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I was shifting in my chair uncomfortably, itching for the zoom call to finish when my phone buzzed. Today has been a slow day at work. No client deadlines were coming up within the week. Since most people are still adjusting to the office culture after COVID-19, the office was mostly deserted.

I liked to mix it up a bit. Constant periods of working from home didn’t work well for me at all.

Leaning over, I saw a text from Amy, telling me that she might get late to come home. Bummer! I thought.

Amy was into design & digital advertising and worked at a young firm near our house. She used to work from home full time till I started going back to office. Now she says working from home isn’t as fun without me to annoy when she was bored. I think being in creative arts meant you had great days and off days. Kind of like a writer where you have days with ideas flowing from every direction and some days you are just dead in the water.

By 6.30, I was cruising on the highway heading home. Apart from hitting the supermarket for groceries I got home quickly. The traffic was yet to pick up to pre-pandemic levels. I was relaxing with a cup of coffee on the sofa when Amy popped in at about 8pm.

“Hi handsome” She called when she saw me.

“Hey babe! There is some coffee left in the pot” I replied, tilting my head. I was too lazy to get up. She was dressed quite casually. This was the first time I was seeing her after I saw her with Daniel last night.

“Thank youuu! What do you want to do for dinner?” Amy called from the kitchen.

“I am feeling lazy, shall we order some Chinese? “I asked, secretly craving some chilli chicken and fried rice.

“How many times have you had Chinese this week Mr. Soon to be Fatty” Amy asked, fully knowing my love for Chinese and oily food. Amy was more health conscious, although she had her greedy days.

“Just today PLEASSSEEE! It’s a Friday also. That means you should chill with good food” I pleaded with my best puppy eyes.

“Your ass is gonna be quite sorry on the day you make me fat” Amy said, finally conceding.

“Fatter you mean” I couldn’t help teasing as Amy punched me while giggling as she left for boyabat escort a shower.

Despite my joke, she was quite slender and fit. We both exercised together with a mix of weights and cardio few times a week. Mountain Biking, Hiking and camping were a few shared passions that made us click instantly.

Pretty soon a refreshed version of Amy appeared from the Master Bedroom. She was just wearing a pair of loose shorts and an old t-shirt with a very relaxed smile. The key to my cage nestled safely in its rightful place.

“Eyes up here perv” Amy said jokingly as she jumped onto the sofa and snuggled into me. We were chatting about work and planning a camping trip for the weekend till late evening when the food arrived. It wasn’t until we were done with the food did Amy bring up last night.

“Tom, how are you feeling? About last night I mean” Amy asked softly. I still had some crispy pork in my mouth that I had to gulp down to reply. I slowly turned towards her, and Amy was studying my face to gauge my emotions.

“Well… it was certainly hot…I did have a good time. But the emotions are a bit conflicting at times though. But overall, I loved it.” I said, honestly.

“Yeah. I could sense that. Is it better than when we first started?”

“Yeah! Much better. But some aspects do not change though. But I wouldn’t have it any other way” I said with a smile.

“You have to talk to me if it’s too much please” Amy told me, and I nodded happily.

“Above all, I was really happy to see you enjoy it” I said, quite honestly.

I have always been weirdly aroused when she was pleasured by men in a way that I never could. I could never logically explain how that emotional masochism worked.

Amy smiled tenderly and leaned into me.

“I love you cucky boy” she whispered into my ear as we silently enjoyed a moment together.

Although we have been into a dom/sub relationship long before we were even married, it’s only been over a year since we took a plunge into cuckolding, and we have come a long way since then. I met Amy in a college fetish party, while I was silently sitting in a corner and trying to blend bozüyük escort into the shadows. Being an introvert by nature who was raised in a very conservative society, coming out to a party of this nature was leagues beyond my comfort zone. The place was buzzing with activity with many experienced troopers showcasing their play.

“You seem to be lost Mister” a girl said, and I immediately stammered an apology, convinced that I had done something wrong. I looked up to find the girl laughing, easily the most gorgeous lady of that evening. She was about 5’5 with jet black hair and soft brown eyes coupled with a soft friendly smile that would put anyone at ease. You normally wouldn’t expect to find such an innocent looking girl at such as intimidating event, but she appeared very much at home. She was wearing a simple black dress, bringing out her rich fair skin. The only that hinted anything kinky about her was the black choker necklace she was wearing.

“Not much of a talker are you?” She asked, sitting down.

“Sorry, this is a bit new for me” I said, smiling nervously.

“You have never seen or spoken to a girl before?” She asked, clearly teasing me.

Funny enough we ended by going home together and I never in a million years thought that would happen on that day. Since then, I had been fucked, caned, whipped, beaten and a number of other kinky things while enjoying a quite vanilla life travelling the world with an amazing woman.

I was brought back to the present as Amy started kissing me while teasing my locked-up cock. I was instantly lost to her spell.

I started kissing her back and pretty soon we were both naked and Amy grabbed my hair to guide me to her pussy. She smelled sweet down there and I eagerly started to eat her out. I had become very good the exercise after long periods and punishment. After her second orgasm she pushed me off and ordered me to me to the bedroom. I crawled to the bedroom as fast as I could and waited on my knees at the foot of the bed for my Goddess to arrive.

She came back with the 8-inch strap on presented it to my face and I sucked it eagerly, partly as I was fearing buca escort it would go up my ass later.

She smiled deviously as we looked into each other’s eyes, lost in our passion.

“Eager little slut, aren’t you?” She said while giggling.

She pulled out the shaft as I tried to mumble a reply.

“Put it on, I need some cock tonight” she said, and I got to it immediately, relieved that my ass would be spared for the night.

I strapped the harness around my waist, so the dildo was right above my locked cock. When I got up from my knees, Amy was already lying on the bed, playing with her pussy while her other hand was toying with the key around her neck. My cock was trying to bust open, and I wanted nothing more than to fuck her right there. Unfortunately for me, I was locked, and my warden knew exactly how to press my buttons.

“Hurry up Cuck! Get your ass on the bed” Amy snapped, and I waited no more. I slowly inserted the top of the shaft, teasing her wet pussy lips and Amy’s’ moaning gave the green light. She gasped as I finally plunged in, and I learned over to kiss her as she embraced me.

I was pinning her against the bed and pumping her missionary style as she moaned in ecstasy.

She has had 3 orgasms when she finally ordered me to stop, and we were both drenched in sweat. I rolled over to the side and leaned over to kiss Amy. Her face beautiful hair stuck to her forehead, and she smiled at me tenderly. She reached over and played with my balls, gently tugging at them playfully.

The frustration of not having any relief was building up and my cock was making a desperate attempt to break its steel cage.

The action-packed couple of days haven’t helped either and I knew that Amy was thoroughly enjoying my frustration. But I knew better than to ask for release.

“The little guy must be desperate for release” Amy teased, as if she was reading my mind.

“You have no idea baby” I replied quite sincerely.

“Good” Amy said while smiling as she snuggled up for a kiss.

“Maybe tomorrow if you are a good boy, I will consider giving you some release. Maybe even let you put that little clit of yours inside me” Amy teased and kissed me good night right after.

I was aroused by the thought, and she clearly said it last to keep me in suspension. Devious little devil she thought. I smiled to myself as I slowly drifted off to sleep, cuddling the beautiful girl of dreams snoring and drooling in my arms.

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That evening I was happily in the bathtub at Mistress Fiona and Mistress Kristina’s place, scrubbing away with a can of bicarbonate in one hand and a sponge in the other. Suddenly the doorbell rang. This had never yet happened during my Saturday afternoon sessions as “house slave”. I had removed my apron and was naked except for a black leather collar. I heard men’s voices coming in through the front door…

How I got into this? I had fixed a computer for a lady I was trying to impress, and she had a friend called Fiona (Mistress Fiona now to me) whose PC also needed fixing. At Fiona’s there was a toy riding crop hanging on a nail and without thinking I toyed with it (“bashfully” Mistress Fiona told me later) and she said “wanna try?”.

I looked at her. She unhooked it and gave a couple of playful swipes. When she saw the effect on me (it gave me a hard on), she said “and how do you like this one?” She took out a serious horse-whip from the closet, and mock-threateningly raised it a couple of times. I think I made some gesture as if to ask what I was supposed to do, so she knew she had a catch. “Right! Let’s do this proper. Down your pants, on your knees and BEND OVER!”, and she gave me an honest good thrashing, there and then.

(Or so I thought. When I mentioned it later, she said “Oh Nonsense! I was very careful not to go too hard on you. We don’t want any blood or anything, for one thing. Nobody’s trying to REALLY hurt you. And you did come back for more, didn’t you pet? )

Yes I had. After running out of her place, after spending the next day craning at the traces in the bathroom mirror, applying ointment, after worrying to death someone might see them, after swearing I would never set foot again to her place, I realized 3 days later I was thinking about it all the time.

Finally I contacted her again and asked whether her problem was solved OK? Yes it was, but maybe I could have a look at the washing machine, it was making a weird sound. I brought my toolbox along, but when I arrived the washing machine had miraculously recovered. But since I was there, maybe I could clean some windows that were a bit high to reach?

When I had finished, she said “Look what I bought… Specially for you!” And she showed me a new leather riding crop.

From there it didn’t take long to move down to washing, scrubbing the floor, and before I knew it I was cleaning the toilet with an old toothbrush.

She also enjoyed ordering me to dress and undress, (or rather, enthusiastically enjoining me to do so), like I was her barbie doll. Some of the paraphernalia looked silly to me, but by now I was seriously in love and would do anything to please her. And wearing a collar really did turn me on.

I knew she was a lesbian. Her mate, Mistress Kristina, took some convincing to accept weekly visits, but I made a show of being really submissive, and besides I was useful around the house. Mistress Kristina short and muscular, with short black hair and a strong accent from her native Bulgaria, while Mistress Fiona was a red-head with long silky hair and long dresses.

So I was finishing my chores and looking forward to a hand job by Mistress Fiona. I was always tied down first to reassure Mistress Kristina about any possible initiative on my part.

Why did she put up with that? She knew her partner liked men too, and had been known to have affairs on the side. She saw me as a safe, harmless and controlled way of satisfying that side of her. And she did enjoy having a whipping-boy.

Also it peppered their own relationship. I actually witnessed that once, if not with my own eyes, at least with my own ears. Mistress Fiona had a habit of leaving me to dry after wanking me off. That evening she and Mistress Kristina got carried away and she forgot (or “forgot”, I’ll never know) to push me out first. I don’t know what thy were doing exactly, but it sounded pretty intense.

So I was in the bathtub when the doorbell rang, followed by Mistress Fiona opening the door and chatting with vistors. Men’s voices.

I was petrified. I was stark naked except for my collar, I’d taken off the rest of my serving suit to be at ease in the bathtub. I waited what seemed like forever. Maybe the visitors would leave?

Suddenly the door burst open and Mistress Kristina stormed in. “Drop that shit. We have visitors”. She was wearing leather leg-boots on her stocky legs, which made her look unusually beylikdüzü escort sexy. She hold a chain leash in one hand, and in the other – uh oh – a riding crop I hadn’t seen before, with what looked like a small ball bearing at the end.

Without ado she clamped the leash on my collar and ordered me to follow. I dried my feet as I could as I entered the living room in tow. I blushed scarlet to be undressed and collared in front of two fully glad gentlemen I had never been introduced to. One was short and plump, fussily dressed, and talked a lot. The other was an athletic giant.

I was told to turn around, to stand on tiptoe, kneel, stand up, (to test my obedience, maybe?). The fading marks from last week were commented. So was my beginning erection. *He does like to be given orders” said Mistress Fiona. “A terrible show-off”, Mistress Kristina couldn’t help herself from adding.

Mr Little Guy asked something like “and you sure that…” and Mistress Fiona answered confidently “oh yes absolutely”.

Mr Little concluded by saying “well let’s get down to business then”.

At this point I must confess the subject of forced bi had been raised before. Mistress Fiona had shown me some pics. It was the very beginning of the internet and I had yet to visit a porn site, with its neat chapters for everything from “small breasted redheads” to “hard-core scatology”. In fact my idea of pornography was magazines with photographs of full-breasted young women (usually white) in enticing poses. I had yet to encounter the word BDSM, and I didn’t even know I was a “sub”.

She asked me if I had ever done anything like that. I blushed and answered “‘Oh NO Mistress! I could NEVER do ANYTHING at all like that”. Her answer was a wink – my arousal must have shiwb. She understood my overly indignant reaction was the sign of a deep-seated interest. I stayed silent. If I’ d just added “no, seriously”, I guess the rest would not have followed.

And I must admit on returning home I looked up the practice, and even – with my heart in my mouth – downloaded my first porn images with my brand-new 3200 baud modem (about 10,000 times slower than what we have now. )

Back at the scene, what followed then happened so fast I hardly had time to realize what was going on. Mistress Kristina pointed with her crop to the spot in front of where Mr Little was sitting, ordering “KNEEL!” Mistress Fiona then sunk her manicured nails into the roots of my hair, pushing my mouth into his open fly. He wanked himself for a few seconds in my mouth and came as soon as he got hard. I gulped down his acrid liquid as fast as I could, to avoid keeping the taste. I remember thinking “not such a big deal in the end”. Mistress Fiona was meanwhile caressing the back of my neck (she knew I liked that), which was a partial consolation for the unromantic circumstances of my defloration.

I presumed Mr Big would be next, but he was standing motionless. I expected him to lower his pants or something if he wanted his cock sucked but he seemed to think this was my job. I looked up at Mistress Kristina; she nodded. I proceeded to undo his belt and fly. I was trembling slightly; I remember thinking that was probably a good thing, as it would help to confirm my status as a real virgin (at least in their area of interest), that Mr Little had enquired about.

I had seen his bulge, so I expected something big and hard. I wasn’t disappointed. What did surprise me was that once in the open, it was very accurately horizontal, a perfect right angle. It was to remain that way throughout.

I was about to “get down to business” when I heard the man’s voice for the first time:

Hold it, Boy.

Mistress Kristina gave a hearty yank on the leash, in case I didn’t get it.

It starts when I say so.

And Boy…

Pause. I could hear Mistress Kristina twitching her whip on her boots. I think I saw Mistress Fiona biting her lip.

… every time I have something to say about your performance, I click my finger, and you get licked. One click, one lick.

Are we agreed with that, Boy?

YesSirthankyouSirI’lldomybestSir.

(Never sounded so obsequious in my whole life. The man’s dick-eye, a foot from my nose, had a hypnotic effect).

I thought so. Now here is a sample.

He clicked twice. I cringed, but instead of swiping, Mistress Kristina caressed beyoğlu escort my left buttock, gently giving two pats. Was he joking or something?

Thwack! Thwack!

Between the finger-click and the punishing stroke, there must have been a signal from the master, but I was not witness to it.

Two little welts were now forming at the exact points she had tapped. They were comma-shaped, parallel, with a round and very red point from the ball bearing.

Mistress Kristina’s style was the opposite of Mistress Fiona’s. For the latter, flogging was always fun, and would naturally always also be so for me (even if I showed signs of not quite sharing the mood while it happened). For the former, it was always a motivated punishment, even if the motives were largely made up for the circumstance.

The first time she did it, I was on my hands and knees finishing washing the kitchen with a floor cloth (no mops, to ensure an exercise as humiliating as possible). When I was in the middle of wringing the floor cloth she glided in behind me and ordered “freeze! Don’t move one inch”. I was thus suspended with my hands over the pail holding the soggy floor cloth.

She swiped me five times, three on one buttock and two on the other, then pointed to the floor and asked “do you call that clean? You do it again! ” I started to say “but Mistress…” but she cut me short. “You want more? I give you more.” She then cut the exact symmetry. “I want this properly clean, or there’s more to come”. Only then could I finish wringing the cloth. I proceeded to wash the clean floor again, with ten cuts burning on my ass, in two neat columns.

So Mistress Kristina was more than happy to enforce the punishment ordered by Mr Big, who now added:

Now watch my finger.

His arms were crossed and his little finger raised. I understood that once the finger came down, it would be up to me.

A new pause left me time to think of blowjobs I had received or seen on video.

When his pinkie met his arm I was actually relieved to get started at last.

The Thing felt both rubbery and hard, making me think of a truncheon with a metal core.

Whatever I do, don’t touch it with my teeth. Try blowing hard. Try flicking my tongue. I gained some confidence and built up steam.

He pulled out after 2 minutes. What could possibly be wrong? I really was doing my best.

Are you in a hurry, Boy? Do you have a date somewhere?

I sensed I wasn’t supposed to answer.

I’ve got all the time in the world. It’s slow and easy till I tell you differently.

A new pause, then he added:

Your date, Boy…

He pointed to his erection

… is right here

3 clicks, this time on the right buttock.

I tried to imagine that instead of giving head to this brute I was dancing gently with Mistress Fiona in my arms. This seemed to work for a while. But he would pull out regularly, with recommendations like “Vary your techniques, Boy” or “Fondle my balls, they will be rincing your teeth eventually”.

The third time, I felt Mistress Kristina stroke my thigh. To give her free access, I lifted my ass high, put my head down, and pressed my cheek on the floorboards. This gave me a view of Mistress Fiona, who looked highly revved up by the sight of my humiliation. She would lift her arm and swipe it down to accompany the fall of the whip. I imagined her cunt like a wet sponge: this gave me a hard-on of my own. I then took this position every time Mr Big clicked his finger; until…

After giving me a single click for a minor point, Mr Big added:

And Boy…

… keep your eyes in front of you.

I pressed my nose deep into the ground but it was too late. Mistress Kristina had got increasingly annoyed at my eye contact with her mate. Mr Big must have given her a signal, and she went into high-power mode, like a car when you have your foot down on the accelerator and you flick off the speed limiter.

No more measured strokes, no careful aim. Right-left, right-left, right-left. Six deep cuts, all over my body. And for the finale, she stepped back as far as she could and ran at me, landing the deepest blow of all. She then exhaled deeply and said something like something like “feel better for that”. Both she and Mr Big seemed to think that was enough flogging for the evening.

I was then left to my own devices, blowing, biga escort licking, pumping, flickering, slobbering, kissing, fondling, in and out, up and down. In other words: I gave a man a blow job. All the time I was wondering when at last he would come.

