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Chapter One

Night of Submission

“S’il vous plait, Monsieurs! Je ne suis pas homosexuel! Ne me faites pas faire ça!” pleaded the muscular young soldier being led barefoot and naked through the torchlit passage. “Je vous en supplie, ne m’utilisez pas car j’utilise les femmes du village!” How well the handsome prisoner whose bad luck it was to be captured during a recent battle knew the fate awaiting him. He had heard the rumors about Le Cercle des Lords. Then while waiting to confess his sins to a local priest behind a pile of hay in a village near their camp he had overheard a young knight sobbing while he poured out the story of his night of torture, humiliation and sexual abuse by the Lords.

* * *

Beginning with that first La Nuit de la Soumission in a dungeon in the bowels of a Burgundian castle in 1517, on the first day of the first New Moon of each calendar quarter a group of men, and in recent years women, received the same brief cryptic message, an address nothing more.

Inclusion in Le Cercle des Lords was once limited to powerful friends with common and unique sexual interests. Years, decades, centuries passed, monarchies fell, fashions changed and social classes mingled. Le Cercle des Lords changed too. Membership once exclusively male now included women, and once consisting of nobles, highly respected artists, senior clerics, intellectuals and very wealthy merchants broaden to include athletes, members of the military, musicians and entertainers. The French language title was dropped in favor of a more contemporary sounding Circle of Lords, or just The Circle. Where notice of the location of each quarterly gathering was once delivered by finely penned notes on small rolls of parchment then later on hand-delivered notes on purple edged vellum and eventually by an anonymous voice over the telephone, the announcement now arrived by text message.

There was never a need to adjust schedules. Every member knew the date and time which, like the date of the announcement of the location never changed. Except when prevented by war or plague, a Night of Submission had been held on the evening of second Full Moon of each quarter beginning at 9 p.m. since that first one in 1517. Those who could, scheduled their attendance at the beginning of each year especially since within 24-hours of responding with their intention to attend each quarter an email arrived with travel and lodging reservations paid by The Circle.

The upcoming gathering would be at 2000 Astral Drive in Los Angeles. Like all venues selected for a Night of Submission, the home was borrowed for a 7-day period from owners who had no affiliation with The Circle and no knowledge of the purpose for which it would be used. In exchange for the inconvenience of surrendering their home for a week, the owners received a very generous rental fee and week-long all-expense-paid accommodations for themselves and their children, if they had children, at the 5-Star resort or hotel of their choice anywhere in the world. The site, a very large late-20th Century southern California modern on an exceptionally large walled and gated property atop one of the highest of the Hollywood Hills offered restricted access and complete privacy. The agenda for these ultra-secret sessions is always the same, the presentation in submission of an exceptional young straight adult male for the visual and interactive enjoyment of all, and as a one-use item to be auctioned off that evening.

When Michael arrived at the gate of the home high atop Nichols Canyon, he found it guarded by two muscular young men who from their stance and positioning were not just attractive showpieces. He knew their capabilities. He was also aware four more just like them were at their assigned posts around the property and that all of these young men had in recent years served very different purposes on nights such as this.

After exchanging pleasantries a guard told Michael where to park and with a smile wished him a nice evening. “I definitely intend to do that,” Michael replied as the gate began to swing silently open. It had not yet come to a stop as his Tesla accelerated through and across a large stone-paved courtyard. I never tire of the view düzce escort of L.A. from the hills at night, he thought while taking in the breathtaking sight of endless ribbons of streetlights stretching to the horizon as he guided his car slowly along a curving drive below the home’s western-facing nearly all-glass façade and slipped his car into line in front of those already parked. Car counting told him that about twenty-five people had already arrived.

After making his way around to the front of the house, Michael nodded to the guards stationed at either side of a walkway leading to the front door. Like the two identically dressed guards at the gate, it was obvious that these young men clad in black jeans, black short sleeve, button-down collar shirts, and ankle-high black Ferragamo boots with matching belts were as capable as they were decorative. Smiling, he strode up the wide flagstone walk to the front door, stopping once to reach out and stroke one of the dozens of Bird of Paradise stalks flanking either side of the walk.

Michael stepped into the home’s spacious foyer but had not yet had time to glance around before a slender arm wrapped around his neck and warm lips pressed to his ear, “Hello sweetheart, you’re finally here,” whispered Sandra Trist, a Dominatrix and one of his closest friends. “Hi baby,” he replied, turning and kissing her on the lips. “How is it tonight?”

“You are going to like what they’ve found for us. I can’t wait for the auction,” Sandra, laughed loudly. “I said they, but maybe you were involved?”

“That nice, huh? Well then, I should make my way through and take a look. And no, I had nothing to do with the selection.”

“Come, let’s stop at the bar first,” Sandra chided softly taking Michael’s arm and guiding him across the room towards several people gathered in front of a built-in wet bar. “Remember you’re a Lord now. With all that privilege comes obligation, noblesse oblige they used to call it. You need to say hello.”

Michael understood and indicated so with a nod. He still wasn’t totally comfortable with the honor and accompanying responsibilities bestowed upon him at The Circle’s last annual convocation.

While liked and respected, Michael was surprised and a bit unsure if he was up to the task when he learned was elevated to The Circle’s leadership.

The Lords were five highly regarded individuals whose word was law but who in exchange for the honor bestowed upon them were expected to safeguard the organization and lend guidance and assistance to its members. During their tenure, each Lord held a position on The Circle’s twelve-member Finance Committee which also included seven individuals carefully chosen for their financial and ethical acumen. Collectively the Finance Committee was responsible for liaising with the banks and counselors that managed the Circle of Lords multibillion-dollar investment portfolio grown over the centuries from the fortunes of several of the organization’s founders. Little known and even then, only among the most discreet financiers, when applied the Circle of Lords’ influence on international finance was on par with that of a mid-sized hedge fund or a multinational corporation.

Although far more diversified than in 1517, the Circle of Lords still included very recognizable names, its influence derived from its huge accumulated treasure when exercised altered events, and of course the love of and homage to domination and submission at the organization’s core all required protection and must remain secret. Unknown to them those being considered for membership underwent the most exhaustive background examinations. Individuals who were passed over never learned of these investigations. Those who became members never objected. As a perk of membership, any member was able to call upon the Lords or the Finance Committee for mentoring, to arbitrate disputes between them, for personal financial guidance, or for other forms of support. It was understood that during their tenure Lords were responsible for helping members advance as much as they desired and were capable of professionally, socially and economically. Few regardless of age, edirne escort class or profession failed to benefit from their association with The Circle. Michael took these responsibilities very seriously, and they weighed heavily on him.

“One nice thing among all the other nice things about us having all that money,” Michael said leaning close whispering in Sandra’s ear and referring to The Circle’s treasure as she was handing him his drink. “Is being able to pay everyone’s expenses for attending these debauched little gatherings. It is nice to know the lack of cash doesn’t deny anyone. Cheers!” He added with a smile, raising his glass to hers. “Now let’s go. Show me what’s so special about the young man on the block tonight.”

* * *

The naked athletic twenty-four-year-old was everything Sandra had intimated. His perspiration damp flesh glistened under the overhead spots. Bent forward over the wine-colored padded leather-wrapped bondage horse bar his well-defined but not overly developed muscles trembled visibly.

The once always in charge, totally in control straight man was completely helpless. His legs were spread wide with his ankles lashed to the stainless-steel legs of the device over which he lay naked and ass up. His body was secured to the leather-covered bar by a wide leather strap wrapped around his chest which was in turn connected by a tightly stretched strap to a ring on the horse’s base. It was impossible for him to attempt to free himself because his hands were bound at the wrist high up behind his back and secured to the strap encircling his chest.

Thin streams of drool that flowed from the corners of his widely stretched and stuffed mouth joined at the underside of his chin and dripped onto the floor. Unable to push the thick leather cock-gag strapped around his head out from between his widespread lips with his saliva drenched tongue, he could only snarl and grunt while his dark blue eyes darted from one to another of the men and women who approached to touch, caress, squeeze and pinch every inch of his bound body. They all knew he was straight. That only made his desperate pleading glances for pity more delicious as they ran their hands over the bulging mounds of his shoulders and biceps, down the curve of his arched back and up over his smooth, muscular flexing ass. Women particularly enjoyed slapping his treacherous steel-hard circumcised penis now in full erection, making the once-proud young stud howl as his throbbing cock whipped from side-to-side splashing precum all over his straining thighs.

The soft murmuring of the crowd and the clinking of ice in their glasses were not enough to drown out the sound of the young man’s whimpering or his loud begging and pleas for mercy as one or another man or woman toyed with his quivering ass lips or teasingly inserted a finger knuckle deep into his never previously penetrated asshole.

Word of this particular offering had attracted an unusually high degree of interest beyond that usually drawn to the spectacle of a young heterosexual male in his prime being debased and used in the most sexually humiliating ways. The team charged with acquiring appropriate subjects for submission on these special nights had learned that even though he was recently married this particular young man took particular enjoyment in being vocal about his sexual exploits, his female conquests. More research discovered that although he lived with a woman and was as far as could be determined straight, because of his financial circumstances he would probably be agreeable to offering himself up for sexual abuse and as whore for private use if well compensated.

Chris Bowman had looked forward to this night. Despite appearances, the last thing he wanted was for that big leather cock to be removed from his mouth or for the men and sadistic women who were abusing him to stop. It took great planning for him to be able to slip away from his girlfriend for this evening. He had heard rumors about a hyper secret organization like this when he was in college, but that’s all it was then rumors. No one he ever met had ever met anyone who actually knew anything about such a group. elazığ escort Then he met two guys in a bar who started talking about kinky sex. Man, did his ears perk up. They hooked up for drinks a few nights later and again the talk came around to kinky stuff. Chris was all ears, all ears and hard dick. One of them even asked him if he had ever been fucked by a chick wearing a strap on! He told them no, but said he did jerk off watching porn and wondering what that must be like. A week later he slipped away for a few hours and met them again. That when they laid it on him, the whole gig, everything they wanted him to do for them and how much they would pay him to do it. Hell yeah, he was down for it!

Posed as he was now stripped naked, bent forward with his back arched, his muscular legs spread Chris knew his firm, dimpled ass was perfectly presented. His own mental image of how he must look combined with the sight of an attractive well-dressed fortyish brunette and a good-looking guy standing beside him as he felt fingertips massaging and probing his virgin asshole kept his cock hard as steel and dancing for his tormentors. Chris whimpered loudly and his cock belched precum when the man squatted down and while gently rubbing the sensitive little clit spot on the underside of his cock whispered into his ear, “Are you wondering if it will be a man or a woman who will buy you later and spend the night fucking that tight, sweet virgin ass of yours straight man? Hmmm? I think you hope it will be a man who gives your ass the fucking it so badly deserves.”

When Michael and Sandra entered the large dimly lit room with the panoramic view of Los Angeles laid out through its all-glass south and west-facing window walls, they were greeted by the sound of leather striking flesh blending with Chris’s pitiful groans and garbled not very manly shrieks. Sliding through the small crowd gathered in a circle to observe, Sandra squeezed Michael’s forearm whispering,” I do like this.”

As he had been all evening and would be until released to be put on display for auction, Chris was in position over the bondage horse. Three chairs had been pulled up, one to the right and one to the left side of him in front of the horse, and one behind him between his spread legs. Two women sat on the chairs in front and a man on the one in back. As the women took turns stroking Chris’s hard leaking cock and rolling, squeezing and tugging on his big egg-shaped balls, the man casually whipped Chris’s muscular young ass with a small soft leather flogger alternately lashing his right cheek and then the left while constantly rubbing and tickling Chris’s tight spasming asshole. The sights and sounds of Chris squirming around bound to that padded bondage horse as his straight cock obediently burped out precum and his asshole clutched its tormentor’s fingertip as if he was a well-trained slut were of course recorded. From the size of the puddle on the floor beneath the bent over slave’s chest Michael could tell that Chris had the potential to become exactly that.

In a different part of the house, in a different building on the property to be exact, two other young men were also experiencing a Night of Submission. Unfortunately for them, Ricky Tomes and Kevin O’Brian were enduring a night that would end quite differently than Chris Bowman’s. Ricky and Kevin had made the mistake of assaulting and seriously injuring a Circle member and while they had escaped the authorities, they had not eluded The Circle’s much more determined efforts to identify and capture them.

The two straight twenty-year-olds were in the home’s detached garage, naked, trussed up like pigs and tied down facing each other on a bench their mouths joined and stuffed by the bulbous heads of a double-headed dildo while being fucked up the ass at constantly varying speeds by very big mechanized dildos. Their cocks were locked in metal tubes which along with the small clamps attached to their nipples were wired to a device that applied a small electric shock every fifteen seconds. The boys were alone. No one heard their garbled screams. Shortly before dawn, a van would arrive and the boys would be drugged, strapped into a crate, and carted off to San Pedro for loading onto a ship. During the two-week trip to the Middle East they would receive the training necessary to make them fetch high prices at the Syrian slave market. The war, ISIS, not even Trump’s craziness has interfered with business at the market.

Coming in January 2020

Chapter Two

The Auction and Voyage

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I am under her desk.

She has tied my hands behind my back, tied my ankles together, and tied them together in a hogtie.

I wouldn’t dream of screaming for help but just to make sure she’s stuffed some worn stockings in my mouth and covered them with duct tape.

She’s pressing her sexy feet against my taped mouth.

They feel so good against my face.

She’s working on a project and that’s why she has me under the desk.

She begins to speak.

“So how are you doing down there?” she asks playfully.

“Great,” I try to respond but with the gag in my mouth it comes out “mmmppphhh.”

“I didn’t hear you, how are you doing?” she asks again.

I again try to respond but of course the gag makes it come out as “mmmmppphhh” yet again.

“Speak up!”

