left. I know we agreed to keep it locked while not in use so she wouldn’t walk in and see everything but your daughter ended up getting inside — I caught her looking through one of the photobooks. There was no use trying to lie or hide anything once she was in this room an d saw everything. I did suggest she just walk out and pretend she didn’t see any of it. Your daughter had a different idea in mind though — and I wasn’t about to deny my new step-daughter’s request.” Jon explained as he placed his hand on the handle.

Jon turned the handle on the door and pulled it open. The bright lights in the room were already on reflecting off the white walls. Linda knew this room very well — in the 2 years she and Jon had dated before getting married she had spent many hundreds of hours in here.

“Kaitlyn — your mommy is back home from her trip” Jon said as he walked into the room with his wife who followed him her mind still spinning and trying to process what was going on.

“Mmmmppphhh?!?!” came a muffled voice from inside the room.

Linda’s eyes focused on the source of the noise in the room. There against the wall was a naked woman — Jon’s wife took a step closer to the woman chained to the white wall in the shape of an ‘X’. Linda almost didn’t even recognize her at first but once she took a few more steps closer she saw it was her daughter. Kaitlyn no longer had the long red hair that she and her mother shared. Instead her hair was now cut very short not shaved or balled but more of a male cut then a girl’s for sure. A large black ballgag filled her mouth and was strapped around her head. Her nipples had small vibrating clamps on them and the skin around the nipples looked a bit red from how long they had been on. Kaitlyn’s pussy and ass both had life like vibrating dildos popping out as they gyrated drops of her juices dripping down her legs and onto the floor. Kaitlyn looked up at her mother and Linda’s and Kaitlyn’s brown eyes met. Linda felt the hand of her husband on her shoulder as she stood there seeing that her new husband had turned her daughter into a sex pet like her.

“So…can I buy you a drink?”

Eve smiled patronizingly at the hopeful question, her glittering brown eyes sweeping across the older man’s face slowly. He wasn’t ugly. Not handsome certainly, but not ugly, and he had money if his watch and shoes weren’t borrowed. But his body left more to be desired with its soft edges, and the desperation was poorly concealed in his voice.

“I’m sorry, but I’m waiting for someone.” She said sweetly in between the drops of heavy bass thundering around the place, tucking a strand of wayward hair behind her ear delicately and looking to the door. The man muttered something softly and moved away, but not before taking a long last look at her young, curved body as it struggled to stay contained within the tight red dress she wore. Eve smirked to herself and flipped her hair back, eyeballing him as he disappeared into the crowd. He may not have been very attractive, and it WAS true that she was waiting for her date, but she could never resist the urge to tease someone. Turning back to face the bar, she raised the short glass there to her red lips, allowing the last dregs of a whiskey coke to slide between them. As she set the now empty glass down, a soft, purring voice whispered into her right ear.

“Looks like you could use another drink darling.” Eve turned her head; finding clear blue eyes and a pale face framed in platinum blond curls staring back at her. Thick pink lips pursed slightly before curling into a sweet smile and a small, equally pale hand set a full martini glass down before her. Eve returned the smile, turning to face the smaller woman while attempting to hide her surprise.

“Looks like you’ve got it covered…Alyson.” The woman’s smile broadened as she extended a hand. Eve took it softly, noting the smooth warmth of Alyson’s hand and the perfect French tips on her nails. They stayed that way for a few moments, each taking the opportunity to openly evaluate the other. Alyson was several inches shorter than Eve, despite being a decade older, but her short stature suited her well. Her bust, small to average, appeared larger because of it, as did what was quite clearly an extraordinarily tight derriere. Impossibly long legs extended, smooth and pale, from the hem of a black skirt to beautiful strapped black heels, and a simple white blouse finished the elegant look perfectly. Eve could feel Alyson’s eyes running over her, taking in the small, tight red dress; lingering on the soft golden skin of her dancer’s thighs and the bulging cleavage of her large bust. Alyson’s hand slipped from hers and reached up to stroke her hair, moving slowly from just behind her ear all the way down to the ends resting against the small of her back.

“I love what you’ve done with your hair, darling. So very…alternative.” Alyson smiled more seductively as the word alternative slid out of her lips, her fingers tugging experimentally at the new thin red and blond streaks in Eve’s dark brown hair. Eve returned the smile and the favor, twirling a long finger into one of the shoulder-length blond curls running alongside Alyson’s cheek. Leaning in close to the older woman, Eve whispered into her ear with a heavy, sultry voice.

“I see that we’re both satisfied with the view. So how about your…friend?” Alyson smiled again, clutching her drink in one hand and grabbing Eve’s in the other. Eve barely managed to remember her own drink as she was steered firmly through the crowded club, finally coming to stop at a table in a dark corner of the farthest room. Sitting at the table was a very large, muscular man with darkly handsome features.

“Eve, allow me to introduce my husband, Darius.” The man took Eve’s offered hand and softly pressed it to his lips as he stood. Towering over her despite the ridiculous heels she wore, his mysterious black eyes stared directly into her own. Eve had to admit, if only to herself, that he was far more handsome in person than he had been in the pictures they’d shared online. He had a sort of other-side-of-ugly quality about him that gave her that all too familiar twinge in her loins. His black hair was cropped close and clean, and heavy eyebrows with a short, thick beard completed the look. The muscles of his arms and torso stood out more than clearly through the t-shirt and dress shirt he wore and she could just imagine them rippling under his gorgeous olive skin. Like his wife, he held her hand for much longer than necessary, his eyes also şişli escort exploring her body without pretense.

“Such an honor to finally meet the famous Eve. You can’t imagine how pleased I am, and I imagine my wife is, to see that you are even more beautiful in person.” His voice was deep and melodic, with just a hint of the accent that betrayed his birth in Spain. Eve smiled warmly at him and subconsciously flipped her hair again as Alyson placed a soft hand on the small of her back.

“Only as pleased as I am to find the same of the two of you, I assure you.” Alyson’s hand slid lower as Eve spoke, coming to a rest at the top of her ass. Eve turned to look at her and found mischievous blue eyes looking back at her. Glancing back to Darius, who she found was watching with earnest, Eve reached up and grabbed Alyson by the chin softly. Looking hard into those blue eyes, she locked lips with the older woman, kissing lightly at first and then much harder as Alyson’s hand dropped and began to squeeze. They held themselves that way, mouths working as lips and tongues pressed and danced against each other. Before long the small hand squeezing Eve’s ass was joined by another which, rather than start squeezing, slipped long fingers under the hem of her dress and crept slowly upwards. Alyson broke the kiss and leaned upwards to lick Eve’s earlobe as the hand continued upwards, dragging the bottom of her dress with it to expose the bottom half of her ass.

“I’m SO glad to see that you weren’t lying about liking to play in public…but I wonder just how much?” She suddenly drug the dress all the way up to the small of Eve’s back, exposing everything from the belly-button down. A finger slipped under the thin waistband of her black g-string and tugged lightly, threatening to truly expose her to the entire club. After a breathless moment of playful pulling and wicked smiling, Alyson released the g-string. She gave Eve’s ass another rough squeeze and then a sharp, loud spank that drew nearby eyes before pulling the dress back down.