I was somewhat surprised to feel a stiff hard-on of my own coming, despite the fire on my hide. So this makes you a…. Part of me couldn’t help thinking of the despising adjectives associated with what I was not only engaged in, but actively deriving pleasure from. But mainly I was proud to demonstrate that it wasn’t just a passive submission, but an actual relationship.

Finally he pulled out to announce:

Now is the last lap. I want you to give all you’ve got. And Boy…

What next this time? I had time to wonder.

… you don’t swallow till I say so.

After the jawbreaking effort, but variety of the previous explorations, the next minutes were brutish and repetitive. I was about to collapse in a heap like a broken horse, to everyone’s disappointment, when I heard a single syllable.

Stop.

The whole world seemed to stand still, become silent and immobile. Time was suspended, for how long? At least three seconds, that seemed an eternity.

The first squirt came so hard it went straight down my throat. I had the time to wonder about keeping anything down, his pulses were so slow.

I needn’t have worried, there was plenty more to come, slow and regular, for what must have lasted at least a minute; one of those minutes that count in a life. Finally, his balls drained, he yanked his dick out: it was only curving down very slightly. He shoved it back into his trunks without bothering to wipe himself, all sticky from his spunk and my saliva, pulled up his pants, and turned away, without a second look.

This was where Mistress Fiona pulled in a trolley with a bottle of cognac and glasses. She was half French and her mother was from a vineyard owning family. Followed a commentded tasting exercise, with Mistress Fiona and the two guests sipping and admiring the heavenly beverage. In the meantime, I remained naked, on my knees, with my mouth open for fear of swallowing, hardly daring to breathe. I could sense Mistress Fiona darting her eyes at me, fully enjoying the sight of my humiliation, while she was explaining the cognac, but I didn’t dare make contact: Mistress Kristina, who didn’t drink, still held me on leash, and was visibly itching to give another good swipe.

At last, once the last drop was finished and the glasses put down, Mr Big gave the long-awaited order:

Swallow up.

Then he added

What d’you say, boy?

All eyes were on me, so I sensed this must be some kind of test. I could hear myself answer

It’s been an honor and a pleasure, Sir.

And then, to my surprise, someone – and it could only have been me – added

I hope we have the opportunity to do this again.

And my voice was calm and assured, as if instead of being whipped and humiliated I had been screwing some Miss World.

Everybody seemed satisfied with this, and they nodded to each other. When they left I saw the little guy giving a few 50s to Mistress Kristina, who looked unusually pleased.

Once it was over and I was tied down, Mistress Kristina said something about going out for a drink and stormed out, slamming the door. Mistress Fiona then not only gave me a face-sitting – finally I got to seeing and tasting her cunt. It was soaked, her public hair as red and soft and silky as her hair. Then she actually finished me off with a blow job. “I’d love to ride on you, but Kris would feel it straight away” she even added. I went home that evening with a sore skin but an elated heart.

The next week, Mistress Kristina chained and padlocked me to a bondage device that forced me to kneel in the middle of the sitting room. Then I heard them getting dressed to go out. Then… Nothing. They just switched on the TV and sat on the couch.

After about half an hour, the door bell rang, and the same two guys came in. I saw the little guy giving a whole wad of cash to Mistress Kristina, in exchange for the key to the padlocks…

Mistress Kristina was already at the front door, but Mistress Fiona came back in her high heels and bent down to give me a kiss on each eye.

We are just going out for a bite and a movie, we won’t be long. Meanwhile you boys can do your stuff. I know there are things you’re embarrassed about in front of us girls… I’m counting on you to do your best now, we’ll talk it over when we get back.

Then, after blowing a kiss in my direction, her last words were:

I’m sure you’ll have great fun!

My heart was beating hard and fast. What could they possibly expect for all that money?

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Kate Returns Home Ch. 15

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Kate Returns Home Ch. 14

By Susan Greenway

[This story includes bodily functions and significant discipline. If any of this offends you, please read no further. This chapter will be much more comprehensible if you read the previous chapters first. All characters are well over 18. My thanks to Leslie Jones for encouraging me to use her Women’s Republic setting and her characters.]

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After Kathryn thanked Kate and Harry for giving her such a delightful evening beginning with their dining together and proceeding to their time together in Kate’s bedroom, she quietly dressed and kissed both Kate and Harry good night and her happy look on her face made them feel that they had done something special for her. Kate had encouraged Harry to pay full attention to Kathryn so that they might help make her feel wanted and sexually attractive.

Harry did not need convincing because he was drawn to Kathryn’s voluptuous figure and felt pleased that his wife wanted him to satisfy her colleague. Kathryn needed to watch with whom she became intimate because of her work as a principal procurement officer in the Corrections Service. She had become close with Kate through handling procurement for the Disciplinary and Retraining Unit which Kate commanded.

Kathryn, who held the rank of Warrant Officer Third Class, which was the highest specialist grade, had no conflicts of interest with her colleague, and Harry was not off limits because Kate was fully supportive of the three of them enjoying each other in bed.

Despite the strenuous servicing Harry provided to both women, he was still happy to continue to please his wife, whom he did not have the chance to spend time with all that frequently. Kate lay on her back and drew her legs up so that her vulva and her anal opening were on display to her husband. He got between her legs and enjoyed licking both of her orifices. This warmed Kate immediately and she told him she was ready for some more lovely fucking. She helped him move up so that he could slip his hard cock into her sopping vagina.

This was their third time having intercourse that evening and from Kate’s point of view, she enjoyed it the most. Harry was thrusting in and out of her cunt and Harry rose to be able to play with her rigid nipples and kiss her deeply. He held her around her chest as they kissed and fucked at the same time. Kate sensed their closeness and the love they both felt. As she rose to the stimuli, she realized she was very close to yet another cum and she asked her husband how close he was. He told her that he was so excited being inside her and so close to her that he could cum anytime she wanted.

Kate reached down and let her finger slip into his anus. She was able to massage his prostate and knew that would bring him off and the sensations his spurts inside her caused were successful in bringing her off, too.

“I love you to death, darling,” she said, “and this has been so wonderful. We have to be able to get together often like this. Life is too short to have to wait.”

Harry felt a lot of love for Kate, too. He held her in high admiration for her having already moved so far in the Service at her young age, for she was just 26 now and already a major and commandant of her unit. Even though she had sent him for reeducation which resulted in his spending two weeks at a very severe corrections camp for men, his affection for her did not decline. She had even forgiven him–after imposing discipline–for allowing Nicole, then a barracks sergeant at the camp, to seduce and fuck him.

For her part, Kate was ready to forgive him and realized she should forgive Nicole rather than allow their antagonism to fester. So now Nicole was a valued cadre in Kate’s unit and had just been sent to Goose Cookers in the Women’s Republic’s second city. Kate expected to see Nicole the next day for a report in person on what had been learned at Goose Cookers, which had set up its own disciplinary office for its own employees.

Kate needed to get out of bed to use her well-equipped bathroom. She invited her husband to join her in the shower which they both needed after all the sex they had been having. Harry climbed out of bed, and they walked hand in hand into Kate’s shower, already naked. They soaped each other up and made sure they thoroughly cleaned each other’s intimate places.

Harry said he now needed to pee and couldn’t wait any more. Kate told him to do it in the shower and then she released the contents of her own bladder. The two pee streams turned the couple on, but Kate said they’d better finish up so they could get to sleep soon.

They then dried each other with nice thick towels, and Kate, who had her period, put a fresh tampon in her vadge, and then pulled up a pair of the new period panties Kathryn had given her from the recent order she had received.

Harry arose early and had an appointment at Goose Cookers’ capital office that day. Kate decided to get up with him to have breakfast together. She excused herself to use the bathroom and Harry bolu escort joined her there to shave. He watched as she pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet. Kate was not embarrassed having a bowel movement in front of him or changing her tampon again. She was an exhibitionist and turned around on the toilet so her husband could see her movement emerge from her bottom. Then she turned back and took out her soiled tampon, which Harry could see was soaked, and efficiently inserted a new one.

Harry took a break from shaving to wipe her, moving the toilet paper from wiping her pee from her vulva right down to her wet vagina and then pushed the paper into her cute little anus. He showed her the paper stained with pee and poo, then flipped it through her legs into the toilet. Kate was so happy realizing that her husband was not freaked out by all this happening with both getting to view it.

After they breakfasted, Harry was picked up by a cab that took him to his appointment the head of Goose Cookers’ capital office and the firm’s creative director, Eleanor. Kate had met Eleanor and they had become friends, introduced through Eleanor’s marriage to Kate’s ultimate boss, the Chief of Staff of the Service, GEN Annette. Annette had invited Kate’s predecessor as unit head, then-LTC Rachel, now a full colonel, who brought Kate with her. Since then, Kate and Eleanor had lunched together and had intimate relations upstairs in the private quarters at Eleanor’s exclusive women’s club in the capital. Eleanor also had a high regard for Kate’s disciplinary skills and had been disciplined by her on several occasions.

Eleanor greeted Harry warmly and discussed the litigation which Harry had been asked to take on, representing the company. Eleanor was accompanied by the company’s general counsel, Justine, who had travelled to the capital from the Goose Cookers headquarters in the second city.

Justine explained that one of their products had been copied and now was being sold by a smaller competitor. She explained that the company leadership wanted Harry to proceed to obtain an injunction and then an accounting of all revenue the competitor had realized. Eleanor had Justine and Harry go into a free office and get going on putting together the filing package for the litigation.

Justine had drafted the pleading and she and Harry went over it line by line after he had read it. Harry was a litigator by trade and was able to master the essentials of any business for the purpose of representation in court. They spent a good hour and a half rewriting and reconceiving the papers, as well as discussing how Harry would argue for the injunction.

The company, through Justine, had sent a letter along with a cease-and-desist demand, which had been ignored. They had the injunction papers ready to be filed that day and requested a return date in court a week later. Harry would return to his home in the second city, so he and Justine agreed to fly back together. Eleanor had a chance to speak with Harry by themselves and told him that when he returned to argue, she wanted Kate and him to join Annette and her at their place for dinner.

“Kate is a good friend,” she said, “and I know we would like to enjoy an evening with the two of you. Why don’t you stay over and come over to our apartment tonight?” When Harry accepted, knowing that Kate would approve, Eleanor asked Justine if she would join them. Eleanor added that she could have her office make their arrangements to fly out early the next day.

Harry knew that this was a good move for both his wife and himself. Representing Goose Cookers would give him a special cachet in the Women’s Republic as a man who could be valuable to the most powerful women and institutions in the Republic. For her part, Justine, who was in her late 30s and sported a sparkling head of auburn hair, which looked good with her conservative suit, decided that being with Eleanor socially, and with Harry and his wife, along with Annette, was not an invitation to pass up.

Eleanor gave Annette a call to let her know what she had organized. Justine said she’d stay and get work done at the firm’s capital office, using the room Eleanor had given Harry and her for working space. Harry called Kate to let her know what was being planned and agreed to meet her back at her suite. She said that when he wanted to return to her place, she’d leave word at the desk to let him in.

Harry left to go back to Kate’s suite. He was surprised to find her there, although it was only mid-afternoon. She didn’t seem pleased.

“So, Eleanor talked you into a dinner party?” she said, sounding quite annoyed.

“Didn’t I do the right thing?” he asked, not sure where this was going.

“You call me before accepting a social engagement here,” Kate snapped.

“I thought you liked Eleanor,” Harry rejoined. “She seems quite fond of you.”

“I do,” Kate replied, “and she does. But I’m not so sure I want to get into a major orgy tonight with them.”

“Is that what will happen?” bolvadin escort Harry asked, incredulous.

“It could,” Kate said. “Eleanor is very much into playing with people like us. She’ll get that General Counsel involved before the woman gets a chance to consider the implications. They now have their hooks into you, and she’d like nothing better than to expand her network. If the invite came from Annette, I wouldn’t have any choice but to accept. Justine will be delighted to go back and tell Janet how she has gotten into the inner circle. Did she come on to you? I really don’t know her at all.”

“No, she didn’t,” Harry said, visibly bothered by Kate’s reaction. “She was entirely professional. We just worked on the legal stuff. You do know these people and I don’t but…”

“That’s right, you don’t,” Kate again snapped at him. “So, you need to let me make the calls when it comes to this kind of situation, ok? Don’t get me wrong–I’ve played there–both sex and discipline–with Eleanor, Annette, Janet, Rachel, you get the drift.”

“Are you worried we might end up in bed or something like that with them?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Kate said, and she seemed distraught. “You don’t get it, do you?” she looked at her husband. “Do you think I want to get into a scene with them when I will start bleeding when I remove my tampon?”

It finally clicked with Harry that Kate did not want her period to be generally known.

“I get it,” he said quietly. “I was obtuse and never thought about why you wouldn’t want to go there and possibly get involved in some playing, right?”

“You win the prize, but you realized what was going on a bit late, sweetie,” she told him. “I’m disappointed in you, Harry.”

This cut Harry to the quick. He so loved her, even when she got stern and incredibly dominant. But he hated to think he had hurt her.

“Pull down your pants,” she ordered in a tone that would brook no resistance.

He complied and she then took down his boxer shorts. It couldn’t be helped, he thought, that his cock was wildly erect.

Kate noticed and was pleased that domme behavior would get him hard.

“Bend over my desk and grasp the other side,” she said coolly. Harry realized he was in for it, but he wasn’t sure with what.

He learned soon enough. Kate took her little black graphite rod out of her handbag. She lay it on his bare ass, drew it back, and began firing at his pale cheeks. Little red lines started to appear as Harry’s bottom became increasingly sensitive and striped. He felt like a thousand tiny bugs were biting him.

Kate kept striking his bottom with the little rod. She moved lower on his bottom where it hurt more. Then she used the tip of the rod to poke into his little anal star and ran the rod through his legs. She tapped it gently on the shaft of his cock and on his scrotum.

“Yes, sweetie,” she purred, “you might make me apply this in these places if you are naughty like that again.”

Harry was now frightened. He adored her but she sure had a nasty streak, a streak which kept him incredibly hard. Oh, he so wanted to fuck her now, but he knew that wasn’t happening.

Kate now reached under her uniform skirt and pulled off her plain white cotton panties. She unzipped her skirt and removed it. Then she lay back on her bed and spread her legs. She told her husband to get between her legs and take out her tampon with his teeth. First, though, she had him put dark towels under her bottom.

Harry did what he was told and moved his face between Kate’s lovely legs. He saw the little white string and grasped it with his teeth and pulled. It took a tug to move it but then it slowly emerged from her cunt. His face was soaked by a gush of menstrual blood that followed the tampon out of her pussy.

“I need to be licked now,” she said sweetly to him, as if it were a request, not an order.

He pushed his face in and began to apply his tongue to her bleeding gash. The flow was mixed in with her arousal juices and he found to his surprise that he liked the metallic but femmy taste that he was experiencing. He tried to curl his tongue to get it further inside her pretty pussy. He told himself that it was wild how much he loved her, enough to get off on licking her during her period.

It didn’t take long for her to cum. When she did, even more of her flow landed on his face. She looked down from where her head lay on her pillow and smiled.

“I may want you to do this every time I have my monthly,” she told him. Even though she was still pissed at him, her horniness during her period won out.

“Harry, you should know I get angry easier when I’m on, but I also want to fuck more, if that’s possible,” Kate grinned. “Put me out of my misery, darling, and stuff me with that lovely cock.”

Harry wasn’t that surprised by her change of mood. He now knew how horny Kate got during her period. He also loved the prospect of fucking her now, too, because he got a special charge about the messiness and bomonti escort her happiness at overcoming it through hot sex. She was hot–from the moment his cock pressed into her, she was in motion, and he had to thrust hard to keep up with her pace. This was a delightful fast fuck. They both came within minutes.

After they both lay on their backs exhausted from the frenzy, Kate decided that she would wear a menstrual cup instead of using tampons tonight. She told Harry where to find it in her dresser drawer and he came back with the little bag.

She took it out and expertly flattened it, then holding it between her thumb and finger, slipped it into her bleeding vagina and positioned it to sit below her cervix and fill up with her flow. Then she put on a pair of the period panties Kathryn had sent her–these were black–and pulled them up. They were boy shorts and she felt good in them.

Now they lay together on the bed and Kate held him in her arms. “I’m sorry I had to punish you, honey,” she said warmly. “You know how much I love you so you can see how it hurt me when you did what you did.”

Harry started to think that he liked it when Kate turned into this kind of mood, but he also recalled that he had had no reason to think that the dinner invitation would cause a commotion with her.

“Is your bottom sore?” she asked solicitously. “I know it is, darling. I’m sorry I had to discipline you. Crouch over me with your bottom facing me now.”

Harry moved so he was perched over Kate with his reddened bottom and recessed anal opening staring her in the face. Much to Harry’s surprise, Kate now leaned up and began licking his bottom-hole. He was amazed at how proficient she was and how turned on he was both by feeling her tongue press inside and by the realization that she was making him feel so good by doing this. He’d never known a woman who would do it, much less volunteer and do it without being asked. He chuckled because he knew he never would have had the nerve to ask her to lick his ass.

They then lay together in each other’s arms for a long time. By the time they wanted to get up it was already six o’clock and there were evening shadows outside her bay window. Kate went into the bathroom and extracted the cup to empty it into the toilet on which she was sitting. She then enjoyed a nice long pee before she re-inserted the cup. She prided herself on how quickly she became used to this new period protection.

Harry knew it was all right to come in when she was on the bowl. She smiled and invited him to pee through her spread legs. She liked seeing him do that and aim well enough so he didn’t get any of his hot pee on her legs or in her pussy.

“This is going to get a little smelly,” she warned him with a grin as she felt a very soft movement–the kind she had during her period–slide out of her bottom into the toilet.

She was right. It was a powerful shitty smell. He knew what he needed to do, though.

“Can I wipe you now, darling?” he asked.

She smiled and said she would love for him to do that. He took some toilet paper and bunching it, softly pressed it between her labia and down over her plugged vagina to her messy anal area which he wiped thoroughly and after depositing the paper in the toilet, took some more off the roll and finished wiping her2 clean in her rear.

Then he began to stand and took her head in his hands and kissed her deeply and intensely.