“Mmmmppphhhh”

“Well if you aren’t going to speak up then I won’t give you a special treat.”

“Mmmmppphhh.”

She often does this with me.

It’s part of our play.

I’m here of my own free will.

I’m here because we made a deal.

But what kind of deal would have me tied up and gagged by a beautiful woman on the floor using me as a footrest while she did her work?

Perhaps it’s best to start this story at the beginning.

I am a man with a lot of ambition but I was at a point where I had seen many career reverses.

I am someone who believes in myself but you can have all the faith, education, work ethic, intelligence, creativity, and all the other qualities that people say brings you success in the world but if you don’t have others who are believing in you, who are fighting for you, and are all alone in the world then usually those people who try and put obstacles and stumbling blocks in your way succeed no matter how much effort you put forth.

The idea that all it takes is hard work to succeed is patent bullshit.

The McDonald’s worker and the janitor work far harder than the currency speculator but the currency speculator can make more in an hour than they can in a lifetime. And then the working poor are blamed for their condition.

When I met Emily I was at a career and life low point.

I found myself isolated and stifled and I was close to losing all hope in the world. I had all the faith in myself in the world and the belief I could achieve whatever goal I put my mind to but I was still blocked unfairly through the negativity of others.

I can still remember it like it was yesterday.

I was sitting in the local coffee shop reading a book when she walked in and walked up to me.

“So what is a Benazir Bhutto?” she asked.

“She was a Pakistani political leader who fought to modernize her country and improve the status of women in her country who was assassinated before she could fulfill her potential,” I replied.

“Interesting topic for a book but not what I see people read in here. Usually they’ll be reading poetry, or something about John Lennon, or other hippie indie rock bullshit.”

“Well I’ve always read about the great men and women of history because I’ve always wanted to achieve greatness for myself and have my place in the annals of posterity but so far my life is not turning out that way.”

And so began our first conversation.

We sat and talked for an hour and then I had to go.

I figured I’d never meet her again but it wasn’t a week later when I ran into her grocery shopping.

We chatted for a bit and I got a glance of her feet in those high heels she was wearing but quickly looked away hoping she didn’t notice. Of course we soon departed each other and I went on about my business.

We had several chance meetings and over time became acquaintances and even began to develop a bit of a friendship.

It soon go to the point where Emily and I would have lunch once a week or so.

My career was still going nowhere and I complained about that constantly, and about the unfairness I had suffered, while talking about my goals. She’d roll her eyes whenever I did and preferred talking intellectual subjects with me.

Finally a day came when she called me up.

“So Adrian, what are you doing today?”

“Well not much. I figured I was going to go out to the range and practice a bit, hunting season will be starting soon and I’d like to get a 20 point this season.”

“Well, think you can spare some time for me? I think you’d have more confidence if you were dressed better so I want to take you shopping and buy you a suit. Would you be willing to put off becoming a better shot for a day for that?”

“I guess I can.”

“Great!”

She picked me up from the house and took me to the mall and we began looking at suits and other things. She bought me a new wardrobe and even took me to a pawn shop and bought me a used Bulova. She ran her own office and made a six figure income, which was very impressive for her age, and so she could afford it but I still felt a bit bad about her buying me all of this and not being able to return it.

Throughout the day try as I might to avoid it I had glanced many glances of her feet erzurum escort which were just so pretty and several times after coming out of the changing rooms when she complimented me on how good I looked it started to make a rising occur down there.

After we finished shopping she took me out to dinner at a fine restaurant and asked for a private room.

While we waited on dinner she began speaking to me.

“Adrian…”

“Yes Emily?”

“I noticed today that you were staring at my feet often and I’ve seen this from you several times.”

Good God, she had noticed.

But why was she bringing this up after spending so much money on me?

“You’ve done this even when you talk to me. Now I am used to guys constantly staring at my breasts and having to tell them to look up at my eyes but this… I mean what’s this about Adrian? Why stare at my feet? Do you just have a problem making eye contact with me or something?”

I knew I was about to lose a friend. She’d probably even take back the suit and even stick me with the bill for this meal. I decided to go ahead and tell her the truth.

And I told her everything. I told her about my foot fetish. I told her about my desire to be dominated by a woman who I could trust to guide and protect me. I told her about everything. I also told her that part of my problem had been I’m not one of these people who lack self-respect who is a doormat and I told her how this had always made me uncomfortable and tormented me and that it had been an impediment to me ever trying to form a serious romantic relationship.

I bared my soul to Emily and had never felt lower in my life.

I couldn’t tell what Emily was thinking but then she started to speak.

“Adrian, I want you to know that what you just did was very brave. Very few men would have courage like that. What you just did took far more strength then all these macho douchebags who can powerlift 700 lbs with one hand. Most of them wouldn’t have the security in their own masculinity to tell me what you just did.”

“So you’re not creeped out? You don’t think it is weird?”

“Adrian it’s as weird as can be but see I’m just like you so I understand.”

What?

Just like me?

What did she mean?

“Adrian, since I was a teenager there I’ve known that dominating a man turns me on. The problem is so many men I’ve met who are into being dominated often lack self-respect, are often doormats, and those that aren’t are usually married and pay a professional and hide it from their wives rather than having the courage to tell them and make it part of the relationship to make them stronger…” She started.

“But you Adrian, you have ambition, you have drive, you have goals, and dreams. You had the courage to tell me this but you also told me the things you won’t do. That you have limits. You are the kind of man I always wished I could have submit to me. It would turn me on to dominate you. I noticed you staring at my feet the first time we met and kept a note of each glance. I’ve found that men who have foot fetishes are often into submitting to women so I asked you that to test you. You gave me the answer I was hoping to hear so I have a proposal to make to you.”

“What is that Emily?”

“Adrian, you are such a charismatic and energetic personality but you have let life get you down and I can tell keeping this secret part of yourself hidden from the world has only made it worse and has only hurt your confidence. It’s no fun to dominate a worm. I want to dominate a force. A power. Someone who is my equal mentally, spiritually, professionally, and socially and who perhaps is even on a higher level because dominating someone greater than you is the ultimate expression of dominance and sexual power. What fun is it to dominate someone who is a lowly slave? It is much more satisfying to have power over an equal. My ideal husband since I was a little girl was a man who’d conquer the world in the day but would come home to be at my service, to be bound by me, to ache for me, to conquer the world for me, but who’d still have the self-respect that if we had kids and found out one of them wasn’t his would divorce me on the spot and not accept the abuse or disrespect.”

“Emily?” I asked, sort of bewildered by her monologue.

“Adrian, you might just be what I’m looking for. We get along as friends. Since we’ve met I’ve begun reading a little history too and I have a little experiment to try tonight. I want you to submit to me Adrian and I’m ready to make a deal with you.”

“A deal?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of deal?”

“I have the connections to help you get to where you want to go and if we were to get into a relationship and it went as far as it could go then of course we’d be a power couple with me having the ultimate power because while you were king to the outside world at home I’d be the Queen. So here is my deal. Be my little sub buddy for the next few months and we’ll have a lot of fun and while you are submitting to me I’ll help you in your career and as long eskişehir escort as you submit to me I’ll be in your corner. I can take you places you need to go and want to go, both in life and spiritually. You need my dominance Adrian. You need my guiding hand. I won’t hurt you. There may be a little pain from time to time but I want you to enjoy this too. So will you give me a try? Will you submit to me? You want to be a king in life. Will you give me a try at being your Queen?”

“Yes Emily, I’ll submit to you.”

A smile came across her face.

“Ok Adrian, be a good king and get under the table, take off my shoe, and start kissing my foot to show your submission to your Queen.”

I complied. Fortunately there was a tablecloth that flowed off the table so the wait staff couldn’t see me but I heard the door open as he brought in our food. I took off my ring, got up from under the table and sat back in my seat.

“My ring fell under the table and I had to find it,” I said, trying to provide cover for being under the table.

The waiter just shrugged it off and we began eating and talking.

“Adrian…”

“Yes Emily?”

“It’s time for you to submit to your Queen again.”

“I can’t use the ring excuse again.”

“No you don’t have to kiss my feet again. Right now. But how pretty are my feet?”

“Very pretty.”

“And they turn you on?”

“Yes.”

“Say yes my Queen for the rest of the time we are at this restaurant.”

“Yes my Queen.”

“Would you like to eat off of them, my king?”

“I would love to, my Queen.”

“Well we’ve already eaten but I have an idea.”

“What is it, my Queen?”

“You’ll see.”

The waiter came back in.

Emily told him to draw the shades to the room, as this restaurant was famous for its private rooms that had blinds and gave him a tip and told him not to bring us two bottles of champagne and not disturb us for the next 30 minutes after which she’d pay the bill and to add three of the restaurants custom cloths that they sell to customers to the bill and bring them in.

He came back with the two bottles of champagne and the cloths and left and drew the shades and put the do not disturb sign on the door. This restaurant often hosts dignitaries who conduct important business and this perk has led it to being one of the most sought after restaurants in town for the city’s elite.

We wouldn’t be disturbed for the time she said and perhaps a bit longer.

Emily then got to work.

She took off her shoe and took her stocking off of her foot.

“You have no need for words right now Adrian. Your Queen knows what’s best for you.”

With that she stuffed the stocking in my mouth. She tied it in with a restaurant cloth.

She took another cloth and tied my hands behind my back.

She then took her high heel and place it over my nose.

“Breathe in, Adrian. Breathe it in. Let it hypnotize you. You’re safe now. Let your Queen guide you.”

“Would you still like to eat off my feet? Nod if the answer is yes and shake your head if the answer is no.”

I nodded.

“Well we’ve got privacy for only a little while and if they brought in food I’d have to untie you but I have an idea.”

With that she got up and picked up one of the bottles of champagne and brought it over to me.

“Have you liked the taste of my stockings?”

I nodded.

“You think I taste good?”

I nodded.

“Do you like the taste of champagne?”

I nodded.

“Well today is your lucky day my king.”

With that she took out the cloth and took off the stocking but didn’t put it back on her foot. I assumed she was waiting on it to dry a bit though it hadn’t been in my mouth long.

“Want to know why it is your lucky day?”

“Yes, my Queen” I replied, already missing the gag a bit.

“Well first my king I want you to ask me a question.”

“What kind of question, my Queen?”

“Remember that Fergie song “Humps?”

I did and I’ve never really liked that song because I thought I was kind of stupid but I was wondering where this was going.

“Yes My Queen.”

“You remember how the chorus goes?”

“Yes my Queen?”

“I want you to ask me what I’m going to do with all that junk, the way the song says.”

“I’m confused my Queen.”

“Just do it. Of course if you don’t want to submit to me we can forget about our deal right now.”

I wasn’t about to let that happen.

This girl was hot, she was dominating me, and she had told me that she’d help me professionally as part of dominating me. This was a dream come true and I was not going to ruin it. And after all we were in a private room in one of the most exclusive restaurants in town where privacy was respected, a restaurant I never would have been able to eat at if I wasn’t her guest. And so I overcame all embarrassment and started singing.

“What you gonna do, what you gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside your trunk?” I sang, trying to hide my gaziantep escort embarrassment.

“I’ma get get get get you drunk, get you drunk, love off my humps,” she responded.

“Do I have to continue, My Queen?”

“Don’t you want to know what my humps are?”

“What are your humps, My Queen?”

“Look at my feet oh king. Look at how the arch is shaped. Isn’t it a bit hump like?”

“I guess it is. But I thought that song was talking about something else, My Queen. The whole junk in the trunk thing and all.”

“Well for the purposes of right here, right now my humps are in my feet and do you know what I’m going to do with them?”

“What my Queen?”

“I’ma get get get get you drunk, get you drunk, drunk off my humps. You said you loved my taste and you love the taste of champagne, now you get to have both at the same time.”

With that she poured champagne into her high heel and brought it up to my mouth and began tipping it in so I could start drinking. In less than five minutes I had both bottles finished.

“Ok my king, you did a good job. I’m going to untie you now and call them back in early. We’ll have a regular dessert while we wait for the champagne to kick in. Then we’ll go. The night is just getting started.”

She untied me, called the waiter back in, and we had dessert, a really wonderful French pastry.

She then paid the check and we back out to her car. The champagne was starting to kick in.

“I know I told you to call me my Queen while we were at the restaurant but I want you to keep doing so now that were done, understand Adrian?

“Yes my Queen.”

“Didn’t you ever wonder why I bought several cloths seeing as I only gagged you with one in there, oh wise king?”

“It never crossed my mind, my Queen.”

“Well, you’ll find out soon. First we’ve got to run to the pet store real quick and then I have one more errand to run.”

The hell, I thought but she was my way home and I was really feeling drunk now.

We rode out to the pet store. She told me to wait inside and came back out with a large bed and brought it to the back of her crossover. She folded down the back seats into the cargo area and put the bed down.

“Now you’ll find out why I bought multiple cloths. First I want you to lay on that bed.”

I complied.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

I complied.

I felt her start tying them again though it wasn’t with stockings but felt sticky like tape. She soon tied my legs again as well.

“You are my king, and I am your Queen, but while you submit to me you are also my pet and I take care of you but sometimes pets need to be quiet.”

With that she took out a muzzle and gagged me with it.

“And now for the finishing touches oh king Adrian.”

She took the cloth and tied it over my eyes blindfolding me. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, and couldn’t see. She really was dominating me and it was so hot. I wondered if I should be trusting her like this but I was so caught up in the pleasure of the moment.

“I had to blindfold you. I don’t want you to see the rest of your surprise. I bought the bed because I thought it would be uncomfortable to you to have your hands tied behind your back while sitting in the seat. I could have gagged you with something else but the muzzle was just a bonus my pet.”

With that she stroked my face softly with a bit of a loving touch, got in the front seat and started driving.

She ran her last errand and then we went back to her place.

