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Chapter 5: The Training Continues

As I closed the door after the last client of the day Melissa padded on bare feet from the living room, an open can of VB in her hand. “Here you are Sir, I thought you may like a cold beer after a hard day of spanking.” She giggled as she passed the drink to me.

“Thank you my subbie, I love it when you read my mind,” I laughed, “Any messages?”

“Only one phone call Sir,” Melissa replied, “And it was a bit strange. She said she was from Channel 8 and wanted to include an interview with you on a TV documentary they are making on BDSM. I have her name and number for you to ring her back.”

“A BDSM documentary on television?” I said as I slumped into my favorite armchair. “Well that sounds interesting I must say, get her for me Melissa.”

“Yes Sir, my pleasure,” Melissa replied, picking up the cordless phone and dialing the number. She wrinkled her nose as she listened to the recorded list of options. “I wonder if any large companies actually employ telephonists these days, I hate dealing with computers.”

Finally Melissa made contact with the reporter and passed the phone to me, “Her name is Anne Shearman,” my subbie said as she knelt at my feet, removing my shoes and sox to start my daily foot massage.

“Matt speaking, may I help you?” I said and for the next fifteen minutes I listened to Ms. Shearman motor mouth her plans for the TV show and my interview.

When I was finally able to get a word in I explained my situation to her and also put her right about some misconceptions she had about the BDSM scene. Anne had not heard the words “safe, sane and consensual” used in relation to BDSM. I had to assure her that all Doms/Dommes were not sadists and in fact most were caring and understanding people who went out of their way to make ensure the safety and enjoyment of their submissives. I suggested some good web sites where she could do some investigation prior to my interview. I also stated that I wanted a signed legal contract to see the final cut and that we would negotiate any changes I required. Thirty five minutes later we agreed that Anne, her camera man and sound recorder would come to my home the following Thursday for the interview.

“Well Melissa, how would you like to be on television?” I asked as I passed the telephone over.

“Me on TV? Oh Sir, I would be worried that some of my old friends would recognize me and perhaps my parents find out also.”

“I understand that my sweet, I think I can organize that your lovely face does not appear, and just to make sure, we will obtain a mask. Anyway it just may be that shapely arse of your that gets on the screen, Anne has asked me if I have someone with whom I could do a spanking demonstration.”

Melissa blushed and gulped, “Oh Sir, my arse on national television? Whatever next will you have planned for me?’

I laughed, “Don’t worry my subbie, I will ensure that you are not embarrassed in any way and just for once you will wear panties. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, it may never get to air. Melissa?”

“Yes Sir?” Melissa looked up from massaging my feet and smiled when she saw where I was pointing. She quickly wiped the excess oil from my feet and knelt up between my legs.

Melissa’s deft hands soon had my belt unclipped, the button undone and the zip lowered. I raised my hips and she slid the trousers and undies down and off over my feet. Her practiced hands stroked my cock and it wasn’t long before I was hard and ready for her soft lips. Melissa sucked for a time on each of my balls, her shining eyes telling me how much she was enjoying pleasing her Master. After licking all over the shaft she opened her mouth and I had the wonderful sight of my cock sliding slowly out of sight. The sensations were amazing as the head of my cock went down her throat and my balls slapped her chin. Our eyes met and my subbie cheekily winked at me, then started to move her head up and down, her cheeks moving in and out as she sucked hard. I relaxed back into the chair and let Melissa please me, knowing it would not take long before I was ready to orgasm. My moans of pleasure told Melissa that I was getting close and her head bobbed up and down in long slow movements.

“I’m cummmmmiiiiiinnngggggg,” I cried, my hips thrusting forward as my cock spurted into her welcoming mouth.

Melissa sucked hard and swallowed, loving that she was looking after her Master and making sure that she did not spill one drop. As I calmed down she smiled up at me, licking her lips in the familiar “cat’s got the cream” expression that I love so much.

“Thank you my subbie, you were excellent as always.”

“Your pleasure is always mine Master,” Melissa smiled at me again as she stood, “Are you ready for dinner now? The roast beef will be done to your liking I’m sure.”

“Thank you Melissa, go and serve the dinner, I will be there as soon as I wash up.”

The next few days passed quietly as the day drew close for the television interview.

Anne Shearman and her two man crew arrived on time in separate cars the following Thursday. escort kadıköy Melissa has been fussing about the house to ensure that it looked at its best. Fresh flowers in the hall and living room, the smell of freshly brewed coffee from the kitchen and incense burning in the dungeon. I dressed casually as usual but at Melissa’s quiet insistence I wore a pair of leather trousers with a black shirt. Melissa was dressed demurely as a good subbie should be and nervously showed the TV crew into the living room.

Anne introduced herself and her assistants, Jake on camera and Zeke on sound recording. Anne looked in her late thirties, medium length bottle blond hair, a lovely smile that probably cost thousands of dollars and a solid figure. She was smartly dressed in a white blouse and dark blue jacket with matching blue skirt that fell just below her knees.

I told Melissa to take the boys into the dungeon so they could work out camera angles and get some ‘atmosphere’ shots that could be edited later. While they were doing that I went over the contract with Anne. It was as I had asked for, giving me the final say as to what was to go to air, and Melissa and Jake witnessed the signatures.

The dungeon was now brightly lit with extra lights and after a little discussion the interview commenced. Anne had done her homework pretty well and most of the questions were intelligent and well worded. I answered each carefully, taking my time to choose the correct words, knowing that the BDSM community and many of my friends would be watching critically.

After about twenty minutes of questioning Anne called for a break. I knew that the segment that was being recorded at my place would only take about twelve minutes of the whole show and that some of the interview would end on the cutting room floor. Now it was time to record a short demonstration of what actually took place during a BDSM session, with natural emphasis on the intriguing subject of Corporal Punishment.

Melissa was standing to one side looking quite nervous and concerned so I excused us for a short time and took her out to the kitchen.

I gave Melissa a hug and asked, “My little subbie, are you ok to go through with the filming? You don’t have to if you don’t want to you know, I understand how you may be feeling.”

“Oh Sir, thank you. I do want to do it for you but I feel so nervous, worse than the first time I visited you here.”

“Perfectly understandable Melissa, but don’t forget that you will be masked and none of your family or friends have seen your short hair cut. I am 100% sure that you will not be recognized.”

Melissa thought for a short time before replying, “Yes you are right as usual Sir, I will do it, for me, for you and for the community.”

“Excellent my subbie,” I gave her a quick kiss, “Let’s give the viewers a show they will never forget, and remember, I have the final say. So you and I will see it before it goes to air and edit anything we think is inappropriate.”

Melissa grinned and took my hand, “Let’s go Master and show my arse to the world!”

We entered the dungeon and from a drawer I took a fancy dress mask that Melissa slipped over her face.

“Ok Anne, we are ready to do the demonstration for you now. No questions while I am working please, I’ll explain what is happening as we proceed and if necessary we can do a voice over later.” I felt totally in control of the situation. “Jake, Melissa will be over the spanking horse and I will be standing on the left hand side, so I suggest you stand about here and Zeke you should have the mike as close as possible to Melissa. I’m sure your viewers will appreciate some of the sound effects.”

After the guys had their equipment ready and Melissa and I in place, I started the demonstration. I explained Melissa’s place in our relationship and then turned my subbie around and bent her over the wooden frame. I heard Anne gasp as I lifted Melissa’s skirt and exposed her lovely white buttocks. Since the first contact with Anne I had not played with Melissa’s arse so it would be unmarked for today’s demonstration.

Naturally I commenced with a few swats of fairly gentle bare hand spanking, before, because of the time constraints, giving some hard whacks that brought some “owws and ouches” from Melissa. My next choice was a table tennis bat, explaining as I swatted Melissa’s arse that the bat made an excellent, inexpensive paddle, and it was readily available, if not already in many homes. Melissa’s buttocks were now a soft pink and I changed to a leather strap. Her reactions were loud as the strap left clear red marks that made my subbie kick her legs at each swat. I glanced at Anne to see with interest that she had slumped into my chair and was biting her bottom lip as she gazed at Melissa’s red arse.

My next selection was a riding crop and after a couple of swishes through the air I landed ten quick cracks on alternate cheeks. Melissa’s cries filled the room and I knew that she was making the most of the situation and over reacting for the escort kartal camera. Her arse cheeks were criss-crossed with bright red marks and I knew that Jake had a close up view for the viewers.

“The last item I am going to demonstrate is a cane,” I said as I changed the crop for a thin piece of rattan. “This can easily cut the flesh and extreme care needs to be used at all times. A cane should only be used by experienced dominants, it is best to practice first on a pillow.”

With that introduction I tapped Melissa’s arse and saw her muscles automatically relax.

“Crack!” – “Owwwwwwww”

“Crack!” – “Yahhhhhhhhhhh”

“Crack!!” – “Oh Godddddd!”

“Crack!!” – “Ahhhhhhhhhhh”

“Crack!!” – “Yiiiiiikkkkkkkkkes!”

“CRACK!!” – “Aaaiiiiieeeeeee!”

At this stage I stopped caning and signaled Jake to stop filming.

“Turn off the camera and the sound fellas,” I asked, holding Melissa down over the frame.

Jake and Zeke placed the camera and sound equipment down on the floor and looked inquiringly at me.

“Anne I will demonstrate effect that Corporal Punishment has on Melissa, watch carefully.”

Anne nodded, I think she was lost for words at this stage. Her eyes had still not left Melissa’s striped cheeks.

Once again I placed the cane against my subbie’s buttocks and gave her six quick blows in succession. Melissa’s legs jerked off the floor, she screamed and then shuddered violently as an orgasm shook through her lovely body. I grinned as I saw Anne’s mouth drop wide open; Zeke and Jake were also wide-eyed in astonishment.

When Melissa’s body had stopped shaking I helped her up off the horse and hugged her tight to me.

As I slipped her mask off I whispered, “Excellent my lil subbie, maybe not Oscar standard but you will get your reward later.”

“Thank you Sir,” Melissa whispered back, “You know that being with You is all the reward I need.”

I turned back to face Anne who was struggling up off the chair, her face flushed with excitement.

“Well Anne, I think you have enough footage to put together an interesting little segment for your show.”

“Wow Matt and Melissa, that was absolutely amazing. I’m sure your demonstration will be the highlight of the show, thank you so much Melissa.”

Before Melissa could answer I asked her to go to the kitchen and prepare the coffee and snacks for our guests. Jake and Zeke collected their equipment while I chatted some more with Anne.

Melissa called us out to the living room for a welcome break. I deliberately talked to the guys about their experiences at Channel 8, which gave Anne a chance to chat with Melissa. I knew I could trust Melissa to be careful with her answers. Time soon passed and soon it was time for Anne and her crew to depart. They thanked us for our time and were effusive with their compliments of how well the shoot had gone. We said our farewells and Anne and the crew stepped outside to return to the television station. Melissa closed the door and looked quizzically at me.