“That was…exciting, but it would be shame to be kicked out of such a nice place, especially before we have a chance to dance.” Eve nodded and sipped her drink as Alyson turned her attention to Darius, planting a heavy kiss on his lips. Eve watched as her hand rubbed casually against his crotch, trying to ignore the incredible heat that was trying desperately to spread from her wetted loins to the rest of her body. She was already losing control, having been anticipating this particular meeting far more than usual, and she simply could not take her eyes off of Alyson’s hand as it continued its slow and interestingly long up and down motion. Luckily for her pride in self-control, Darius quickly suggested they move to the dance floor and guided them there with a large hand on each of their backs.

The music was a clamoring mix of bass-heavy house music and hip hop. It wasn’t really her type of music at all, but Eve wasn’t there for that. The three of them pushed and wound their way towards the center of the packed floor, the girls earning at least a half dozen grinds and fondles each on the way. Once there they began to move freely. Eve had always been an excellent dancer, and was extremely pleased to find that both Alyson and Darius were equally skilled. Before long they were lost in the moment, grinding against each other and those around them indiscriminately. The trio of whiskey cokes Eve had drunk before Alyson’s arrival had her warm and pleasantly fuzzy, and she could see that Alyson at least, if not Darius as well, was feeling similarly buzzed. They spent the next half hour or so dancing, often with her in the middle of the other two as their hands ran over her. Alyson would grind against her front, hands on her hips or clutching at her ass under her dress as Darius pressed his now obviously large bulge against her ass and his hands against her bust. Those around them, particularly the men, kept close watch as her and Alyson’s lips met often, finally meeting and locking together for minutes at a time.

At some point the DJ stopped the music for some kind of announcement, and the three of them broke apart. Alyson was eying both Darius and Eve with a wild excitement, and Eve could sense the same from Darius. They had agreed on an open, no commitment initial meeting to make sure they were all who they said they were. But, taksim escort the undertone both ways had been quite clear; if they were who they said they were and they all got along well enough, this night was going to end in a crowded, soaked bed. Noting both the insane depravity being imagined in her own mind and the monstrous ache developing between her legs, she smiled mischievously at Alyson and grabbed her hand, pulling her close.

“So…your place? Or mine?”

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A cool summer’s night breeze kissed Eve’s hot skin and teased her long hair as she navigated the parking lot hand-in-hand with Alyson, both of them stumbling slightly. Darius followed a few steps behind, and both of them took great fun in winking and smiling seductively over their shoulders at him, giggling and lightly smacking each other’s asses for him. A group of older men passed by, catcalling and whistling their way. Grinning tremendously, Alyson spanked Eve hard for them, earning more catcalls. Eve, determined not to be outdone, turned their way and flashed her tits, jiggling them mightily before stuffing them haphazardly back into her dress. Laughing heartily at the stunned faces, Alyson guided her to a large black SUV with dark windows, pushing her up against its side and pressing herself against her. Never taking her eyes off of Eve’s barely re-contained breasts, she called back to her husband.

“Mind driving honey? I want to sit in back with Eve, make sure she’s comfortable.” Darius simply smiled and unlocked the SUV, climbing into the driver’s seat. Eve pulled the back passenger side door open and Alyson climbed in on her hands and knees, pausing to wiggle her ass at Eve before sliding to the far side. Eve slid in and shut the door behind her as Darius started the car. Before he could do more than shift into gear and back out of the parking space, Alyson was mounting Eve. Her tight ass rested comfortably on Eve’s thighs as Alyson gripped her on either side of her jaw and leaned in for a wet kiss, tongue diving into the back of her throat. Eve returned the favor as well as sliding her hands up Alyson’s legs, shoving the skirt up to her waist and exposing lacy white panties and unbelievably smooth, pale thighs. She locked each hand onto an ass cheek and squeezed, pulling them apart and earning a low moan from the still occupied mouth of the blond woman. Alyson’s hands slid down from her cheeks and hooked into the straps of Eve’s dress, pulling them down her arms until the strain caused a breast to pop free again. Breaking the kiss with a satisfied giggle, Alyson grabbed hold of the front of the dress and gave it a hard tug, yanking it down to Eve’s belly and freeing her 34 D breasts once and for all. They hit a bump in the road and the two lovely orbs bounced and jiggled immensely, earning another satisfied giggle from Alyson. She climbed off of Eve’s lap and kissed her left nipple, tongue circling slowly, before calling up to Darius.

“Oh honey, look how incredible her tits are. So delicious…” Eve watched as Darius took what she suspected was not a first look in the rearview mirror. His dark eyes gleamed at the sight of her bouncing chest and his wife’s face pressed against it. She saw his left arm move and his whole body shift slightly and knew he was trying to make room in his pants. Seeing the perfect opportunity, she grasped her right breast in her hand, squeezing the erect nipple between two fingers, while she slipped her left index finger into her mouth and sucked softly.

“Like what you see, Darius?” She crooned softly at him, drawing out his name and spreading her legs. His eyes flicked rapidly between the road and the rearview mirror, not wanting to crash but desperate to keep watching her. Alyson giggled again and, catching on to her game, pulled the lower part of Eve’s dress to her belly as well before leaning down and burying her face into the black g-string lingering between her legs. Darius’ knuckles grew white on the steering wheel and he shifted furiously as he watched his wife dive between Eve’s legs while she continued to knead her breast and suck on her own finger seductively. A flash of headlights and a horn brought his attention back to the road and he jerked the wheel to the right, bringing the SUV back into the correct lane. Both women laughed heartily as Alyson rose back to a sitting position.

“Eyes on the çapa escort road, honey. Wouldn’t want to get in an accident.” Eve leaned forward between the front seats and kissed his neck, breasts swinging freely.

“Don’t worry big boy, you’ll get everything you want and more when we get where we’re going” She nibbled his earlobe and slid a hand between his legs. She stifled a gasp of surprise as her hand made contact with the full erection straining against his pants. Alyson had implied that he was as much larger-than-ordinary down there as he was everywhere else, and she’d certainly felt something big while dancing, but the thing in her hand right now was what she liked to describe as simply massive. She gave it a squeeze, to which he responded with a soft guttural moan. Just as she was considering trying to navigate it out of his pants, a hand grabbed her by the back of the g-string and pulled her back onto her ass. Alyson kissed her, a hand still holding tightly to her underwear, and then smiled apologetically.

“No can do, darling. Not that I wouldn’t love to see that, but believe me, he can’t drive with someone giving him…attention.” She winked knowingly, and Eve lost herself for a few seconds in the image of this small blond woman trying to choke that thing down while he drove. She was brought back to reality by an earnest tug on her underwear which pulled it very tightly between her lips. An involuntary moan escaped her mouth as the straining fabric rubbed against her clit, and Alyson pulled it even tighter in response. Eve stared at her and they locked eyes, Alyson threatening to pull even harder. Just as she moved her hand, Eve slid a hand behind her neck and pulled her into a kiss. As they kissed, Eve undid Alyson’s skirt and yanked it roughly down to her knees. Alyson tried to gasp, but Eve pressed harder against her lips, tongue going to work as her hands rose to the blouse and began unbuttoning it.