She went in for a little bit and then came back out and took off the blindfold, untied me, and mercifully took off the muzzle.

She had changed. She had dressed into a costume that reminded me of how Ancient Egyptian women always look in the movies.

“Come inside my king.”

I complied.

“I want you to go in the bedroom and put on the costume I bought for you.”

I went in the bedroom and saw a toga and a wreathe and it looked like an Ancient Rome costume.

I came back in the living room.

“So my Queen, why are you dressed up like that and why did you want me to put this on?”

“Because we’re going to play a game. I’m the Queen and you’re the king I conquer. You don’t have to say my Queen after everything I say for the rest of the night unless I ask you to again.”

“Ok.”

“See in talking to you and you talking to me about history I realize some of the most powerful men throughout history have submitted to dominant woman. Like the Roman Emperor Justinian and his consort Theodora. Theodora was clearly dominant and he ruled the world but she ruled him and it worked for both of them.”

“So if we’re playing Justinian and Theodora then why are you dressed in what looks like an Egyptian outfit. Theodora wasn’t an Egyptian.”

“No she wasn’t. She also wasn’t born a Queen. She was Queen over Justinian but he made her Queen. They were equals but she owed her status to him. But Julius Caesar was the most powerful man in the world and he was submissive sexually and I think unlike his critics claim he was submissive to women. He shaved his body hair. That’s something women ask for. Cleopatra dominated him as a Queen who was born into it.”

“But Caesar wasn’t a king.”

“No but he was killed because his enemies thought he wanted to be and his name has been used by kings as the title of their office for 2,000 years and he certainly ruled like a king.”

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The room was silent, except for the ticking of the clock and the hard-soled shoes on the hard word floor. The constant tick, tick, tick, was maddening in her ears as she lay tied and blindfolded to the huge four poster bed. The silk scarf around her eyes was soft as it caressed her skin and was tied delicately off to the side so the knot would not be uncomfortable on the back of her head. Her hands were outstretched, shackled to each side of the bed by handcuffs that allowed her some movement, just enough movement to remind her that she was unable to use her hands. Her legs were pulled above her head and spread open wide, bound meticulously by soft rope to the head board. She was completely exposed; completely vulnerable.

Joe paced back and forth across the floor. His shoes clicked on the floor as he walked. Occasionally, he would stop and look at her. He had taken his time in binding her. Making sure she was both bound, yet available to do his bidding. He had chosen not to gag her. He wanted to hear her excitement at the surprise he had in store for her. He knew she was nervous, but the more he bound her, the more he could smell her sex permeate the room. His eyes raked over her once again. Her smooth womanhood so inviting, so soft. He could see it glistening, letting him know that she enjoyed the ropes and cuffs that were firmly in place. Her sweet bud on her delicious ass was exposed. He loved that ass. He wanted to take her right then and there, but he knew he couldn’t. It would spoil what he had in store for her.

The time neared. He bent close to her, whispering in her ear, “Be still and you shall please me greatly. You shall make me proud to call you my submissive. Disobey, and your punishment shall be swift and severe.”

She tensed then relaxed at his words. She knew his punishments could be harsh, but it never matched how she felt inside from the pain she derived from not pleasing him completely.

A knock came at the door. They both jumped. He turned to answer the knocking, her body became immediately rigid. The realization in her mind became immediately clear. He was having a guest or guests, and she was to be the main attraction. They had talked about this before. He had asked her how she felt about being used by another. She told him honestly that she did not know; that the thought both excited and scared her. The discussion had been brief, almost a conversation that is quickly dismissed as idle chit chat. Now, he had brought someone else inside of their world. She could feel her body becoming more and more tense as he introduced this man to her.

Her Master’s words stung in her ears as she listened to him speak. “Pet, this is Jeffrey. Jeffrey will be using you this evening as I watch. He works with me at the office and we have discussed you in detail, and he has requested to use you. Since you are my possession, I have given him permission to do so. He and I have discussed my limits concerning you. He will not hurt you in any way, of that you can be assured. Of course, a slight amount of pain is expected, and I have granted him permission to be rough, but not abusive. Other than that, you are his to use as he desires.”

His words stung her ears. He discussed her? He discussed her with coworkers? She was instantly furious at him for telling intimate details of their relationship. But, wasn’t this what she wanted? Wasn’t this the reason she wanted to be under his control? She was confused. So confused. She had wanted him to take control of her, they had discussed her limits and his. She had never once mentioned tekirdağ escort to him that talking about her to others was off limits. She didn’t know she should have; and now, here she was, completely naked, both physically and emotionally in front of a stranger.

Her mind whirled. How could he have done such a thing to her? He was treating her as a toy he could lend out at his whim. She was a person, she was……..his submissive. At that instant, the aroma of her own sex drifted to her nostrils. She was excited. She was very excited. The sensation of being used by another at her Master’s whim was more intoxicating than she had realized, more than she had been willing to admit.

She laid on the bed, waiting for his commands. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Make me proud my pet, make me proud that I own you.”

Yes, he did own her. She loved being owned. She loved being under his direction. She was just beginning to realize how much.

Her Master spoke to Jeffrey. “Jeffrey, she is ready to be used. She is bound as all proper sluts should be.”

Her body tensed. She felt, without seeing, Jeffrey’s eyes boring into her. She felt him looking at her completely exposed. Her mind was screaming out to stop this madness, but she knew she didn’t want it to stop. She knew that she wanted this, maybe even more than her Master wanted it.

Jeffrey touched her face. She was surprised. It was a tender touch, not harsh as she had anticipated. His touch was almost loving, adoring. His had slide from her cheek to her jaw, then trailed lightly down her neck. His fingertips barely touched her as they traveled down her chest. She could feel her nipples becoming increasingly aroused. Her nipples becoming taunt and hard. His fingers touched her nipples briefly as he slid them down to her stomach then between her wide spread legs. She was embarrassed as his fingers slid between her slit and became wet with her desire. He knew she was excited by his touch, he knew that at anytime he wanted to take her, she would be ready.

Jeffrey voice seemed to come out of no where. “Joe,” he said, “your slut is a more than eager whore, how well you have trained her.”

His words echoed in her head, thankful that he did not know this was her first time to be used by another, thankful that Joe hand not shared her innocence with him. Jeffrey was right though, she was ready. Her juices where dripping from inside of her and making the lips of her smooth, shaved pussy glisten. The throbbing inside of her was growing increasingly strong. She began to worry. What if she came and he had not even touched her? She would bring humiliation to her Master, and to herself. She shivered at the thought.

Her Master’s scent drifted into her nose, exciting her senses. He was laying beside her. She could feel his nearness and was not surprised when she heard his voice whisper in her ear. “My pet, I want to hear the pleasure he brings you. I want to be able to partake of your excitement by your sounds, your voice. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” She was barely able to get the words to form on her lips and escape her mouth. Her excited was growing. Increasing to an intensity that she would not soon forget. She felt, for the first time, that she was truly in sub space. That part of your mind, that lets you know who you are, and who you belong to.

Her Master moved away, his cologne becoming more subtle as he moved away; replaced quickly by Jeffrey’s strong musk scent. She could feel his tokat escort thighs on her ass that was exposed so completely. She trembled as she felt the first touch of his cock running up and down the length of her open slit. Both his hands were on her breasts, squeezing gently, lovingly caressing them. His hands slid over her nipples and caught them between his index and middle fingers. His fingers closed tightly around her nipples as be leaned forward and sucked the right bud through his fingers and then closed his fingers tighter around the nipple. He turned to the left bud and repeated his sucking, bringing her nipples to full attention. Her back involuntarily arched up to his mouth, offering her breasts to him. She could hear him chuckle seductively as he bent down and sucked more on them. Making them red and sore in his mouth. She moaned and her back arched up more.

Somewhere, to the left of her, she heard her Master’s familiar groan. The groan that escaped from deep within him when he was excited. She moaned louder. This time not from Jeffrey’s touch, but from the pleasure her Master was deriving from her and her obedience.

Jeffrey’s fingers released her nipples. She moaned as she felt the familiar sting from the blood rushing back into them. The same sting she felt when her Master released her nipple clamps. He both began to squirm under him as his fingers slid between her lips and plunged deep inside her pussy. His fingers, two of them, exploring her from the inside; searching as if for a treasure. She lifted her hips up as much as she could against the restraints when his fingers grazed across the hard nub inside of her. Her moan was filled with ecstasy, much more than she wanted to show.

Again, she heard her Master moan with desire. She responded with a deep moan from within her and her juices began to flow even more freely.

Jeffrey’s voice was playful as he spoke to her Master. “It would appear that your mere presence and moans excites her more than my touch.”

She heard her Master laugh, but she could tell that he was pleased, very pleased at her responses to his voice. She moaned.

“Well, we shall see who makes you cum you little bitch,” Jeffrey bellowed as his fingers withdrew quickly from her pussy and his cock slammed deep inside of her.

Her hips lifted immediately to meet his as he plunged deep inside of her. Her hands pulled hard against the restraints. She moaned and began to writhe under him. His cock withdrew and penetrated again, hitting her deep and bending the head of his cock into her.

“Oh God!” she screamed over and over as his cock slammed deep inside of her. His hand tapped at her clit and then rubbed it.

She could hear her Master’s breathing becoming more rapid. Her mind was focused on him, and Jeffrey’s cock being buried deep with in her. Jeffrey’s movements became faster as his finger flew over her clit. He whole body was trembling as Jeffrey took his other hand and began to pinch her nipples and pull them towards him.

“Come on bitch, cum for Jeffrey.” Jeffrey’s words were taunting her. He adjusted his cock so that it rubbed her hard nub inside and her hard clit outside, alternately gliding across them.

“Oh please, oh god,” were the only words that escaped her lips as her breathing became jagged. Her hands pulled at the cuffs, almost tearing into her flesh as she tried desperately to loose herself from them.

“May I cum Master, please, may I cum?” Her voice was loud, desperate. Jeffrey pulled out trabzon escort of her as she began begging her Master.

“You will cum for me, you little slut.” Jeffrey’s voice stormed in her ears. “You will cum because I make you cum.”

She heard her Master moan louder as his breathing changed. The excitement in his moaning heightened her senses as her Master spoke to her, calmly and gently, “Not yet my pet.”

She groaned.

Jeffrey placed his hard, throbbing cock at the opening of her ass and pressed. He grabbed her nipples roughly and pulled them as he slid his cock inside of her. She pulled hard on her cuffs as his cock pierced her ass.

“Oh God!” she screamed as he began to make slow strokes inside of her. She could feel his cock swelling as he used her breasts to push and pull himself in and out of her. His fingers released her nipples and his hands cupped her breasts as he began to move faster and faster inside of her. As his strokes began to move more freely his hand dropped to her clit and he pressed it against her and made circles with it.

“Please Master, please may I cum.” she begged over and over to him. She could feel Jeffrey’s cock swelling. She could hear his moans. He was groaning loudly, yet she could still hear her Master’s soft moans, even over Jeffrey’s.

Jeffrey’s thrusts came in short bursts as his desire over took him and he released his passion deep inside of her. His finger still circling her clit.

“Yes my pet, yes you may cum now,” her Master’s voice thundered in her ear. She felt her pussy throb and her legs begin to quiver as her orgasm overtook her. Her hips began to thrust forward, jerking as she came, feeling her juices ooze out and down between the crack of her ass.

“Thank you Master. Thank you for letting me cum Sir,” she spoke the words just as he had taught her.

Jeffrey’s movements slowed just as she felt a splash of warm cum hit her face, landing on her nose and mouth. She opened her mouth hungrily as she realized that her Master had come to pleasure by her excitement. His hot cum splashed across her face again, some landing inside of her mouth and some on her chin and neck. He spurted over and over and all that landed in or around her mouth she drank hungrily.

Jeffrey withdrew from her as her Master gently touched her face, scrapping his cum with his finger and placing it in her mouth. She sucked his finger sensuously as he fed her. She smiled as he withdrew his finger from her mouth.

“Jeff? I believe you owe me 100 bucks. She came for me, just like I said she would, and I didn’t even have to touch her.” Her Master’s voice was strong and friendly.

“Yes she did,” said Jeff, “you have trained her very well.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out five 20 dollar bills and handed them to Joe. Jeff smile as he spoke to Joe. “But she was a 100 bucks well spent.”

She tensed again as she heard them speaking of their bet. She was immediately angered. How could he have done such a thing to her, to reduce her to property and make a little money off the venture? Tears began to flow silently under her blindfold, but she spoke not a word.

She heard the door open and close before her Master came and laid beside her. “You have pleased me well my pet, I am very proud to call you my submissive.”

She did not speak as he untied the ropes and unlocked the handcuffs. She stretched out her legs and rubbed her wrists as he slowly untied her blindfold. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw Joe holding up a long piece of black leather with small diamonds embedded into the leather. She blinked twice before realizing it was a collar. A collar for her. The tears began to stream down her face as he fastened it with a click around her neck.

“I want the world to know you are mine, that I own you.” Her Master spoke with confidence before adding, almost silently, “…and you own me.”

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The crowd silently watches you. Butterflies flap their wings wildly in your stomach and your skin feels warm. You’re nervous. You’re trembling. And yet, you’re also excited. Although you don’t know what’s about to happen, you know that it signifies your ascension from a trainee to a full-fledged servus.

A man walks out onto the stage and stands in front of you. He removes your black cloak, the symbol of your trainee status. You now stand in the center of the amphitheater completely naked. Your nipples harden in the cool breeze. The man turns to face the crowd, your black cloak raised in one of his hands. “Naked does she present herself,” he bellows.

“Naked does she present herself,” the crowd echoes back. The man turns to face you again, tossing the cloak aside. He places a hand on your shoulder and pushes you down to your knees. “On her knees does she offer herself!”