“Yes my subbie?” I asked, knowing she was bursting to ask questions.

“Sir, firstly you were just great, so calm and composed. You brought back memories of the first time I met you. And secondly, was it my imagination or was Anne turned on by what transpired in the dungeon?”

“Transpired? That’s good woody word,” I laughed. “Yes Melissa, Anne was very turned on, I expect she will return soon. And thank you for the compliments.”

“You think she will return Sir?” Melissa was wide eyed, “She certainly was interested in my experiences while we were having coffee. I hope she won’t use any of what I told her in the documentary.”

“Don’t worry about the documentary, I have the final say about what goes onto the screen.” The front door bell interrupted my words. “Hmmm, could that be Anne so soon?”

Melissa raised her eyebrows at me as she moved to the front door. I was not surprised when I heard Anne’s voice from the hallway and I moved out to greet her.

Anne looked at me and gave an embarrassed smile. “I’m sorry to interrupt you Matt, and Melissa, but ummmmm, oh golly I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s ok Anne, I know why you are back.”

“You know why I came back?” Anne spluttered, wringing her hands nervously, “Oh God was I that obvious? I hope the boys didn’t realize what was happening to me. I was so wet, shit, what am I saying? You must think I’m crazy.”

I grasped Anne’s left arm and she made no protest as led her down the hall back to the dungeon. Her face was bright red and she moaned when I stood her in a corner and ordered, “Stay there and don’t move, I’ll be back shortly.”

I turned and left the room, hurrying to the living room where I knew Melissa would have switched on the closed circuit television. To my delight Anne was still standing facing the corner.

“She hasn’t moved since you put her there,” Melissa said in an excited voice, “What are your plans Sir?”

“First, you are going to assist me Melissa. I want to see escort maltepe how your Domme training is coming along. Anne really likes you, I was watching while you were chatting and having coffee. Just follow my lead in the dungeon, go and change into your leather gear, quick now.”

Melissa smiled, rose on tiptoe and gave me a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you Sir, I won’t let you down.” She giggled and ran to her room to change.

After a few more tension building minutes I returned to the dungeon, Anne had not moved.

“Come over here Anne,” I ordered as I sat on the straight-backed chair.

With her eyes flicking over the equipment hanging on the walls Anne walked the few paces and stood in front of me.

“Kneel down!” I barked the order.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh yes, I’m sorry Matt,” Anne knelt, her head downcast, not wanting to make eye contact with me.

“Well Anne, this is something I did not expect when we first spoke on the phone. You were so confident and composed, when did your mind start to spin?”

“Start to spin, yes what a good description.” Anne found her voice. “Well I had a few feelings of ummm, excitement I guess, when I was looking at the web sites you suggested, especially castlerealm dot com. But I just ignored the feelings as being stupid, shut them out of my mind, you understand what I mean Matt?”

I nodded and let Anne continue.

“But when you bared Melissa’s lovely arse and started to spank her I had trouble standing and had to sit down. I ohhhhhh shit, I was worried I would drip on the floor I was that wet, like I am now. Oh I can’t believe I’m here telling you all this, what’s happening to me Matt?” Anne looked up at me with pleading eyes, obviously worried that she was losing the plot.

“Look Anne, I’m no psychologist. All I can do is repeat what I said in the interview. Some people in management or in highly stressed positions have a need to give up control when away from work. My advice is not to question your needs, everyone is unique and different.”

I was interrupted by a knock on the door and I called, “Come in Mistress Melissa!”

“Mistress Melissa?” Anne gasped as Melissa entered the dungeon.

Melissa looked absolutely stunning dressed completely in black leather. A small tight vest that pushed her breasts high, short pants and thigh high boots made an amazing change from slave to Mistress. She strode confidently across the dungeon and stood beside Anne, stroking her hair.

“My God Melissa you look so different,” Anne’s voice showed her surprise.

“Melissa is a BDSM switch,” I explained, “That means she can take the submissive or Dominant role. As you know she came to me as submissive, but from a dominant role in her job. So the change from one to the other is relatively easy for her, and I’m delighted with her progress in learning the Domme role.”

“Sir, I am ready to assist you with Anne,” Melissa said with a hint of pride in her voice.

I stood and helped Anne to her feet, leading her over to the spanking horse. She stood in front of the padded wooden frame, breathing quickly through clenched teeth, a tremor of anticipation running through her body.

I looked at Melissa and mouthed “safe word” as a hint. She hit herself on the head as if to say, ‘My first time in charge and I forgot something so basic.’

But she recovered her poise in a couple of seconds and asked, “Anne do you have any preference for a safe word? Sir explained the use of safe words to you earlier.”

“Oh Melissa,” Anne started to say but was interrupted firmly by my subbie.

“Mistress Melissa is my name Anne, and I want you to call me that, or just Mistress will suffice.”

I smiled to myself as Anne gulped and replied, “I, I’m sorry Mistress Melissa, I forgot, I mean, oh I’m so confused. Can you give me a safe word please Mistress.”

“Anne take some deep breaths and try and relax.” Melissa was now really on the ball, “If anything happens that you can’t stand just say ‘red’, and we will stop. Now lets get this jacket off.”

Melissa reached out, undid the three buttons and opened the front of the jacket. Melissa’s hands brushed Anne’s breasts as she pushed the jacket back off her shoulders causing Anne to gasp in surprise. I nodded at Melissa and together we placed Anne directly in front of the horse.

“Bend over Anne,” Melissa ordered.

A long low moan escaped Anne’s lips as Melissa and I firmly pushed her down and over the padded top of the timber frame. Melissa grasped the hem of Anne’s skirt and lifted it up over her back exposing white silk panties.

“Pleeeeeease,” Anne pleaded as Melissa pulled the panties up into the crack of her arse, enabling both of us to rub our hands over her smooth white skin.

“You want us to stop Anne?” I asked, “We don’t have to go any further you know.”

“No, don’t stop, just pleeeeease get on with it,” Anne pleaded, “This waiting is killing me.”

I grinned at Melissa and her eyes twinkled back at me, she was enjoying her new role immensely.

I pointed to a tawse hanging on the wall that Melissa collected and held out to me. I signaled that she was to keep hold of the tawse and another smile lit her lovely face. I moved around and knelt in front of Anne, holding her arms so she could not escape. Melissa raised her eyebrows at me as if to say, ‘I’m doing this alone?’ and I nodded back, smiling enthusiastically at my trainee Domme.

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I want you in a nice and relaxed mood. I would like this to be the perfect night that we both could have. I would like it to be an all day thing. You calling me in the morning so I can hear your voice and get all hot, wet and excited. Then at some point during the day get a surprise from you. I would love to hear your voice at some point during the day. I have plotted all day on how to serve you and meet your needs when you get home.

I would arrive home just before you. I would jump in the shower and get cleaned up. My finger nails and toes nails painted waiting for your inspection. When I got out of the shower I would put some makeup on, some perfume and have my hair done very nicely. I would put on something sexy for you with my collar around my neck. I would have my leash in my hand. When you walked through the door, I would be on my knees. I hand you my leash. You put my leash onto my collar then I asked if I might suck my Master’s cock.

You nod with a smile and I unzip your pants and gently pull your cock out of your pants. I begin to suck it and you then begin to go in and out of my mouth. You seem to enjoy my mouth very much. I can feel your cock getting harder and harder then it explodes in my mouth. I must swallow every drop or be punished. I swallow all because I do wish to make my Master happy. I do however, wish to be punish if my swallowing is not done to his liking. I would hope that I did it to your liking though. After I have finished satisfying your needs for the moment you allow me to standup and follow you into the living room. You tell me what it is you like and I get it for you. When I have returned and handed it to you, I ask where you would like me to sit. You tell me to sit on the floor by your feet and begin talking. I ask if my Master would like a back escort ataköy rub, so I give one to you. I would like you to be completely relaxed and enjoy the evening.

You turn on the television and there is nothing there so you tell me to put on a skirt with no panties on, get my clamps and place them on my nipples then to put on a loose fitting sweater. We are going to the adult store then to the video store for a movie. I have no panties on to remind me of who’s white pussy it is, It is yours Master I tell you. The clamps are to remind me of the nice pain that you can bring me for either pleasure if I am good or punishment if I am bad. These are your white tits, I say Master. I wish to please you Sir!

We head out for our journey to the store. As I sit in the car you tell me to spread my legs so I get a cold breeze between my legs. When we get there you make me lift my skirt up in the back ever so slightly and you smack my white ass. We go into the adult store and you find some toys you like. I say please take this white body and play with me the way you like Sir. You find a dildo that you would like in my ass and some Velcro straps. After we are finished at the adult store we go to the video store. While on the way there you tell me to sit with my legs spread apart again so I can feel the cool breeze going to my pussy. You take your hand and place it up under my shirt and pull the chain to the nipple clamps and tell me that these are your white tits, slave. I say Yes Master. We pick out a movie then go home. You put the leash back on me as we sit in the car in front of my house. I unlock the door and you tell me to go in front of you. As I start walking up the stairs you tell me to stop and pull up my skirt. Yes Master, I begin pulling up my skirt and escort istanbul you bend me over and take my leash and smack my white ass with it making it red.

I say thank you Master, I wish to humbly serve you. You spread my legs and begin to play with your pussy, making it wet and hot. You take your fingers and shove them into your pussy then taking them out all wets and putting them into my mouth. I suck off my juices. You continue to spread my legs and then taking the end of the leash and smacking my pussy with it then making my ass beat red. Take off you sweater, sub. You tell me to sit on the stair, knowing it will sting to sit. Yes Master I say. As he pulls his cock out of his pants he grabs Missy’s head and tells her to suck your Masters Cock, my pet. I sucked it and watched it as it got harder and harder. You pulled your cock out of my mouth as you began to cum. You grab the chain to the clamps and begin to pull them hard as I finish jacking you off on my tits. Oh God, Master it feels so good and I am so happy to see all you’re cum on my tits and the pain that you are giving me feels so good too.

We go up stairs and you turn on shower and tell me to get into the shower. You follow right behind me. I wash you first and make sure that you are clean then I wash myself. We get out and dry off. You tell me that I must remain with no clothing on for the rest of the night. The only thing I am allowed to wear is Master’s collar and leash. Yes Sir:)

You put the collar and leash back on me. I ask if I may get my Master anything before we watch the movie. Per your request I get it for you. You put in the movie as I get what you asked for. You are sitting on the on the couch. When I come back into the room, I ask, Master where would you like escort çapa me to sit? You say sit right here sub, pointing next to you. During the movie you played with me reminding me that you receive pleasure from your white sub/slave.

When the movie is over, you instructed me to go into bedroom and get onto the bed. You brought in the new toys that you had just purchased. You spread my legs and tied them to the posts on the bed. You took my arms and tied them to the other posts on the bed. You put the clamps back on your white tits. You put clamps on my pussy lips to have my clit exposed. You took some ice and put it on my nipples then on my clit.

