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Vicki was a bit unhappy with her husband. Of late, Tom had been rather, well, unsatisfactory. She decided to take steps, and hopefully teach him the lesson that she was not to be taken for granted. She made a couple of online orders, and after they arrived, dropped by the post office and mailed what would be an important package for her spouse. It was Friday. Tonight, class would be in session.

He got off work and stopped at the corner mart for a gallon of milk and some beer, pulled into the driveway, completely unprepared for the vision that waited in the living room. His wife was relaxing on the couch, wearing an outfit that pushed all of his buttons. She was wearing a new red corset, an under-bust that presented her breasts magnificently. Under that was a sheer black bodystocking that caressed her tits. She had red stockings layered over the black nylon, and tall, spiky heels. Her makeup was exquisite, and her expression left no doubt as to her role as Domme for the evening.

“Wow, Vicki, you look amazing!” he said. She smiled and answered, “I’m glad you think so.” Now, get me a gin & tonic before you take a shower. His eyebrows raised, but he decided to play along. As Vicki took the drink from his hand, she slapped his other hand away from her legs. “None of that! Now, get into the shower…and while you’re at it, shave your dick!”

He looked aback. “But,” he started. “Shut up, my little boy, or you won’t be happy! Shave it hairless, understand?” He nodded and headed to the shower.

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Tom’s face was already flushed when he reached the bathroom. He and his wife had tried a bit of BDSM before, but she had been content to let him take the lead. He had asked her to try being a Domme before, but she had always been hesitant. He realized that he had been distracted with work and other things lately, but, it didn’t really matter. It looked like she was trying out her Domme wings tonight, and with the way she looked, he was all for it.

Getting hairless was more of a challenge than thought, but he did manage. Checking, he saw she was still ensconced on the couch, and waiting for him. “All done!” he announced with a grin. She looked at him demurely and said “That’s good. Make me another drink, Tom.”

Off he went, but a little disappointed now that she was obviously not in a hurry to start doing the things he imagined. Bringing her drink, he was then instructed to find her favorite music, and to play it rather loudly. Coming back to the couch, he was about to sit down close to xslot her, but her hand came up. “My feet hurt, little boy, wearing these heels. Massage them for me, please.”

Really? His gorgeous wife finally dressed like his fantasies and here he was, rubbing her feet. He did try to do a good job.

Finally, she had him sit on the floor next to her and make small talk, asking if he had paid the bills, things that needed to be done around the house. He answered dutifully, but never taking his eyes off her.

“Would you like to come to the bedroom with me, my boy?” she asked. At this point, he could only nod. But, that wasn’t good enough for her tonight. “Have you gone mute, boy? Answer me!” He was still very naked after his shower, and his dick gave his arousal away. “Yes, ma’am!” he answered. She turned, grabbing his nipple with her nails, saying “From now on, you will address me as ‘Mistress,’ understand?

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good, now get your ass in the bedroom. Lie down on the bed and wait for me.” She watched him go and turned into the restroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt, for once, as sexy as he always says she was. “Well, Vicki. You’ve started. Let’s continue his lesson’ she said to herself.

Vicki strutted into the bedroom, enjoyed the open look of lust on Tom’s face, and liking the questions he had: like, what was next. Quickly, she put leather cuffs on his wrists, and then laid a makeshift spreader bar under his shoulders and locked his hands to the ends. He started to ask a question, but she quickly silenced him by holding up a finger. “Shut up, my little boy.” She pulled out a bit gag and fastened it snugly around his head. “I won’t be telling you that again., will I?” she said, a bit sarcastically. Looking at his dick, she paused long enough to pull one of her nails along the length of it. It went very, very hard, very, very quickly. She giggled. She rather liked this feeling of power.

Pulling out a small case, she asked him, “remember these?” Some time ago, he had purchased a set of metal sounds and asked her to use them on him. She did…and he got hard, and then he came, and she felt rather miffed that he didn’t offer anything in return. Vicky pulled out a tube of lubricant and chose a medium sized sound. “Spread your legs, my little boy,” and deftly inserted the sound, taking her time and making sure he was nice and aroused. She used soft touches, accentuated by flicks of her nails, and enjoyed him writhing in response. She pulled on his balls, xslot Giriş and squeezed them slowly, but firmly.

Tom was in total, ecstatic agony. He penis was engorged, and he wanted to come badly. Somehow, his Domme wife seemed to know just when to ease off and deny his release. At this point, Vicky straddled him, and pressed her hot pussy on top of his crotch. He could feel the heat of her pussy and was extremely frustrated when she did everything but let his dick inside her.

Then, rising, she walked back to the dresser and picked up another sound. It seemed a little larger, but it was different. As Vicky returned, he could see it had metal ends on a rubber tube and seemed to be hollow. It was nearly 10 inches long. Climbing back between his legs, she made him flinch with her nails yet again. “Now, you be very, very still, my little boy. Understand?” she purred dangerously. She lubricated the end of the tube and began inserting it deep into his urethra. He tensed when it entered his bladder.

“I said to be very still, remember?” Vicky snapped. Tom forced himself to lie still, as she pulled out a bag containing another toy they had used before. It was a penis chastity cage, and she had obviously not forgotten it. Tom was really frustrated now. Did she really want to put a cage on now? But, he also realized he was not in the position of arguing with her, and it was a fantasy he had always kinda wanted…so, he lay still, waiting for her to remove the insert from his dick.

Only she didn’t. Deftly, she fastened the cock ring around the base of his penis and slipped on the cage, and then locked it and the urethral insert in place. Tom started to grunt, but she held up her finger again to silence his protest. Carefully, she used her fingers to work the end of the insert through the center hole of the cage, where it fit almost as though it was made to go there.

“Now, just look at my pretty little package!” she giggled, wickedly, inspecting his caged penis while holding the key to his dicks’ prison in her hand. She laughed again and said “Don’t go anywhere! I’ll be right back!” and quickly left the room. Tom was, well, stunned. She picked a helluva time to get up and leave! Fuck, he was so horny! It was several minutes before Vicki returned., and Tom saw she had made herself yet another drink. She took a sip, set the glass on a table and then took off his gag, sitting down on the side of the bed with a wicked grin. She made no move to release his wrists, however.

“Well, xslot Güncel Giriş how was that, honey?” she asked him. Tom looked at her. “What do you mean, baby? Aren’t you going to finish?”

Vicki took a gulp of her drink, and answered “I’m going to unlock your hands, but first, I want you to understand that I’ve been very dissatisfied with your lack of interest in anything but your own orgasm. You’ve also been spending too much money on porn. I found the credit card charges, Tom. You’ve been paying for camgirls to act like a domme. It pisses me off that you were willing to pay them, but you haven’t been interested in rewarding my favors.

He was speechless. Obviously, he wasn’t as good at covering his tracks as he thought.

She continued, “This weekend is going to be a little training event, starting right now. You’re not going to have another orgasm unless I’m involved in it. Also starting right now, you’re going to make sure I have my orgasm before you do. Understand?” Tom nodded, stunned. Vicki straddled his face. “Eat me!” she commanded. Tom had no choice. He licked his wife’s pussy with his tongue, lips, raising his head to reach her neither place. Vicki was already extremely aroused, and her husbands oral servitude drove her rapidly toward heaven. Cumming, she drove her pussy downward, making poor Tom struggle to breathe.

After she composed herself, she left him again and went to the nearby bath. She fixed her face and touched up her hair. Looking at the girl in the mirror, she said “Ready? I hope he is!” She was still very aroused, and excited by the rush of power, and hoping she would have the courage to finish teaching the lesson.

Tom’s balls were aching. His penis had started to relax but was still locked tightly in the cage with a catheter securely inside. He watched as Vicki came back in, and she sat on the side of the bed. Not knowing what was going on, he just waited.

“You wanted to try a Domme. You have one now. Me. Starting tonight, you’ll listen to me whenever I speak. I am finished with you tonight, understand?” Tom started, but she shushed him with a look. She went on. “You’re going to stay in that cage for the weekend. No! I’m talking! Quiet!” Tom had almost lifted off the bed at her statement with unbelief.

I’ve hidden the key, and you have no fucking idea where it is, and I’m not telling you. Tonight, if you behave yourself, I’ll let you sleep in the bed with me. If you don’t, you’ll be in that cage until you submit yourself to me, and me alone. Do we understand each other, my love?” He nodded.

Vicki nodded too. “Tomorrow,” she said, “I have a list of things you need to do around the house. Tomorrow night, I’m going to whip your ass and cock, and you’re going to like it.”

To be continued…

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Letter from Providence

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Dear Shoeblossom–

I love your letters, but noticed you had nothing from our humble Rhode Island. During corner time after a painful discipline session, I turned my phone’s recorder on. I love my stepdaughter, and wouldn’t embarrass her, but she is so wild she doesn’t care, and of course she is of age. This is for your “Taped Confessions”

Eugene Scobrinksi

“All right, Scobie, you can leave the corner now.”

“C-can I pull up my pants?”

“I don’t think so, no. I’m still annoyed that you creamed all over my nice stonewashed jeans when you were across my lap. So you can keep yours down for a bit longer.”

“I–I’m really sorry, Jermyn.”

“Right, and stop touching yourself. That’s so disgusting. I know I look good, with my straight blonde hair and all, but–“

“Yes, and that kind of bored look you have. It’s so demeaning. But I am your stepfather.”

“Yes! You are. And that’s why it is so creepy that Mom asked me to give you a spanking, and then we had to go through the silly argument–“

“I was just trying to explain to you that we’ve always had a good relationship I thought, I helped you with Precalculus and let you have your own gas card–“

“But I’m not nineteen anymore. “

“I have always cherished our mentoring relation–“

“Yes, I have always kind of looked up to you, and I always felt safe bringing my dates home so you could vet them, but Mom was busy, and she insisted that I take over your punishment.”

“Don’t you see how that ruins–you’ll never look up to me again, Jermyn.”

“Dad, ego is not your amigo.”

“I tried to explain to Chatelaine that Starzbet it’s really, really inappropriate for a step-daughter to–“

“Mom is from Europe, it’s more um, free and easy there. And once she brought me in to see you when you were in that weird contraption where you’re locked up and there’s a hose from your dick to your mouth so when you pee–“

“I was blindfolded. I didn’t know she did that.”

“Right, and of course she told me about your honeymoon when she tied you to the chair naked and let the hotel maids find you.”

“Jeez I paid for you to go with your friends to Fort Lauderdale so you wouldn’t accompany us on the vacation and see how we, uh, communicate sexually.”

“Communicate sexually. That is a hoot. “

“I meant–“

“What I loved was, my dad was a cuckold, and you were the so-called bull, and you got everything Mom had to offer, and then you ASKED to be a submissive.”

“It’s really complicated, perhaps Freudian–“

“And Dad still pays Mom alimony, and she keeps him in one of those chastity doohickies.”

“Yes, that’s right. And we’re getting me fitted for one, soon.

“Good goddamned thing. You are stroking yourself again. See, if you were locked, you wouldn’t make nasty messes when I spank you.”

“B-but–“

“By the way, next time when I tell you to take down your pants and get over my knee, you aren’t supposed to argue, and then get all excited and make a big fucking sperm-mess on my thighs!”

“I-this is going to be the only time you spank me, I hope.”

“Why, your dick is hard just looking at me, and you need it. Jesus though, you start Starzbet Giriş crying so easily when I whipped your ass. And you’re crying now.”

“It-it’s just that I loved being your parent figure. I loved it when we went on rides together, and when I took you to the Emergency Room when you sprained your arm, and I loved going to your track meets.”

“Aaw. Scobie, come sit on my lap. No, don’t pull up your pants. Just come here.”

“Oh, Jermyn, you’re so sweet but you shouldn’t kiss my neck–that’s so nice.”

“Mom is very busy with whatshisface, and she wants me to look after you more. And I get it that you need to be told what a douche bag you can be.”

“You-you shouldn’t touch my penis…oh…”

“Scobie, I’m twenty-two years old. I owe you a lot, you paid for me to go to private schools, and I got to attend Brown instead of U.R. I, or whatever.”

“The University of Rhode Island isn’t a bad school, but you deserve so much better, oh, rub more.”

“Such a freak you are, Scobie”

“It-it feels so good. Wait, what are–“

“Gotta calm you down again, honey. Over my knee.”

WHACK!

WHACK!

THWACK!

“See, now–oh, you’re crying like a little bitch again. Oh well.”

“It’s–it hurts so much.”

“And who sent me to tennis camp! I have a backhand. I can swing a paddle with the best of them.”

“Y-yes.”

“I didn’t want you making another mess in my hand, or on my legs. Now you can sit here again, and if you’re a good little bitch, I’ll pull my shirt up and let you suck my–no, I won’t do that.”

“Wh-why–OW!”

“I slapped you because Starzbet Güncel Giriş you’re disgusting. How dare you bring up looking at or touching my naked body, Scobie?”

“But I’m mostly naked–“

“Right. But you’re a submissive. And a sad one at that. Mom says you get aroused by being fucked with a strap-on. I can wear that and not take off any of my clothes.”

“Oh no, please. That’s just for me and Chatelaine.”

“Or I can have Dad suck your dick the next time he comes with his alimony check.”

“Jermyn, you are a depraved young woman.”

“Well, Dad actually asked Mom to give him little tests to pass. He’s more excited by his orgasms if he has to earn them.”

“Uh huh.”

“Yes. That’s why I went over there the other night and put a ring gag in his mouth–the type that forces your mouth open? And my boyfriend and I used his mouth as an ashtray while he knelt in front of us.”

“You must hate your father.”

“No, no. I love Dad and I love you. You paid for school, he covered the Maserati and the Jet-ski, and you’re just the best.”

“I hope you still realize that–“

” But you both need to be kept down. to realize what worms you are.”

“There is no evidence–“

“I’m a little pissed at Dad, because I took off his chastity belt and stomped his dick with my heel, to make him feel like a cigarette butt, like the ones he was swallowing, and he came all over my shoes.”

“That can happen, honey.”

“Yeah, but he wasn’t supposed to cum for two more weeks! So I’ll make him pay for it by giving you a nice hummer.”

“I-don’t really want him to–“

“See, there you go. If you were in chastity, you wouldn’t have all these hetero normative qualms “

“If you were chaste for two months, You’d be desperate to cum. Maybe I should have you suck Dad’s dick, then.”

“Oh, let’s drop the subject, Jermyn.”

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Life as a Pain Slut

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Like all other sensations experienced by humans, pain is intrinsically personal, inherently variable, and incredibly motivating. Although pain is defined as an “unpleasant sensation in varying degrees of severity” and “suffering or distress,” one person’s debilitating, dehumanizing pain may be the means by which another person reaches sexual fulfillment. Like beauty, pain is in the eye of the beholder. Pain may be the sole means by which a submissive – either new or experienced – can truly offer up the submissive’s best service and submission to the Dominant the submissive wishes to serve, desires to serve, yearns to serve, and is desperate to serve, and, by that service, to excite, entertain, and satisfy. Pain may enflame the Dominant as surely as it heats up the body of the submissive who receives it.

One of the revelations of my submission and service to the Dominant I am honored and privileged to serve was learning that I am a pain slut. Acceptance of that fact has been slow and the process has been very painful, both physically and emotionally. I easily understood that Sir might enjoy providing me with pain – an understanding that Sir confirmed, by stating that Sir not only enjoyed deciding what instruments to use to inflict pain, but also the actual provision of the pain, and observing the marks left by my acceptance of the pain. It was easy for me to grasp that my acceptance and endurance of Sir’s pain is a means by which I may demonstration my submission and service to Sir. My desire for pain was disguised as solely a means of service. My need for pain hid behind my yearning to offer up everything in me in service to Sir. My addiction to pain pretended that the bruises and welts that signified its experience were the goal, instead of mere reminders of the strokes Sir laid on and the sensations those strokes evoked that resonated through all parts of my being – my emotions, my intellect and my physical body.

Years before I had any understanding of submission or my submissive nature, I flirted with pain. I found that, when I was spanked by a partner’s hand or with a paddle, my sexual excitement increased and my sexual release intensified. I also found that self-inflicted pain did not move me. I proved to myself that, despite repeated efforts that elicited great excitement on the part of my partner, my infliction of pain on him had a negative impact on my sexual excitement. The main thing all those lessons taught me was that my partner at that time, despite his earlier assurances, was NOT a Dominant. In fact, that former partner – to whom I was engaged – finally went so far as to admit he had visited a professional Dominatrix before our relationship began. Looking back now, I realize that learning he was submissive was the beginning of the end for our relationship. Not only was it impossible for me to dominate him, I had no desire to do so. When I realized he had lied about his fundamental nature, it opened my eyes to the plethora of other lies upon which I had mistakenly built our relationship. This was the first fissure in the foundation of our relationship since I was beginning to realize that it was composed almost completely of lies. This man was not and never could be a Dominant. Therefore, I could never be my true self in a relationship with him. With that realization, my sub-conscious began planning my escape.

Yet, even with that prior experience, it was somewhat of a shock to me to realize, even through the fog of anxiety and fear that enveloped me when I was first alone with Sir in his hotel room (after our first public meeting a few nights before), that Sir’s quick slaps to my ass barely registered as painful but started a torrent of sexual juices from my cunt down my thighs. The insertion of syringe points into my nipples and areolas barely registered as pain because my attention was riveted on the rivulet of cunt juice making its inexorable way to both my knees.

Each additional encounter with Sir in person added to my knowledge and understanding of my desire, lust, and yearning for pain as part of my sexual experience. And even when Sir was not physically present, but directed me by telephone to strike my cunt with my open hands in the rhythm and manner in which Sir instructed, pain was the vehicle that transported me further into sexual excitement and release than I had traveled before. Pain moved me beyond the realm of sexual and physical excitement into sub space, where pain was present but not deeply felt, known but not overwhelming, and experienced but at a distance that mitigated its impact.

When Sir positioned me bent over the side of Sir’s in-room Jacuzzi and applied the greatest number of strokes I had ever received to that point to my ass, the tears that filled my eyes and ran down my cheeks were nothing compared to the cunt juice that filled Sir’s hand when he examined my cunt after laying on those strokes. That experience made it clear, even to me, that I am a devout pain slut. Yes, tears accompany the pain Starzbet sometimes; yes, sometimes the pain seems more than I can bear. These things are transient. The unrelenting fact, however, is that pain enhances my sexual excitement; pain provides another avenue of service; and pain is part of who and what I am, now that Sir has admitted me into the honor and privilege of submitting to and serving Sir.

The pain Sir delivers excites me – emotionally, physically, and sexually. It opens my emotional self to a greater understanding of the demands of submission and my ability to meet those demands. The pain heats my skin, bruises my muscles, and brings each stroked area into focus, subject to the laws of physics and affected by the exchange of energy. Sexually, my cunt lubricates whilst my body is receiving pain to an extent that never occurs without pain being present. Whilst my physical self endures, my sexual self celebrates. The slash of a cat-o-nine-tails against my ass, the slam of a paddle against my clamped breasts, the strike of a belt across my thighs, the slash of a switch across my back – or just the remembrance of those experiences – makes my clitoris twitch, my cunt lubricate, and my nipples tighten and elongate, making them even better targets for strokes. I love that presenting my body to Sir for his enjoyment – even when what he chooses to enjoy is inflicting pain – is a means of service. I love feeling submissive, small, inconsequential, and subordinate as the implement announces its movement through the air before making contact. I love the way each blow multiplies itself, spreading pain and heat out from the point of impact to the farthest reaches of my body, and concentrating the heat in the wet cavern of my cunt. As the pain continues, juices flow down my thighs from my cunt so profusely that additional strokes send juices splashing across the room! They coat Sir’s fingers, which I hopefully later will be granted permission to clean from Sir’s hand and fingers with my mouth and tongue, something I recognize as an honor and privilege of my service and submission to Sir.