Again, the crowd echoes him. The man walks behind you and parts your legs. You feel cold metal shackles clasp around your ankles. He steps in front of you, a pillory designed for your head and wrists in hand. The intimidating wooden contraption is affixed to you in a matter of seconds. He pushes your torso down so that your face is only a few inches from the stage floor and your rear is up in the air. “In bondage does she find her freedom!”

“In bondage does she find her freedom!”

The man disappears behind you once again. “The girl now exists on the cusp of ascension. She will now recite the creed with pleasure whilst receiving the painful kiss of the whip, for pleasure and pain dance together in aeternum.”

You take a deep breath to steady yourself. Sure, you have been whipped before, but never in front of so many people. Never in ceremony. You feel so exposed. Your skin is so sensitive to everything around it. Your heart pounds like a drum in your chest. But you’re determined to do this – to do this correctly, and reach that higher place for yourself.

“Begin,” the man bellows. You open your mouth to speak, but the whip comes down on your arse with almost cruel force. A pained yelp bursts from your lips and echoes around you. You grit your teeth. “He is Master, I am slave,” you begin. The whip comes down again and you bite into your lip şişli escort to hold back a scream. “He is owner,” another lash causes you to cry out. “I-I am owned.” The whip comes down three more times. Tears are now streaming from your eyes. Your breathing is shaky, erratic. “H-H-His…will…is everything.” Another three lashes. Another agonized cry from your lips. “Mine…is…nothing…” You can barely breathe. You inhale deeply and another crack of the whip knocks the wind out of you. Quickly, you manage to catch your breath. “He is t-to be pleased and I-I a-am to please.” The man starts swinging the whip at your ass with wild abandon, not giving you a second to think of anything but the pain. “Why is this!?” You grit your teeth in and steel yourself. The pain is cruel, more intense than any beating you had received before it. “FOR I AM A SLAVE!”

The man stops. You sob uncontrollably. Your arse feels like it has been lit on fire and the heat and anguish radiates throughout your body. However, you also feel an intense sense of pride. You are immensely proud of yourself for enduring it, for managing to get the words of your creed out while under the whip.

“She will now be cleaned. Her old self will be washed away and her new self will emerge,” the man bellows. Two women come to kneel on either side of you. They gently wash you in rose-scented water, cleaning your face and body with deft hands. “You did well,” one of them whispers softly to you. “The hard part is over now.” After they clean and dry you, they apply oil to your body. They massage a generous amount on your rear. You bite your lip as they touch the stinging flesh, but you know that it is necessary to prevent scarring.

Once they have completed their work, the two women leave you. “Now she will be used. The Magnificum Dominum will now do with her what they please. In servitude will she experience pleasure.”

“In servitude will she experience pleasure!” The crowd cheers loudly. They must be proud of you as well by the sound of it. Despite yourself, you smile.

Two men come out. They are wearing golden masks and red cloaks that denote their position. One of them kneels in front of you, his manhood already tuzla escort hard and throbbing and glistening with precum. Without waiting for any sort of direction, you open your mouth wide. He pushes his member into your mouth and places one hand on your head. There is a slightly salty taste to him, but you don’t mind it at all. Slowly, he begins thrusting into your mouth. Though he is being quite gentle, you know it isn’t for your benefit. This must simply be how he likes to do it.

The second man disappears behind you. You feel his cock run over the lips of your sex a few times before he pushes it in, completely filling you in one stroke. You moan around the man in your mouth. You’re now being penetrated and fucked from both ends. Both men seem to match pace with each other, so that when one pulls back the other pushes in.

You can hear the crowd. Moans and groans echo throughout the amphitheater. Are they having sex as well? They must be. The atmosphere exudes sex. You imagine all those people, turned on by watching you, now in all manner of positions, sating their desires. The thought of it arouses you even more.

The man in front of you picks up his pace. He now thrusts aggressively into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag a bit. Suddenly, he buries himself in your throat and stays there. You can’t breath. Something inside of you tells you to struggle, but you remain perfectly still. You are there to be used, not to deny him what he desires. He pulls back for a moment, allowing you to catch your breath before thrusting back in to repeat the process.

The man behind you fucks you harder. You can feel him quickly thrusting in and out of the hot, wet folds of your pussy. His fingers dig into your ass. It hurts, but the pain is nothing in comparison to the intense pleasure you feel. In your mind’s eye, you can almost see his hardness moving in and out of you. Stretching you. Filling you. Using you.

Before long the two men switch places. You moan when you taste your juices on the man’s cock. He groans loudly as he fucks your mouth. Is he close? You work your tongue as he pistons in and out of your orifice, trying to coax his seed out of pendik escort him.

And you succeed. In a matter of minutes, he begins to flood your mouth with his cum, his cock throbbing violently. It’s salty, and even slightly bitter, but you lick every drop of it from the head of his cock. He pulls out, stands, and disappears behind you.

You can now see the crowd. Just like you thought, everybody is having sex. There are men receiving blowjobs from women, men receiving blowjobs from men, women being eaten out by men, and women being eaten out by women. There are men fucking both genders and men being fucked by both. Every sexual pairing you can think of is now displayed in front of you, fucking each other.

“You may cum when you wish,” the man behind you says, never breaking his stroke.

“Yes, Sir,” you reply. “Thank you, Sir.”

He fucks you hard, pounding into your cunt with all the force he can muster. You close your eyes. The sounds of sex bombard your ears as it echoes loudly in the amphitheater. The scent of sex wafts throughout the air. The taste of cum still fills your mouth. And the feeling of being fucked, aggressively and roughly fucked, causes shockwaves to emanate throughout your body.

Before long, your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Your pussy convulses on the man’s member. You bite your lip to keep from screaming. Your body trembles. It never subsides fully. Every time the man thrusts into you, a little tremor goes through your body. The Dominus doesn’t last much longer. Soon after your orgasm, his cock throbs violently in your sex as he fills it with his seed. He stays buried within you until he is finished. Then, he leaves.

The man in the leather mask unshackles your feet. He removes the pillory. Gently, he helps you to your feet. Your legs are shaky and you’re unsure that you could stand without his help. “She will now be dressed in the garb befitting a servus!” Everybody was still engaged in their own sexual activities, but you see a few faces turn towards you.

The two women from before come out. They put silver bracelets on your wrists and a matching set of anklets on your ankles. “These signify her bondage, and her freedom,” the man yells. The two women then put you in a sheer white dress that barely covers your rear and leaves nothing to the imagination. “This dress signifies that she is forever exposed to her Master, no matter what covers her body!” Then, they clasp a leather collar around your neck. “And the collar signifies her station! From this day, until your last day, you are a servus, a slave!”

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Kathy had a perfect little life. She had plenty of money. She had no worries and no cares. Everything in her life was going along perfectly.

To look at all that she had materialistically, anyone would envy her lifestyle. The house, the cars, the trips, the clothes, and the jewelry, she had it all. Fortune without fame and flying beneath the radar is always better in life than showing off and bragging about what you have. It’s best not to draw attention to yourself, especially when you’ve had a colorful past. Let’s just say, should her husband decide to run for political office one day, with so many of her skeletons ready to burst out of her closet, he wouldn’t have a prayer of being elected with her by his side. The tabloid press would dig up enough information about her and nude photos of her during her wild and crazy college and socialite party days that their lives would be forever ruined.

Fortunately, for her, her husband harbored no such political aspirations. The only aspirations he harbored were collecting as many of those small, green pieces of paper that had Benjamin Franklin’s photo on them. His God was money and he worshiped it. He worked as an investment banker and recently, a few years ago, had become a partner in the firm. They lived in a perfect house right on the 9th hole of the golf course of an exclusive country club.

When the banks did well and the economy boomed, he made money. When the banks failed and the economy busted, he made money. With his money needle pegged to global financial markets and growing economics, instead of national political agendas, no matter what happened, he made money with his investments around the world.

A bad day for Kathy was when she forgot to wear her pearls to lunch with the girls. Big, expensive, and just perfect, she loved her exquisite pearls. They were her gift from her husband when he made partner. If she had to pick just one item of jewelry to save in a fire, that one item would be her exclusive pearls.

Married for twenty-five years last June, she had a 23-year-old daughter, named Mandy, and a 21-year-old son, named Randy. Kathy just turned 45-years-old and was at the pivotal point in her life where she was considering having some cosmetic surgery done to freshen her look and give her a more youthful appearance. Pressured by her friends, who already had the surgery, she didn’t want a surgeon taking a knife to her face, no matter how skilled he was. Having known many woman, who have had a facelift, she can always recognized someone who has had the surgery done.

Accustomed to her beauty preceding herself to help open doors and to make her the center of attention, with her imagined sudden lack of interest from the opposite sex, especially from those men younger than her, she was just beginning to feel her age. In her uncharacteristic lowered self-esteem and wounded self-confidence, maltepe escort even though she thought differently about herself, whenever men young and old saw her, she was thought of differently by others that the opinion that she had of herself. Whenever she walked in a room, she was still a head turner and a conversation interrupter.

Only, when she looked in the mirror now, she imagined what she’d look like in ten years or in twenty years. She was beginning to look how she remembered her mother looked, when her mother was her age now. It was a frightful horror because, at the same time, she remembered what she looked like ten and twenty years ago. As was everyone and everything else on Earth, yet so much more difficult for a woman, she was getting older and every time she peered in the mirror, she imagined she saw new wrinkles and new sags.

Even though aging was inevitable, especially when her mind felt so much younger, she needed time for her brain to catch up with her body. Even though she looked middle aged, she still felt so young. She felt no different now that she was in her forties than she did, when she was in her twenties. Certainly, she didn’t feel 45-years-old and she still possessed much of the vibrant energy and vitality that she had in her twenties, especially when on the golf course or the tennis court. She had yet to slow down and adjust to a more sedentary life. A wakeup call to how much better she looked than most women her age, women who didn’t have the time or the money to pamper themselves with designer clothes, hair, makeup, creams, lotions, and spas, she needed a minor adjustment in her perception of her age and how others perceived her. She needed a reality check.

Her only consolation was that she was aging with the rest of her peer group. Only, sometimes, whenever she was down on herself and in a funk, unbeknownst to her, she was aging better than the rest of them. Certainly, even without having plastic surgery, a non-smoker who exercised regularly and who watched her diet, seldom drank, and took care to wear sunscreen. when out in the sun, she looked ten years younger than her age and much younger than all of her friends her age and younger even.

Nonetheless, feeling sad that life was passing her by, while she sheltered herself in her little cocoon of luxury, where did the time go? Twenty years rushed by with the blink of an eye. As if it were yesterday, she still remembered being newly married. It wasn’t that long ago that she was walking her children in a stroller, chauffeuring them back and forth to grade school, and attending high school and college graduations. It wasn’t that long ago that her husband made his first million dollars, moved them from upstate New York, where she was from and where she met him, to this lovely closed community and exclusive gated estate manavgat escort in northeastern Massachusetts. She couldn’t believe that was more than a dozen years ago.

She remembered that she looked good, real good, ten years ago. She wished she could have always stayed thirty-five forever. She loved that age. She was old enough not to be bothered with all the immature bullshit, but not too old that she still couldn’t enjoy all the immature bullshit.

Some of her friends have already been under the knife and she envied the results, but cringed at the pain, the bruising, the swelling, and the forced isolation, while they heeled. Was it all worth it? She didn’t think so, at least, not for her it wasn’t. Blessed with good genes, she was glad that she didn’t have to do all that to still look young and attractive. For the time being, she was content with her skills at applying her makeup. Maybe in a few years, she’d reconsider. Maybe in a few years, going the way of Heidi Klum and so many other celebrities, who weren’t vain enough to have surgery and Botox unnaturally alter their looks, maybe she just wouldn’t care.

She felt that plastic surgery was a vicious cycle that had to be repeated in five to ten years, too. Always, there was the risk that something could tragically go wrong. Always there was a chance that they could make a life altering or fatal mistake on the operating table. Reluctantly, she decided, she’d rather age gracefully without having a surgeon pull, nip, and tuck her skin beneath her hairline and back behind her ears. How dreadful to have her face pulled so tight that it hurt to smile. How embarrassing to know that everyone knows that she was vain enough to have plastic surgery.

Still, she had to give her brave, albeit vain friends credit. They looked ten years younger. They looked rested. They looked happy. Only, she was nervous. She had heard some of the horror stories of botched surgeries and she was vain, but not vain enough to put herself in the hands of a surgeon’s knife. Still, her friends pressured her to go ahead and, at least, have a consultation. She promised she would, but never did.

She was friends with Christine, Ellen, Audrey, and Brenda. They were all members in good standing of their little gang of women, who looked like one another, dressed like one another, thought like one another, and talked like one another. They even had a gang name, The Rich Bitches, and a gang sign, when out on the town shopping, they’d flash their American Express Black cards, the ultimate credit cards that had an unlimited credit line.

They lunched together, shopped together, and talked about their perfect little lives to one another. It was a glorious existence being rich and not having to work at a mundane job all day, while their husbands made money. Able to hire people şişli escort to clean their perfect homes, care for their lush lawns, filter their posh pools, cook their delicious meals, pamper their precious pets, and chauffer them, wherever they needed to go, they were free to indulge themselves at the spa for hair, makeup, massage, and skincare treatments.

Except for the young men she dated in college, once married with all the naked, sexual parties behind her, Kathy never had sex with anyone other man than her 52-year-old husband, Robert. Although, define sex, that is. As was Bill Clinton’s definition of sex, she never had penetration from any man other than her husband, since she’s been married. In Clinton’s case, even though he didn’t believe that an exchange of fluids constituted sex, Kathy did and in all the years of her marriage she has never exchanged fluids with anyone other than her husband. Certainly, there have been episodes of touchy feely, especially when alcohol was involved, but she was careful not to ruin her reputation for the foolishness of a flirtatious fling.