Once my clit was hard you took the end of my leash and lightly smacked your white pussy. You made me very aroused to the point of cumming but stopped. May I please have your cock in my mouth Master? Yes, you say my white sub/slave. You straddle me and stick your dick in my mouth and begin to fuck my mouth. You pulled your dick out of my mouth and shoved it into my hot, wet and slippery pussy. There was a dildo in my ass, my pussy lips were spread wide open and my clit was very hard. I was so turned on and your felt so good inside. You pulled out and put your cock into my mouth and told me to clean your cock off. While I suck the juices off your cock, you play with my clit and tell me to cum on demand. You took your fingers and shoved them up into your wet pussy to get them wet.

You whisper in my ear that I am your slave. You untied me you command me to get onto all fours. You shoved your cock into this hot, wet and slippery pussy and begin to fuck your slave. Taking the leash and occasionally smacking my ass and then grabbing the chain from the nipple clamps and pulling it. You began to cum and told me to roll over. You came all over my face. When you are all finish, you instruct that as a reward, I must wear the Master’s cum all day and remain nude. As, Missy lies there she accepts her Master’s orders. He comes to her, sits on the bed and holds and caresses her. They fall asleep in each other’s arms for a short nap.

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“Yeah, yes! You did hear him call me mistress. I stupidly went to a costume party dressed all in leather and he’s been teasing me about it, ever, since…Mistress, this, Mistress, that…” She lied.

“I’m just tired of it.”

“Oh, really?” Justin said laughing. “I’d like to see that costume.”

The conversation went back to normal and they past the time easily, enjoying each other’s company.

Justin walked her to her car.

“I had a really good time, tonight.”

“So did I.” She said, shaking her head earnestly.

They almost kissed, but embraced instead. Terry didn’t believe in kissing on the first date.

“I hope to see you, again, soon…”

“…Well, I just moved into my new apartment…”

“I’m having a house-warming, this Saturday. You’re welcome to come by. It starts around noon…”

“I’d love to” He said…

And he turned to walk to his car. They both looked back at each other, again. Smiling and waving.

~~~~

Since that close call, Terry was on auto-pilot, when it came to her work. Luckily, clients took her indifference as dissatisfaction with them and they worked that much harder, for her.

She was gifted at her work. Embarrassed as she was about it, she was loathed to admit, she started to really like playing that character, dressing up in her intricate outfits. She felt like a goddess. That part frightened her. Was she some kind of pervert??

She just didn’t want Justin to find out.

~~~~

On the day before her house-warming, Kendra called her excitedly…

“Girl, you won’t believe who just rolled into town, asking for your type…”

Kendra said nothing, probably hoping for guesses.

“…Well, don’t leave me in suspense, girl, who?”

“I’ll give you a hint…” Kendra paused again and said…”THIS.IS.SPARTAAA!!”

“No way…NO WAY!!”

“Girl, I told you, you’d be surprised who’s into this stuff.”

“Terry shook her head on the other end of the phone. It all makes sense now. He dated the queen of dominance, Naomie Campbell.”

They both laughed heartily, over that.

“Well, all I can say, is I. AM. jealous…”

“Don’t be…He may be fine, but I have no interest in bearing witness to his perversions…”

“Indulging them honey, Indulging them…” Kendra corrected.

“Just go to the Hilton Grand, room 206 tonight at 7.”

“And you better tell me EVERYTHING…”

“Client confidentially, remember?”

Kendra started to cuss…

“I’m kidding..” Terry said laughing.

She replaced the receiver and took a deep breath…She’d never serviced anyone, this big before…

Millionaires, politicians, but never any stars. Kendra had, though. Tarentino was a particularly kinky one, he loved having Kendra shove her bare feet into his face.

~~~~~

Terry picked her sexiest outfit, all the while, second-guessing herself…

“What are you doing? You have a date with Justin tomorrow, remember?”

It was a glossy black, latex, halter, mini-dress, that flared out a bit at her thighs. She wore the highest stilettos she could bare and still walk in them and last but not least, she pulled her hair up into a high ponytail, which draped over her shoulder.

It was cold, so she had an excuse to be as covered up, as she was…but if anyone looked too closely, they would notice her shoes.

~~~

She took tuzla escort a deep breath and knocked on his door…

‘Who is it? ” He asked in his thick Scottish brogue.

“Your appointment.” she answered.

The door, opened…

“Well, come in, come in.” He said.

She entered his room and shed her coat…

He looked her up and down, smiling…

“Wow” He said. “Just as advertised.”

“Mistress Xenobia, is it?”

“Yes, Gerald…” she said pronouncing his name in his native tongue…There is, she learned, much power in a name. “Your safe word is “fence”.

He knelt before her…”What would you have me do, dark queen?”

“Mistress, Xenobia.”..She corrected roughly angling his jaw up with her hand… This was not as rough, as with her usual clients.

In her head, she was shrieking like a fan-girl, but on the outside, she played the game, easier on him then the others, but she still played.

“Strip.” She commanded.

He began to shed his clothes.

“QUICKLY!!” She said shoving him hard in the back of the head. He did as he was told, quickly taking off everything, down to his birthday suit…

She was impressed. Those muscles she saw in that movie, were no special effect. His hair had grown out from the Caesar cut, he had in the film…

“She flipped it with her hands, pretending to be disgusted… “Your hair is too long…”

“I’m growing it out for ro-“

She slapped him…”Did I give you permission to speak?”

He licked a spot at the corner of his mouth where there was a little blood.

She lifted her leg and placed her spiked heel on his shoulder…Digging it in painfully.

“I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!!”

“No, Mistress…”

He eyes followed her lifted leg, giving him a nice view of her shimmering, sheer, black panties…

She quickly dropped her leg…

“What are you looking at?”

“Nothing, Mistress.” He said dropping his eyes to the floor…

She could see that was he hardening a bit, quite a lot, in fact.

“You want to touch me?”

“Yes, Mistress, very much…”

“You’re not good enough to touch me…”

“I know Mistress.” She slapped him again…”You don’t follow instructions, very well, do you?”

She went into her usual script, belittling whatever she could…

“You’re some kind of male slut aren’t you? That’s why you hired me.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I’ve seen you parading around with woman, after woman…”

“I bet you’re diseased…” She said….dragging a nail across the back of his neck.

“No, mistress…” Another slap.

“…You’re not even a good actor…”

“You should go back to Scotland” She said, bending over, to whisper into his ear…

“You deserve to be punished…” She said yanking him back by his hair.

She retrieved a thick white rope from her bag and proceeded to tie his hands, behind his back.

“You’re touching me, now…”

“Are you grateful?”

“Yes, very grateful, Mistress…” He replied breathing hard.

She circled him, trying decide what to do next…Her mind was whirling…She could easily cross the line, but Justin, she thought.

She wanted to cross the line.

But her date tomorrow…

But oh, my God, he looked so sexy, completely nude, hard as rock…Breathing hard like that, pendik escort he wanted her so badly…

“Fuck it” She thought and reached her hand out to touch his lips…He sucked her fingers into his mouth, saying “mmm…”

“Did I give you permission to, to…”

She felt delirious…

She pulled her hand from his mouth and stood back, trying figure out her next move…

He could tell her game, might be coming to an end…And he smiled.

She walked over to him, slowly…sliding up her skirt.

Her sex was mere centimeters away from his face…

She turned so her right hip brushed his lips…

“Bite it.” She commanded.

And he knew exactly what she meant. Her panties had snaps on the sides…

“He used his teeth to undo the first and when she turned, he did the other side, as well.

Her panties fell away, revealing a neatly trimmed, pussy, glistening with her arousal.

“You, -you, want to taste me, don’t you…”

“Yes…” He said softly. “Very much, Mistress…” He was breathing heavily.

She closed the gap between them and he leaned in exploring her pussy with his talented tongue…

She drew a sharp intake of breath. This was heavenly. Fuck, crossed lines…

He flattened his tongue and rolled it along her sex, like a wave, causing that very sensation, waves of pleasure flooding through her body. She shuddered and propped her hand on his shoulder, to steady her self…

Then he plunged his tongue, deeply into her pussy (my God! It was long) while his upper-lip pressed against her clit…

That was it…She came…HARD….

“OhshitOhshitOhshit!”

She propped both hands on his shoulders steadying herself. She felt like she might faint.

When her strength returned, she backed away from his wet mouth…He was a messy eater.

He looked at her intensely and she read his mind…

“Get these ropes off, so I can fuck you properly” His face was saying.

She ran around behind him, undid the intricate knot, and he immediately turned around, grabbing her around the waist. He picked her up, carrying her towards his bed…

She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. He cupped her ass, lifting her so her legs wrapped around his waist…

He didn’t make it to his bed. They toppled onto a side-table while she leaned back on her hands, sweeping papers and knick-knacks off and gaining leverage.

He fucked her hard and fast….

She came first, his quick thrusts pounding away at her delicate flesh.

“OOOoooooooooh!!!”

And then he came, “SHIT!” gripping her hips, pulling her flush against his body.

They looked at each other for a moment and then kissed again…This time, they made it to the bed.

~~~~

When she woke up the next morning, she realized the gravity of what she had done…

And then she noticed the time.

Gerard, lay, still slumbering. She didn’t want to disturb him. She gathered her shoes, slide on her skirt and picked up her coat.

She couldn’t find her panties.

She wrapped herself in her coat and tip-toed out of the room…

~~~~

When she got to her apartment, guilty emotions flooded her mind.

“What have I done?…I FUCKED a client…”

“I cheated on my date…My date who’s coming over TODAY.”

“Shit! Shit maltepe escort SHIT!”

She set about preparing for the house-warming, pleased to have something to do, to take her mind off…(that MIND-BLOWING sex with) Gerard.

~~~

Oli’ and Kendra arrived first.

They could see, right away something was wrong…

Kendra said something first…”Okay, girl, what did you do?”

Terry looked up at her, guiltily.

“…Ooooooh, you didn’t…”

“YOU DIDN’T!”

Oli’ looked at both of them, amped to hear something juicy.

“She didn’t what?”

“…FUCK GERARD BUTLER.”

Oli’s mouth fell open…. And then he said… “Huney, don’t feel bad, I woulda’ fucked him too.”

“But I have a date today, with a really nice guy, who I like!”

“Listen.” Kendra said, “It’s alright…Honestly, I’m surprised it took you this long to slip…”

“You mean…”

“-Yes girl, with this banker so fine, you would look at him and cry.”

“So, don’t beat yourself up. Just count this as a memory to go down in the books. When you’re old, you can recount the tale of your juicy night, with some old matinée idol.”

“I guess, you’re right…No big deal.”

“That’s the spirit! Now, let’s set up.”

~~~~

When Justin arrived at around noon, the place was bustling with old friends…

They chatted, again hitting it off.

The party lingered into the night when everybody was liquored-up and dancing…”This Is How We Do It” played on the I-pod and everybody began to dance their asses off…Throwing up their hands and pumping it, like it was their birthday.

Justin lead Terry out to the fire escape.

