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Monday

I get home about an hour before you, my lover, my life, my Goddess. Although lover is probably not the most appropriate term anymore. It’s been over two months since I’ve had intercourse with you. It’s also been over 6 weeks since I was allowed a full uninhibited orgasm.

It’s been so long that I’ve almost forgotten what it feels like. My balls and cock feel full of cum, just waiting to be allowed to explode free. A single loving caress from your hand is almost enough now for my cock to start drooling pre-cum like a dog salivating over a bone.

As is my routine now, I undress as soon as I’m in the front door. Naked but for the metal chastity cage. I then put on the black and pink leather collar. My nakedness, the collar and chastity cage are a constant reminder of my servitude. This in turn, coupled with my enforced abstinence, keeps me at a near constant state of arousal. My cock constantly straining at its cage.

I start dinner. For this I am allowed to don an apron. Somehow it seems even more obscene cooking in just the apron with my ass still fully exposed, almost framed by the apron. With dinner cooking away, I assume my greeting position opposite the door. On my knees, head to the floor, ass in the air, balls dangling in between my open, spread legs.

You must be running late. Probably some meeting over ran at the school where you work. I hold the position for what seems like eternity but is probably only 30 minutes or so. It’s enough for pins and needles to start sending my legs to sleep. Then I can hear your footsteps coming down the hall. The jingle from your bangles. The keys taken from your bag. All the while my cock tries to harden in its cage. I love the anticipation of your return. I wonder what mood you will be in; happy and playful, tired and in need of a massage, or perhaps pissed off and angry, with some excess frustration to vent or maybe you’ll just want more of a vanilla night. Perhaps just watch a film snuggled upon the sofa.

The door opens. I keep my face to the floor. I hear you walk in and throw your bag on the floor. You slam the door.

“Uh oh, this doesn’t sound good,” I think to myself.

“What a fucking day!” you say, “Those kids are driving me insane!”.

As you say this, you have walked behind me and tap the inside of my thighs with your foot. I spread my legs wider. My balls hanging impotently between them.

“I’m sorry darling but there is just one who is such a spoilt little brat!”.

With this you take half a step back then kick my balls hard. A direct hit. The pain is intense. Not only the pain from the testicles themselves but the all-encompassing ache from inside. It takes my breathe away. I collapse rolling onto my side.

“Get up!” you say, firmly yet not quite shouting.

I struggle back to my knees. Blood rushing back into my legs. Your foot on my back forcing my head down again assuming the same position as before.

“I tell you, that kid could do with a bit of this, then he wouldn’t be so goddamn cheeky and I wouldn’t have to do this!”

With that another blow is delivered. Luckily not quite a direct hit. The balls somehow managing to escape the brunt of the kick. It’s still enough to make me involuntarily grunt but not enough to make me collapse. Obviously, your game is to make me collapse, so another kick is delivered this time another direct hit. Down I go, rolling on the floor, instinctively grabbing my precious balls.

You give me a moment, before saying to me “Open your legs and put your hands behind your back.”

I look up; and start to slowly comply.

“Don’t look at me” you say, “and don’t make me ask you twice!”

I speed up, rolling on to my back with my arms behind me, I tentatively spread my legs.

“Wider.” you command.

I slowly open my legs a bit wider.

“As wide as you can.”

I spread them further apart. While I am doing this, you have slipped off your shoes. You place your bare foot on my balls. Your toes playing with my cock through the bars of the cage.

“How was your day anyway, darling?” you ask. Before I can gather my breath to answer, you add, “Good, I can smell dinner, how long until we can eat?”

“Good thank you, my love” I gasp “work was ok. Dinner will be ready in about 5 minutes.”

“Good boy.” you say, “if I wasn’t in such a bad mood, I might have spared you this for being such a good boy, but that kid has really wound me up and this is such good therapy”

“Yes, my love” I respond.

“You love this though don’t you?” you say.

“Yes, my love,” I respond “I love anything that makes you happy, my love”

“It would make me happy for you to thank me for kicking you in the balls and also beg that I do it again.” All the while your foot massaging my cock and balls.

“Thank you, my love.” I immediately respond, “I love it when you kick my balls, my love, the pain is nothing compared to the stress you must be feeling after such a tough day. Please my love, I beg of you, kick me again, I’m sure kastamonu escort you will feel better for it”

“I’m certain I will.” you say and then stamp on my balls three times in quick succession.

Although the force isn’t as hard as the kicks, all three connect.

“I’m going to have a shower, get dinner dished up” you call, wandering off to the bedroom to get changed, leaving me writhing on the floor, grunting and moaning. Trying to rub my balls better, as if that does them any good.

I slowly get to my knees. As you are in the apartment now, I must crawl from one place to another, so I slowly get to my knees and crawl from the hall down to the kitchen. I hear the shower turn on as I struggle to pull myself up the kitchen cabinets until I’m upright again, feeling somewhat queasy, my balls aching all the way inside to my very core.

After a few minutes I hear the shower stop so I start dishing up dinner. I hear you call me. I get back on my knees and crawl across the hard floor into the bedroom. You are standing there wrapped in a towel holding up two outfits.

“As you can tell, I’m in a punishment mood today” you say; “which outfit do you want?”

A small concession we had agreed was if you were just going to punish me, my reward was to be able to select the outfit you would wear while administering the pain. In your left hand you hold the black rubber dress with the cut-out holes for your smallish but firm and beautifully proportioned tits and in your right a pair of chaps with a leather bra and thong. I love the way your tits swing when administering a beating, so I select the left hand.

“Very well, although I always struggle getting into this one which is unlikely to improve my mood!” you say, “You’ll eat out of the dog bowls tonight”

I crawl back through to the kitchen, take out the dog bowls, filling one with water and tipping my food into the other. I’m allowed to stand while carrying things, so I walk over to the table, placing your plate down. Along with a glass of wine. I then retrieve the bowls placing them next to the table on the floor. I then kneel by the table, head bowed, legs spread and hands open on my thighs. My useless cock and balls hang throbbing between my legs. The balls still hurting from their previous beating.

You enter. You look stunning. My cock twitches uselessly in its cage. The dress comes down to about halfway down your thighs. The breasts uncovered, swaying slightly with every step. You pause when you come in surveying the room. I suspect you do this really because you like me looking and see me struggling not to stare.

“You look gorgeous.” I say.

“Thank you.” you reply, walking over to the table.

You stand and wait for me to push the chair out from the table so you can sit down.

“Thank you.” you say, taking your seat and begin eating.

After a couple of minutes, you tell me I can start. I dip my head down and begin to try to eat from the dog bowl. It is a very messy affair. By the time you have finished eating, which is my signal to stop, I have perhaps managed about a quarter of mine, with the same again smeared over my face from chasing the food round the bowl.

As I lean back, I glimpse the shadow between your legs. Even though I don’t get to see anything, to know your naked pussy is there, just out of reach, sends a glorious teasing shiver through me.

You laugh at the state of my face. You get up and walk out the kitchen, telling me to stay, as you would a naughty dog. You return a few seconds later with a leash, which you attach to my collar and walk away giving it a tug, saying,

“Come on messy pup, you need cleaning.”

You lead me out of the kitchen, through the bedroom to the en-suite. I’m expecting you to hose me down in the shower, so I hesitate when you point to the toilet bowl.

You see the hesitation so you pull the leash down and say “Messy pups drink from toilet bowl so that’s where you should put your dirty face.”

I comply, kneeling at the toilet, I lower my head into the bowl. Even this utter humiliation, uncomprehendingly to me, begins my cock twitching in its cage. I feel you grab the hair at the back of my head and lift my head out slightly.

“I saw you hesitate. For that, you get to lick the rim.” you say, “Do it!” you command.

I put my tongue out and close my eyes feeling for the rim with my tongue. All the while my cock is pushing against the cage. My head hates this but my cock loves it. I can’t reconcile these paradoxical thoughts.

Your grip tightens and you push my face to the rim. My tongue touches the cold porcelain. A mix of stale urine and disinfectant. I set about my given task, some of my dinner drips into the toilet bowl. After a minute or two you take my head and while saying;

“Take a deep breath.”

You push my face into the water and flush the toilet. The water gushes around me, washing my face. As the flush subsides you pull my head, forcing kayseri escort it back up so I’m looking at you through toilet water blurry eyes, water dripping off me, no doubt some of my dinner is still trapped in my beard. You are smiling down at me.

“That was fun” you say “but it didn’t quite do the trick. You’ll have to go again.”

You wait for the toilet to finish filling. I see you looking down at my cock, which is as hard as it can be in its confinement.

“Perhaps you should always wash your face like this.” you say.

The toilet has finally finished refilling. Smiling you let go of my hair and say “I want you to flush your own head this time”.

I didn’t think this could get anymore humiliating. I lean forward and place my head in the bowl. With my right hand I reach up and find the flush.

“Press and hold.” I hear you command.

I press and hold the flush. After a second or two I feel your foot on my head pushing my face deeper into the bowl, ensuring nearly all of my head is covered by the rushing water. As the flush finishes you remove your foot and I pull my head up. You are laughing at me. I’m so turned on even with the cage I feel on the verge of cumming. You throw me a towel and tell me to dry myself and then come into the living room.

After drying myself, I crawl into the living room head down, stopping next to you and rock back on my heals. You are sat on the sofa with your legs up. The short dress almost revealing your naked, beautiful pussy to me. You are watching something on TV. It takes me a moment to realise what it is. It seems to be a “do it yourself” guide for administering corporal punishment.

After a few minutes you pause the video, take my leash and lead me across to the small dining room table. Here you nudge me to my feet before bending me, face down, over the table, so the top part of my torso is on the table; my head hanging clear on one side and my, hips, cock, balls and ass hanging clear on the other side. You attach my legs to the legs of the table so my legs are spread wide, my balls feeling even more vulnerable. You then tie my hands to the other legs of the table, so I am bent over, my legs straight and ass sticking out.

Without any warning, you smack my ass hard. You give it another 6 or 7 smacks, alternating cheek to cheek before stopping.

“Damn this hurts my hand.” you say.

You leave the room only to come back in with a range of potential corporal punishment devices – a cat o’ nine tails whip, one of my belts, a riding crop, a cane, a brush and a tawse.

You take a leather strap, tie it around my balls pushing them together and stretching them away from my cock. You then pull the strap up through my ass cheeks, up my back to attach at the collar at the back of my neck. This creates a tension between my neck and the pull of the strap on my balls. If I lean my neck back, lifting up my head, it releases some of the pull on my balls, letting them swing back into the relatively safety of between the legs. But should I let my head fall it pulls the balls back further making them stand proud of the legs; meaning a hit across my legs would also strike my balls.

You give them a friendly squeeze which makes me gasp out loud, before turning to your array of implements. I can just see out the corner of my eye you pick up the cat o’ nine tails, brushing your hand through the tails. You see me looking.

“Eyes front.” you say.

I turn my eyes. I hear you walk across to me, I feel a blindfold cover my eyes. I hear you turn and walk a step or two. And stop. No words spoken. I miss the sound of you returning just feel the smack and immediate stinging across both buttocks, taking my breath away. Before I can recover, a second blow arrives. I rear up against my restraints, and cry out half in surprise, half in pain. This brings the smacking to a stop.

I hear you walk into another room. You return shortly after. I feel material being stuffed in my mouth. I assume they are your dirty panties from the day. A taste of sweat and sex, slightly sour. A ball gag follows so I’m drooling into our panties, washing your taste deeper into my mouth.

You take a step back and land another blow, this glances slightly, catching my balls. I buck and scream into the gag. I feel the swish of air before the next one lands. A moment to brace momentarily, at least put my head back moving my balls out of harms’ way. The pain is bearable this time. Three more rain down in an even rhythm. My ass is burning now. The blows stop.

“Ah, I needed that.” I hear you say.

I feel you grab my balls. I feel what I think is your breath and then your tongue licking my swollen, tender balls. You feign to bite once or twice. I silently beg you not to. The hot, moist sensation disappears just as abruptly as it appeared. The moment of care, of pleasure extinguished in a fleeting moment.

I then feel a flicking sensation on my balls. Light as a feather but with small sharp sting kıbrıs escort which quickly fades. But my balls still remember their earlier beating. I’m genuinely a little frightened. After a few more, I feel your hands on my balls, squeezing them. It feels like you are examining them, seeing how swollen they are, how much more you think I can take. You let them go. My head is down, the strap still attached to my neck, keeping the balls exposed.

“I’m going to cane you now. Just once. But it will hurt.” you whisper in my ear.

I hear a few swishes in the air. I prepare as best I can for the strike, leaning as far back as I can, bringing my balls closer to the table, safely hidden. When it comes, it is more painful than I had imagined. But I am defenseless, my screaming out pointless, as is the pulling against the restraints.

“I told you it was going to hurt. But you wanted me to do that, right? It felt so good. I feel much calmer now. You did want me to do it didn’t you, my love?” you ask.

You lean forward and take the gag out of my mouth. You lean down and, with your teeth, pull the panties out of my mouth.

“Open your mouth.” you say. I obey.

I feel, what I assume is spit dribble into my mouth.

“Now answer me.” you say.

“Thank you, my love. Of course I wanted you to do it. Anything to make you please you, my love.” I reply.

You lean in and kiss me, deeply, passionately but it’s all over too quickly. You pull away saying “It was my pleasure” and ruffle my hair.

You pull my head towards one breast, then the other. Just enough to wet and stiffen your nipples. The key to my cage swinging from your necklace bouncing, mockingly, off my head. Then you pull away and release the strap connecting my neck and balls.

The next thing I feel is cold and wet dripping over my ass. I figure it is lubricant, which is soon confirmed by you pushing a finger into my hole. Quickly another one follows it. You finger fuck me like this for several minutes. I feel like I could cum right there and then. You seem to sense that I’m close to this as just when I start to think I can’t hold it in any more, you switch tactics and I feel a third finger enter. Then instead of thrusting in and out, it feels more like you are trying to push the opening wider. To allow the fourth. When the fourth goes in you hold your fist there. Making small in and out thrusts. Testing if there is any more give.

After a couple of minutes, the fingers are withdrawn. It feels like my hole is still open, gaping. Anyway, it’s quickly filled by a large butt plug. It takes a moment of coaxing but eventually it slips into place.

“That mark looks so hot” you say, your hand outlining the mark left by the cane.

I hear you walk away and sit down on the sofa. I don’t know how long you leave me there. It seems like hours. My limbs start to stiffen from being held in one place for such a length of time. My mind taking in what the body has endured during this evening. The pain making my skin hot. A sheen of sweat. The persistent attempt to gain an erection has returned. Skin bulging between the bars of the cage.

You get up and untie me. And then remove the blindfold. You tell me to stand. You go to your knees in front of me.

“For being so good I’m going to give you a treat.” you say.

You then take the key from between your breasts and unlock the padlock on the cage. You then take the cage off. To my surprise and great pleasure, you take my rapidly stiffening cock in your mouth, sucking up and down. You then take my cock out of your mouth and say,

“Do you want to cum tonight? Shall I let you cum?”

“Yes please, my love:” my voice barely audible.

You pump with one hand then take a few moments to suck before wanking again. Within moments I’m ready.

“Can I cum, please?” I ask.

You stop and release me. “Cum if you’re able then” you say.

My cock jerks uselessly a few times until a pitiful drizzle trickles out. No explosion of bliss only the mild release and immense frustration of the orgasm being ruined. You lean in scooping it up in your mouth. You pull me down to my knees as you get up, switching positions. Then you open my mouth and dribble the few drops of cum into my mouth. I swallow, you smile.

You then suggest we go to bed. You lead me by the collar back to the bedroom and handcuff me to the bed.

“So you’re not tempted to play with that.” you say, pointing at my still very erect cock.

After about 5 minutes you emerge from the bathroom naked. Beautiful. If my erection has subsided any, it leaps back with a vengeance. You uncuff me and then lead me into the bathroom.

“It was so fun earlier, I’m almost tempted to get you to flush your own head again. It was hilarious…” I’m not entirely sure it was directly because of the look of horror on my face but you then add, “You know what, you’re going to and I’m going to video it.” you say.

My heart sinks but my erection stays. There’s no doubting my arousal, even at this degrading suggestion.

“First piss in it” you say.

As if my humiliation wasn’t complete, trying to piss with a very erect cock is almost impossible. And hilarious to watch. I notice the toilet still has your piss in it too. You leave momentarily only to return with your phone and start filming the whole process. I give up pretty quickly.

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Pt. 04: The Turning Point

Over the next month, Ray and Allison’s love life settled into something of a groove. A couple times a week they would have sex at Allison’s discretion, which meant either Ray eating Allison’s pussy or Allison fucking Ray with a dildo. Ray was increasingly getting used to the strap-on, and starting to feel comfortable with it as a satisfying method of sex. If he was particularly horny he could even have something like a real orgasm, though Allison always found some reason to make him eat his semen as punishment when this happened. Ray also continued to watch porn frequently, and heeded Allison’s advice to try and focus on what the men were doing. Eventually, his piercing healed enough for it to be taken out, though Allison insisted that it still wasn’t safe for him to have sex or jack off yet. Allison swapped out his piercing for a slightly larger six gauge barbell, and his body gradually acclimated to the larger diameter.

While this new lifestyle would have been shocking to him a short time ago, Ray couldn’t deny how much better his life was after deciding to do whatever Allison asked of him. His daily routine—a diet of a morning smoothie, lunch salad, and light dinner, plus the regular running and yoga, eight hours of sleep, and regular work hours—left him feeling productive and energetic. He was getting more work done, earning more money, and losing weight by the fistfuls. Once a fairly solid 175 pounds, he was now down to a trim 155 and could see the gentle definition of his muscles in the mirror.