* * *

Kate knew she didn’t need to show up for the dinner in uniform. Annette was the only other Service member there, and the Chief of Staff didn’t feel obliged to wear her uniform on social occasions in her apartment. Eleanor greeted them and introduced Harry to Annette, who smiled and told him what good things she had heard about him. Eleanor chuckled.

Soon Justine arrived. Eleanor had arranged a room for her at the women’s club where Eleanor was a member. Justine had brought a small case with her just in case she stayed over and had a simple skirt and blouse in it. She wore her business-day thigh-hi hose and smart burgundy pumps. Her auburn hair, with bangs in front, glistened from her shower.

Eleanor was active in maintaining conversation among her guests. Kate had not met Justine previously and thought she was pleasant enough, even for a lawyer. She wasn’t jealous because her own status was high, but she also appreciated that Harry could speak professionally with Justine, so she might as well accept that.

Eleanor didn’t embarrass Justine by asking her questions in front of everyone that could make her feel targeted. But when the two of them were conversing apart from the rest, she asked her if she had had to visit the Goose Cookers disciplinary office.

Justine’s face colored instantly, and Eleanor realized she had pushed a button.

“Yes, I have,” she said crisply, “and it’s not something I ever want to experience again.”

Eleanor then said offhandedly that she had been there so she hoped Justine would be willing to open up to her about it. She explained what had happened when Janet was disciplined, and she could see that Justine’s mouth fell open. Eleanor was pleased that this indicated that word of Janet’s embarrassing punishment had not circulated that widely through the company if the general counsel hadn’t heard about it.

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Ass Up

His for the taking, hers for the pleasing

This is purely a work of fiction. I welcome any feedback you may have. Please note this is in the BDSM category for a reason. If it’s not your scene, no need to read any further.

Staring at the gleaming marble floor before me, Eloise found herself lost in thought as to how she ended up here. Chained to the wall like a dog. Dressed up like a high class hooker. A skin tight maid’s uniform, which barely covered anything. Complete with black lace stockings, six inch heels and a steel collar around her neck. She’d been on the floor for hours. The stone dug into her knees and she was sure there’d be bruises when she got up. If he ever let her up that is. Henry liked to remind her of her place often. Below him. Always.

Sometimes he’d have her kneel out of the blue wherever she was, just to prove he had that power over her. To remind her that she was his property and his to control. He always wanted her to work. It served as another reminder that she was here for him as his slave. She’d been scrubbing the same white marble tiles for so many hours her back began to ache. She couldn’t tell how long she’d been cleaning because there were no clocks in the house. He wanted her to serve him without question and controlling time had a good effect on her obedience. He was also a perfectionist and despite months of servitude, her work had never lived up to his standards.

He loved to hear her chains rattle away as she worked. Sometimes he’d stand next to her, chatting away while drinking his favourite whiskey, swirling the ice around. As if it was normal to speak to a girl chained up in his house. But Eloise had agreed to this. She’d found herself in debt after a drug deal she made went wrong. She didn’t mean to do it. Her girlfriend at the time had lured her in. A tattooed goddess named Olivia. Eloise would’ve followed her to the ends of the Earth if she’d asked her to. Olivia knew that and pushed Eloise to her limits anyway, pulling her deeper and deeper into the darkness. With an arts degree and a minimum wage newspaper job, 24-year-old Eloise wanted a taste of the good life and selling high quality cocaine her ticket there. To French champagne, VIP entrances and private planes. But drug-dealing came with challenges. Never knowing who to trust. Now, given her current position, clearly she’d trusted the wrong person.

She snapped out of her thoughts and squeezed out the sponge into the large bucket of dirty water. Suddenly the large wooden door slammed and Eloise began to panic. She wasn’t at the top of the hallway. He’d come up with this game where he’d chain her to a small horizontal pole that ran up the length of the house whenever he went out. When he returned the whole floor had to be spotless. If his inspection revealed a speck of dust he’d drag her chain back to the end of the hallway and she’d have to start over. He did a lot of things like this. Mental mind-fuckery he called it. Designed to break her. But no matter what he tried, she’d fight him every step of the way. Just because she’d agreed to this temporary life of sexual servitude didn’t mean she’d make it easy for him. She wanted him to know that even if he made up the game, he’d have to play too. Eloise got off the floor, grabbed the bucket, slipped her heels off, put them in her hands and raced to the other side of the hallway. She was quietly confident. She’d been cleaning for hours, there’s no way he’d find any dirt this time. She had just enough time to throw her shoes on and get back on her knees with the sponge in her hand before she heard him again. His footsteps sent shivers down her spine, making her wet with anticipation. As much as she hated how he treated her, she absolutely loved how he fucked her. And it kept her prisoner. Prisoner to his touch. Prisoner to his every demand. And she was the one building her jail cell. His footsteps got closer bilecik escort and she bent down to clean the floor again, throwing her all into it, just like he conditioned her to do. When she first moved in, if he thought she wasn’t giving 100% into her duties she’d be punished.

“Laziness will not be tolerated in this house slave. Scrub harder! Work faster! That’s it slave, keep going. I said harder. Keep going.”

And heaven help her if she did stop. She’d feel the sting of his belt. At first it would just kiss her thighs and her ass, but then it would bite and rip into her flesh, over and over. She’d cry and beg him to stop. Sometimes he did, but not always. She feared today would be no different.

Eloise could hear him on the phone. She prayed he wouldn’t notice her and keep walking. She’d had enough of his belt. But how she begged for his touch. He on the other hand saw her as nothing more than his personal fucktoy. Always collared. Always at his service, at his beck and call 24 hours a day. He even had her wear a remote control vibrators, to ensure she was “always ready.” She had no control over when it would buzz to life, only to stop without warning again. Sometimes he’d play with it for hours and she’d be left wet and frustrated, begging to come over and over again. He loved to keep her on edge.

Today was no different. She’d been on the verge of cumming for hours without release. He knew that keeping her like this kept her open to anything. Then she heard it. Another large door slammed close. His footsteps got louder. They were quick, angry and determined. She shuddered at the thought of what she’d done to elicit these footsteps.

He stormed into the room, growling at her like a wild animal.

“What the fuck is this slave?!”

She spun around on her knees, put her hands behind her and arched her back, pushing her chest out absurdly far. It was one of the ‘positions’ they agreed on when she first entered the house, three months ago.

“If you have tits I want them on display always.” he’d told her.

It was in his list of demands and back then she wasn’t really in a position to negotiate anything, let alone some kind of aesthetic feature of her temporary indentured servitude. It seemed once again she’d failed to meet his demands

“Have I done something to displease you Sir? “

She asked with a coquettish smile, hoping he’d show her some kind of mercy.

“What do you think, bitch. Look at my fucking shoes”

She lowered her eyes and glanced at them. A scuff mark on the left side.

“M-M-Master I’m so sorry, please let me get something and clean it off for you.”

“Oh no slave. You’re already on the floor anyway like a good little cumrag. You might as well do the only thing you’re good for. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue for me.”

“Good, now clean it off.”

She looked back at him stunned. She’d done some pretty demeaning things, but he was taking this to a new level.

“Don’t look at me with those doe eyes slave! Push your breasts to the floor while you do it. Get lower. Lower. Yes I want your head on the floor while you lick the mark off my loafers. Good that’s better. I can’t walk around with dirt on my shoes, can I?”

“No sir. You can’t.”

Her tongue grazed against the leather, tasting the shoe polish she’d used the night before on the dozens of pairs he had. Losing herself in licking his shoes, She wondered how she ended up like this. A slave to this man’s every whim, every desire.

Suddenly a shred of her old self sprung back up and she put her tongue away defiantly. She slowly sat up, crossed her arms and glared at him.

“I’m not your bitch and I don’t lick shoes like a fucking dog.”

His piercing blue eyes met hers. They were full of fire and wrath.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

He grabbed the back bingöl escort of her brown ponytail and pulled her hard toward his crotch. His hands were strong and she could feel his silver ring, grazing the back of her head.

“Don’t you know your place by now? If I want you to be my fucking dog and lick my shoes, you will fucking do it. In fact by the time I’m through with you today you’ll be begging to lick my shoes.”

With his other hand, he ripped off his belt, folded it in two and snapped in front of her face.

“Stand up and go bend over my desk. It seems you need a little reminder of where you belong and who you belong to.”

Her green eyes grew wide with panic and lust. She knew what was about to go down and took a deep breath to steel herself. She stood up, enjoying the sudden relief from being on her knees and stretched her legs. She tottered over to his study, her heels click-clacking across the marble floor. His study reminded her of something out of the 1920’s. A plush olive leather couch in one corner surrounded by a row of bookshelves, stretching from one side of the room the other. In pride of place was Henry’s desk, A deep mahogany wood, covered in official documents and papers next to an empty whiskey glass. The room always smells like cigars, leading Eloise to believe this is the room where the 28-year-old Henry owed his success to.

Eloise made her way toward the desk, and laid her head down, careful to keep her breasts off of it, so he could get to them as well if he wanted. She could hear his footsteps and knew he was once again right behind her. So she’d better put on a show.

She lifted up the skirt of her uniform, revealing her black lace crotch-less panties. Easy access always. Another one of his demands. They were attached to her suspenders and her stockings with seams down the back. He’d told her when she first started paying off her debt that if she was going to be his slave she should look the part.

“You’re right to be scared.” He put his hand on her ass cheek and started rubbing it.

“If you hadn’t disobeyed me this wouldn’t be so painful. Count down from twenty.”

“Twenty?!”

He smacked her ass hard and chuckled.

“Yes bitch, you get twenty. If you’d done what you were told I wouldn’t have to take out my frustrations on you, would I?”

“No sir you wouldn’t”

“Good girl. Now get your ass high up in the air and start counting.”

Smack!

“One”

He didn’t hold back. The black leather belt ripped into her skin instantly. She could already feel the welts forming. She knew she wouldn’t be able to sit down once this was over. But that’s what he liked. Eloise in a state of constant discomfort. Always on edge. “Five”

Just when she thought she couldn’t take much more, the blows became more precise, and harder from cheek to cheek, back and forth.

“Ten, eleven”

The belt tore into her skin deeper and deeper. Eloise felt the tears spring from her eyes, but she felt something else too. She was wet.

“Not enjoying this are you slave? It’s supposed to be a punishment. You bad girl, it’s dripping down your legs.”

Her whole body was shaking in ecstasy and pain with every blow that landed. Henry took great pleasure in landing the final swats. He loved to see her body write in agony and pleasure.

“Twenty!” She gasped as the last blow struck her left cheek.

“What do you say, slave?”

She could hear the smile in his voice. Through her ragged breathing she stood up and turned around, rubbing her now red glowing cheeks. She’d drooled all over his papers, leaving red lipstick stains all over them. She grabbed her chain and turned to face him, her lips just below his.

“Thank you M-M-Master for teaching this slave her place.”

He laughed again, grabbing her face with one hand and her throat with the other. He smiled bingöl genç escort again, a little more deviously this time.

“Oh slave” he whispered into her ear, sending her pussy into overdrive.

“It’s clearly going to take more than a few little– whacks of a belt to teach you your place.

He growled at her again and inhaled. “Now, get the fuck on your knees and open your mouth.”

He let go of her throat and threw her back onto the floor so hard she was sure her knees would crack open. Then he grabbed two small chains from his pocket. He always had them in there in case. With one click her wrists were cuffed together and with the second they were also connected right below her neck, to her collar.

“We can’t have you playing with yourself when you’re trying to get me off can we?”

He raised one his eyebrows at her and her whole body melted. Elosie wondered how their relationship was so hot and so wrong at the same time. She shook her head away at the thought then offered her hands to him willingly. He stood back to admire his handiwork. The chains limited her movement significantly and left her completely at his mercy.

He stepped forward again

“Now get to work bitch and don’t stop until I say so. Get going”

She nodded, opened her mouth and took him in, already gagging as she had forgotten his size.

“Use that tongue bitch, I want to feel how excited you are. Yes, just like that, oh god.”

She gagged more but he didn’t care as he pushed her head down harder. He liked to feel her squirm underneath him.

“Yes keep going, faster I want to feel your mouth all over my cock. Make it feel like your pussy does, tight and wet. Yes oh god, you’re such a good little cumslut.”

Her hands wrapped tight around his cock and she spread her knees wide open, hoping to rub her wet needy pussy on something, On anything.

“Oh it looks like my little bitch is a dog after all, trying to hump the floor like that. Maybe we should get you a playmate if you’re going to act like that?”

She blushed at the thought but was slammed back to reality when he held her head in place and began thrusting in and out, face fucking her until she couldn’t breathe. It was violent and lustful. Eloise submitted to him. She didn’t fight when he pushed into her throat, she just moaned louder and let the tears sting her eyes.

“Oh are you crying slave? Does it hurt having me slam my dick into your mouth? Good, cry some more for me. Just keep sucking as you do it”

She was really turned on now and the two were in sync. Moaning and growling. Back and forth. Over and over. Wetter and wetter. But then he had an idea.

“Enough slave.”

He ripped his cock out of her mouth and took two steps back.

“Lean forward and open up.”

She hated this bit. It was his favourite way to train her to take it deeper. When she first started she could barely get down three inches. Now she could take all of him. But it wasn’t enough. she still needed to be able to lick his balls too. It was a skill she was yet to master, but he enjoyed watching her struggle for it. She leant as far forward as she could, taking his cock in. Forced to balance in this position she was basically choking herself with no help from him. He loved it. She could feel his cock throb as she swirled, sucked, choked and gagged. Every now and then her chains would rattle as she tried to reposition which turned them both on. She was so wet by this point her stockings were soaked. She took another deep breath and pushed hard. His cock hit the back of her throat and she lifted her tongue trying to touch his balls. But she couldn’t reach it. She was gagging so hard by this point, the saliva was foaming out the side of her mouth.

“Oh good girl, look at those mascara tears. Good girl”

He threw his head back and she finally caught her breath and lifted her mouth off him. She knew what was coming next. He was fired up and ready to take out his rage on her.

“Stand and strip bitch, but leave the stockings and heels on. Up against the bookshelf. Bend your legs a bit like that. Ass out. Good girl. Mm yeah. I’m going to fucking tear you apart.”

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How I Got My Tonsils Drenched

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Amateur

That evening I was happily in the bathtub at Mistress Fiona and Mistress Kristina’s place, scrubbing away with a can of bicarbonate in one hand and a sponge in the other. Suddenly the doorbell rang. This had never yet happened during my Saturday afternoon sessions as “house slave”. I had removed my apron and was naked except for a black leather collar. I heard men’s voices coming in through the front door…

How I got into this? I had fixed a computer for a lady I was trying to impress, and she had a friend called Fiona (Mistress Fiona now to me) whose PC also needed fixing. At Fiona’s there was a toy riding crop hanging on a nail and without thinking I toyed with it (“bashfully” Mistress Fiona told me later) and she said “wanna try?”.

I looked at her. She unhooked it and gave a couple of playful swipes. When she saw the effect on me (it gave me a hard on), she said “and how do you like this one?” She took out a serious horse-whip from the closet, and mock-threateningly raised it a couple of times. I think I made some gesture as if to ask what I was supposed to do, so she knew she had a catch. “Right! Let’s do this proper. Down your pants, on your knees and BEND OVER!”, and she gave me an honest good thrashing, there and then.

(Or so I thought. When I mentioned it later, she said “Oh Nonsense! I was very careful not to go too hard on you. We don’t want any blood or anything, for one thing. Nobody’s trying to REALLY hurt you. And you did come back for more, didn’t you pet? )

Yes I had. After running out of her place, after spending the next day craning at the traces in the bathroom mirror, applying ointment, after worrying to death someone might see them, after swearing I would never set foot again to her place, I realized 3 days later I was thinking about it all the time.

Finally I contacted her again and asked whether her problem was solved OK? Yes it was, but maybe I could have a look at the washing machine, it was making a weird sound. I brought my toolbox along, but when I arrived the washing machine had miraculously recovered. But since I was there, maybe I could clean some windows that were a bit high to reach?

When I had finished, she said “Look what I bought… Specially for you!” And she showed me a new leather riding crop.

From there it didn’t take long to move down to washing, scrubbing the floor, and before I knew it I was cleaning the toilet with an old toothbrush.

She also enjoyed ordering me to dress and undress, (or rather, enthusiastically enjoining me to do so), like I was her barbie doll. Some of the paraphernalia looked silly to me, but by now I was seriously in love and would do anything to please her. And wearing a collar really did turn me on.

I knew she was a lesbian. Her mate, Mistress Kristina, took some convincing to accept weekly visits, but I made a show of being really submissive, and besides I was useful around the house. Mistress Kristina short and muscular, with short black hair and a strong accent from her native Bulgaria, while Mistress Fiona was a red-head with long silky hair and long dresses.

So I was finishing my chores and looking forward to a hand job by Mistress Fiona. I was always tied down first to reassure Mistress Kristina about any possible initiative on my part.

Why did she put up with that? She knew her partner liked men too, and had been known to have affairs on the side. She saw me as a safe, harmless and controlled way of satisfying that side of her. And she did enjoy having a whipping-boy.

Also it peppered their own relationship. I actually witnessed that once, if not with my own eyes, at least with my own ears. Mistress Fiona had a habit of leaving me to dry after wanking me off. That evening she and Mistress Kristina got carried away and she forgot (or “forgot”, I’ll never know) to push me out first. I don’t know what thy were doing exactly, but it sounded pretty intense.

So I was in the bathtub when the doorbell rang, followed by Mistress Fiona opening the door and chatting with vistors. Men’s voices.

I was petrified. I was stark naked except for my collar, I’d taken off the rest of my serving suit to be at ease in the bathtub. I waited what seemed like forever. Maybe the visitors would leave?

Suddenly the door burst open and Mistress Kristina stormed in. “Drop that shit. We have visitors”. She was wearing leather leg-boots on her stocky legs, which made her look unusually beylikdüzü escort sexy. She hold a chain leash in one hand, and in the other – uh oh – a riding crop I hadn’t seen before, with what looked like a small ball bearing at the end.

Without ado she clamped the leash on my collar and ordered me to follow. I dried my feet as I could as I entered the living room in tow. I blushed scarlet to be undressed and collared in front of two fully glad gentlemen I had never been introduced to. One was short and plump, fussily dressed, and talked a lot. The other was an athletic giant.