The sat together, away from the noise, watching the few stars they could see, in the city night sky.

Justin reached out and took her hand.

“This is nice.”

“Yes, it really is…”

They looked at each other for a moment longer and then kissed…..

Suddenly a drunken party-goer came hanging out the window, slurring…

“Shit, sorry I didn’t mean to bust your groove, but there’s some guy at the door, saying you have to sign for something.”

Terry, excused herself and went to the door.

“Yes?”

The delivery boy held up a large box. “Lady, you need to sign for this”

“Sure.”

She quickly signed and looked at it, puzzled. “I wonder who this is from?” She thought.

“Well, open it up” …one of her friends encouraged.

The other party-goers, joined in chanting.

She held her hand up…”Okay, okay!”

When she saw what was inside, she went pale and then darkened.

There were a dozen white orchids, HER MISSING PANTIES, and a note from Gerard Butler.

“There was a lot of tissue paper so she, slickly hid the panties and note underneath the tissue-paper and held up the flowers.”

“Justin did you do this?” She said, holding an orchid in her hand, smelling it.

She was good.

Justin nodded no, while frowning. “You must have a secret admirer…” He said, not too kindly.

Terry chuckled nervously…”I don’t have anything to put these, in…”

“I’ll be right back…”

She went into the bathroom, stuffing the panties into her pocket…She paused to read the note.

Missed you this morning. 898- 555-2814 GB

She sighed deeply and stuffed it into her other pocket.

She quickly grabbed a basket, by the tub that was full of fancy soaps. She dumped them into another basket and arranged the orchids inside.

She left the bathroom, a triumphant smile on her face…

“How does this look?”

Everyone “Ohh”ed and “Aww”ed.

Except Justin…

He spotted her black panties, hanging from her pocket.

END PART 2

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Casey Connelly, 22, was in a state of shock.

It didn’t last long, as he felt his hand pinned to the small of his back. He had been tipped over this woman’s knee, bare rear end on display, and he was about to be spanked. Spanked! Her hard right hand crashed down on his left cheek, the sharp sting eliciting a healthy yelp. His legs jumped involuntarily, and the deceptively powerful woman responded by slipping her right leg over them, locking them down between.

“We’ll have none of that, young man.” she scolded. “Take your punishment and reflect properly on the circumstances that brought you here.”

***

Casey stared up the slate gray and glass exterior of the building. He shifted from one foot to the other, nervous energy all over. A severe sinking feeling developed in his stomach as he read the words etched in steel atop the doors: FEDERAL MINDERS BUREAU. He knew what this meant, had known since the fateful day early last week, when the damned letter had arrived in his mailbox. Its contents, all stark and bold, had demanded he report to this building today, 10 AM sharp. Behind him, the autocar he’d ordered via his smart device scooted off silently without asking if he wanted to go elsewhere.

He tried to put its contents out of his mind in the days that followed, as was his usual style for inconvenient information. What business did the Minders have with him? He was an upstanding adult, not some ne’er-do-well who needed their disciplinary intervention. Undies, the slang name for “Underdeveloped adults” the rest of the world used, were pathetic people who were punished in childish ways. That wasn’t Casey, he was sure! He rationalized and rationalized, sure this was likely some mistake. Or okay, maybe he’d gone a bit wild lately. Maybe this was just a courtesy, right?

But this wouldn’t be something he could just ignore. His boss had called him into her office the day before, informing him she’d already gotten the notice of his appointment, that he had the day off tomorrow to go. The undertone of her voice implied she’d know if he didn’t go, and his employment felt suddenly precarious. Casey resigned himself to going.

Here he was standing outside the door, and that resolve was already shaken. Someone at the door, clearly a security guard used to this sort of thing, spotted him. Casey almost bolted, but the tall man walked briskly in his direction and he knew a sprint at this point would only make things worse. He smiled nervously and waved.

“Casey Connelly? We’ve got you on the docket today, right this way.” the officer said brusquely, then repeated the same information into a comms receiver on his shoulder. Guess there was no turning back now. Casey followed him reluctantly, entering the solid glass doors into the lobby.

Inside, the lobby was separated into 2 sections. The first, labeled MINDERS/PERSONNEL, was a small and simple set of 3 keycard gates. Casey watched a stately woman in her 50’s pass through with a simple swipe of her smart device. The only other, however, was rather intimidating. UNDERDEVELOPED ADULTS ENTER HERE, was the severe lettering in the same typeface as the front entrance. There was 1 additional human guard here, standing to the left of a weapons detector. The other guard was a remote operated droid, it’s screen showing a pleasant fake face. The gangly machine stood behind a waist high conveyor belt that led into a scanner. The gruff guard from the door walked him up to the latter.

“You’re sure I go through this door? Isn’t there some guest entrance?” Casey asked, but there was no response.

“Please place your shoes, belt, and any bags into this bin on the left. Please place wallet and smart device in this separate basket on the right.” Said the synthetic voice, pleasant and sterile at the same time. Slowly, after it was clear his question would not be answered, Casey complied. His pants were fashionably tight as it was, so he didn’t worry too much about them falling. Absentmindedly, he complied, trotting through the detector barefoot while nervously eyeing the other guard. He stopped as he passed through with no beeping, and turned to get his shoes and belt back. The android pleasantly informed him to take the elevator to the 5th floor. Casey waited for a moment, squinting his eyes. He looked back at the guard who’d brought him, then the other, they all just waiting for him to leave.

“Uh, don’t I get my stuff back?” He asked. His attitude was less than stellar, and in return the gate guard only chuckled. “You get them on the way out, new kid. They’ll be here waiting for you. 5th floor! I wouldn’t make your Minder wait.” The second guard barked, and moved to hurry Casey on towards the elevator lobby. Confused and more afraid for what would happen if he stayed, he walked barefoot across the carpeted floor to the elevator. He pressed the button for 5, nervously looking back towards the front where the human guards were sharing a laugh. He was embarrassed, annoyed, escort bostancı and indignant. In a huff he followed the gong to his assigned unit and stepped in.

Flying up in the elevator, he did his best to regain his cool. This was unsettling, but he could bullshit his way through. He always did. Calm down, Casey, You’ve got this. He adjusted his pants, screwed up his courage, and stepped out of the opening doors.

There was a desk immediately to his left, with a pretty young blonde sitting behind it. Her hair was pulled back in a slick high ponytail, the better to fit her headset. The sight of her model-esque figure immediately put the wind back in Casey’s sails, and he strode confidently forward with his usual vim and vigor. She smiled serenely at him as he went to introduce himself..

“Hiya, I’m-” She held up a finger and interrupted without breaking her smile, pressed a button on her desk.

“Ms. Montblanc, Casey Connelly has arrived.” she spoke quietly into the headset. Casey smiled nervously, did his best to roll with interruption.

“Oh, so my reputation precedes me. I’m Casey, what’s your name?” he asked, leaning on the desk and flashing his best smile at her. Her face hadn’t changed.

“You can stand against the wall to the left, she’ll need you in just a moment.” was her perfectly level reply. Not one to take such a dismissal as the end, Casey merely smiled back before he dipped his head in agreement, and walked over to the indicated location.

It truly was only a moment in that spot before he heard the sound of heels clicking down the tiles of the office floor. A pair came around the corner, talking briskly, and stopped to finish their conversation.

“I’ll go bring her to the Medical office, then.” said the male half, a tall gentleman with salt and pepper hair.

“Thank you, Ben. Let’s hope this lesson sticks for her. We’ll talk later, I’ll be bringing mine there for his intake after we discuss a few things.” said the woman. Her back was to Casey, but her silhouette was already arresting. She was on the tall end of average, perhaps 5’9″ or 5’10”. Her black hair was smooth and shimmering, a perfect curtain that fell only to her chin. She turned around as her companion departed, and Casey was captivated by the sight. 2 almond eyes stuck out from her perfectly framed face, bangs acting as a crown across her brow. She was likely in her late 30s, and gracefully so. Her slate gray business suit was impeccably tailored to her frame. Her brow furrowed slightly as her eyes met his, and for a moment he felt like a mouse that’d been seen by some bird of prey. His stomach flipped as she began approaching him.

“Please hold my calls, Jenna. In my office, young man. Now.” Her voice was steely and crisp, it rang through his ears. She motioned him to follow her as she walked through a door immediately to her left. Casey panicked for a moment as he lost sight of her, and spared only a glance for the secretary who was suppressing a laugh before he scrambled after the intimidating woman.

Her office was modern and well lit, though there were no windows in this part of the building. There were diplomas and awards on one wall, arranged in a tasteful and humble fashion. A pleasant tea set sat on a table next to a small couch against the far wall, adjacent to the desk. The grabbing feature, however, was the starkly empty far wall. Against it was a tall, armless chair, and it exuded a menace Casey couldn’t quite articulate. He eyed it warily until her strong voice broke the spell.

“Casey Connelly, Age 22. You are hereby declared an Undeveloped Adult, and placed in the care of the Federal Minders Bureau. There, that formality is done with. My name is Meredith Montblanc, and I will be your legally designated Minder.” The words she spoke stunned him, and he sank into the chair.

“Stand up, I didn’t say you could sit.” She said incredulously. He stumbled to his feet, still in shock, and she continued. “What did you expect would happen, young man? Your behavior over the last 4 years has clearly been pushing you down this path. You know very well what this building is for. Did you think this was some sort of party?” she asked. Casey, a practiced bullshitter, could barely answer.

“I…I thought this would be like, a warning. That there’d be more-“

“You WERE warned, Casey. You received numerous letters informing you of this course. Our behavior auditors were rather generous with their timeline, but you did not improve.”

“I…oh… I thought..”

“Clearly THAT’s not true, young man. You didn’t think much at all. Do you even realize that you skipped a previously scheduled appointment? What do you have to say about that??” The answer to her question was nothing. His mouth was agape. He did recall some previous letters he’d rifled through, maybe, but the mail hadn’t seemed that important. None of it was as clearly important escort tuzla as that last one!

“I thought that would be your answer.” She stood up, leaving her desk and moving to stand directly in front of him. Her tone of voice changed as she looked him in the eyes. “I want you to understand something, Casey. You’re here so we can help you be a better person, a better citizen. We understand that some things have been difficult for you, what with your parents both working up on the Lunar Colony. But their absence is not an excuse. Between that and your aptitude tests, I know for a fact that there is a good, smart young man in there somewhere.” He broke her gaze, the words making him slightly uncomfortable.His eyes drifted to the floor and his bare feet. Her fingers found his chin, however, and pulled his face back up to meet hers.

“If you had missed this appointment, we would have had to have you arrested and brought here by the police. Then you would likely have been designated SGD right away. Subject to General Discipline? You know how serious that is, don’t you?” a bolt of pure fear ran down Casey’s back. Him, that close to being one of those collared people? Any legal adult in the country being free to treat him like a child, physically lay hands on them? Why, even he had done that thing in college… but no, no time for that memory. Meredith clearly saw the horror play out across his face, and tapped his cheek lightly.