As Sir begins to layer pain on top of pain, as my body warms, then heats, and then glows with the force it receives and the pain it endures, my ego shrinks and my submission grows. Feeling the pain, knowing I need and desire it, brings me into contact with the reality of my submissive nature. Yet enduring the pain, transmuting it from an ache in my ass or back, or a fire in my thighs or heat in my breasts to increase the wetness of my cunt and my overall sexual excitement makes me feel powerful and complete, for I have learned that there is no power greater than total and complete submission. The power of release that comes from enduring pain, the loss of ego that willing acceptance of pain brings, is submission, and submission is my power. It is the power that abnegates itself. It is the power of being less than, whilst knowing that the price of that lessening is one that only real submissives can freely and fully offer up in service to their Dominants.

When pain goes on long enough and is harsh enough, it transports me outside the physical agony into sub space. In sub space, I am protected from the aches, cramps, and even punctures of Sir’s attentions. I watch my body wracked with pain, marked with Sir’s toys, and leaking juice from a cunt that spasms in orgasm as the blows rain down. Even pain sluts have limits of physical endurance, and my limits vary, given that often the only pain available is pain I inflict on myself.

In accordance with Sir’s instructions, pain that Sir provides for discipline or punishment when my service and submission fall short may NOT be used as an entrée into sub space and the surcease of physical pain that provides me. Part of the discipline and punishment is the requirement that I remain present in the moment, accepting the physical pain and emotional debilitation that Sir’s strokes require as an acknowledgement of my failure and my desire to improve.

Pain comes in many ways; Sir is a creative master of pain and its instruments. Even when I am absent from Sir, my body remains in his service, and, as he prefers, I flog myself with Sir’s cat-o-nine-tails; I decorate my nipples, breasts, labia and clitoris with Sir’s wooden clothespins or Sir’s black metal binder clips. I stuff my cunt with Sir’s ben-wa balls and a vibrator on low speed, whilst being denied Sir’s permission to slide over into orgasm for hours, enduring the torment of the knife-edge of sensation. My ass is plugged for hours, if not days. My breasts and nipples are decorated with Sir’s syringe needle ends and the drops of blood those points release. My hands perform these acts willingly and deliberately, summoning pain from my body and submission from my soul as an offering to Sir. Each act is imbued with my devotion, my submission, and my deep love. Every ache and pain is directed at enhancing my ability to serve Sir. Nothing is done that is not done in Starzbet Giriş Sir’s name, in Sir’s service, and in the hope of pleasing Sir.

There is a satisfaction that comes when I have endured Sir’s pain, when I have incorporated Sir’s pain into my sexual excitement, and when I have transmuted Sir’s pain into my orgasms, when Sir is generous enough to grant orgasms to me. In the manner of Rumpelstiltskin, who spun straw into gold, I spin Sir’s pain in my ass, in my thighs, and/or in my breasts into my total and complete sexual excitement, and, if Sir permits, Sir’s orgasms in me. The act of submitting to physical pain lifts me up – it enhances my pride in my submission to Sir, for giving up the basic human instinct of pain avoidance signals to Sir the extent and dedication of my submission to and love for Sir. The impact of a cat-o-nine-tails or a belt on my ass or thighs heats my body and my sex; the force with which Sir strikes is taken into my body and coils in my cunt, waiting its release when Sir permits me to orgasm.

So, even as I weep or moan or cower physically under Sir’s blows, my submissive nature stands erect, proud to offer up this body in service to Sir, humbled by Sir’s attention and belief in what Sir’s submissive’s body and spirit can willingly endure in submission to Sir. Through it all, from first stroke to last, my heart feels more connected to Sir, my sexuality more open to Sir, and my mind empty of all but my desire to offer the best possible service to Sir. I do not struggle to understand why this should be so, I embrace the knowing that it is so, since that allows me to employ my yearning in serving Sir, the one who directs my life in all its aspects, including its pain.

Most people will do nearly anything to avoid pain. They hide in a bottle of booze or drugs; they overeat or over-exercise; they shop, or talk, or read, or employ some other sleight-of-hand to misdirect their attention from the pain that accompanies life. Yet every escape route one chooses brings its own pain. There’s a wonderful line from The Princess Bride: “Life is pain. Anyone who tells you anything else is selling something.”

As an admitted pain slut, I know that life is pain, and I embrace that knowledge. My acceptance of my need for pain enhances its gifts to me — sexual excitement, fulfillment, and a sense of pride and accomplishment in my service to Sir. Pain energizes and enflames; pain focuses my attention perfectly on the part of me that is enduring it, even as the pain opens my mind to the reaches of sub space I have yet to visit. Pain is more than something I endure in order to show Sir the lengths to which my love for Sir and my service to Sir will take me. In order to fully express myself, to fulfill needs in many different areas of my life and my submission, pain is required.

Pain is not a static experience. The number of strokes of Sir’s cat-o-nine-tails that I happily endure whilst sucking Sir’s cock is far greater now than the number I could take just a few short months ago. The blows of Sir’s belt that left my cunt bruised and aching, my abdomen streaked with black and blue marks for weeks to remind me of Sir’s attention, were far more liberally applied, with much greater force, than the initial strikes he made when we first entered this relationship. The strokes I yearn for, the strokes Sir skillfully and carefully applies, would qualify as physical abuse if the dynamic of our relationship were different. If I did not need pain to feed the part of my submissive self starved for years, and if Sir did not desire watching the effects of the pain I receive on my psyche and my physical being, the pain would lose the dimension that elevates it from abuse.

Even as I weep and ache under the punishment of pain as Sir expresses his long-distance preferences or demonstrates his will in person, a part of me knows that every tear and every twinge creates a new threshold that exists only to be crossed over and exceeded when I next have the opportunity to enjoy the pain my service to Sir brings. Each crossing creates yet another threshold. Each threshold calls out to be crossed, drawing me further and further into the realm of submission, where my service can be better and more worthy to offer to Sir, the one for whom I endure the physical pain of Sir’s strokes to my physical body, and the striving of my emotional self as I grow and mature in my submission.

It has taken a lot of soul-searching to accept that pain is necessary. The physical pain that is part and parcel of my submission is a mutual gift. My acceptance of the physical aches and pain Sir’s strokes bring my body is an expression of my submissive self and a gift to the Dominant I serve. Sir’s thoughtful selection of implements, considered delivery of strokes and appreciation of the marks left behind are some of Sir’s many gifts to me. The exchange of these gifts not only enhances Sir’s dominance and my submission, it centers my existence. It calls forth Starzbet Güncel Giriş my most elemental nature – the animal part of me, like all animals, which tries to avoid being hurt. It makes that part of me understand that, without pain, I can pretend to be something other than an animal. Pain strips down the pretensions of culture, the airs of sophistication, and even the insulation of education. The bitch, the cunt, the fuck toy, the slut, the whore who are left when all the professional and public personas flee the intensity and agony of pain are the animal foundation on which all else is built.

None of those elemental personalities hides from the pain Sir delivers to them. Their existences are replete with Sir’s pain; it defines and ennobles them. They know that Sir’s pain brings sexual excitement and release beyond any experienced before I knew submission in its many aspects. Those elemental personalities know that, without Sir’s pain, they are mere shadows of what they really are, and who those elemental personalities strive to become.

I do not understand my need for Sir’s pain — both for sexual excitement and to enhance my service and submission to Sir – but I know that understanding is not what I need. What I need is to be reduced to my essence, to strip away the subterfuge and posturing of daily life, and to enter fully into the physical, emotional, sexual, and submissive experience of Sir’s pain. In service of that need, I offer up my body to the cat-o-nine-tails, paddle, belt, points, clips, the leather collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, and the chain and padlocks, and even the anal plugs. I stand naked in my need before the only man who has ever recognized and known, much less addressed, all of my needs. By revealing at last my naked, honest need for the pain only Sir provides, that need is finally, and fully, met.

My need for Sir’s pain even may compliment Sir’s enjoyment in inflicting and observing my need for and reaction to Sir’s pain. Sir exerts himself to inflict my pain properly. That exertion allows Sir to observe and learn from my pain. Sir uses my pain to test my submission and my dedication in service to Sir. Sir watches my reaction to the pain he administers so as to determine and address my need for more or different pain. Whilst the pain Sir inflicts hones my dedication and satisfies my need, it enhances, improves, and expands Sir’s dominance and command over me. Sir’s pain is a place where my relationship with Sir comes into balance. My needs and Sir’s dovetail; my desire and Sir’s enjoyment compliment each other. Pain gives Sir another tool to shape and embellish my service and growth in submission. Pain provides me another avenue to travel as I seek ways to serve and please Sir.

Sir’s pain supports my submission, and challenges me. Sir’s pain satisfies part of me, yet it makes me ache physically and reach out emotionally and sexually for the completion that only Sir’s pain can give. Sir’s pain is life, abundant and outrageous. Sir’s pain connects me to Sir and to the self I never could be without Sir’s pain — a self, known only to Sir and to myself, despite the badges of honor created by the pain that accompanies my submission and service to Sir.

As I previously stated, like beauty, pain is in the eye of the beholder, but the pain I crave, which Sir supplies, is not abuse. Yes, an abused woman takes blows on her body, she may be pierced with needles, or she may be burned, and all of those things are hateful and despised by me, despite my own yearning for Sir’s pain. To me, abuse is so far removed from the service in pain that I offer that I cannot relate the two. I address this issue because I know that there are those who believe there is no difference between pain and abuse, and, as one who requires and seeks pain, I feel compelled to make the effort to explain why these two things bear no relation to each other as far as I am concerned.

The distinction between the two, though complex, is simple. My pain enhances my sexual excitement, but it also increases my pride in my submission and expresses the love that directs all my service to Sir.

My endurance of and response to pain not only serves my personal emotional, mental, and sexual needs, but it also hopefully makes Sir proud, and perhaps may even entertain and excite Sir. I have no higher calling than to please and engage Sir’s interest. Sir does not give me strokes because Sir despises me, or because Sir is angry with me, or because Sir disrespects me. Sir recognizes that I have increased my physical and emotional endurance of pain, and Sir carefully gauges this development in me. I know that Sir lays on strokes with deliberation, talent, and skill rather than anger. I believe Sir respects my submission and service as expressed by my acceptance of physical pain. Sir does not use pain to express Sir’s anger with my failings to serve appropriately or to submit totally. In fact, Sir has used the absence of pain, whilst I wait in position to receive it, to demonstrate Sir’s disappointment and anger with me. Once Sir hopefully has control of any negative emotions my failings caused, Sir will administer the discipline and punishment pain I require to improve my submission and service to Sir.

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Lisa and Al Teach a Lesson

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My girlfriend, Lisa, and I had been having trouble. I was losing her, I could tell by her diminishing interest in me. Getting her into bed was becoming increasingly difficult even after offering her presents and awards. Even after I seduced her by crawling under the sheets and licking her delicious pussy she seemed disinterested. And when I finally mounted her and pounded away she acted bored. I could only make her climax with my tongue. My cock seemed to have little effect on her. Often she would just lie there as if she was thinking of something or someone else.

It wasn’t just the physical part that waned, although that element had been becoming less prevalent. It had more do to with her sudden interest in one of the warehouse guys. The fact that the brute actually worked for me made the situation even more difficult.

When I say Al was a brute, believe me. He’s the definition of the creature. Although shorter than me, he was certainly the stronger, both in mind and body. To show off his well-developed muscles he always wore some form-fitting t-shirt, his broad shoulders and huge muscles clearly showing that he spent many hours in the gym lifting weights.

Like I said, I was his boss but in title only. I never seemed in control when talking to him. Whenever he was around I was nervous, felt unsure and fidgeted like a teenager around a beauty queen. It didn’t help that he always wore this condescending smirk when I spoke with him, generally ignoring everything I said, walking off in the middle of my instructions and doing whatever he wanted. I wanted to tell him to show more respect but just standing next to him caused a ripple of fear to run through me, actually causing my little guy to shrivel whenever I was in his presence. I had that kind of reaction to alpha males ever since I used to get shoved around in junior high by bullies. I would have fired him if I could have found the courage to do it.

Somehow Al recognized that he held the upper hand. How do these Alpha males sense their superiority whenever I’m around? It’s like I emit a smell they can sense. I don’t know what it is but it always seems to happen to me.

Lisa and I had been together for six months when the luster wore off, at least for her. on my part I was hopelessly infatuated. Who wouldn’t be? She was built like Jennifer Love Hewitt, but sexier. A pretty face with piercing eyes, her dark hair curled at the top of her shoulders. Legs were well shaped, the kind you drool over, and her breasts were perky, jutting and dominant without being too large.

But it was her luscious rear end that first caught my attention. She had an ass to die for. There was nothing better on earth than getting behind her behind and ramming that scrumptious derriere.

Things went along fairly well until I made a critical mistake. When I first met her Lisa was a shy, unassuming gal who wanted a take-charge guy and since I had a prominent position in the company she assumed I was that kind of fellow. Little did she know. Hidden deep inside me was a submissive trait that ran a mile wide and desperately wanted to find its way out, always searching for ways to reveal its masochistic tendencies.

For some very bizarre reason I crave humiliation. The ultimate form of demonstrating this perverse trait is by submitting to someone superior.

My history was filled with examples. I had already lost a wife because of this damn masochistic tendency and more than one girlfriend left me after I displayed this humiliating part of my makeup, so I was trying hard to keep it from Lisa hoping she would be the one I grew old with.

One night I was doing my best to get her turned on and keep her excited, using the old massage trick, teasing her back and shoulders with my artful manipulations. I should have stayed away from her backside, concentrated on her front and not tempted fate. I was too near the object of my devotion when I felt some of the old feelings come back to haunt me.

Women always got the best of me. It’s always been that way. My first wife took advantage of her superior looks and mischievous mind. Almost from the start she seemed to plot how to train me to become her devoted slave. To be fair, with the combination of luscious body and sweet pussy it didn’t take much coercion on her part.

After a couple of months of marriage, my wife decided she had little need for little thing so bedtime consisted of me scooting under the covers to feast at the glorious fount while she read a magazine or watched television. After a couple of orgasms, she would turn off the light, roll over and go to sleep. She let me know that she didn’t want and had little need my tiny soldier. After the honeymoon my proud but insignificant warrior was forsaken as she took advantage of my oral need of devotion. It didn’t take long for my role in the marriage to be one of servitude. All the money I earned, and I had a good salary, went to her needs. Somewhere in the third year I realized the clothes she bought were to entertain Starzbet others. I tried to keep her happy but frolicking with her big studs was more important to her.

Like the fool I am, I went along with whatever she wanted, I was so in love with her incredible beauty and somewhere along the way I learned to enjoy her orgasms as if they were my own.

Our relationship was easy for her, it was so one-sided. She began training me to do whatever she wanted. One of the most humiliating, yet exciting, things she had me do was preparing her for her dates and then cleaning her nasty pussy after she returned. One night, she taught me the final lesson.

She never allowed my little guy anywhere close to her delectable rear end, she seldom let it near her pussy for that matter, but after a night where her lover screwed her royal derriere she decided she wanted me to clean it out.

Lying on my stomach with her gorgeous butt in my face with my worshipful tongue buried deep inside was the most humiliating, yet intoxicating, thing she ever made me do. It took a while but I finally realized that worshipping my wife’s ass was the most thrilling act I had ever done. To my surprise, the depraved act caused me to cum on the sheets as I licked up the sperm of another man.

There can’t be any act that demonstrates your total subjugation to another more than licking someone’s fanny, especially when you put your servile tongue inside the hole. Debasing, degrading, and humiliating, it is still the ultimate form of surrender to another, at least to me. My wife was so amused at my kinky behavior that the act of devotion became the only way she let me get off from then on.

Needless to say, my wife left me for another man, she said a real man, pointing at my miniscule weapon and thereby belittling my lack of manhood. After becoming just her ass-licking slave it was hard to argue. For a couple of years after she left she would call me up, tell me to take her shopping and I would be allowed me to taste her used and nasty pussy after she fucked somebody. Even though those times were always extremely humiliating, or maybe because they were so depraved, I always jumped at the chance.

But back to Lisa and the way I succumbed to her gorgeous posterior.

As I was massaging Lisa’s back my eyes kept returning to that perfect bottom of hers. Submissive and devotional urges raced through my veins like the hot lava of heroin. As I stared at her hindquarters the curves began to hypnotize me. My hands crept ever lower. A masochistic lust swept through me. My lips caressed the soft skin of her shoulders and my mouth wandered down past the shoulder blades tracing the outline of her spine. She sighed as she felt my tender caress.

As I approached the beloved shrine my hands softly fondled the smooth and fleshy skin. I carefully I kneaded the fleshy mounds of her butt as if they were made of the finest silk. From the purring sounds I thought she was enjoying my erotic manipulations.

Even as I inched closer my feeble brain tried to warn me. My conscience mumbled an attempt of reason, but focusing on those beautiful twin globes I knew I was lost. I was entering a subspace from which I didn’t want to return.

Lust, sweet masochistic lust took over.

The moment proved critical. There I was face to face with one of the sexiest posteriors in history. Disregarding every sense of caution, every whisper of wisdom, my head lowered as if drawn like a moth to the flame, and my lips brushed the warm skin. Lisa seemed to stiffen but even that reaction didn’t dissuade me from journeying down this road of depravity.

My lips kissed the smooth slope and my worshipful tongue licked the velvety contour, caressing the forbidden flesh of her ass cheeks as I neared my goal.

Lisa tightened, surprised at my unusual, and to her, demeaning maneuver. I suspected, being the good girl that she was, that Lisa had never known anyone depraved enough to lick her ass.

Unable to resist the wicked temptation I kissed toward the cleft. My beloved destiny called.

Lisa must have come to a decision because her clenched cheeks loosened and easily parted as I wormed my face between them until close to the blessed rosebud.

The time of reckoning was nigh. One last cautionary warning flashed through my besotted brain but found no takers.

When my tongue entered she uttered a gasp of disbelief. It sounded like a sigh of disgust, however, like she usually did, she let me continue with my act of depravity.

What perfect Eden for me—she was disgusted, I was in heaven.

When I was married I was only allowed to worship my wife’s gorgeous ass after giving her multiple orgasms with my mouth and tongue. Once satisfied she simply rolled over and I worshipped while rubbing against the bed. It took only a few minutes to lose myself in the evil act and I would explode all over the panties I wore.

I didn’t want to actually cum while licking Lisa’s Starzbet Giriş ass, thinking it might seriously damage our already fragile relationship so I restrained myself and just kept licking, pretending the act was merely a form of foreplay, a casual and meaningless caress, although to me, it was a statement, not one to be proud of, but a statement nonetheless of my willingness to become her slave.

Somehow I managed to stop my devotion and hoping to retain some semblance of dignity I pointed the mighty, but miniscule warrior, at her pussy and entered from behind, all the while fantasizing about returning to my ultimate goal of surrendering to her. Needless to say, I came quickly, much to her disappointment.

Sadly, disappointment was the word that was to describe me from that moment on.

One thing I usually did while screwing her from behind was threaten to put my little guy deep into her backside, whispering how much I would love to fuck her lovely ass.

Pounding away I whispered in her ear, “Do you know what I really want to do?” This was my cue for her to acknowledge I wanted to get into her bottom, do the nasty to her magnificent booty. Instead, she changed the roles.