I was told to turn around, to stand on tiptoe, kneel, stand up, (to test my obedience, maybe?). The fading marks from last week were commented. So was my beginning erection. *He does like to be given orders” said Mistress Fiona. “A terrible show-off”, Mistress Kristina couldn’t help herself from adding.

Mr Little Guy asked something like “and you sure that…” and Mistress Fiona answered confidently “oh yes absolutely”.

Mr Little concluded by saying “well let’s get down to business then”.

At this point I must confess the subject of forced bi had been raised before. Mistress Fiona had shown me some pics. It was the very beginning of the internet and I had yet to visit a porn site, with its neat chapters for everything from “small breasted redheads” to “hard-core scatology”. In fact my idea of pornography was magazines with photographs of full-breasted young women (usually white) in enticing poses. I had yet to encounter the word BDSM, and I didn’t even know I was a “sub”.

She asked me if I had ever done anything like that. I blushed and answered “‘Oh NO Mistress! I could NEVER do ANYTHING at all like that”. Her answer was a wink – my arousal must have shiwb. She understood my overly indignant reaction was the sign of a deep-seated interest. I stayed silent. If I’ d just added “no, seriously”, I guess the rest would not have followed.

And I must admit on returning home I looked up the practice, and even – with my heart in my mouth – downloaded my first porn images with my brand-new 3200 baud modem (about 10,000 times slower than what we have now. )

Back at the scene, what followed then happened so fast I hardly had time to realize what was going on. Mistress Kristina pointed with her crop to the spot in front of where Mr Little was sitting, ordering “KNEEL!” Mistress Fiona then sunk her manicured nails into the roots of my hair, pushing my mouth into his open fly. He wanked himself for a few seconds in my mouth and came as soon as he got hard. I gulped down his acrid liquid as fast as I could, to avoid keeping the taste. I remember thinking “not such a big deal in the end”. Mistress Fiona was meanwhile caressing the back of my neck (she knew I liked that), which was a partial consolation for the unromantic circumstances of my defloration.

I presumed Mr Big would be next, but he was standing motionless. I expected him to lower his pants or something if he wanted his cock sucked but he seemed to think this was my job. I looked up at Mistress Kristina; she nodded. I proceeded to undo his belt and fly. I was trembling slightly; I remember thinking that was probably a good thing, as it would help to confirm my status as a real virgin (at least in their area of interest), that Mr Little had enquired about.

I had seen his bulge, so I expected something big and hard. I wasn’t disappointed. What did surprise me was that once in the open, it was very accurately horizontal, a perfect right angle. It was to remain that way throughout.

I was about to “get down to business” when I heard the man’s voice for the first time:

Hold it, Boy.

Mistress Kristina gave a hearty yank on the leash, in case I didn’t get it.

It starts when I say so.

And Boy…

Pause. I could hear Mistress Kristina twitching her whip on her boots. I think I saw Mistress Fiona biting her lip.

… every time I have something to say about your performance, I click my finger, and you get licked. One click, one lick.

Are we agreed with that, Boy?

YesSirthankyouSirI’lldomybestSir.

(Never sounded so obsequious in my whole life. The man’s dick-eye, a foot from my nose, had a hypnotic effect).

I thought so. Now here is a sample.

He clicked twice. I cringed, but instead of swiping, Mistress Kristina caressed beyoğlu escort my left buttock, gently giving two pats. Was he joking or something?

Thwack! Thwack!

Between the finger-click and the punishing stroke, there must have been a signal from the master, but I was not witness to it.

Two little welts were now forming at the exact points she had tapped. They were comma-shaped, parallel, with a round and very red point from the ball bearing.

Mistress Kristina’s style was the opposite of Mistress Fiona’s. For the latter, flogging was always fun, and would naturally always also be so for me (even if I showed signs of not quite sharing the mood while it happened). For the former, it was always a motivated punishment, even if the motives were largely made up for the circumstance.

The first time she did it, I was on my hands and knees finishing washing the kitchen with a floor cloth (no mops, to ensure an exercise as humiliating as possible). When I was in the middle of wringing the floor cloth she glided in behind me and ordered “freeze! Don’t move one inch”. I was thus suspended with my hands over the pail holding the soggy floor cloth.

She swiped me five times, three on one buttock and two on the other, then pointed to the floor and asked “do you call that clean? You do it again! ” I started to say “but Mistress…” but she cut me short. “You want more? I give you more.” She then cut the exact symmetry. “I want this properly clean, or there’s more to come”. Only then could I finish wringing the cloth. I proceeded to wash the clean floor again, with ten cuts burning on my ass, in two neat columns.

So Mistress Kristina was more than happy to enforce the punishment ordered by Mr Big, who now added:

Now watch my finger.

His arms were crossed and his little finger raised. I understood that once the finger came down, it would be up to me.

A new pause left me time to think of blowjobs I had received or seen on video.

When his pinkie met his arm I was actually relieved to get started at last.

The Thing felt both rubbery and hard, making me think of a truncheon with a metal core.

Whatever I do, don’t touch it with my teeth. Try blowing hard. Try flicking my tongue. I gained some confidence and built up steam.

He pulled out after 2 minutes. What could possibly be wrong? I really was doing my best.

Are you in a hurry, Boy? Do you have a date somewhere?

I sensed I wasn’t supposed to answer.

I’ve got all the time in the world. It’s slow and easy till I tell you differently.

A new pause, then he added:

Your date, Boy…

He pointed to his erection

… is right here

3 clicks, this time on the right buttock.

I tried to imagine that instead of giving head to this brute I was dancing gently with Mistress Fiona in my arms. This seemed to work for a while. But he would pull out regularly, with recommendations like “Vary your techniques, Boy” or “Fondle my balls, they will be rincing your teeth eventually”.

The third time, I felt Mistress Kristina stroke my thigh. To give her free access, I lifted my ass high, put my head down, and pressed my cheek on the floorboards. This gave me a view of Mistress Fiona, who looked highly revved up by the sight of my humiliation. She would lift her arm and swipe it down to accompany the fall of the whip. I imagined her cunt like a wet sponge: this gave me a hard-on of my own. I then took this position every time Mr Big clicked his finger; until…

After giving me a single click for a minor point, Mr Big added:

And Boy…

… keep your eyes in front of you.

I pressed my nose deep into the ground but it was too late. Mistress Kristina had got increasingly annoyed at my eye contact with her mate. Mr Big must have given her a signal, and she went into high-power mode, like a car when you have your foot down on the accelerator and you flick off the speed limiter.

No more measured strokes, no careful aim. Right-left, right-left, right-left. Six deep cuts, all over my body. And for the finale, she stepped back as far as she could and ran at me, landing the deepest blow of all. She then exhaled deeply and said something like something like “feel better for that”. Both she and Mr Big seemed to think that was enough flogging for the evening.

I was then left to my own devices, blowing, biga escort licking, pumping, flickering, slobbering, kissing, fondling, in and out, up and down. In other words: I gave a man a blow job. All the time I was wondering when at last he would come.

I was somewhat surprised to feel a stiff hard-on of my own coming, despite the fire on my hide. So this makes you a…. Part of me couldn’t help thinking of the despising adjectives associated with what I was not only engaged in, but actively deriving pleasure from. But mainly I was proud to demonstrate that it wasn’t just a passive submission, but an actual relationship.

Finally he pulled out to announce:

Now is the last lap. I want you to give all you’ve got. And Boy…

What next this time? I had time to wonder.

… you don’t swallow till I say so.

After the jawbreaking effort, but variety of the previous explorations, the next minutes were brutish and repetitive. I was about to collapse in a heap like a broken horse, to everyone’s disappointment, when I heard a single syllable.

Stop.

The whole world seemed to stand still, become silent and immobile. Time was suspended, for how long? At least three seconds, that seemed an eternity.

The first squirt came so hard it went straight down my throat. I had the time to wonder about keeping anything down, his pulses were so slow.

I needn’t have worried, there was plenty more to come, slow and regular, for what must have lasted at least a minute; one of those minutes that count in a life. Finally, his balls drained, he yanked his dick out: it was only curving down very slightly. He shoved it back into his trunks without bothering to wipe himself, all sticky from his spunk and my saliva, pulled up his pants, and turned away, without a second look.

This was where Mistress Fiona pulled in a trolley with a bottle of cognac and glasses. She was half French and her mother was from a vineyard owning family. Followed a commentded tasting exercise, with Mistress Fiona and the two guests sipping and admiring the heavenly beverage. In the meantime, I remained naked, on my knees, with my mouth open for fear of swallowing, hardly daring to breathe. I could sense Mistress Fiona darting her eyes at me, fully enjoying the sight of my humiliation, while she was explaining the cognac, but I didn’t dare make contact: Mistress Kristina, who didn’t drink, still held me on leash, and was visibly itching to give another good swipe.

At last, once the last drop was finished and the glasses put down, Mr Big gave the long-awaited order:

Swallow up.

Then he added

What d’you say, boy?

All eyes were on me, so I sensed this must be some kind of test. I could hear myself answer

It’s been an honor and a pleasure, Sir.

And then, to my surprise, someone – and it could only have been me – added

I hope we have the opportunity to do this again.

And my voice was calm and assured, as if instead of being whipped and humiliated I had been screwing some Miss World.

Everybody seemed satisfied with this, and they nodded to each other. When they left I saw the little guy giving a few 50s to Mistress Kristina, who looked unusually pleased.

Once it was over and I was tied down, Mistress Kristina said something about going out for a drink and stormed out, slamming the door. Mistress Fiona then not only gave me a face-sitting – finally I got to seeing and tasting her cunt. It was soaked, her public hair as red and soft and silky as her hair. Then she actually finished me off with a blow job. “I’d love to ride on you, but Kris would feel it straight away” she even added. I went home that evening with a sore skin but an elated heart.

The next week, Mistress Kristina chained and padlocked me to a bondage device that forced me to kneel in the middle of the sitting room. Then I heard them getting dressed to go out. Then… Nothing. They just switched on the TV and sat on the couch.

After about half an hour, the door bell rang, and the same two guys came in. I saw the little guy giving a whole wad of cash to Mistress Kristina, in exchange for the key to the padlocks…

Mistress Kristina was already at the front door, but Mistress Fiona came back in her high heels and bent down to give me a kiss on each eye.

We are just going out for a bite and a movie, we won’t be long. Meanwhile you boys can do your stuff. I know there are things you’re embarrassed about in front of us girls… I’m counting on you to do your best now, we’ll talk it over when we get back.

Then, after blowing a kiss in my direction, her last words were:

I’m sure you’ll have great fun!

My heart was beating hard and fast. What could they possibly expect for all that money?

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The walk back from the Pony facility was a fairly hefty one and it had been one of the few times she’d considered taking the pony-pulled rickshaw back to the school. But stubborn as she was she’d decided to walk which, took up more time but also gave her space to think. The intent was for her to choose one of the extracurricular activities to get her grades back on track, purely thanks to Professor Barnes’ string pulling. But after seeing what this may entail she was more than a bit torn. The swim club looked fun, as did the music club. And while the ponies had been nice, she had no intention of stepping into hooves. Even if it had been rather fun. More so than she’d expected.

Tossing ideas around in her head she walked up to the school, warming her hands in the pockets built into the school uniform’s skirt she looked up at the cotton candy-colored sky. After touring with Lemondrop the entire day it was late enough that the sun was now setting behind the school. Lily enjoyed the sunset, perhaps not the sunset itself. But the pastel array of colors it scattered across the sky as the light faded had always been a calming influence to her. Perhaps that was because her favorite colors were all pastel shades. Usually, she was far too busy to sit and enjoy the sight of the sun sinking into the horizon. Everyone was always too busy to appreciate the small things, including her.

Making her way into the school and taking the short walk, she ended up outside of the Professor’s office. She raised a hand and knocked gently until she was invited in with a short, “Come in.”

Inside, Professor Barnes was playing some sort of old-school looking game on his computer screen when she walked in, one he paused so he he had the time to examine the still sweat-soaked female before him. His eyes wandered over the bandages on her arm and legs and he couldn’t help but chuckle, “Took a tumble at the Universities Pony Club did we?” He asked with a raised brow as Lily sank into the armchair across from him.

“How could you tell?” She asked with a slight huff, reaching up to pull her long chocolate brown strands of hair into a ponytail now that they were dry.

“Hard not to recognize the bandaging they use. Poultice underneath I imagine?”

Lily nodded, “Yeah. It feels kind of nice actually. Kind of cool and numbing.”

Professor Barnes smiled and nodded before breaking the small talk as he leaned back, steepling his hands and casting his gaze over Lily, “So then. You remember why I sent you out with Lemondrop today?”

Lily nodded, “I do. Yes.”

“Well then, you know what I’m going to ask. Have you made a decision?”

To his surprise, Lily shook her head, “I…I haven’t. I wanted to ask if you’d give me the evening to consider beşiktaş escort my options. It’s been a really long day and it’s kind of been information overload. I don’t want to make a rushed decision and choose the wrong extracurricular. If that’s ok with you?”

Professor Barnes considered the request carefully. He was pushing her into unfamiliar territory and he too understood how overwhelming that could be in terms of the sheer amount of information. He spun to his computer, bringing up a series of menus and typing a few things in, “Tell you what. I’ll give you until noon tomorrow. Enough time for you to rest, consider your options, and get back to me with an answer. What you’re asking isn’t unreasonable. I’ll admit, I’m disappointed you don’t have an answer now. But I do understand why you’d like time to consider your options. Should you need any additional information, just send me an email. I am the head of the Extracurricular department after all. Is that amiable?”

Lily nodded, thankful he was willing to make the small compromise, “That would be perfect. Thank you, Professor Barnes.”

With a dismissive wave of his hand, he turned his game back on, “Well then Miss McKinsey. Go get yourself cleaned up, consider your options and I’ll look forward to hearing from you. Also, those bandages are fully waterproof. Not sure if the Doctor told you that.”

Lily climbed to her feet and ran her fingers over the pastel blue bandages about her right arm, “She did not. Guess I don’t have to worry when I shower.” She turned and headed for the door pausing at the frame and smiling, “Thank you again, Professor.”

Professor Barnes however was already lost in his game leaving Lily to head out of the room and start the slightly-long walk back to her dormitory. She’d done more walking today than in the last three months and it was beginning to show in the tiredness etched on her face.

After arriving at her dormitory she was thankful for the blast of cool air that washed over her face when the door slid open. It was icy cold against her sweat-soaked skin and she just stood there, enjoying the sensation for a few moments, her eyes closed as she leaned against the doorframe.

“Looks like someone had an interesting day.” Came the voice of none other than Serrah, lying atop her bed completely nude. Her legs kicked back and forth idly as she held a novel in her hand, a pair of frameless glasses perched upon her nose. She’d lowered the book and looked up at Lily who was still leaning on the doorframe.

“Oh hey, Serrah. Didn’t see you lying there. It’s certainly been an interesting day.”

“Really? You didn’t see me lying here? Buck naked? You MUST be tired if you weren’t besni escort eyeing up my perfect ass.”

Lily chuckled and did take a moment then to appreciate the softly curved form of Serrah lying on her bed. The two of them had gotten comfortable with one another a long time ago. Coming home to her roomie sitting nude was not so uncommon an occurrence anymore, “My bad. I’ll make sure to eye it up more next time.” She paused, her eyes falling upon a design upon Serrah’s buttcheek, a pastel sun looking vibrant against her sun-kissed skin.

“What’s with the tattoo?” Lily asked as she pushed into the room, walking towards the bathroom, and shedding clothes as she walked.

“Tatt…oh! This?” She asked, pressing a finger down on the pastel sun design.

Lily nodded.

“Oh just something cute to make my butt look nicer, duh. There was someone doing demos for these temporary Henna tattoos at the trade show today so I decided to try it!”

Lily raised an eyebrow as she wiggled out of her shirt, “And you decided to get it on your butt?”

“It’s my best feature! Gotta highlight it!” Serrah said with an innocent smile before changing the subject, “So did you decide on any of the clubs today?” She asked with a tilt of her head.

Lily shook her head, “Not yet. I’ve got until noon tomorrow to let Professor Barnes know.” She said this as she slipped into the bathroom, shedding the last of her clothes on the way in and firing up the shower, the warm steamy water looking so very inviting.

“Well, that’s nice of him to give you some time. What are your options and which ones are you considering so far?” Serrah asked, lifting her book back up and speaking a bit louder so she could be heard over the running water of the shower.

“Well. I toured a lot of clubs today. But I’m considering the Swim Club, Music Club, Or even the Gymnastics club. Acrobatics could be kinda fun to learn I guess.” Lily spoke as she stepped into the shower standing under the nearly full-hot water and just enjoying the sensation as it washed over her, rinsing away the layer of sweat on her body.

“Some decent choices. Did you get all bandaged up at the Gymnastics club then?”

Lily chuckled, “No, those I earned at…well…The Pony Club.”

Serrah let a grin spread across her lips at the response, “Oh? Pony Club huh? Did they stick you on a treadmill or something to try it out?”

“No, a pony named Ember literally dragged me into the middle of some polo game. It was pretty fun actually, like pony soccer. Although I felt a bit awkward.”

“Yeah, Ember can be like that sometimes…”

“Wait what?”

“What?” Serrah answered, realizing the small slip-up, “I just meant that I’ve heard that beykoz escort Ember can be like that. The Pony Club is one of the more popular clubs in the school so one tends to hear a few rumors once in a while. Why’d you feel awkward?”

Lily didn’t notice Serrah’s slip-up and thankfully just continued, “Rumors do float about. As for the awkward part. I was the only person on the field in y’know…normal clothes? It felt a bit weird is all. Like being the only person at the gym wearing jeans or the only person at a formal gathering in casual clothing.”

“You should have asked for tack, then it wouldn’t be so awkward!” Serrah teased, “Cute little bit in that mouth of yours, some nice hooves…” She mused.

“Oh shut it. Not a chance! It was fun, but The Ponyplay Club is not even close to making my list of potential choices. It was an experience, plain and simple.”

“But it was fun. Have you ever stopped to consider that trying something you hate, could help you develop some appreciation for it and those who enjoy it?”

Lily didn’t respond immediately, pressing the button in the shower that began spitting foam out over her, “It was, yes. I don’t know. Could you really see me in that club? Me of all people who goes out of my way to avoid all of the modern society’s pony junk?”

“Yes, actually,” Serrah responded with an amused giggle.