“But you aren’t. You made it, and it shows you’re ready to start improving. I see a lot of potential in you, Casey, and I have some ideas to help you reach it. Normally, a professional minder such as myself has between 2 and 4 charges at a time. But in light of your antics, and the lucky timing that I happily just graduated 2 of my former UAs, I’m going to be giving you my full attention for a while.” She smiled as she finished the sentence, eyeing him up and down. He didn’t know what else to say, except the obvious.

“Thank…you?”

“Good start. But from here on out, it’s “thank you Ma’am.” Try again.”

“Thank you, Ma’am” He said, and he was glad to see her smile back. Hopefully this was all, and he could go home and process this.

“I know it may seem old fashioned, but it’s the best term to use in my experience. I’ve had people call me “Ma’am” in a way that sounded like a swear word, and I’ve heard them say my name in a way that sounded like a plea. But titles give us structure, and you surely need structure if nothing else. So ma’am it is for now. Don’t forget.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” he quickly answered, eyes wide. Clearly she was wrapping up.

“Good boy, already getting the hang of it .Now let’s remove all your clothing and we can start this process.” There had been a lot of shocking things said today already, but Casey really had not expected this. He looked at her with a confused face, trying to figure out if she was serious. She merely crossed her arms, face deadly serious.

“Casey, I assure you that I will be so intimate in your life that nudity is no barrier. You will ALSO find I do not like repeating myself. Remove your clothing, now. I need to check for tattoos or scars for your record.” she said, and her tone had shifted back to the original chilly demeanor. At this point, it was clear she expected compliance. He reluctantly began to unbutton the shirt he’d been wearing, tossing it on the couch next to the tea set. His pants were around his ankles when she interrupted him

“Fold that shirt immediately, young man. If that’s how you treat your things, I expect the first home visit is going to be very painful.” He stumbled back over to the couch in only his underwear, carefully folding the oxford. He finished stepping out of his pants, then did the same with them. Standing awkwardly, he stared back at her and awaited her inspection. She turned from her screen and sighed at him, closing the distance between briskly. To his surprise, she sat down in the prominent armless chair to his left. Then her hands reached out faster than he expected, grabbing the elastics of his underwear and forcefully YANKED them down.

“I said ALL clothes, Casey.” Flustered, he tried to cover himself, but all that did was put his wrist in a convenient place for her to grab.”And I warned you about making me repeat myself.” In a moment he would never forget for the rest of his life, the seated woman pulled him by the grabbed wrist down. His naked body tumbled over her waiting lap, in a practiced maneuver she had clearly spent years performing. Before he could fully process the turn of events, her hard right hand crashed down on his bare bottom.

What might have originally been a protest turned instead into a childish yelp, and Casey reacted without thinking. His feet sought purchase on the floor, looking to stand and escape the pain as a second spank made him yelp once again. But no purchase was found, as Meredith’s experienced legs cut escort göztepe him off before he could so much as bend. Leg locked, her other hand pinned his hand that had just raised itself to interfere to the small of his own back. He was completely defeated, and spanked once more.

“We’ll have none of that, young man.” she scolded. “Take your punishment and reflect properly on the circumstances that brought you here.” Her tone was icy cold and efficient, the tempo of her hand unrelenting. She did not slow in the slightest as he writhed fruitlessly under her ministrations.

“Ow! Owhow, what-owwwwww what did I oWWW!” gasping for air, unable to string a full sentence together, Casey’s attempts at protest we’re barely audible over the SLAP SLAP SLAP of her hand on his quickly reddening bare flesh.

“Allow me then to explain, as this is a part of my job.” She intoned, not even short of breath as the beating continued.

“You’re being spanked, over my knee, like a child, because you’ve shown with your actions over the years that you are clearly not ready to be an adult. From here on out, this will be a regular occurrence for you when you step out of line!” Her words were more passionate at the end, and she landed an especially sharp smack on the spot between his thighs and butt cheek with that last word. He howled, but she continued.

“You will face consequences for your actions, often physical like this, because you’ve gone through your life acting as if you were immune to them. That ends today, young man. I warned you not to make me repeat myself, and here you are.” Picking up the gist through the searing pain, Casey understood what was likely expected of him next.

“I’m-ow ow, I’m so-owwww, I’m sorry ma’am! Please, ow, I learned!” His ass was on fire, and the punishment just kept on going. He was starting to feel like he was losing control, but her statement felt like a lifeline. Maybe he could just apologize his way out of this? Surely it had to end soon?

“That’s not the only reason you’re over my knee, young man. This appointment was scheduled for 10AM.” she stopped the spanking for a moment, and Casey’s rear felt sweet relief. It was, however, short lived, as her other hand grabbed a fist full of his hair and yanked it up. She had maneuvered his face so it stared directly at a large clock behind her desk, a clock that read 10:48. “You strolled up to the front gate at 10:20. As I said, you were THIS CLOSE to ending the day in a collar. Consider this spanking a mercy, even if I don’t stop for another 20 minutes.” She didn’t even wait to finish her statement before she resumed her assault, and all the breath left him. The regular staccato rhythm of pain overwhelmed his senses, and the guilt and fear took control. This wouldn’t end! 20 minutes!

“I’m-sor, I’m so-ma’am please I’m sorrrrrryyyy” he wailed. He didn’t realize he was crying until he saw the tears falling to the carpeted floor, unexpected rain in a storm of emotions. Meredith was machine-like in her precision and endurance, a solid hand that alternated his now deep red cheeks with a mission.

There was a knock on the door, and it was the first time she’d stopped in 12 straight minutes. A still sniffling Casey wheezed as he saw the door open through the legs of the chair. Upside down as his view was, he could clearly identify the secretary from the front in the door. She could see everything! Had she heard this whole thing? He didn’t realize he still had flips left in his stomach, but there they were.

“You wanted his documents brought to you as soon they were done, ma’am. I have them outside in the tray.” The woman’s voice was unperturbed, nonchalant. The sight of him naked and spanked hadn’t even registered to her.

“Thank you, Jenna. I’ll be finished with this in a few minutes, tell Medical to expect him at 11:15 for his checkup and device-sizing.” Meredith talked about him like he wasn’t even there, another humiliation added to the pile.

“Of course. Anything else?”

“Yes, be a dear and hand me the hairbrush from my purse. I need to make this next bit poignant.” Casey gasped as she finished the sentence, tracking Jenna’s heels as they walked to the desk and she stopped to rummage. He grasped for the words to blunt the coming terror, but he couldn’t think of anything outside the obvious.

“Please no! Please ma’am, I’m sorry, pleeeeeease don’t spank me with that hairbrush!” he begged, pathetic and small in a way he had never been. The secretary smiled calmly at Meredith as she handed her the solid mahogany hairbrush. Casey didn’t get a good look at it this time, but he’d be familiar enough with it soon. Meredith spoke over his begging.

“Thank you again, Jenna. Please take those and close the door on the way out.”

“Of course, ma’am.” She left at a leisurely pace, closing the door behind her mindfully. Meredith took a deep breath, the sudden silence so much more menacing to the quivering boy over her knee.

“Did you think you’d leave this office without addressing the most egregious offense you inflicted, Casey? Did you honestly think you’d get away with blowing me off and not face the music?” He groaned as she said it, felt the cold wood of the brush against his fiery backside. There was a steely menace to her voice as she said the next words:

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Author’s note: this story is more D/s than BDSM.

*****

Molly was feeling apprehensive.

Her former editor, Charlie, had retired early so he could live his dream of sailing around the world. Her relationship with him over the years had been wonderful. He praised her erotic short stories, telling her how great they were. Telling her how little he needed to do to them, since they were so polished. Okay, maybe some of that praise from him was generated by his desire to get into her pants. He’d even asked her if she wanted to sail with him on his retirement venture. She liked him – a lot – but not quite that much.

So now she had a new editor, Gwendolyn, a.k.a. Gwen. Molly’d submitted her latest story collection in the usual manner. In the past, Charlie would make his minor corrections to it, and send it back to her for her final write up. Visits to the office were confined to discussions of Molly’s upcoming projects. But this time, Molly received a call from Gwen directly, rather than getting her manuscript back.

“Molly? This is Gwen,” she’d said. “We need to talk. Can you be in my office by 3 pm today?” The way she’d said it sounded more like a command than a request. And, in Molly’s experience, any time a person said the words ‘we need to talk’ it was bad news. Therefore Molly was apprehensive as she rode the elevator up to the floor where Gwen’s office was located.

It was Charlie’s old office, so Molly knew right where to go. And she was well known enough to the staff that no one stopped her from walking back – mostly, they said ‘hello’ and ‘hello Molly’ as she passed. The door to Charlie’s office was closed when Molly reached it, and that was unusual, in and of itself. It was just 3 pm, so Molly tapped on the door.

“Come in,” Gwen called out.

As Molly entered, Gwen said, “Ah, Molly. Right on time. Close the door. Have a seat.” All this was spoken in a flat monotone, with no lilt of greeting. Gwen didn’t rise, didn’t smile, and didn’t offer her hand.

Molly looked at the stern-faced woman behind the desk, with her closely-cropped black hair, her dark irises, her lack of makeup other than a smear of lipstick. Her first impression was that Gwen was what might loosely be called a ‘butch’ in her general orientation, and maybe also a ‘bitch’ in personality, judging from her lack of warmth. The meeting was off to a very bad start.

It got worse when Gwen opened a desk drawer, pulled out Molly’s manuscript, and tossed it onto the center of her desk. “This,” Gwen pronounced, “is tripe, Molly. I’ve read all your collections, and each one seems as trite as the last. Your work seems to lack a true feeling for the subject matter.”

Molly’s jaw dropped. Charlie had never spoken to her like this.

“Your writing seems to be mechanical and hackneyed, rather than visceral,” Gwen continued. “It’s almost like you don’t have any ‘skin in the game’ as they say. You write about sex and bondage as if you’ve never experienced them.”

Molly’s heart sank, hearing those words. The problem was that Gwen was deadly accurate in her assumptions. Molly had been writing about things she imagined. Charlie had never called her on this – was he just being kind? Had he been jollying her along, hoping to get her into bed sometime? Were people laughing behind her back? The thing is, Molly enjoyed writing. And she enjoyed writing in this genre, because it gave her a vicarious thrill, imagining the situations she described. She was crestfallen to think that this path of emotional release was being closed. And if Gwen thought her writing was this bad, would she be able to find another publishing house that would take her?

Gwen interrupted her train of thought, asking, “When was the last time you got laid, Molly?”

Her mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air, Molly was shocked by such a direct, personal question.

“How many hand jobs have you given? Blow jobs? How often do you have anal sex? When was the last time you had your pussy eaten? Do you yourself like going down on women?” Gwen kept hammering her with questions.

“As far as bondage goes, how many times have you ever been tied up during sex? Have you ever felt the bite of nipple clamps? How about spanking, flogging, caning, whipping – any experience with those?” Gwen was relentless in her inquiries.