“You want to lick my ass.” Did she know?

Shocked, the little guy shot like a Fourth of July firecracker.

Snorting, Lisa pushed me off her and walked to the bathroom. Of course, I ogled her sweet tail, my mouth watering at the sight.

This encounter was but a prelude to my following predicament. Knowing she was complete control, Lisa made sure our lovemaking consisted of me going down on her, using my mouth and tongue as if they were mere playthings for her amusement. Soon, she denied me access to her pussy with anything but my tongue.

Naturally, I acquiesced like the humble soul that I am and let her set the pace. We both knew it’s what I wanted anyway.

That’s when Al waltzed into my life. I would say our life but I had my suspicions that he and Lisa already knew each other fairly well.

I came home one evening a little later than Lisa to find Al in my living room sitting on my couch with my girlfriend nearby. He was dressed in his work clothes, jeans, tight t-shirt and boots. The boots rested rudely on a very expensive coffee table.

The smug look on his face sent a shiver up and down my spine, finally ending in the center of my shrinking manhood.

Often in the past when confronted by a bully, or even a very confident male, I would get the same sensation. It was a cowering feeling, making me quiver with both fear and a rush of excitement, kind of like the sensation you get on the peak of a roller coaster ride.

It’s hard to explain the bizarre feeling unless you have a warped streak of masochism in you. That same intimidation causes equal amounts of emasculating fear and lustful eroticism, as if pain, humiliation and capitulation are the keys to your soul, the reason you get off.

“Hey, Al, how’s it going?” My inane comment only caused the evil smirk to broaden. In the normal world a man in my position, his boss, my house, my girl, would be demanding some sort of explanation for his obvious usurpation of my place in the universe.

But not here. Not now. He didn’t respond to my inane question he just kept smirking. Tearing my gaze from those piercing eyes of his I noticed his arm draped over Lisa’s shoulder, his fingers dangling very close to her right breast. His feeling of superiority and the thought of him taking my girl from me was getting to me. Instead of indignation, I felt the tiny soldier responding to this haughty character, bowing down to his master.

“Would you like a beer?” I asked, cursing the cowardly streak that ran down my back. I had a hard time looking him in the eye. Lisa watched the scene unfold with more than a hint of amusement.

Al chuckled. “Sure, get me a beer. What kind do you got?” Cringing at his misuse of verbs, which indicated his lack of proper education, I hoped Lisa would notice the gaff and thereby acknowledge my advanced intellect, but glancing at her and the way she practically drooled over the animal it appeared she wasn’t interested in his mind as much as she was hot for his body.

“I’ve got Bud.”

“Nope, won’t do,” he said. “Don’t drink Bud, it tastes like piss which is probably why you like it.” Lisa chuckled. “Get your ass down to the store and get some Corona’s. Keep a case on hand, maybe two, I might bring company.”

As Al’s first command, this was a defining moment. If I didn’t stand up to him now I never would. I would lose all respect from him and more importantly, from Lisa. Also, if Lisa saw what a wimp I was she would certainly leave me. Somewhere in the depth of my soul there was a part of me that wanted to be a man, throw this interloper out of my house and demonstrate that Lisa belonged to me.

“And take your time. In fact, go to Tacoma to get it. I don’t want you back for at least two hours.”

There it was. Starzbet Güncel Giriş This was the moment. Glancing at Lisa I saw she was extremely interested in my response to his demands. Part of me wanted to rebel. But there was this damn need to surrender and subjugate myself to his superior will that overpowered all good sense. For some reason I wanted Lisa to see me obey this crass individual, treat me like I was nothing more than chattel. Bowing my head, I left to the sounds of laughter from both.

“See? I told you the guy’s a wimp,” Al said as I shut the door behind me.

When I returned I heard Lisa jump up from the floor. As I brought a bottle in for Al I spotted him zipping up. That damn condescending smirk rested on his face as he looked into my supplicant eyes.

“Here you go, Al. Corona, just like you asked for.” I handed him the bottle. He twisted the cap and chugged down a big gulp. From his position in my chair he studied me as if deciding how far to take things.

His hand raised and he dropped the cap on the floor, watching me the whole time.

I could not meet his penetrating eyes so I watched the cap roll until it rested next to his boot. The cap circled around and around, creating its own element of suspense. Both Al and Lisa watched me as I kept my eyes on the little piece of metal.

The next moment would define me forever. Even knowing the trap I was entering I did nothing to prevent my descent into a new hell. In fact, I eagerly took the step.

Dropping to my knees, I muttered something about getting the cap. As I crawled closer to my new master I heard Lisa gasp with astonishment. Her response only served to fuel the waves of masochistic lust that was overwhelming me and turning me into a craven slave for this brash hunk.

My hand reached out and grasped the cap. Just as I reached it, Al put his boot on the back of my hand, pinning it to the floor. Lisa’s breath became shallow and rapid. She was getting aroused at the sight of me debasing myself to this haughty character.

The humiliation caused the little guy to start leaking.

Al pushed down enough so I felt pain. Still, I did nothing to stop his display of power, remaining glued to this humbling position. Chuckling, Al placed his other boot on the back of my neck forcing my head to the floor.

“Oh my god,” Lisa said, “he is letting you do whatever you want.” Al smiled.

“He’s not letting me do anything. I’m making him do it. He’s just a wimp. I can’t believe you ever wanted him. He’s such a pussy.”

Lisa’s eyes grew as the heat soared through her loins.

“Say it,” Al commanded. “Say, he’s nothing but a pussy.”

It didn’t take Lisa long to get into the role of Dominatrix. “He’s a wimp…a pussy…I wouldn’t fuck him if he was the last man…or should I say, the last wimp on Earth.”

After a while Al tired of the game and sent me off to the guest room, giving me a not so gentle kick in the ribs.

“I need a fuck, you up to it?’ he asked the love of my life. The smile on Lisa’s face gave him the answer he wanted. He grabbed her hand and led her off. I could hear them walk to the master room as Lisa giggled down the hallway. Soon, the bed springs started groaning as Al bounced her up and down, taking my girlfriend in a way I could only wish I could. Her shrieks of joy were never heard when my poor little guy entered her.

that was the moment I realized the little warrior would never visit that shrine again.

Al was a constant visitor after that, taking over the large bedroom and delegating me to the guest room, delighting in the humiliations he could reap on me, both at home and at work.

Lisa was infatuated with her newfound stud, but Al treated her like she was just a plaything to use when he wanted. He had another girl on the side which only drove poor Lisa crazy. I would listen to her on phone, almost begging to be with him. He used her devotion to plot against me.

One night when he was over I was serving them another round of beers when Al told her he had to go.

“Please, Al, stay for a while. I’ll make it good for you,” Lisa pleaded. His eyes sparkled. I could tell this wasn’t going to be good for me.

“I’ll stay on one condition.” Lisa said she would do anything for him. Al turned and pointed to me. “Slap his face,” he said.

“What?” she asked.

“Slap the wimp’s face and I’ll let you suck me off.”

Lisa contemplated the command for a moment, as if deciding whether to do it or not. She wasn’t the kind of sadist Al was, but something told me she might end up learning to enjoy it. Finally, her need for him won out.

With grim determination on her face, she walked over to me. Almost a foot taller than she it wouldn’t appear I was in any danger, but I was scared and my face showed it. Her eyes narrowed and I could see her anger rise. This was a Lisa I had never seen before. When she wanted something she would do anything for it and she wanted Al.

Without warning her hand flashed out and whacked me on the cheek. The blow hurt, but instead of reacting I stood there like a fool and waited for whatever destiny the two decided for me.

“That wasn’t hard enough,” Al said. There was a smirk on his face that would make Donald Trump proud.

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[This is a story about FEMALE domination over men. PLEASE do not read it if you are offended by this. I am always open to criticism, but know what you are getting into before chiding me for not understanding love.]

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It was another three weeks before we saw Terry and her husband again. But my wife had learned her lessons well. To my surprise, instead of being repulsed by the acts I was forced to commit, the fact that my wife was not only turned on by them, but begging for more made me more accepting of the entire situation. Once her eyes had been opened by the worlds of pleasure TH could provide her, there was nothing I could do to satisfy her unquenchable thirst for a strong, hard penis.

It was my wife’s idea to head down to the sex shop a few nights ago. Before we left, after I had come home from work, she sat me down, and with earnest and eager eyes, she laid it bare.

“I love you Tom, I really and truly do. You are the man I married and there is no way in the world I want to be married to anyone else.”

Well that was reassuring.

“But we have to come up with some type of solution. We need to come up with someway to keep me happy.”

“But you were happy before all of this. We had a great sex life before Terry, before everything that happened at her house.”

She tilted her head and petted my face. “That’s only because I didn’t know how good sex really could be. It’s like a person who doesn’t know they have bad eyesight. Sure, they could get by before, but once those glasses are put on, the entire world is put into focus. That’s how I feel now, sweetie. And I really want you to understand that.”

“I understand.”

“I don’t think you do.”

She floated a hand down to my crotch. “This,” she said squeezing, “this no longer cuts it for me. This can no longer satisfy me.”

“Ever?”

“No. I didn’t say that. I love you and I’m willing to give you pleasure, always. I am still your wife. But I need a lot more now. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“You need another man to satisfy you.” I looked away.

“Not necessarily. Not all the time. That’s why I have an idea.”

And that’s when she gave me her plan. So now here we were, standing in front of a wall of dildos and strap ons in the middle of the sex shop down the road from us. She wanted me to strap on for her. She wanted me to get something that could simulate what she felt with Bill. That wasn’t the worst part though. The worst part was that she was having a hard time finding one.

“I can’t believe that don’t have ONE that’s close to him.” She only half whispered at me.

“What about that one?” I asked pointing to one. In my shame, I unfortunately knew pretty accurately what Bill’s member looked like.

“Hmm” she tapped her lip. “Not quite.”

It wasn’t that they didn’t have any his size, Bill after all wasn’t gigantic. He was just a very girthy, full formed guy. It was that they didn’t, as she said, “Have the exact perfectness of him.”

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt. How could it not? How could a man, any man, not be hurt hearing his wife speak like that of another man? But I was defeated. Having Bill spray his manhood over me, having him completely own me, being utterly subjugated by another man had stripped me bare. Starzbet I was my wife’s now, fully and completely. Whatever she wanted, I’d give her. However she wanted me, she would get it. And damn me if it wasn’t the most turned on I had ever been.

“There we are.” She held one by the tip, its enlarged head even mightier in her small hands.

“That one is black.”

“So?”

“So, Bill isn’t black.”

“I didn’t know you were such a racist.” She chuckled and tapped me in the stomach with it. That act alone, my little wife smacking me with a hefty black dildo, would have been, until a few weeks ago, the most embarrassing moment of my sexual life. Now though? Now it seemed like just one more piece to the scattered puzzle of my cowing.

My wife rummaged through a small bin of straps, unsuccessfully looking for one big enough to fit me. All of them were small, petite numbers made to fit women. Afterall, who uses strap ons other than women? She was getting frustrated though, and for a gleeful second, I thought she may give up. Then to my horror, she tried a different tactic.

“Excuse me,” she said to the gothy looking guy behind the counter.

Oh crap.

He just glanced up at her from the top of his tattoo magazine. He was a slim fellow, as most men of his genre tend to be. His heavy black hair hung over his left eye and the giant loop in his right ear was impossible to ignore.

“I need this in a bigger size.” She held up the biggest strap she had found. I was still probably three sizes too small.

“Okay.” But he didn’t move.

“Do you have more in the back?”

“Don’t know.” He put down the magazine. “That thing is bigger than you’d think though.” He took it from her and opened the straps up as far as they’d go. “See?” He held it up, now noticeably bigger.

“No.” She took it back from him. Then she opened a snap and pulled me close.

I resisted. God, all I wanted to do was slink out of there. I wanted to take her by the arm, drag her from the store and have sex with her. Pound her until I showed her just want my four inches could do. But I didn’t. I couldn’t She owned me.

I shuffled closer to her.

She struggled to get the strap around my leg.

“See? It still doesn’t fit. Maybe two sizes up from this.”

He tried. I’ll give him that. The kid tried not to snicker, or laugh, or be disgusted. But he couldn’t help it. This wirey, knowing smile stretched across his lips.

“Ohhhh, it’s for him,” he pointed to my crotch and not me.

My wife smiled and hooked a stray strand of hair over her ear, looking up at the kid from her bent position in front of me.

“Of course it’s for him. Who’d you think it was for?”

“Well.” He chuckled a bit and then shook his head. “It’s just that, usually when we get guy girl couples in here buying that it’s for her.” He made his hand into a fist and pumped it. “Some guys like to get it, ya know?”

“Ha! Oh wow, I didn’t even realize that.” She smiled and stood up. “But no,” she placed the black cock on the counter, “no my husband isn’t gay.”

He shook his head. “Na, it ain’t gay. It’s a control thing. It’s not too bad actually.”

“You’ve tried it?”

He smiled but stayed silent on the topic. “So Starzbet Giriş what’s your guys deal? You into the black guy thing or something?”

“No” I finally said. “She’s not into black guys.”

“Sorry man, didn’t mean to offend.” He put his hands up.

“Oh stop,” my wife laughed and tickled a hand across his on the counter. “Tom’s right though, I’m not exactly into black men.”

“I don’t get it then.”

“Tell him Tom,” my wife smiled. “Tell the man why we are here.”

I looked at her incredulously. I couldn’t believe she was going to make me do this. She was forcing me further down a road and I already had a very good idea where the final destination stopped.

“I uh—”

“Now now Tom, don’t be shy.”

“I uh—”

She patted my burgeoning hard on in my pants. Despite myself, the whole situation was arousing me.

“I kind of have a small one.”

She shook her head in disapproval. “Say it Tom. If we are going to keep honest, you have to say it.”

I exhaled loudly. Then, to a complete stranger, to a man that was half my size and in any other context I would have lorded over I uttered the words: “I have a very small penis and she wants me to wear a strap on.”

“Holy shit you did not just say that to me dude.” He stared at me, slackjawed and awed at my frankness.

I turned and walked towards the racks of pornos but I could still hear them talking to each other from where I was standing.

“How can you be with a dude like that? Dude can’t even defend himself. A hot broad like you? Shit, I could show you a great time.”

“Could you now?”

I turned back and watched her hand slide over his and begin to rub it in little circles. He smiled at her. I stood in the corner, grabbing my throbbing dick through my jeans.

“Tom.” She called me over and I obediently hustled to her side like the lapdog I had become. “This fine gentleman is going to show me the back room. Please stay out here and wait for a minute.”

“What? Hell no I’m letting you go into the back with this—this–,” I looked the little punk up and down, his too tight jeans, the emo hair, his skintight Clash shirt, “Freak.”

She gasped. “Tom! How can you say something like that!”

She grabbed his hand and walked around the counter.

“C’mere.” She said dragging him into the back room. “Let me see what a skinny man like yourself has packing down there. Tom, you wait here and I don’t want to hear another word.”

I looked around and thankfully the place was empty except for us. I walked down the DVD isle. I took a look ay the dildos again. I even strolled into the gay porn section. Anything to keep my mind off of what was going on in that backroom. But after ten minutes I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to know. I needed to know.

I walked around the counter and before she was even in eyeshot, I could hear it.

Long, sloppy slurps. Slight, squeaking gags. A little bit of laughter.

When I finally rounded the corner I saw her. My sweet little wife, the woman that I married years ago and who had promised to be faithful and endearing to me, on her knees in the backroom of a porn shop, sucking the juices out of a skinny little white guy’s dick. All I could see was her head, bobbing Starzbet Güncel Giriş back and forth at his crotch, with a voracity that I had never seen in our years of marriage.

But that wasn’t the worse part. That was about to happen. She picked up her intensity; I could see her shoulder moving as she stroked him while swallowing the head of his cock. He was getting close. He opened his eyes and saw me standing there. He looked at me and smiled, and then he winced and his hips bucked and my wife gagged. I heard the pop as her lips relinquished his cockhead, and she leaned back and took the whole load all over her face. And he smiled, boy, did he smile at me.

“Wow,” she said as she took the last spurts of his load, “that’s some shooting Tex.” She stood up and I finally got a look at his cock. It wasn’t big at all, if it was six inches that’d be a lot. It was thick though, thicker than I would have given the little guy credit for.

My wife walked over, her lips and cheeks dripping with his sperm and went to give me a kiss. I pulled away.

“Tom.” She said sternly.

“Stop.”

“Tom.” She repeated.

“I don’t want to kiss you.”

“What about our conversation? What about the discussion we had at the house?” She said to me as little pearls of cum dipped off her chin. She was actually having a conversation with me. A straight and serious conversation with another man’s jizz on her chin. “You want to keep me happy? You want me to stay with you?”

“Of course.”

“Then give me a kiss, damn it.”

I closed my eyes and puckered. She didn’t hesitate. Her lips probed mine, his thick, viscousy load squirming between out dueling lips. I tried to pull back but she surprised me and darted a tongue into my mouth.

Her hand went into my pants and grasped my dick and she started furiously stroking.

She began to whisper between kisses. “Give it to me.”

She stroked again.

“Give it to me. Give me that cum.”

She squeezed harder.

“I feel your hardness. You love his cum in your mouth.”

“No I don’t.” But my cock betrayed me. Her thumb and forefinger wrapped around my little head, just like Terry had showed her, and just like Terry, I was already on my last legs.

“You do, and I love you for it. Cum to this.” She licked a long, sensual, slow lick over my mouth, pasting cum over the length of my chin, lips and mouth.

“God this is so hot.”

“That’s it, it’s okay to admit it,” she purred.

“I’m going to cum.”

“Good boy, that’s my good little faggot boy.”

“Don’t call me that.” But I was lying.

“C’mon my little fag boy. C’mon.”

“Shit!”

I shot my strongest and hardest load I could muster over her stroking hands. She kept stroking, milking the last drops from my exhausted member. She looked me in the eyes and smiled.

“Thank you love. I knew you had it in you.”

I brought a hand up and wiped my mouth turning away in shame.

She turned back to the kid.

“We’re taking the dlido and the strap you found me back here and we aren’t paying a dime for it, got it?”

“Sweetheart, you can have the whole damn store as far as I’m concerned.”

She smiled. “Aw that was sweet. When are you working again?”

“Tuesday.”

She winked at him. “Guess I’ll see you then.” She laughed and then grabbed me by the sticky cock, guiding me out of the store.

“Bring him back next time,” he said to her.

“Without a doubt.” She smiled and turned to me. “Let’s get home and get this big black dick on you baby!!”

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Lord Marchington’s Staff

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Lord Marchington’s Staff.

If truth be told I was dreading my return to Marchington Hall, my brother Charles the Fifth Baron Marchington was barely cold in his grave before I found myself dragged from service overseas to oversee his estate, though in truth it was no longer his but mine.

He left his dear wife Marjorie, as frigid an ice maiden as ever walked England’s hallowed turf, and her mother Deloretha, the perfect model for any artist wishing to depict a witch as ever walked abroad, and with an evil manner to match, and in addition there was a crumbling mansion, dilapidated estates, depleted coffers and by some miracle Charles’ tiny daughter, oh and gambling debts, in the form of mortgages mainly, and yet by leaving no male heir the whole depressing disastrous edifice descended upon my shoulders.

And the responsibility weighed heavily upon my shoulders, I had been abroad in the Army for years and had no clear notion of how one keeps discipline among servants when they may simply walk away and leave one’s employ, one might have the slovenly soldier thrashed for idling but an employee? No I dreaded the whole enterprise more than I dreaded anything even canon fire, for one might see the puff of the canon and seek to dodge the balls.