“Well, it’s not happening. I’ll join the easiest club and be done with this whole mess so I can continue my education. Plain and simple.”

Serrah shrugged, “As you wish. I was just teasing anyway.” An idea popped into her mind suddenly, “Say, I’m thinking of going to the school trade show again in the morning tomorrow, do you want to come with me? Breakfast is on me.”

Lily was out of the shower by then, tousling her hair as she walked out of the bathroom in just a towel, “So long as I can make it back to see Professor Barnes by noon, I’ll come.”

“Professor Barnes will be at the show. The Trade Show is generally based on the school’s extracurriculars. New tech and all that stuff. So it’ll work out perfectly if you come.”

Lily nodded, taking off her towel and flopping onto her bed unceremoniously and closing her eyes, “Yeah alright, I’ll tag along then. Maybe they’ll have the new Glass Tablet there. I’ve been thinking of picking one up.”

Serrah nodded and went on a bit about the trade show, explaining how it came every year and had booths for all sorts of new and amazing things, “…OH! And there’s booths for…” She trailed off as she let her eyes settle upon Lily.

No response came from Lily because a few minutes after she’d hit the silky, comfortable blankets on her bed she had dozed off. Serrah couldn’t help but look at the girl with a soft smile. It was the first time she’d seen Lily go to sleep without her meds. She rolled over and climbed out of her bed so she could walk over and lay a blanket softly over Lily’s sleeping form, “Sleep well, my dear. I’ll see you in the morning.” She whispered before retiring to her bed and her book after dimming the lights.

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Greedy Baby

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Not looking at any price tags. She threw countless garments into the bag. Anything that caught her eye as she chatted with her best friend.

“No no, he has a great job, he earns so much money this will hardly make a dent,” She bragged, throwing in a pair of heels.

He forced a smile, keeping up appearances in front of their friends as they raided the shopping mall, “Well, I’m getting rather hungry. Let grab a bite to eat?”

Everyone agreed and they made their way to the food court, where she ordered herself 2 meals, 3 drinks and a dessert.

She avoided his game and dug into her lunch, not even finishing half of what she got. Still she saved it for later and everybody else finished their meals. Together they walked to the toy store and the girls each chose one teddy.

Except, of course, not her. She took 2, claiming she ‘just couldn’t choose’ and ‘he can afford it easily anyway’. He was starting to get pissed off with her spending.

So when the rest of the group were distracted he pulled her aside, “You need to quit being so careless with your spending. You do not go around spending my money on crap without permission. Cut it out, right now.”

She nodded and scurried back to the group. Next stop was one more clothing store. She sped up her walking pace and dodged him every second as her behaviour did not change. She picked up dresses, blouses, jackets, sweaters, skirts and jeans. She just wouldn’t stop.

This continued into the shoe store and then they entered the general store where she bought several snacks, treats and even ice cream.

That being their last store, everyone split off and went home with their respective partners. batman escort The entire drive home was spent in silence with an almost too tight grip on her thirgh as he drove well over the speed limit.

Exiting the car, he walked up to the house without a word and unlocked the door. The second the two of them were inside and the front door shut, he exploded.

“What the fuck was that!?” Ripping off his jacket and hanging it on the coat rack, he continued raising his voice while slipping off his shoes, “I can’t believe you would behave like that. That was completely humiliating for me. Get in the bedroom. Lay face down on the bed and spread, I’ll be in soon to tie you up. You better bet your ass you’re being punished for that bitch.”

She ran to the room and took off her clothing. She lay down and spread eagle on the bed, almost shaking in fear. Laying spread eagle is great, face down? Not so great. Face down means lashes, beltings, paddles, spankings, any of it.

All she knew for sure was she would soon regret being so horrid at the store.

He entered the room, still completely clothed. With the easy access cuffs secured at each corner on their bed, he restrained her in that position.

Widening her eyes in panic, she watched him take out her vibe wand from the bottom drawer. She knew this would be absolute hell for her, she could never last long when they used that.

He positioned it to ever so slightly brush against her clit, secured it in place and switched it on, “You’re not going to cum without my permission, got that?”

She nodded helplessly, pulling her lips between her teeth, “Words, princess. You are battalgazi escort not to orgasm until I say. Do you understand me?”

“Yes. Yes, I understand Daddy. I won’t cum till you tell me to,” He smiled, knowing that was going to be near impossible for her.

He got out the cat tail whip and ran it through his fingers, “You’re gonna count for me. Out loud, if you stutter, if you get the wrong number, if you stay silent, I will start again. Understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” She writhed in her place and tugged on her restraints.

“And you know you’re safeword, don’t you babydoll?” She nodded quickly, whining from the abuse to her clit.

“Yes. I know it. I know my safeword Daddy,” He nodded with a smile of approval and, with no warning, he brought the whip down harshly on her ass cheeks.

She screamed agonisingly, the deep red marks digging into her soft skin, “One!”

“Good,” He hit her again, grunting at the sound of the leather whip hitting her skin.

“TWO,” He bit his lip. This would be painful for him too, being unable to orgasm. He wouldn’t give her that satisfaction.

“Forty one!” She was exhausted, breathing heavily. Deep cuts on her buttocks and even a few marks on her back. Some wounds on her bottom even having drawn blood.

“Forty two!” He let out a breath, taking a moment to collect himself. Being satisfied with the number of lashes he’d given her, he approached her slowly. He ran the whip gently down her back, starting between her shoulder blades and ending with them falling gently between her cheeks.

“Do you know what you got all those lashes for?” She looked up bayburt escort at him with tears soaked into her cheeks.

“Uh, I was bad. I didn’t listen to Daddy,” He shook his head, tutting, clearly disappointed.

“Forty two things you bought today. With Daddy’s money. You know better than that, but you were being a greedy baby. You know what happens when you’re greedy?” She looked up at him through wet eyelashes, fearful, “You get nothing. You were so greedy today that Daddy isn’t gonna give you anything. No orgasm, no fucking you, you don’t get to swallow my cum, or even make me cum, you won’t even get to see Daddy’s cock. That’s what you get for being a greedy baby.”

She sobbed and begged, “Please, please please PLEASE, Daddy. I NEED it, I need your cock. Please just fuck me so hard, I need to feel you, I wanna taste you.”

He smiled evilly, grabbing hold of the wand between her legs and pushing it into her. She belted out a high pitched moan, pulling on all four of her restraints.

“Such a beautiful girl, look at you all covered in welts. God, you don’t know how bad I wanna use you. But you don’t deserve that and you know it,” She cries out as he overstimulates her clit. He could tell how close she was to orgasm and pulled it away.

To which, she tried to kick her chained legs. He gave it a moment before returning the toy to her little pink clit.

He continued edging her and reminding her of what she did to deserve this.

“Do you think you’ve been punished enough now?” She nodded, so exhausted she could hardly move. Her breaths heaving and erotic.

“Yes. I can’t take anymore. I won’t be greedy again. I’ll be a good girl,” He smiled and turned off the toy, he placed it on the ground for now and undid her shackles before petting her hair and kissing her softly on the forehead.

“You did so well baby. I’m so proud of you taking all those hits. I hope you’ve learnt your lesson now, let’s go take care of you, okay?”

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As we worked together, I couldn’t avoid her as much as I tried not knowing what she would do next. One day she said she wanted to come by tonight I made an excuse I couldn’t, and she walked away. About 7pm my doorbell rang and as I opened it she was there and punched me in the face as hard as she could as I staggered back; she punched me in the jaw again very hard I saw stars. As she loaded her fist back to hit me again, I said “please don’t hit me again” she cocked her fist as I pleaded “please don’t and started to cry” she said that I was liar for saying I was busy this evening and can’t be trusted. I noticed she was wearing jeans and a lumberjack shirt with work boots very masculine attire as she came in and went to the living room sitting in my Lazy boy and told me to get her a drink. She said things were going to change and she was the dominant one in the relationship, and I should accept it as I was still in a daze from her fists.

A couple of things I was to find out later was she had been visiting some BDSM clubs and was getting into Femdom after I had her read some literature and dominating men in some sessions of flogging and bondage. In fact one of her subs was Dave a military guy that wanted to be whipped and enjoyed the subspace. The other was her hanging out at a lesbian bar and with some of them being a biker gang and she was attracted to the leader Linda bayrampaşa escort a 6-foot-tall Scandinavian dyke who was a real man hater like the rest of the woman. The following weekend she came over unannounced and had a bag of old clothes with her and since we were the same size she told me she wanted to see me in them I objected and in a flash she pinned me to the wall and grabbed me by the shirt collar and said “put them on of I’ll beat the fuck out of you” well I backed down and put on a dress with panties underneath and she was happy. She visited the local sex shop in town and bought a strap on dildo and put it on and told me to get on my knees and suck it being I wasn’t gay I tried my best as she giggled and laughed. She told me to get on the bed on all fours and get ready well I could hardly breath but did as she said in fear of her anger, and she put her lube on and worked her fingers in until she inserted her cock in me as I screamed and begged her to stop which her response was “shut the fuck up”.

It was painful and demeaning but I took all 9 inches of it I didn’t know she was live streaming it on the internet to a site she belonged to as she spanked my ass and really started fucking me in blur of speed as I was moaning and screaming for her and the audience. After that she would come over and fuck me about belek escort 3 times a week and mind you, I never had sex with her or even touched her. One day I was told to meet her at a motel in town on the weekend and be in her small shorts no underwear and tank top with flip flops and walk through the parking lot and come to a room. As I did upon entering was Dave a big burly macho military jock all naked on the bed with a big hard cock who I found out while not gay but gets off on guys sucking his dick as I pleaded with her not to do this gay act, she had her fists balled up and also, I was concerned about Dave, I gave him a blowjob to completion swallowing as per her instructions. She was pleased and told me to expect more of it in the future as she was bringing a couple girlfriends over to watch her dominate her slave.

She arrived with Kelli and Robin 2 middle-aged blondes on the heavy side both built as her and once past the introductions she ordered me to put on the dress I pleaded out of shame not to, and she yelled “put the fucking dress on NOW” I did with embarrassment and came out while they were in conversation and she had me twirl, bend over show my panties as they approved. after serving drinks I was told to get naked as she was going to wrestle me in front of them sort of CFNM challenge and we did she once again outlasted me beşevler escort and pinned me with the girl’s encouragement. Kelli wanted to try and while more competitive she too outlasted me being I was tired from the first bout, and she had 15 years on me. Then she was going to demonstrate her fucking me with a strap on which she did as I howled her cock was too big, she said” shut up you are fucking love it” which I was getting used to it once the discomfort of entering passed. I was fucked by her over a half hour and finally she stopped and ordered me to masturbate in front of all of them in the center of the living room on the floor as they sat on the couch enjoying their drinks and after 5 minutes shot off on my chest totally spent.

The girls had become regular visitors as I was now in stocking and heels cooking dinner for them and whatever they needed as sometimes the girls got it on in front of me as I watched and jerked off. Heidi had become a real Domme and set up other male slaves to use and have me and them perform sex on each other and she later moved in with Linda and was spending more time with the biker chicks. She got fired from our company for arguing with a male boss and I saw less and less with her as she moved on with a lesbian lifestyle and was told by her dyke gf to not see me or men anymore. Other male slaves of hers contacted me and wanted to see her but I told them she wasn’t doing any doming anymore, but they were welcome to come over and a few did, and I wound up having sex with them and now five years later consider myself gay after she introduced me to that world, so in conclusion sometimes watch out what you ask for you may get it not exactly how you expect.

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“Bye, Mom,” Lisa said.

“Have a good flight, Amanda,” Matt waved.

The two got back into the car and Matt pulled out away from the curb to head home. “Looks like we’ll be home around noon,” he said.

“Hmm… hours before the kids get home. Enough time to play? It’s been a while,” she said, gently stroking Matt’s leg as he drove.

“Ha, yeah, been quiet with your mom around. That sounds fun.”

Lisa smiled as the felt the car pick up speed.

—

Matt grabbed his laptop from the living room and followed Lisa into the bedroom. “Play time!”

“You’re on,” she said, reaching for the play box on the top shelf of her closet and setting it down on the floor beside their bed.

Matt finished loading the program. They’d found it a while ago while looking for games to play in the bedroom, but between Lisa’s mom visiting for the week and just the general hubbub of kids they hadn’t been able to play it in a while.

Lisa took the first turn. “Ooh, the Theater,” she said, tapping to buy it.

Matt rolled and bought the Toy Shop square, then Lisa snapped up Beach Resort. Matt rolled a 2 and got the Dungeon. “Kinky,” Lisa commented.

“And right next door to the theater, too.”

“Maybe that theater isn’t the reputable kind.”

Matt laughed at that, then Lisa tapped to roll and landed on Go. “Double money!” she yelled, watching her total on the screen jump up.

Matt got another low roll and ended up on the Beach Resort space. “Time to pay up, mister,” she smiled, leaning forward to read the action text. “Matt to take his shirt off then turn around to give Lisa a good view. She can’t touch, though.”

He pulled his t-shirt off over his head. “Mmmmm,” Lisa purred as she reached out towards his chest.

“Ha, not yet,” he said as he playfully swatted her hand away. “It said NO TOUCHING. Good things come to those who wait.”

Lisa snorted and tapped the button to roll for her turn. She landed on Toy Shop. “Really, a 1?” she complained, then read the action, “‘Lisa should remove her shirt and then give Matt a close hug.'”

Matt smiled, “I’m ready.”

Lisa stuck her tongue out and said, “Nah, I’m flush with cash now. I’m going to pay to opt out.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I believe you meant to say, ‘good things come to those who wait.'”

Matt threw a pillow at her as Lisa tapped the Opt Out button. Matt rolled for his turn, commenting “At least I’ve got plenty of cash now,” and got a 6, watching his piece move around to land next to Lisa’s on Toy Shop. “OK, your turn again.”

Lisa rolled a 2, landing on Dungeon. “Take off one garment as sexily as possible,” she read.

“Finally, that shirt. This is what I’m here for,” he said, leaning forward in eager anticipation.

Lisa smiled, reached down, and with a seductive smile on her face, slowly, gently pulled down one sock.

“Your SOCKS?”

“My socks,” she said smiling sweetly, pulling her other sock off before reaching over to the computer to click on the item she had removed.

Matt sighed.

“It just said garment, dear.”

Matt rolled and landed on Dance Club. “Mine!” he said, tapping the buy button.

Lisa rolled a four and groaned as her piece moved ahead to Jail. “Serves you right for the socks, I say,” teased Matt.

“You hush. My feet will get cold in jail this way.”

Matt rolled a one and bought Ski Lodge. “I’m just going to take them all while you’re imprisoned. So, going to bribe your way out?”

“I think I’ll keep my shirt a bit longer. C’mon, six,” she said, tapping Roll. “Bah. One.”

“Hope the jail feeds you at some point in there.” Matt rolled again. “And, I’ll take Fine Dining, too,” tapping the buy button. “Gonna try for a six again?”

Lisa groaned. “No, if I don’t get out soon, you’ll buy out the board. I’ll pay the penalty to get out.” She tapped and read, “Lisa will take her shirt off.”

“FINALLY,” he said.

Lisa smiled and slowly unzipped the shirt she was wearing. Letting the two sides fall, she paused for a moment, enjoying watching Matt stare hungrily at her chest, then slipped off each arm and dropped the shirt to the floor. “Better than socks?” she asked.

“So much better.”

“And now, finally, I get to leave.” She rolled a one and bought “Cruise Ship.”

Lisa waited for Matt to take his turn and realized he was still lost in thought. Or lost in the sight of her in her bra, at least. “You know it’s your turn, right?”

“Oh right. Yeah.”

Matt landed on Go and collected his money. Lisa rolled a five, buying out Massage Parlor, then Matt bought Lingerie Shop.

Lisa collected her money for passing Go, but landed on Dungeon. She read, “‘Remove your pants with your hands cuffed together. Leave them cuffed until after your next action.’ Well. I don’t think we have handcuffs but maybe I could talk you into tying my hands?”

“Oh I suppose just this once,” Matt said unable to hide his excitement. His wife tied was one of the hottest things in the world to him. He reached into their play box for a rope and turned back to find bartın escort Lisa with her wrists already held in front of her. “What, not behind?” he asked teasingly.

“Much as I know you love it, I think removing my pants with my hands tied behind me might prove too challenging even for me.”

Matt took the rope and wrapped around her wrists several times, then twisted the two ends and cinched the knot together by wrapping around the rope. Tying it off, he asked, “Comfy?”

“Perfect,” she said.

She stood up, undid the button and zipper of her pants, then started to shimmer out of them. With her hands tied, she had to keep going back and forth between sides pushing it a little further down each time. Matt drank up the sight of her panties slowly coming into view. Eventually she got her pants below her hips, then sat on the edge of the bed to pull them down the rest of the way.

“If only I had some socks on to keep me warm,” she laughed. Matt rolled and landed on Theater. “Finally!” she said. “Time to pay up.”

Matt read: “Lisa will stand with her eyes closed and her hands behind her head, and Matt will take two minutes to kiss any exposed skin. No reaching under clothes allowed!”

“Some penalty,” she laughed, hopping off the bed.

Matt pressed the button to start the timer and smiled. “Please don’t throw me into that briar patch!”

Lisa stood and lifted her bound hands above her head. “This definitely wouldn’t have worked with my hands behind my back.”

“No, no, we could have gotten your hands above your head. You’d just have to bend forward really far.”

Lisa snorted, closed her eyes, and waited to see where Matt would start. She laughed out loud as she felt his lips on her big toe. “Seriously? Standing here in nothing but my underwear and you’re kissing my feet?”

“Hey, you could have started with something other than a sock.”

“Fine, next time I’ll keep my shoes on and start with those.”

He moved off her feet and she sighed a few seconds later as she felt his mouth moving up the inside of her leg, kissing as he went. He stopped just above her knee then heard him standing up just before she felt him nibbling on the side of her neck. She giggled as he tongued the inside of her ear, then felt him kissing down to her shoulder, over to her back and gently kissing down her spine.

“Still surprised you didn’t go straight for the boobs.”

“Saving the best for last, my dear.”