Within seconds it was completely undone and Eve pulled it down to Alyson’s elbows, forcing her arms behind her back before tugging it free and tossing it aside. Wrapping one arm around the small of Alyson’s back and holding both of her arms with the other, she lifted her off of her knees and pushed her back against the door of the SUV. Eve’s breasts pressed tightly against Alyson’s bra as she reached down and tore the skirt off of Alyson’s legs, earning another moan from the blond. They broke the kiss and Alyson tried to bring her arms around in front of her, but Eve held them tightly behind her while using her other hand to spread Alyson’s legs and position herself between them. Pressing against the older woman once again, she hovered a half inch over Alyson’s lips while holding her in place.

“You said you were like me. That you were into the rougher stuff…” Eve used her free hand to squeeze Alyson’s lips into a fish face while roughly grinding their crotches together through the panties. She flicked her tongue against the pursed lips and then bit lightly at them. The blond responded with a moan and bucked slightly against her.

“I hope that’s the case. I don’t like sweet girls.” Eve crooned before slapping Alyson’s cheek, eliciting another moan. Grinning evilly, she slapped her even harder. Alyson stared daringly back into Eve’s eyes, and then lunged forward and snapped her teeth. Eve’s smile widened and she released the feisty little blond, who immediately turned the tables on her. Before she knew what was happening she was flat on her back with her knees pressed against her shoulders, the older woman laying between her legs with her face hovering over her. One hand smacked her bare ass hard as the other yanked her head around by the hair. Teeth closed down on her ear, not hard enough to damage it, but hard enough to draw a gasp of pain.

They released, to be followed by a tongue that delved into her ear before running slowly across her cheek and closed eye. Another hard spank drew a loud moan from her, which was repeated as the teeth closed around her right nipple. The hand holding her hair yanked roughly, forcing her head around so that she was face to face with the older woman as she bit and tongued Eve’s hard nipple. The other hand came down hard on her ass again, then took hold of her panties and once more jerked them tightly in between her soaking pussy lips. Alyson released the nipple, only to bite down on Eve’s lower lip instead. She steadily increased the pressure, simultaneously pulling roughly on Eve’s panties and hair, until Eve let out a squeal of pain.

“We’re here.” Darius’ clearly excited voice came from the front seat as the car jolted up a curb, and a muffled reply slipped out through the still nibbling teeth.

“Perfect timing honey, our little slave’s all warmed up.”

Play acting again, she begs for lip sealing gags, unrelenting bonds.

Male/female — married — bondage — gagged — tied — submissive woman — control- lingerie

Snow fluttered past the kitchen window, piling in drifts in the yard and street. I knew what this meant: once my loving husband had braved his journey home from work, that would be it. We weren’t having dinner out tonight. We were grounded. I would have to come up with a new plan for the evening.

It had been an incredibly stressful week for me (and likely for him as well). I felt the knots of tension in my shoulders. What I wouldn’t give for an oily hot massage… what I wouldn’t do for a good screwing.

Maybe that was the answer! I recalled a movie clip I had watched recently, my hand buried in my panties furiously rubbing my clit. We could have a little bit of pretend playtime, I could scream out my frustrations, and hopefully get a vigorous screwing before the night was over.

I sketched out the parameters for him in a password-coded document and emailed it to him an hour before his quitting time. He would have a role to play, I knew he’d stick to the script like the talented actor he could often be. Moments later, I got my answer in 5 characters: “LOL OK.”

On to wardrobe and makeup: I donned a carmine red bra and panty set, perfect for any Valentine’s girl eager to turn on their guy.

A light hand with the makeup: I wanted to look professional and mature, not whorish tonight. A bit of soft, creamy eyeshadow; a similar soft color with my blush; and a new wet-and-waxy lipstick that adds a shock of color. (A study found women wearing red lipstick got larger tips from male customers; another study found that men’s eyes tend to stay trained on a woman’s lips for longer if she’s wearing red lipstick. Lipstick has always fascinated me: it looks cool as hell.)

I tugged on banded stockings, admiring the shimmer on my long legs. I buttoned up a high collared sensible work blouse that didn’t evidence much see-through. And I slipped into a short skirt with matching tailored jacket: a dated but favorite suit I had worn to work in years past. It still fit beautifully, though showed a little too much leg for the public.

Almost as an afterthought, I snatched up a huge silken scarf and knotted it primly around my neck. While it accessorized and finished the look I was going for, I knew it would soon be retied, likely to be passed between my pouting lips!

All our shades and draperies were pulled closed for the night. I sat patiently in a kitchen chair as I heard the garage door opener go up. I mentally followed the noisy progress of his car coming in, shifting to park, then going silent. The car door opened, then slammed. The garage door traveled down. Still my good husband remained out in the garage.

Knock-knock-knock

“Come in,” I called, positioning myself taller and slightly arched back.

He came in carrying a plain zippered bag, which I had packed and left at the door for him. “Miss Evans?” he asked, remembering the alias I had shared.

“That’s right,” I breathed, as sexily as I could.

“Miss Evans, I am Robert from the agency. I understand you called with an urgent request, and I got here as quickly as I could.” He was so earnest!

I smiled prettily. “Robert, so nice to meet you. Please take off your coat, may I get you a drink?” I put together a Manhattan as he hung his coat in the closet and removed wet snow boots. He accepted the drink gratefully.

“Now, Miss Evans, I got the outline of what you wanted from our office, but perhaps you could state it again, for me?” He sipped the drink, a twinkle in his eye.

“Yes, well…” I crossed a silken leg over another, tugging at the hem of my too-short skirt. “It’s been a rough week for me, Robert. You see, I own and manage a large corporation. All day, dozens of people come to me to make decisions, to settle arguments, to set the vision for our company. And while I love it, I must admit this week has been exhausting. I need an outlet to relax and get the stress out. And that’s when I remembered your company.”

“Bakersfield Bondage Consulting,” he pronounced, and I grinned: he had remembered the moniker. “Yes, your story is all too common among escort fındıkzade the bright, successful, and beautiful women in town. I can’t imagine the stresses of your job.”

I likely blushed as the ‘beautiful’ comment went by. “I make decisions all day, throughout the week. By the time the weekend arrives, I am worn to a frazzle. I want all the choices taken away from me! I want no say in the matter!”

He took out a pen and opened a notebook. “Specifically what sort of bondage do you enjoy?”

What a great line of questioning! “Actually, I want tight, inescapable bondage. I don’t care for thin cords or ropes pulled into my skin. I prefer wide straps that can be pulled tight and buckled into place. I can’t sit like a ditsy fashion model for hours while some amateur fumbles with loops of rope and complicated knots. Is that clear?” I was Miss Perfect Bitch.

Robert assured me that he was very experienced in his line of work. We agreed that while chair or bed bondage was delightful, I would be trussed on my living room floor, with plenty of room to twist and writhe on the vast carpet.