She was a good wife and a good mother. She was Robert’s trophy wife and he was her security blanket. Robert liked how they looked together. An average looking man, short and stout, and looking much like the stereotypical banker and, but for the top hat, he looked a bit like the man that appears on the cover of the Monopoly game. No doubt, he was happy that his money could buy him the affections and loyalty of such a beautiful and charming woman, who looked as good as did Kathy. She appreciated how he kept her in the lifestyle that she had grown to love. In the way that there is someone for everyone, they not only deserved one another but also they were made for one another, the socialite with the rich man.

Often, her husband commented that they looked much better together than did Senator McCain and his wife, Cindy. McCain was his idol, a political measure of the man that gives insight into Robert’s political preference. She, on the other hand, certainly hoped they looked much better together than Senator McCain and his wife, Cindy, as Senator McCain was twenty years older than Robert and Cindy McCain was nearly ten years older than she was. Moreover, she preferred Obama over McCain. She always thought that Michele Obama was always so poised and charming. Still, she understood his preference of an older man with a younger woman, albeit Robert was almost eight years older than she was, whereas John McCain was eighteen years older than his wife.

Remaining forever faithful, until death do you part, she never cheated on him. She never even thought about cheating on him. Although, there was that young tennis pro at the club that she was so smitten with and a new, handsome golf pro, too, who she found interesting enough to flirt with, while having him give her some pointers with her game. Still, she’d never do anything more than masturbate in the bathtub, while imagining them tying her up, spanking her ass, and forcing her to have sex with them. Oh, how this little vixen loved to vex men, while playing the virginal victim. Oh, how this socialite of a woman, so wanted to be bound and disciplined.

To be continued…

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Sheryl knew she needed a way out. Since The Crash, her entire life had fallen apart. She should have left New York after 911-but she was just too attached to her job and the people she worked with. It was all just too hard to believe. First most of Los Angeles had been turned into a rather large crater. Then the refugees had streamed into New York. It was obvious that LA simply wasn’t going to be rebuilt anytime soon-and much of what was left of the US entertainment business was New York based. New York had experienced a boom of sorts–even after many of the H-1b workers had been expelled after the Gulf War disaster. Sheryl had known things were getting strange though when the media had gotten terribly religious in orientation. Still she had her job. Her boss, Gerald, was so wonderful-not that she had gotten to see him all that much–and occasional quickie at the office was most of what he had gotten. The rare and occaisional “real dates” were special to her. He’d made her feel good. Now, the fact that she’d started off wanting a family-and tuzla escort that just wasn’t going to happen on a secretary’s salary in New York gnawed at her-but somehow, Gerald was able to make those worries go away.

That all died with Gerald after The Crash. It was still hard for her be believe that in one day, most of what she had taken for granted had simply evaporated. What had been the United States, was now a patchwork of countries she had never heard of-with strange alliances that defied her belief system. The idea that Muslim insurgents would storm Wall Street-with Confederate air support still struck her as completely bizarre. She still couldn’t believe that these Muslim insurgents had executed Gerald for ‘usury’–and that she had been required to watch his beheading.

Since then, life had gotten rather drab and dreary. Gone were her days in restaurants and theater. Her life consisted now of the kind of housework she most despised-surrounded by other pendik escort women in a “dormitory”. News was scarce and mostly came from “The Ministers” that came to teach their particular brand of Islam. She had to admit though that most of them _were_ rather nice looking young men. What was strange to her was that none of were feminine approaches got much in the way of response from any of ‘The Ministers’.

Carol, an old friend was the first to tell her of the “way out”. At first it seemed too strange to be true. Carol said that there was an alternative to “re-education” that had just been implemented. The choices for destination were rather limited-the Free Republic of Alaska. Apparently, the free Republic of Alaska was shipping good to the Islamic Republic of New York in return for women!

The thought of Alaska made Sheryl cringe. She hated cold weather. She hated the outdoors. Still she hated this re-education camp more. What spurred this on was her rape. There maltepe escort was a rather large matron named Betsie. Betsie caught Sheryl alone in the dormitory bedroom on morning.

“Okay white bitch watcha doin sleepin late” “I’m sorry ma’am, I didn’t mean to”

Well, you’ll get to play toll for this lady” With that, Bestie lifted up her skirt and pinned Sheryls face. The aroma was rather overpowering. Sheryl had sex with some of the other women that worked for Gerald before. This was VERY different. Bestie’s hygiene, frankly, left something to be desired. There wasn’t much point in arguing though. Sheryl just had to make the best of it. Fortunately, Betsie was rather quick about her business. After she came, Betsie turned Sheryl over hand spanked her rather furiously.

It could have been worse. Sheryl wasn’t permanently damaged, but she realized as long as she stayed in this “reeducation camp” she was at the mercy of the matrons. The way out? Well, it amounted to finding some man that was willing to pay her bond and transit fees to Alaska.

The Islamic Republic of New York was hard up for oil, timber and basic minerals to run the arms businesses that old government had built in that area. No one was quite sure why or how, but at this point the one way out of a reeducation camp was to talk to Alaskan guys on the internet and get them to cooperate.

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Jane’s birthday was fast approaching and Ron gave her a choice of how to celebrate. Knowing Jane as well as he did, he should have realized which alternative she would jump at.

“Gorgeous,” Ron said, “Which would you rather do for your birthday on Saturday? Go out to dinner at a restaurant of your choice or stay home all day and have as much sex as you want in as many different ways as you want in as many different locations as you want?”

Well it took Jane less than half a second to make her decision and respond gleefully. “SEX. Definitely. An all day sexathon, please!” Jane replied with great excitement in her voice and a big kiss on Ron’s mouth.

“OK, hun. You get to choreograph the whole day. You plan it out and decide exactly what we are going to do. Anything you want!” Ron told her, hoping her imagination would run as wild and free as possible. He loved it when she took the reins and was in charge sometimes. It really turned him on the way she got so into sex when they made love that she lost control. In those moments she turned into a pure animal, feeding her lust, hell bent for pleasure and it was exciting to watch.

Jane had five days to make her plans but the first idea came to her right away. She wanted Ron to tie her spread-eagled on the bed and see how many times he could make her come in two hours. When he called from work at lunch time the next day to say hello, she told him her idea.

“Oh, you naughty girl. I love the way your mind works. What are you going to have on while you are tied up?” Ron asked.

“Just one of those black lace crotch less body stockings you bought me. Remember how they fit me like a glove and are so sheer that you can see right through them?” she described.

“Sure I remember. Hell, my pants now have a wet spot on them just thinking about it. What else do you have planned for us for Saturday?” Ron asked.

“Well, if the weather cooperates, after dark I want to go outside to the front yard and fuck your brains out on the grass right in front of the house,” Jane announced, her voice betraying her excitement.

“What if the moon is out and the neighbors see us?” Ron responded, obviously only half caring.

“Come on now, Ron, you said I could have anything I wanted, right?” Jane reminded him.

“You’re right, hell with the neighbors,” decided a thoroughly aroused Ron.

Finally Saturday morning arrived. At about six a.m. Ron woke Jane up by pulling back the covers and going down on her before she was even fully awake. He pulled her to the end of the bed and raised her legs up over his shoulders so he could immerse his face in her glorious pussy.

The man adored eating her cunt and she always responded with such moans, groans, and cries of pleasure that it kept him motivated to continue to lick and suck her clit till she dug her heels into his back and screamed that she was coming. And he wouldn’t’ stop there either. He knew she was multi-orgasmic so he’d just keep going, keep giving her more and more delicious pleasure and she soaked it up even though she was barely awake.

Sometimes he would make slow circles around her clit just to tease her. When he did that he could hear a change in her whimpers. Then he might run his tongue up and down her pussy from the bottom of her cunt up to her clit and back down again, over and over. That felt wonderful and brought on a whole different sound out of her throat. Finally, when she’d beg that he was driving her crazy, he’d concentrate on flicking her clit as fast as he could and Jane would begin to whimper faster and faster as she approached another orgasm.

“Oh, God that feels good, sweetie. Please don’t stop,” Jane begged and seconds later her whole body tightened as she reached a peak of excitement. “I’m coming, baby. Oh, God, I’m coming again,” she screamed and felt her body relax.

Ron wiped his saturated mouth and chin on his t-shirt and climbed back up onto the bed next to Jane. He looked bahçelievler escort into her green, satisfied eyes, and said, “Happy Birthday my love.”

“Thank you sweetie. What a wonderful way to start the day. What time is it anyway?” she asked.

“It’s only a little after six,” Ron told her, knowing that was early for her. She needed more sleep than he did so he wasn’t surprised when she asked if he minded if she closed her eyes for a few more winks. “Sleep as long as you want, love. I’ll be in the other room.”

Jane went right back to dreamland and woke up two hours later feeling great. Just as she awoke, in walked Ron with two envelopes in his hand. Birthday cards!! God how she loved getting cards. Any occasion, holiday, celebration, you name it, or for no special reason at all.

Getting a card with a sweet note written in it was way better to her than a dozen roses or jewelry. She loved being able to re-read the words on the card and in the note and feel the love that went into it. And here was the man she loved with not one but two birthday cards for her. What a treat! And she nearly cried when she read them they were so perfect. So sweet. So loving. She couldn’t remember a better birthday and it was only starting!

After properly thanking Ron for the beautiful cards with hugs and kisses, Jane make them French toast for breakfast and presented Ron with an important element of their sex fill plan for the day. A little beige pill called Cialis. A wonder drug that gave Ron better erections and made everything more fun for both of them.

While Ron was taking a shower and shaving, Jane donned her slinky black body-stocking and attached their restraints to the four corners of the big king sized bed. She then lay back and waited, anticipating with excitement what was in store for her.

When Ron walked into the bedroom, still damp from his shower, he was delighted with what he saw. “Wow, do you look sexy!” he said. He quickly dropped the towel and began to attach the Velcro cuffs to Jane’s ankles. They left her legs spread wide apart, her pussy open and exposed completely. Then Ron tied Jane’s wrists with the ropes at the top corners of the bed and surprised her with a blindfold. When she asked him a question, he told her “Shh. No talking.”

Seconds later Jane heard one of her favorite sounds; the steady buzzing of her little blue vibrator. Ron ran it gently at first over her pussy lips, teasing with a light touch, then left it linger for a moment right on her clit, knowing it would arose her instantly. Ron was in no hurry though and wanted to prolong Jane’s pleasure this time around so he put the vibrator on pulse instead of constant and put it right into her pussy.

Then he did something really surprising. He walked away. Jane had no choice but to lay there. She was tied down and couldn’t move. She did discover though, that if she moved her head to the right she could grab the blindfold with her right hand and peak out. When she did this, she saw Ron coming out of the bathroom. He’d caught her cheating! Immediately he retied the rope so her hand was up higher out of reach and rearranged the blindfold so she couldn’t see.

Again, he left her lay there all alone with just the rhythmic buzzing of the vibrator in her pussy to keep her company. It was just enough to be titillating without being strong enough to get her off no matter how she squirmed trying to rub her clit against it.

Jane could hear from the kitchen what Ron was doing. He was taking his morning vitamins. She could hear the rattle and clink and each bottle. It was only a few minutes and she could hear him reenter the bedroom. When he sat down on the bed next to her she sighed with relief. Then he started to give her some real thrills. He began to move the vibrator around on her pussy and stroke her clit with it. He turned it back on to full power and she began to bağcılar escort moan, feeling herself get more and more excited as her toyed with her. Ron plunged the vibrator into Jane’s cunt and leaned down to lick her clit with his tongue.

“Oh, that’s feels good, baby,” Jane said.

Ron continued to play a waiting game with Jane, making her moan and groan more and more loudly as she became more and more excited, edging toward a huge orgasm. He could feel the tension in her body and she squirmed and whimpered, telling him without words that she was dieing to cum. Finally, when he had the vibrator right on her clit, rubbing it back and forth as fast as he could she screamed loudly. No words. Just a primal scream of pure pleasure.

As Jane was catching her breath, she could feel Ron getting off the bed and heard him turn on the TV and DVD player. Guessing what he was up to, her prediction was soon confirmed when she heard familiar music and the distinctive heavy breathing of one of Ron’s favorite porn movies. “Insatiable” with Marlyn Chambers.

Hard to believe she was once the Ivory Snow commercial girl to see her radiant with sexual energy in her X rated movies. To see her in action you could only believe that she was really enjoying herself whether she was eating another woman’s pussy, getting fucked by John Holmes, sucking some guy’s cock, or just masturbating. She really did seem insatiable. It reminded Jane of Ron’s nickname for herself—Glutton.

Ron said she was a glutton for sex and he meant it in the best possible way. He loved it that she loved sex so much because he did too. Their imaginations and appetites fed off of each other and kept things from getting into a rut. They each loved to please the other and took pleasure for themselves both in turn and together.

Jane knew that watching Marlyn Chambers for a few minutes would give Ron a hard on and she was aching to have his hard cock inside her hot cunt. Suddenly, she felt Ron undoing the Velcro attachments at her ankles. He lifted her legs up over his shoulders and put his cock right where she wanted it.

Jane’s cunt had been aching for him to fill her up and now he was right where she wanted him, pounding into her pussy. She could feel him inside her. Every time he pushed himself in to the hilt, he slammed against her clit, thrilling her senses. Then he did something that really drove her crazy. As he continued to fuck her, he placed the vibrator on her clit full strength and rubbed her love bud like mad.

Within moments, she was squirming and thrashing, on the edge of another mind blowing orgasm. It felt so incredible she wanted to scream and as she tipped over the edge she did just that. Screamed. “I’m coming, baby. I’m coming!” Jane bellowed and collapsed.