He swirled his tongue across her side over to her belly, then kissed her panties right over her pussy. He pushed his tongue hard against her, causing her breath to catch, then he moved behind her to kiss her around the bottom of her ass cheeks. Eventually he stood then planted his lips into her exposed cleavage. He kissed her across the top of her right breast, started to move over, then —

Beep beep beep went the timer.

“That seriously felt like just 30 seconds,” she complained.

“I’m sure there will be more later.”

“Fine,” she said with a mock sigh and took her turn. They had a few turns where each of them was landing on spaces they owned themselves, then Matt landed on Massage Parlor.

“Take off your pants while bent over and facing away from Lisa,” he read.

“Sure sounds easier than how I had to take my pants off.”

Matt turned away, undid his pants, then bent down and started to pull his pants off. “Nice butt!” his wife whistled. He kept working them down, pausing to pull his boxers back up. “Aww,” she said. Once they fell to his ankles, he stepped out and sat back down in bed.

“Your turn.”

Lisa leaned forward awkwardly with her hands tied and tapped the roll button, landing on Peep Show. “My lifelong dream,” she said rolling her eyes while tapping Buy. “And now the whole board is claimed.”

Matt rolled, collecting money for passing Go but landing on Lingerie Store which he already owned. Then Lisa landed on the same space. “‘Matt should lie down and have Lisa blindfold him then touch him all over with a feather for three minutes,'” she read. “Now how is this fair? I only got kissed for two.”

Matt was already stretching out onto the bed, smiling in anticipation. Lisa hopped down from her side of the bed and gingerly bent over the play box, trying to keep her balance with her hands tied, and dug through the contents to find the feather. Matt’s eyes were riveted to the sight of her panties stretching over her ass as she leaned forward.

“Got it,” she cried. Setting the feather duster down on the bed she paused then, holding her hands up in front of her face, said, “I’m pretty sure I’ll need you to put the blindfold on yourself.”

Matt laughed, “Fair enough,” grabbed the blindfold, slipped it on, then lay back on the bed.

Lisa reached over with her hands to tap the button on the computer to start the countdown timer, then started running the feather gently across his face. She took her time letting it gently trail over his eyes, his mouth, and down to his neck.

“Really wishing I could see you bending over başakşehir escort me right now.”

“I’m sure you’ll get your chance,” she said, moving her attention down to his chest. She continued swirling it around his chest for a bit, then down his outstretched arm.

“You seem to be enjoying this,” she smiled, looking at the growing tent in his shorts. She took the feather and circled round his cock with it, then continued down the inside of one leg and back up the other. As the timer started to beep, she reached forward and wrapped her hands around his cock to give it a squeeze.

Matt sat up and removed his blindfold to find his wife holding her hands out to him. “Time for freedom.”

“Well. For now,” he said, running his hands around her hands and wrists before untying them.

Lisa stuck her tongue out in response as Matt rolled for his turn. He landed one one of his own squares, then let Lisa take her turn. She landed Ski Lodge, belonging to Matt, so read the action text. “Matt to remove Lisa’s bra — but blindfolded.”

“If I can unhook your bra one-handed behind your back, I’m pretty sure blindfolded isn’t going to be a challenge.”

“Mmm, we’ll see. C’mere,” she said, reaching out with the blindfold. “This time I get to put it on you.”

She fastened the blindfold behind his head, then checked to make sure it completely covered his eyes. “Ah ah ah, not yet,” Lisa admonished, swatting his hand away that was starting to reach behind her. “I can’t make it that easy. First you have to find me!”

“Umm… what?” He reached forward again, but she was gone. He started forward towards the sound of her laughing only to run straight into the bed. “You’re going to pay for this,” he laughed.

“Promises, promises.”

Hearing her voice again he turned and walked gently around the bed with his hands outstretched. After several seconds of searching around, his hand landed on one of her breasts, then reached out with his other hand to grab her other breast and squeeze them both.

“Your ability to zero in on my tits is amazing.”

“They are a somewhat prominent feature.”

She lightly smacked his arm then stood quietly while he reached around to undo the hooks in the back of her bra. She held her arms down and out from her body while he slipped the straps over her shoulders and pulled the bra down to drop it on the floor. He stepped in closer then, bringing his hands back to her chest and gently pinching both her nipples, rolling each of them back and forth between his finger and thumb. She stood there, her breath quickening, until he lifted both her boobs to his mouth and kissed each of her nipples, sucking them briefly into his mouth.

He let go, then reached behind his head to pull his blindfold off. “My turn, I think.”

He tapped to roll, landing on Random Chance. “First time either of us have landed here, isn’t it?” he asked. He read the directions on screen, “Time to lose your underwear, Matt. Lisa will help you – without the use of her hands.”

“Ooh, tasty,” she said.

Matt stood in the center of the floor with his legs slightly apart and Lisa walked over to his left side. She got down to her knees and bit the top of his boxers and pulled it down a bit, then knee-walked over to the right and pulled down his boxers over his right hip an inch or so. She went back and forth a couple of times then plopped down in front of him, looking up impishly. “Oh no – it seems to be stuck on something.” Then she bit the front of his boxers and pulled them out and over his cock until she could pull the band down over him. Letting go, she then stuck out her tongue and slowly licked up to the head of his cock. Matt sighed, then groaned as she stopped. “Surely you want me to finish what I started?” she said, laughing.

“I definitely want you to finish at least one of the things you started.”

She circled around him, pulling his boxers down bit by bit until they were low enough that they fell to his feet.

She took the opportunity to take one last long lick from his ball sack up the underside of his cock, swirling her tongue around the head several times before pulling back and standing up.

Matt groaned again and said, “I may die.”

She laughed, then reached over to take her turn. The game was ratcheting up the intensity as they went, a fact that was confirmed when she landed on Fine Dining and read her required action: “Matt to tie a crotch rope on Lisa. The rope will stay on until it needs to be removed to satisfy the requirements of another card.”

Matt couldn’t hide his smile as he reached for a rope. She stood silently, smiling at him, and lifted her arms up. He took the center point of the rope and held it against her back right above her hips. He then ran the rope around her front then reached around to pull it through the loop he was holding. He took the two trailing ends of rope and pulled it down her butt crack, then moved around to her front to pull them up between her legs. “It’s different doing this over your batıkent escort panties, isn’t it?” he mused.

Once he could tell where to put it, he tied a knot in the rope and pushed it into her panties, then pulled the rope up underneath the rope running around her waist. He pulled on the rope hard enough to momentarily bring her up on her toes then wrapped the remaining ends around the line going down to her pussy before tying the two ends off. She wiggled a bit feeling the knot pressed up right against her clitoris. “OK?” he asked.

She nodded. “Intense, but in a good way.”

Matt rolled a four, landing on one of his own squares. Lisa laughed, “This game is rigged,” as she rolled a six landing on Lingerie Store. “Oh, it’s your favorite.”

Matt looked over and read. “‘Matt to bind Lisa’s breasts.’ Well, I mean, if I have to…”

“How would you like me?”

Matt was reaching for some ropes. “Just stand with your arms out.” He took the first rope, doubled it over, and wrapped it around her chest, just over her breasts. He pulled the rope through the bight centered on her back, then pulled it tight in the opposite direction, lifting her breasts so that he could run the rope right underneath them. He tied that off in the end then took the second rope. Doubling that one too, he ran the center up underneath both sets of rope in front between her breasts, then pulled the two ends through the bight before cinching it tight, pulling the strands above and below her breasts together.

“It’s very distracting doing this while you’re standing there wiggling your hips around,” he teased.

“Is it my fault you put this very distracting knot where you did?” she purred.

“Here, lean forward a bit,” he said, putting one hand on her back and gently pushing until she was bent forward enough to have her boobs hanging down. “Perfect.” He took one end of the dangling rope and pulled it around the bottom of her right breast, holding it tight against her chest as he started wrapping it around. After wrapping a few times, he tossed the remaining rope over her left shoulder, then repeated the process with the other end on her left breast. “Go ahead and stand straight again.” He took the two ends and pulled them up and over her shoulders before tying them off to the knot on her back.

He spun her around so he could see the result. “Yummy,” she said, looking down at her swollen tits.

“God yes,” Matt said, groping her roughly. “It’s hard to make these tits more perfect than they normally are, but…”

Lisa laughed. “Flattery will get you everywhere. Or at least into my panties. Although that’s trickier at the moment,” she said, reaching down to tug at the crotch rope over her panties. “Your turn.”

Matt rolled, landing on Theater. “Finally, you land on one of mine!” Lisa said gleefully.

Matt read the action. “Time to give Lisa what she’s been waiting for — slide a vibrator into her and do whatever it takes to get her off.”

“I think something might be in your way, sweetie.”

Matt smiled. “I’m sure I can figure something out here. Let’s see…” He reached down into their toy box and pulled out her U-shaped vibrator. Her eyes lit up as he walked towards her and started undoing the knot at the front of her crotch rope. He pulled the rope down, pulling it out where it had nestled between her pussy lips, then gently pulled her panties down. He ran a finger slowly down her lips and eased it up inside her. “You’re soaking.”

“I can’t imagine why,” she said, her eyes closed as he moved his finger around her.

He added a second finger and pumped his fingers in and out of her a few times, then removed his hand and brought his hand to his lips, tasting his fingers as Lisa blushed. “Delicious as always.”

He took the vibrator and reaching down slid one end of it into her vagina. He made sure the other end was positioned with the head nestled against her clitoris, then smiled as he reached between her legs and brought the trailing end of the crotch rope back up between her legs and over the vibrator. “I guess you don’t need this knot anymore,” he said, untying the knot that had been over her clit. He pulled the rope up and tied it off again to her waist rope, trapping the vibrator.

“Please….” Lisa whined.

Matt smiled and thumbed the remote he was holding. It was quiet but he could definitely see her body lurch as the vibe kicked on. He pulled her body close to him, feeling her tightly tied tits against his chest as he reached in for a kiss with one hand grabbing her ass and the other holding the remote and supporting the back of her head.

She kissed him back hungrily at first, then as he ramped the remote up a bit more started to falter. “Oh my God. Bed. Now. Need to lie down.”

Matt eased her back as her knees started to buckle from the sensations and helped her up onto their bed. Once she was lying down he cradled her head with his left arm and reached around to grab her left tit. With his right he reached down and started tracing circles around her inner thighs. She turned her face to kiss him then asked, “Slower. Slow it down!”

He eased the vibrator’s speed down a bit but continued squeezing her. He pulled his arm free and rolled over on top of her, taking care to not rest too heavily on her swollen breasts. “God, I love how your tits feel against me like this. And they look incredible.”

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I watched the snowfall outside, coating the trees in the wood behind my home, making it look like one of those surrealistic paintings by the guy that hides the Indians and wolves in his drawings. I couldn’t recall the artist, but had always loved his work.

The Weather Channel played in the background, talking about the winter storm and warning people to stay indoors and off the roads and how the storm had caused a multitude of traffic accidents and fatalities already. My house was far enough out in the country and off the road that I barely heard the traffic in even the best weather.

I waited, staring off into the snow, waiting for Master Tom to call, waiting for him to instruct me as he had in the past. Informing me how to dress for him, to put on my webcam so that he could see me as I obediently performed his commands, then logging off the cam and typing me a brisk message stating when he’d arrive here. It had been a mere seven days since our last time together, but in my mind, it was far too long.

“Carla, be ready for me tomorrow at 10!” is what he’d put in the IM just before I went to bed last night. I’d been ready and I still had marks from our last session, but I needed him again, I needed the pain, the release.

I remembered our last session, and every session before it, as if they had happened yesterday. Yet, it seemed so long ago. I brushed the waterfall cascade of dark hair from my shoulder, stared out my window at the snow and imagined his touch on my skin. He loved watching these seasonal scenes with me, and I loved the feel of his strength as he would stand behind me, wrapping his arms around me, his breath on my shoulder sending signals to my pussy as he’d plant gentle kisses there.

Some mornings, we’d stand here dressed in nothing but blankets or robes – depending on the season – as we gazed out at the view, a live painting for us both to admire outside my kitchen window. I’d feel his touch against my cheek, then his fingers gently caressing my hair until they would slide into the edge of the blanket, or the collar of my robe, and ease it from my shoulders to “kissing each freckle” as he liked to say when he trailed little pecks, bites and sucklings down my neck and back.

I loved being naked for this man. He was so unlike those gruff and demanding lovers of my past who expected me to be their personal play-toy, at their beck-and-call for a fuck, a flogging or a quick blow-job. Tom was different because he cared. He understood when I had deadlines to meet for work — though he’d make me suffer for it later on! He was compassionate and generous, both with his love and with his money. He didn’t have a lot, but he did what he could to spread it among his lovers.

Yes, his lovers. Master Tom was poly. Not only that, but he was married — and happily so to one of the most understanding, kind and gentle women I’d ever met.

I’d been introduced to his wife, Julie, a few months back and she was a beautiful woman in her own way, substantially taller and larger than I, but still beautiful. She had an aura about her that made you feel immediately comfortable — a true earth-mother type. She knew about me, about what Tom and I did, and approved. She didn’t offer any advice that wasn’t solicited and didn’t ask about our affairs, but simply thanked me for taking care of part of Tom that she couldn’t.

I think we loved each other as sisters and she probably would have welcomed me to their bed. But that wasn’t an aspect of the relationship that Master Tom wished, nor was it one of mine, though I’d have done it for him if asked. I just wasn’t into women. Julie sensed this, though and never asked it of either of us. Like I said, she wasn’t the least bit selfish and knew that Tom loved her, just as much as he loved me — just in a different way.

But what I adored about him was how he could stand there with me and just “be.” I loved the way he alternately worshiped and used my body for his pleasure, making sure I came as well — unless I deserved some sort of punishment, in which case he might delay it until the end of the weekend, just before he’d leave. I’d cum and cum, but would be so worked up that I’d be needy and want more; getting frustrated when he wouldn’t be able to provide it.

At other times, he’d bind me, sometimes in simple knots, sometimes in a complicated macramé of rope that enveloped my body so that he could suspend me for punishment, ravishment or for simple experimentation.

The phone rang, jarring me from my thoughts. I walked over and looked at the caller ID, but it wasn’t him. I recognized the number, but I didn’t answer. I didn’t care to talk to anyone but him. Tom was one of the few that understood how I got at this time of the year, how the lack of sunlight affected me. We were going to celebrate Candlemas together, building a bonfire out back and dancing around it naked, but he hadn’t called to let me know when he’d be in.

In my back yard, I’d stacked all the branches and scrap balıkesir escort wood I could find into a big pile. A friend of mine had donated several railroad ties that formed it’s base and outer workings. He and his wife would be over as well to share in the celebration. They liked Tom and what he did for me. They said they’d bring a few other pagan couples over as well and we’d all celebrate sky-clad. Hell, even Julie was going to join us that day! I just needed to let my friends know when Master would be here.

I sighed softly as I stared at the two-hundred year old oak tree out back with the one thick branch that jutted out from the trunk at an almost 90 degree angle about fifteen feet off the ground. How many times in the past had he put a collar and leash around my neck and led her out there, naked (or semi-so), then throw a thick, heavy rope over the slick plastic sleeve protecting the bark on the branch and haul me up until I dangled, then flog me, whip me and punish me until I begged to cum, allowing me to orgasm myself into a stupor so that he could lower me to the turf and have his way with me?

Last New Years, he’d done that. Oh, that memory! I smiled to myself as I reveled in it, touching my nipples as I did so and feeling them grow hard and sensitive!

It was much as it was now, several feet of snow on the ground. He let me wear knee-high boots, but nothing else other than the silk rope harness that he’d spent the last hour tying me into a complicated weave of ropes, using different colors. Master Tom always did this in front of a mirror so that I could watch the process. Seeing him tie the knots seemed to make me almost as horny as the suspension.

Once tied, he’d led me out there, walking down a path he’d dug for himself earlier, but making me walk in the foot-deep snow next to the path he’d made, forcing me to lift my leg high while wearing my thigh-high, stiletto boots so that I could plunge my foot down. He would laugh at the seriousness of expression on my face when I’d not lift my leg high enough over a drift or would step on a rock, stumble and struggle to regain my footing — not easy to do in these shoes when your arms are bound — and he’d wait until I stood straight again before giving the leash a tug, telling me to move forward.

Master had spent three months teaching me how to walk properly in these heels, making me balance a book upon my head until I could walk in them in a way that was “floating not waddling”. I got so many compliments after that when I’d show up at publication events. I’d had more than one younger girl ask what finishing school I’d gone to and how I’d learned to walk like that. They confessed to being sore and stumbling around in these kinds of shoes, whenever they wore them, while it looked as if I were born into them.

“Quit wearing flats and walking shoes,” I’d tell them, then explain how I’d practiced for weeks and months with the book atop my head, how to place one foot in front of the other and how not to come down on the heel, but the toe and ball of the foot. What I didn’t tell them was that I did this naked and that Master monitored the process. He would use a crop on my naked ass and thighs if I didn’t do it right. But it paid off when I heard comments about my ass being “poetry in motion” whenever I appeared at a gathering wearing heels.

But, back then, right after Master had said he ‘approved’ of my skill, I was walking in the deep snow with my favorite boots on.

It’s odd. When we would first step out the door, I would feel the initial chill, that bite of the cold and wind, but after walking just a few yards, I would focus more on the ropes, how and where they wrapped around me, digging into areas of the skin and especially the placement of the knots between my legs (one on my clit, one pressing up into my pussy and another wiggling into my back pucker).

I’d concentrate on the feeling of the silken strands wrapped around me, between my legs, binding my breasts, catching my nipples between two tight strands and I’d get lost in the feeling so that the ropes would morph from a restrictive restraint, binding me and preventing movement, until it became a cocoon of sensual release. While it held my body, it allowed the rest of my senses a freedom they wouldn’t normally enjoy.

My sense of sight became more acute. My world would suddenly have sharp contrast and focus. Minutiae would become fascinating until I’d slip and be jolted back to the mundane. My aural sense would become so attenuated that I could almost hear each snowflake falling.

And, it’s that moment after a heavy snowfall that is probably my favorite time. The world becomes muffled and still within its winter blanket. New sounds emerge. You hear the crunch of your own step, the ice crystals forming from your mouth as you breathe out, the pop of the icicles hanging from the soffits as differing temperatures cause them to crack, the groan of the rope as you walk, banaz escort the sound of the wind caressing through the trees and the gentle moan of Brigid, mother earth, as she snuggles with her lover, Cernunos, under the blanket of white.