He made idle notes in his book. “When bound, where does your mind take you? What thoughts do you have? Does a scenario come to mind?”

This was such fun! I leaned forward to address him, affording a peek into my blouse at the tops of my breasts. “You know, sometimes I just zone out. I strain against the ropes, pulling to get free. I wear myself out trying to get loose.” I paused, then confided: “honestly, it’s since I was a girl, I’ve wanted to be that damsel in distress. Seized up by the villain, unable to escape, terrified over what might happen next.” That earned a whole next page in his notebook!

“Another point, Miss Evans,” and he hesitated as if approaching an awkward subject. “In my view, of course, it simply isn’t bondage without a gag.”

“Of course!” I said, and we clinked glasses, toasting the sentiment. I made myself busy preparing his second cocktail as we negotiated the agreed-upon stuffing and wrapping.

For limits, he recorded no blindfolding. Nothing restrictive around the neck. I would continue to wear my suit jacket as part of my executive apparel. He would leave me to my own devices, checking on me every 15 minutes or so. We worked out a simple system of hand gestures to communicate my wants and desires.

He made appreciative comments about my living room décor, tasteful and appropriate for a tradesman visiting the home of a woman client. I perched on the edge of an ottoman as he brought my wrists together behind me, binding them together with a wide buckled strap.

“Okay so far?” he inquired. I assured him the degree of tightness was perfect; I preferred wrists strapped together rather than the loose, separate nature of chained cuffs.

Kneeling at my feet, he secured my ankles with a similar wide strap, and then 2 more, one above and one below my knees. Sitting as I was, I suspect Robert could see the bands of my stockings, and it gave me a secret thrill. My pulse began pounding.

“I notice your face is getting some color, are you all right to continue, Miss Evans?” I nodded, feeling the heat on my face.

“Let me try something I’ve been thinking on.” Robert produced a small roll of vet wrap. He passed the length under the arches of my 4-inch heels, wrapping my shoes together and to my feet. Men! I thought. They love a woman in heels and are dissatisfied when a victim manages to dislodge kick off her shoes. At the same time, the wrapping felt all the tighter, and my pussy began to seep.

“It’s nice,” I offered. “You’ve certainly addressed the legwork.”

“Yes, Miss. I’m coming up.” He produced two long wide belts, and in moments secured them above and below my bosom. Another strap passed around my biceps, drawing my elbows closer together. He cinched and re-cinched the straps, tugging my boobs up. I delighted in the sensation of my tits being trapped.

I agreed to a sip of my drink. He held the glass to my lips, intensifying my sense of helplessness. I spotted the effect his efforts were having in his trousers.

“Ready for the next bit?” he asked. I giggled that I was, I certainly could do nothing to stop him.

“Please, escort levent remember my instructions,” I directed. “I want a mouth filling gag, with so much packing that wisps of it show from my open mouth. I need you to please gag me, please gag me good and tight.” As he rooted around in his carryall, I complimented his efforts; clearly, he was an experienced professional at his trade.

Recalling I had wanted nothing about my neck, he carefully undid the silken scarf. With it taken away, I was aware of all my cleavage on display, even more so with my arms secured behind me. I wished my topmost blouse button would come undone, or even better, just snap and fly across the room. My nipples were hard points in my bra, my pussy throbbing.

“Recalling your desire to be that idealized damsel in distress, Miss Evans, once you are secured, you will have no say in what happens to you,” my consultant intoned. “Whatever adventure lies ahead this evening is entirely out of your control. You are in control during the week, but that’s over for the rest of this evening. I urge you to manage your temper, and even to explore your submissive side,” he said.

It was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. “Submissive?” I snapped. “Fat chance, no man is going to tell me what to do, no mere workman –“

He gripped my chin and slowly stuffed cloth into my open (and willing) mouth. A clean rag was wadded into one cheek, then he fed me a second cloth. My cheeks filled, I felt the heavy packing holding down my tongue, tails of fabric showing outside my lips. At the corner of my eye, he readied a roll of vet wrap, which he proceeded to pass around my filled mouth and head. This spongy stuff was so much preferable to sticky medical or duct tape. I lost count of the number of orbits, the elastic tension pulling neatly across my cheeks and lips.

I twisted in my bonds, shouting through the packing. To my ears, it was as if I wasn’t making a sound at all. Behind me, my captor was prepping something; an instant later, my tasteful silky scarf reappeared and was knotted tightly over the wrapping.

He knelt in front of me, and with his phone snapped a photo. He showed me what I looked like; bound, gagged, tamed by him. I glared and snorted at my captor, aggressively shaking my shoulders and tits at him.

He lowered me from my perch onto the carpeted floor, arranging me as best he could against my unceasing twisting and flailing. “OK, Miss C-E-O. Get loose if you can. If you do, I’ll refund your money. But if you can’t, we’ll take this assignment to the next level. I’ll leave you alone.” He left the room.

I pulled helplessly at the straps, luxuriating in my bonds. I know the legs are stronger than our arms: I tried to force my knees apart, trying frantically to pull my feet and ankles away from each other. My shoes squeaked, the leather rubbing together. In my struggle, my blood heated up, I felt the hot flush on my chest and neck as I fought the straps.

I flopped over on my front, tugging at the bands around my wrists and torso. I rocked, head to toe, mashing my boobs beneath me as I struggled to get loose. My panties were soaked. In my frustration I screamed shrilly into my gag, delighting in the carnal release.

I squirmed and corkscrewed, trying my side, my front, my back, anything to give me better purchase. I rolled away from the ottoman and then rolled back toward the couch. My skirt crept up my hips. I only managed to dislodge my pretty scarf, which fell loosely around my throat.

I heard his steps, then he was there above me. “You don’t seem to be getting loose, Miss Evans. Are you enjoying yourself?” I growled angrily, squealing into the packing, shaking my wrists impotently behind me. “I’m glad you are having a good time,” he continued, kneeling next to me and removing my loose scarf.

My consultant-slash-husband was showing a little red sex flush himself. His hands at my torso, he hesitated just a moment… then pressed his advantage and began unbuttoning my blouse. I feigned the fight as best as I could to preserve my dignity. The red-blooded woman in me, on the other hand, was thrilled to have my shirt open, my cherry-red lingerie on display for his hungry eyes.

“Well, escort maslak hello racy red,” he murmured. “Now was this selected for me, or for you?” He loosened the belts just enough to pull my blouse and jacket behind me, then snugged them up again.

He dragged me to the couch, folding me over the cushion as he manhandled my breasts, tweaking my stiff nipples through the thin lace. My defensive efforts were failing; I had no fighting advantage and indeed, was wearing myself out. A hand on my ass, and he worked down the nylon zipper on my skirt. I squealed in mock protest as he stripped the skirt from me.