Ron removed Jane’s blindfold and kissed her. The knots at her wrists were so tight from her pulling on them that it took him a bit of effort and time to undue them but soon she was free. “Well,” Ron commented, “It seems you like a little bit of light bondage, eh?”

“Yes, love, I have to admit that was delightful. You were driving me crazy in the most wonderful ways,” Jane told him with a smile on her face.

Since she was thoroughly satiated for the moment, Jane decided that the next thing she wanted to do for her birthday was go to a movie. They drove into town to enjoy the new Indiana Jones adventure and both got a kick out of the terrific chase scenes and wild action.

Unfortunately, that evening, the weather turned to rain so fucking on the lawn was postponed to another time but they had more fun in the bedroom instead. They played one of their favorite games, one they both won at. Ron put in another sexy DVD and lay back on the bed to enjoy watching it while Jane sucked his cock. As he started to grow in her mouth she tried to take all of him down her throat as best she could.

“Faster,” Ron said, ümraniye escort urging her to move her head up and down on him more rapidly. While she did so she reached up his chest to find one of his sensitive nipples. She began to flick and pinch it and was rewarded to hear him begin to moan with sounds of pleasure coming from deep within his chest. With her other hand, Jane massaged and played with Ron’s balls gently, trying to stimulate him in as many ways at once as she could.

When he couldn’t stand it any longer, Ron got up on his knees and began to stroke his cock with his right hand while his eyes remained glued to the images of two women in the movie, in 69 position, eating each other out like there was no tomorrow. Nothing turned him on more than the sight of a glorious pink pussy, open and wet, getting licked or fucked.

Jane poured some baby oil onto Ron’s cock to give him some lubrication and then she began to have fun playing with all his sensitive places while he masturbated. She kneeled behind him and reached around to pinch and rub both his nipples at the same time.

Leaning down, she licked and bit his ass and when he leaned forward so she could gain access, she licked his asshole in circles, making him groan with pleasure. Knowing how much he liked anal stimulation, Jane took a vibrating dildo and lubed it up, rubbing a little bit of the slick stuff onto his hole before putting the dildo in his ass.

She knew from past experience that this combination of stimulation would get him off in a huge orgasm and she would get to have the fun of taking his cock into her mouth just at the right moment and sucking him off. She loved to feel his cock throb in her mouth and taste the creamy salty sweet cum shooting out of him.

Jane could tell by his breathing when he was getting close. She moved around to his side and nibbled and bit his left nipple while she massaged with balls with her left hand. Meanwhile, her right hand was busy scratching and slapping his ass.

Suddenly Ron moaned and his body rose up slightly. Jane grabbed his cock with one hand and clamped her mouth down on it as deeply as she could, sucking hard and fast while pumping with her hand. Ron’s yells were loud enough to hear a block away. Jane swallowed and kept sucking, swallowed again, and felt Ron collapse onto her. A few moments later, his breathing slowed and he rolled off of her and they looked at each other.

“That sounded like a good one, sweetie,” Jane said to him, happily.

“We aim to please,” Ron joked and they laughed.

Indeed, he did please her. For her last request for her birthday celebration was that they fuck one more time, this time with her on top. And sure enough about an hour later while Jane was preparing a big shrimp salad for their dinner, Ron came walking up behind her with a raging hard-on which she promptly took a hold of, leaned down and sucked.

He then led her into the bedroom and Jane straddled him, immediately plunging his thick shaft into her cunt. While Jane rocked back and forth, grinding herself into his crotch, luxuriating in the feeling of having him inside her while she rubbed her clit up against him, Ron thrusted his hips upward repeatedly, gyrating in wildly exciting circles against her.

Jane felt a frenzy of excitement, getting closer and closer to coming with every second. Then Ron reached up and pinched her nipple and it set off an explosion inside her. She screamed, unable to say a word while she came. Rarely letting her cum only once, Ron reach his thumb between their bodies and started to rub her clit hard, back and forth fast. Jane felt her eyes glaze over and she leaned back to relish the sensations flooding through her. Suddenly she started to feel herself have another orgasm and this time she looked right into Ron’s eyes.

“I’m going to cum again, baby,” she said.

“Well, don’t stop now hun,” he told her with a smile. His smile got even bigger as she came like an explosion.

“What?” she asked him. “What are you smiling at?”

“You. Your eyes shine when you are happy. You don’t just smile with your mouth, it shows in your eyes,” he said, his own eyes shining with glee as well.

All in all it was the best birthday she could remember and best of all he’d made her feel younger, not older, all day long.

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It was a warm summer evening and a light breeze came in from the sea. The spacious cottage faced the sea and was separated from the beach by a narrow cobbled road. The porch opened directly on the road and was only a short jog to the sea. There was only other house, a similar cottage, in the vicinity. But there was a yard between the two, a garden of sorts, beautiful to lounge around on warm winter afternoons.

Angela sat at her porch, enjoying the coolness of the breeze and reading her book. The breeze was a welcome relief from the heavy dreariness of the afternoon. The summers here could get quite trying. But the evening was pleasant, and she drifted off. She had been dozing for maybe fifteen or so minutes when a noise woke her up.

She had predicted correctly, it was Ray, cleaning up after himself in the kitchen. And whatever he cooked, it smelled heavenly. Hungry. Ray looked at her with his beautiful blue eyes and long dark hair. Slightly scared. He was always a little terrified of Angela. She could be very unpredictable but more exactly, because she could throw him out on the streets and he would have nowhere to go.

Beautiful, young Ray, all of nineteen years old had left home to go to the big city, to make a man of himself and had ended up at this idyllic coastal town having spent whatever little he had. Angela had taken him in, given him a roof çeşme escort to stay under and food to eat. Her actions were less of a Good Samaritan and were more of a hungry cougar.

Angela was that. Thirty seven years old, made of solid muscle and working as the sheriff of this town. She was super fit, years of amateur boxing and strength training had given her a body that most people envied or feared, depending on which side of her, they were. Her blonde hair, angular face and large dark eyes combined with that body, made her a sight to behold.

She had plenty of admirers but most would run at the slightest hint of what she wanted from them. Most men were afraid of the alpha that she was, not Ray. Ray did not really have a choice.

Angela had given him food and shelter and the promise of paying his passage back to his home, but before that he had to earn his keep. And he did earn his keep, rather his body did. He did not only cook and clean and wash and do all the domestic work for Angela, he submitted to her physically as well.

It wasn’t like Ray found Angela undesirable, or anything, just that her sexual needs were never ending and more often than not humiliating for Ray. And yet, with each passing day, he felt a growing bond with her. He felt lucky to serve her and be with her and sometimes başakşehir escort he waited impatiently to be used by her. And at other times, he hoped for all this to end, he hoped for when she would finally pay him his passage, he hoped to be home.

Right now, though, he was serving Angela her food, the delicious dinner he had cooked for her. Waiting on her, for whatever she would demand during dinner, and only after she had had her fill and her way with him, would he be allowed his dinner. And then back to serving her again, on her bed or wherever she wanted him.

Ray hoped that Angela liked her dinner, if she did, he might have an easier evening. Unbeknownst to him, Angela loved his cooking, always. Her ‘easy’ or ‘tough’ evenings depended entirely on her mood. And tonight would be a tough night for Ray. She was already craving to do nasty things to him.

“Get me the remote and get under my skirt”, she ordered, relaxing after dinner. Ray knew what he had to do. He had to start at her ripe arse. Small sniffs while telling how wonderfully fragrant she was and how he craved to sniff her ass all night and plead her to let him taste it, taste her ass. Angela knew that Ray didn’t enjoy licking her ass, and knowing that made her happier. Angela was a firm believer in being natural, as küçükçekmece escort such, her armpits, arms, legs and pussy and arse were all very hairy. And Ray hated having to swallow arse hair every time he licked her there but he hated angering her more. So like an obedient servant, he licked her ass, while she played with herself.

It wasn’t too long before she came and when she did, she did on his face and in his mouth. It was a sight that never failed to arouse her more, she the dominant goddess coming from having her hairy ass licked, he the servile boy, kneeling naked on the floor, cum drenched and devoted. And aroused she did get. She held his cum soaked face firmly and spat squarely on it, then she mounted herself on it and started roughly grinding. Ray moaned out loudly, from the pain and discomfort, she stopped for a second and slapped him twice for interrupting her rhythm. Ray didn’t dare make another sound till she came again.

Totally used and exhausted, Ray fell back on the floor and Angela took this opportunity to sit on his face. But this time, she wanted Ray to open his mouth. She spread her lips and told him in no uncertain terms what he could expect, if even one drop spilled over.

“Drink my superior piss, bitch! Drink it all and tell me you love it!”

Ray swallowed everything, he had gotten quite good at this and he cleaned her up afterwards. Angela threw him aside and forbade him to clean up. She wanted him to smell of her pussy and her urine all night, she wanted her servant to know, in no uncertain terms, that she was the boss!

Angela went off to bed, Ray stayed on the floor with her piss and juices on his face. The mistress had marked him, and claimed her territory!

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A low sigh escapes my lips as I emerge from a deep slumber, my mind seemingly wrapped in a fog. A predawn chill embraces my nude form, causing a shiver to run through me. My wrists are bound above and behind my head; my legs are drawn up to my sides, leaving me exposed. My eyes register only darkness, adding to my sense of trepidation. The measured approach of high heels, accompanied by the faint yet tantalizing scent of perfume, nears. I can feel your presence as you ultimately arrive at the foot of the bed. I strain at my bindings, struggling futilely, eliciting a giggle from your lips. “Don’t worry, Kitten,” you whisper, “I won’t hurt you – not too much, anyway.”

You trail a fingertip lightly along my shaft, up my stomach to my chest, resting your hand upon my heart. It throbs against your palm, strong and rapid. I anxiously turn my head to and fro, confused by my inability to see. Your free hand fumbles around with something behind my head, and then you tug away my blindfold. Attempts to open my eyes are greeted by sharp, glaring light. I shut them with a groan, as you lean forward and place a kiss on each eyelid. “Relax, honey,” you whisper as you step away. I hear something being drawn open, followed by the sound of rummaging for an object unseen. “Mmmm, this is perfect…!” you exclaim as you return to me. After waiting a few moments, I slowly open my eyes, letting my vision drift around the space. I come to the realization we are in your bedroom, the morning sun drifting in through the escort bostancı open windows, the curtains swaying in an early summer breeze. I am woven into an intricate web of red nylon rope, immobilizing me.

Turning my gaze to the foot of the bed, I can finally see my mysterious yet beautiful tormentor. You stand before me, wearing a frilled black corset, silken opera gloves, and Victorian ankle boots. My eyes take in your supple form; Smooth, creamy skin, your neatly trimmed womanhood, perfectly formed breasts rising and falling with each lust-filled breath you take. Your sultry, crystalline eyes gaze into my very soul as you grin in anticipation. Bringing your hands out from behind your back, I can finally see what it was you were searching so eagerly for.

You ease yourself into a leather harness and adjust the buckles, the straps indenting your flesh. Jutting out from the base of your rig, a slick latex dildo transposes upon you the aura of some hermaphroditic fertility goddess of pagan myth. You roll a condom down the shaft of your pseudo-phallus, followed by gently slipping a lubricant slickened fingertip up in me. The action catches me off-guard, causing me to gasp as I attempt to pull away from you.

“Easy, baby doll,” you coo softly as you slowly work the digit in and out, coaxing my lower body to relax. To my surprise, a tingling sensation begins welling up deep inside my swollen balls, my body flushing with arousal. escort tuzla The blood rushes to my cock until it stands fully erect, a tumescent, curved member, the blood-engorged veins curved about it like vines round the trunk of a tree. A smile lights up your angelic face as you tease the swollen head, watching it twitch. You then position yourself between my thighs, the tip of your dong teasing my entrance.

Flexing your hips, you carefully work your tool into me, pressing in each time I take a breath until you’ve inserted your full length to the hilt. You watch me tense and shudder, then relax, my breathing slows. Laying yourself atop my body, you allow me to get used to having you up inside me, my hardened shaft pressing urgently against your stomach, my scent reminding you of warm summer evenings. Your tongue trails a moist path from my chest, up my neck to my chin, and upon my lips, followed by a soft yet demanding kiss.

Slowly you begin flexing your probe in and out, building a rhythm. I feel myself opening up further to you, giving myself over to your ministrations. My cock begins throbbing painfully, seeking release, as you begin picking up the tempo. Harder and faster you ram your toy into me, spearing my guts. “Do you like the way I fuck you, baby?” you hiss, your motions causing the harness to rub against your swollen clit.

Time seems to slow as we become one, a single, pulsating, erotic entity. Morning becomes afternoon, escort göztepe the heat of the day and our combined exertions causing rivulets of sweat to course down our bodies, bathing us in a hot, salty film. “Kitten, I’m going to cum….” you gasp as you slam your rubber cock harder and harder inside me, your clit tingling and twitching with each stroke. Your hardened nipples rub incessantly against my chest, my turgid member aching for release against your delicate flesh.

With a banshee’s wail and convulsive heave you explode, the nectars of Eve coursing along your inner thighs, soaking into the sheets beneath us. “Please Mistress, let me cum,” I whisper, my every pore afire. You lean back, grasping my hardened stalk in your silky hand and gently pull back the foreskin. My body tightens and arches, a deep grunt escaping my lips as my beautiful lover frees my pent-up passions. Thick, ropy streams of cum erupt from my engorged head; hot, pearlescent strands pooling across my stomach and chest to my neck, burning me.

Your eyes widen as spurt after spurt continues emanating from me until at last, with a final twitch, my organ begins softening under your grasp. You collapse on top of me, your she-cock still inside; a worn, satiated look in your eyes as your lips touch mine. “Sleep now, baby doll. I’ll clean you up,” you whisper, finally pulling your defiling tool out slowly. As I drift off, I can feel your tongue exploring my neck as you begin licking my cum off me, working your way slowly downward; savoring my taste, inhaling the raw musk of our lovemaking.