The one part of his life that he did find frustrating was a nagging work project that he had been dealing with for months now. He had been contacted by a new and slightly mysterious client who had wanted him to make a logo for a fledgling woman’s interest project.

Ray had started off designing something modern and minimal incorporating the female Venus symbol, which he was fairly proud of. But the client hated it and told him as much, saying that it looked too masculine. Ray tried again with a new design, this one an antique looking flower. He spent hours getting the colors exactly right, only to have the client reject it again, calling it too chaste.

This went on round after round, Ray’s professional pride leading him to work harder and harder on new designs, only to have them rejected with terse explanations. But despite all the rejection, the client kept paying for Ray’s time and requesting new designs. Eventually Ray had an idea that he particularly liked of a butterfly surrounded by stars. He couldn’t explain why it made sense to him, but it felt right. Sure enough, the client finally liked it enough to not reject it outright. After round upon round of increasingly specific revisions, the design evolved into a brightly colored and elongated butterfly with stars on its wings, at which point the client finally sent him an email that read simply, “Perfect. Great work.” Ray was ecstatic. It was the longest he had ever worked on a single project.

That night when Allison came home, he surprised her with an elaborate multi-course dinner and a nice bottle of wine to celebrate.

“What’s the occasion?” Allison asked, able to read Ray’s palpable excitement.

“Well, I finally finished a project for a really difficult client, and I’m really proud of the work I did.” He went on to describe the entire process while Allison listened intently.

“That’s so great, honey! I’m really proud of you,” she said when he finished. “Coincidentally, I’m glad we’re celebrating tonight because I just finished a big work project too. My team finally got a settlement on one of our biggest cases. 8.4 million dollars! More than anyone expected.”

Ray went flush when he heard this. Here he was bragging about finishing a little drawing, and Allison was leading an entire legal team on a huge case. Still, he was incredibly proud of her, and they finished their dinner with both of them in a great mood.

“You know what?” Allison said as she finished her fruit tart dessert, “To celebrate both of our good weeks, I think we need to go shopping this weekend!”

“Oh, good idea! That sounds like fun,” Ray replied.

“Especially with all the weight you’ve lost, you could use a whole new wardrobe.”

“Hm, I have noticed that some of my clothes no longer fit very well.”

“Plus, I think it’s time we updated your look. I have a few ideas.” Allison flashed him a mischievous smile.

“Well you know I trust you. Can’t wait!”

That Saturday Ray woke up early and went for a five mile run. As he drank the coffee and smoothie Allison had prepared for him, they discussed their coming day of shopping.

“Should we go to the Northside Mall?” Ray suggested.

“Mmm, I think Lakeshore Mall has better stores,” Allison countered.

“Sounds good.”

“Also, I have an assignment for you. There’s something I want you to do while we’re shopping.”

“Sure, what is it?” Ray asked hesitantly.

“Well, you know how you’ve been learning about how men can be good lovers by watching the men in porn?”

Ray nodded, still not sure where this was headed.

“I want you bahçelievler escort to do the same thing with how to look attractive. While we’re shopping, I want you to try and notice how guys are dressed and what they do to look good.”

Ray shrugged. “Sure, I guess that makes sense.”

Allison smiled. “Great! Let’s get ready then.”

Ray put on a simple t-shirt and jeans, his standard outfit for running errands. Allison dressed in a light blue halter top, frilly white skirt, and three inch wedges. She looked fantastic, and Ray was proud to have her at his side as they strolled through the mall. It didn’t escape Ray that multiple guys turned their heads at her wherever they went.

As they shopped, Allison explained to him that the style that would work best for his leaner body type was an edgier rock/punk look. Ray had never been one for flashy fashion statements, but he was enjoying the attention Allison paid him so much that he didn’t object to her opinions. She took him to some of the more modern, glam stores, and picked out for him a wardrobe of skinny jeans, graphic tank tops and shirts, and patterned button ups, all well-fitted to his newly trim frame. She also got him a pair of nice black round-toe boots with a substantial heel, which he liked because they made him feel taller. Allison also got a few things for herself—a plaid miniskirt and some fishnet stockings that Ray practically salivated imagining on her.

After a couple of hours of shopping, they took their bags and sat down to eat some cheap Chinese food.

“So, honey, what do you think of your new wardrobe?”

“I really like it! I mean, it’s a little more, um, ostentatious than I’m used to, but I’m excited to start dressing better for you.”

Allison smiled. “You’re sweet. Now, did you remember your assignment for the day?”

“Yeah, I mean, kinda. I tried to notice what other guys were wearing, but once we started buying a bunch of clothes I got pretty distracted.”

“That’s fair. Well, take a look around now and tell me what you see. Who do you think is the most attractive guy here?”

Ray scanned the food court, looking carefully at all the men in the vicinity. He felt unsure of himself, but finally he settled on a man sitting with two other guys to his left. “Um, that one over there,” he said, pointing discreetly.

Allison turned her head deliberately and looked for a few seconds. Ray began to feel self-conscious. “The guy in the blue shirt?”

Ray nodded.

“Pretty good choice. What makes him hot?”

“Well, uh, he’s tall, and he looks pretty muscular.”

“How can you tell he’s muscular?” Allison probed.

“Um, I guess because his clothes are kind of tight? You can see from the way his shirt fits.”

“Exactly. He’s wearing clothes that complement his body well. That’s what I’m trying to help you with. Of course, you’re not as muscular as him, so you’ll want to wear a different style of clothes.”

“Gee, thanks,” Ray said sarcastically.

Allison rolled her eyes. “Oh, relax. You know I think you’re cute. And you’re going to look even better with your new wardrobe.”

Ray chafed at being called cute by his girlfriend after she was complimenting another man, but he knew it was a minor gripe and he let it go.

Allison looked back at the man in the blue shirt. “What else do you think makes him look good?”

Ray snuck another quick look at him. “He has a pretty nice beard and a good hairstyle.” His brown hair was cut short, and styled with a little bit of gel, with a full, thick beard and no mustache. “It’s well-groomed but still masculine.”

“Good observation! You’re really getting it,” Allison said. She was still looking over at him.

“Quit staring!” Ray hissed. “He’s going to notice us.”

Allison laughed. “Oh, relax, no he’s not. And so what if he does?”

Ray glanced at the man again, and sure enough he turned his head in their direction. Ray quickly looked down at his plate in front of him. “Shit, he saw me looking.”

“Jesus, Ray, it’s not a big deal.”

They went back to their meal and started to plan the rest of their day, but a few minutes later Ray noticed someone approaching their table in his peripheral vision. It was the man in the blue shirt!

He cleared his throat, and both Ray and Allison turned towards him. “Sorry to interrupt your lunch,” he said in a deep baritone with a slight southern twang. “Hi, I’m Trent.”

“Hi Trent,” Allison said, smiling. “I’m Allison and this is Ray.”

“Looks like you two have had a busy day of shopping,” Trent said, looking at their bags. “I just moved to this neighborhood and haven’t been to this mall before, I was hoping you could point out where the movie theater is. This place is huge.”

Allison gestured behind her. “Down that direction, to the right when you get to the department store. What movie are you seeing?”

“Not sure, I was planning to go take a look and see if I saw something I liked,” Trent said, grinning as he stared at Allison.

“Well, I hope you see something you like,” Allison bağcılar escort responded coyly. “Maybe one of the new superhero movies.”

Trent chuckled. “Yeah, maybe. Thanks for help Allison. Nice to meet you Ray.” He smiled walked back towards his table.

Ray’s face was crimson with embarrassment. “Oh my God, he was totally flirting with you!”

Allison shrugged. “Maybe a little. It’s not a big deal, that kind of thing happens all the time.”

Ray dropped his chopsticks. “Wait, really?”

“Sure, pretty women get hit on constantly. I mean, not to toot my own horn, but—”

“No, you’re stunning. I guess I just didn’t occur to me that you had to fend guys off all the time. It makes me… kinda insecure. It seemed like you were flirting back a little bit?”

Allison gave him a sympathetic look. “You shouldn’t worry about it, sweetie, I was just being polite. You know I love you.”

Ray beamed and thought to himself how lucky he was to be with Allison. He would do whatever it took to keep her happy.

They finished their meal and shopped a little longer, and Ray got some flashy accessories, like a leather bracelet and a studded belt. Around 2:30, Allison announced that they were done shopping but had one more stop for the day. They got in the car and Ray thought little of it, until Allison pulled the car into the parking lot of Human Canvas.

Ray’s heart immediately began thumping in his chest as he started to sweat. Allison could tell he was nervous and tried to calm him down. “Relax, baby, it’s going to be okay. This isn’t a punishment like last time.”

Ray took a few deep breaths and climbed out of the car. Ray was both relieved and embarrassed to see Mark was the only one in the store again.

“Allison! Good to see you again angel!” he boomed, giving her a hug. “And Rob, how’s it going?” He shook Ray’s hand and nearly crushed it with his massive grip.

“Um, hi Mark, it’s Ray,” Ray mumbled, glancing down.

Mark shrugged.

“So glad you could squeeze us in,” Allison said.

“Of course! Now, we’re gauging up that Prince Albert today, correct?”

Ray gulped. Allison nodded.

“Alright then! Ray, get on up in the chair and drop trou.”

Ray undid his pants hesitantly and pulled them down to his ankles, then did the same for his briefs. He was embarrassed to expose his caged penis in front of someone, but he told himself that it wasn’t anything Mark hadn’t seen.

Allison took the key from her ankle and undid the cage. Without asking Ray, Mark immediately began manipulating the barbell and removing it. He spun in his chair and picked up a different barbell from his work table and cleaned it with alcohol.

“Now, this might feel a little tight because it’s substantially bigger, but your piercing is healed enough to accommodate it.”

He carefully slid the rod through Ray’s urethra and out the hole in the bottom. It felt snug and just a little uncomfortable, but not too bad. Mostly he was just flustered about having another man touching his dick, even if it was a professional with gloves. In another few seconds the new jewelry was secured, and Mark looked up at Allison.

“All done! Everything looks great, the tissue is healing perfectly. Anything else for today?”

Allison cocked her head. “Hmmm.” She ran her fingers idly through Ray’s hair. “I was thinking, baby…”

Ray’s heart immediately raced. “Yeah?”

“We could really complete your new rock star look if we got your ears pierced.”

Ray froze. He didn’t really want to get his ears pierced, and the whole rock star style still made him feel a little self-conscious. On the other hand, it was so much tamer than the piercing he already had, and to tell the truth he really hadn’t minded getting that one.

“But,” Allison continued, “if you really don’t want to you don’t have to.”

Ray pondered for a couple seconds before making up his mind. It was clear Allison wanted him to, and what was the point of all this if he was going to keep dragging his feet? Besides, it was just a couple of tiny holes, and if he didn’t like them he could stop wearing them whenever he wanted. Also, his hair was now so long that it completely covered his ears, so it’s not like anyone would notice them if he didn’t want them to. He took a deep breath.

“Why not? Let’s do it.”

Allison squealed with happiness and clapped hands. “Fantastic! You’re going to look so good, sweetie.”

“Ok then, what kind of studs? Fake diamond?” Mark asked.

Ray shrugged. “Yeah, um…” He looked up at Allison, who was grinning ear to ear.

“Gold studs,” she said confidently. Ray nodded in confirmation.

Mark got to work cleaning Ray’s earlobes, and then picked up his piercing gun. Ray closed his eyes and winced as he felt a sharp pinch in one ear, and then the other, and then felt them start to burn with a hot but bearable pain.

“All done, boss,” Mark said, chuckling.

“Oh, uh, thanks M—” Ray started before realizing that Mark was talking to Allison.

“Thanks so much, Mark, they look great. Here, Ray, ümraniye escort take a look.”

She handed Ray a hand mirror and he held it in front of his face. Two small gold spheres sat at the bottom of his earlobes, now bright red. He brushed his longish hair back behind his ears to admire them. They did look kind of cool. Maybe when they healed he’d only wear one in his left ear. “Yeah, they look great,” he said.

He pulled up his underwear and pants and started to get up from the chair.

“Actually, before you get up…” Allison trailed off.

Ray sat back in the seat. “What? Something wrong? Are they crooked?”

“No, silly. Your ears are fine. I just had an idea, but I’m not sure you’ll go for it.”

Ray once again got nervous. “What’s your idea?”

“Well, we’re already here, and—what would you think of a tongue piercing?”

Ray froze for a second. Did he hear her right? “Uhhhh, I don’t know about that, babe, that seems like a major decision,” he replied, trying to stall for time.

“Is it? It’s just another piercing. You’ve already got three,” Allison responded. She seemed so nonchalant about the idea. “And tongue piercings look so edgy. Besides, I’ve heard that getting head from someone with a tongue piercing feels great. Am I right about that, Mark?”

“Oh, that is absolutely right, trust me,” Mark said confidently. He stuck out his tongue to reveal a shiny silver ball in the center and let out a deep belly laugh. Ray sunk into his chair, mortified. “Also,” Mark continued, “it’ll hurt a little more, but it’s one of the fastest healing piercings.”

Allison raised her eyebrow expectantly at Ray. He decided to not give himself time to think.

“I’ll get the tongue piercing.” He exhaled, trying to calm himself.

“There we go! You got yourself a nice obedient boy there,” Mark teased him.

Allison was visibly giddy as Mark took a pair of forceps and marked the piercing point on Ray’s tongue. After a round of mouthwash and a quick countdown, he pushed a large needle through Ray’s tongue, then replaced it with a silver barbell. It was painful, but at this point Ray was pretty used to the feeling. When Mark removed the forceps, Ray moved his tongue around in his mouth. It felt bizarre to have a rigid piece of metal in there, and he wondered if he had done something he would regret.

“I’m so proud of you, Ray. I can tell you’re really trying to keep an open mind.” Allison leaned down and kissed him, which made Ray instantly feel better.

“Yeah, what’s the point of life without a little adventure?” Ray said, lisping as he tried to acclimate to speaking with his new accessory.

They walked out of the shop and were almost in the car when Allison turned around.

“Oops, be right back! Forgot something.”

She went back into the store. Ray watched through the window as she spoke to Mark for a few minutes. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was clear they were laughing about something. Ray began to feel embarrassed again and wondered if they were talking about him. Finally Allison patted Mark’s arm and waved goodbye. She had a broad smile on her face as she exited the shop.

“What were you talking about?” Ray asked cautiously.

“I forgot to get the care instructions for your new piercings!”

“That’s all? You were in there a while.”

Allison wrinkled her nose. “Jeez, relax honey! I was just thanking Mark for being so flexible. Piercing artists don’t just typically let their clients do things on a whim, you know. He really did us a favor.”

Ray shrugged and touched the new tiny gold globes sitting in his earlobes. “Yeah, I guess he did.”

**********

The new piercings were fairly easy to care for, and after a couple days of the tongue piercing feeling weird Ray quickly learned how to eat and talk with it. A few months ago he would never have even considered the idea of getting a piercing, and it was still shocking to him how comfortable he was having multiple ones.

Throughout his life, Ray had always taken a perverse pride in not caring much about his appearance or how he dressed. He had always told himself that people who spent time shopping and primping were vain and shallow, but with Allison’s program of self-improvement he had come to realize that that attitude was just an excuse for his own laziness. He was now taking pleasure in looking at himself in the mirror in the morning and picking out his outfits every day. It felt good to wear fashionable clothes that fit his athletic body. He even found himself shopping for new clothes in his spare time online, something he had always viewed as a waste of time.

He was also sleeping better and feeling healthier than he ever had. At first he had done yoga just to placate Allison, but now that he could feel himself getting more flexible he looked forward to it and enjoyed the sensation of deep stretching it gave him.

And yet, despite all this, Ray was beginning to feel a little frustrated. All of these changes had started as a way to fix their sex life, and months later Ray still wasn’t sure when they were going to try having sex again. Not that he felt dissatisfied, exactly—while he still found it a little bit humiliating for Allison to use a dildo on him, he had to admit that the orgasms he had from anal were more intense than anything he’d ever felt from his dick. And Allison certainly seemed to be enjoying herself more. Still, he wondered when he’d finally get to fuck Allison again like he wanted to.

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The trip back to Tina’s house took about four hours. Maria had been gone most of the day, getting a few supplies that she had kept hidden from the twins. On the way up, they all had discussed Tina’s newly discovered desires as well as what was going to happen that night. Gina and Maria had to work hard to keep Tina’s mind firmly on the plan. She had begun having second thought about getting revenge on Johnny, her own self doubts that he had implanted in her coming to the forefront. But the other two were firm in their conviction. Gina was so angry at him for what he had done to Tina. Not only the infidelity but also trying to crush her spirit. They weren’t going to do any lasting damage to him, she assured her sister. Just teach him a valuable lesson.

Maria had been in the backseat of the car, watching the two sisters interact with each other. It was an amazing sight to see. An almost living mirror as the twins would brush their hair back at the exact same time, scratch the same itch. Even move in sync, all without thinking. She had genuinely felt bad about what she had done to Tina but had recognized her reactions when Tina had orgasmed. The woman had loved what Maria had done to her.

The three pulled onto the street where Tina had lived and passed the house just as the door opened. Tina was shocked to see Debra Morgan, her next door neighbor, enter Tina’s house. Tina knew that Ron, her husband, wasn’t home, being away on business. The sight steeled her resolve again. Her eyes narrowed in anger and the other two had to stop her from getting out of the car right then to confront the other woman.

They drove up the block and parked at the neighborhood playground. The three ladies exited the car and made the short walk back, Maria carrying her duffle. Tina led the two others to the side door located in the garage and entered the house as quietly as they could. The sounds screams and moans greeted their ears. Gina glanced at her sister’s face and her eyes narrowed in anger yet again. Tina looked to be on the verge of tears, her lips quivering as what little light there was glistened off the moisture in her eyes. Gina grabbed Tina’s hand and squeezed it to reassure her. Tina nodded to Gina and both made their way to the bedroom followed closely by Maria.