I was a disheveled, squawking girl before him: Bound securely, gagged tightly, my shirt and jacket pulled roughly open revealing my red bra, practically naked from the waist down in scalloped red panties and shimmering nylon stockings. Helplessly, I lifted and drove my heels into the rug, feeling every inch the assaulted mermaid…

Thick hands were on me again, this time plastering bright red plastic tape over an already full gag. “There, that matches nicely. I know you like to color coordinate.” He leaned in and pressed his lips against my gagged lips. The kiss felt numb through the layers of tape and wrapping. “Now you try to get loose from that, I’m going to raid your liquor cabinet.” As he stepped away, he evidenced a dangerous tent in his trousers and a leer on his face.

Alone again, I worked at my gagged mouth. The slick tape just added to the secure wraps and packing. I could feel my mouth drying out. I imagined the mess my lip gloss was making on the wrapping, but it wasn’t doing anything to weaken it.

I flopped, rubbing my horny tits against the rug, the tails of my blouse and jacket wriggling around me. Mission accomplished: I felt the perfect damsel in distress. I could not break free of my captor. He had the upper hand. My pussy wept openly, my panties a sodden mess. I wished he would take a more forceful position.

Was he watching my progress on the security cameras? With agonizing slowness, I worked my way back to the couch. I turned and somehow heaved my torso up on the seat. I knelt bent at the waist. There was just enough play in my hands to get a finger under the waistband and slip my red panties over my ass.

That is how he found me at his next check, my aroma filling our living room, presenting myself to him in that subservient, doggie position.

I like to think it was my loving husband, not Robert, kissing the side of my face. My man, who loosened the knee straps, allowing my thighs to part ever so slightly. I felt big hands on my hips, and with a roar, he tore the panties right off my body. Writhing in my bonds, I squirmed in a feminine show for him. A fat finger invaded my twat, quickly joined by a second. He plundered me as I pulled helplessly to free my arms and wrists. And then he was behind me. His thick rod was at my opening, and he pressed the length of his cock up deep into me. I gasped at the intrusion. Soon he was sawing madly in and out of my wet slit. Each thrust bounced me off the couch cushions. I screwed my eyes shut, enjoying his thick assault on my body. I craned my neck, offering myself to him as his captive, his willing slave.

Delightfully, his heavy hands roamed over my large breasts, my stiff tits. One breast shook loose from its cup as he roughly fondled me, simultaneously fucking me from behind. I groaned like an animal, twisting in the unyielding straps, taking his sexual assault like a hungry eager woman. It had been too long since I had been used like this. I could feel the beginnings of my orgasm come up and hang over the moment, before cresting and rushing through every fiber of my body. I shrieked as best I could, my primal needs and desires rushing through me. I slumped in my position, held fast in my bindings as he continued a relentless assault on my sex, slapping my ass. Moments later, he was close, and I wailed as I felt the flood of his fluid into me.

After glorious sex, my good husband often rolls over and falls asleep. Please don’t do that this time, I wished as I clenched and unclenched my hands behind me. He seemed to take his time unbuckling straps. But he was careful and efficient in using the safety scissors I had set out, to snip and pull away the multi-ply gagging.

We hugged and he massaged my back and arms, willing blood back into my limbs. We both giggled after our exertions.

“And so, madam, will you be paying with cash, or are you interested in opening an account?”

# # #

You arrive home and slowly walk to the kitchen table. You sit down, place your elbows on the table, and rest your chin in your hands. After all of your years of role playing as his “Daughter,” this is the first time your “Daddy” has disappointed you. Yes, the one orgasm you had felt good, but there was not as much intensity to it as usual. You had come to expect quite a bit more during your training sessions. The last several had been, to say the least, utterly amazing!

Today’s session had some high points, but sitting here alone at home you realize that you do not have the overwhelming sense of satisfaction you usually have when Daddy is finished with you. You certainly do not have the usual lasting reminders of a great training session–the tingling and engorged and worn out pussy, the familiar tickling and stretched feeling of your anus, and a sense of complete exhilaration and exhaustion at the same time. But, you suppose that even Daddy can run out ideas, or have an off day.

You wonder how long it will take him to text. Your instructions were to go home and sit at the table and do nothing else until instructed. So here you sit, still dressed like… well… a hooker. Daddy had stopped by the night before to pick out what you would wear. The black fishnet stockings and garter were a given. They have always been Daddy’s favorite. The black stiletto heels were an obvious choice. The red stretch mini dress with continuous zipper in the front and black trim along the top completed the outfit–because as usual, you would NOT be wearing a bra or panties. The quick release nature of this dress made you think that it might not be remaining on for very long. Finally, you had been told to wear very heavy make-up (especially around the eyes) and a blond wig.

That is how you remain dressed, sitting here hours later… waiting… the only difference from when you left earlier in the day is that you are no longer wearing the sunglasses you added to the outfit because of the sunny day, having removed them when you returned home.

Daddy had given you instructions to take the Metro… dressed like this… and eventually end up on the Greenlink Circulator line. You were to arrange it so that you would get off at the Smith & McKinny stop by 4:45pm. You felt pretty embarrassed by all the stares you received while riding the bus. You had gotten so tired of one old pervert staring at your tits in the clingy dress that you opened your legs wide to expose your naked and freshly shaved pussy–just to show him what he would NOT be having today or any other day.

After getting off the bus at the intersection of Smith and McKinny you had to walk three blocks to Travis Street, take a right on Travis and walk another six blocks. You could have ridden the bus for several more blocks, but it was obvious that Daddy wanted you to turn even more heads walking along the downtown streets. You receive several honks from passing cars in addition to stares and glares from passing pedestrians.

“How much?” a short, skinny thirtyish man asks you.

This gives you immediate butterflies in your stomach. You are grateful for the sunglasses, and the heavy make-up covering the redness that would be the evidence of how embarrassed you are.

“More than you can afford!” you manage to blurt out as you walk on.

Halfway along Travis Street you had to walk past the Houston Police Department building.

“Very funny, Daddy,” you thought.

Some officers gazed your direction, but no one approached you, thankfully. About four blocks later you turn right on Pease Street, as Daddy instructed. A few blocks further and you come to your destination. You enter the building at the address Daddy gave you. It is being remodeled. You find yourself in a large foyer area that is mostly finished, except for furnishings. Several folding chairs are set up in three rows, as if a presentation had been held or would be held at some point.

Just then you heard a door to the right open. Daddy came through and walked up to you. He looked you up and down. You smile, but he does not.

“Daughter, what have you been up to?”

He walked up to you, grabbed your ass with his left hand, pulled you in close, and put his right hand under your dress and right onto your pussy lips. He felt around, then inserted two finger up inside your pussy. You can’t help but moan loudly. But Daddy removed the fingers quickly and put them up against your nose.

“What is this!?!” he said between clenched teeth.

“What, Daddy?” you whimper.

“Why is your pussy all wet? You like being dressed like a slut, don’t you? You LIKED having all the men and women look at your body and want to fuck you, didn’t you?”

“No, Daddy!” you protested.

“Tell me what happened on your trip here. Tell me everything!”

You recount the stares, the ogles, and the old perv on the bus…

“You flashed your pussy!?!”