Awakening later that evening, I find I am no longer bound, my body bearing only the marks where the ropes had bitten into my skin, my joints stiff and sore. Upon the pillow next to mine, lay a single, long-stem red rose, its thorns pricking softly into the fabric.

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I’d been paying for domination sessions with Mistress Allison for nearly 2 years. Paying heard earned cash to be humiliated, to be beaten, slapped, spat on, degraded and generally treated like shit. And I loved it. I had even had a double Domme session with her friend Mistress Gillian. I had really enjoyed that and had hoped she could arrange another or even better a session in front of multiple people. I got so hard at the thought of being dominated and humiliated in front of people. Men or women. Men? Well that was my ultimate I guess, and I had been trying to get Allison to arrange with one of her other clients to come in on our session and have me debased by having to suck his cock, lick his balls, lick his ass and take his cum on my face. No luck so far though.

When I made my latest contact to arrange a session Allison’s reply, whilst agreeing was a little out of the normal as she agreed to the time and date but told me to meet her in front of a shopping centre in the city centre. Intrigued I agreed and waited for the Saturday morning to arrive.

Mistress Allison was not what you would call a regular beauty. She was in her mid forties, overweight, rough looking, with short, dark, spiky hair and not the kind of woman I would be seen dead with. But her mind was perhaps the sexiest, kinkiest mind I had ever encountered and there was very little the woman was not up for trying or doing, I couldn’t comment on her prowess in bed as that had never been our relationship but I could imagine she would be very talented there. She seemed to adopt any role perfectly and the role she had with me was a cruel, sadistic bitch that got off on humiliating, embarrassing and degrading me. Our early sessions had very much been led by myself and the feelings I wanted to experience but soon enough Allison took over and I was left to follow.

I got off the bus and walked briskly towards the shopping centre, more than aware that I did not want to keep Mistress Allison waiting. Unfortunately on my way I bumped into an old friend who insisted on catching up with all my news. Exasperated I eventually managed to escape the tedium of his conversation but had lost 1 minutes from my day. I hurried towards the shopping centre, almost running.

I got my first surprise of the day when I arrived to find her sitting on a wooden bench out the front of the building with her blonde friend Gillian (who was also a heavy set woman, but thinner and prettier and younger than Allison). I walked up to them stood before them and bowing my head greeted them.

“Hi Mistress Allison, Mistress Gillian.”

Gillian suppressed a giggle but kept a straight face and Allison glowered at me and responded.

“Worm, you are a minute late, was it your intention to make me angry? If it was you are going to regret it.”

I started to apologise but was swiftly told to be quiet and make my tribute. I dug out my wallet and paid her for her and Gillian’s time in full view of hundreds of shoppers. Just doing that sent a thrill through me and I began to understand why Allison had done this in public.

“So where’s The Cunt today?”

‘The Cunt’ was my girlfriend of many years Julie. She was everything Allison wasn’t, younger, slimmer, beautiful and with a high paying job but I am afraid she very reserved in bed and all matters of sex. The wildest thing we had ever done was for me to fuck her doggy style and that was only once and Julie felt bad afterwards. Allison and I had often spoken of Julie during our sessions and early on I had been trained to refer to her and think of her only as ‘The Cunt’. I had shown Allison pictures of Julie, played her messages of what she sounded like on my phone so it felt like Allison knew Julie almost as well as I did and had hated her with a passion as soon as she had set eyes on her.

“She’s got a Trade Show in America, away for the week.”

Julie’s Trade Show’s and business trips were the times I mostly visited Allison.

Allison sneered at me and said to Gillian.

“Yeah? I bet she’s away over there fucking some guy and telling him all about her pathetic, loser boyfriend back home!”

They laughed about that, then Allison shot her right hand out and grabbed my balls through my jeans and pulled me close in. I didn’t know if any of the shoppers or passer-by’s had noticed but as she intensified her vice like grip it wasn’t my main consideration as she hissed up to me.

“Why don’t you text her that you love her. Right now.”

I got my mobile out as Allison continued to squeeze my nuts and texted Julie that I loved her. Allison and Gillian laughed and finally she released her grip on my crotch.

“Right then worm, we’d better get started, lots for us to do. You can kick things off by getting down on your knees and kissing both our shoes.”

I glanced around, despite being a busy Saturday afternoon (or perhaps because of it) no one was paying the least bit of notice to what three people were doing at one of a number of benches bursa escort in our area. Taking a deep breath and praying not to be seen or recognised I dropped to my knees as if tying my shoelaces and placed a big, wet kiss on the tips of Mistress Allison’s knee high black boots then did the same to Gillian’s (which were thigh high beneath a daring mini skirt). Allison reached down, grabbed my hair and lifted my head up before spitting on my face and giving my cheek a hard slap. People definitely noticed that but I didn’t look anywhere other than into my Mistress’s face.

“Right then, let’s get going we’ve got lots to do, haven’t we Gillian?”

*

On instruction, I walked a couple of paces behind them, told to admire their arses. That wasn’t a hard task though one or two people (mostly women) did give me a few strange looks at me staring at their arses so obviously. Our first stop was at a seedy little newsagents down a side street in the city centre. Gillian went in then emerged with a bottle of coke and took a drink as she explained what I had to do.

“Right wimp, go in there and buy two of the hardcore gay porn magazines on the top shelf.”

That was it, that was her only instruction. But it was enough. I peered through the dirty windows and saw a youngish Pakistani man at the counter, another to his side loading a fridge.

“Well? What are you waiting for?”

Was all Allison had to bark to get me moving and enter the dingy shop.

From somewhere I found the resolve to move forward and push the door open to the shop. I nearly shit myself as a high pitched beep squealed out to indicate I had entered. Both shop workers looked up. I treated them to a nervous smile and moved over to the racks and racks of magazines. What a choice of depravity awaited me there: lesbian magazines, hardcore magazines, bondage magazines and yes, gay magazines all sat on that long, high top shelf. I could feel I was being watched as I scanned the magazines, knew they would see where my gaze was and was being judged for it already. I froze for a moment, found it hard to breathe, how could this be so hard? But I knew the answer, once I lifted those pornographic homosexual magazines and took them to the counter I would be judged, would be looked down on, pitied or derided by strangers. I heard voices laughing outside, no doubt Allison and Gillian enjoying my discomfort but it snapped me from my paralysis and I reached up and lifted “YOUNG, HUNG AND FULL OF CUM” and “STUDS” both sporting covers that left no doubt about the kind of person who would buy them. I hurried to the counter and paid for them, unable to meet the Pakistani shop assistant’s eyes, silently cursing as he took ages to locate the bar code, and then it didn’t scan and he took longer ringing the sale up manually. I could feel myself burning up with shame and embarrassment and took the thin striped bag with my porn from him and nearly ran from the shop.

My two tormentors were waiting on me.

“What took you so long worm? Too much choice was there? Yeah, I know your fantasies too well. Let us see them then.”

So as we walked up the narrow street back to the busy shopping precinct I handed over the magazines and the women flicked through them making constant reference to the size of the models cock, in particular how they dwarfed my own small cock. And they were right, I sneaked a glance and the men in the pictures had huge dicks that mine would have looked tiny next too. The thought gave me an erection (or was it looking at the muscular young men?). Despite having bought the magazines they went in Gillian’s large handbag.

Gillian offered me her bottle of juice for a drink, I declined needing a piss myself but Mistress Allison sensed this and ordered me to drink the rest of the bottle and from there on I was feeling uncomfortably full bladder wise.

Our next stop after five minutes walk was an Ann Summers shop. This was on a main street so as Allison and Gillian headed straight in I could not help but glance around nervously as I followed them in.

And once again I did not know where to look, I was surrounded by sexy underwear, sex toys and a hundred other items designed to make me feel uncomfortable in public. Not that Allison and Gillian were similarly encumbered. They headed straight for rows of sexy panties and were sifting through them purposefully. The shop was reasonably quiet but there were a few other customers and a few sales assistants.

“Hey bitch, get over here!”

Allison’s call out seemed way too loud to me as I reacted and hurried over to them, passing a couple of teenage girls that for sure had heard what Allison had called me and how I had reacted. She was still speaking too loudly for my liking when I arrived.

“What do you think to these Gillian, think they suit him?”

Allison had a pair of shocking pink panties, with a lacy white frill in her hands and held them against my crotch.

“Yeah çanakkale escort Ali, looks the right size for him.”

“Erm Ladies, can I help?”

A young female sales assistant (name badge Kelly) had arrived on the scene and I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me as Allison unloaded her story.

“Oh yes you can, you see our friend here has just admitted to us that he likes to cross dress and being the kind souls we are we said we’d help him out getting a nice pair of sexy panties.”

All three women were looking at me as I nodded unconvincingly, realising that my Mistress expected me to play along with the humiliation. As Kelly gushed with stories of how they were getting more men coming in there and how brave I was and other shit about liberation I just held onto the panties and tried not to be sick. So I went up to the till and paid for them and once I had Allison asked Kelly if I would be allowed to go and change into them in the changing room (this seemed to amuse the checkout girl (Sarah), especially when she assented and Allison gave me the panties and pointed me towards the changing area. So between Allison, Gillian, Kelly and Sarah and the two ladies in the queue behind me there was quite a crowd waiting for me when I emerged a couple of minutes late, my boxers in my hand and enjoying the silky feel of the panties against my crotch.

“How are they?”

Asked Kelly, God she was so earnest

“Um Good?”

“Do you guys need anything else?”

Allison answered for us.

“Yeah, I could do with a new strap on, eh bitch?” adding this with a hard slap to my backside that shocked the other girls and made Gillian burst out laughing!

*

Half an hour we spent in that place and I was completely deflated and humiliated as I exited and desperate for a pee too. Something that Allison had been counting on.

“God, what’s wrong with you worm? You’re hoping about like your feet are on fire.”

“Please Mistress I need to visit the loo urgently.”

“Aww do you need to go pee pee?”

All I could do was nod to her condescending baby talk.

“Well you can go, right here and now.”

We were standing in the centre of the pedestrian precinct. I looked around aghast at the suggestion but also knowing that I desperately needed to go and that this would be just the most humiliating thing ever. I’m sure my cock visibly twitched at the thought of it.

“But I can’t…”

I got no further as my bladder lost control and I pissed my new panties, standing before them. They openly laughed and pointed to the growing dark, damp spot at the crotch of my jeans and as it dribbled out the legs of them. People passing by noticed too and some stared, some hurried away, some laughed and some stopped to watch. I was so ashamed.

“Oh you’re a bad boy bitch, I think Mistress Gillian might want to punish you for that.”

It had been a standing joke since the time Gillian sat in on one of our session how she had really enjoyed whacking my bare ass with anything at hand ( belt, crop, hand) and she had struck harder than Allison ( I had been forced to decide who struck harder). Anyway, Gillian took my hand and walking like someone who had just pissed his pants I feebly went with her as she led me down a small alley up the side of a pub and pushed me over a large bin. There she pulled my trousers and panties down to my ankles and proceeded to spank the hell out of my ass. I mean she turned it red raw and I was literally crying by the time she finally came to a halt with a sore hand.

“Now get dressed bitch, we’ve got one last stop to make and I think you’ll like it, not too much though!”

With that enigmatic comment I pulled up my soiled underwear and jeans and waddled after them as they headed further away from the commercial centre of the city. It was quite the trek to make with the signs of having pissed yourself so visibly obvious and I attracted plenty of attention en route. But finally Allison led us into a dirty, run down bar that I knew had quite the sordid reputation. She went straight up to the guy behind the bar and had a long conversation with him before beckoning me to come forward.

“Give the man £20 bitch.”

I didn’t argue, just forked over the cash.

“OK, go on back, Allison you know where it is, you two can go with him if you want, I’ll get someone through quick as I can.”

This mystery was resolved as I was led through the back of the pub and we entered a door marked PRIVATE which once opened revealed a basic toilet, sink and a hole at the back wall. To be precise a gloryhole. The girls were looking at my face for the moment when the penny dropped and laughed when it did. The walls in this room were covered in foul graffiti and all sorts of lewd offers and claims. Allison handed me a black marker and said.

“I want you to put The Cunt’s name and number up on the wall, hopefully might rize escort drum a bit of business up for her!”

Sadly, I knew just what Mistress Allison wanted to see so I found a patch of clear wall space and printed the words “JULIE ADAMS IS A CHEAP WHORE AND TAKES IT IN ANY HOLE FOR A TENNER” then wrote her real mobile number under my words.

“Good work, now get your kit off and man the hole, who knows what might come through it!”

As was customary when I undressed before Mistress Allison the size of my cock was mocked. So as I folded my shirt and still damp trousers and panties in the corner and dropped to my knees in front of the glory hole Allison and Gillian were making jokes at my expense and flexing their pinkies implying they were bigger than my member ( they weren’t but it would be a close run thing).

As I waited I couldn’t stop my eyes lifting to the vile things I had written about Julie, I felt an extreme mixture of guilt and arousal and felt my small cock start to harden. And then movement on the other side of the wall, feet shuffling, a zip being lowered and a long, thin cock was pushed through the hole. I gave a start and looked at it, its engorged purple tip had a wet sheen to it. I looked up at Allison to find her with her mobile phone out, recording this and she nodded impatiently at me, indicating I should get started forthwith. Hesitantly I reached my hand up and wrapped my fingers around it and began to slowly pump it back and forth which elicited a satisfied grunt from the unseen recipient.