You see soldiering is my life, the Cavalry, the flash of the blade, the thrill of the charge, thundering forth with the flailing hooves and straining sinews of the horse, snorting and bellowing as he charges the line, sabre against musket ball, sinew against flesh, grape shot against muscle, charging on as ones fellows lie writhing in death, that’s what I gave up for Marchington Hall and the family name.

It was worse far worse than I imagined, the family’s closed carriage which collected me off the mail coach was filthy and ill maintained, the driver spent the journey chattering to his guard who sat beside him whereas he should have been keeping a lookout behind for vagabonds, the horses were filthy, the brasses tarnished, the leather cracked and unkempt, even the seats were full of dirt.

The household were assembled for my inspection at the front porch, Mr Belcher the Butler, aptly named I surmised as a bellyfull of porter produced a loud belch with every sentence, Frobisher the under butler, resplendent in a uniform notable by such cleanliness that one could discern that it was bottle green in hue and not mildew on black like Belcher’s.

The Footman was a mere boy and not even liveried, he might have been a farm hand, Binks, by name though Belcher called him Matthew, and there were chambermaids, Sally, May and Patience, carefully selected for their supreme ugliness I assumed, though the severe cut of their hair and fat corpulent bellies did much to enhance the effect, and Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, straitlaced and upright with a liking for whisky I deduced from her breath when I inspected her as I always inspected my troops, and of course there was Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under cook not to mention the platoon of idlers who inhabited the stables posing as ostlers and stable hands while playing pranks and idling their days away.

I made a perfunctory inspection only as Lady Marjorie and that old witch of a mother looked on and Belcher introduced each one before I stepped inside the house, “My dear Marjorie,” I said “I am so sorry.”

“Ha glad I should think,” the old witch cackled, “I have my eye on you!”

“Yes,” Marjorie interjected immediately without any pleasantries, “Mama says you should return my dowry.”

“Oh does she?” I enquired, “Interesting, have you arranged Luncheon?”

“We didn’t know when to expect you,” Marjorie trilled as she led me through to the sitting room beside the drawing room.

“I said noon, it is now twenty six minutes after noon,” I explained patiently, “Luncheon time.”

Her mother spoke up. “It’s cook’s fault,” the old witch lied. “We told her.”

“Then have her whipped,” I replied.

“Well we told Bessie to tell cook,” said Marjorie uncertainly, “Or was it Milly?”

“Then have all three whipped,” I suggested.

“John!” the old witch snapped, “This is England, we are not savages, these are our servants and we do not whip our servants!”

“That madam is what is wrong with this household, with this estate, no discipline!” I exclaimed, “Discipline, clean uniforms, clean bayonets, clean shaven smart soldiers, that, madam is how one wins battles!”

“This is not a battle!” Marjorie interjected.

“That is where you are wrong,” I snapped, “There is a war here between masters and servants and the servants are winning and I do believe it is time for us to take a firm stand, now who shall it be?”

“What?” Marjorie asked.

“Whom shall take the whipping?” I asked.

“Imbecile you cannot whip the servants,” the mother snapped.

“Very well, then assemble the staff before the main staircase and I shall address them.” I insisted.

“I shall not,” the mother declared, so I reached for the bell pull and tugged, predictably it broke, but not before a bell clanged Starzbet half heartedly in the servant’s pantry.

“You rang sir?” Belcher enquired.

“I wish to address the household,” I announced, “Please assemble them before the main staircase.”

“But it is staff Lunchtime Mr John,” he said tiresomely.

“I am Lord Marchington now, and don’t you forget it!” I snapped.

“Fall them in and that’s an order,” I snapped.

“Very military Captain!” Marjorie sniggered.

“Major, ah in fact I am a Lieutenant Colonel now I am on the reserve,” I explained.

“Are we supposed to be impressed?” the old witch asked.

“Assemble the staff!” I demanded, “Luncheon be damned!” and I stormed out of the room and lunged up the stairs to what had been my room in father’s time.

It was a wasteland of dust and neglect and did my humour no favour, and I watched from the window for a moment as the household sluggardly wandered into the house once more.

I gave them a few moments before I went to the head of the stairs, they barely noticed me until I bellowed, “Squad, Attention!” That got their attention.

“You are the most slovenly rabble it has been my misfortune to command,” I explained, “And it will not do, will not do,” I continued, “And I shall go away and come back tomorrow when I expect a complete transformation, Dismiss!”

I went down and pushed through the assembled crowd and mounted the carriage, its says much for the staff’s idleness that my luggage was still aboard the carriage and the team of horses still harnessed to it whilst the coachman consumed a huge meat pie and tankard of something brown and probably alcoholic.

To his credit the coachman came rapidly enough when I bellowed “Coachman,” at the top of my lungs, but I was aboard before he could open the door for me, “To Trentham Town and don’t spare the horses,” I ordered.

I dined alone at the Dog and Duck, and lodged at the Crown, eschewing the chance to spend the night with one “Shantell,” she of reddened cheeks and ample bosom and haunches and a bloated swollen belly and in so doing saved myself several shillings and probably a bout of the sailors disease into the bargain.

The morning came, none too soon if I am honest and then after a very acceptable break-fast I strolled uselessly about the town until predictably enough the carriage arrived twenty minutes after the time we agreed, the coachman claiming there to have been a surfeit of slow farm carts along the way.

The predictably dirty carriage clattered along disreputably enough keeping me tolerably dry if not clean and soon enough we arrived at the house.

This time footman and under butler attended upon us as soon as we swept down the drive and halted before the front steps, and between them they set the carriage steps down and collected my bags, this at least was an improvement, but otherwise if there was an improvement in any other area then I failed to detect it, though at least the staff were lined up neatly enough on the steps.

I proceeded to inspect them one by one, Mr Belcher the Butler unwashed, badly shaven,dressed in a filthy shirt under a filthy jacket, Frobisher the under butler, in his shirt sleeves, from portering, his shoes in need of a shine, his threadbare shirt and trousers tolerably clean as was
Matthew Binks the footman a mere boy, the chamber maids, Sally and Patience, had bathed I discerned, but Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under cook were as dishevelled and sweaty as before as was cook, and worst of all her hands were filthy.

Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, was as straitlaced and upright as ever though slightly drunk with her liking for whisky, and looking on were Marjorie and her mother.

I made a list. “Sack or Lash?” I asked Belcher.

“What do you mean sir?” he asked.

“Whip or dismiss you are a disgrace sir!” I snapped.

“Then I shall take my leave,” he said.

“Then go!” said I “Frobisher, you are butler now, any questions?”

“No sir.” he said and quickly corrected himself, “No my lord.”

“Can you handle a cat?” I asked, he looked puzzled, “A cat of nine tails, a whip man!” I asked.

“I suppose so sir, I never tried,” he said.

“Good man,” I said, an turning I added, “Belcher don’t stand there open mouthed, you’ll catch a moth, be gone man.”

“You need a better suit if you’re to be under butler Binks,” I informed the younger man, “And you must use more soap and less scent, I told the chamber maids, who smiled awkwardly.

“Sack or Lash?” I asked the cook.

“You wouldn’t dare!” she scowled insolently.

“You, Bessie, lash or sack?” I repeated before the under cook.

“Keep your trap shut,” Cook snorted.

“Lash or sack?” I asked Milly the scullery maid.

“What have I done to deserve this sir?” she asked.

“What you have not done is to bathe child,” I said.

“But the lads should certainly defile me if I didn’t stink sir!” she said honestly.

“Just two lashes then, gentle ones,” Starzbet Giriş I offered, “This time.”

“On my hand sir?” she asked.

“No on your bare bottom,” I assured her.

“Ohhhh sir!” she tittered.

“That’s a lash then?” I suggested and I moved on to Mrs Maguire, “Lash or sack,” I asked.

“Don’t be ridiculous!” she snapped.

“Lord Marchington you are unhinged!” Marjorie’s mother snapped.

“I’ll lash you in a moment,” I snapped back.

“And me?” Marjorie asked her icy eyes suddenly aflame.

“You have done nothing to displease me,” I assured her, “Now Mrs Maguire, lash or sack?”

“I have done nothing wrong, and I have nowhere to go,” she said.

“Good lash it is, excellent, see Belcher off the premises Frobisher and I’ll see you all in the courtyard by the kitchen after lunch,” I said breezily and made my way to my old room.
It was still unprepared, “Mrs Maguire!” I shouted.

“Sir,” she replied and hurried upstairs, “Madam said the guest room sir.”

“Really, your lashes madam, would you prefer twenty here in private or ten in the courtyard?” I asked.

“The courtyard, I have seen too many girls ravished after whippings.” she averred.

“Where in gods name was that?” I asked.

“Jamaica,” she said.

“Well have no fear,” I insisted, “Pray bend over the bed and raise your skirts.”

“No!” she protested, “I shall not submit!”

“Take a week to secure another position before you decide,” I said as kindly as I could suspecting the old witch was at the root of the room being unprepared.

Luncheon was tolerable, if greatly more palatable than field rations it hardly equalled the standard of the officers mess at Catesby, and then after luncheon I ordered the house hold to the courtyard.

Now the courtyard was to the east side of the house and was the area between the walled garden and the house with the stables at one end and a wall with just a modest wooden door to the south, access being through the great oaken doors at the north by the stables, and the whole on the whole secluded from prying eyes and one by one the servants assembled as directed by the kitchen.

I had in my minds eye the mounting steps whereby a woman in crinolines might mount her horse side saddle which was in the centre almost of the courtyard, as a whipping stool.

“So cook what is it to be?” I asked her as I selected a horse whip from the selection I had brought from the stables.

“You won’t lash me, of there’s anyone you should it’s her,” she pointed at Marjorie, “And her bitch of a mother, scheming bitches the pair of them.”

“Tell me more?” I suggested.

“Ha that girl ent your niece she’s Frobisher’s!” Cook averred.

“Thrash her hide!” Marjorie’s mother screamed.

“No, you do it,” I exclaimed and strode across to hand the whip to Marjorie’s mother before I returned to cook, grasped a handfull of her filthy hair and ignoring her protests I dragged her to the mounting step over which I bent her before I hauled the back of her skirts high over her head to reveal her soiled filthy once white cotton underwear.

“You lying little bitch,” Marjorie’s mother snarled as she grabbed Cooks voluminous pantaloons and dragged them down her legs revealing a none too clean backside, “Liar!” she said as she raised the whip and slashed it across the fat boated cooks fat bloated backside.

White cloth, pink skin and a tight brown bud of a womanly ass hole were revealed to all as the whip flashed adding red stripes and specks of blood to the scene as the cook wailed for forgiveness and then retribution, “Seven, eight nine,” the old witch counted, “Fifteen,” and she was tiring, her brow sweating as her unaccustomed exertions in her many layers of underthings beneath her black gown.

“Enough!” I cried, “Frobisher, Mr Frobisher five more lashes if you please,” I requested and indicated he should take the whip.

“Swack,” the whip slashed the cooks fat ass ten times harder than the old witch managed and the cook shrieked in alarm, then she screamed and as the whip descended again so she screamed again and again, I counted seven more swats before I called a halt and the cook raised herself up pulled up her pantaloons and ran for the kitchen

“Bessie, your turn,” I called sweetly, “Raise your skirts and lower your pantaloons if you please Bessie.”

“I can’t sir I ain’t wearing any,” Bessie confessed, “I can’t afford none sir.”

“Well, that should make chastisement easier, now bend over,” I ordered and when she did as I asked I slapped her rump just once with the palm of my left hand, “Now go away and take heed.” I said, “Milly?”

Milly too bent over the step and raised her skirts, she too was bare beneath her skirts and her young unplucked virgin womb peeked innocently out below her sweet untouched brown budded ass hole and I felt my sap rising, stretching my member and making him feel constrained, I am quite sure that I blushed.

“Never mind, just bend over the step.” I suggested, and I Starzbet Güncel Giriş guided her forward, “Frobisher?” I asked.

“She’s Matthew’s sweetheart sir, maybe he could chastise her?” he said insolently, but sensitively I deduced.

“Binks, ten of the best lad,” I ordered and invited him to step forward, he stared.

“Never seen a girl bared?” I asked.

“No sir, not Milly!” he agreed and he reached out and caressed her buttocks.

“Slap them lad, show her who’s in charge!” I ordered and so he slapped her rump, “Enough, she just needs a simple lesson.” I ordered as my discomfort became intense, “Let her up!” I ordered and I went to seek the cook who now lay face down on her kitchen floor sobbing.

“What did you mean about Lady Marjorie?” I asked.

“Everybody knows, her and Frobisher used his stuff and my turkey baster to get that kid, your brother wasn’t nothing but a sod!”

“I suspected as much,” I said, “So she cuckolded him?”

“Stopped him topping his self,” she said, “If that’s what cucking hold is.”

“No,” I sighed, “But why?”

“Because he was diseased,” Lady Marjorie stood in the doorway, “I was still intact do you see,” she said, “Though I am no longer.”

“Then it is true what Cook says,” I exclaimed and when she nodded I added, “My god, my god you are evil!”

“John?” she said alarmed.

“A whore, a filthy whore,” I exclaimed and my member was agonised at the thought of a whore, I wanted Milly’s soft succulent ass hole around my swollen member but all there was was cook, and Marjorie, the unfaithful cuckold, a whore.

“No John,” Marjorie pleaded as she looked into my eyes.

“You’re just a filthy whore, well you can earn your board and lodging on your back!” I cried.

“John in law I am your sister!” she wailed, she was animated now, her breast heaved like a whore’s breast, her lips seemed inviting, her eyes now smoldered where before there was ice.

“I’ll teach you to cuckold Charlie!” I snapped and I reached for her throat, she dodged but I had my fingers among the buttons upon her tightly buttoned collar and ripped it away tearing the white cotton away down in a vee between her tightly bound breasts, it was a moment for me to rip the fabric down off her shoulders and on down to her waist, the kitchen knives were drying on the draining board so I took a huge one and plunged it down beside her breast bone.

She thought it was for her breast but no, I merely cut the bindings around her breasts, and pulled away the torn bindings and then as her back was bared I cut the lacings of her corset and then I cut down between her buttocks and the fabric fell away to leave her naked but for her boots.

“I’ll teach you to use my brother so ill!” I snapped and to a gasp from all assembled I dragged her to the courtyard, “Look, we have a new scullery maid, and new whore and an old lying bitch,” I snapped.

“John are your quite mad?” her mother queried, but she was afraid now that I had a knife and she shrank back in fear but I was past caring as I threw Marjorie to the ground and thrusting the knife in the waistband of my trousers I took the whip from Binks which I lashed across Marjorie’s back drawing blood.

“No!” she wailed rolling on her back as if she thought such would protect her but I hit her mounds in stead, mounds as she tried to cover them with her hands and the teats on her mounds which reared up as if roused, she rolled again and I slashed her back with the whip leaving livid red streaks on her pale pink flesh.

“Marjorie save your face!” her mother cried suddenly and as Marjorie left her mounds uncovered to peek through fingers saving her face so I whipped her between her legs.

“Nooooo!” she wailed, “I cannot bear it!” and she rolled in the mud again.

“Bitch!” I cried, “Set her to work!” and I went inside.

“Lord Marchington, I shall have you shot!” Marjorie’s mother informed me as she followed me inside, “I shall have the Constable,” she said before I silenced her with a slap to her weasly narrow face.

“How,” I demanded, “Why? Why did he die by his own hand?”

“They blackmailed him, as he was a sodomite,” the old crone said quietly, “Marjorie knew she had the life of a nun for a future, she has no liking for the flesh, none at all,” the mother said, “So don’t judge her, restore her to her station and we will say no more about it.”

“You planned it didn’t you,” I demanded, “You witch, you sought to keep poor Charlie alive long enough to get a boy grandchild and you were set up for life!”

“Marjorie had a substantial dowry,” the old witch explained, “Charles pursued her!”

“You did more like, now admit it!” I insisted.

She shook her head, “You don’t scare me John, you’re just a boy!” she said sarcastically.

“No?” I queried drawing the knife, “You miserable dried up barren old witch, you made your daughter a whore!”

“No!” she declaimed but I was enraged and she saw it and she ran, ran for her life ran faster than for twenty and more years and by the greatest of misfortune she ran upstairs and ran to her bedchamber.

I followed barely a pace behind and when she threw herself despairingly upon the bed, I took the knife and cut her clothing down her back from neck to hem and peeled it apart to reveal her body ready for whipping.

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Love in Chains Ch. 16

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We were all nervous when we approached The Club and were very glad to see the dark figure lurking in the doorway of the building next door. As we approached Jon stepped out of the shadows and took Kane by the arm, guiding him around the corner to a door half way along the street, leaving Riz and I to follow.

The door led to a set of stairs which opened out into a surprisingly pleasant flat. There was a large spacious living room with two floor to ceiling windows dominating the far wall. One corner of the living room was an open plan kitchen appointed in black laminate and granite surfaces.

There were a number of miss matched chairs and sofas and colourful rugs on the polished wood floor. It looked as though there were more than one person living here because of the clashing styles, but it was comfortable, warm and welcoming.

Jon motioned them to sit and went into the kitchen to pour himself a shot of brandy. Although he asked, none of us was interested in a drink.

As he was settling himself in a chair in front of the window, facing us, one of the many doors which led off the room opened and a young man entered, his hair tousled from sleep. He was rubbing his eyes and practically naked. Noticing us he froze and raised his eyes to Jon.

“It’s okay Ben, just some friend. Go take your shower, we won’t be long.”

Ben was staring at me, his eyes wide. He glanced up at Jon again and then back at me. He was very young, very sweet and very frightened.

“It’s alright Ben. Don’t involve yourself. Just shower.” Jon’s voice was surprisingly gentle but it didn’t seem to have any effect on Ben, who still looked terrified, so much so he was starting to shake.

“You… Who… who are you?”

“I’m…”

Ben shook his head as if he was afraid of my answer. “You… you look… you look like…”

A lightbulb went off in my head. Of course; Nye and I look very much alike.

“You know my brother, I suppose. Aneurin… Nye?”

Ben opened and closed his mouth a few times, and shook his head then, almost as if a switch had flicked he seemed to draw himself up.

“Nye is my friend. He’s everyone’s friend. Are you going to save him? Please… don’t let Adam…”

“Ben! That’s enough. Go take your shower.”

Ben jumped, startled, although Jon’s voice was still calm and affectionate. Then he nodded and scuttled off.

“Well that was touching. What was it all about?”

“As Ben said… Nye was everyone’s friend.”

“Was?”

Jon shook his head, annoyed at himself and at my reaction. “You have to understand that it is… different for us. We live in a different world and it’s hard for people on the outside to understand. Most of us are here completely consensually… we do what we do because we want to.”

“Most of you?”

“There are always exceptions. In many ways it’s a brutal world and it’s easy for people to get… lost, especially when our stock in trade is pain. But they really are the exceptions.” He turned introspective. “Or so I always thought.”

Looking up, directly at me Jon went on, eagerly as if almost desperate for my understanding. “You have to understand that… people come to us for all sorts of reasons… because they are curious, because they want something different, because they have already started walking down this path. Many of them have no real idea what they are getting into until they start training. When they do they often freak and have to be… carefully handled. A lot of the time they ‘seem’ to be doing things against their will but they keep coming back and in truth they want more.

“Also there are some people who want to be abused, there are those whose fantasies involve violence and rape. We cater to them all and sometimes it’s hard to tell if the resistance is real or not.”

“How old is Ben?”

Jon looked startled by my question but he answered freely. “He’s a couple of weeks short of his eighteenth birthday.”

“And he’s ‘trained’?”