The door was wide open and the sight of Debra riding Johnny greeted the ladies as they peeked around the doorframe. Debra was completely undressed and her tits were bouncing up and down with each thrust. Both she and Johnny had their eyes closed, enjoying the fucking, oblivious to the three standing there watching. Maria had taken out her phone and was recording what was happening in the bedroom. Right when it appeared that Johnny was about to shoot his load, Tina flicked on the bedroom light. Time stood still for a second as Debra, her eyes wide with shock, almost shot in the air, rolled off of Johnny, picked up her discarded shirt and tried to cover her nudity. Johnny’s eyes narrowed in furor as he leaped off the bed and started walking over menacingly, his five inch cock still twitching as if trying to finishing coming.

He paused when he realized that his wife was flanked by her sister and a Latina woman, both standing there with venom in their eyes. Tina looked to be about ready to explode in anger but her voice was eerily calm. “Hi Debra. Consoling Johnny in his time of grief?” Debra started fumbling for words when Tina practically ran over to her and slapped the other woman hard across the face. “You two faced little bitch! How long?” Debra, her hand touching her face, didn’t answer right away, too shocked to even think straight. Tina raised her hand, preparing to slap her again and screamed at her. “HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKING MY HUSBAND?!?”

“Two years.” Debra blurted out. Tina advanced on her, ready to do bodily harm when she felt two pairs of hands on her, gently pulling her back. Gina had never seen her sister so angry and moved around so that she was standing between the two women.

“Well Debra, escort ataköy I can see how much you like fucking my sister’s soon-to-be-ex husband so here’s the deal. You can leave now but if you do, a copy of what my girlfriend recorded will be sent to your husband.” Debra’s eyes flew open at that and a look of panic washed over her face.

“Please don’t!” she pleaded. In her panicked state, she didn’t notice that the shirt she was using to cover herself had slipped off her breasts. Debra was rather well endowed and the sight of her large tits was turning on all of the other women in the room, especially Tina. She realized the effect of her bared breasts were having and tried to cover herself again when Gina reached over and yanked it away. Debra bowed her head and began to cry. She knew she couldn’t let her husband see the video. It would ruin her life.

Johnny was just laying there trying to think of the best way to get the phone from that Latina bitch and bolt to his car. Maria noticed his face and guessed correctly at what he was thinking. She reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out her knife that she always carried. With a practiced flick of her wrist, the blade flew out and locked in place. That caused Johnny’s shoulders to slump as he glared at her with as much anger as he could muster. His cock had deflated with all that was happening and now he was worried at what would happen to his money. He could care less about his wife anyway. She was beautiful, yes, especially when dolled up. Tina had been the perfect trophy to drag around to cocktails with clients but he could have her anytime he wanted. There was no thrill of the hunt with her. She wasn’t even that good of a fuck, he thought to himself, trying to justify his actions in his own mind as he laid there next to the naked, sobbing woman on his bed.

Gina allowed Debra to cry for a second before gently reaching out under Debra’s chin and lifting her face to so that they looked each other in the eyes. Gina pulled back, smiled and then hauled off and slapped Debra as hard as she could across the face. The looked of stunned shock on Debra was priceless and immediately her hand went to her cheek. “That’s for my sister, bitch.” Gina said, anger in her eyes. “You hurt her so I hurt you. But we aren’t finished.” Gina paused to let the words sink in to Debra’s mind. “You do exactly what we say. Everything we say. If you do, we’ll erase the video and you never have to see any of us again. Understand?” Debra, still rubbing her cheek, nodded her head in acquiesce.

At that moment, Maria shrugged her duffle off her shoulder, unzipped it, reached in and pulled out two sets of cuffs, all while keeping an eye on Johnny and holding her knife in her hand. When she pulled them out, his eyes got wide and he moved to get off the bed. Maria was anticipating this, however, and yanked his arm from under him, locked on the cuff and then locked the other one on the bedpost. Pulling back out of his reach, Maria smiled at the struggling man as he tried to break the handcuffs locked to his wrist with strength alone.

After about a minute of this, Johnny’s shoulders again sagged in defeat. At that moment, Gina leaned over the bed and grabbed his other wrist, pulling on his arm so that Maria, who had walked over around the bed to the other side, could slap the other set of cuffs on the him. When Johnny was locked down, Gina turned to her sister who had been watching all of this in silence, her arms folded and a look of defiant anger etched on her face. Tina looked down at her husband locked to their marital bed. The same bed he was just fucking their next door neighbor on. Hearing that they had been fucking around for the past two years had been a huge blow to Tina. All the times she had gone over to Debra’s house or had her over for drinks by the pool, the other woman was screwing with her husband. The sight of Debra crying almost made her rethink what she came to do but remembering the image of what she escort istanbul had walked in on rekindled the fire in her eyes. Gina leaned in and whispered something in Tina’s ear. A look of shock was quickly replaced with a devilish smile and Tina began to disrobe.

At this sight, Debra’s eyes got big again and the only thing holding her here was the threat of the video. When Tina had finished undressing, Maria walked over, reached inside her duffle again and pulled out the strapon she had used on Tina last night. Gina, meanwhile, ordered Debra to crawl between Johnny’s legs and start blowing his cock. In this position, her ass was sticking up in the air, framing her glistening pussy for the three to see. Maria couldn’t help herself at that sight and with an approving nod from her lover, leaned in and began to eat Debra out. Debra, who had never had any sexual thoughts for another woman, squealed in surprise, her mouth still on Johnny’s limp cock. Her orgasm was fast approaching, her pussy betraying her disgust at the thought of another woman giving her pleasure. The fucking she had received from Johnny, the act of getting caught, the threat of blackmail, even the hard slap she had received all played in her mind to combine with being expertly eaten out. Debra felt the stirrings of a huge orgasm welling up inside her. She began moaning, her mouth still full of cock, as the pressure built up to an almost unbearable level. But, to her surprise and consternation, Maria stopped and stepped back away from her. Debra let Johnny’s member slip from her mouth and look back. That act earned her a hard slap on the ass as both Maria and Gina spanked her as hard as they could. Gina grabbed her by the hair, yanking it back and warned her about letting go of his cock again, promising much worse if she did. Debra immediately sucked in the cock between her lips, trying with all of her might to get him hard. That’s when she felt the cold tip of the dildo press against her hole.

Tina didn’t even pause. As soon as the tip touched Debra’s pussy, Tina thrust with all her anger, feeling Debra’s untrimmed bush tickle her thighs. The force of the thrust caused Debra to lose her breath momentarily as her eyes bugged out but she never stopped sucking on Johnny. There was nothing gentle about Tina fucking her neighbor. All of the anger, hurt, and feelings of betrayal went into each thrust. Tina grabbed the other woman by the hips to gain better leverage and began to plow her in earnest. Picking up speed, Tina felt the nubbin of the dildo rubbing against her engorged clit. “You feel that bitch?” she screamed to Debra. “You fucked my husband and now I’m fucking you too!”

Gina watched her twin fucking the other woman with rapt attention. She couldn’t help herself and began to undo her jeans, reaching inside her panties to rub her clitoris. Maria walked over to her and kissed her lover hard on the mouth. Her hands reached under the blonde’s shirt and began to roam all over Gina’s tits, light pinching the nipples covered by her lace bra.

Johnny watched the two women making out not three feet from him then looked to Tina fucking Debra with a look of ecstasy on her face. Those images along with Debra still sucking on his dick, caused him to start getting hard again. Debra began to bob her head in time with Tina’s thrusts, still sucking and licking his cock head. He was just about to cum when Gina, who despite making out with Maria, kept an eye on Johnny for just that moment. She reached over and yanked on Debra’s hair just as Tina thrust into her, causing Debra to finally have an earth shaking orgasm. Tina, who fucked her though the cumming, slammed into Debra’s cunt one final time as she to came from the stimulation as well as the feeling of power she had. Her leg muscles locked up and she screamed out in pleasure, her juices leaking out from behind the strap and running down her legs.

Maria stopped fondling Gina and walked over to Tina, gently pulling the other woman escort çapa back. The large dildo popped free from Debra’s gapping hole. It was coated with her juices, and for a moment, Maria had the strong desire to lick the dildo clean. She settled on licking Debra, her tongue swiping up all of the cunt cream that had leaked out from Debra’s pussy.

When Maria had finished, Gina told Debra to get dressed and get the hell out of the house, promising her that they would erase the video. Debra stumbled to her feet, quickly donned her clothes and ran out without a look back. Johnny watched her go and then turned his head back to the three women in the room. He had expected it to be over but then Tina crawled on the bed between his legs. A look of comprehension and then fear crossed his face as Gina and Maria each grabbed a leg and pulled back so that his ass was angled up. That look of fire had returned to Tina’s eyes as she stared down at her husband. He started pleading with her to let him go and not do what she was about to do when he felt the tip of the plastic prick touch the hole of his ass.

“You fucked me over so hard. It’s time I returned the favor.” Tina said in a calm, measured voice.” He started pleading again and tears began to leak from his eyes as Tina began to thrust forward. She had wanted to just slam it in as she had done with Debra but his ass was just too tight. When he started yelling, Maria released her hold on his leg, bent over to pick up Tina’s panties that were lying on the floor and jammed them into his mouth, muffling the screams. Tina started to rock her hips, each time pushing a little further until Johnny felt the leather of the harness on his ass. His hole burned so much as his wife began to fuck him in earnest, each thrust causing him to cry out.

All of a sudden, the pain in his ass began to fade. A feeling of pleasure started in as the dildo rubbed against his prostate, causing him to start getting hard again. Johnny’s hips thrust forward on their own accord. Tina leaned down so that she could look him in the eyes as she picked up the pace. She felt his dick rubbing against her stomach and tits and also felt the precum that was leaking out. She knew he was nearing climax and that, in turn, caused her pussy to start leaking again. Tina hadn’t even noticed that her sister and Maria had let go of Johnny’s legs until she felt a set of lips and a tongue cleaning her inner thighs of all the pussy juice that had leaked out. Tina was momentarily shocked to learn that it was Gina cleaning her when Maria came back into view at the head of the bed and the lips were still cleaning her. She felt Gina spread her ass cheeks apart and start licking the crack of her ass. Both Johnny and Tina crested at the same time when Tina felt a tongue plunge into her rosebud. She felt the hot, sticky spunk of Johnny’s cum coat her belly and tits as she again froze in a mind blowing orgasm. As she came down, she felt two sets of lips cleaning her as Maria had joined Gina for a feast.

After several minutes, Tina finally pulled out of Johnny, the dildo covered in his shit. She climbed off the bed before kissing first Maria and then her sister passionately on the mouth. She walked to the front of the bed, pulled out her panties from Johnny’s mouth and shoved the shit encrusted dildo in between his lips, demanding that he clean it off. The look of disgust on his face caused the three women to laugh as Tina used her panties to wipe his spunk off from her body. When he was finished, she withdrew the plastic prick and shoved her panties back in his mouth which Maria then taped shut. Gina and Maria cleaned up while Tina downloaded some files from his laptop to a portable drive. She and Gina left and Maria put the key to the cuffs in the hole.

“I know you’ll get out soon, little man.” Maria grabbed his balls for emphasis as she said this. “But know this. What your beautiful wife downloaded will cause you all kinds of trouble if released. Just sign the divorce papers when they come and we will never release it. Understand?” She tightened her hand and he nodded, a look of pain on his face. The thee women then walked back to the car. Tina looked at her house one last time as they drove past, but then smiled to herself and looked ahead, ready to start a new life.

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An hour went by when Mark found Leann sitting on the front porch in a daze. She didn’t even notice him there looking at her. He thought how beautiful she was. Then she heard a dog pant. Her heart just about stopped. She thought dam he didn’t put that killer on a dog leash. She looked over and noticed Mark looking straight at her with book in hand and his faithful dog beside him. I hope you don’t mind that I brought Max with me he said in a stern but pleasant voice. She looked at him then the dog. “I would like you two to be friends since you are my neighbor,” Mark said. “I suppose so,” she grinned half heartily. “I see you are ready to read,” she sighed. Come sit here, she motioned to the chair next to her. He walked up the steps his faithful companion behind him. He sat down next to her. Leann still looking at Max who finally made it over to Marks feet and laid down. She returned her gaze to Mark when she noticed he had been watching her the whole time. She was slightly embarrassed by this and started to blush a little. “Would you like something to drink,” she offered. “I have beer, JD, water or lemon aid, what would you like?” “JD sounds good,” he grinned. Before he could say anything she got up and walked in the house.

A few moments had passed and she returned with two glasses. One filled with JD for Mark and the other filled with lemon aid for her. Mark noticed she was wearing wired framed glasses he thought how seductive that made her look. “You look like a seductive librarian,” his green lush eyes glimmered at the thought. “Oh, bayburt escort so you’ve dealt with seductive librarian before,” she said snidely. “No, but we could play that your the librarian,” his voice brazen. She looked at him with a little disgust and shock about her. Mark smiled and noticed her reaction. “No, ah,” he started to chuckle at her expression. She put the glasses down on the table in front of them. She started to fiddle with her dress. She reached for the note book and gently took it from Mark. She sat down in the chair next to him, took a sip of lemonade before settling down to read. She got somewhat comfortable and sat back. She took a deep breath and opened the diary. She glanced over at Mark then back at the book and started to read. In the beginning were the first words. Has she read the words aloud, Mark noticed her voice becoming soft and sweet with every word she uttered.

The first couple of pages told a little about Mrs. Reese before she had meant Mr. Reese. Has she read she could feel Marks eyes on her, it made her a little edgy but she kept reading. It went on to tell how she first meant Mr. Reese. Mark listened intensely to every word. Both of them were being drawn into the story. She had read about thirty pages and was starting to get antsy. She looked over at Mark who noticed it too. “Lets read a little at a time shall we,” he smiled at her. Tears coming down her check, Mark reached over to wipe her tears away he then reached down and folded the corner bartın escort of the page to book mark where they had stopped then closed the book. He then reached for her chin and kissed her on the check. “I am here if you need me,” he whispered to her. She looked at him in shock and smiled. His hand was surprisingly soft she thought to herself.

“Thank you tree topper,” she started to giggle. Mark started to laugh. “Yes, my half pint,” we needed to laugh. Leann thought to herself does he realize what he just said. But Mark knew exactly what he said. In the short time she has known him he has been careful about his use of words. Or could it be she was reading something into it? They sat for a while finishing their drinks, Mark smiling at her. “Same time tomorrow half pint,” he asked her. “Same place,” she questioned. “No, lets meet at the waterfall,” he winked at her with a devilish grin. She didn’t know what to make of this she was taken back. “Okay, why not,” she said. “I will bring the wine,” he said in a soft voice. “I will bring the cheese and crackers,” she started to giggle. “We’ll make an outing of it.” “Yes, we will,” his eyebrow over his right eye started to lift slightly. She noticed his lips became full.

She reached down to pet Max and he looked up at his master. Max started to sniff her hand and let her pet him. She looked at Mark and smiled. “Bringing Max with you tomorrow,” she asked curiously. “If you like,” his eyes twinkled. “Sure why not we could become friends ığdır escort after all.” Mark started to stand has he did so did Max. “Thank you for reading,” his voice filled with admiration towards her. “I know it must have been hard for you.” “Yes, it was but I feel closer to her now then I ever did before.” “It is I who should thank you for sharing with me,” Mark bent over to kiss her forehead. “Well,” he sighed, “till tomorrow.” “Yes, till tomorrow,” she grinned.

He started to walk down the steps with the book in hand and toward the mansion. When he realized Max was not at his heels. He turned to see Max standing by Leann who was still petting him. He called out in a demanding voice. “Max come,” he ordered. Max looked at him then looked at Leann and stood for a moment. “Max come,” he demanded a second time. Max obeyed and slowly made his way to his master. Max looked up at him then bowed his head. “Seems I have made a friend,” she smiled at Mark. Noticing that he had a cold stare on him. Mark looked up at her, his eyes seemed a little upset with Max for disobeying the first time. That soon changed in a moment. His lush green eyes softened and he smiled. “Yes, you have indeed half pint, see you tomorrow,” he smiled. “Till tomorrow,” she felt her heart pump wildly. Mark turned and Max followed his master back to the mansion. She watched him has he walked off till she couldn’t see him in her sights. She sat back down in deep thought, she couldn’t wait until tomorrow. His touches and kisses were driving her wild. She found him very, how shall I put it. Lets just say she was very attracted to Mark. The way he held himself. Before she knew it, it was dark out. She had sat there for hours in deep thought about Mark and what all she had read today. How beautiful and elegant Mrs. Reese put her feelings into words. She got up and decided to go straight to bed. She was indeed tired.

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Her garments rustled, and the folds cascaded over her curvaceous form. She reached her hand to adjust the leather of his harness taut across his nipples. He felt the leather strap pull tight across his body, leaning into the harness, he smiled and looked up to her, receiving her soft words whispered.

“You are a gift to me, darling pet. A treasure to behold.”

Her presence was quiet, exotic with dark skin glistening in the dim light of the flickering candle flames. The dungeon, eerie and a bit haunting, loomed its presence over and through the pair. She gathered her energy and called forth her strength.

Lust and passion for her boi converged into sensation as she bent slightly to caress his cheek with the back of her hand. Lovingly, she decorated his face with soft spicy kisses. Finally, her lush full dark lips enveloped his own, and they melted into the beginnings of a lust unrequieted.