Molly sagged in her chair, then slumped. She was having a difficult time holding back her tears. It had been years since she’d even had vanilla sex, missionary position, with an ex-boyfriend. She’d never had the opportunity to experiment sexually with another woman. She fantasized about bondage scenarios, and liked fantasizing about them, which is why such elements kept creeping into her stories. But she had no real experience with such things. Gwen was baldly exposing her inadequacies. Despair overwhelmed her, and she started weeping.

Gwen revealed her first scintilla of concern when she saw Molly’s tears. She arose from her chair, and came around her desk to escort acıbadem kneel next to Molly, asking, “What’s wrong?”

Molly sucked in a breath of air and blubbered, “But I like writing these sorts of stories. Now I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

Gwen stroked Molly’s hair in a manner designed to soothe. “Honey, I wasn’t saying that you had to stop writing. I’m just trying to get to the heart of the problem. I can tell that you’re a good writer, and by good, I mean you have a good grammatical style, and attention to details, and you attempt to invoke many of the readers senses. This publishing house has a strong bent towards erotica, whether the stories deal with bondage or not. We feel the stories work out best when they’re based upon at least an iota of experience. That’s why I was questioning your experiences.”

“I don’t seem to have much experience,” Molly confessed. “All those questions you asked me. I just heard myself mentally answering ‘none’ to almost all of them. But what can I do about it?”

“We don’t want to lose you as a writer, Molly. Far from it. Most of the manuscripts that I have to read look like they were written by people that never finished the fourth grade. Yours are an editorial pleasure to read, by comparison. But we have to help you develop your intimate knowledge of the subject matter,” Gwen explained.

Molly’s tears had stopped flowing, and she wiped her eyes and blew her nose with tissues that she pulled from her purse. “You think you can help me? How? In what way? I don’t want to read other people’s stories. I’m afraid certain phrases will stick in my mind, leading to plagiarism, so I’ve avoided doing that, Gwen. So what’s left? What can I do?” Molly’s questions tumbled out, as if she was flailing around in deep water, unable to swim, desperate to reach the life ring nearby.

Gwen grinned. “It’s so obvious, I’m surprised a clever woman like you hasn’t thought of it already.” She took Molly’s hand. “Come with me.”

She led the mystified Molly down the hall to another office. Hearing ‘come in’ in answer to her tap, Gwen opened the door, and led Molly in, closing the door behind them. She spoke to the good-looking, dark-haired man behind the desk. “Thomas, this is Molly, the writer we discussed. Molly, meet Thomas, an Associate Editor here.”

Molly’s heart flip-flopped in her chest. Was Gwen passing her off to an underling editor? Nevertheless, she plastered a smile on her face and said, “I’m pleased to meet you, Thomas.”

Thomas looked her up and down, smiling. “The feeling is mutual, I’m sure, Molly.”

“Still willing, Thomas?” Gwen asked him. He grinned and nodded. “Excellent,” Gwen continued. Turning to Molly, she said, “OK, Molly. Give Thomas a blow job.”

Molly froze, refusing to believe what she’d just heard. “Do what?” she queried, voice cracking.

“You must’ve heard me, Molly. Give Thomas a blow job,” Gwen repeated.

Molly stared at Gwen, then at Thomas, and stated, “You must be joking. You can’t be serious.” But Thomas had swiveled his chair sideways from his desk, tacitly giving her access to his lap.

“I’m very serious, Molly,” Gwen rebutted. “I want you to kneel down between his legs and do it. But not just a quickie, mind you. While you’re doing it, use all your senses, and tell me what you’re aware of and what you’re feeling. You need experience, we both agree, and I want you to be mindfully present as you gain fresh knowledge.”

It took Molly a minute or so to process what Gwen was saying. Strange as this situation seemed, it appeared that Gwen and Thomas were really trying to help her make her writings more realistic, by giving her personal knowledge to draw upon. And Thomas appeared to be warm and inviting, and he certainly was good looking. She found herself wondering what his cock would feel like in her hands – it had been so long since she’d held one. This was her chance. But Gwen would be watching, and Molly, perpetually shy, didn’t think she was much of an exhibitionist.

She was still mentally warring within herself when her body apparently moved of its own volition. She certainly didn’t think she’d decided to do this. But her body stepped around the corner of Thomas’ desk, and its knees bent, and she found herself nestled between his legs, looking up into his face!

Remembering that Gwen had instructed her to report information, Molly began, “I’m aware of Thomas’ deep brown eyes, and the way they sparkle. Of his lips, curved into a smile of invitation. I can see the blood vessel in his neck pulsing, showing me how his heart rate is increasing as he sees me between his legs. His chest is moving up and down, as his breathing deepens. It looks like he’s gripping the chair arms more tightly in anticipation of what I’m about to do.”

“Yes, very good. Keep going,” Gwen encouraged.

Molly placed her hands on Thomas’ thighs. “The warmth of his clothing under my hands feels wonderful.” escort bağdat caddesi She moved her hands up and down his thighs slowly. “The texture of the material is smooth and pleasing. I think I can see him stirring under his trousers as I speak and describe these things.”

Gathering her courage, Molly placed her hand gently on his crotch. “Yes… there is subtle movement here, where I’m touching.” Her hands moved to his belt. “I’m aware of the smell and the feel of the leather of his belt as I tug it loose, like this.” Having undone the belt, Molly tilted the top edge of his trousers forward, looking inside. “Inside the top front of his trousers is a hook, reminiscent of a hook on the back of my bra.” She unhooked it, and took hold of the tab on his zipper. Slowly dragging the zipper downward, she reported, “My fingers are vibrating as I unzip his fly, and the ‘zzzzzt’ of the zipper is clearly audible in the quiet of this room. Quiet, that is, except for the heavier breathing of the three people present in the room.”

Molly moved her hands out of sight into the space behind Thomas, between his body and the chair. “I’m blindly hooking my fingers under his waistband near the small of his back, and I’m well aware that my fingers are finally in direct contact with his flesh, because I’m grasping both his trousers and his underpants. Now I’m encouraging him to lift his butt a small amount as I pull at his clothing, because I want him naked from his waist down, with his clothing pooled at his ankles.” Her actions suited her words.

She paused, her hands resting on his naked thighs, and gazed at his exposed manhood. “This is my first look at Thomas’ cock, and I hope he’ll not be offended if I describe it as ‘cute’ looking. It’s resting atop his furry ball sack, cradled between two prominent, oval-shaped testicles. Seeing the size of those testicles gives me hope that this man can deliver a nice sized load. His cock is still rather limp, but I hope to change that soon.”

Molly turned her head towards Gwen, and then tilted it until her cheek softly rested on Thomas’ cock and balls. “I like the feel of his manly package against my cheek.” She moved her head in small circles, nuzzling against him. “His skin feels warm, and the fur on his scrotum tickles my cheek as it caresses it. In this position, his earthly, spicy scent fills my nostrils. I’m enjoying it. Oh – I think I’m getting a response now. His cock is pressing more firmly against my cheek.”

Thomas was indeed responding, feeling Molly touching him in this manner, and hearing her describe her perceptions. He looked over at Gwen and winked as he nodded.

As Molly raised her cheek upward, Thomas’ cock stuck to her skin briefly, then came free. Partially engorged now, it hovered in the air, arched over his ball sack. “Since this was trapped in his clothing all day, I imagine it got a bit sweaty,” Molly mused, taking the crown of his penis delicately between her thumb and index finger. “Let’s find out,” she murmured, bringing her lips close to its shaft.

Gwen and Thomas both watched intently as Molly poked out her tongue and began licking the entire surface of the cock’s shaft. If she licked it hesitantly at first, she quickly overcame her shyness, and began tongue bathing it with obvious relish. “Mmmmm, yes,” she purred. “Quite salty and delicious.” Under her oral ministrations, the cock soon became fully erect. Its purplish glans swelled like a mushroom cap at its peak. Perhaps Thomas was working some internal musculature, but for some reason the glans seem to surge and ebb, as if begging for Molly’s mouth.

But Molly was fully into savoring this experience by this point, so she scooped up Thomas’ testicles, one in each hand. Giving each individual attention, she carefully sucked it into her mouth, and thoroughly washed it with an eager tongue. As the second one popped free of her lips, Molly commented, “It felt fantastic having his balls in my mouth. I loved sucking on them, and from the moaning sounds that Thomas is making, I think he liked it too.”

“OMG, yes!” Thomas confirmed. His cock was now jerking up and down as his body expressed his excitement. The tiny slit in the head of his cock was oozing a clear fluid, droplets of which were being flung into the air by its motions. One arced through the air, and struck Molly right on the tip of her nose, making her giggle.

“That must be his precum that he’s tossing all over the place,” she chuckled. “Can’t have that getting on everything, now can we?” To Thomas’ immense relief, she took control of his errant member with her hand, leaned forward, pursed her lips, and swiftly engulfed its head with her warm mouth, sucking.

“Oh, fuck! That feels so good!” Thomas groaned.

Molly took her mouth off of his cock long enough to look him in the eye and promise, “It’s going to feel a lot better very soon, Sir. Your precum tastes delightful, by the way. Now I want to discover escort kozyatağı what your cum tastes like.” Molly was learning that, even though it had been a long time since she’d given a blow job, just like riding a bicycle, the body stores memories of how things are done.

Gwen nodded approvingly as she watched Molly not only return to sucking on the head of Thomas’ cock, but also add several actions designed to intensify his pleasure. Molly was bobbing her head up and down rapidly, while one of her hands pumped the base of his dick, and her other hand caressed his balls. Gwen had hoped that Molly could put aside her shyness, and embrace passion. It was now obvious that she could. Gwen judged that nothing else in the world existed for Molly at this moment other than Thomas’ cock. She was watching Molly give one of the most heartfelt blow jobs that she’d ever seen.

Thomas, gripping the arms of his chair, was slowly arching his back, raising his pelvis in offering to Molly’s ravenous mouth. “Shit, shit, shit!” he cried. “I’m trying to hold back, but I can’t!” His whole body shuddered as he began spurting.

Molly continued her head bobbing, cock pumping, and ball caressing as Thomas started his orgasm. The only new thing that she added was swallowing, drinking his semen as fast as he could spurt it. She’d almost forgotten how good semen tasted to her. She quenched her thirst as well as she could, consuming whatever Thomas could give her. When he stopped shuddering, and slumped back down onto his chair, she used her hands to strip whatever cum remained in his cock’s shaft up to its head, and into her mouth.

She settled back onto her heels, still holding his deflating dick in her hand, and smiled up at Gwen. “His cum has a very piquant flavor, Gwen. I wouldn’t mind having more of it in the future. I couldn’t relate any details with my mouth full, but as I sucked on him, it felt like his cock swelled even more in my mouth. I was fully focused on what was in my mouth and hands, and only vaguely aware of his moans, groans, and ragged breathing. I wasn’t aware of you being in the room at all, I’m afraid. When his hips rose toward my face, and he cried out, within a second or two I felt his cock began to twitch as spasms rippled along it. After that, it was all I could do to swallow his load fast enough to keep myself from choking.” Lifting Thomas’ scrotum to call attention to it, she continued, “These balls of his really can deliver a massive load, as I’d hoped.”