“He’s in training. It’s not complete.”

“And he is tortured and raped and abused?”

“Sometimes.”

“How can a seventeen year old truly consent to that? Oh I suppose it’s not illegal but… he’s a child. How old was he when he started?”

“Sixteen.”

“And is that the youngest you take them?”

“Here yes.”

“Here?” I shuddered. “Alright. I don’t want to know. Just tell me about Nye.”

“Look… one thing you should be aware of. These kids are mostly runaways who have been abused most of their lives. They are brought to this life… or worse ones… by people they meet on the streets. Pretty boys are very much in demand out there and one way or another they are going to get fucked.

“Here we offer good training, and not just in how to take a beating, but in all the intricacies of the world including things like aromatherapy, massage, business skills, literacy, computing, electronics… a lot of useful skills. The most important lessons they learn is how to keep themselves safe. They get a warm clean room, plenty of food and there is a strict no drugs policy. They are taught self defence and they are protected.”

“From Starzbet everyone but those who pay well eh?”

“That’s different. No one is forced to do anything they don’t want to do.”

“So how do they pay?”

“What do you mean pay?”

“For the training. If they are street kids with no home, no job, no money how do they pay for the training, the accommodation… how do they pay?”

“They have to work… behind the bar here or in other clubs, driving, cleaning, all sorts of things and yes… if that is what they want, once they are trained enough… they provide sex to clients. But it is safe… they are protected both health wise and with muscle if things go wrong. We pick our clients carefully and we are very careful with hygiene and safe practices. There’s no point turning up your nose at this… it happens everywhere and at least here they are well cared for.”

“Save me the advertising. Just because they are abused more safely here than elsewhere doesn’t make the abuse ok.”

“Think what you like. It is what it is. And now that The Club is closed the boys have scattered and gone to new Masters most of whom make Adam look like a pussy cat.”

“Well forgive me if my heart ain’t bleeding for them. Now cut the BS and tell us about Nye.”

“Was he…. being trained?” I hardly dared to ask and Jon must have realised how much I feared the answer because he smiled and bit his lip before he replied.

“I can’t honestly say he wasn’t but… it was in a different way. I think that Adam genuinely loves him, as much as Adam is capable of loving anyone. He’s… flawed. He started off just like the rest of us. He was trained by Lian and he didn’t have an easy time of it but he stuck with it and rose through the ranks so to speak so fast and so far that Lian actually gave him a club to run. Not this one, this one is all his but Adam runs five clubs here, three in other cities and two abroad. He is very well known and very well respected but a large part of that respect was earned through fear and with good reason.

“Anyway… there is a strict code of practice with regard to training new boys. Every trainee has to be approved by the Master of the trainer, and the regime of training too. It’s negotiable and with Adam it was by and large a formality as everyone, including Lian knows Adam is the best trainer there is. None of his boys break, none of them run away or turn bad and they are always very much in demand.

“This time however, Adam didn’t mention anything about Nye to Lian because he was ‘training’ him in a very different way. He found it very hard to hurt Nye and he was genuinely trying to maintain a proper relationship with him. He actually made a formal commitment to him to make him a partner, in life and in business. The problem is…

“The problem is that Adam can’t do relationships. If he had separated off his private life from his business life it would have been fine. If he had not wanted Nye to experience everything he experiences, to be fully part of his world, or if he had been able to accept Nye’s strong character and not wanted to mould and manipulate him… but Adam is not good with compromise. He wanted a ‘true’ relationship but with someone who was compliant and obedient… and fully part of his world. He was never going to have that with Nye, not unless he was trained.

“So he went about some weird combination of courting and training which, to his mind was working very well. Everyone else could see that it was going to end in disaster, but not him, not even Nye who was so enmeshed in the facade Adam was presenting him that he wouldn’t have seen the truth until it hit him in the face… which it did.”

Nervously Jon ran his hands through his hair. “When Lian found out about what Adam was doing and what he was planning he went nuts. He came here for the weekend to ‘approve’ the relationship but in truth it was all about testing Nye and punishing both of them.”

Jon hung his head and couldn’t look at me. “He hurt Nye, hurt him badly, almost killed him and Adam was furious.”

My heart fell and I must have made a sound because Jon winced, but pressed on. “I don’t know exactly what happened but the gist of it seems to be that Adam and Nye had a row. Adam was so riled up anyway about what Lian did to him in punishment he pretty much took it out on Nye. He told us that Nye became ill from the poison Lian gave him and…”

“Poison?!”

Kane and I spoke at almost the same moment and, without looking at us he nodded. “It was part of the punishment… Lian made Adam administer poison to Nye. He didn’t know what it was at the time.”

“Adam gave a drug to Nye without knowing what it was?”

“It happens. Lian is a very experienced practitioner. He regularly uses drugs for various purposes.”

“I thought you said there were no drugs.”

“No recreational ones.”

“Yeah… that makes all the difference.”

“Alright Kane. Go on Jon. You said that Nye became ill from the poison.”

Jon shook his head. “No I said that Adam told us that Nye was ill because of the poison but Starzbet Giriş I don’t believe for one minute that was the case. Lian gave Nye the antidote to the poison and he told Adam that he would be alright. Lian is a bastard but he isn’t a liar.”

“So what do you think happened?”

“The day that Lian left… you came.” He nodded to Kane. “Nye was lit up like a candle, full of spark and energy and that’s why I don’t believe the poison made him ill.”

“You mean the day I came to see him… when I was talking to him… he’d been poisoned?” Jon nodded and Kane turned away, running his hands through his hair. “I knew it. I knew something was terribly wrong with him. I should never have left him there… but he said he was happy he said he loved Adam.”

“I’m sure he did, at that time. Lian was gone, he had passed the tests with flying colours, he was notorious throughout our world, Adam was acting as if he was besotted with him and had given him half of everything… at least everything he knew about. Sure he was happy but…”

Jon faltered and took a long drink from his forgotten glass. “Something happened. I don’t know what it was but we didn’t see Nye for the best part of a week and when we did he was… different.”

“What do you mean ‘different’?”

“Less focussed, more withdrawn, more compliant, obedient.”

“Why?”

“Because Adam had been drugging him. He’d got his hands on some new drugs, potent stuff, mind and personality altering.”

“Oh my god. No.”

“Wait. They were nasty stuff but… Adam is impatient and… he can be brutal and cruel but he really did love Nye and… I think in the end that he couldn’t go through with it, not completely, because Nye was still… well Nye. One thing that really pissed Adam off was that no matter what he did, what he said, what manipulation he tried, Nye kept insisting on going to some party that Adam didn’t want him to go to.”

“Shit! That was my fault.”

“It was no one’s fault. It was a perfectly reasonable thing. Adam was very possessive with Nye. He wouldn’t let him out of his sight. The only time the poor kid was allowed any space without Adam at his hip was when he was working here… and then he was a different person. He really took to it, was amazing. Ben was right… everyone loved him, he was everyone’s friend.”

“I can imagine. I know what my brother’s like.”

“Adam always gets what he wants. When he couldn’t stop Nye going to the party he tackled the problem from the other end and took the option away from him.”

Kane snarled but said nothing.

“I wasn’t involved with that Kane, I swear. I didn’t know anything about it until afterwards. But Adam bragged to everyone. We all knew. He was mocking Nye, laughing at him behind his back and we hated it. Nye was devastated. He thought you had rejected him, that you didn’t want to know him anymore, any of you.

“After… after they did what they did to you… Nye had another row with Adam…I think it was because he told him that despite what he thought you had done to him he wasn’t going to cut ties. Adam hit him, hard. He was in a terrible state and…”

Jon startled them all by suddenly getting to his feet and stalking to the window. “It was my fault. I should have kept my mouth shut but… the boys were getting restless. They didn’t like what Adam was doing to Nye. They were putting pressure on me to do something, but what could I do? I’m bar manager but it isn’t as if I have any influence on Adam. He’s my… he never listens to me.”

“What were you going to say Jon? Were you going to say that he is your master?”

Jon did not turn but they could clearly see his shoulders tense. “Yes. It’s been a long time since my training, and a long time since I had cause to use it but… yes Adam trained me… he is my master.”

“How old were you?”

Jon paused, his whole body singing with tension, then his shoulders slumped and he raised his arm resting his forehead against it pressed against the window. “I was fourteen.”

“And did you come willingly.”

“It was a long time ago.” His voice was wistful and somewhat sad.

“Did you?”

“No… not exactly.”

“Were you abused by your family?”

“No. They were good to me, I was happy.”

“So you didn’t run away?”

“No. I chose my friends unwisely, started hanging round with a group of people who were much older than me. It was exciting. I thought I was so grown up and bit by bit I got drawn in. It was so gradual I never even realised it was happening until it was too late. By then I had got myself in way over my head and when they started talking about payment I had nothing to pay with… except myself.”

“Do your family know what happened to you?”

“No. Once they took me I never went back.”

“God that’s awful. You should look them up. They must be so worried.”

Jon laughed shortly. “Look them up and tell them what? That the son they were so proud of allowed himself to be drugged, raped and violated in every way… and had sex with men for money. Yeah… they’d be so proud.”

“You Starzbet Güncel Giriş could tell them that you were taken and held against your will, forced to do things you weren’t proud of but rose above it and managed to become well respected and relied on.”

Jon half turned and the look on his face was, for a time, almost hopeful. Then he laughed shortly. “No. That will never happen. Not with my family.” He shook himself. “How did we get around to talking about me? That’s not relevant. The important thing is that I allowed myself to be pressurised into telling Nye about Kane. I also told him about Adam drugging him. He was… to be honest I don’t think he knew what hit him. I distracted Adam’s bodyguards while Luke took him upstairs. Adam wasn’t supposed to have been back for hours, if at all.”

Kane butted in. “You said you ‘allowed yourself to be pressurised’ into telling Nye about me. Do you regret it?”

Jon faltered. “I… no offence Kane but I don’t know you. I had never met you until today and I didn’t give a cat’s ass about you. But I did and I do care about Nye. If I hadn’t told him he would probably still have been safe now.”

“He didn’t sound too safe.”

Jon shrugged and shook his head, then went straight back to telling his story. “I almost had a heart attack when Adam turned up. He saw Nye and Kane sneaking out the back door and went nuts. When he went storming out with his goons in tow we all held our breaths praying you would have got away.

“And then when he came back in carrying two bodies…” He bit his lip. “We didn’t have much time to wonder because Adam ripped into all of us like nobody’s business. He said that he was not convinced that we didn’t all have something to do with it and we were lucky that he wasn’t putting us all into re training. It was fortunate for us that he had Luke to take things out of.”

“Not so fortunate for him.”

“No… and when I was called upstairs later he was in a bad way. He’d been shot on the shoulder, not a bad wound but he’d lost a lot of blood and Adam had clearly been torturing him. I got hold of a doctor we use sometimes, one who is… discrete.”

“I’ll bet.”

“What about Nye? What did he do to Nye?”

“I don’t know. When I saw him he was completely out of it… but I know that Adam spent time with him down in the dungeon and that definitely wasn’t to watch him sleep. I didn’t see him after that so I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you didn’t see him?”

“The day before The Club got raided Lian turned up and took them all away in a limo… Adam, Nye and Luke. I don’t know if Adam called Lian or whether Lian just decided to take things into his own hands.”

“Do you know where Lian took them?”

Jon hesitated, looking clearly uncomfortable.

“Jon please… please help my brother. Help us to get him out of there. All we want is to know where he is… that’s it. Tell us and we’ll go away and never come back. Please.”

Still he hesitated, his eyes locked with mine, then he just seemed to collapse inwards. “Lian has a big house in the country just outside London, an estate really. He hosts private functions there.”

“Functions.”

“Yes. It’s very well guarded. His … attendants are practically a private army. It’s safe, secure and very private. If I had to guess I would say that is where he would have taken them.”

“Thank you Jon. Thank you. Will you come with us to the police? Will you tell them where it is?”

Jon looked startled, no, frightened. “Hang on a minute. I didn’t say anything about going to the police. Telling you is one thing but the police…”

“But they are your friends Jon… Nye and Luke. Who knows what might be happening to them by now. Please.”

“No. I’m sorry, it’s out of the question. I have already done too much, told you too much. Adam will kill me as it is if he finds out. I can’t…”

“Please.”

“No. Look. I’m sorry for what happened, very sorry. Nye is a wonderful person, I was very fond of him but… No, this is too much to ask. I can’t.”

“I’ll go.”

The voice was very soft but it had every eye in the house turning to stare at its source. Ben had showered and was dressed in jeans and a plain black tshirt. His blonde hair hung in damp curls around his baby face and he looked much younger than Jon had said he was. His blue eyes were wide and terrified but his head was erect, the chin jutting.

“Don’t be so ridiculous Ben. Remember what I told you. Keep your head low, out of trouble and I’ll take care of you. Do something stupid like this and no one is going to be able to protect you.”

“Protect me? Is that what you’ve been doing?”

“Ben…”

“No Jon… don’t. I know that you have been taking care of me… as best you can and don’t think I’m not grateful…but do you really think that this is how I want to spend my life? Being beaten, drugged and raped; pimped out to sweaty old guys with twisted minds and gross bodies for money? Last time…” He faltered and swallowed and Jon would have interrupted but he stopped him. “Last time they took me to a cellar and tied me to a table. They put a gag in my mouth and fed my drugs with a straw. I though I was going to die. There were four of them and they all went at me together. Pawing me, whipping me, fucking me, twisting my body and… Thank god I was half out of it. There were points when I would have welcomed death.

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Mistress Annabelle was preparing her scene well tonight. Her submissive, Lucy had been a very bad girl recently and deserved a harsh punishment. She wasn’t going to go easy on her at all. Not after she’d caught her pleasuring herself in the bathroom without permission the night before. Lucy was never allowed to play with herself unless her Mistress expressly told her it was okay, and preferably if she got to watch the entire thing. But Lucy had been sneaky and desperate because it had been almost a full week since her mistress had allowed her to orgasm. She kept teasing her and bringing her to the brink, and then never allowing her to actually come. It was an exquisite form of torment that Mistress Annabelle enjoyed using, knowing that when she finally allowed Lucy to come, it would be earth shattering and amazing. But after she caught Lucy with her own nipple in her mouth, sucking hard as she used an electric toothbrush on her clit, she knew she had to punish her severely. Lucy had been apologetic and begged to please just let her finish, but no such thing was allowed. Not until after this scene played out. Then she would allow her sub to finally have an orgasm. As long as she obeyed her Mistress and put up with her punishment like a good girl.

Annabelle knew Lucy had incredibly sensitive nipples that were very long and thick and fun to play with. They were a beautiful brown color against her pale skin. Along with her long dark hair and brown eyes, Lucy was a sight to behold. Her tits were double D’s and Mistress Annabelle had to admit it was incredibly erotic to watch Lucy suck her own nipple with such ferocity. She herself had sucked those nipples to the point her mouth actually got tired, but any extensive nipple play always left Lucy dripping wet and sometimes she’d orgasm from that alone if they were lucky. But tonight she wanted to torment those nipples along with the rest of her body. And she hoped Lucy would learn her lesson. She had laid out all the implements she wanted to use and dressed herself in a tight leather corset that lifted her tits up and bared them in her subs face. Her pert pink nipples were just as large as Lucy’s and just as sensitive. Her legs were clad with fishnet thigh high stockings and the leather panties she wore unzipped to expose her cunt should she demand to be touched at any point during the scene. She liked to taunt Lucy with sticking her nipples in her face or sitting over her face and letting her just barely get a taste of her cunt before pulling away from her. It was all about anticipation. And right now Lucy was in her room anticipating a very luscious torture session that she knew she deserved.

Annabelle finally opened the door for her and led her into the play room filled with all sorts of toys and floggers and other strange implements that had proven useful in the past. Mistress Annabelle loved to improvise sometimes with household objects and garage tools, along with various fruits and vegetables, to name a few items she had lying around. Lucy had no idea what awaited her now, but she was stark naked and Mistress Annabelle grabbed and pinched both her nipples to yank her into the position where she wanted her to stand. It was in front of a large bar hung from the ceiling, where Mistress Annabelle could attach her wrists above her head so that her hands were not free to move at all. And it made her tits hang in such a way that they were even more amazing looking than before. Pert and nipples standing out at attention. She was free of all body hair and her large clit peeked out from her outer pussy lips once her legs were parted slightly. The prominence of her clit made it even easier for her to sneak in orgasms by just rubbing herself against the fabric of her panties, and Mistress Annabelle had caught her doing that more than once too. But right now, Lucy looked perfect and perfectly vulnerable with her arms fastened tightly above her head. Her legs were free, for now. But later on they wouldn’t be. But this was just the warm up for the real torture.

“So Lucy, you like to suck your own nipples, don’t you?” Mistress Annabelle asked her.

“Yes, Mistress. I do love sucking them,” Lucy said softly with her head bowed.

“I bet you love having huge tits and enormous nipples, don’t you? Big enough to lift them up into your mouth.”

“Yes, I love them in my mouth.”

“Good. Then we’ll start there. Simple enough. I’m going to grab one of your tits and shove your nipple into your mouth. And I want you to suck it hard. So hard you can’t stand it,” Starzbet Mistress Annabelle said grabbing one of her huge tits and shoving the nipple into her subs eager mouth.

She took the nipple into her mouth and began sucking it hard and fast making little sounds of pleasure and pain at how hard she was being asked to suck it.

“Now bite down on it. I want to see teeth. Bite that nipple and open your lips so I can see it,” she commanded her.

Lucy bit down hard on her own nipple and gasped but bared her teeth just as instructed so her Mistress could see that her teeth were firmly embedded in her sensitive nipple.

“Now I’m going to let go of your tit and I want you to keep biting your nipple. Let the weight of your tit hanging pull on it,” Mistress Annabelle said, releasing her hold on the enormous breast.

Lucy bit down even harder and moaned out as the weight from her tit pulled hard on the sensitive flesh. After a full minute had passed, Mistress Annabelle allowed her to let go.

“Okay, let it drop, but do it slowly so your teeth drag across the entire nipple.”

Lucy did as instructed and then stood there panting as the pain in her nipple was aching, but in a gloriously good way. She could see the teeth marks she left on her own nipple, and Mistress was pleased. She repeated the gesture with her other nipple, first having her suck the life out of it, then biting down hard on it and letting it dangle in her mouth. After another minute, she was allowed to let it go and had two perfectly swollen nipples with bite marks left on them.

“Look how pretty that looks. They’re swelling already and we’ve only just begun,” Mistress Annabelle smiled as she pinched and pulled on both super sensitive nipples. Lucy cried out. Mistress Annabelle liked hearing her sub make noise, unlike others who punished their subs for making noise. She wanted to hear the pleasure and the pain. Especially when it was both mixed together.

“Now it seems to me that since you were playing with your clit with an electric toothbrush, you must like rough things touching you, is that right?” Annabelle whispered as she pulled on a nipple absently.

“Yes. I do. I like rough things,” Lucy admitted.

“Like when we were in the shower and I rubbed the loofah brush over your clit and made you come?”

“Oh yes! Yes! I loved that,” Lucy said, hoping for something similar to happen now, but knowing it was too soon for any such pleasures.

“I think your nipples need roughing up. Those sensitive tips need to be rubbed with something coarse and hard. I want your nipples to be in pain,” Annabelle smirked at her.

“Oh God…”

“How about some coarse grit sandpaper?” Annabelle picked up the piece of sandpaper off her table and held it up to Lucy. “I’m going to rub the tips of your nipples raw. I want those brown nipples to be bright pink at the tips.”