Suddenly overwhelmed with emotion surging in her, she pulled him close and cradled his head in her ample, caramel breasts, as they brimmed over her corset’s cups. Bending her neck she kissed the top of his head as if to assure him that the acts to follow would be firmly rooted in her adoration of his willingness to serve her. He canted his head, and his cheek brushed against her wrist. Nostrils flaring as he caught a whiff of jasmine and orange blossom emanating from her skin, his eyes glanced up, shoring his will.

Her eyes grew steely in their dark passion, as she prepared herself mentally. Her lips swept over his once more, absorbing the passion welling beneath the surface. There was no quelling the tide of emotion between fethiye escort her and the boi. Their mouths melded, deconstructing the elements of passion and rebuilding into a breathy inhalation of their lust. Ravenous kisses sent thrills of pleasure through them both. His cock began to stir to erection and her loins warmed and wetted in their thick sweet juices.

Her spirit coursed through her veins, overwhelming him in his submissive kneel before her. She took the leash and pulled it slightly taut, causing the collar to tug at his neck as with a hand sign she indicated for him to follow to the bed, showcased in its imperial glamour in the center of the room. He followed obediently, crawling on all fours, his body sleek and lithe with white skin gleaming in the tawdry light.

She patted the plush duvet, indicating for him to sit on the edge of the bed. As he rose and began to sit, she pushed him by the shoulders, guiding him to lie back against the luxurious fabric of the duvet. His arousal was apparent, manifesting in the leaking head of his erection. His body, powerful and muscular, became pliable in her gentle but strong maneuverings. His hands floated up and around her as she straddled his thighs, her knees to either side of his groin on the bed. She prowled over him, teeth gritted, snarling in a feral growl of obsessive possession.

Her hands caught his wrists and held them tight above his head. Her cleavage warmed his body, humid over his harnessed torso. She breathed over his mouth as if to resuscitate the need in him. Her lips clinging to his, she positioned alanya escort herself over his hips. Her crotch hot and dripping its mix of creamy juices. A beast in heat, aroused to the heights of passion, she dragged her corseted breasts over his torso, as if to mark him with the scent of her tits. His body became her playground as she taunted him with hips wiggling to drag her wet pussy over his erection, bobbing and twitching beneath her.

“Wanna fuck me dontcha, slut!” A command more than an inquiry.

He looked to her lost in despair, the aching need in him blossoming as his hips responded with a lewd thrust up towards her teasing cunt.

“Yes, Miss,” came his reply.

His voice carried overtones of humility at her overwhelming power over him, yet it was also edged with a finely honed lust, hinting at his own unquenchable need for her. It took all her power not to take him right there in that moment. She inhaled a deep calming breath, even as the power simmered in her loins and at her core.

Climbing over him, she lifted her skirt, exposing her dripping moisture over his thigh. She straddled his burning flesh, as her breasts heaved in the constraining corset. The rising heat was almost unbearable in the inferno of passion. Her mouth covered his in lusting, greedy kisses. The emotion exuded from their pores as she strove to take possession of him fully. Her hot steaming pussy positioned now to plunge over his erect and aching cock.

Possessed of lust, his hands grasped her, begging her with every ounce of spirit in himself.

“Fuck me, manavgat escort Mistress, fuck your slut, please.”

His words formed in frothing syllables over the wet dollops of saliva in his watering mouth.

“Strip me, slut!”

Obeying instantly, his hands over her skirt, gathered in his fists as he yanked the fabric from her full womanly hips. His fingers crept to the edge of the corset over her brimming breasts. With a ferocious tug, the corset gave way to let her full caramel tits spring loose and dangle freely, ripe and whole. Her dark nipples taunted him. A thread of precum formed on his head at the sight of her body revealed in glimpses, as she growled savagely. Her hips bucked and her pussy ached to be breached.

“Fuck me, bitch! Hard!” Words in a rasping breath from deep in her chest.

With her order and command, his hips thrust up hard and deep into the tight clenching entrance to her core. The stabbing thrust caught her by her throat. Her breath shallowed as his thick hard cock sawed into her creamy, velvet walls. The rage expressing in primal growls as she began to ride his cock with the fury of a demon possessed, as if she would never get enough. Driven in frenzied forceful plowing thrusts, she tilted her head back and for long moments, was poised, suspended into the unreality of the lust coming to fruition.

Her climax was approaching fast and unrelenting. As their hips wrangled, implanting his cockhead deep into her needy tunnel. Rippling walls exploded in a gush of torrential proportions as she came with heaving thrusts. Her body tense, taut and seized tight as the release washed over her in waves.

“Cum, NOW, slut, Now!” The words almost warbling from her throat.

And with the last hissed syllable, his cock erupted deep into her, breeding her. Her pussy walls sheathed him in their hot, wet, molten flow. The spasms milking the cum from deep in his balls. They panted as if to synchronize even their breaths and heartbeats.

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“Dammit, this place is beautiful! Like something out of a book!” Sienna peered out the window at the square, two-story building. The driving rain and darkness would’ve obscured most details if not for our proximity, but with the perimeter lights on and the car parked next to the stairs, the gorgeous building came into focus. It was constructed of rough-hewn stone block, vines crawling across most surfaces. The roof was copper sheeting, and the windows – strangely only on the second floor- were ornately shuttered and barred. A high stone fence – also vine-covered – shielded the entire backyard from prying eyes, extending from the back of the house down to the waterfront.

It looked like a castle.

I’d booked the weekend with the resort’s – literally The Resort – management, shown the vouchers upon arrival on the ground, and received the key to the cabin. I was slightly damp from getting in and out of the vehicle, and contemplating how soaked I was going to be carrying luggage in.

Sienna meanwhile looked mouthwatering as always. She was wearing the short, low-necked, sequined gold dress from New Year’s Eve, and had done her makeup and nails in an almost blackish-red for maximum contrast with her fair skin and platinum blonde hair. I wasn’t planning on making her carry anything, especial with those high heels stretching her toned legs. Dammit, she was hot.

I reached over and gently turned her head towards me with two fingers on her chin.”See, what do you want here? You know what this place is, right?”

She smiled softly. “I looked at the website.”

“Ok. I just want to make sure you don’t think this is just like…a hotel or something.”

“I know. And as for what I want…I want to know what it would be like if you OWNED me. If I was your PROPERTY. No freedom. No choice. No privacy. No safeword. Just you doing whatever you want to me.”

I sighed. “There’s always a safeword. It keeps things safe and sane.”

She shook her head. “Then I won’t use mine this weekend. And if I do, I want you to ignore it. I want you to be aggressive. Demanding. I want to see your dark side.” The whole time she’d been speaking she’d been curling closer to me, and I noticed her legs were pressed hard against each other, moving back and forth slightly as she concentrated on her own arousal.

This weekend had the potential to get out of hand.

It also had the potential to be a lot of fun.

I rushed our bags up the steps to the second floor in two trips, unlocking the door and setting them in the darkened room. Finally, I went back down and held my coat over Sienna’s head as she unsteadily climbed the stairs. With the door shut on the rainy night behind us, I finally turned on the light.

“Wow,” Sienna exclaimed, almost breathless.”I didn’t know places like this existed…”

Her words reminded me of Deirdre, and I pushed that memory out of my head before I got mad. The living room was decorated with an almost medieval theme, stone floor and walls, exposed wood beams overhead. The light fixtures were a cast-iron LED chandelier hanging from one beam and LED sconces on the walls. No TV, instead a massive fireplace faced by couches, and dark, heavy bookcases lined the walls. I had a feeling that if I checked the titles, I ‘d find a LOT of erotica. To our left was a descending staircase, and ahead a dark hallway led off into the rest of the cabin.

“Hey,” I said, and Sienna refocused her attention on me instantly.

“Yes.” I pulled her to me and kissed her. Hard and deep, her lips moving softly against mine and then parting for my tongue as desire ignited further. My hands roamed over her back and ass and finally she pulled away with a little gasp. “Please, Gary…”

“Please what?”

“Tell me what’s next. Make me… Just…” she gestured as she struggled futilely to explain what the lust in her needed.

“You really want what you told me in the car?”

See nodded. “Please. More than anything.”

I thought a moment about what I wanted to do next. About what she would want next. I felt rush of power in my head – it didn’t matter what she wanted. She wanted to be my property, my toy.

My slave.

It was an odd feeling. I’m usually a giving and responsible partner, and the idea of taking my partners wants and needs out of the equation was a little alien.

And more than a little arousing.

My mind ran to all the ways I could pleasure her. Hurt her. Control her. Pleasure MYSELF with her body.

“Wait here.” I carried the bags to the bedroom and momentarily gaped at the room. There was a massive four-post bed along one wall, the posts, head and footboards, and the supports crisscrossing under the canopy studded with attachment points. Straps were laid out on the bed, extending from underneath the mattress, awaiting cuffs. The nightstands and dresser were heavy wood, and the furnishings were as similarly medieval as the living room, cast iron and fur.

I peeked into the bathroom after dropping escort kadıköy the bags on the floor. More modern, tile instead of stone, with a deep, wide tub sunk into the floor against the back wall, a large, clear glass shower stall along the right wall, and toilet and vanity to the left. The vanity contained thick towels and washcloths, along with various wipes for after-sex cleanup, basic makeup supplies, and various bottles and faucet attachments for cleaning one’s various orifices.

I headed back to the living room, and Sienna smiled when she saw the leather I had in my hand. She knew the routine, and held out her arms for the wrist cuffs, lifted her feet one at a time when I knelt to buckle on the ankle cuffs, and then dropped to her knees before me and lifted her hair so that I could collar her. She stayed down even after I’d clipped the simple leash onto the ring set in the leather, and I took a moment to admire the way she looked on her knees. Then I have the lead a gentle tug. “Stand.”

She did so, and looked down, not meeting my eyes, hands clasped behind her back. “Why don’t you get undressed.”

Sienna shivered, anticipation maybe? One by one she slipped her strappy heels off, then turned her back so I could unzip the dress. She let it fall to the ground in a rustle of thin gold, then reached behind her to undo the strapless bra. Her breasts were barely affected by gravity at all once freed from confinement, high and firm, and she shivered again when I palmed one, felt the hard nipple scrape against my palm.

“Your panties,” I stated.

That brought a smile. “You sure you don’t want to see how these are different first?” Sienna reached down and tugged at the crotch as if straightening it, and the lace parted to reveal the smooth skin of her feminine mound. “Crotchless. Or as the fancy people say ‘ouvert.'”

“Cute. Take them off.”

She shimmied them down her legs, kicking off the lacy coil. “I asked Tori to help me shave today,” she announced. “I know you like that look better.”

I kissed her again and slid one hand down between us to cup between her legs. She sighed into the kiss and then inhaled sharply as my middle finger parted silky wet folds.

“You’re wet, See,” I said, stepping back.

She looked down. “I have been all day.”

I turned her around and used a snaphook to attach her wrist cuffs together behind her back, then turned my attention to building a fire. It was late May, and even though the trees were almost fully green, the nights were still chilly, and this one was no exception. Sienna stood still on the rug by the door, looking meekly at the floor, not moving – presumably because I hadn’t told her to.

I got the fire going and returned to her side, took up the leash. “Let’s go exploring while that warms up.”

She didn’t move but looked up at me instead. “Can you unclip my wrists? If I’m going to be on a leash, I’d rather crawl for you.”

I raised an eyebrow as I reached behind to undo the bonds between her cuffs. “Are you serious?”

Freed, she lowered herself to the floor with an unsteady grace. On all fours, she parted her knees and looked back at me with an innocence that contrasted the heavy, smoky makeup and her exposed privates. “Very serious. Don’t you want me to?”

We walked to the kitchen, a large room on the other side of the living room, and I flicked on the light. More heavy exposed beams, dark wood cabinets, stone counters, and the latest stainless steel appliances. A large island separated the kitchen area from a dining area which featured a massive wood table set comfortably for ten. At the back of the room was a heavily curtained patio door, and we walked over to it, pulled back the curtains slightly, and peered out. No lights out back, but the front lights bled around slightly, and I could just barely make out a deck and landscaping through the dark and the heavy rain.

We’d passed the table when Sienna stopped and rubbed my leg with her blonde head. “Gary?”

She was looking up at me, again, innocently. “Yes?”

“Are you going to fuck me on that table?”

I glanced back, imagining the blonde bent over or seated on the edge, legs spread while I pounded into her. “Maybe.”

I walked Sienna into the bedroom and she gasped at the sight. The very-obviously-made-for-bondage bed, the rich furniture, the heavily optioned bathroom.

Again she stopped and looked up at me, this time as we were leaving the bathroom. “Are you going to fuck me in there? And in here?”

I reached down and stroked her blonde hair. “Absolutely.”

She smiled up at me. “I can’t wait.”

We walked downstairs and I flipped on the light, and Sienna said “Oh fuck.”

The stone room had been designed as a very modern dungeon. A large bed covered in attachment points sat at the far end of the room, and between there and here were all manner of bondage and BDSM furniture, tables, benches, chairs, stockades, escort kartal swings. The walls were set with hooks and shelves, various whips and paddles hanging next to displays of vibrators, dildos, and plugs, an amazing array of sex toys in every shape, size, and color. Cabinets set along the floor opened to shelves stacked with various restraints and costumes and basic lingerie.

The other features of the room were another enormous fireplace, and an attached bathroom equal to the one upstairs.

Sienna padded between all the furniture, opening cabinets, craning her neck to look up at the shelves, but resolutely staying on her hands and knees. She stopped right before we headed back upstairs. “You’re going to fuck me down here?”

“Of course.”

“And hurt me?”

“Yes.”

She whimpered slightly, and we climbed the steps to the living room. I led her around the plush sofas and stopped her in the center of the thick fur rug before the fireplace. The leash was long enough that I could hold it with one hand and still peruse the bookcases. As I’d suspected, they were full of erotica, fiction, manuals, straight, gay, new, old, there was something arousing or educational here for everyone.

“Gary?” Sienna was looking up at me piteously.

“Yes?”

“You’re not going to fuck me?”

“I am.”

“Soon? I’m so wet right now, I’m so turned on I can barely think straight. Please…”

I knelt by her side and let my hand glide over the curves of her back, over her lifted bottom, between her legs. The heat and liquid I found were incredible, and she moaned as my finger invaded her. “You really are wet, See.”

“I have been all day, just thinking about this weekend. It was so hard to concentrate in class, and tonight, at the restaurant, I thought I was going to soak through my panties, into my dress. You have no idea how horny I am right now…”

I probed deeper inside, my finger slipping deeper inside her lubricated channel. “I think I have an idea.”

“I feel like I’m in heat, I need it so bad, Gary. Aren’t you turned on, don’t you want to be inside me?”

My cock was hardening at her words, but I kept stroking, kept holding out. I wanted to drive her into a frenzy of need first. “I am. But I’m enjoying this.” I leaned over and trailed kisses down her spine.

“Didn’t you get hard watching me crawl around on the floor for you, seeing my legs spread? I got even more turned on knowing I was showing you my wet kitty and my tight asshole. I KNOW you liked the view.” Sienna turned her head, mouth open and panting with arousal. “Please, Gary.”

I knee-walked around in front of her, and unzipped my suit-pants, pulled my erection out through the fly in my boxers. “Is this what you want?”

The blonde bit her lip, nodded.

I gently took her head in my hands and moved her down to my straining member. As I watched, she extended her tongue, licking at it, every flick sending shots of electric pleasure coursing through my nervous system. “Open your mouth, See.” She did, and I thrust inside. She closed her lips around me with a moan and began slowly bobbing, her tongue sliding against me as she sucked powerfully.

I let her work at her own pace and then I took over, firmly holding her head in place and thrusting into her mouth, pushing to the fleshy back of her throat, gliding out against her saliva-slick tongue, then back in again, holding as deep inside her as I could until he throat constricted and she started grunting, trying to gag me out. I pulled out and Sienna gasped. “Again.”

This time when I withdrew, I let her take a moment to adjust, to breathe deep, and then I moved around behind her. I dragged my erection – glistening with her saliva – up and down her pussy, her perineum, the crack of her ass, driving her wild with anticipation before nudging it between her labia, gripping her hips, and slowly easing in.

“Fuuuuuuuck…” The blonde swore as I entered her. She was tight but so incredibly wet that I slid easily in, enjoying the feeling of opening her, her tunnel stretching to accommodate me.

I held inside her for a moment, leaned over, kissing her neck and shoulder. “You feel so good, See.” Then I began to move. A handful of shallow strokes, followed by two to three deep and hard, then shallow again, repeating the pattern over and over and over until I could tell from the trembling of her body, the clenching of her pussy around me, the escalating pleasures cries, that she was close. I withdrew, turned off the lights, took up her leash again, and knelt before her.

“That was mean…” Sienna whined.

“I know.” I grabbed my member by the base and offered it to her.

There was a smile on her face when she looked up at me. “You’re gonna make me suck it, aren’t you? Straight out of my kitty and you’re gonna make me taste myself, how wet and turned on I am for you?”

I nodded and she sank her lips to the root, held escort maltepe it in her mouth, exploring it with her tongue and tasting herself on me. She backed off for a moment, looked up at me. “We taste so good together.” Then she went back down.

As before I let her control the pace for a moment before taking over, fucking her mouth, making her gag and strain and cough with my dick in the back of her throat, pulling off and making her beg for it again.

Then back around to between her parted legs to slide into her tight liquid heat again.

Our coupling was rough, had a primal feel. The way the orange and gold firelight flickered on our skin, Sienna’s chanted grunts as I pistoned back and forth within her slick little sheath, her cries of surprise and pain when I occasionally pulled my hand back and gave her upturned ass a hard slap… I lost count of how many times I moved around her, fucking her mouth, gathering unneeded lubrication for my slide back into her pussy, back around, thrusting into her, driving up her want, her need, pulling out right before her climax to use her mouth again.