The phone rang again, pulling me back from my memories. Glancing once more, I see that it is still not him and I am impatient, frowning a bit and wondering why he doesn’t call. It goes to voice mail and I ignore it, choosing to stare out the window once more. My hands are caressing my breasts through the silk of the robe I’m wearing and I can feel them stiffen, sending messages to my clit and pussy, causing the first to harden in sympathy and the long, hanging lips of my pussy to engorge and spread. I can almost see how they glisten with my need, but I keep my hands on my breasts for now as I fall back into the memory of last winter celebration.

I stared out the window, remembering how he took me to that tree and made me stand there and kissed my lips passionately as I shivered, but not allowing our bodies to touch. Snow had found it’s way into the tops of my boots and I could feel the coldness of the melting flakes as they slowly slid down my thighs like a lovers touch.

Oh, how I wanted him to touch me there like that, to throw me down in the snow and just take me, plunging his fat cock deep into my holes, grunting as he rutted, making the harsh crystals of snow scrape across my stiff nipples and sending tingles of pain and pleasure up and down my spine! He’d do that eventually, but not just yet. No, that day he kissed me and then reached into his big grey canvas bag that was dirty, worn and greasy on the outside, but lined with leather inside.

Master pulled out a length of thick manila rope, folded it in half and tossed the bend over the arm of the branch before tugging on my leash once more so that I stood in front of him.

I felt him slipping the rope through his weaving, sometimes tying things off, sometimes undoing it because he wasn’t satisfied, cursing to himself as he did so.

“Too tight?” he’d ask occasionally, or “If I pull like this, does that feel like it’s binding up anywhere?” Yes, he was concerned and not a sadist in the sense that he didn’t care… He was careful and compassionate but oh, that sadism came out once he got you the way he liked!

I stood in the cold, watching the foggy exhale of my breath and it began to snow. I raised my head to catch a snowflake on the tip of my tongue and found I’d made a huge mistake! Master was always prepared, it seemed.

I had closed my eyes because the flakes were falling into my lashes. I felt something clasp around the piercing on the end of my tongue and then pull! He’d begun to chuckle as he clamped it and pulled a length of twine through the eye at the end of the clamp. He took the two bitter-ends and made loops, then put them around the bars that pierced my nipples, which had the effect of pulling my head forward and down. I could pull my tongue back into my mouth, but it would tug at my nipples, which were now raw and near-frozen.

I groaned, wanting to tell him how cruel this was as I drooled on my breasts, the hot saliva mixing with the falling flakes and chilling my skin even more. My tongue fought with unconscious muscles to pull the metal clamp into my mouth, then tried to expel it, causing constant stimulation which made my pussy leak profusely, wet tendrils dripping slowly down my inner thighs.

Master Tom reached down between my legs, but didn’t touch between my legs. Instead, he gathered the liquid drips onto his digit and chuckled once again as he brought up a thick, syrupy strand of my own sexual excretion, watching as the viscous liquid hung and then slowly dripped from his finger like a drop of molasses. It fell slowly, holding on by a thin, frozen thread for several inches until it disappeared at our feet.

“Lovely,” he told me, then went back to work, moving behind me and adjusting more knots.

I thought he would raise me at this point but, instead, he bundled my thick, raven-black curls and pulled them behind my head, weaving a strand of leather lacing among it. I could feel the tips gently flogging the skin of my shoulder blades as he worked, their slight touch now significant in the cold and my exposed state.

Oh, I suppose the neighbors could see us out here, if they looked hard. I sincerely doubted they could or would. My nearest neighbor lived across the street and drove a semi across country. I’d watched as his rig left yesterday, so he wouldn’t be home.

My two other neighbors had trees blocking much of their view, though at this distance, it would be difficult to tell what we were doing anyway. It was a part of why Master Tom and I had chosen this house for me. It was out in the middle of nowhere, but since I worked from home, it didn’t matter, as long as I had good internet, I could work from anywhere.

I remembered how a simple tug at my bandırma escort hair would bring me out of my reverie. Tom would tug again and pull my head back, my tongue now sticking out of my mouth obscenely and my nipples pulled up sharply each time I tried, and failed, to swallow my own spit. The pain of each tug sent an explosion of white behind my eyelids, making me groan with need.

“Too much?” he asked, looking for the safe sign. I shook my head negatively and he kissed my cheek, then patted it.

“Good girl. Ready?”

I was.

He put the blindfold over my eyes and I heard him grunt as he would wrap the rope around one hand and pull on the rope, gradually lifting me. There is that moment of painful exhilaration, that moment of blissful release, when you feel yourself being hauled up and then your full weight being taken up by the ropes as your feet leave the ground — not that I’m that heavy to begin with, but at 5′ 5″ and weighing in around 130, I could feel the rope digging into my skin! I don’t care how soft the rope might be, when it presses against flesh, there is that moment of tension and discomfort that precedes the moment when you suddenly let go. It was a moment I feared, loathed and loved.

Master Tom walked around me, making adjustments. I could hear his breathing and knew that he’d raised me only a few inches off the ground while he checked and rechecked his knots.

Master gave a satisfied grunt and I heard him digging in his bag. Something — probably another coiled length of rope — batted against my leg and inner thighs, knocking the snow off my boots. I wanted to call out to him to spank me, but my tongue was now pulled, stretched to it’s limit outside my mouth. Master grabbed at the leather that bound my hair, pulling my head back so that my face was arched toward the sky, feeling the flakes land on my cheeks, but my eyes still closed as I savored the feeling. He’d tied the ends of the leather laces to my thumbs, making it all that much more deliciously cruel. If I tried to put my head down, it would tug painfully on my thumbs.

The slapping of the rope ends stopped, indicating Master had picked up the bitter ends and I felt his hands on my legs, caressing the leather of the boots. I shuddered at his touch. The one thing I utterly loved about him was that he was as much a sensualist as I. He would touch and caress me for… well, it felt like hours some days, but may have only been minutes. I wiggled when I felt his hands on the bare skin of my inner thigh. He “rewarded” me by removing his hand. I groaned again, wanting his touch even more.

The zipper at the back of my boots slowly began to be pulled down until he could remove it from my foot. The cold hit me there as if I were being touched by a frigid metal blade and I cried out. He said nothing, but I felt rope being wound around my ankle and knee. He worked a little more quickly now, knowing that my exposure time was growing more and more limited.

My ankle was pulled upwards so that I hung in a graceful dancers pose, as if I were skating on the air above the snow. I heard his camera and knew he was taking pictures — probably videos as well. He would share them with me later when we drank brandied hot chocolate in front of the fire and made love. For now, he was capturing the moment in photographs, copies of which sat in a dresser drawer, covered by silk and lacy lingerie.

The other boot was gently removed and a rope tied about the ankle, but it remained pointing downwards. Master Tom hauled at the rope again and I felt the tension. He’d placed some sort of weight there or tied it off to a stake he’d put in the ground earlier. Either way, it pulled that leg down and I was now stretched totally.

“Comfortable?” he asked, an evil humor in his tone.

He snipped the twine that was attached to my nipples and removed the clamp from my tongue, then pressed a bottle of water to my lips. My tongue didn’t want to work at first, but I gradually swallowed some liquid, if only to prevent the freezing splashes on my breasts and belly.

Master took the two strands of twine wound around the bars on my nipples and attached weights to them, making me groan and earning me a gag for my effort.

He let me sway there in the wind for a bit. I could hear the wind through the branches, an occasional bird chirping shrilly about his hunger and the scurry of squirrels through the trees as they ventured out to their stash of acorns before retreating back into the warmth of their nests. Off in the distance, a semi’s exhaust sounded on one of the highways and a church bell rang out in town. I began to feel myself become free.

Worry, aches, stress, anger, doubt, fear, cares and depression began to dissipate like the fog from my breath. My body relaxed and I felt each twist, each knot, each binding as individuals and as a part of the whole. My being focused on the bindings and that was what set me free.

Hell, I’m a writer and I still don’t quite know how to express the totality of my feelings at that moment in words, nor did I believe it the first time another woman tried to describe it to me. I say “woman” because she was neither a submissive nor a dominant and bristled at the word “switch.” She simply enjoyed being bound.

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Femdom Academy Pt. 07

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Thanks for the great feedback from all who love this story. A few comments from here and from a few from other platforms i post to said they want longer parts.

I originally wrote 20 by splitting them up to specific days (so each part focused on one class/kink) but i think going forward i am going to double them up making it only 7 more parts to come instead of 14. Thanks for reading!

The next afternoon came and went. Brandon enjoyed Becca’s chastity inspection and being led around by Jessica.

After his lunch routine Alyssa had his leash once again and led him and the other males to their next class. It was ‘Tease and denial’ day. The room was full of tables that had straps connected to them.

The girls waited for no instructions before strapping the males to the tables. Brandon felt a rush of emotions as Alyssa tightened his straps. She said nothing nor looked him in the eyes as she did so.

She ran her finger tips along his naked body and sent shivers down his spine. Her eyes finally met his and there was a silent moment of connection. Of desire.

The moment was interrupted when the instructor walked into the room. It was Headmistress Victoria herself… She was wearing black lace lingerie and black heeled sandals. She looked confident and deadly as ever. All of the cocks in the room strained against their cages as all of the male eyes studied her.

“Good afternoon, Queens and males” she began. “Today we will be starting our journey with Tease and Denial. Queens, this class will teach you everything you need to know to have a male ready to blow his load on command. Males, this class will teach you self control and patience”

“Your Queen will take you to the edge and back. IF by accident you DO cross over the edge and cum, you WILL be punished” she said sternly.

Brandon was scared to death he was going to cum as soon as Alyssa touched his cock. The class kicked off and Alyssa followed along with the instructions.

She began fondling Brandon’s balls, adding some squeezes in here and there. After a few minutes she started touching his dick with a single finger through the slits in his chastity cage.

She periodically made eye contact with him and made a devious grin. Brandon was leaking precum and the cock cage felt extremely tight.

Next she used a vibrator on his cage, sending waves of pleasure and frustration through him as he squirmed against his restraints. She laughed sweet and innocently.

The room filled with pleasured and frustrated moans of the males and the giggles of women. Headmistress Victoria walked around the room smiling proudly.

After a few more moments the girls were instructed to take the cages off of the males. It was the first time the males had been released since day one.

Brandon felt so relieved to have his cock freed and growing to full erectness. He grew red in the face, having his fully hard cock on display and watched as Alyssa studied it. “Aww it’s pretty cute for a little guy” she teased as embarrassment washed over Brandon. Luckily for him he loved SPH (small penis humiliation)

Alyssa continued teasing Brandon’s cock, running her finger nails up and down its length as precum dripped profusely. She scooped some of it up and without warning shoved her finger in his mouth.

He was shocked at first but quickly began sucking her finger clean. She left it in his mouth for a moment as he kept sucking, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

Alyssa withdrew her finger and focused on his cock once again, following Headmistress Victoria’s instructions. Next she applied lube to his cock and lathered it all up. Brandon was in bahçeşehir escort heaven as her hand went all up and down his rigid shaft and head.

Her hand continued going up and down his cock ever so slowly, tension building and his full balls getting ready to burst.

He began to panic as he knew he was seconds away from cumming. “That feel good, loser?” Alyssa teased. Fuck. He was going to cum. “Stop!” Headmistress Victoria’s commanding voice rang out.

At the very last second, Alyssa removed her hand from his pulsating member. He was relieved and frustrated at the same time.

He almost thought the punishment would be worth cumming from Alyssa’s touch. He heard laughter from one of the ladies as her male couldn’t contain himself and began cumming right as the woman removed her hand, ruining his orgasm.

Headmistress Victoria eyed this male with anger in her eyes. She walked up to him and grabbed his balls tightly and squeezed “What the fuck do you think you are doing, slave?!” She said meanly, pulling his balls away from his body.

“I’m sorry!” The male screamed out in pain. “I’m sorry WHAT?!” She demanded. “I’m sorry Headmistress Victoria!” he shouted.

She stared and squeezed harder as his body started shaking. “Please stop! I can’t take it!” He said as he started crying and yelping. The girls looked on, a few of them feeling semi bad for him and a few

of them smiling devilishly.

“Fuck yeah” Brandon heard Kaylee say. After a moment she finally released his balls and he started breathing heavily trying to collect himself. “You will go to your cage early without dinner” Headmistress Victoria said matter of factly. Okay, maybe cumming would not have been worth it, Brandon thought to himself.

Alyssa wiped the lube off of his cock with a rag and began putting his chastity cage back on. Of course, he was way too hard. She looked at him deviously and squeezed his balls. Nothing like Headmistress Victoria squeezed that poor boys balls, but still pretty hard.

Fuck, it hurt, but Brandon still loved it. The girl he had loved for years was squeezing his balls. He wasn’t sure if his erection would falter or if he would cum just from that.

He closed his eyes and imagined all of the things he could count on to make himself soft. After a few moments it worked and Alyssa attached the cage over his penis to the ring. She locked it in place with the key hanging from her neck. They made eye contact and lust ran through them both.

The males were then led off to the feeding room for dinner and after Alyssa spat in his mush she said “Enjoy, loser. I’ll probably touch myself tonight thinking about squeezing your pathetic balls” and left the room. Fuck, he loved this girl so much.

Brandon tossed and turned in his cage all night dreaming about Alyssa. He woke the next morning to a pool of precum. During his chastity check up Becca also noticed the increase in precum. “Aww poor boy needs some release” she said in what sounded like baby talk. She also removed his cage for maintenance cleaning and a shave. He was hard as fuck when she was done.

Lucky for him she knew the universal trick to calm his cock down, squeezing his balls hard. He again had to escape into his mind and think of unsexy things to get his dick to go down which it finally did. Becca locked his chastity cage into place and shaked it around, giggling.

“I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?” She asked sincerely. “Oh no not at all. I actually liked it. Uh, Miss Becca!” He said, remembering to address her appropriately.

“Ah good” she said while blushing. She bakırköy escort then leaned in and kissed his caged cock and went on her way. This shocked and excited Brandon greatly.

He had trouble focusing during kitchen and housekeeping class and was leaking precum all day as he was unbelievably horny. Most of the males were in this state of horny bliss at this point. Jessica also noticed his increase in horniness and went out of her way to tease him.

After spitting in his lunch she reached behind him and jingled his cage around while he bent over and ate. She laughed and left him to his lunch.

Later on it was time for Thursday’s class. Cock torture. Brandon wasn’t sure what to expect from this and was equally frightened and turned on. Alyssa led him into a new room he had not seen yet.

It had kneelers spread out and a table covered in torture instruments. She leaned in and whispered in his ear “I’m going to hurt your cock so good today” to which he almost came in his cage.

The instructor walked in, heels clicking. She was thin and pale. Light hair with dyed purple ends and a beautiful face. She wore sexy business attire with purple heels. “Hey ladies! I am Mistress Tara and today I am going to teach you how to properly punish a man’s penis” she said excitedly.

The girls cheered and laughed. Kaylee seemed ecstatic while Pete seemed scared to death. “We will begin by having our victims kneel on the kneelers and uncaging their cocks” she said smiling.

Brandon was happy to be let out of chastity a third time in 24 hours. “First we need to make sure they are nice and sensitive. Let’s get these cocks excited and hard!” Tara said giddily.

It took one touch from Alyssa’s hand to make Brandon rock hard again. Most of the males were the same and a lot of them almost came immediately. The girls withdrew their hands at Tara’s command.

“Now we will start with some cock cropping. Everyone grab a crop!” She said, motioning to the table of tools as the girls ran up to pick their weapon of choice.

Alyssa followed her instructions and began striking Brandon’s cock with her crop. He winced as she did so, picking up the pace and force as she went.

He could hear Pete scream and looked to see Kaylee just going to town on his poor cock. She looked ravenous and aroused as she beat his cock bloody. Tara clapped giddily and cheered her on.

Alyssa put more power into her strokes trying not to be outdone, but she also didn’t want to hurt Brandon TOO bad. She eyed his cock intently, striking it again and again.

He looked into her green eyes, admiring her beauty as a few tears escaped his eyes. Her red hair was tied back today and she wore a lace bralette and tight jeans with doc Martin boots.

After a bit Tara told them to put the crops down and grab these tubes of liquid from the table. She then made sure all males had their hands cuffed behind their back. She instructed the girls to put on gloves before applying the liquid to the males’ cocks.

Alyssa poured some on his cock and lathered it up. It felt cold at first, and then red hot. It started burning real bad and Brandon, along with many others, screamed in pain. Fuck this shit burned.

The girls laughed hysterically as the males all squirmed around trying to bring their bruised cocks to safety from the burning lube.

Kaylee stroked Pete’s cock furiously as he screamed. Her other hand escaped to her pussy as she began rubbing herself. His cries fuelled her horniness as she climaxed.

The sound of male screams and female laughter echoed through the halls all so loud balgat escort that even Becca heard it. She smiled and hoped Brandon was okay.

“Something wrong, loser?” Alyssa asked him innocently. “No, miss Alyssa!” he cried out. After what must have been 20 minutes, Tara called off the girls and the boys slowly settled down, though their cocks were still covered in this hot lube. The girls were instructed to wipe them clean before moving on.

Tara had them all go to a side of the room and bring back stools. Alyssa placed the stool in front of Brandon. It was the perfect height for his cock to lay on while he was kneeling. She then stepped up onto the stool along with all of the other girls. She placed her doc Martin on his cock and pressed down.

Brandon grunted in pain as she applied more weight. He saw behind her that Kaylee was putting all of her weight down with one foot up in the air and the other crushing Pete’s cock. Pete was screaming and crying.

Alyssa again tried to keep up and stepped down harder. Tara went around applauding the girl’s cock crushing efforts, clearly enjoying the view she was getting.

She then instructed the girls to let up on the slow crushing and to start stomping. Shit. This was going to hurt. Alyssa stomped down on his cock hard, again and again. She wasn’t going full force like Kaylee, but she was going pretty hard. Brandon closed his eyes and fought back tears.

He heard Kaylee grunting as she mercilessly stomped down on Pete’s poor penis. Pete was shaking uncontrollably and squealing like a pig.

Tara came behind him and held his mouth closed with force. “You got this girl” she said, egging Kaylee on. Kaylee was close to her second orgasm while torturing Pete’s cock.