“Oh please. Please hurt them. I deserve it,” Lucy squeaked out.

“That’s my girl. Now just watch me do this. Don’t close your eyes,” she instructed as she grabbed a nipple and began rubbing the gritty sandpaper over the tip roughly.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! That hurts!” Lucy cried out, her eyes fixated on the sandpaper grinding over her nipple.

“Yeah that’s it, my little slut. It hurts good, doesn’t it?” Mistress Annabelle cooed.

“Oh fuck!” Lucy couldn’t form other words as the sandpaper tore across her nipple.

Mistress Annabelle pulled her hand back and surveyed the nipple. The dark brown piece of pleasure flesh was now bright pink and raw at the tip. She smiled, pleased with her handiwork. Then she grabbed the other nipple and did the same, even more roughly as Lucy cried out and writhed around, never taking her eyes off what her mistress was doing. Once she was done, they both looked at her raw nipples happily.

“You’re doing so good, Lucy. Look at those raw nipples! I bet if I sucked them now, they’d be even more sensitive wouldn’t they?” Annabelle asked her.

“Oh yes! Yes, they would!”

“You want me to suck them don’t you?”

“Please!”

Annabelle laughed and clucked her tongue at her. “Not yet. We’re still in the tormenting phase. You were very bad. I think your nipples could take a little more pain. Like maybe some toothpaste dabbed on the tips?” She smiled wickedly at her as she picked up the tube of minty toothpaste. She squirted some on her finger and then applied a big glob to the tip of each of Lucy’s raw nipples. She squirmed hard and began Starzbet Giriş panting and trying to rub her legs together to ease the ache in her clit. She wanted to come so bad. And the cold burning sensation on her nipples was driving her wild.

“Please touch my clit. Please!” Lucy begged of her.

“Not yet. Your nipples still need some attention. How do they feel now?” Mistress Annabelle asked.

“They burn and sting and it’s so cold.”

“Are they throbbing?”

“Yes!”

“Is your clit throbbing?”

“Yes, Mistress. Yes.”

“Good. Now I think it’s time for the alligator clamps for your nipples.”

Lucy grimaced and squirmed and Mistress Annabelle picked up the metal clips with sharp jagged metal teeth on them. She affixed one clamp to the toothpaste covered nipple, which made Lucy scream out. Then she attached the other sharp clamp to the other throbbing nipple. The metal teeth dug into the sensitive tips and Mistress Annabelle flicked both clamps with her fingers make Lucy’s nipples bounce.

“Hmm, yes, I like this. Still want your clit touched?” she asked her sub.

“Please!” she begged, as the pain tore into her nipples.

Annabelle grabbed another alligator clamp and without warning her first, she reached down and clamped it hard onto her throbbing wet clit. Lucy screamed and looked down to see the sharp clamp affixed to her most sensitive spot. And without warning again, Mistress Annabelle ripped the alligator clamp off her clit, causing her to scream again. She was panting for air, and her wetness was dripping down her legs now. She was so ready to come it was unbearable. But it wasn’t yet time for that. She could see that in her Mistress’s eyes.

“I think I will touch your clit. This time with something besides the clamp. I just had to shock your clit into not being so ready to orgasm before I did this. I want you to suffer a little longer. If I sense you’re going to come, I’ll do something else shockingly painful to your clit, do you understand me?” Mistress Annabelle asked with determination.

“Yes, I understand. I won’t let myself come. No matter what. Not until you say I can,” Lucy nodded her head.

“Good. Now I think your clit needs roughing up too. But not with the sandpaper. I think we’ll try the Brillo pad. What do you think of that?” Mistress Annabelle asked holding up the bundle of steel wool in front of her face.

“Yes, please. Rough it up. Rub it hard!”

“Ooh, I like that you’re ready for this. It’s gonna hurt good. But not too good remember?” Mistress warned her.

She bent down and pushed Lucy’s legs farther apart and her dripping wet pussy was exposed even further, with her large clit standing hard at attention. She went to work scrubbing the Brillo pad over the sensitive nub of flesh and Lucy cried out and whimpered and kept writhing around. This just made Annabelle scrub harder and harder until she could tell Lucy was close to coming, despite the painful roughness of the steel wool pad against her clit. She stopped scrubbing and leaned over and bit Lucy’s clit hard, shocking her back to the punishment. Annabelle yanked on her clit with her teeth and left pronounced teeth marks on it, as Lucy cried out and screamed. Then Annabelle went back to scrubbing her clit until it was bright red and raw. Then she was satisfied.

“How does your little clit feel now that I’ve paid attention to it?” Mistress Annabelle asked her.

“It burns and it’s throbbing. It’s so red,” Lucy noted looking down between her legs and seeing her swollen clit sticking out and the bold red color.

“Good. Now it’s time for more toothpaste, on your clit this time.”

Annabelle grabbed the toothpaste tube and squeezed out a generous amount and rubbed it all over her swollen red clit and dipped her fingers down inside her pussy, effectively spreading the toothpaste inside her as well. Lucy’s cunt was on fire. She felt burning and coldness and tingling and her entire body quaked as she wondered what else was coming next. Her Mistress untied her arms and let them fall and then she ordered her to lie on the floor as she lifted her legs over her head, spreading her pussy wide open. She tied her legs back to her arms and fastened them both around a sturdy armchair. The toothpaste and alligator clamps were still on her nipples, and her clit was still covered in toothpaste, teeth marks, and swollen raw from the steel wool pad. But now her cunt was gaping open and Lucy knew something rough was about Starzbet Güncel Giriş to be jammed inside her. She just didn’t know what it would be.

“By now I can see in your eyes, you’ve guessed that I’m about to fuck your cunt with something right?” Mistress Annabelle asked her in a sinister voice.

“Yes…” Lucy whispered.

“This is the best part. I want to see you stretched open and I want it to hurt real bad.”

“I deserve it.”

“Yes, you do.”

Mistress Annabelle grabbed the tube of toothpaste and stuck it inside Lucy’s open cunt and squeezed a generous amount of toothpaste inside her. Then she reached over and grabbed a large toilet brush and held it up. Lucy tried to protest by squirming but it only made her restraints feel tighter. She was beginning to feel the cool burn inside her cunt of the toothpaste and she hoped that Mistress would only fuck her with the handle and not the brush. But no such luck. She poised the brush over Lucy’s hole and started pushing it inside her. It didn’t go easily and it required a lot of force. Lucy screamed and screamed and panted for air as she felt the brush begin sliding inside her open cunt. Finally after working it around and pushing hard enough, the entire brush disappeared inside her pussy hole. Mistress Annabelle was so pleased, her own cunt was throbbing now. She started working the toilet brush in and out of Lucy’s cunt and watched as the toothpaste and pussy juices spilled out everywhere as she fucked her harder and harder, spreading her hole open wider and wider. Her favorite part was when she’d almost pull the whole thing out and then she’d plunge it back inside her again without remorse.

Lucy was writhing and moaning and screaming at intervals, but she was also about to come hard and she couldn’t help herself. She knew it wasn’t allowed so she tried to stop it, but Mistress Annabelle could see that she was about to orgasm, so she shoved the brush inside her cunt and left it sitting in there. The handle stuck out and she surveyed how red and raw her subs cunt was now. Covered in toothpaste. It was divine. But before she could allow her sub to orgasm, she wanted to come herself. All this torment soaked her pussy and made her nipples hard as rocks. She left the toilet brush inside Lucy’s cunt and moved up towards her face, where she could see sweat dripping down her cheeks mixed with tears. She unzipped her panties and presented her already throbbing cunt to her subs face.

“Eat my cunt out good, you little slut or else I’ll never let you come,” she commanded Lucy.

Lucy eagerly stuck her tongue out and Mistress Annabelle sat on her face. She felt Lucy sucking and licking her clit and tongue fucking her hole like a good girl. She started grinding herself against Lucy’s mouth and face, her clit rubbing her nose and her cunt fucking her chin, all the while Lucy kept her tongue out and going. Annabelle grabbed at her own nipples and pinched and pulled them as she rode her subs face and started to come. She exploded in ecstasy onto her face and squirted in her mouth, her sub eagerly drinking it down and lapping it up. Once she was spent, she climbed off Lucy’s face and saw how wet it was with her cum and pussy juices. She smiled and looked back at the toilet brush handle stick jammed inside of Lucy.

“Do you want me to let you come now?” Annabelle asked breathlessly.

“Yes, please.”

“Shall I keep fucking you with the brush?”

“Yes.”

“Hard?”

“Yes.”

“You want the Brillo pad on your clit too?”

“Oh please, yes!” Lucy exclaimed.

Annabelle smiled and grabbed the pad up and began scrubbing Lucy’s clit hard and fast while she jammed the toilet brush in and out of her cunt with lighting speed. It wasn’t long before Lucy screamed and began coming, her pussy contracting against the brush, which just sent her into more orgasms. She came so hard she squirted all over the place and Annabelle tried to get it in her mouth, tasting her sweet subs cum. Finally after at least five orgasms in succession, Lucy was done for. Annabelle pulled the brush out of her swollen cunt and tossed the Brillo pad to the side. She untied her legs and arms and pulled off the alligator clamps from her nipples. Then she cradled her in her arms.

“You were such a good girl, Lucy. You took your punishment and you made me come. I trust I won’t catch you sucking your own nipples and playing with your clit anymore right?” she asked her sub.

“No, I promise. Not unless you say I can,” Lucy told her.

“Good. Now maybe I want to see you do that,” Annabelle smirked at her.

“Right now?”

“Yes.”

“Whatever you say, Mistress,” Lucy told her happily.

And they both knew they were in for a very long night.

End

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This is my first published story. The scenario is a fantasy and is meant as nothing more. I would love constructive feedback on how I can improve future submissions. Thank you for reading.

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It started out as a fairly typical day. Molly’s son was out of town with her parents for the summer. Wyatt, Jess and Molly miraculously all had the day off. They woke up slowly, took care of the cats and started discussing what to do that day over their morning tea and coffee. Jess and Wyatt shared a look and then Jess suggested going to the aquarium. Molly thought that was kind of an odd suggestion coming from their lover but it sounded fun.

“Sure! What do you think Wyatt?”

“As long as you don’t mind driving, love,” he responded.

“I think that’s fine. Is there anything specific you want from me, either of you?”

“Hmmm,” Jess thought. “I think you should wear a skirt. A short one.”

“And only one layer of shirt with no bra,” added Wyatt.

“Don’t forget a choker!” Jess reminded her.

“Mmm, and the teal, strappy thong. I love how that looks on you. Other than that, up to you.”

Molly thought for a moment, “Yes Sir! Yes Mistress!” she answered obediently and then went to dress.

She chose her outfit carefully, making sure the choker would work with what she chose. She wore her short, black skirt that covered her ass but not much more. With that she chose a fitted harry potter t-shirt and her Hufflepuff choker. She wore the moon bracelet Wyatt had given her in addition to her activity tracker. For earrings she chose her cuff set. She knew they’d appreciate it. She’d wear her wedge shoes. They were comfortable for walking but made her legs looked good.

Jess and Wyatt were dressed in jeans and t-shirts as usual. Making her feel a bit overdressed and conspicuous. That was probably their intent. “Ready!” Molly said when she came out.

“Hmm, bend over and lift your skirt!” Wyatt demanded. “We need to make sure you followed our instructions.” Molly turned around and complied.

“Mmm, good girl.” he acknowledged.

“Very good…” Jess agreed.

It took a while to get to Seattle; traffic was always terrible these days. The three friends and lovers made it a fun trip though. Talking and bantering the whole way. Jess sat up front since she got car sick easily. Wyatt sat behind Molly. Occasionally one of them would mess with her a little bit. Jess would slide her hand up Molly’s thigh and brush her over her panties lightly. Wyatt would reach around and lightly tease her nipples through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. By the time they got to the aquarium Molly was more than a little turned on. Her nipples were hard nubs, poking through her shirt. Her thin, barely-there panties were soaked. She was certain if she sat anywhere she’d leave an embarrassing wet mark. The thought only turned her on more.

Jess and Wyatt got out and acted like nothing had happened once they parked. The three of them walked down the street hand in hand. It was nice living in such a liberal city; they didn’t get too many odd looks. The ones they did get they ignored. They were long past used to it. They got to the building, paid for their tickets and went inside. Molly loved the aquarium.

Before they had gone too far though Wyatt produced a little cloth package and handed it to Jess with a wink. “Lets go to the bathroom,” she suggested to me. Molly’s stomach clenched with anticipation. Jess hated public restrooms and would never choose to use one. Something was up. However, always the obedient sub to these two, she followed swallowing her questions. They got inside the bathroom and Jess pulled her in for a kiss and then handed Molly the package.

“Go put these in,” she said casually with a fierce twinkle in her eye. Molly whimpered a little. This xslot only made Jess grin.

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good Girl”

Molly went into the largest stall and opened her bundle. Inside was her largest butt plug, her app controlled vibrator and a small tube of lube. She sucked in air. Fuck! She knew something was up when Jess suggested something like this. They had tricked her! As she stood there looking at her bundle her cunt spasmed and she felt more wetness flood her channel. Fuck.

Obediently she took down her panties and hiked up her skirt. She hardly needed any lube for the vibe. It slid into her sopping pussy like it belonged. The plug was another matter. Putting them in was always a challenge by herself. She put one foot up on the seat of the toilet and squeezed some lube into her hand. She used two fingers to take some and smear her puckered little ass hole with the lube and then the rest went on the toy. She then had to reach around and blindly find her hole. It took some pressure and a few muttered cuss words but finally it went in. She heard Jess chuckle darkly outside if her stall as she struggled. “You doing okay in there?” she asked innocently. Molly ignored her jibe and put the lube back in the cloth bag, pulled her panties back on and stepped out of the stall. She went towards the sink to wash her hands, purposely ignoring her Mistress.

“Stop. Come here.” Molly went to her Mistress obediently.

“Yes Mistress?” Molly asked

“Turn around, spread your legs wide and bend over. That’s it, touch the floor.” Jess reached forward and caressed her ass. Then she gripped the lacy fabric and pulled it aside. “Mmmm, good girl Kitten. Wyatt will be very pleased. Now go wash, bathrooms are filthy!” She gave Molly a swat on the butt as she said this. They both headed for the sink and washed their hands.

They stepped outside and Wyatt raised an eyebrow in question at Jess. She nodded and smirked. He then pulled another package from his pocket. “Now put these one. No, not in there,” he said as Molly headed for the bathroom. Over in this corner. We’ll stand in front of you.” Molly blushed furiously but walked towards the corner. She turned and faced them and opened the smaller package. It was her nipple rings. Oh hell. Those things hurt! And with her thin t-shirt her nipples would be on constant display. She hesitated and looked at both of them. Wyatt simply said “Now.” That was all it took. She raised her shirt. “Jess, why don’t you help her with this. Play with it a bit and then stretch the nipple so she can get the ring in place. First the left.”

Molly moaned as Jess took her nipple in her thin fingers. Jess took her time, rolling and pinching it and then pulled slowly, distending it. Molly moaned and placed the ring right at the base of the nipple. It pinched hard and then suddenly Jess let go. Molly’s breast dropped, nipple bouncing, the little weight on the ring moving around and causing exquisite agony. Then they repeated the performance on the right nipple. There in the lobby, it felt like this process took hours. Molly broke into a sweat worrying about being caught. Luckily it was a slow day and the employees were over by their desk and no one else was anywhere close. Before she could put her shirt down Wyatt used his camera and took a picture of her standing there ring clad breasts exposed with fish in the background.

“Mmm, good girl. C’mon you two lets go see some fishes!”

As they started walking away, Molly trailing close behind, her vibrator suddenly turned on and went nuts. She looked ahead and they both had their phones out. Fuck! Who was doing it? She couldn’t tell. It kept changing so quickly, it felt like they were fighting over her pussy! She had dropped further behind as the sensations kept changing.

Wyatt noticed and with xslot Giriş feigned innocence asked “Why, what’s the matter Kitten? Are you having trouble walking? Well, make sure you’re quiet about whatever is troubling you. I’d hate to have to punish you for being too noisy. You might scare the fish!” With that he turned and walked away.

Molly did her best to endure her torment in silence. Eventually it seemed to settle into a long slow wave that tormented her and kept her right on edge.

Jess and Wyatt stopped at an exhibit. Molly edged up to them and whispered, “Please can I cum?”

Jess turned to her with a cruel smile, “Oh no Kitten, didn’t we tell you? You will not be allowed to cum today. No matter what. At least not until we get home tonight and tie you up for a good fuck. Then you might, if you’re a good girl. Now,” she said turning back to the exhibit like nothing happened, “isn’t that one pretty? Lets get some pictures.” She and Wyatt pulled out their cameras and snapped a few.

Wyatt rested his camera on its strap and walked away, Jess followed. They both had their phones out. Suddenly the sensations in Molly’s wet snatch changed. At once more urgent and more illusive. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. That was how it went all day. They’d stop take photos and then moved to the next exhibit. Molly was only able to pay half attention as the sensations pushed her further and further towards orgasm but with no hope of release.

They walked slowly and took their time at every exhibit. The fish were actually quite beautiful and interesting. She just wished she wasn’t so distracted! Actually no, she took that back, she lived for this. At each exhibit Wyatt and Jess took photos and took turns tormenting her. Light touches to her nipples. Nails whispering up her thigh. Caressing and grabbing her bottom. They included her in the photos and discussions about the exhibits but even that inclusion carried a tone of challenge and mockery. They were really pushing her today as she struggled with her rising sexual frustration.

They made it down to the shark exhibit. It was cavelike and only dimly lit down there. The air around Wyatt and Jess changed. They turned and grinned at Molly, looking more sharklike then they had a right too. “Come here,” Wyatt demanded. Molly moved to stand in front of him, between him and the shark tank. “Lift your shirt. Mmmm, good. Look how pink and swollen her nipples have gotten. Doesn’t she look divine?” He raised his camera and took a picture just as Jess turned up the intensity on the vibrator. Molly’s eyes widened just as he snapped the picture. Jess tucked her phone into her back pocket. She walked over to her and started gently rubbing the tips of Molly’s nipples. Wyatt snapped another picture. The vibrator in Molly’s cunt was driving her towards orgasm. Jess’s gentle touch stimulating her even more.

“Pleeeease, can I cum?!” she whispered desperately.

Jess suddenly pinched her nipple hard and twisted, “No, slut! And don’t ask again!” She let go abruptly and slapped Molly’s breast hard. Molly whimpered but said nothing else. Wyatt pulled out his phone and the sensations changed again. Jess had gone back to playing with Molly’s nipples.

“I bet they have hidden cameras down here, don’t you think Jess?”

“Oh yes, I imagine they’ll enjoy the show when they review the tapes later… watching our little slut get played with down here. Let’s give them a good show!”

“Mmhmmm, yes, I think we should. Alright bitch,” he said turning to Molly and firing up the intensity on her vibe until she almost shrieked. “Turn around, stick your ass out, and put your hands on the glass. Whatever happens, just watch the sharks, Kitten.”

“Yes Sir,” Molly panted. She was desperately trying not to cum.

Jess went and xslot Güncel Giriş stood where she could keep an eye on the entrances to the room and took out her phone. She started playing with the vibrator again. She looked over and watched her friend and lover shake with the effort to keep from going over the edge and chuckled darkly to herself. Then she took a little pity on her lover and turned it down, at least on the clit. The g-spot however, increased in intensity . Molly moaned. Jess watched Wyatt walk closer and flip up Molly’s skirt exposing her milky ass. Molly flinched but didn’t protest.