And finally, when neither of us could stand the rising tension anymore, I leaned over her back to bite her shoulder, one hand sliding around her hip to rub furiously at her slit while I kept up a deep jackhammer pace.

Sienna screamed herself hoarse as she came, and the powerful contractions around me set off my climax too, jerking, twitching, clenching, releasing throbs of mindblowing pleasure as I pumped pulse after pulse of cum into her as deep as I could hold. At that moment there was nothing in the world outside of that circle of firelight, just me and Sienna and the mindless, consuming pleasure of each other’s bodies.

“Can I get you a drink?” Sienna asked sweetly. I was sitting naked on the couch reading a seventies sex manual while she paged through The Story Of O, her head on my lap. We were both trying to recover from the exhausting fuck we’d just had, and cuddling up with the naked blonde just felt SO good.

“If you want.”

“I want.”

I unclipped the leash and grinned as she scampered away, feet slapping on the tile. The bedroom light flicked on, then off a moment later, and I heard cabinets open and the clink of ice meeting glass in the kitchen. Sienna returned a few moments later with two glasses full of clear liquid and clear cubes, handed me one, and resumed reclining and reading. I sipped at the cold, potent alcohol. “Dammit, this is good!”

See picked up her glass from the floor, took a sip. “It doesn’t taste like anything.”

“That’s how you know it’s good. Did you find this in the kitchen, I didn’t pack it.”

She grinned up at me. “I bought it. And no I won’t tell you the brand. Its expensive enough that you’d REALLY punish me.”

“Then I’ll just say ‘thank you.'” I stroked her hair and she I could’ve sworn she purred with happiness.

“No, thank YOU. I needed this weekend. Just some time to not… Not be in charge. To just lose myself.”

I tapped her on the nose. “Boop. You’re definitely not in charge this weekend.”

Sienna stretched languidly. “Good.”

We read and drank for a while longer whole the fire burned lower and the rain drummed on the copper roof, and finally I asked if she wanted to move to the bedroom. The platinum blonde’s eyes lit up and she handed me the leash. “Only if you’ll walk me.”

I did, and she crawled to the bedroom ahead of me. Rummaging through our bags she retrieved our toothbrushes while I turned the bedroom lights to dim, and I unclipped her leash so we could stand at the bathroom counter to brush our teeth. It was nice to do such a basic human thing with Sienna – so often our relationship lately had ping-ponged between sadness bordering on neglect and just pure sex.

Watching her floss was cute.

She waited for me to finish brushing and then pushed at my shoulder. “Close the door behind you, I’ll be out in a minute.”

I thought about it. “No.”

A look of slight shock and worry crossed her face. “Gary, I – ”

“No privacy, no choice, remember?”

“But…Gary…please…”

“Sienna.”

She moved to the toilet and I gently took her wrist, led her into the shower. “No. Here. No privacy.”

“But – ”

The look on my face told her she wasn’t going to win this, and she backed away from me until her back hit glass. “I can’t go if you’re watching.”

I crossed my arms. “Then we’ll just stand here.”

Sienna blushed a deep pink and closed her eyes, shuffled her feet apart. I could tell she was trying to regulate her breathing, trying to relax. A dribble of urine caught at her nether lips, dripped to the floor, became a drizzle that hissed against the tile.

“See, look at me.”

She raised her head, held my eyes, blushing furiously, hands fidgeting behind her back.

When she was finished, I took a wipe from the vanity to clean her privates and used the shower sprayer to rinse her lower legs of any spray or splash. I toweled her off gently, then hung out over the glass door. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Still blushing, the blonde shook her head, and I wrapped her in a hug. “You’re ok, See.”

She let me hold her for a moment before pushing back. “Gary?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I have privacy for two things?”

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Gestapo Headquarters Paris
Department A2
Friday October 10 1940 9:00am

I woke up abruptly, aching all over. My neck muscles were killing me and I was feeling dizzy. The morning light, which was coming through the window, was illuminating my desk and face. I closed my eyes and rubbed them hard. I must have fallen asleep during the night while going through a pile of reports which had arrived the day before.

A look at the mirror revealed the tired face of a cute 19 years old girl with dark brown eyes and hair who looked as if she hadn’t had enough sleep for days. Unfortunately the mirror never lies. I had been working for 15 hours each day during the last 3 weeks due to the fact that a large network of spies had been exposed.

My father stood very high in the hierarchy of the Nazi party in Berlin and as a result I had been appointed chief of staff of Gestapo’s A2 department in Paris. Our department consisted of females only and was responsible for interrogating female captives. My rank was of a lieutenant’s and under my direct orders were two sergeants by the names of Debbie and Kim, both at the age of 26.

Debbie was French with long dark hair and beautiful piercing eyes. Her cup size was 34 C-same as Kim’s-and she was slim and athletic. On the other hand Kim was Dutch with long blonde hair, green blue eyes and perfect calves. She was 3 inches taller than Debbie and weighed 10 pounds more. Both had great tight asses and the longest legs in Paris as far as I knew. I was one inch taller than Kim-5’9″-and my cup size was 36 B.

A glance at my desktop revealed the presence of a new document. Someone must have brought it during my sleep and left it there. The document concerned the transfer of a female captive who had been caught during a Gestapo raid into a Parisian café. The subject in question appeared to be a 25 years old American citizen, resident of St. Louis, and she was…black? I immediately frowned and thought that was getting very interesting.

The attachment on the document stated that I was to interrogate the subject and extract any valuable information by any means available. I picked up the phone and ordered Kim and Debbie to change clothes and meet me at the basement.

I quickly changed too and descended the stairs leading to the basement. Debbie and Kim were already there, dressed in their “interrogating” outfits.

Each one wore a black leather mask with openings for the eyes, nose and mouth. Their hairs were caught in a ponytail behind their heads. Black leather corsets were tightened around their slim bodies, making their naked breasts popping out like twin fleshy mountain-peaks. They had black leather elbow-gloves on and around their right arms there was a red-white elastic band with a black swastika in the middle. Tiny, almost non-existent, black leather g-strings covered their crotches which left their asses totally exposed. Both wore nylon black thigh-stockings and Wehrmacht boots.

“Bring the prisoner in and tie her hands up in those hanging chains” I ordered them.

“Jawol mein Kommandant” both exclaimed.

They brought her in and secured her raised hands in the hanging chains. I took my time and inspected her from top to bottom thoroughly. She looked no more than 5’4” tall and 110 pounds. Her almond-shaped black eyes were reflecting the artificial light of the basement like magic mirrors and her nose was a typical Afro-American one. A rather big mouth with fleshy succulent wet lips betrayed her unbridled lust for oral pleasure. Her ebony shoulder-length hair was long and straight with long curls at the end. She wore a tight long yellow floral dress which highlighted the perfect dimensions (34 B-30-32) of her body. All in all, she was a petite chocolate cutie and I was sure that my girls would enjoy this exotic dish to theirs heart’s content as they had never had the opportunity to meet colored people before.

“I would like to be informed the reason of my arrest. I am an American citizen and you have no right to keep me here. The conditions of my detention are absolute outrageous. I haven’t slept, eaten and drunk for so many hours. You should have informed the American embassy for my capture and I demand…” she tried to protest.

“You demand? YOU DEMAND??? You are not in position to demand anything. Do you realize what your situation is? You are accused of being a spy and this alone brings on the death sentence. So you’d better start talking, for I don’t have much time at my disposal” artvin escort I shouted at her.

“There must be a mistake in your reports. I am sure that you have taken me for someone else. It’s my maiden trip in Europe and I visited Paris for its night-attractions. I got stuck here when the war broke out and couldn’t find a way to return home. Your police arrested me while I was talking to a man who would arrange my return trip. I know of nothing else.”

“What is your name?” I asked her.

“My name is Faith, Lieutenant” she said.

“From now on you shall address me as Mistress Christy. Is that understood?” I said and at the same time I slapped her hard.

“Ouch!!…Yes…Yes…Mistress…Christy…”

“Listen up you degraded bitch. You are going to tell me everything in detail. I don’t want to waste my valuable time on you. Give me names, locations, codes and everything else required. I promise not to harm you and let you go when we finish or else you will find out how cruel I can be.” I told her while I was pulling her hair.

“Aaaahhh…I swear God…I know…nothing…Please…”

“You want to play it rough? We shall see about that. KIM AND DEBBIE TEAR HER CLOTHES APART. DENUDE HER COMPLETELY!” I barked my orders.

Kim and Debbie with savagely sparkled eyes dashed on their helpless victim and started tearing her dress to shreds. Faith was wriggling her body desperately while versatile fingers were ripping off her dress, bra, thong, garter belt and nylon stockings mercilessly. She ended up wearing a pair of white high-heels only and nothing else.

It seemed that the little display of my authority over Faith had left no one unaffected. Kim’s engorged pale-pink nipples were competing with Debbie’s swollen brown ones in terms of beauty, size and hardness. Debbie’s eyes were fixed on Faith’s glistening hairy slit and her tongue was wetting her fleshy lips whereas Kim was fondling Debbie’s magnificent bubble asscheeks with her right hand whilst the left was buried between her milky thighs.

“Do you like what you see Debbie?” I asked.

“Yes Mistress, she is so beautiful and helpless” said Debbie.

“Are you getting aroused by a filthy black cunt???” I shouted.

“Yes Mistress…Umm…NOoooo…I’m not…” Debbie tried to apologize.

“HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THAT YOU BELONG TO THE ARYAN RACE? We are destined to rule the world. It is in our genes to impose our supremacy and rules to others. We are to enslave the whole world and bring the dawn of a new era. The era of the NEW ORDER! There will be no other masters than us. Blacks, yellows, reds are all bound to serve and work for the glory of the third Reich.

Look at yourself and tell me what common there is between you and that black bitch. You and Kim belong to the finest examples our race has to show. Kim is tall, white, and intelligent; she looks like a northern Valkyrie, full of power and glory, ready to slay her enemies-and she is!

You bear resemblance of your great Gaelic ancestors who never ceased fighting bravely against all their numerous enemies-against all odds. Those great men and women have left their indelible mark on you. Can’t you see it? Can’t you feel it? Haven’t you read the way they were fighting, defending their culture, families and country?

Are you sure you want to compare yourself with these monkeys? Black humanoids who spend all their time running naked around and mating by rolling their selves in the mud? What do they know about culture and civilization? Absolutely nothing. Even my Doberman outsmarts all of them with extreme ease.

Your nation has raised so many great men and women who contributed so much to the world that it would be pointless to refer to their achievements. You are disgracing your legacy. You are disgusting me!!!”

“I’m so sorry Mistress Christy I didn’t mean what I said before. I humbly ask you to forgive me. Please Mistress I beg of you. Do not send me to the firing squad. I…I’ll do anything to please you as I always do…Please…” Debbie begged.

“You are very lucky Debbie because I have in my heart so much love for you. I won’t report you to my superiors but I shall grant you the wish you were looking for. I give you the opportunity to serve that wretched multi-used asshole and cunt. ON YOUR KNEES AND LICK HER ASSHOLE, BITCH!!!” I howled at her and I unbuttoned my officer’s knee-long black leather jacket.

Debbie got on aydın escort her knees and crawled her way to Faith’s back. I got rid of my jacket and stood there with my legs straddled and hands on my waist. I was wearing a breast-less black leather corset with shoulder straps and a matching pair of elbow gloves. Four rows of metallic chains-with their edges attached on either strap-were covering my naked breasts and a crotch-less leather thong was embracing my firm hips. I also had on thigh-high leather boots with stiletto heels.

Debbie started to fondle and caress Faith’s perfect black ass impatiently. Her hands were parting wide and closing her asscheeks with unquenched lust. She was kneading, massaging, kissing and licking those black orbs-in that order-without paying attention to anything else. Her tongue was running amok on Faith’s ass crack, teasing the black hole with the tip of it relentlessly. She even dipped her nose inside and inhaled the musky aroma of her anus.

“Kim, I want you to whip Debbie’s ass without remorse. Teach her a lesson. Discipline her the way I would” I said in total disgust.

“Mmmmm…I certainly will Mistress…It is my pleasure” Kim answered joyfully.

“Make that butt red! Punish and plow her audacious ass with the instrument of destruction! I want to see her velvet white skin shedding tears of blood!” I prompted her.

“Jawol Mistress”

Obediently Debbie raised her butt up and waited for the inevitable, although she kept shoving her agile little red tongue inside Faith’s anal canal. She must have been doing a great job because Faith was panting and rocking her pelvis uncontrollably.

Kim positioned herself behind Debbie and inflicted the first strike on Debbie’s voluptuous bum. Her loins squirmed and she let out a little moaning inside Faith’s asshole. Kim hit again and Debbie bit Faith’s ass-flesh hard, who in turn moaned and arched her back.

I got close to Faith and started to roll her swollen brown nipples between my index and thumb fingers. She screamed in agony and I slapped her hard many times. Then I cupped her breasts and kneaded them hard. I took some time abusing her tits while I was looking into her eyes. Meanwhile Kim was flogging Debbie’s ass with great expertise and many red welts had made their appearance on her abused skin. Debbie never quit tongue-fucking Faith’s puckered asshole even though her ass was suffering badly from Kim’s rain of hits.

“Have you got anything to tell me?” I asked Faith ironically.

“Mmmmmm…Aouch!…Oohhh…I…told you…I know nothing…Please…” she moaned.

“So, you are insisting on your story. Very well I shall go on then.”

“Kim! Stop rubbing your pussy and focus on your duty. Strap on that Indian phallus and fuck Debbie’s ass. NOW!”

While Kim was strapping the Indian phallus-7 inches long and 2 inches wide-on, I grabbed a 5-tail leather whip from the nearby table. I then started whipping Faith’s small tits, making sure to hit her hard nipples with each stroke as well. I was also calling her names like cheap slut, used cunt, nigger, filthy bitch, dirty asshole and others.

Kim positioned herself behind Debbie and straddled her ass. She bent her knees, put aside Debbie’s leather string and guided the head of the phallus in the entrance of her asshole. By that time Debbie was on her elbows and knees and was kissing and licking Faith’s ankles. Kim pushed hard and planted her “girly-dick” inside Debbie’s receptive tight anal opening.

Debbie jerked her head, throwing her hair to the air, and groaned in pain while Kim grabbed her loins with her hands, using them as anchors in order to stabilize herself. Kim then proceeded to ass-fuck Debbie violently by picking up a fast and steady pace.

As I was flogging Faith’s perky tits I noticed that her hairy mound and slit were soaking wet. Her red clit protruded from its black hood, stimulated too much from the ongoing action. The raunchy whore must have been enjoying what was going on.

I immediately turned my attention to it and started whipping her tummy and thighs. The leather straps of my whip were savagely embracing every curve of her body like snakes’ tongues, leaving their undeniable marks all over. Even her engorged clit wanted to take its share of passion as it was extending itself in a laborious effort to receive the punishment that so desperately needed. A few well-aimed hits on her sensitive button fully balıkesir escort satisfied that pervert quest for relief, even though unbearable pain was the price she had to pay.

“Water…Please…give me some water…I’m so thirsty…Mistress” Faith pleaded.

“Only if you give me what I’m asking for, will I fulfill your requests. Are you ready to talk?” I said.

“Please…I’m not a spy…just…a tourist…I…need…water”

I turned pale and stood there motionless and speechless. I envisaged myself standing in front of the firing squad…then a loud bang…me embracing and biting the dark earth…my daddy giving me the coup de grace (finishing stroke) with his pistol…That worthless scum had proved herself a very tough nut to crack. My life wouldn’t worth a penny if I failed in my duty.

I looked at the floor and saw Kim and Debbie making passionate love. Debbie was lying on the floor with her legs spread wide and Kim on top was ramming her boiling pussy like damned soul. They were pressing their aroused nipples on each other’s and their red tongues were entangled in a frenzy waltz.

Kim and Debbie couldn’t care less about my future. The blood inside my veins started to boil and my sight was getting darker and darker. I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do first. Should I strangle Faith, with my bare hands, slowly to death? Or start kicking Kim and Debbie’s butts to no end?

“Kim and Debbie stop what you are doing and come over here! NOW! Loosen Faith’s chains and be prepared!” I ordered them.

They did as they were told and Faith dropped on her knees with her hands still raised.

“Debbie our prisoner is thirsty. Give her your nectar.”

“Certainly Mistress.”

Debbie brought her pelvis near Faith’s mouth and tugged her leather underwear to the side. She parted her rose petals and let go her steamy salty piss.

Faith opened her big mouth and stuck out her tongue as Debbie was leading her stream of piss right inside her thirsty throat. She was gulping Debbie’s yellow river eagerly while her tongue was catching on the air every drop which missed its target.

Kim got closer and started peeing on Faith too. She was showering with her golden fluids her nose, eyes, mouth and tits. Faith got crazy as she was trying to swallow Kim and Debbie’s urine torrents simultaneously because she didn’t want to miss a single drop.

After finishing peeing, Debbie stuck her wet pussy on Faith’s lips. Immediately Faith started lapping and nibbling her velvet petals, sucking deeply and swallowing mixed love fluids and urine. I sent Debbie to strap on an 8 inches black dildo and Kim took her place on the spot.

Faith opened her mouth as much as she could in order to accommodate Kim’s Indian phallus. Kim guided her “girly-cock” inside her throat and started moving her hips back and forth. Faith gagged a few times but she kept deep-throating it. She quickly got used to its amazing dimensions and in turn she started bobbing her head, meeting Kim’s thrusts halfway.

I ordered Kim to lie on the floor and position her pelvis between Faith’s thighs. She did and brought her “phallus” in a vertical position. Faith literally jumped on it and her neglected black pussy immediately engulfed it. She was rocking her body too fast on Kim’s hard tool and her tits were swaying up and down following the rhythm of her movements.