I found it the strangest sensation, having another man’s cock in my hand, it was hypnotic pushing it back then pulling it forward and feeling it jerk to more erectness under my touch. But I knew that more than a hand job was required so I eventually released my grip and shuffled forward on my knees and opened my lips and took the strangers cock between them and start to suck on it. Allison took pictures but other than that it was silent on our side and I sensed that both she and Gillian was to some degree entranced by watching me, there was no joking now it seemed like everyone was holding their breath. Then I had to as the cock pushed further in and I gagged on it, my first deep throat as it prodded at the back of my throat.

I felt such revulsion at myself for doing this and even more that I was so evidently aroused by it. I wanted to reach down and play with myself as I continued to greedily suck on the cock in my mouth. It was slippery and I could taste pre-cum oozing from its bulbous tip, a heady mixture of this and my own saliva spilled from the corners of my mouth to the dirty tiles beneath me. I looked (with dick still jammed in my mouth) at the lewd graffiti about my girlfriend and wondered what she would make of seeing me like this then looked the other way and stared into the camera that Mistress Allison was recording me on wondering how she would use this footage. A shiver of excitement went through my entire body at the thought of my humiliation being seen by others, perhaps even people I knew.

Then I felt the anonymous cock in my mouth begin to shake and pulse much harder than before and I heard a couple of load groans from the other side of the glory hole and then I felt the first thick spurts of cum splatter on the inside of my mouth. Instinctively, I made to pull my head back but hands grabbed my neck and hair and held me in place, Mistress Allison and Gillian determined that I would take the whole load of unknown cum in my mouth. I had no choice but to just kneel there and have my mouth and throat filled with a seemingly never ending series of sprays of the thick, cloying stuff, nearly gagging as it began to slip down my gullet until finally he was done and through the hole he slapped his now flaccid, sticky dick on my lips before removing it from the hole completely, I heard his retreating steps and the hands were taken from my head and I could pull back from the glory hole.

“Well worm, was that everything you had dreamed of?”

I knelt there before them, humiliated but aroused and meekly nodded.

“Good, you can finish yourself off, wank onto the floor then lick it all up!”

The two of them stood over me and each smoked a cigarette and spoke about banal and mundane everyday things like what they would have for tea and what they were doing that night whilst I knelt between them and jerked off, that more than anything else that day made me feel pathetic and worthless, that I was a piece of shit not worthy of their attention. And it spurred me to cum all the quicker spraying my own seed on the dirty floor of that obscene cubicle. They didn’t even look up. But I knew better than to disobey my Mistress so without having to be told again I lowered my head and licked my own cum from the floor where I had spilled it, my own seed mixing with the taste of the anonymous guy’s cum.

Allison’s voice told me that our session was over as she addressed me.

“Finished? Good, get dressed then and you can by us a drink.”

Five minutes later Gillian, Allison and myself were sat at the bar sipping on drinks speaking about when I would like to visit with Allison next. I was distracted though, my eyes roaming the pub and it’s denizens wondering which, if any, of the characters I had just sucked off and swallowed their cum. I was never to know.

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This is my first submission, I hope you like it.

Oh and sorry that it’s this short, but it’s based on one of my short fantasies.

Of course I’ll write more if you people like it or I get another idea.

But now, have fun reading.

*****

I wake up, as I feel two nearly identical pairs of soft boobs slide slowly along my body. I hear two girls giggle and feel the bed shift a little as my beautiful friends “wake” me up with a simultaneous kiss on each of my cheeks. I slowly open my eyes and directly look into two angelic faces, a pair of light green eyes to my left, Sara, and a pair of pale blue ones on my right, Anna. Both with perfectly identical scarlet hair.

I nod and they immediately go to work, Sara starting to kiss me, her sweet tongue wrestling with mine as Anna moves our bed sheets away to reveal our naked bodies. She knows what she has to do with her masters morning wood, as she gently kisses the tip, licking her way down and back up, slowly sucking it inbetween her full lips, as I moan into her sisters sweet mouth. Anna slowly takes in more and more of me until she buries her perfect little nose into my trimmed pubes. As she starts to suck more on my manhood and to play with my balls, her sister moves onto me, not breaking our passionate kiss.

As Sara positions herself to align her sweet sanctuary with my spear, Anna lets go off me with a loud and naughty pop.

She proceeds to gently guide my well lubricated cock into her sisters pussy, her sister squealing in delight as she feels me filling her, finally breaking the kiss and moaning in a husky voice: “Thanks, sis.”

As she pushes herself upwards to start riding me. Her sister joins her and hugs her from behind, gently cupping her breasts with one hand as she teases the clit of her sister with the other, gently kissing her neck, sucking on it so it leaves a mark on her pale as they both rock up and down an ever increasing pace. My hands gently grab Anna’s soft and bubbly butt and the other supple breast of her sister. Encouraging them both without escort acıbadem words to move faster. Soon Sara can’t resist our combined assault any longer as she cums, spasming and pouring out her sweet nectar all over my crotch, after which she rolls off me and leaves me to her sister as she catches her breath.

Anna, now needing to be filled doesn’t wait for my approval as she immediately starts to ride my manhood hard and fast, ramming herself over and over again against my crotch, gyrating her hips and cupping her breasts, as I grab both her buttcheeks with my hands, pulling them apart and letting go off them again and again, making her butt jiggle for her sister. Soon Anna spasms too and cums as I fill her up with my own cum. Soon all three of us cuddle against each other as we doze off.

I wake up, alone, hearing the shower and I assume that the twins are showering. Then I hear a moan, I get up and go into the bathroom. Entering it I see two nude girls in the shower, Sara, I presume, frightened and shivering, whilst the other, Anna, quivers and moans, as she holds the shower head between her legs. Then I hear her moan again, louder, I see her collapse and spasm. It’s obvious that she is having an orgasm.

I nod to Sara, who pulls her back up and guides her out of the shower, rubbing her dry and then drying herself. I grab Anna’s hair, yank her up and she’s barely able to stand.

I say: “What were the rules again?”

Anna answers, stuttering: ” F-first, do-don’t wear clothes unless ne-necessary. S-second, only pleasure our master and ourselves. T-third, d-don’t m-masturbate u-unless w-we are allowed to… I am sorry, master, d-don’t p-punish me, please…”

I see a single tear forming in her eyes, as she fights with the knowledge that I will punish her.

“You broke the rules, Anna, you need to be punished. ” I say, in a tone of a disappointed father, not like an angry master. I add: “Sara, bring her to the room and tie her up like last time.”

I escort bağdat caddesi turn around and leave the bathroom. A smile on my lips as I go to the kitchen to make myself a coffee.

Later, a while after Sara returned, I ask her: “Did you turn off the lights in there?”

She answers: “I did, master.”

I smile as I get up, Sara kneeling in front of me.

“Well then, let’s punish that naughty girl.” I say, immediately going out of the room as Sara follows me obediently.

I go down a flight of stairs and open a heavy door, it always amazes me that the girls can close it. I enter the dark and soundproof room, hearing a girl whimper and an aroused scent filling the air. I use the light switch and can see Anna. She’s tied up, her feet barely touching the ground, her legs spread, her arms high above her head. I can also see, and smell, her arousal, her nipples are hard and her pussy is dripping wet. Small droplets of either water or her sweat run down her legs, her eyes closed. Knowing her punishment will be harsh.

“Sara, would you kindly get me some icy water?”

I say as I start to walk around Anna. She looks beautiful like this, her long scarlet hair reaching the small of her back, her bubbly butt straining and keeping her standing. Her long legs stretched out and spread. Her boobs protruding out from the side of her back, just a bit saggy. I stop and grab her butt, a whimper is coming from Anna, fearing the coming pain as I raise my hand and slap her left buttcheek hard. She moans in pleasure and discomfort as I slap her right buttcheek too, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin. I go to her front. Her face flushed red, her eyes a bit teary and some strands of her hair hanging into her face.

I ask: “What are you Anna?”

“I’m your slave, master!” She cries out.

I grab her face and come closer, turning her head to face me.

“Why have you broken my rules then?”

I slap her and harshly grab her boobs. “You’re escort kozyatağı a slut not a slave, Anna, you crave pleasure, not to serve me.”

I pinch her nipples. “You’re a terrible liar, Anna.” I start to pull her nipples as I twist them.

“I…hmm…am sorry, master!” I let go off her boobs to grab into her crotch, finding her to be very wet.

“This turns you on, you submissive slut, doesn’t it?”

Anna only nods at that and moans.

Just as Sara enters the room, a bowl filled with water and ice cubes in her hands, I turn away from Anna. I grab a cane and swing it at her thighs. Wincing in pain she jerks up and suddenly only hangs at her wrists. She drops down again and is barely able to steady herself on her toes as I grab an ice cube and rub it against her nipples. I grab another ice cube and rub both ice cubes against her nipples, twisting and turning them as Anna moans in pleasure.

I say: “Sara, would you please take an ice cube or two and do what I just did?”

Sara nods and immediately follows my command as I back up and move behind Anna, yank back her hair and force open her mouth. I push in one ice cube, onto her tongue, and proceed to rub the other along her lower lips.

I know she loves this as she moans and bucks more and more and I deny her an orgasm and say: “You already got one, you naughty girl.”

I start to finger her with my cold fingers, and rub the nearly molten ice cube against her butthole, lubricating it well and preparing her for the next step. “You know where dirty sluts get fucked, don’t you, Sara? Tell me again, I forgot.” I say.

Sara answers: “Yes, sir, dirty sluts get fucked into their assholes without mercy. Preferably in a sex dungeon and by their twin sister with a strap on.” She giggles after the last part, knowing full well that it’ll please me to see that.

“Yes, Sara, they do deserve that.” I answer and hand a strap on to my obedient slave, nodding and smiling.

She slips on the strap on and pushes it against her twin sisters butthole, gently pushing in and moaning.

She says, with an apologetic but lustful tone: “I am so sorry, sis, but master says it’s necessary. ”

Anna just moans in discomfort as I take her face in my hand and tell her: “We’re going to fuck your disobedience out of you, slut.”

I slap her and leave her there, together with Sara, knowing that she’ll get the pounding she deserves.

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You walk up to me at my computer in our home office wearing a mini skirt and no top and say “Get up and come with me if you know what’s good for you.”

Recognizing what you are doing I stand and say “Yes Mistress.”

You lead me into our basement dungeon and tell me to strip. I do as you instruct. You place a cock ring and blindfold on me. You lead me over to one of the bondage racks I’ve built for us and bend me face down onto it. Then you strap my arms and legs to the uprights with me laying face down so I can’t move. This leaves me completely exposed for your pleasure.

You walk around me dragging your nails across my back and ass as you do so.

“Oh we are going to have fun tonight. Well, at least I am.” You say as you slap my ass hard.

“I think your little boy cunt needs a bit of softening up. Don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress.”

You then proceed to take a switch to my ass making it very red and sore. Finally you target my ass hole with light strokes of the switch. This drives me mad with lust.

When you’ve gotten your fill of that you apply some soothing oil to my ass and start to rub it in. Without warning you shove a finger up my ass hole “What düzce escort a tight little boy cunt you have. I’m going to have fun making you my bitch!”

You increase the number of fingers in me to 2 then 3, stretching me as you do so. Suddenly you pull your fingers out and shove a rather big dildo up my ass hole. This makes me grunt and squirm with pleasure.

“You like being fucked don’t you? How would like to suck a big black cock?”

“Yes Mistress I would.”

You shove the dildo as far as it will go in what you call my boy cunt.

“I bet I could turn you in to a fine little fagot, couldn’t I?”

“Yes Mistress.” I knew better than to disagree with her.

As you run your nails down my back again the door bell upstairs goes off and you leave to answer it wearing very little. I heard the door open and close and then footsteps coming down the stairs to our dungeon. I can sense others in the room but no one said a word but you “Undress!”

is all you say.

I am straining my ears trying to hear anything that will tell me what is going on but to no avail. Suddenly someone is fucking me again with the edirne escort dildo. As it was starting to feel very good to me it is yanked out hard. Then I feel something else pressing up against my ass hole.

What ever it is feel very warm and big. Much bigger that the dildo had been. It starts to push me open wider and wider and then is in me sliding deeper and deeper until I realize that it is a real cock fucking me. A big one at that.

My own cock is extremely hard and dripping an almost continuous stream of clear liquid. Every time the cock in my ass hole slides in it causes my cock pump out more pre-cum.

“I have something for you to moisten with you mouth. Open wide!”

As I do a cock is forced into my mouth. This was a fantasy of mine but I never thought it would ever come to pass. And now I was chocking on a rather large cock. It tasted better than I could have imagined so I sucked it for all I was worth.

“That’s enough.” My mistress said as she yanked the blindfold off of my eyes. When my eyes adjusted to the light I saw a big black cock attached to a big black man standing in front of me. My mistress came elazığ escort into view and took off what little she had on.

“Get me ready.” She commanded the black stud I had been sucking. He drops to his knees behind her and proceeds to lick her ass hole and finger her cunt. When he is done he sticks his finger in my mouth so I can suck the taste of your pussy off of his finger. Then he walks up to you and you let him slide his big black cock deep into your ass hole making sure I can see everything.

As he is fucking you who ever is behind me is fucking me at he same time.

This goes on for a while and you have an explosive orgasm and make lots of noise. You slide off of him and grab his cock. You bring it over to me and shove it in my mouth saying “Suck the taste of your Mistress’s ass hole of of this cock. Suck it good and maybe he’ll cum in your mouth.”

The cock in my mouth tastes of you and him at the same time. I can’t get enough as I take him down my throat from time to time.

As the two men fucking me start to move faster and faster you grab my cock and stroke me at the same pace. I’m completely overwhelmed. My senses are on overload.

I loose control and cum convulsing my mouth and ass hole as I do. This causes the two men fucking me to cum as well. It is the single most intense sensation I have ever felt.

The cocks slide out of me leaving me dripping cum out of all of me. I am completely exhausted and totally satisfied.

“Happy Birthday darling.” you whisper in my ear.

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