Wyatt started rubbing her ass and massaging it. He rubbed and caressed until Molly started to relax. Then… “Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!” Four hard thwacks, two on each cheek. Molly bit back a cry, too afraid of drawing someone towards her predicament to let it out. Her cheeks had a couple light pink blotches on them. “Oh god, I love your ass!” Wyatt exclaimed, each word accompanied by a hard ‘Smack!’ It’s. So. Perfect. For. Spanking. And. For. Fucking!”

He put his hand over her plug and pushed on it, increasing the pressure. He leaned in and whispered fiercely, “Tonight we’re going to tie you up, arms behind your back. Jess is going to take you by your hair and shove your pretty little face into her pussy and make you eat it until she screams. And me? I’m going to be behind you, fucking your tight little ass with my big, fat, cock. I’m going to shoot my load up your ass and fill you up. Then, I’m going to shove this plug back in your ass,” punctuating his statement with a sharp shove on the plug “and it’s going to stay there all night. If you’ve been a good girl, we might turn that vibe up high enough to let you get off. If you’re good. If you’re not, well, it might just stay there. Buzzing. All night.” Molly let out a pitiful whimper as he gave her a final “Smack!”, let her go and walked away. He traded places with Jess.

Jess walked up behind her friend. Could hear her panting. Touched her ass and examined it. It was a nice rosy color now from Wyatt’s ministrations. She gently stroked it making Molly twitch. She heard the vibe hitch up in intensity and smiled at Molly’s sharp intake of breath. “Stand up, but keep watching the sharks.” When Molly stood up she went up to her pressing herself against the taller woman’s back. Jess reached around and slid her hands up Molly’s’ torso. Smiling as goosebumps formed on Molly’s skin as she shivered from the light contact. Jess reached up and found her Kitten’s nipples. She again started stroking them lightly. Using tiny little circles and a feather-light touch. Molly’s breathing got ragged as she fought to control her orgasm. Suddenly Jess grabbed as much of Molly’s’ breasts as she could in each hand and squeezed as hard as she could, over the nipple rings. Jess was extremely petite but very strong and Molly had to bite her lip to stay quiet. She scrunched her eyes shut as the pain tore through her nipples. Jess let go and immediately continued the assault on Molly’s nipples. She grabbed each one between a thumb and forefinger. She rolled, twisted and pulled, trying to make her sub break her silence and scream. Something to punish her for later.

Molly bit down her cries and sucked in air instead. Tears came to her eyes as Mistress continued her assault and the vibrator danced madly against her clit and g-spot. It was torture. It was wonderful. Molly determined to be a good girl. She wouldn’t cry out. She wouldn’t cum. She wouldn’t pull away. Wouldn’t. Fuck. Fuck! Oh god! It hurt! It felt so good. She needed to cum! A grunt escaped her lips but that was it.

Suddenly Jess released her nipples. That was almost worse. The rings still bit in cruelly. “Hahaha, good girl indeed.” She patted Molly’s breasts. “Put yourself together. We have the rest of the aquarium to see.”

Molly put her clothes back on properly and they walked away. “Did you enjoy the sharks, love?” Wyatt asked casually as they left the exhibit. Molly realized she didn’t remember seeing any sharks in the tank. Weird…

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I am a single woman of 26, but I am in a live-in relationship with a great guy. We have been together for over a year, and things are good. We share a nice apartment in a good suburban neighborhood. Someday we may be husband and wife, but we are not rushing it.

His name is Brad, mine is Susan. We enjoy each others company, and we usually spend evenings watching TV or on the internet. We are both open minded and free about sex, which is one of the main reasons we get along so well.

When cable TV gets really boring, we jump on the internet and surf for some interesting porn. If it is really hot, we wind up in bed early, acting it out. Just good, clean fun! I can’t help but notice that in almost every case, the porno scenes end with anal sex. They may begin with oral, and then switch to vaginal, but the big final scene is frequently anal.

Since the porn business is so successful, they obviously know their market, and the demographics of their customer base. It occurs to me that there is a lot of interest in heterosexual anal sex, and I bet it goes beyond just watching it in a video. If other people are like us, they are acting out what turned them on in the video.

I am a virgin that way, but I have to admit that it turns me on, too. I also noticed that Brad is glued to the screen during these scenes. One evening I decided we should talk about it.

I said, “My God, look at the size of that guy’s tool! Do you think he will be able to get all of it up her ass?” Brad mumbled something like “Yeah, sure”, but the expression on his face was amazement.

We watched in silence as he did indeed get it all the way up her ass. I was fondling and stroking Brad’s rock-hard cock through his jeans, and Brad was rubbing my pussy through mine. When the video ended, we went into the bedroom and undressed.

We got into bed together, and continued with foreplay. We couldn’t hold back, and Brad was on top of me with his cock in my vagina. He fucked me good for a few minutes, and then stopped with his cock all the way in. He said, “Why don’t you turn over, and we can try it?” I was all for it, and I rolled over onto my stomach. Brad positioned himself, and I felt the tip of his cock touch my asshole.

He began to push, and the tip went in, and I freaked out. I crawled away from him, and I said, “No way. I can’t do it!” Brad was very disappointed, and I was, too. We held each other for a while, and then I went down and took his cock in my mouth. I expertly made him come, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

For several days we did not bring it up, but sooner or later we had to discuss it. We finally talked about it in the evening while we sat together on the couch. I said, “I am so sorry. I wanted to, but I panicked.” Brad said that he understood, but then said, “I wish you would try again.”

It was an odd situation, because I was aroused whenever I thought about it, but when we did try it again that night, the result was the same. I struggled, and I crawled away from him. We lay side-by-side on the bed, naked and silent.

This Starzbet time, Brad was a little angry. He said, “I think you are just teasing me! You know it will work. You have seen countless women do it in videos. Sure, they are being paid, but they are not great actresses. Look at the expression on their faces. They enjoy it!”

I was close to tears, and I promised him we would find a way. I finally said, “Maybe you should tie me down, so I can’t get away. Just do it, and get it over with, no matter how hard I object!”

After a few minutes of silence, Brad said, “Do you really mean that?” I answered, “I guess so. We both want to do it, and if I can’t get away, it will happen.”

“Yes”, he said, “But what if you really beg me to stop?”

“Just ignore me”, I replied, “and fuck me until you come!” I was quivering with anticipation just imagining what it would be like.

I have to admit now that I am turned on by the idea of being tied up, and being completely submissive. I should have told Brad that a long time ago, but I was afraid that he would think I was weird.

“I have some clothesline in my toolbox in the trunk of my car,” Brad said. “Can we use that?” I felt myself getting hot as I realized it was really going to happen.

“Sure,” I said, “As long as it’s clean.”

Brad got dressed and went down to the garage, and he was back in a flash. He stripped his clothes off, and stood by the side of the bed. “Lay face down, and spread your legs.” I did as he asked, and he carefully tied each ankle to the bedposts. He said, “Reach up to the head of the bed with both hands”. He gently tied each wrist to the bedposts.

He was not rough about it, and I was not uncomfortable, but I couldn’t move very far. I was spread-eagled and totally exposed. He got on the bed, between my wide-open legs, and began to play with my pussy. I was so aroused by then that I was gushing and dripping wet. He touched my asshole, and started to push his finger in. His finger was slippery with my lubrication, and it slid in easily.

It may be hard to believe, but at the age of 26 I had never had anything up my ass. His finger felt good and uncomfortable at the same time. He kept pushing it in, deeper and deeper, wiggling it as it went in to help find the way. When it was finally in all the way, he just held it there without moving for a minute or two. Then he began to slide it in and out, finger-fucking me.

Brad pulled his finger out of me, and said, “It’s time for the real thing!”

He moved into position, and I couldn’t see him, but I could visualize his stiff cock swaying back and forth. He isn’t hung like some of the porn stars are, but it is longer than average, eight inches or more. The anticipation was killing me, and I finally felt the tip touch my asshole.

He started to push, and my natural lubrication helped. The head went in, and I felt a spasm that subsided quickly. My reaction was to get away from him just like before, but I was helpless. The feeling of helplessness added to my arousal, and I didn’t Starzbet Giriş even ask him to stop.

He slowly and carefully pushed it into me, just a little at a time. Even his finger had felt big in me, so you can imagine how his cock felt. But any discomfort was cancelled out by my intense desire to have it in me.

I have read descriptions of anal sex where they say the guy’s cock slides in an inch at a time. I don’t know if it was because I was so small, or that Brad was so considerate, but he pushed it in much slower, just a fraction of an inch at a time.

With each gentle push, I felt the tip go further up in my stomach. I lay still, with my eyes closed, completely helpless. I was amazed by how far it went in to me. I kept expecting him to run into an obstacle, where it just wouldn’t go any further. That didn’t happen.

I tried to be quiet, but with each little shove, I exhaled with a muffled grunt. The silence of the room was broken by me, going “Uhh.” “Uhh.” “Uhh,” as he stretched and filled me. I think that turned Brad on even more, if that was possible.

Although I couldn’t see him, he seemed to be working with the concentration of a heart surgeon. He was gradually impaling me with his stiff cock. I did not know until now that he wanted to put it up my ass. If he had said something, we could have done this a long time ago.

It must have been about halfway in, about as far as his finger went, when he asked if I was OK. I answered, “Yes, but I think that is far enough.”

It wasn’t far enough for him, and he started to ease it in again. He sort of wiggled it like he did with his finger, to help find the way, and it slid in little by little.

I lifted my hips up off the bed as far as I could, to make the angle better for him. I think he was pleasantly surprised that I was cooperating now, instead of trying to escape.

It felt like Brad’s cock was in up to my belly button, and I was taking deep breaths. At last, with one more push, I felt his pubic bone press up against my tailbone, and his balls pressed against my wet pussy. It was all the way in.

So the bondage had worked like magic. Once I knew I couldn’t get away, I just submitted. Brad’s cock had gone all the way into me, and I could feel the smooth, pink head, way up in my stomach. It was not like being fucked in the cunt. The feeling of penetration was so much more intense in my ass.

We had talked about our likes and dislikes when we watched the porn videos, and I had told him I didn’t like the fast and furious bang-bang action some of the guys used. He obviously remembered that, and he fucked me with slow, steady strokes. He didn’t pull all the way out, just two or three inches, and then back in.

In and out, in and out, in and out, with a gentle, steady rhythm, just like clockwork. The clear fluid that comes out of a guy’s cock when he is really turned on must have been oozing out of him. This extra lubrication allowed him to lengthen his strokes. I was in another world, in a dreamlike state.

His stamina Starzbet Güncel Giriş has always been good, and he just kept giving it to me, in and out, in and out, like a machine. The room was quiet, except for our breathing and the squeaking of the bed. My hands were tied, but he reached down with both hands and spread my butt cheeks so his cock would go in just a little further.

I was amazed that he lasted this long, and I could tell he was about to come. I said, “Make sure it is all the way in when you come!” He mumbled “OK” and started to fuck me faster. All of a sudden, he slapped up against my butt cheeks, every last fraction of an inch of his cock up my ass, and started to come.

He was grunting and groaning like an animal, and I could feel his cock twitch and pulse. Spurt after spurt of cum squirted into me, and it felt wonderful. I always felt sorry for the porno actors who have to pull out to prove they really came. It is just so satisfying to have it deep inside you.

He collapsed on top of me, and we were quiet while we caught our breath. He slowly pulled his still hard cock out of me, and rolled over beside me. We stayed like that for a long time, and then he got up and untied me. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, and didn’t move until morning.

Over breakfast we agreed that it had been the most exciting sex we had ever had.

“Susan, is it OK if we do that again?”

“I don’t think we would need to tie you up, now that you have had the experience.”

I considered that, but the extra arousal I felt by being dominated and submissive had made it even better. I could tell that my asshole had been permanently stretched by his cock. But even though I would not need to be tied down, I wanted to be.

I moved over and stood next to him as he sat in the kitchen chair. I reached down and took his cock out of his underwear, and started to stroke it. I said, “If I tried to take anything else this size up my ass, like a vibrator, or dildo, I would scream. But this is different. I want this in me.”

His cock was now stiff and hard. I said, “Watch, I will show you.” I pulled my panties down, and turned around. I lowered myself, and reached down and guided his cock up to my asshole. I just sat down, taking it all the way up my ass. I pushed it in much faster than he did, but it helped that I was still full of his cum.

I rocked back and forth, enjoying the feeling. Brad reached around and rubbed my clit. I did not have an orgasm the previous night, but I did now, shuddering and grunting.

I said, “Brad, you can fuck me up the ass whenever you want to. Morning, noon, or night. Or all three.”

I guess I had always had an unconscious desire to take it in the ass, but it took some good porno movies to bring it out. Live and learn.

I stood up, pulling his long cock out of me. I fondled his balls, and I asked, “Is there any more cum in there for me?”

We went to the bedroom, and this time there was no need for ropes. I eagerly spread-eagled myself face down, and reached back to spread my ass to welcome him.

His cock slid up my asshole as easlily as if it were my vagina, all the way in. It was amazing how quickly I had gotten used to it.

Brad fucked me for a long time with his slow, deliberate strokes. He finally emptied himself into me, and we slept until noon.

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Late Again… Ch. 02

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*You might want to read ‘Late again…’ for a bit of background.*

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The next day, I arrive at work at 9.00 wearing stockings and a much fancier set of underwear, with the requested story tucked away in my bag. I wait outside the office building until 9.02, hoping that this will be just late enough to draw your attention, and then stroll in, trying to look casual, walking straight past the open door of your office. As I sit down to begin my work, I hear your voice beside me: “Come and see me in my office at 10.00. And bring last night’s assignment.” I smile at you over my shoulder, but you are already walking away. I spend the next fifty minutes attempting to concentrate, but distracted by anticipating an enjoyable repeat of yesterday’s punishment.

At 10.01, I knock on the door of your office, carrying my typed story with me. You command me to enter, then tell me to lock the door. I stand before you in the centre of your office. You do not stand up as you begin, “I see you were late again this morning. But, I also saw you on the CCTV camera, waiting outside. So not only were you late, but it was obviously a deliberate attempt to try to manipulate the situation. Which means that a more serious punishment will be needed.” I begin to grow wetter as I anticipate what this might be. “Do you have any plans for this evening?” I shake my head. “We will go out for dinner after work and then you will come back to mine for the evening so that I can administer your punishment. At lunchtime, go out and buy anything you need so that you can sleep at mine. Leave your story on my desk.” I smile slightly, thinking that a meal with you doesn’t sound like a very harsh punishment, and you order me to return to my desk.

I am distracted all day, but manage to get an adequate amount of work done. At the end of the day, I linger outside your office, unsure of whether to knock or just to wait for you. My phone vibrates and I see a message from you: ‘Inside my office. Now.’ I enter and lock the door behind me. “Lift up your skirt,” you order, without any preamble. I pull up the hem slightly, but am urged on by your hard stare and soon my skirt is bunched around my waist. I blush in humiliation, partly at the way that I am exposed to you but also partly by the realisation that I am willingly allowing you to command me in this way. “At least you remembered the stockings. Pull your skirt back down and let’s go and have dinner,” you say.

You have booked a table at a nice restaurant, close to your house. Throughout the meal, you ask me questions about my sexual experiences and fantasies, ensuring that by the end, I am thoroughly aroused and my knickers are wet. Your hand frequently rests on my leg, occasionally creeping higher to stroke the sensitive part of my thighs that are exposed by my stockings.

Arriving at your house, you open the door and usher me in before closing the door. Then you immediately push me against the wall and your mouth pushes against mine, your tongue forcing its way into my mouth. Your hands roam over my body, groping me through my clothes.

You lead me into the bedroom and position me in the middle of the room, while you move over to an armchair and sit down. “Strip. Slowly,” you command. You watch me intensely. When I am naked, you open a drawer and pull out a blindfold, which you fasten around my head. Without the use of my sight, I feel even more vulnerable and exposed.

I feel you attaching soft cuffs around each ankle and wrist and a collar around my neck. In between each accessory, your hands roam over my body freely. Then I feel a slight tug at the collar and realise that it has a leash attached. You use the leash to pull me over towards the bed before pushing me back onto it and arranging me so that my arse is raised by a pillow before attaching my wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. Knowing that I may be there for some time, you leave a little bit more slack that you usually would, but I am still completed exposed to you, vulnerable and helpless. My mind is racing as I try to anticipate what you have planned for me. I feel you kneel on the bed beside me and hear a lid being opened. Moments later, I gasp as I feel something cold pressing against my arse. “Relax,” you order, and I do my best to obey you as you push the cold metal plug into my arse. I wince slightly as it reaches the widest point and you pause, allowing me a bit of time to adjust before you push it fully in. The plug is not too large, but enough to remind me of its presence, and I wonder how its size compares to your cock, unsure of whether you are using the plug to prepare my arse for later use and uncertain of whether I want to feel your cock stretching my arse or not.

Then you push something into my pussy and I feel you pulling my pussy lips apart, stretching them around the object, which I work out must be a labia spreader. You position yourself between my legs, which are stretched apart xslot by the restraints and I moan as I feel your tongue running gently over my clit. It feels more sensitive than normal because of the way that my lips are pulled apart and the additional sensations from the plug in my arse and the base of the spreader in my pussy. So I am worried when I hear you tell me that I am forbidden to cum until you give me permission. You threaten that if I cum before then, you will make sure that my nipples are swollen and erect before attaching clothes pegs to them. “In fact,” you continue, “I think I’ll make sure that they are swelling up while I go down on you, so they’re ready in case I need to punish you…” I realise that this means that you are unlikely to be generous with your permission and then feel your weight shifting on the bed before you place something over my nipple. As your hand moves away, I feel it sucking my nipple firmly upwards, exerting a constant pressure and a slight sting. You place another suction cup over my other nipple before returning your attention to my clit.

I am now being stimulated on my nipples and clit and in my arse and pussy and I know that it won’t be long before I approach orgasm. Your tongue dances over my clit, beginning gently and then increasing its pressure. I remember your threat of punishment, wondering how swollen my nipples are becoming, how sensitive they will be and how much the pegs might hurt. But these fears seem to arouse me further and I can feel my orgasm building. “Sir, please may I cum soon?” I ask.

You lift your head to reply, “No. And if you ask me again, I’ll stop what I’m doing.” As my orgasm builds again and my breathing becomes ragged, I realise the depth of my conflict – do I risk having an orgasm and the ensuing punishment or do I ask again, thereby stopping the main stimulation and preventing what might be my only chance of an orgasm this evening? While I am carrying out this internal debate, my orgasm suddenly takes over, crashing over me in powerful waves of pleasure. I cry out as the sensations overwhelm me, pushing all thoughts from my mind. You continue to apply gentle pressure to my clit until you feel the muscular pulsations subside.

You pinch my nipples through the suction cup and I become aware of how swollen they must be, having enlarged to fill the available space. Then you release the suction and pull off one of the cups. You run your finger lightly over my nipple and I realise how sensitive it is to even this light touch. I whimper when you pinch the nipple between your fingers and then cry out in pain as you place the clothes peg around it and slowly release the ends. I can hear the concern in your voice as you ask me, “Green or amber?”

“Green, Sir,” I reply, feeling the pain send jolts of pleasure towards my pussy.