Debbie grabbed Faith’s hair and made her bend over. Faith lay completely on Kim and their breasts came into contact. Debbie knelt behind and parted wide open Faith’s asscheeks. She enjoyed the view of Faith’s gapping asshole for a moment and then she put there the head of her black dildo.

Debbie pushed hard and past the head through Faith’s reluctant sphincter with difficulty. Faith in turn, screamed as she felt her rear end violently penetrated. It seemed that Faith’s scream was the signal for Kim and Debbie to go wild. Debbie started humping Faith’s stuffed asshole like a dog in frenzy and Kim was pushing up her pelvis drilling Faith’s stretched pussy while her hands were pinching her nipples.

With two tools working her holes like well-lubricated pistons Faith didn’t have any choice but to succumb.

“OOOhhhh…GOD!!! FUCK ME!!! BOTH OF YOU!!! Ahhhhh…Ouchh…you are ripping me apart…Aaaahhhh…but I like it! Oh GOD I LOVE IT! I’M A FUCKING SLUT!!PLEASE…FUCK ME… BOTH OF YOU!!! I WANT TO BE…A NAZI’S BITCH…I…WANT…I’LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING…JUST…KEEP FUCKING ME…PLEASE!!! IM…CUMMMMMMMMMMING!!!!!!!!!!!”

“I know you will” I said with a big smile on my face.

END.

(The writer regards all people to be equal and brothers. It’s just a work of fiction and hopes that no one will be offended.)

Written by Christy Mars Copyrights (c) 2006

Especially made for 25 years old Faye from USA.

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I’m developing a hunting and fishing camp out by the lakes. I have the main house, which contains my quarters, office and a couple of single rooms that I can rent if required. I also have ten cabins. Most of the work on putting them up I did myself; I’m quite good with my hands.

I’m still running on a shoestring budget, but I’m getting by and actually starting to get ahead. What extra money I do have goes into the camp, building steady improvements. That’s partly what caused the problem.

Leonie, my fiancée, wanted me to borrow, using the land as security, and make all the modernisation I want in one hit. I tried to explain to her that I’d be leaving myself way open to losing everything, but she just couldn’t see it. She’d see a big motel group put up a motel nearby and lay on everything and assumed that I should be able to match it.

I explained to her that if there was a downturn, even a minor one, a big group could weather it, whereas I’d be wiped out by the same downturn if I was mortgaged to the hilt. I showed her my business plan and how things were progressing, but she still wanted me to go for broke.

Broke is where I would be, because she’s got the economic sense of a goose. She sees buying two dresses for forty dollars instead of one for twenty five as saving money. I point out that she’s actually spent fifteen dollars more than she’d budgeted for and she just says yes, but I saved ten dollars doing it this way. She is perpetually broke, by the way.

Anyway, to cut a long story short we had a blazing argument about finances, with me finally laying down the law and saying this is the way it was going to be.

Leonie said something rude and stormed off. I just let her go, giving her a chance to cool down.

The trouble was, she didn’t come back. At first I wasn’t particularly worried. Leonie was a city girl, not too familiar with the woods around us. She was learning the various paths and things but didn’t like to go out into the woods by herself.

I figured that she was just sulking somewhere around and let her go for a bit longer. But she still didn’t turn up. I finally went looking for her.

I checked all the more likely spots for her but she wasn’t at them. I started checking with guests, asking if they’d seen her around as I had a message for her. No-one had seen her for karabük escort the past couple of hours. As far as I could tell, she wasn’t in the camp at all.

A quick check of the only other hunting camps in easy reach showed that she wasn’t there, either. I was starting to get seriously worried. If she’d gone wandering into the bush by herself she could get hurt with no assistance around or, and much more likely, get seriously lost.

No vehicles were unaccounted for, so wherever she went she’d gone on foot, but checking all the trails close to the camp I could find no sign of her. It was a mugs game to just wander into the woods and hope I’d spot her. I wouldn’t even know which direction to start looking.

I was making tracks back to the office to call the sheriff and arrange for a search party when I noticed a light flickering from a window in one of the supposedly vacant cabins. I had checked them earlier but they were all locked and there’d been no answer when I’d knocked. I hadn’t suspected that Leonie would be silly enough to deliberately hide.

I grabbed the master key from the office and headed back to the suspect cabin, and I can tell you right now, I was pissing mad.

I let myself into the cabin and there was Leonie, lounging on the couch, watching TV. She had a bag of chips and a bottle of coke next to her. She wasn’t going hungry during her isolation it seemed.

Leonie looked at me and laughed.

“Finally found me, uh?” she said. “I bet I had you plenty worried.”

“Worried enough that I was about to raise an official search party,” I said, my voice totally casual.

Apparently not casual enough, because Leonie sat up straight and looked at me, a nervous look flashing across her face. I was moving slowly towards her and she started to sidle along the couch away from me.

“Um, I didn’t mean to cause any real problems,” she told me.

“Problems? Like me having to waste the afternoon trying to find you? Like me being about to call the Sheriff and arrange for a full search party, including helicopter and dogs? Like me wondering if a bear had got you and before you ask, yes, we have bears out there.”

At that point Leonie jumped from the couch and that suited me down to the ground. I promptly sat on it, catching osmaniye escort her arm as I did so. A firm pull and she was face down across my lap.

“Wh-what are you doing?” stammered Leonie, suddenly totally unsure of herself and the situation.

I didn’t bother to answer. Seeing I’d flipped her skirt up out the way and pulled down her panties, baring her pretty little bottom, actually saying anything seemed superfluous.

“Don’t you dare,” Leonie squealed as she realised what was coming her way. “I’ll never talk to you again if you lay one finger on me. OH! You swine.”

I hadn’t laid one finger on her. She took all five of the ones on my strong right hand, right across her buttock cheek. And to make sure she fully understood my intentions I promptly did the same with the other cheek.

I then started to repeat my little speech about problems, pointing out the dire consequences that could have come about. Had she considered what a full search party would have cost? And if they subsequently found out that she’d just been hiding she could have been charged with being a public mischief and expected to pick up the cost of the search.

I explained how worried I’d been, not knowing if she’d had an accident.

I also put in a few comments about her appalling ignorance regarding matters economic.

And all the time I was making these little comments I was steadily spanking her bottom. At first she wriggled and squealed. Then she gave up wriggling and just squealed and protested. Then she switched to crying, squealing and apologising. And through it all I gave her bottom the big bass drum treatment.

It’s surprising what a nice shade of red a bottom can go when properly stimulated. Leonie’s was shining like a stop light by the time I finished and the way she was jumping up and down, crying and trying to fan it without touching it, suggested that it was burning brightly.

I gave her a few minutes to get it out of her system, then I spoke to her.

“Leonie.”

She looked at me, eyes still bright with tears, wondering what I wanted now.

“I think it’s time we kissed and made up. Take off your clothes.”

“You don’t seriously expect me to…” her voice faltered and died away as she looked at my face.

“I most marmaris escort definitely expect you to…,” I said. “And I intend to hammer you so hard that your pussy is going to feel as beaten as your bottom. Now strip.”

She did, watching me nervously the whole time. This was the first time she’d ever seen me angry and she did not like it. While she was stripping, so was I. We were both naked about the same time and my readiness for her was blatantly obvious.

I stepped towards Leonie and she stood there, waiting for me. Her eyes flickered from my face, to my cock, and back again, and I saw her close her eyes for a moment before looking back at me.

I put my hands on her waist and lifted her towards me, holding her against me for a moment and then letting her slide down the length of my body, enjoying the feel of her against me.

As soon as Leonie felt the tip of my cock starting to press against her slit she sprang to life. Her arms went around my neck, her legs came up and circled my waist and she just let herself drop onto my cock with a groan. She was hot and wet and I slid into her with just a single thrust.

Actually, I decided after, part of her relief at having me slide into her so fast was the position we were in. Her bottom wasn’t being pressed against a hard surface or being smacked again, this time by my balls.

I didn’t mess around. I was letting Leonie know that she had an angry male on her hands and that she’d better work at appeasing him.

She did her best and her best was mighty fine. She bounced on my cock like a wild thing, doing her best to anticipate and meet my every need. I sank back down onto the couch, lying on my back, while Leonie serviced me, pulling out all stops. There was nothing half-hearted about our loving, no putting up with the boyfriend because he expects her to.

I mauled Leonie’s breasts while her bottom bobbed up and down, driving herself down onto my cock, then lifting up to drive down again. It was stretching my abilities to keep up with her, but it was fun doing so.

When I finally climaxed I was praying that she would too, because there was no way I’d be able to continue afterwards to help her over the hump. I could tell from her squeal and the way that she clamped onto my poor cock that she hit it, and then things were a little crazy for a while.

Oddly enough, our relationship seemed to have been considerably strengthened by that little episode. Leonie seemed pleased that I was willing to make her toe the line if required. She seemed to feel that she could trust me to look out for her now, where previously she had wondered.

Women are funny people, that’s all I can say.

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Gnome hailed a cab going uptown, wiping his nose at the same time with his latest eviction notice.

As the Gnome got in, he noticed the driver staring at him speculatively in the mirror. Gnome took little notice of this, his mind on his latest graphic novel.

Suddenly, the cabbie spoke up in a somewhat grotesque southern accent.

“Hey, you know a guy called Magnus?”

“Mmh? Magnus?” Gnome shook his fat head, and bent to look at the driver.

“I know you, you’re called the Gnome”

Ah yes. Mother scrawled that on my birth certificate before nose-diving off the Central West End Obstetrics roof onto the traffic congested area where Skimpole Avenue met Buttermilk Boulevard…Was it my oddly shaped head that made her-

Reverie interrupted. “You, um go to a group called the Tawse Society? I know you do.”

Gnome shifted in the back seat.

Ah yes, the Tawse group.

The Gnome had gone to a few meetings of this BDSM group that was advertised in a local free weekly. When he’d realized the attendees were your basic normal types, or even a little geekier than normal…

Kind of like a bad Sci-Fi convention?

Gnome had been grossly disappointed. he’d hoped it would be more of the grist of his masturbatory mill, tall, mocking high chested beauties stalking around on high heel, but it wasn’t.

They had “Win A Paddle” raffles and that kind of thing. Ugh.

The few vaguely attractive people at Tawse were quite cliquish, and had their own “only hottie” parties. So it was like high school…que sera sera.

Why couldn’t it have been like it would’ve on a TV show? Everyone gorgeous, except Gnome.

Fascinating, of course that even the most grotesque gatherings, pervert groups, 12 Step programs, even grief counseling, always had the “cool table” people. Oh well.

Gnome had been court-ordered to a lot of weird shit, and it was always this way, but the Tawse Society was even stranger.

The women who looked as if they’d be vaguely dominant, the ones who headed up “Ageplay” committees and that kind of thing were often submissives.

Gnome was beginning to realize, just before he quit Tawse, that there were men who got off on submitting to women…

And women who got off on submitting to women, women who got off on submitting to men and women who liked dominating women…

And men who liked dominating women…but there were few women who were sexually enthralled by dominating men.

It almost seemed as if the few women who were “dominant” were so homely that the only reason they did it was to entrap a submissive husband, or any man at all.

So Gnome had given up the Tawse Society, preferring to onanise at home.

But this driver, an ex-Tawse, apparently couldn’t shut up about it. He looked like John-Boy Walton after a nuclear explosion.

Since Gnome actually didn’t have the fare for the ride anyway, he thought he might as well be magnanimous.

“Ah, yes. I’m the Gnome. I’ve seen you at the Tawse escort kurtköy Society, good to see you again, old bean.”

Gnome had actually seen the guy once at one of the uh, expos. Big demonstration with selling leather crap. He’d seen this cabbie, he realized…

The John-Boy had put his wrists and neck into a colonial stock and the sales person had locked it, and then forgotten about John-Boy Walton and wandered off to talk to some leather clad waitresses.

“Y’all don’t go to the Tawse anymore, uh, Gnome?”

“No. It’s-it wasn’t much fun really I think I had one interesting back and forth with a girl who dressed like Wednesday Addams, but it’s not my thing.”

The driver was full of mea culpas.

“Yeah, they mostly ignored me there too. Especially that Magnus guy. He’s a big shot there, you know.”

“Oh, Magnus, the military guy. Kind of chunky. Yes, I’ve noticed he gets his ass kissed a lot. At one of the parties, some chick asked him to run a knife over her nipples.”

The driver sighed. “Right. Don’t no one want to hang out afterwards with me, especially Magnus. I called him an asshole, real loud in the parking lot, but he didn’t hear me.”

The driver coughed. “I was payin’ a Mistress to spank me and keep me in a chastity belt for a while. I even paid for two male hustlers so she could order me to suck them off, but then I said to her, I said ‘Gail, I want a real relationship’ but she was all about the-“

“Yes, women can be very mercenary, I know it’s hard.”

“My name is Neville Norbert Blenkinsopp? And I know, you’re Gnome.”

I hate making involuntary friends, the Gnome thought. But again, he wouldn’t be paying the fare, and it might as well be a diplomatic situation.

“Yes, Neville, I’ve had the same experience. I’ve never met someone who could be a potential partner at the Tawse Society, though I did meet a pair of sister-in-laws who offered to get together with me and do a caning.”

“Sister-in-laws?”

“Yup, they told their husbands that they were going to Al-Anon meetings. One of them, Marcia, wanted to meet me in a house she was selling, and spank me, but I dropped the ball.”

“So are you a dominant or submissive mostly, Gnome?”

“I met a fat girl at Match.com and she told ME she liked being spanked and tied up, but she didn’t go to any groups. I did like giving her over the knee whippings with a wooden paddle she bought me.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I’d spank her and then twist her clit reaching under her legs as she was over my knee…she’d cum and then she’d blow me.”

“Damn.”

“Yes. I was attaching clothespins to her nipples, and all that. It was the only way she could get off, but unfortunately she was more attracted to Masters who are employed.”

The Gnome realized that he hadn’t even given Neville an address to be driven to, and now couldn’t remember why he’d gotten in the taxi in the first place.

“Yeah, I wish escort beykoz I could just be someone’s bitch.”

Gnome now sat up a bit. “Is it a girl you want, Neville, to dominate you like before?”

“No, just anybody, really.”

Carefully, Gnome responded. “I’d love to get ahold of a naughty boy, even make him suck my dick.” Gnome was somewhat uncomfortable about this idea, but he found himself aroused by this hick cabbie.

Neville almost stopped the cab. “Really? You want to punish me too? I live about four blocks from here.”

Neville’s house was a bit vulgar, the Gnome thought. There was one of those velvet bullfighter posters on the wall.

But it was a house. And Gnome was going to be transient soon. The Gnome’s Seinfeld-ish friends loved him, and didn’t mind small loans, or even picking up the restaurant check, but were evasive about putting him up.

“So you own a house, but you drive a cab?”

“I used to live here with my mother, and she left it to me.” Neville said. “I was s’posed to go to computer school, but it um-“

“I was supposed to finish elementary school, but after you figure out the letters and numbers, it was fairly tedious.” The Gnome wiped his brow at the memory.

They stood in the living room awkwardly, and then Neville went to the closet and brought out a short whip, about two and a half feet long.

“Mama used this on us when I forgot the dishes. I told her that twenty-six was too old to get a lickin’ but she would whip me till I run off into the kitchen to do the job.”

“That’s terrible. Very abusive” Gnome said, his cock growing in his pants.

Neville handed the whip to Gnome. “It’s called a quirt. One of Mama’s boyfriends told her it would keep me in line.”

Neville paused. “My brother and sister moved out fast, they hated the corporal punishment, but of course Mama is old fashioned. So I lived here till Mama died and left me the house.”

“Wow.

“My daddy is more modern than Momma. He got ah, um, gender re-assignment and is a lounge singer called Shebelle now, over in Vegas.”

“Neville, you are a stand-up tragedian. Let’s see that quirt.”

The Gnome fingered the short whip. “This place doesn’t look like you clean it too much, Neville.”

“No, sir.”

Sir?

Neville hung his head. “I just watch a lot of porn and drive my cab, and cash my trust fund checks. I really need some firm guidance.”

Gnome began a fervent belief in a Higher Power. “Well, it’s shameful how cluttered this place is.” Of course the Gnome’s apartment would make this place resemble an operating theater, but never mind.

“Neville” Gnome’s voice shook a bit, as Neville physically could have easily kicked his ass “This room is a disgrace. Take down your-your breeches.”

Perhaps I went too far. I’m five-four and he’s about seven feet tall.

Neville looked down at the Gnome silently, and the Gnome wondered if he was going to escort üsküdar be murdered. Murdered in a perv accident, like David Carradine.

Or Bob Crane from “Hogan’s Heroe’s” I’ll die like them-oh wait, he’s unsnapping his jeans.

The Gnome became excited, watching Neville undress, but wondered if he was turning gay. Here, he was pulling his pants down, and then Neville gave Gnome a desperate look.

“Don’t make me take down my underpants too, sir.”

The Gnome climbed on Neville’s coffee table and slapped the cabbie’s face.

“Don’t you talk back to me, boy. Take down those tightie-whities. I wish the neighborhood girls were here to see what a bad boy you are.”

Damn, listen to all that coming out of my mouth, the Gnome thought.

He still may kill me. Could Drew Carey play me on “America’s Most Wanted”?

Neville bit his lip and reluctantly pulled down his underpants. And oh wow, Neville Norbert Blenkinsopp’s dick bounced around. It had probably been hard since he was in the cab.

“I ought to cut that filthy thing off, I know what you do with it all day.” Gnome said, in mock outrage.

“Yes, sir.” Neville turned bright red and stared at the floor.

“You could be cleaning this apartment up, making your Master-“

“-You’re my Daddy”

Who the hell’s in charge here? Ah yes, the trust-fund checks.