“Yes, Daddy…”

“You are a very, very bad girl! You are a dirty, naughty little slut, and you escort maslak need to be punished!”

“Daddy, no! I did everything you said!”

“Come with me,” Daddy commanded.

You follow him into the room he had been in when you arrived. This room is also almost finished. It looks like it will be an office of some sort. But the only thing in it besides construction supplies is a cart of some sort on wheels.

“I designed this just for you, Daughter. I designed and built it to punish naughty, little girls like you.”

As you look at it more closely you see that there are restraints and padding on it, but you do not see any obvious way to sit on it.

“Kneel right here.”

Daddy points to one end that had two pads that are parallel to each other about two and a half feet off of the ground. The pads are about the same distance apart, and are angled downward.

“Daddy, I don’t want to get up there. I don’t want to fall.”

WHACK! A hand firmly slaps against the right cheek of your ass. The sting and the sound startle you, and you gasp.

“Now get up there!”

Daddy helps you kneel on the pads and then scoot forward. Daddy secures your legs with four Velcro straps.

“Now lean forward and rest your arms here.”

You get the idea now. The arm rests are much lower, and in the middle there is an angled board for you to rest your chest and stomach. A Velcro strap goes around your waist and two on each arm. You are now helpless strapped into this device with your ass up in the air and your legs spread apart. Daddy walks in front of you and reaches into a duffel bag that is on the floor.

“I have some things in here to help me with your discipline,” he says.

The first item is a rectangular paddle. Daddy shows it to you with a smile on his face. Painted on the front is the phrase “Board of Education.” Daddy walks slowly behind you. You can feel the red stretch mini dress clinging very tightly to your ass. You are quite sure that Daddy is getting a view that leaves very little to the imagination.

“Daddy, please! Don’t look at me like this! It is too embarrass…”

WHACK!

You do not even finish the sentence before the Board of Education finds its mark right in the middle of your ass.

“Ahhhhh!” you scream out.

WHACK.

The second blow finds its mark. Once again you cry out, and whimper a bit. You feel Daddy touch your legs and he finds the end of the mini dress and rolls it up over your ass. The cool air helps reduce the stinging. You realize that Daddy is blowing on your ass. You involuntarily shudder with the thought of that. He grabs your stinging ass, one hand on each cheek and pulls your ass open with his thumbs. You know that he is getting a good look at your tight little anus.

“Daddy, no! That is my private area!”

To your disappointment, he lets go. You were hoping to feel his expert tongue rimming and then pushing into your anus.

WHACK!

The strike so soon after Daddy was inspecting your ass once again surprises you and you cry out.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

You can feel the redness start to appear as your ass begins to burn and sting all the more from being spanked with no barrier between it and the Board of Education. Without warning, fingers are once again probing your pussy.

“Daughter, your little pussy is as wet and engorged as ever. I am going to have to intensify the punishment.”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

You cry out again. You feel Daddy once again blowing on your ass.

“Oh, please lick me there! Please, please rim me Daddy” you scream in your mind, unable to speak the words out loud.

But instead, Daddy walks back in front of you and goes to the duffel bag. This time he removes a blindfold from the bag. Without saying anything he covers your eyes. You hear him rustle in the bag again and you feel something on your head. Daddy is putting earphones on you. You hear Daddy’s voice! It sounds like he is reading his special stories for you on a recording! And they must be noise cancelling headphones–expensive ones–because you hear no other sounds but the sound of Daddy’s voice.

Now your ass cheeks are not the only things tingling. You feel your face flush. Your nipples are tingling as they press against the mini dress material. And you can’t even describe what is going on with your engorged little pussy! You feel the wetness… the electricity going through it. You know that Daddy is going to take care of all of your needs. If your training and discipline have taught you anything they have taught you that Daddy knows what you need. Daddy knows best.

Although you are restrained, you try to open your legs even wider. You want Daddy to have full access. You relax as you listen to Daddy read his very naughty stories to you. Suddenly you feel that you are moving. The cart is on wheels. Daddy must be wheeling you into the larger room outside the office. The cart stops. You wait… and you wait… and you wait…

Nothing escort şirinevler is happening. You can’t hear anything–except Daddy’s recorded voice. You can’t see anything. One minute turns into two… two into four… ten… twenty… You are starting to get sore from being strapped into the same position. And to make matters worse, you have to pee.

“Daddy, I have to pee. Please let me up!” you cry out. You hear nothing.

“Daddy, please don’t make me pee like this. I want to use the bathroom.”

Suddenly you feel a hand reaching under you at your chest. The hand gropes around for a bit. Then you feel the zipper on your dress being pulled down. It is not easy, given the positioning of your body, but with some effort, the zipper is opened most of the way down the dress. You feel hands reach between your legs and up your stomach until the zipper is found again. It is pulled down the rest of the way until the front of your dress is completely open. You feel the dress flip up and onto your back. You are now almost completely naked… completely exposed…

“Oh. please… please touch me Daddy!” you cry.

But nothing… More time passes… The cool air on your ass and on your pussy is not making your full bladder problem any better.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Out of nowhere you feel that familiar sting again and cannot help but cry out once again.

WHACK!

This time Daddy is focusing on one cheek.

WHACK!

Now the other cheek. Back and forth from one cheek to the other the Board of Education finds its mark on your bare ass. You cannot take the pressure anymore and you release a stream of urine into the air behind you. The spanking stops and you feel hands rubbing your sore ass cheeks. The stream of urine stops.

You hope that Daddy will clean you up. Instead you feel a finger around your anus. It feels like it must have lube on it. Yes… you can feel something being spread on your anus. Oh… now the finger is being inserted.

Mmmmmmm.

It is removed far too soon. Now you feel something different. It feels like plastic. It is so difficult to concentrate because in the story Daddy is reading on the recording he has just gotten to the part where his tongue is as far into your anus as it will go…

You feel the thin plastic tube go far into your anus. Suddenly, you feel warm liquid flow into your ass. Daddy is giving you an enema. As always, you will need to hold it inside for a long time. The warm liquid feels soooooooo good as it fills you up. The tube is removed. And now comes the wait. You have to hold it for…

WHACK!

Without warning, you receive a hard hit from the Board of Education. Just as the stinging is subsiding, WHACK!

You cry out. It is so strange to feel the hit… to feel it on your skin, feel it move your ass, and not hear that familiar smacking sound. The spanks are coming at regular intervals. It is making it difficult to concentrate. So is hearing Daddy talking in the headphones about licking deeply in your anus while three fingers are fucking your tiny, little pussy.

You cannot hold it any longer. You expel the liquid hard and fast into the air. You feel warm water flowing over your ass and unto your pussy. Daddy must be cleaning you up. You feel a warm washcloth soap you up. Your ass stings hard with each touch of the cloth. Then a warm washcloth rinses you off. Finally a towel pats you dry.

Almost immediately you feel a nice warm tongue begin licking your clit. You moan so loud you can almost hear it through the headphones. Oh, it feels so good! Daddy is licking more gently than usual. He must only be using the tip of his tongue, too.

Mmmmmm.