Alyssa was also turned on while she stomped down. She never looked Brandon in the eye and remained locked on her target.

Some 10 minutes later the girls were instructed to stop. They were all sweaty and breathing heavily while the boys were all in tears and breathing even heavier. Brandon’s cock was bruised and covered in the pattern of the bottom of Alyssa’s boots.

Pete’s cock was bruised even worse and bloody. He fell to the ground as Kaylee watched him with zero sympathy on her face, still rubbing herself.

She was a sadistic bitch and Brandon grew excited seeing this through his teary eyes. Alyssa also watched her and laughed, rubbing herself as well.

The worst part was when the girls put the cages back on over the boys’ battered cocks. “Your cock is actually a decent size now that it’s all swollen” Alyssa said while laughing. “Pff almost” Kaylee chimed in.

They both saw he was in pain and felt a little bad. He was still their friend, after all. They both hugged him while he was still kneeling, their breasts rubbing against his face. He embraced them and felt a rush of emotions.

“Good job ladies!” Tara cheered and high fived them all one by one. “Way to show the boys who’s boss! I know I’m going to enjoy myself tonight while replaying this day in my head! Poor little Petey got it bad. I love it” she said while laughing and left the room.

Tara was easily the third hottest woman here, Brandon thought. Maybe tied for second with Headmistress Victoria. Alyssa being first, of course and Kaylee not too far behind.

Alyssa led him into his cage and kissed his cheek before locking the door. They exchanged looks. “Thank you, miss Alyssa” he said with a serious look on his face. “If anyone was going to torture my cock, I’m glad it was you” She smiled and actually blushed. “You’re not so bad, buddy” she replied.

“As much as I’ve enjoyed tormenting you, I do still care about you and hope to hang out normally with you again soon. Maybe Saturday we could just escape to my dorm and hang for a bit?” She asked, watching him intently. “I would love that!” He said with a huge smile on his face. “Cool, it’s a date” she said before turning away from him. He slept extremely well despite his aching cock.

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Erika’s Story Ch. 02

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Author’s note: This is a continuation of the prequel story of Erika’s entrance to the club as a fulltime slave.

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Erika turned around and took inventory of her surroundings. The cot was padlocked to the wall so she could not fold it down. Nothing new there. A dildo was bolted to the wall below the cot. She wondered if that was her water source. A ring in the wall where the head of the unfolded cot would be was the only other feature of the cell. She estimated that when the cot was folded down, it would take up the entire cell, aside from the toilet. The wall opposite her cell was a blank white wall. She couldn’t see anything in either direction down the hall aside from that wall. She tried fitting her head through the bars but couldn’t.

She turned her attention to the only object in the cell, the dildo. It didn’t have a hole at the end like the drinkers she had used at the club, but there were two contacts on it, so it must serve some purpose. She wondered if she could use it to finish what the doctor had cruelly started, but knew she had no privacy. The wall of bars and the camera in the corner ensured that. She decided to see how it lined up with her anatomy in case she got desperate.

On her knees, it lined up perfectly for a blowjob. She stood up and turned around. Flat footed, it was too high. If she stood on her tiptoes she could just barely reach it with her pussy.

Next, she went to the toilet. It had no seat, but was low enough that she could squat over it. It had been hours, so she went ahead and emptied her bladder into it. She gasped and braced herself on the bars when a blast of cold water hit her pussy. It flushed automatically when she stood back up.

Now out of things to look at, she took a seat on her knees and waited. She had no idea how much time had passed before the receptionist appeared with a clear plastic bag. She threw it in the cell.

“Put those on.” She said and disappeared back down the hall.

Erika looked at the cellophane bag. It contained a pair of the club’s standard issue mules. She slipped them on and locked them to her ankle cuffs before returning to her position to wait again.

A short time later, she heard jingling as the doctor approached with a handful of keys and a thin cane. He stopped outside her cell and motioned for her to stand. She complied and instinctively stood against the back wall. The doctor had no problem reaching her through the bars and pulling her forward by her collar. He took the chain beside the door and locked it to her collar before swiping his card. With Erika now tethered, he swung the door open and roughly pulled her into the hall. The chain only allowed her to take about two steps into the hall before going taut.

He locked her hands to a ring high on the outside of the cell. He then gave her 20 strokes with the cane. Erika cried louder with each stroke.

When he finished, the doctor stepped into the cell and unlocked the cot from the wall. As Erika predicted, it unfolded to the entire width of the cell, coming to rest on some tabs welded to the bars.

“Bedtime.” He said as he exited the cell and unlocked her hands.

He guided her back in and she had to straddle the toilet to fit as he closed the door. After he unlocked the chain, she was able to crawl onto the cot.

“Lie on your back, hands above your head.” He ordered.

Erika rolled onto her back and put her hands up. The doctor reached through the bars and locked her wrist cuffs to the ring in the wall.

“Sleep tight.” He said as he pulled her arm a couple times to test the restraint. Erika wondered if that was meant to be a joke.

Again, Erika was left alone. She had no idea what time it was, but she tried her best to fall asleep. The lights never went off, which made it difficult.

“Rise and shine!”

A hand slapped Erika’s tit through the bars. She slowly opened her eyes to see the doctor looking at her through the bars. He was wearing different clothes under his white coat, so she presumed it was morning.

He reached in and unlocked her wrists. She sat up and stretched.

“Don’t waste my time, get moving.” He said, annoyed at her speed.

She scrambled off the cot and straddled the toilet.

“Go ahead and go if you need to.”

With the doctor watching, Erika squatted and relieved herself in the toilet. As she went, the doctor reached in and connected the chain to her collar. She yelped again when the cold water hit her. The doctor chuckled.

This time, he didn’t attach her hands to the ring as she waited in the hall for him to lock the cot away, but instead he locked them together in front of her before pushing her back in the cell. He unlocked her collar from the chain and disappeared down the hallway.

Again, Erika was left to pass the time in her plain surroundings. She experimented with pressing her face through the bars from different locations in her cell bağdat caddesi escort to see if she could see anything either way down the hall. The best she could do was seeing the side of another door at the end of the hallway. It seemed as though the whole place had been designed to deprive her of stimulus.

Down the hall she could hear voices, laughter, a microwave beeped. She smelled coffee. Oh, how she wanted some coffee.

The redhead, dressed in a pantsuit today with a ponytail arrived in front of her cell. Erika sat at attention as she passed a plastic bowl through the bars and then filled it from a glass bottle. It was the standard slime she was used to eating at the club. She gave it a taste. Bitter and salty. “Still getting the dog food flavor.” She thought. She shivered at the taste as she choked it down, fighting back the urge to vomit.

When she finished, she put the bowl outside her cell and waited. After a while, the receptionist returned to get the bowl.

“Excuse me, Madame?” She asked.

“What is it?” The redhead replied in an annoyed tone.

“May I please have something to drink?” She asked, hoping she would be offered options.

Instead, the redhead huffed and stomped back down the hallway. A few minutes later she returned with a small styrofoam cup of water. The grateful slave took it in her cuffed hands and gulped it down. The redhead took the empty cup from Erika and stormed back down the hall.

Erika paced the cell for what seemed like an eternity, trying to listen in on the muffled conversations she could barely hear around her. She wondered what Cliff was up to.

One voice started getting louder.

“…arrived last night.” The doctor stopped outside her cell. “Here she is.”

Another older man was with him, also wearing a lab coat with a stethoscope.

“She hasn’t resisted yet, but we’ll still stick to the procedure” He continued.

Erika stood beside the door and the doctor reached in and clipped a leash to her collar. He handed it to the older doctor as he unlocked the cell. The 2 men then led her to an exam room, where she was laid down and her feet placed in stirrups. The younger doctor then lifted her hands above her head and clipped something to them. Erika pulled and found that she couldn’t lower her hands now.

“Last period started 20 days ago. She gets the super depo at the club, but hasn’t been in 3 months. Doesn’t know what pill she’s on but says she has 4 left as of last night.” The young doctor continued, looking at his clipboard.

“Right.” The older doctor replied. “Don’t give her any more and mark her as fertility risk. In 4 days, we’ll do the nexplanon. Has ligation been discussed with the owner?”

“No, only the implant. Obviously he consented or she wouldn’t be here. I’ll have Becca call him and find out if he wants to do that or keep the option open for down the road.”

“She is still young…” Said the older one.

“Alright, let’s see what’s in there.” He continued as he pulled a speculum from the drawer.

With little fanfare, he slid it in Erika’s pussy and opened it up. He swabbed inside with several q-tips and handed them to the younger doctor.

“Everything looks healthy here. I would, however, caution about this.” He said, roughly pulling on Erika’s tag. “It could cause some injury if this gets the kind of traffic I imagine it will.”

“I’ll have Becca bring that up to the owner as well.” The young doctor replied.

The 2 then left the room. Erika heard the lock click after the door closed, leaving her alone on the exam table. She tried to sit up, but her wrist restraints prevented it. She lay there for what seemed like an hour when she heard the lock click again. A chubby blonde girl in scrubs walked in carrying a bag. She set it on the counter at the head of the exam table where Erika couldn’t see.

“I’m here to take some blood.” She announced. “There’s two ways we can do that. There’s the easy way and the fun way. Which is it going to be?”

“Easy.” Erika replied.

“Bo-ring.” The nurse rolled her eyes as she put gloves on. “I am going to unlock your right arm. You are going to hold it straight out, perfectly still. If you move a muscle, I’ll get Dr. Perkins back in here and we’ll do it the fun way. Understand?”

Erika nodded. The nurse took a key from her pocket and opened the lock at Erika’s wrists. She moved the Asian girl’s right arm down and the lock clicked back. Erika didn’t dare test it.

“Straight out.”

Erika quickly moved her arm as commanded. The nurse tied a rubber band around her bicep and started tapping her arm. Once she was satisfied that she had found a vein she put the needle in. Erika tried not to flinch. The blonde untied the band and collected 3 vials of blood. When she was done, she locked her wrist back above her head. Before she left, she took a red sharpie from her pocket and drew a “X” above Erika’s pussy.

The lock on the door clicked and bağlar escort Erika was left alone again. She must have fallen asleep, because she was startled awake by the loud deadbolt once again. This time a middle aged brunette with too much makeup pushed a machine in followed by Dr. Perkins. While the woman plugged the machine in and unpacked her kit, the doctor began strapping Erika down.

He stretched a thick leather strap across Erika’s stomach, just below her breasts and pulled it tight, which made her gasp. He pulled another strap across her restrained arms. Finally he clipped her ankles to the stirrups. When he was done, Erika could not move at all.

“Let me know if you need anything.” He said to the brunette as he walked out the door. Erika noticed that the lock didn’t click this time.

“I’m going to make you nice and smooth for the boys.” The brunette started in a raspy tone. “And girls.”

She started spreading a cool gel on Erika’s legs. With her legs in the stirrups she was able to cover all the way around the legs. She spread some more on and around her pussy and finally her armpits. She flipped a switch on the machine and it started to hum. She fiddled with the knobs until she was satisfied and then pulled what looked like a grocery store scanner out. She held it to Erika’s thigh and pulled the trigger.

“AHHHHHHH!” Erika yelled.

It stung like hell. The brunette stopped. Slowly she got up and opened the door.

“Carter,” She shouted out the door. “I think we need a gag.”

Dr. Perkins stormed in the room and right up to Erika. He grabbed her by the chin and despite her efforts, managed to pry her jaw open and force a ball gag in.

“Let me know if she gives you any more problems.” He said as he walked out of the room.

The brunette shook her head at Erika as she sat back down. “You’re going to get a whipping for that.”

She went back to work running the wand along Erika’s leg. The intense pain followed it as she moved, leaving a mild soreness behind. Some areas hurt more than others.

It especially hurt when she got to the Asian slave’s crotch. Erika screamed into her gag and tears streamed down her cheeks as the stinging was especially severe in her most sensitive areas. She struggled against her restraints but they held firm. The woman continued her work as if nothing was happening.

When she finished Erika’s armpits, she shouted down the hall again for the doctor. He returned carrying a large envelope that he pulled a key from. Using the key, he unlocked Erika’s right ankle cuff and removed it and her shoe. He then held her leg firmly as the other woman applied the gel to her ankle and foot and used the wand on those areas. He put her shoe and cuff back on and repeated the process with her left leg.

The doctor left and the woman wiped Erika down with a towel. She was covered in sweat.

“A few more of those and you’ll be slicker than greased glass” She said as she packed up her equipment.

Erika lay on the table panting, her heart still racing.

“See you tomorrow.” The woman added as she left the room. The deadbolt clicked.

The room had barely stopped spinning when she heard the lock again.

“What now?” She thought.

The chubby nurse returned with a bucket. Without a word, she started sponging Erika off. The cold water felt good on the areas that had just been assaulted and she began to relax.

“Normally the laser takes multiple visits over several months.” She explained. “We don’t have several months, so you get the full power setting.”

Erika could only nod with the gag still in her mouth. The blonde finished the sponge bath and left without drying Erika off. She started to shiver. The nurse was replaced by the doctor, who removed Erika’s straps and helped her up. With her hands still cuffed and gag still in, he led her back down the hall by her leash.

He stopped outside her cell, but instead of leading her in, he locked her hands to the ring outside the cell, facing out. He went into his office and returned with a thin cane, which he used to stripe Erika’s breasts, stomach, and thighs. Her cries were muffled by the gag.

He left Erika sobbing there as he went back down the hall. He returned with a styrofoam cup of water. Removing her gag, he helped her drink the entire cup. He held the gag up to her.

“Are you going to give me trouble again when it’s time to wear this?” He asked.

“No, sir.” Erika whispered.

“Good. Do you need more water?”

“Yes, sir. Please.” Erika nodded.

He refilled the cup and poured it into her mouth again. Then he left her. Erika noticed the soreness from the laser being replaced by itching. The itching became more and more intense, but with her hands locked above her head, she was unable to scratch herself. This made the itching all the more agonizing.

Finally the doctor came and released her and put her in her cell. She immediately started scratching, but the doctor had other bahçelievler escort plans.

“You see that cock right there?” He pointed to the phallus protruding from the wall. “You’re going to suck that until dinner. Do it good, I don’t want it to leave your mouth until your food is on the floor.”

Erika nodded and knelt in front of the cock. Licking her lips, she slowly took it in her mouth. She realized she had no idea what time it was.

“What if I have to suck this thing for hours?” She thought.

She remembered the drinker at the club and how it measured effort, so she pretended it was Cliff’s dick and gave it a good blowjob. Losing herself in her work, she didn’t realize how much time had passed, but she knew she had to pee. Afraid to take a break, she kept sucking until she heard the sound of the bowl on the floor.

“You can stop.” The redhead said.

Relieved, Erika scrambled over to the toilet. Unfazed by her audience she relieved her bladder. This time she braced for the bidet and didn’t flinch when the cold water hit her.

She gobbled up her dog food flavored slime and then knelt and waited.

The next person she saw was the doctor, carrying a leather paddle. He motioned for her to stand and connected the chain to her collar. He brought her out of the cell and secured her wrists for her flogging. After ten surprisingly painful swats on her ass, he lowered her cot and then released her hands. She stood in the cell as the doctor closed the door and released her chain, then crawled onto the cot and put her still cuffed wrists up to the ring. The doctor secured them and then left, only to come back a short time later with a jar. Reaching through the bars, he had full access to Erika’s body, and he spread the balm on the wounds he left earlier with the cane.

When he left, Erika was once again left alone with her thoughts.

She thought about Cliff and how eager he was to bring her in. She remembered the changes she noticed in him after their first trip to the club. When they first started dating, he had said he was a dom, and knew some of the “basics”, but never really acted like one. He always seemed more interested in exploiting her submissiveness than building on their dynamic. She recalled how he told her a slave didn’t need a car, so she signed hers over to him, only to have him trade it in for his Acura.

She recalled how he always wanted to go to the club, yet rarely visited her in her cell. The Malibu club was always nearly full and she almost always shared a cell with other slaves. Their masters would always have “conjugal visits” with them and often they would spend most of their stay in their master’s quarters. Erika had never seen Cliff’s room when they went together.

She started to sob. What had she done? She had given up her freedom for Cliff, but she didn’t even know if he loved her anymore. And now she was stuck here with no way out for 4 months, maybe more. Her body ached. So many thoughts raced through her mind.

She lay there for hours, lost in her thoughts, trying to fall asleep. Like most things the club provided for slaves, the cot was not built for comfort, and that made falling asleep all the more difficult. She finally drifted off into a fitful sleep.

“Get up, slut.”

Erika heard the voice, but was too tired to respond. She had hardly slept.

“Slaves don’t sleep in.”

She tried to tune it out. She found her hands had been freed from the ring, so she rolled on her side, away from the bars.

CRACK!

She heard the whip land on her ass before she felt it. Screaming, she sprang off the cot. The doctor roughly grabbed her and pulled her out of the cell. Not bothering to chain her collar, he locked her hands above her head and started landing blow after blow of the whip on her ass and thighs. Tears streamed down her face, but she was awake now. It wasn’t the first time she had gotten woken up by the whip and she knew it wouldn’t be the last.

Erika could barely stand and hung by her wrists as the doctor put away her cot. She was surprised as he sidled up behind her and grabbed a nipple and pinched hard. She could feel his hard cock through his pants up against her ass. She whimpered and pushed back into him.

“When I say get up, you get up. Understand?” He hissed.

“Yes Master.” She whispered, grinding against him.

She was disappointed though, as he released her wrists, but left them locked together, and pushed her into the tiny cell. She emptied her bladder and started eyeing the dildo on the wall.

The first night she had checked it out but thought it was too high. Now, with the heels locked to her feet, it seemed like the perfect height. She backed up to it and felt the tip on her moist opening. It slid right in. Erika moaned as she slowly lowered herself onto it until her ass was against the wall. She had to bend at the waist to accomplish this and found that the bars were perfect to brace against.

Holding the bars, she was able to push and pull herself back and forth on the dildo. It wasn’t long before she felt herself about to explode.

“Oh god, oh god, OH GOD!”

She felt the orgasm ripple through her body. Erika stood there, resting her ass against the wall, holding her upper body up with the bars, cunt filled, for several minutes until the receptionist arrived with her breakfast.

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