“You could be making your daddy proud, but you are a worthless little cur.”

Neville’s lower lip began trembling.

Shit, I don’t want him to have a nervous breakdown. But his cock is still really hard. Oh, shit, he’s touching it.

“Take your filthy hands off your wee-wee. Bend over the arm of the couch!”

The Gnome hopped off the coffee table and cracked the quirt authoritatively.

“Y-yes sir.” Neville bent over the arm of the couch as directed, and now the Gnome was staring at Neville’s pale, pimply ass.

Gnome lifted the quirt and swung it lightly across Neville’s bottom.

“Sir, you can hit harder, I deserve it.”

“You most certainly do!”

The Gnome used the quirt on Neville’s buttocks until his arm was tired, and Neville was sobbing. Inspired, the Gnome instructed Neville to spin and place his penis on the arm of the couch.

“I’ll cure you of this disgusting masturbation habit!”

It amazed the Gnome that Neville didn’t even jump when the quirt landed on his hard cock the first time. It almost made it even more erect, and that was wild.

Neville took ten whacks on his penis before he began crying harder, and then Master Gnome ordered him to drop to his knees, and rub himself.

Neville was terribly drawn to the fat little man he’d picked up in his cab, and he wanted to suck his new Master’s dick very badly. Gail, his paid Mistress had run many a strap-on in Neville’s mouth, and then she’d had him suck off the hustlers.

“Sir, will you allow me to service you before I masturbate to orgasm?”

Finally, the Gnome nodded assent, and although he had a disappointingly small penis, and not very clean, Neville took it in his mouth and sucked until the Gnome shot off.

Then, the Gnome pulled up his pants and took the quirt and whipped poor Neville, chasing him into the bathroom, and made Neville dunk his head in the toilet several times while masturbating himself…

It was a glorious evening!

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He dominated her, as she had so easily dominated conversation at dinner. Her thin legs writhed beneath him, teasing him with the utter fact that she could so abruptly escape his grasp; they were, however, dancing only as a tease. She longed for him as he had longed for her. Hungrily, desperately, and unceasingly. Those dark, daring eyes had pierced and tingled the depths of her thighs countless times, and, finally, the two of them were united here in the restrictions of his bedroom. She was captivated by the weight of him, pressing her down, holding her torso so helpless beneath him.

He opened his eyes as he kissed her lips, considering exchanging his rough, uncaring kisses for tenderness. The temptation, however, that had lured him to her for the last few weeks was not a sweet, subtle thing. It was hungry and lustful, just now birthing the slightest twinge of love and deeper connection. His fingers found her thick wrists, and he pinned them down, feeling her actually struggle against him. Suddenly in realization of his actions, he arched his back away from her, ashamed and fearful that he had frightened the girl. In her gray, sparkling eyes was not fear, but, instead, desperation. Thankfully, he thought, he had not terrorized anything but her own desire. Still, he could not continue to kiss, as if devouring her fleshy lips, until he was certain that she was prepared to make this existential plunge with him. He tightened his grip on her wrists, to the point where pain was obviously induced, and the tips of her fingers screamed silently with numbness. Her breathless expression only changed slightly. Her chest, still falling and rising with her heaving breathes, arched a bit sharper, and her eyes, which never left his, drowned completely in an anguishing want, an obvious need. She pulled her hands into fists and pushed against his grip. He realized at that moment, that she longed for the fight. A submissive she was not, but she did have something that he couldn’t quite describe. Their lived in her a need for submission, though she could not express or give into the idea of it. He realized then that she needed to push against him, to fight him, ever so gently, to maintain her own sex drive.

He let slack back into his taut spine, bending to kiss at her, but now he ran his tongue and lips along her neck. Those gray, eager eyes fluttered with the flick of his tongue, and her flailing legs tightened together, nearly bound beneath him uncontrollably. There was a moment when he bit her, harder than a nibble, but not threatening to draw blood that she tightened to quickly beneath him that she had stopped breathing altogether. Once again fearing that he had overstepped some unknown bound, he loosened his jaw and replaced his teeth with a falsely healing kiss. The air whirling in her lungs finally found its way out of her quivering lips in the form an anxious, satisfied moan. Smiling and sighing quickly to himself, understanding that he had yet to break her nerve, he bit her again, this time, slightly harder. He pulled her trembling fists together above her head, capturing both of them above her head with one hand, and allowing the other to rush quickly over a breast and past her clothed stomach and thighs to the hemming of her knee, length skirt. This was were he would violate her the way he imagined in fanatical, sickeningly sexual daydreams.

She moaned for him, hummed blissfully behind her pressed teeth. Occasionally, she slipped her mouth open to whimper for him, biting her lip to silence what would undoubtedly become and endless repetition of the same longing whimper. Anticipation was overtaking her as he skidded the tips of his fingers down her body. He seemed so tame and wild at the same time, that she wasn’t sure if he was in control of his actions or not, but she oddly trusted bilecik escort him implicitly. She had, in that moment, given herself to him, though one thing unnerved her. As he slid up the bottom of her tight skirt, his hands passed over her left outer thigh. His head, that was tilted down, opposite of hand controlling her wrists, quirked slowly to one side. She realized then that he had discovered a secret that she would have openly warned him of if she hadn’t been so lost in erotic ecstasy moments before her back was pressed into the springs of his bed.

He had pulled up that dark skirt to reveal scars that were carved menacingly into the fleshy side of her upper thigh. Most were faint, others were more vibrant, but all were obviously aged and faded. For a moment, he was perplexed. He looked up at her, aware that she would recognize his glitch in movement. The look on her face, for once, did twist to look somewhat fearful, but what he couldn’t seem to extract was the nature of that fear. Had he finally crossed a line by touching her masochistic masterpiece, or was she afraid of his judgment. His head swam with questions in mere moments. Surely she had done this to herself, but it seemed so uncharacteristic of the upbeat, sassy, and fearless individual that he had encountered up to this point, that always used sly bitchiness to degrade her fellow conversationalists. So now, both of them breathless, sat for 15 seconds or so, while he processed the situation and the expression contorting continuously on her face. He narrowed the slits of his eyes, having come to a decision.

He kissed at those scars, for only a moments, tickling along the outlines of razor blades and broken glass. She caught her breath, gasping a scared and quick. Then, smoothly, but with little notice, he pulled himself between her legs, forcing them open. She sighed. In that sigh was every reservation she had held since the first time she had slit her own flesh, and she was in that moment twelve once again, replacing the need to bring blood to the surface with the need to have this man penetrate her until she climaxed for him and the glorification of him only. He had positioned himself between her thighs now and glanced down to examine the sex vibrating waves of heat against his unbuttoned blue jeans. He noticed then, that she was panty-less. Thinking very seriously for a moment, he affirmed in his head that he had not removed her underwear and looked up at her questioningly. He freed her hands and placed both of his palms on the outside of either thigh; one of those sweaty palms was still discretely massaging her scarred flesh.

He raised a suggestive eyebrow at her, and through her breaths she smiled, shrugging at the hint in his eyes. While she had not expected the night to end this way, perhaps her disregard for underwear was an insinuation of what she privately anticipated. The seriousness between them broke, for a moment, and they exchanged a chuckle. He had not expected her to be panty-less, and she had not predicted that he would ever had discovered she was without them.

“Slut,” he whispered, thinking that he would now descend to make his mouth even with her sex.

“Your slut.” Her words were quick and almost without thought, but they interrupted his descent. He gulped and tilted his head upward.

“What did you say?” He asked, almost stuttering. She recognized the change in him immediately but was unable to calculate its origin.

“I said I’m your slut.” She was obviously nervous, for the first time fearful that she may have frightened him with hurried assumption of belonging. His face blank, he sat up. Removing his hands from her, he unbuttoned his jeans and extracted the erect bulge from his boxers. Slowly, but with manisa escort much control and balance, he leaned himself over her, bringing his hips to meet hers and slouching so his head came to just below hers. His hands found their way to her wrists once again, and he pulled them apart to either side of her fanned, mousy brown hair. He positioned himself to where he could easily enter her stinging lips, and he looked up at her.

“Whose slut are you?” He asked, senseless at the moment. She hesitated, the playful mood that had engulfed them before disintegrated like water in the bottom of a heated pan.

“Yours.” She spoke slowly and softly, and then he penetrated her. It was at this moment that his head snapped back into place. His mind, that had drifted previously into the animalistic, found its way back into reality. He felt her tense around his pleasure and grew even harder at the shrill, slipping moan she released. The thrust into her brought him even with her face, and he rested his weight on her forearms. He withdrew his shaft and plunged again. The thought of owning her satisfied an instinctual need he hadn’t realized until this moment that he had been searching for. Perhaps this is why no relationship had survived the realities of real life, but in this moment, he was complete within her.

“Whose whore are you?” He grunted to her, raising and lowering his hips again.

“Yours-” She answered almost too quickly, she thought, but that unyielding answer had complimented his momentary perfection.

Now he began to make a rhythm, pressing against the depths of her sex and releasing the pressure as he backed away only to force back down into her. He asked her several questions of the same nature, filling in other words. Slut, whore, bitch, skank, anything that he could imagine. He flung word after word to her, and her answer was the same : a tortured, unquestioning “yours.” Deeper and deeper he dove, quickening his pace. The words between them became fewer, and he lost his voice in the sheerness of their encounter. He surrendered one wrist and slipped his fingers along her face, wrapping his fingers around her throat. Threatening to deprive her of air, but never cutting off the flow, he squeezed in tortuous tease. He lowered his body by releasing her other wrist, pressing his body against her, resting his chin above her forehead, drenching it in hot, grunting breaths.

Her freed hands began to feel the warmth of circulation, and she strangled her fingers in the cottony roughness of his sheet. She could feel the heat itching away at every inch of her leaden skin. The thickness of his shaft crashed into the lining of her sex, and she felt the pressure build on her g-spot, like air blown into a balloon that was already too full. She leaned her head back to give him access to the fragility of her neck. She smiled to feel him threaten to rob her of air, and nearly squealed when his mouth kissed suddenly at her forehead. Those lips trialed down her face and to her cheeks and finally her neck. He nibbled, subtly, at her. She tossed her head, unraveling the high strung notes in her throat. Climax struck against stomach and sank into her clitoris. Her eyes, that she had held so tightly closed in the last few moments, opened, as if unhinged.

She moaned, breaths becoming more uneven than before. He, aware of her growing pleasure, looked at up at her to observe the orgasm overtake her. Their eyes met, however, and she spoke to him.

“Can I cum for you?’ She was obviously desperate, needy, and attempting, with all of her strength, to wait for his permission. Craving his consent, she begged with glossy eyes and the squeezing of her muscles around his heavy shaft. Hearing the desire in her voice, he deepened mersin escort his strokes into her, abruptly ready to release his own ecstasy.

“Yes, baby, cum for me.” Their was not lust nor love in his voice, but, instead, lingered the tone of preparation, as if it was the most certain and satisfying thing in all the world for her to validate him with a heavy, hard, and regretfully sweet orgasm. She did, just that in fact, as soon as the words escaped his lips. Her back, arching to the point of pain, pressed up against her, and he raised his weight off of her to give her room to squirm. It hit her like a hit of salvia and a giggle of insanity. It was, by far, the most excellent feeling that she had ever experienced. Adrenaline fucked the nerves in her brain, senselessly, mimicking how he now threw himself into her. He sat up completely, gripping at her fleshy, tense hips, repeatedly feeding her body more incentive to cum. She was undeniable the most beautiful woman in the world to witness cum on his throbbing sex. She was wild, with no ambition or regret or memory it seemed. Expecting life to begin and end in this moment. She whimpered for her, repeating “yours” over and over in gasping, halting breaths.

As he fed her need, she milked his pleasure. Bearing witness to her orgasm, he was brought to his own, and he filled her quickly. He tried to continue to thrust into her, which he did successfully for a few moments, until his legs trembled and quivered uncontrollably. It was at that moment that he nearly fell over her, catching himself with a strong right arm. His abdominal muscles clenched and released, and his length grew. Her eyes finally rolled back into the proper position in her head, still dizzy from that last drops of sensuality he had blessed her with. She reached a week arm around his neck and pulled up into him. His left hand assisted her chest to his, and they both balanced their, reeling from their pleasure. He groaned, perhaps grunted once or twice, nearly embarrassed at the way his body quivered above her. She was unaware of his shaking as she trembled as well, clinging to him to savor the warmth of his ejaculation overflowing within her. He brought his lips together, forcing them to relax, and breathed heavily through his nose. Finally, her throbbing stopped, and she went limp in his arms. He caught his breath as his orgasm subsided as well, but held tight against her. It wasn’t until like his adrenaline had stopped ravaging his veins that he lowered her weak body back onto the mattress. Their was a hint of sweat on her brow, and he wiped it away unthinkingly. Her arm drooped from around his neck, and she slid her thumb lovingly against the length of his jaw line before dropping it with a noiseless thud back to the mattress as well.

She saw him now in a different light. He was no longer the vanilla sexed, smooth talker she could so easily shut down. He had stolen an obvious part of her, that she had set out for the world to claim years ago. His eyes didn’t look into her eyes at first, but traced up and down the curves of her body, capturing the moment intensely.

“Thank you.” She sighed, without hesitation or forethought. He pulled his eyebrows in, as if confused, and finally let his eyes find hers. Opening his lips for the first time since his orgasm, he permitted a creeping, crooked smile to overtake his face.

“You’re welcome.” He said, doubtlessly.

“Take me again?” She begged now, suddenly and with reason unknown to her. It seemed some insatiable child was reborn in her. Something she had buried and awoken with a pet cemetery vengeance. She was his for the night, as least for the moment.

He sighed a half laugh, half chuckle. His eyes broke their contest with hers, and his smile grew inside. Then, in mere moments, that smile contorting into some more conniving. He raised a suggestive, menacing eyebrow.

“Whose slut are you?” He reveled in her pause of thought.

“I’m yours.” She answered him, under the impression that he would have realized that by now.

“Good.” He removed himself from her, gripped her hips harshly, and simply flipped her over…

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This is an excerpt from A Queen From Eden, the latest novel in my erotic science fiction series.

*

“May I join you?”

The voice startled her out of a light slumber. She had come to this party over Oscar’s protests. She had come in spite of the tabloid pages screaming about what had happened in the morning, some calling for her abdication, others proclaiming her a living saint. She had come in spite of the fact that she could barely walk, barely see, barely speak, so thick had the fog of fatigue grown, too thick for even the pins to penetrate. She had come because she needed to mingle. And now, no one would talk to her. After a few polite greetings, they had all drifted away. They were afraid of her, afraid to be seen with her. No one wanted an image of themselves chatting with the mad queen to be the next source of tabloid gossip.

“Sure,” Sarah said. Too many drinks had slurred her speech. “There’s plenty of room.” Who was this man? He was a giant, strongly built, middle aged, grey hair and a hint of flab betraying his beauty. Powerful, cruel, attractive.

“You’re not eating,” he pointed out.

“I can’t eat,” she sighed. “It’s useless. I just lose it later in the evening.”

“Maybe,” he said, “you need some semen. To help with your digestion.”

“Some what?” She must have misheard.

“Some semen,” he repeated, then added, with a little smirk, “I would be glad to assist you.”

“You impudent …” she hissed, and she tried to slap him. Even woozy, even a little drunk, she was still an assassin, one of the best. There was no way he should have been able to block her. But he caught her wrist, almost casually. Almost as quickly, three men had moved in behind him. Her men, her guards, ready to kill him at a hint from her. But he let go of her wrist, and she let her hand drop to the table that held her empty glasses.

“Is there a problem, my lady?” one of them asked, too casually.

“No,” she said. “No problem. Not yet. The next time,” she added, “stay further away.”

“Yes, my lady.” The guards retreated.

“A wise move,” the man said.

“You could have killed them all,” she answered. “They were in too close. They are far enough away now. They have their weapons trained on you.”

“My lady, do you think I would travel without my own protection?” The man smiled again, but there was little humour in that smile. It was a grimace of ultimate power and arrogance, a smile that could overwhelm. He was trying to defeat her, just with the force of his will. I am the Goddess, she thought, I am the very Hand of Death, the destroyer of worlds. No mortal can withstand me. No one can see me as I truly am, and keep their sanity. And she smiled back at him, blazing with the full force of her true nature. He did not finch, his smile did not waver.

“Who are you?” she asked, abashed.

“You do not remember me? I certainly remember you. You are by far the most beautiful woman I have ever …” he paused, searching for a word.

“Fucked?” she suggested.

“My lady, I was hoping to use a more delicate term,” he smiled again in mock apology. “Making love did not exactly describe the situation. Having sex seemed too cold blooded, too clinical.”

“Never mind,” she said. “You were a client?” “One of your very first.” He smiled again, but this time it was a soft, genuine smile. Goddess, she thought dizzily, I could love this man. Maybe I am falling in love already.

“You were much younger,” he added, “and your hair was purple.”

“Purple!” she gasped. “You’re the pioneer!”

Goddess! She barely remembered his face. She hadn’t been paying attention to his face. “You lost your accent?”

“Come with me,” he said, his voice lilting now “be wife. Make babies.” Yes, it was him! “The offer still stands,” he added, reverting to his normal cadence.

“I’m still married,” she answered, desperately twirling her wedding band.

“No you’re not. You’re just fooling yourself.” He took her other hand, grasped it, not hard, but hard enough to keep her fingers still. “Your marriage was over before he went away. You know it. You just won’t admit it to yourself.”

“Who are you, to tell me that? How would you have any fucking idea what my marriage was like?”

“I’m someone who has loved you, ever since I,” he paused, “met you. I’m someone who vowed to discover who you were, who promised to return to claim you.”