You are lost in ecstasy as you feel Daddy’s tongue licking you while you hear his special story. Oh, finally, he is moving up to your anus. Once again, he is licking you so softly and gently. He must feel bad about disciplining you. He licks, and licks, and licks you for several minutes. You feel something pushing against your pussy lips. It enters slowly.

It must be a dildo or a vibrat…………..OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

It is a vibrator. And it was set to full speed. You explode into an orgasm. You try to push hard against the tongue in your asshole, but your movements are limited. Daddy senses what you want and goes deeper with his tongue. Suddenly the tongue is gone. After a few moments you feel something warm on your ass.

” Daddy is cumming! Daddy is cumming on my ass!”

After several squirts you feel the head of his cock against your anus. You push to open it further for him and he presses the head into your anus. He takes it out much too soon. And then… nothing again.

You are still restrained. Several minutes go by again. No touching. No licking. Nothing. After what seems to you to be a long time, Daddy removes the headphones and the blindfold. He releases all the straps. He helps you up. You are stiff and sore from being in the same position for escort topkapı so long. He hands you a fresh towel from his bag.

“Here. Clean off your ass with this.”

Any evidence of the urine and enema liquid you expelled has been cleaned up.

“What now, Daddy?” you ask with a sheepish grin on your face, standing there with your dress still unzipped, covering only your back and your ass now.

“Nothing,” he replies. “Take the bus home, sit down, and wait for my text.”

And that is where you are now. At home… alone… disappointed… not nearly satisfied.

A few minutes later you receive a text. You know it is Daddy because of the ringtone.

It says, “Go to your computer and go to the Houston site where we like to read ads for people who want to have sex. Click ‘casual encounters’ then click any of the links. Find an ad entitled ‘Help me discipline my naughty daughter’ and click on it. Read it, and text me when you are done.”

You open your browser, get on the site, and go to casual encounters. You click on the first link w4m and scroll down. Sure enough there is an ad entitled “Help me discipline my daughter.”

You read through it and cannot believe your eyes. The ad is inviting anyone who wants to witness a session of a “Daddy” disciplining his “Daughter” to arrive on a certain day at a certain time at a certain building in the downtown area. No one may touch the daughter, but they can watch everything, masturbate or have sex with someone while getting an excellent view of the daughter’s pussy and ass, and cum (yes it said “cum,” not “come”) and go as they please.

You sat there with your thoughts swimming through your head. It can’t be…

You click the other links on the casual encounters page. m4m – yes.. the ad it there, too. m4w – it is there. The ad is on every link.

You text Daddy back. “I read it.”

“Check out the new video on my sex site profile page” is the text you receive back.

You log on. You are shaking. You can hardly type your profile name and password. You get to Daddy’s page and see that there is a new video. It is long. The title is “Disciplining My Daughter.” You click it.

It takes some time to load. When the video plays you see yourself in the contraption that Daddy made. He walks all around, filming from every angle. As you figured, the clinging dress left nothing to the imagination. Your ass was sticking up in the air, mostly covered by the dress. You had to admit, you looked pretty hot in the stilettos, fishnets, and garter, even at this strange angle.

Daddy put the camera on a tripod. Daddy steps in front of the camera and films himself with the Board of Education. Then he showed himself delivering the whacks. You smiled a bit when you saw how your ass jiggled with each hit. Then Daddy went to the camera and panned it 180 degrees.

People were sitting in the chairs! There were some couples, several men in business suits, men and women in shorts, people who looked as young as 19 or 20 and as old as maybe 65. about half of them are wearing a black mask to cover their faces.

Daddy is talking to them… explaining what is happening. He wants them to feel comfortable pleasuring themselves in any way while watching. They can just sit and watch, but it will help more with the training and discipline if they remove some or all of their clothes and pleasure themselves while watching what is done to me. Those wanting to remain anonymous have the masks to wear.

Daddy steps back and continues to film. Slowly, people get up and step closer to you. One of the men in the suits unzips his pants and takes his penis out. He begins to stroke it. Another man stands next to him and does the same. Both are staring at your ass in the tight dress while they stroke. The second man undoes his pants and lets them fall to the floor. Seeing this, others in the room stand and come closer to you. Men and woman alike are removing some or all of their clothes.

A couple near the front has gotten completely naked. The woman kneels down and starts sucking his cock right there in front of everyone… and on camera!!!

You watch mesmerized as you see probably twenty people gathered around you, staring at you. Daddy turns the camera back toward you. Then he feels under your dress, grabs the zipper, and pulls it down. He comes up behind you, reaches between your legs, and pulls the zipper down the rest of the way. He then flipped the dress onto your back, exposing your naked ass and pussy to all of those people!

Daddy moves the camera so that it is able to film the people as they watch you. As you watch the video you see what was going on while you were deprived of your sight and hearing. The whacks… the redness developing on your ass…

Someone other than Daddy took over filming. He kept zooming in on your naked ass and pussy, and then he would film the antics in the crowd.

All of the men were now jacking off, except for the woman who was giving her partner a blowjob, and the man who was first to pull his cock out! He was now sucking the cock of the man next to him!

The camera went back to you. More whacks. The camera operator really went in close when you started to pee.

In the middle of your peeing you heard one of the guys scream, “I’m cumming!”

What you must understand

is that to submit,

fully and completely,

is to experience freedom…

Unknown

Third Night

As we drove across the Danube for the last time, by way of the Elisabeth Bridge, my heart was full. We had spent the day wandering through Budapest and taking in the sights and I had fallen in love with this city.

St Stephen’s Basilica, named after the first king of Hungary, with its soaring neo-classical dome, had taken my breath away. The Parliament Building, on the banks of the river, was an imposing palace thrusting into the sky. The streets of Pest, vibrant and bustling, were full of cafes and bars and colour.

And by the river, the Shoes Memorial, commemorating the massacre of 3,500 people in WW11, was, in its simplicity, a heart rending echo of loss.

Now, nearing Keleti Station again, Romania and the Carpathians beckoned and I was eager to be underway with My Mistress.

I stowed the luggage in our compartment and we made our way to the dining car as the train pulled out of the station. My stomach fluttered – I was hungry and looking forward to the meal, and I did wonder what My Mistress had in mind for us afterwards.

My Mistress chose the roast fillet of sea-bass with sautéed prawns and fennel. I went for the sautéed fresh duck “foie gras” tossed in muscat wine. As we sipped our champagne – My Mistress always liked to clear her palate with Dom Perignon – our conversation inevitably turned to the country whose border we would cross that night. The involvement of Antonescu’s wartime government in the murder and deportation of 280,000 – 380,000 Jews. The Russian takeover after the war. The dark years of Ceausescu’s rule. And, of course, to Transylvania and the legend of Dracula.

My Mistress sometimes joked that Dracula was one of her subs, and while I was well aware of her propensity to tease (my skin could attest to that!), there was a certain conviction in her voice when she talked of this that did give me pause. She hid meanings within riddles, and things were not always what they seemed…

After dinner, we made our way back to our cabin. As on our previous night on board, the beds had been made up. My Mistress walked to the window and raised the blind. It was dark outside, but a bright moon was casting its glow across the land.