“Good girl,” you tell me as you repeat the process on my other nipple. “Still green?” I nod in reply. I feel you fiddling with each peg in turn and then cry out as my nipples are pulled away from my body. I then find that the tug on my swollen nipples remains constant and quickly becomes painful. Since I cannot see, you describe my predicament for me, telling me about the cord that is attached to each peg and hung from a hook on the ceiling. I arch my back to try to relieve the pressure but find myself unable to hold this uncomfortable posture for too long and soon have to lower myself towards the bed, increasing the tug back to painful levels. I feel a vibrator being pressed against my clit, which is still overly sensitive from my recent orgasm. You then further increase my predicament by telling me that if either of the pegs comes off my nipples then you will move them to my labia in addition to adding some additional pegs on my labia. I cannot imagine how painful this might be, but also cannot imagine how the pegs could possibly release their firm grip on my nipples. My mind is soon jolted from these thoughts by the intense vibrations on my clit. I begin to wonder if I have got myself in over my head and whether I can endure this punishment, which is much harsher than the gentle spanking that I was hoping to earn by my deliberate lateness. I am now squirming as much as I can within my restraints, trying to back away from the vibrator as well as arch my back to relieve the pressure on my nipples. “Your nipples are a wonderful shade of red,” you tell me, “and your breasts look delightfully stretched.” This description helps to reassure me that you are keeping an eye on the state of my nipples, checking on them to ensure that you are not inflicting any lasting damage.

As I continue to wriggle, I feel one of the pegs slipping towards the tip of my nipple. I arch my back higher, but you add yet another element of torture by running your fingers over a ticklish spot on my side. As I move sideways to try to escape your hand, the peg pops off, scraping my nipple as it moves. My squeal is a mixture xslot Giriş of pain and fear of what might be to come. You remove the remaining peg from my nipple and I moan as blood begins to rush back into it. You pinch my nipples and roll them between your finger and thumbs, cruelly increasing the pain. Then I feel you tracing the peg down my stomach and over my clit, building up my anticipation and fear. Positioning it over one of my labia, you take your time releasing it, allowing the pressure to build slowly. I am surprised to find that, although it is definitely causing some pain, it isn’t as intense as I had feared. With the second peg, you place it over the other lip and then release it quickly, creating a much sharper, more sudden pain than the first.

“Green?” you whisper and I nod in reply, surprised at how bearable I am finding this pain, in fact even having to admit to myself that I am enjoying it somewhat. You remove the blindfold from my eyes, wanting to see my reactions as you continue, and allow a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the light. “Now, where shall I put the rest of these pegs? Your rib cage? The sides of your breasts? Maybe. Nipples? No, they’ve been there. Where else? More on your labia? Toes? Ear lobes? Tongue? Or nostrils?” You see my eyes widen at each new suggestion as you slowly list them, and you can hear each sudden intake of breath that shows my fear. “I’ll let you choose…”

My mind whirls with all of these suggestions as I try to imagine what each might feel like, and I opt to stick with the familiar. “More on my labia, please Sir,” I whisper. You pull the labia spreader out of me, causing the existing pegs to shift around. I wince at each sharp pain as you add a further three pegs to each of my labia.

“Now,” you tell me, “since you were so desperate to cum earlier, you’re going to make yourself cum again before I will remove the pegs. And if any come off, I’ll add two to a different part of your body, of my choosing this time.” My hand reaches slightly reluctantly between my legs, parting the pegs to gain access to my clit. I am distracted by being able to see you kneeling between my legs and staring intently at my exposed pussy and I clumsily knock off one of the pegs that you had deliberately attached close to the edge of my lip. You retrieve the fallen peg and pick up an additional one. I watch your hand closely as you run the end of the peg over my body, pausing at significant points before pulling up a fold of skin over my rib cage. My eyes widen in fear as you release the peg and I feel it pinching me. To keep things symmetrical, you attach the other peg to the same spot on the other side of my rib cage. These new pegs are definitely uncomfortable and I begin to regret my earlier orgasm and my lateness this morning.

Then you remind me of my task. Luckily, the sensitivity from my earlier orgasm has begun to subside. As I rub my clit, you generously help me along towards my orgasm by leaning over to suck on one nipple and then the other, swirling your tongue around it, sucking it into your mouth and occasionally grazing it with your teeth. Without me noticing, you roll a condom over your cock. Then you shift and with one swift movement, you sink your hard cock into my soaking wet pussy. This knocks another peg and I wonder whether that one counts, since it wasn’t me who knocked it off, but I do not dare to question you as you pick up an additional peg and attach a peg to each of my ear lobes.

I discover that the actual sensation is not as bad as I had feared, although still uncomfortable. Each time your cock thrusts into me, the remaining pegs shift and tug at my labia and your balls slap against my arse. I can feel your cock rubbing against the plug in my arse. My body is alive with the mixed sensations of pain and pleasure. This combination of stimuli enables me to eventually reach an orgasm, thankfully without knocking off any further pegs.

You carefully remove each peg in turn. Looking down, I can see the redness that is left behind on my sensitive skin, before you reach around my head to gently replace the blindfold, plunging me back into darkness. “You’ve had two orgasms now,” you tell me, “so I think we’d better cool you off a bit so that you can concentrate for long enough to make me cum. I’ll be back in a moment – don’t go anywhere,” you chuckle. You leave the room, but soon return, standing in the doorway for a moment to admire the sight of me, restrained and flushed, totally exposed to your every whim.

Despite straining for sounds that might indicate your return, I do not know that you have returned until I feel something extremely cold being pressed against my nipple. I gasp in shock. The cold feeling trails around my nipple in increasing circles before dipping down to my stomach briefly and then back up to the other nipple. As you continue to rub it over my warm skin, the ice cube begins to melt xslot Güncel Giriş and I shiver as the cold water drips down my sides. You keep the ice cube pressed hard against my nipple and the cold turns into a slight sting, eliciting further whimpers. My nipples are hard and erect and still slightly enlarged from the earlier suction cups.

Trailing down my stomach again, the cube reaches my clit and I gasp loudly as it begins to melt rapidly on this warmer part of my body. I feel another ice cube pressing against my pussy as you melt the edges enough to be able to push it gently inside me. The coldness has the desired effect of taking the edge off my arousal but keeping me fully aware that my body is yours to torment as you wish. As the cube inside me melts, I am embarrassed to feel the water, now warmed, dripping out of me onto the bed. You pick up a cold, wet flannel and use this as an opportunity to clean me up slightly, knowing that I will soon re-lubricate myself. I moan softly as you rub my clit with the flannel, still sensitive after my last orgasm despite the slight numbing from the ice.

“Maybe we’d better warm you up again…” you whisper devilishly, “but that will be easier in a different position…”. I feel you unclipping my ankles and wrists from the bed, and you allow me a few moments to wiggle and stretch my slightly stiff limbs. Then you order me to lie on my front, adding an additional pillow beneath my stomach to keep me supported while I am on my hands and knees. Pushing my head down gently, you fasten the wrist cuffs to a hook on my collar, forcing me to keep my head down, which pushes my arse up higher. You pull my legs apart and attach a spreader bar between my ankles, leaving me vulnerable and open to you once more.

Your hands caress my arse cheeks, occasionally playing with the plug that is still inside my arse, pushing it deeper then pulling it out slightly and adding a little more lube before thrusting it back in. You begin spanking me fairly gently, causing my cheeks to become warmer, before you begin hitting my arse gradually harder and harder until I am moaning and yelping with each swat. My arse feels as if it is on fire by the time you finally stop.

Kneeling behind me and quickly putting on a condom, you hold my hips firmly and begin to rub your hard cock against my labia. I try to push backwards to guide you towards my pussy, but you stop me with a very firm “No,” digging your hands into my hips until I remain still. Slowly, you edge your cock to the entrance of my pussy. I am desperate to feel you inside me again and it takes all of my self-control not to push back. “Good girl,” you say, recognising the efforts that I am making to remain still. You reward me by pushing the tip of your cock into me but then hold still again, tormenting me further. Suddenly, you push the whole of your length into me in one firm thrust and I cry out in pleasure and surprise. You fuck me roughly, your solid cock driving into me deeply. As my body is rocked forwards and back by your movements, I sense that you are taking your pleasure from me, fucking me as if I was no more than a receptacle for your cock, and I wonder briefly why I am enjoying being used in this way. But I am enjoying it, feeling the evidence of your arousal and your urgent need.

You pause before you withdraw your cock from my pussy. Then you pull the plug gently out of my arse, smiling at the sight of my slightly gaping hole. After covering your cock in lube, you press the tip of it against my arsehole, sliding it forwards slowly until you feel me opening up to allow it to enter me, unable to fight against the insistent pressure. I have leant forwards slightly, trying to escape this invasion, but am unable to go far with the pillows beneath me and your hands on my hips. “Now I want you to push back,” you tell me. “I want you to take my whole length inside you.” Lost under the spell you have woven over me, I begin to push my hips back slowly, wincing and whimpering as I feel my arse stretching to accommodate you. I continue to impale myself on your cock, urged on by your whispered compliments and my desire to please you. You patiently wait, allowing me to pause when I need to in order to adjust to the size of your cock inside me. Eventually I feel my arse cheeks reach your hips and I breath a sigh of relief at finally having reached the base of your cock.

As you begin to gently thrust in and out of my arse, one of your hands reaches underneath me to rub my clit. My arousal begins to build again and you make use of the way that this relaxes my body to begin to thrust harder and faster. Then I feel your cock tighten inside me as you reach your orgasm. Continuing to rub my clit, your other hand reaches to my nipples, gently pinching and pulling them. This is enough to tip me over the edge into another powerful orgasm, my spasms clenching around your semi-hard cock.

You withdraw your cock from me and unfasten the ankle and wrist cuffs before laying down beside me and wrapping me in your arms, gently brushing my dishevelled hair off my face. “Well done,” you say, “You endured more than I expected this evening. Do you understand why I had to punish you more harshly than you wanted?”

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It was another hot Monday at Rarry Academy. I couldn’t wait for school to end and the real summer to commence. There were three weeks left of school and exams were getting closer and closer. Perhaps I should start off by saying that I’m eighteen and a senior at one of the most prestigious private high schools in the country. I’m going to school in the fall for medicine and really needed at least a 3.5 and closer to straight A’s in my sciences. And of course, my biology teacher is evil. At least, most of my other teachers are great.

The story: I was sitting in English Lit when Mr. Scott handed back our reports from last Friday. I could hear the moans from the other students who had gotten their papers handed back before me, since my last name is closer to the end of the alphabet. As he handed me mine, I couldn’t believe my eyes, a D! As class ended, I waited for the rest of the kids to leave so I could make my way to the front and discuss this outrage. Two other students stayed in protest and I got in line behind them. I made my points clear and what I was being marked down for was not what the assignment asked for, thus, I got him to raise my grade to a C+. It wasn’t great, but better. As soon as I walked out of Mr. Scotts classroom, the bell rang. I was late for Biology.

I quickly made my way up the hall and entered the room quietly and took a seat in the back. Mr. Leon gave me a very cold stare. It seems to go perfectly with his appearance, a thin dark haired man. After he dismissed class, I began to gather my books on the floor. Before I heard anything, I could smell his cologne. While bending over picking up the last book, I glanced behind me towards the far wall and there he was, about three feet behind me.

“UuuH!” I gasped.

“I see you think it’s alright to be late to my class, miss?”

“No, sir, but I was…”

“Your excuse is not necessary, Madison. Please see me in my office as soon as school is over today.” Mr. Leon said as he turned around and walked away. He had a strange, but unique walk. I just stared wondering what was going to happen in these last few weeks I had left of school.

Sitting in European History last period, the bell rang. I gathering my belongings slowing and painfully again made my way to Mr. Leon’s office on the second floor. The door was open ajar. I wrapped gently and started to poke my head in.

“Please come in, Madison.” I opened the door and walked in. It was a typical teachers office, maybe on the little neat side. I held my books in both hands in front of me and had my backpack on both shoulders. As I walked up to his desk, he motioned for me to sit in the chair, as he continued to, what it looked like, correct papers.

After what seems like forever, he began to speak, “You’d really like to get into your first choice college, wouldn’t you, miss?”

I nodded.

“Well, we have a little problem then, young lady. This is the third time you’ve been late to my class. That knocks your grade down to a B+…”

I thought to myself, with Starzbet the C+ I was getting now from Lit class and this grade, I would fall just short of my goal that I needed. “Sir, do you really have to lower my grade for something like this? I mean my grades are…”

“Stand up and put your books down on the other chair and walk around this way,” He ordered as I did what he instructed he continued to talk, “Look at yourself: your little brown haired pony-tail, green eyes that match your uniform, sweet curves, looks like smooth legs, and nice white sneakers. Mmm, seems like if you’re going to act like a little girl, you should be treated and punished like one.”

“Excuse me?? Exactly what are you saying, Mr. Leon?” I snapped back.

“Are you being fresh, miss? Maybe you need more of a punishment than I thought.”

“Excuse me?? I’m one of the top students in this school, you can’t do anything to me for being late to your class three times.”

“Now you’re being insolent. I think I need to take you over my knee now and give you a spanking for your childish behavior, Madison.”

Hearing him say that word, I could feel myself tingle a bit. “You will do no such thing. This is absurd. I should report this to the principal.”

As I began to turn around, he spoke gently, “Perhaps, but then you defiantly won’t get even a B+ and by the time you can fix it, your top school will have already turned you down. And I’m not even going to ask you to bend over my knee, that would be wrong and improper of a teacher to his student.”

I stood there for a second, half facing away from him, thinking. I turned back around towards him and just froze. Gosh, I couldn’t let this man ruin my chances. This was so unfair. So many thoughts began to flood my mind. And through it all, I could still feel a wetness between my legs. I closed my eyes for a second and felt my legs go a little weak as I started to make my steps towards the evil man in his chair. I stood before him and I felt like such a little girl. I held my hands behind my back and look at him like I had fallen and he had won.

He sat there and his grin turned into more of smile as he watched me move closer to him. He sat with his legs slightly spread and his arms on the rests. I gave him a cold stare, but his seemed to over power mine and I bowed my head a little. I couldn’t believe what was about to happen.

“Pull your skirt up to your waist, miss. I don’t give spanking with panties on.”

“Give me a break.” I protested.

“Your choice.” I slowly grabbed the hem of my uniform skirt and pulled it up to my waist exposing my little white panties. “Better,” my teacher said as his hands reached out and each touched the back of my knees. He stroked my skin softly up my thighs to my hips.

Mr. Leon asked slowly, “Are you panties wet, miss?”

“What??” I asked.

“Answer me!” He stated.

“Noo.” I lied firmly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I said in almost a whimper.

He moved his hands around my waist Starzbet Giriş and gently grazed my covered pussy. I was a little wet at the moment and getting wetter by the second. What was happening to me? Besides the brief graze, he didn’t touch my pussy at all. He proceeded to grab each side of my panties and pulled them down slowly, bring his face even closer to my wet pussy. Once they reached the floor, I stepped out of them while still holding my skirt up. He got back in his normal sitting position and just sat there, staring at my shaved young pussy. I guess he was waiting for me to bend over his knee. So I did until my ass was in the air.

“Mmm. I knew your nice ass would look even better bare across my knee.” He placed his left hand on my upper thigh and rubbed it all over my skin and over my ass. “You’ve been a very bad girl, miss.” With that he began to spank my ass. Smack! Smack! Smack!

I couldn’t help, but let out a small moan, “Uuhhh.” Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Are you a bad girl?”

I had to think about what my answer might cost me, “Yes, Sir!” With that Mr. Leon began to spank my ass harder. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Uuuhhhh! Oh!!” I moaned after each spank. SMACK! SMACK!

“MMmm. Tell me how bad you are, Madison.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“I’m a very bad girl, Mr. Leon. Ohhh!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He continued to spank my ass over and over again. With each spank I felt my pussy begin to get wetter and wetter. Unconsciously, I found myself raising my ass to meet his hand as his smacked my ass. I tried hard to stop it, but I couldn’t completely and sure hope he didn’t notice.

“Spread your legs a little, bad girl. I want to watch that little pussy of yours as I punish you.” I listened and he began to spank my ass very hard and gently rub it in between spanks. I began to moan constantly.

“Ummm! UHHHH! UhHHHH! OOOHHH!”

“MMMMMHMMM! Your pussy is dripping down your leg. How very bad!” SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

“UHHHHHHHH! OOOOHHHH!”

He started to rub my ass and between my thighs. I could feel my juices flooding. He moved his hands even closer to my dripping pussy and I opened my legs even more. He knew exactly what he was doing to me and loved it. Finally, he brushed his finger times over my slit. I moaned loudly and pushed my ass up to his hand.

“MMMmm! My, look at you now. Very bad girl, huh? You needed to be punished, didn’t you?” He said as his hands just continued to move around my pussy all over.

“Yes, Sir. I’m a very bad girl, sir! Mmm.”

“You need to be punished more, don’t you?”

“MMMHMMM, sir, I do!” I said with my legs slightly spread with my ass in the air bend over my teachers knee.

With that his fingers run up my slit to my clit and ran it in a small circle around it very gently. I was breathing very heavy and trying to push my clit against his fingers more, but it wasn’t working well.

“What a bad girl with the wettest pussy I’ve ever seen. So naughty.” He went down Starzbet Güncel Giriş to my wet pussy and start to push a finger in and out about an inch. It all felt so good. I just kept moaning and humping his leg practically. All of a sudden, Mr. Leon rammed two fingers into my little pussy.

“OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!” He began to fuck my little dripping pussy hard bringing me to a higher and higher level. His fingers felt so thick in my pussy. He just kept pounding away feeling my body shaking on his crotch and listening to my whimpers for more.

I thought I was going to have the biggest orgasm of my life, when he removed his fingers from my wet pussy. He held his two juice-covered fingers to my face. I just starred at them.

“Lick them clean, bad girl.” And I slowly opened my mouth and let him push them in. I sucked on them a little and used my tongue to clean the rest of my juices off his fingers. He pulled them out slowly as I continued to suck them. I remained on his lap half naked while my head spun trying to digest what had just happened.

“On your knees, you bad thing. We’re not done with your punishment, miss.” He said abruptly bringing me out of my daze.

“Huh?” Was all that came out of my mouth.

“On your knees, bad girl, now!” I got off his knees and got on the floor on my knees and looked up at him. He was already undoing his pants by the time I was on the floor.

“You wanted to be fresh and rude to your teacher. I’ll teach you. Now open your mouth. Watching your sweet ass turn red, made my cock hard.” I watched as he took out his cock. It looked rock hard. Just looking at made my mouth water. I obeyed and opened my mouth. He moved to the edge of this seat and signaled for me to slide forward. With my mouth still open facing him and on my hands and knees, he slid his fat cock into my mouth. Once I got comfortable, I began to suck on his cock.

He started to moan a little. He seemed to really be enjoying it. Next, his hand moved around the back of my head and untied my ponytail. He ran his fingers all thru my long hair while I used my tongue to lick between his balls. He continued to play with my hair and rub it against his balls while I licked and sucked on his whole shaft. After a short while, I took his entire cock into my mouth and really began to suck.

“MMMMHMMM! You really like to suck cock, don’t you, Madison? Maybe I could even raise your grade some. OOHHHH!” I began to suck harder and harder. He then put his hands behind my head and started to fuck my face.

“Oh yeah! What a bad girl. I should Uhhhhhh cum all over your pretty face, but I rather you taste my cum down your throat! OOHH!” Faster and faster he rammed his cock deep inside my mouth almost making me gag. I took as much as I could.

“UUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” After a few minutes, my teacher came in my mouth. I stood up and collected myself and he just fell back in his chair with almost the same glaze look on his face that I had on mine.

“Sir, do I get an A now?”

“Come back to my office after school tomorrow and I’ll let you know. Ok? And by the way, don’t wear any panties under your skirt, miss.”

I left Mr. Leon’s office that day a little different… My lion.

See what happens to Madison the next day in Chapter 2…

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