“I am a queen,” she said, “I rule this world.”

“I rule a thousand worlds,” he replied. She looked doubtful. “In the next galaxy,” he added. “It’s all mine now.” A war, a big war, she thought to herself.

“An entire galaxy?”

“Most of it. Except for the transit stations. It’s not that many people,” he admitted, “a few people spread out over a lot of worlds. But they are all mine now. Sarah, sweet Sarah, your little commonwealth will never amount to anything. You’re just fooling yourself there, too. You’re sacrificing yourself, you’re wasting your life, for things that are futile. Come with me, marry me. Together, we can build an batman escort empire that will last forever.”

Yes, she thought, yes. This was what she needed. This was her destiny. But a doubt disturbed her. “You’re a mortal,” she said. “You can fix that!” he said too eagerly. “Let me become your eternal king!” They were talking too loudly. The guests around them were beginning to notice, to strain to hear what they were saying to each other.

“I can’t do that!” she whispered. But then she wondered, could Jake do it? Did she have the power after all? “You can,” he assured her. “You have the power in you still.” Still? How did he even know that she had ever had it?

“You must remove the suppressor,” he added.

“I cannot,” she blurted, then caught herself. Not many people knew that Noah held the key. If this man thought she could remove it at will, let it stay that way. “I have made my vows,” she added lamely.

“Vows,” he snorted, “are made to be broken.”

He wants my power, she thought, he wants immortality. He’s dangerous, dangerous! But she could not tear herself away from that smile.

“I will offer you,” she said, “one evening. Two, perhaps, if you please me.” The smile grew crueller, bristling at her challenge. “But,” she added, “there is something you must do in return.”

“Improve your digestion?” he suggested.

“There is a woman, a dear friend of mine, who has vanished.”

“Sister Mary,” he said, without hesitation.

“I believe,” she said, trying to remain calm, trying not to tremble, “that she may be found within your galaxy.”

“If it is so,” he said, quite solemnly, “I will restore her to you.”

“Good. Now, signal to your guards to back off, no matter what happens. I don’t want any blood spilled. Arrest this man!” she yelled. As he grimaced in surprise, her own guards overwhelmed him and dragged him out of the room.

“What was that all about?” Oscar came rushing over to her. “Do you know who that was?”

“No,” Sarah said. She realized she had never learned the man’s name. “He was drunk and obnoxious, that’s all I know about him.”

“That was Luther, Emperor Luther, as he likes to style himself. He’s been making quite a name for himself.”

“Really?” Sarah tried to project profound lack of interest. “Emperor Luther. What is he, one of those professional wrestlers? He’s got the build for it.”

“No, my lady, he claims to have a huge empire, a real empire, over in the next galaxy. Of course, how big can it really be? We estimate that the total human population in that galaxy is less that two hundred million. No more than one of your provinces.”

“Spread out, though,” she mused.

“Most likely,” he shrugged.

“Well,” Sarah said, trying to keep her tone even, “we’ll let him cool off tonight. Maybe in the morning he’ll have better manners.”

******

“THIS,” LUTHER SNAPPED, “is not what you promised me. This was not our bargain.”

“Yes it is,” Sarah answered. “Why do you think I am here?” She wrinkled her nose. The guards, had, perhaps, been too enthusiastic in their preparations. The room reeked of sweat and blood. “Did they harm you?”

“No,” he admitted, “they were very polite.” The blood, she realized, was on his wrists and ankles. He had been trying to free himself. The chain was long enough that he could reach the cot, the little sink and toilet, but not quite to the door where she was standing.

“You tried to escape,” she said. “How foolish.”

“I lost my temper,” he admitted. “I was so enraged that you had deceived me.” He was, as she had ordered, naked. More hairy than she remembered, not as blonde, thicker in the middle, but still magnificent.

“Deceived you? Not at all. I promised you a night with me. I never specified the details.” She slipped off her robe and sandals. “Really, how did you think it was going to happen? I can’t invite you into my hotel room. It would be all over the tabloids. Here,” she smiled a chilling smile, “no one will be bothering us.”

“Where are we?” he asked. He had been hooded almost immediately after his arrest, drugged into a stupor. He had awaked to find himself stripped off all his possessions, shackled in this windowless little cell. Never again, he had thought, never again! The horror came back to him in a rush, and he had tried to break free, not even beginning to think, until pain and fatigue had forced him into submission.

“Somewhere. We are in part of my private space, my secret space.”

“I take it,” he said, “we are no longer in Toronto?”

“That would be a good guess.”

“You used a wormhole.” She shrugged in reply . “Isn’t that illegal, on this precious little planet?”

Another shrug. “It is forbidden,” she said. “The secret police have their own private network.”

“This is all illegal,” he said. “You have no right to arrest me, no right to hold me.”

“Don’t talk to me about law,” she shrugged again. “I’m a lawyer, remember? I passed the bar exam, first try.”

“What yalova escort about your precious constitution?” He was boring in on her now. Shackled, he was still attacking her. She should have gagged him, blindfolded him, left everything a fantasy. Now she was standing here shivering, trying to match wits. She already knew she was stupid, she didn’t need another evening of humiliation.

“This isn’t like you,” he was taunting. “Doesn’t this go against everything you’re preaching, everything you believe in?”

“Isn’t it odd?” she sighed. She sat down on the cot, within his reach, and he sat down beside her. “I’ve grown better, and at the same time I grown worse. Both at the same time, like a tree spreading out.”

“How much worse?” he asked. Goddess! This was something she had never talked about, not to Oscar, not to Susan, certainly not to her children. The only person she could ever have talked to was gone, missing. And now this man, this possibly very evil man, was coaxing it out of her.

“You’re a king,” she said. “You know how it is.”

“Yes,” he said, “I know.”

“There are things you have to do, decisions you have to make …” she paused, unable to continue.

“It changes you,” he said.

“I killed two men,” she said, “when I was very young. I didn’t have to kill them. It haunted me, sometimes it still haunts me. But now,” she paused again.

“It gets easier,” he said, and she nodded, mutely. “After a while,” he said, “they lose their faces, you don’t remember each one, you forget that each of them had a reason to live, people who loved them.” She was starting to cry now. She wasn’t going to cry in front of this stranger. She had come here to intimidate him, to force him to yield to her. “It’s natural,” he said. “It’s part of being who you are, what you are.”

“No,” she said, “it’s worse than that, much worse. Are you cold?”

“I’ve been very cold for a very long time.”

“Let me see if I can do something about it.” She went over to her robe and took her phone out of the pocket, spoke into it briefly. “Well, fuck you too!” she snapped. “Those fucking assholes!” she grumbled, draping the robe over her shoulders as she sat down on the bed.

“What did they say?”

“They told me it would be nice and warm once we got going. The nerve! The fucking nerve!” But she was laughing as she said it.

“They can talk to you that way?”

“The guards,” she said, “have a special relationship. I wouldn’t be queen, without the support of the secret police.”

“They selected you?” he asked.

“Not exactly. But they supported the decision. They swore loyalty to me. They report to me and me alone. I wouldn’t last a week without them.”

“I thought you had a constitutional government now. A sign of weakness.”

“I still control my guards.” She smiled, a smile that few ever witnessed.

“You know who Stalin is?” he asked. She nodded. “He came from my part of Earth. He used to have his guards find little girls, kidnap them, bring them to him for the night.”

“You think that I’m doing that?” she flared. “That I do this all the time? I’ve never done this before, never.” He didn’t say anything, but she could tell he did not believe her.

“You’ve been in this cell before,” he said.

“No,” she said, then added, “not this particular one.” She took a deep breath. My God, he thought, in a sudden panic, she is going to tell me something that no one can know. I am never going to leave this little cell alive. “There are men,” she said, “who want to kill me. Almost everyone loves me, but there are a few who hate me so much that they risk everything to kill me.”

“Women, too?” he asked.

“So far, no women.”

“How many?”

“Enough,” she said. “At least one a week. Sometimes a couple in one day.” He looked startled. “They come from all over,” she added, “from all over the galaxy. Sometimes, they are captured alive, and they come down here.”

“They go on trial?”

“No,” she said. “If they can convince the guards that they are innocent, that they were arrested by mistake, they go free. The memory of their time with us is removed. It’s easier that way, for everyone. The others …” she shrugged.

“You execute them?”

“Eventually.” The way she said it made the room seem even chillier. There was a long, uncomfortable pause. “After a while,” she said, “I got curious. I wanted to know why people hated me.” Another pause. “I wanted to know,” she added, “if they were seeing through my veneer, if I wasn’t fooling them, if they recognized how evil, how unworthy I was.”

“And?”

“I came down to watch an interrogation. You have to understand, all the time I was working, I was the one who was bound, spanked, raped, humiliated. I was always the victim.” The expert at being hurt, her son had said. “I never thought, I never dreamed …”

“You enjoyed it,” Luther said, “and you hated yourself for enjoying it.”

“H’raak used to rape his prisoners,” Sarah said. “He was an evil, evil man, ordu escort not even a man, a monster.” Like his son, my son, my beloved little birdbrain, she thought, and she began to cry. Goddess, what was she doing here? What had happened to her, to bring her to this place?

“His guards kept up the tradition?” Luther suggested.

“These men were going to die anyway,” she said. “Why not? Why not?”

“You let it happen.”

“I watched it happen.”

“You wanted to join in,” he said, and she did slap him, this time. Not too hard, bur hard enough to point out that he could no longer block her. “Pretty difficult for a woman,” he added. “Catherine the Great, you’ve heard of her? One of my favourites. She used to look for nice looking guards. Or horses.”

Improbably, her phone rang. “In your dreams,” she said, more amused that annoyed. “Yeah, fuck you too.”

“Who was that?”

“One of the guards. He thought that was a great idea.”

Luther squirmed in his chains. “We’re being watched?”

“Of course we’re being watched. You think I’m crazy enough to come in here alone with you, with no one watching? Does that bother you?” It certainly didn’t bother her. She had always worked with a monitor. She would have been terrified to think that she didn’t have that safety net. “It’s a lot more comfortable for me that way,” she added. Except, of course, when a son has been looking at recordings that never should have been made public, when a son questions all of your sexual activities. She saw how he was wilting. “Are you scared?” she taunted. “If you wish it, I can leave, and you can spend the rest of the night wishing you could reach your dick.”

“It’s okay,” he said.

“Good,” she said. “Let’s get started.” She fumbled in the pocket of her robe, and brought out the device. His eyes widened in sudden alarm.

“Boje Moi,” he said, “what is that thing?”

“A toy my husband got for me,” Sarah said. “It’s more that just a dildo. It’s a prosthetic penis. You can actually feel what it’s feeling. Well, you couldn’t, you don’t have the right plumbing on the other end. But I can.” She stood up and slipped it into place.

“You raped them?” he said. “You raped those men?”

“No,” she said. “Never, never. But …”

“You brought me here, you tied me up,” he stopped, snorting with laughter. “This is some sick fantasy for you! There’s no reason we had to do this. We could have gone back to my hotel, to your hotel. We could have had a nice, civilized evening, made love like human beings.”

“Made love,” she snapped. “No! Never! Maybe we could have fucked nicely.”

“You idiot! You sick idiot! You expect me to turn over and let you stick that into my butt?”

“No,” she said. She pressed a few buttons on her phone, and the chain that held him began to retract into the ceiling. The restraints were beginning to tighten, to lift him up off the floor.

“Okay,” he said, “I get the point. I’ll cooperate.”

She let chain go slack, and he stretched out on his stomach. She knelt behind him, and tried to enter him, but his buttocks were clenched tight. “Come on,” she said, “I know you’re very strong. What I want to know is how brave you are.”

“Brave?” he said. “Brave enough to fight?”

“Brave enough to yield,” she said. “If you want me, you are going to have to surrender.”

“Fuck you!” he muttered, but he relaxed, and she slipped into him without resistance.

“Damn!” she muttered.

“What’s the matter?” he said. “Not what you expected?”

“No,” she said, “it feels wonderful. It’s too easy, that’s all. You’re supposed to be screaming. In my fantasy, you’re supposed to be screaming. You’ve done this before,” she added.

“No,” he said. She could feel him tensing. If it had been real flesh inside of him, it would have been squeezed right out. “Never. Well, some medical tests, but never for pleasure.”

“No lies,” she said. “You like it. I’ll bet you went for a lot of those tests.” She pressed up against him, feeling the hard little spot within him, letting it slide across the tip of the artificial penis. “Oh,” she said, “a little large for a man your age. We’re going to have to give you a thorough examination.”

“You’re good,” he admitted. “You’re very good.”

“I haven’t done this for a long time,” she said. “My husband used to like it.” Used to, used to. Her husband was history, very ancient history. Noah had been big, but not this big, strong, but not this strong. She rubbed her breasts on that strong, broad back and Luther began to tremble. She kissed his neck, and the shivers turned into one long spasm. She came then. It felt different, this way, so much sensation transferred out to her artificial maleness. It tingled, it glowed, but the final orgasm was centered back where it has always been. It had been a while, she realized, quite a while, since she had even had a hint of desire. This had been building in her, somewhere, silently, secretly. Now, at last, it was rushing through her body. She felt as if she was pouring fire into him, flooding him with her desire. Of course, the artificial organ could not ejaculate, but she could sense fluid pouring through it. Goddess! She was peeing into his butt! No, she realized, it was like that one time with Paula. It had never happened again, she had almost forgotten that it could happen.

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I have been intending to inflict this nasty bit of fucking upon my lover for a while now. The thinking and planning phases are finished now and I am ready and waiting for him.

At his knock I throw open the door and pull him inside shutting the door and double locking it. He gasps with surprise at my strength and urgency as I forcibly shove him back against the door. I pull off his clothes and shrug off my dressing gown and when we are both naked, I slam my body against his. My greedy open mouth begins to feed on his, sucking and biting his lips and sucking his tongue with a fierce urgency.

My hands go wild, touching and feeling every part of his body until his cock is fully erect — a hot poker pressing into my stomach. My cunt, wet in anticipation, fills the room with its ripe odor. I smear my hand with my cunt juice and wipe his mouth with my juices and go back to ravenously feeding on his mouth.

My lover is no coward. He knows this will be a crazy ride and he is totally into it offering no resistance. I pull his arms over his head and dive face first into each armpit sucking and biting there. The manly smell of his pits is fuel to my sex-driven engine and my flowing cunt juices begin to run down my legs. I grab his nipple rings as my mouth slides down to his cock, escort ataşehir which I take fully into my mouth. He grabs and pulls my hair as I suck his cock exerting pressure on it with my teeth. My hands stay on his nip rings, which I pull and twist as I suck his twitching cock, causing him to cry out in pain and pleasure. I am whimpering and moaning with frenzied lust and could finish him like this, but that is way too easy.

Under this assault, his knees are buckling and I use this momentum to pull him to the floor where I spit on his cock and proceed to straddle him and fuck him with my legs wound tightly around him. I grab his hair, as I bounce up and down on his cock slamming my ass against his legs. I direct his hands to my tits with their fully erect nipples and tell him, “Pull them, you bastard. Hard. Hurt me.” Screaming with pain, I straddle-fuck him and bite his lower lip till I draw blood, smearing both his face and mine with bright crimson liquid. I suck up his saliva and blood as I bounce wildly on his lap.

His glazed eyes and arching back tell me he may be close to orgasm so I pull myself off his cock, slide backward on his legs and stand up. His anguished look says it all. I laugh, knowing he doesn’t want escort pendik me to stop, but it is too early to finish this game. I am a feverish and single-minded woman operating with a brute strength which totally shocks me. I pull him up from the floor, throw him to the bed and command him to get up on his knees, doggy-style and spread his ass cheeks.

I come up behind him, inspect his asshole, push my mouth to it and kiss it passionately. Then I suck it with whorish abandon. At the same time I reach under him and pull his balls firmly toward me. With my other hand I begin to stretch his cock, which is wet with my cunt juices. Pulling my head back I see his asshole open and close again and push my mouth back in there, sucking his hole, then looking at it and diving back in for more. Suddenly I insert my tongue as far as it will go and start to rapid-fire fuck him. As my tongue goes in and out of his hole, he can feel my sweaty breasts pushing against his buttocks.

My lover’s legs are trembling now. He is moaning and crying out, his body covered with perspiration. His balls are tightening and my hand is covered with his pre-cum so I know this sucker is going to blow any second. For my part, the excitement of this full-on escort ümraniye fucking has my cunt throbbing with need and my clit fully erect. But we are not there quite yet.

I pull away from him and he collapses to the bed begging me for more. I straddle him, eyeball him and say, “Ok, baby. Assfuck me and finish us both.” He slides from under me, grabs my ass and slowly inserts his nearly purple, throbbing cock into my black hole. I can feel his balls hitting my cunt as he moves his cock in and out of my ass. I scream with every movement of his cock in there. I am sobbing. My mouth is dripping saliva. My nose is running and my legs quaking. I can feel his sweat dripping on my back. The room is filled with the smell of our sweaty bodies and sex juices.

I begin to rub my magic button. It won’t take much to bring my stiff clit to orgasm so that we will with certainty explode together. We are shouting out now, swearing against god and nature and moaning with the extremity of this depraved fucking. We yell out as we cum with full force. His hips bucking, I feel his warm cum flood my ass and wet both of us. I feel my cum squirt against him and run down my legs. I am still on my knees, my head resting on my hands. His spent body is draped over my back like a rug, his arms dangling down. After a few minutes, I slide out from under his sweaty, trembling body. As I do so he tumbles to the bed like a sack of potatoes.

Lying next to him, I pull him toward me brushing his wet matted hair from his eyes. Then I notice it. There is a little smile on his lips, which I tenderly kiss. “Jesus Christ, baby…” he whispers hoarsely.

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