“A good moon for travelling, Hurtle. A good moon for approaching Transylvania.”

“Yes, My Mistress. One to stir the blood.”

She turned to me and regarded me deeply. I flushed under her gaze, which lingered for a long time.

“Get my bag, Hurtle, and take out my leather body escort çapa suit and boots.”

I did as I was asked and helped My Mistress out of her blouse, and her pants, and then her bra, till she was standing in nothing but the briefest of red thong panties. Then I took the body suit and helped her into it, zipping up the back and adjusting her breasts in the cups. She sat and, one by one, I put her feet into the the thigh high boots and zipped them up as well.

“Now you may get undressed my pet.”

I took off my shirt and folded it carefully. I took off my shoes and socks and placed them by the bed. I slipped my trousers down and squeezed out of my boy shorts. They, too, were neatly folded and added to the pile of clothes. Then, as I had been taught, I knelt on the floor, hands on my thighs and bowed to My Mistress. I was ready for whatever her fancy was.

She found her bag of toys and laid it on the bed just out of my line of sight. I heard rustlings and was aware of things being placed carefully on the coverlet.

“Stand sub.”

I did as I was asked, and waited.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

Again, I followed her orders and she placed metal handcuffs around each wrist. Then she took some rope and laced it round my upper arms so they were pulled together, forcing my back to arch and my chest to thrust outwards. My Mistress took great care with this – the rope was of the finest silk and knots for her were an art form. A rubber ball gag went into my mouth and the strap was tightened. Coming to the front she took hold of my chastity cage, unlocked it and gently worked it off my cock. Then she worked my balls free and massaged them for a moment.

“I haven’t held these for a while,” she said. I smiled, enjoying the attention, until I realised that My Mistress was slowly squeezing my balls tighter in her hand. My eyes closed with the increasing pain and I bit into the gag hard. I grunted. There was a moment’s relief when she let them go again, before she slapped my cock sharply back and forth with her hand. I grunted again and tears welled in my eyes.

Now it was her turn to smile. “I’ll come back to him later. Kneel sub.”

I knelt on the floor and My Mistress took more rope and with the toe of her boot nudged my knees wide apart. She threaded rope through my arms and around my thighs in such a way that my legs were kept open like a ‘v’. Every so often she would flick my cock with her fingers till it was standing straight and hard. Standing back, she admired her work and went to the bag again. A blindfold was slipped over my eyes. The black escort etiler velvet cloth admitted no light. I waited.

There was knock at the door. I heard My Mistress open it, murmur a thank you and close it again. Something was put down on the small table by the window and I listened to the distinctive gurgle of liquid being poured from a bottle.

“Na zdrowie.” It had to be champagne, I thought.

SWAT! SWAT!

I cried out in sudden pain behind the ball gag as my cock was spanked with My Mistress’ riding crop.

SWAT! SWAT!

“I want to warm him up my sub, so that he’s well ready.”

I didn’t have time to think about ready for what…?

SWAT! SWAT!

Then I was hit with a very different kind of shock. Without warning My Mistress shoved my cock into the container of ice the champagne had been sitting in. I choked as the breath was forced out of me and my cock swelled as if it would burst. I was gasping for breath as the pain intensified, like there was a slow vise being tightened around my nether regions. On and on it went. Then the bucket was removed and with gritted teeth I used all of my will to control myself.

SWAT! SWAT!

“Ugh! Ugh!” Low guttural growls were forced out of me, before the bucket was returned and the icy pain resumed. My mind was in a swirling confusion of pain mixed with an excruciating arousal.

“Don’t cum my sub.”

I rolled my head back and tried to concentrate on controlling my responses.

The bucket was gone. SWAT! SWAT! The bucket was back.

The bucket was gone again. A moment of nothing. Me grunting. Then my whole being burst into flames as My Mistress’ mouth took my shaft into its silky folds. She kissed, she sucked, she licked…and as I shuddered towards my orgasm she suddenly withdrew and my whole body shook with explosive force. I was crying out inside. I had been tethered, tortured and teased right to the very edge, and then left there. I could feel the semen spurting and dribbling out of me. My heart was pounding, my body bathed in sweat.

When I had stopped shaking My Mistress removed the ball gag and the blindfold.

“Here, drink this.”

She held a small bowl to my lips and I took some of my creamy white cum into my mouth. Its distinctive salty taste reminded me of just how long it was since I had been granted the honour of its ingestion.

“Thank you My Mistress.”

“I have been very pleased with you, Hurtle, on this trip so far. You have earned your reward.”

Then, as My Mistress took my head in her hands, I was allowed a long draught of some water too.

My escort fatih body was still zinging, but I had calmed down a great deal by the time My Mistress began untying me.

“Now it’s my turn my sub.”

When my arms and legs were free I was allowed to stand and move around and rub my stiff joints back into some kind of working order. Then I helped My Mistress out of her body suit till she was naked except for her long boots.

“Kneel my sub. And come to me on your knees.”

I crawled to her and looked up into her eyes. They were shining with an unfathomable light, some combination of love, lust and power. Her control over me was complete.

“Pleasure me, my sub.”

She was standing with her legs apart, her arms akimbo, her sex glistening. I buried my face in the soft flesh between her legs and started to gently tongue her moist slit.

“Look at me, Hurtle. Keep staring into my eyes.” She placed her hands gently on the side of my head. “I am your Mistress, Hurtle. I own you. I control you. You are my sweet pet.”

As my tongue moved inside her, and across her swollen labia, and flicked her engorged clit I looked into those eyes whose sweet light was my source. Whose radiance swept into me and filled me with giddy devotion. To serve, to suffer, to yield was my all.

My neck began to ache, my tongue grew tired, but I continued to kiss and lick and suck with all the energy I could muster, for to be allowed bring My Mistress to an orgasm was the highest honour.

When she gripped my head hard and pushed me into her and arched her back and began shuddering and convulsing and purring with pleasure as her release coursed through her, my own body flooded with a soft, loving light. I would travel with her anywhere, on any journey. Give my body, mind and soul into her care for as long as she wished.

Eventually, she stilled. I licked the juices off her thighs, and her pussy. I helped her out of her boots. I went and filled the basin with warm water and sponged her body all over. When I got her little silk nightie she shook her head.

“I want to sleep naked tonight, my sub. I want to feel these beautiful satin sheets against my skin.”

I turned down the bed for her and arranged the pillows just how she liked them.

“You may wash now, Hurtle, and then I’ll lock you up again.”

After using the same water I had used on her body, and then drying myself, I came and stood by My Mistress’ bed. She expertly pushed my balls into the ring and fitted the sheath. She smiled as she shut the lock.

“There. Ready for bed.” She patted my caged cock. “You may curl up at the foot of my bed tonight, my sub. Sleep deeply, for in the morning we shall see Transylvania.”

My Mistress turned on her side. I turned out the light. Then I nestled into a pillow at the foot of her bed. I fell asleep to the click-clack rocking of the train.