On impulse, Molly rose up and kissed Thomas gratefully. Angling herself so that she could see both Gwen and Thomas, Molly asked them, “Is that what you had in mind when you told me to give Thomas a blow job?”

Gwen answered for the two of them, because Thomas was still panting, trying to catch his breath. “Molly, that was spectacular! I’ve never seen it done better. But the big question is, do you think that you can incorporate all those details, all that passion, into your writing?”

In answer, Molly closed her eyes, and briefly relived what she’d done, remembering the sights, sounds, smells, tastes, and textures, along with the feelings that arose in her. With a happy smile, she replied, “Yes, Gwen. I think I can. I think I can weave a rich tapestry, given what just happened in this room. Thank you.”

“I don’t think we’re done for today, though,” Gwen said. “You’ve proven you’re accomplished at fellatio, but how about cunnilingus?”

Molly’s face colored with embarrassment. “I’ve never had the chance, Gwen. I told you my sex life was very vanilla.”

“Well, dear, there’s no time like the present,” Gwen stated, eyes gleaming. She sat down in one of the other office chairs.

“Gwen, do you mean…” Molly’s voice trailed off as her mouth went dry.

“Yes, Molly. Do me – right here, right now. And yes, with Thomas watching.”

“I’ve… I’ve always wanted to try, but to be honest, I feel very shy right now.”

“Why?” Gwen asked her.

Molly thought for a moment. “The unknown, I guess. But I’m willing to try.” Even though Molly said that aloud, her heart was still filled with trepidation. In the distant past, she had given lovers blow jobs, but she had never ever gone down on a woman. As Molly walked over to Gwen’s chair, she felt her legs starting to shake, so she quickly knelt down. Her hands betrayed her fear and uncertainty, because they were shaking as she reached out towards Gwen’s legs.

Gwen sat there and looked down with a bemused expression at the woman kneeling between her legs. “She’s a virgin at doing this. This should be very interesting,” she thought. Speaking to Molly she said, “Don’t forget to narrate what you’re doing and feeling.”

Molly nodded her understanding, and began, “My body apparently wants to hyperventilate, so I’m deliberately forcing myself to take slow, deep breaths. As I kneel here, I’m feeling rather submissive for some reason – I didn’t feel that way in front of Thomas.” Molly didn’t say it out loud, but she felt that Gwen exuded an aura of power, which was quite palpable to her.

“Looking at your skirt, I’m aware that it ends with its hem just above your knees,” Molly continued. She placed her hands on Gwen’s bare knees, pleased that the firm contact helped keep them from shaking further. “The skin that I’m feeling is very smooth, unlike Thomas’ – and it’s even more warm than his was.”

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I was getting kind of concerned. He had been pouting around the house for two whole days now. I was used to his mercurial moods shifting quickly and was adept at reading and adapting to them as they came. However, it was very seldom that such a heavy mood came to rest upon him for so long. I knew it was my fault but I also knew that nothing I could say at this point would be helpful so I decided to stay quiet. I also knew that once he was ready I was going to pay. It had only been, (in my opinion at least) a set of minor transgressions, but it was my refusal to apologize or show even a modicum of remorse that had led him to freeze me out, the worst type of punishment for an attention seeking brat (me) whose own moods were often defined by his approval, or lack thereof.

We were only having polite conversation and limited interactions. I was pretending that I didn’t care, laughing extra loud as I watched TV or talking super loud to my mom or my friends on the phone as I paced passed him down the hall. He sat in his office chair and stared stoically at his laptop, only slight inflections of his eyebrows let me know he even paying attention. At this point I could have gone on both knees and begged forgiveness and he would have stepped over (or on) me on his way out the door. He was so frustratingly stubborn! But then again if I would have just apologized right after I got home late and was a little tiny bit tipsy then I probably would have saved myself, and him, a whole lot of heartache. Part of me wondered if he didn’t also know about the guy at the bar who kept hitting on me or that I kinda liked it.

Regardless, here I was, day three, still all frozen out and not sure what to do. I was lounging in bed as he got up to get ready for work. I was watching him pick out clothes, our normal morning chit-chat conspicuously absent. The pull between us was still strong and this fact alone kept me from freaking out completely but I was starting to get a little depressed from the lack of his affections. He kept glancing at me, both directly and out of the corner of his eye but wouldn’t make eye contact. I thought he might have been softening but I couldn’t be sure. He finished dressing, then quickly did his hair and brushed his teeth in the bathroom before heading out the door.

No smile. No kiss. Not even a darn good bye. Definitely not softening, I thought pessimistically. I sighed and got out of bed, I was going to clean the house and do the laundry and cook something amazing for dinner. And workout and have something sexy on for him when he got home. Basically do everything in my power to get him to forgive me. I set about getting it all done, starting with making the bed, when the text message alert on my phone went off. My heart leapt when I saw it was from him, but anxiety took over when I read it.

“I’ll be home at 6pm. Be ready.”

I knew exactly what he meant and while I was happy for the contact, I was worried about what was to come. The alpha, dominant part of him was a big part of what had attracted me to him. I was a rebel at heart but with him, I was naturally submissive. It felt so good the way he was able to bring out and intensify that part of me while still allowing me to maintain my independence. We were a perfect match, our strengths and weaknesses both corresponding and congruent. We fit together like puzzle pieces, only truly feeling whole when we were snapped together snuggly.

The caveat, however, to our intense connection was that when things were off, it threw us into a kind of raw emotional tailspin. When my rebellious side decided to rear it’s head and I did something that displeased him, well that was the worst. He was so used to my near obsequious behavior that when I reverted and did something that went against his wishes, it hurt his feelings and forced him away from me and into himself. Which, in turn, left me feeling empty and guilty and helpless to fix the situation because once that line was crossed, he had to come out of it on his own. And when he came back, there was always a price in order to right the wrong.

And the ‘makeup’ sex, well that was electrifying. It was the victory dance at the end of an arduous battle. The deprivation and sadness in between only served to further heighten the levels of ecstasy when we came back together. When he ‘forced’ to me to submit to him, it flipped a switch in both of us that gave us an immense, all consuming level of physical and mental gratification. I loved giving çeşme escort myself over to him completely, bestowing upon him my trust and faith, knowing that he would never take advantage of or extort my vulnerability. He knew and understood my limits but always pushed just a little bit past them because I loved and could almost always handle a challenge. Which is why I loved him so much.

It had been a while since I had upset him like this. We mostly lived in harmony, a mutual desire for a drama-less life and a great deal of symbiosis working in our favor. But when I was bad….

I couldn’t help but wonder what was in store for me as I cleaned and straightened our home and browsed through the kitchen in search of meal inspiration. Drinking without him was strike one. He liked to monitor my intake, let me know when I had had enough and always made sure I got home safely. Strike two was driving home afterward. Even though I wasn’t drunk, not even close, I should have called him. It would have made him feel better if nothing else. Lastly, I was home two hours later than I was expected and I had left my phone in my purse on silent, missing his numerous calls and texts. Strike three.

Any one of these and I could have overcome his wrath, silent as it was, more or less right away. Any two and I could have wriggled back into his good graces with just a little extra effort, I definitely wouldn’t have minded that. But all three?! I honestly had no idea what he had planned. I knew that it would be harsh and I would be sore afterward but I was still willing to endure whatever it was in order to restore the balance I had so selfishly thrown off kilter. Plus I knew he would eventually give me all of the pleasure he had been denying back a thousandfold. As nervous as I was, I felt myself opening up, getting wet and excited as I readied myself for him.

By 5:57 I was ready to go. I was wearing a lacy black negligee with translucent bra cups that showed off my pink nipples and matching thigh highs held up by a black belt and suspenders. A skimpy red robe covered me up but still allowed a sneak peak into my cleavage and of my legs. I was completely shaved and wearing his favorite perfume. My hair was back and up, makeup perfection, a little eye shadow with a slutty red lip, my naturally rosy cheeks blushed further with arousal and nervous anticipation. I hoped he wouldn’t keep me waiting; although I understood that punishment would fit the crime, I didn’t think I could take much more time away from him.

Luckily at exactly six o’clock I heard the garage door open. My insides clenched up as the seconds it took for him to park and find his way inside felt like hours. When the door finally opened I held my breath as I heard his footsteps come through the kitchen and into the living room where I was waiting. Our eyes met for the first time in nearly three days and immediately my spirits soared. It was almost embarrassing how happy he could make me. He looked me over, saw my hopeful grin, and a wry smirk passed over his face.

“Hey,” I said, quietly, not taking my eyes off his.

He didn’t answer. He instead left me sitting on the couch as he went into our bedroom, to change, I presumed and drag out my torture just a little bit longer no doubt. I tried not to grow impatient as I waited for him but as the minutes ticked by I started to become concerned. Had I misunderstood something? Had I done something wrong? The doubts had just started to flood my mind when finally, mercifully, he emerged. He was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans along with a scowl that marred his handsome face.

“Hey?!” he mocked loudly when he finally deigned to speak to me and I cringed. He obviously was not going to make this easy. He walked over towards me and roughly placed over my eyes a blindfold that he securely tied behind my head. He then put over my mouth a ball gag, forcing my mouth open and my teeth around it. He secured that as well then sat down next to where I was on the couch and roughly threw me across his lap. I cried out as I felt him lift up my robe and push aside my nightie so he could access my ass and begin my punishment.

“Shut up!” he said as he smacked my ass hard, the stinging slap beginning my journey towards submission. I tried to cry out softly and felt the tears spring to my eyes behind my blindfold earlier than normal as I felt the true extent of his anger at my actions expressed başakşehir escort in his assault on my ass. He slapped me several more times, each one harder than the prior, until I could no longer contain my grief and began sobbing around my gag. He stopped smacking me and started rubbing my ass and then my back as I cried, mistakenly letting me think it was nearly over until he suddenly went back to spanking me, spurred on by my infant-like wailing.

He stopped again when my ass was burning and most certainly redder than my cheeks and slid his hand towards my pussy which, despite my dramatics, was wet and warm as he shoved in two fingers. My sobs slowly turned into muffled moans as he fingered me and I desperately tried not to move back against him, lest he stop his ministrations and the pleasure to cease. I also knew not to cum until he said I could and that time was certainly not now so I chose to just take in the pleasure he was allowing me and forced myself to follow the rules. It felt so good, the pleasure he was giving me with his fingers such a heavenly distraction from the pain in my ass.

“You are such a slut,” he snarled as he felt me get wetter and wetter with every movement of his fingers. “Too bad I’m not going to let you cum yet,” he finished, removing his fingers as I groaned. I felt him reach forward, over me, to grab something off the table near our couch. I heard something rattling and squirting noises as he worked on something on my back. I then felt him slide a lubed finger into my ass, opening me up and then a fair amount of pressure as he slid something hard into my ass. A butt plug, I knew, but not one I had felt before. I heard some clicking noises and then felt my ass start to vibrate in tiny pulses that awoke the nerves there and started a wonderful tingling to spread throughout my body.

As the pleasure began to overtake my body, he again reached forward and grabbed something from the table. Before I had a chance to react or wonder, the hard wooden paddle hit my ass with great force. I screamed out as loudly as my gag would allow and was rewarded with another, harder smack.

“Do you know why you are being punished?” He asked me in between smacks. I nodded furiously, turning my head back towards him wishing I could look into his eyes. He hit me again and told me to keep my head down. I complied quickly. “You know how I worry,” he said, again smacking me hard with the paddle and upping the level of the vibration on the plug. The combination of pain and pleasure hit my brain and immediately I was in my sub space. My body and mind were surrendering to him completely. My pussy was gushing with wetness and I was hovering dangerously close to an orgasm but was determined to keep it away.

I was alternating between cries of pleasure and wails of pain but the true intensity was emanating from my brain. He continued smacking me hard with the paddle, alternating sides and pushing and tugging slightly on the plug in between. Just when I thought I could take no more he stopped smacking and dropped the paddle on the table. He pushed me off his lap and onto the ground.

“All that noise you made gave me a hard-on, now you need to suck my cock. I’m going to take off the gag but don’t say a word or I will use the paddle again. Do you understand?” I nodded, my ass on fire but the warm tingling from the plug and the thought of his cock in my mouth was stronger than the pain. He removed the gag and the blindfold then sat back and waited.

I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the light. He had already removed his pants and lowered his boxers; he guided my head towards his thick, hard cock, apparently anxious for me to begin. I tried to start slowly but he wasn’t having it. He shoved my head down roughly, gagging me, and held my head there for several seconds as I struggled to breathe and to not fight against him. He then slowly eased my head up and I quickly gasped for air before he shoved my head down again.

This time I was better prepared, I fought against my gag reflex and took in air through my nose as he held my head down on his cock. When he loosened his grip I knew that was my cue and I started to move my head up and down the way I knew he liked it, my tongue actively stimulating all of the right spots on his hard shaft. I sucked him in and then let go, coming to suck just on the head before releasing him with a pop. I looked up at him, his eyes were closed küçükçekmece escort and he was almost relaxed but they sprung open when I stopped and I immediately began again.

His hands were buried in my hair and I could feel his nails at the back of my neck as he guided my head down his cock, my mouthy willingly opening to take him in and suck on him, hard, all the way down and back up again over and over again as he started moaning and I felt him swell in my mouth and could taste the pre-cum as he got closer and closer. I moved my head faster and increased the suction as I brought one hand to rub his balls and soon he was cumming with a moan, hips coming up off the couch as I caught and swallowed the hot juice he was shooting into my hungry mouth.

His grip on my hair did not loosen as he finished, he pulled my head up by it once I had taken all he had to give. He still was not smiling but his eyes had softened and taken on the horny, lustful look that I knew all too well. “Good start,” he said, grabbing the remote and upping the speed on the butt plug. “I bet you want to cum, don’t you?” He asked, knowing that sucking his cock always made me horny.

I nodded as the pulses in my ass got stronger and he laughed. “Too bad,” he said sarcastically, looking at me writhe in pleasure from the vibrations. Now that he had cum I knew he could keep me on edge for hours if he wanted. He stood up and pulled me into the bedroom, removed my robe and motioned for me to hop up on the bed. I saw that he had a set of restraints laid out already as I climbed up on to the bed. I spread my arms and legs out obediently so he could fasten them to me and then to the bed securely. Once that was done he refastened the blindfold around my eyes and the gag around my mouth.

He then moved between my legs and brought his face to my warm pussy. I felt the tip of the plug push it further into my ass and the vibrations were so near my pussy that I didn’t think it would take much for me to cum so I prayed he wouldn’t spend too much time there. Soon I felt his fingers slide into me and directly to my g-spot just as his tongue flicked out to find my swollen clit. Immediately, the orgasm hit me at full speed and nothing I could do would’ve stopped it. My incoherent moans that I tried to subside, along with the bucking of my hips gave away what I wanted to hide. I could feel his glare but I didn’t think it was fair.

“Wow, I don’t remember telling you you could cum….” he said quietly, rubbing my legs softly. He knew what he was doing, he just wanted me to suffer some more, I silently thought, giving him a hidden glare of my own. “You can glare at me all you want but you broke the rules…again,” he finished as he started untying me. Apparently even with my eyes covered my expressions were readable.

“Turn over,” he said sharply when I was unfettered. I did so and he quickly set about tying me back to the bed, face down, ass up, and I knew what was coming. He removed the gag but kept the mask on. I felt him come and sit on my legs, rubbing my ass and thighs with his hands. He reached up and slowly began to remove the plug from my ass. When it was out, he tossed it aside and began smacking my ass again with one hand while slowly working two fingers in to my ass. I moaned out and he smacked me harder back into submission and I tried to keep quiet.

I had never been into anal until he had shown me how good it could be and now I liked it almost as much as when he fucked my pussy. But this was not about my pleasure, and when I felt him pull out his fingers and shift his weight off my legs I braced myself. He used his hand to pull apart my creamy cheeks and placed the tip of his cock right on my rosebud. He did not waste any time with gentleness before plunging his entire dick into my ass. The leftover lube from the plug did little to ease my discomfort as he roughly began fucking me.

I sucked in my breath and tried to relax as his hands came up to my throat and gently squeezed, cutting off my air supply and causing momentary panic to come over me. He released after a few seconds and I gasped before he did it again, this time heightening my pleasure and causing a deep moan to come from my throat. The vibrations went straight to his cock and when he grasped my throat again he held on a bit tighter before yelling out that he was cumming in my ass. I nearly blacked out before he let go and collapsed on top of me. I reveled in feeling him so close to me, loved how his body felt on mine and sighed in ironic contentment. He kissed the back of my neck and whispered in my ear how very much he loved me.

After a few minutes he got up and untied me, removed my blindfold and took his place in our bed behind me. His arms came out to pull me closer to him and again we were one. Until the next time at least.

The end.

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Raven walked into her apartment and flopped down on her sofa (which has seen better days) with a little ‘oomph’.

“Why do all men have to be jerks, Diablo? Is it in their programming or something? Can’t at least one of them want to have a decent conversation without staring at my body?”

But, with her wild riot of auburn curls dancing around her shoulders, her bright gray eyes, full, round, perky breasts, slender waist, curvy hips, and her long, lithe legs, no man was able to resist Raven’s looks. Diablo just purred and jumped into her lap, pawed at her legs and arched his back, begging for attention. Raven ruffled his fur with a little laugh.

“Why am I even asking you? You’re the biggest, most stuck up man I know.”

Diablo’s answer? A little hiss, a switch of his tail and an elegant jump off of her lap. Raven laughed a little then sighed and got up to rummage through her refrigerator.

“Damn. Forgot to go shopping again.” She looked at her watch. “Damn. 3 a.m. I just left the bar so I’m not going back out to the store to deal with even more drunks.”

She tapped her long blood red fingernails against the door and muttered, “I swear I haven’t been able to think straight since . . . ”

She slammed the door shut and rested her forehead against the freezer door.

“It’s been 3 years. You’d think I’d have gotten over him by now!”

She punched the door and let out a string of explicatives that would make a sailor blush. Raven shoved herself away from the door and trudged into her bathroom to get ready for bed.

Stephen disappeared three years ago without a trace. No one has heard anything, seen anything from him since. Raven was probably the most hurt of anyone. He was Raven’s Master. The Love of her life. The other half of her soul. He was the one reason for her to live. He found her at her most desperate and brought her under His protection. He loved her, nurtured her, taught her then disappeared.

Raven stared at her reflection in the mirror and swore again when the view started to become blurred by tears.

“Dammit all to hell! I will not start crying all over again!”

Automatically she thought “Master is going to punish me for swearing.” She gasped and lifted her hand to her mouth in surprise.

“I haven’t thought about that part of our relationship for a while. Why is it coming back now,” she questioned her reflection. Her reflection answered with a little waver and the appearance of a pair of green eyes, the color of the sea after a storm. Stephen’s eyes.

Raven’s eyes widened for a moment then she slammed them shut.

“No. No. NO! This is so not happening. I am never drinking again. I am not hallucinating. I am not seeing Stephen’s eyes looking back at me.”

She turned her back to her reflection and rested her behind against the counter top. She buried her face in her hands for a moment before letting out a quiet sob. Her head snapped up and she wiped the tears away from her cheeks.

“Sleep. Yes sleep. That’s what I need.”

She wandered blindly into her bedroom, stripping clothes off as she went and turned out her light. She pulled out Stephen’s old, ragged college t-shirt and with a soft, resigned sigh, slipped it on. Raven curled up under the blankets, in the bed that she and Stephen had shared, and cried herself to sleep. That unbroken bit of peace that she so desired never came. The moment her eyes were shut and her unconscious took over Raven was plagued by dreams.

From what seemed like a million lifetimes away, Stephen smiled as he looked down on her sleeping form, laid out before him on his bed.

“So innocent in sleep,” he thought. “But I certainly know how much of a wild animal she is when she is in my hands.”

He traced a callused finger down her ivory cheek and chuckled when she instinctively turned her head towards the touch. A soft moan escaped from between her soft lips and Stephen’s crooked grin appeared.

“Oh my little one. I never tire of hearing that wonderful sound from you. And I will hear it again, little girl.”

With one swift movement, Stephen scooped Raven up into his strong arms, walked out of his chambers and journeyed through the halls of the castle towards his play area. Servants ducked out of his way, smiling knowingly at the lord of the manor. A few daring ones even winked. A few of the maids in the main hall sighed as their hearts fluttered at the impressive sight before them. Stephen was not a small man. Even when he arrived at Ravencrest Manor, he was not a small man. But in the three years since, he became the man of his destiny. Finely chiseled muscles grace his form now, honed by years of practice with sword and bow, with battles fought to protect his home. His towering frame, easily a foot above the tallest man in the manor, filled out and changed from that of a businessman to one of a warrior. His wide shoulders flow down into his chest, his stomach tapers in a v down to his hips. His muscled arms carry the burden of his sleeping love escort taksim with no signs of tiring. His strong legs eat up the stone as he strides confidently lower and lower into his castle’s dungeons.

Raven shifted slightly in his arms and buried her nose deeper against his chest. His laugh rumbled in his chest but still it did not wake her.

“Good thing you are such a deep sleeper, my love or we would never have made it this far without you waking up in one of your wonderful moods. But soon, little one. Soon you’ll awaken into a world of pleasure you have never known. A world you only dreamed of. A world I can finally give to you.”

Stephen shouldered the heavy door of his playroom open then kicked it shut with a muscular leg. His movements became a little more impatient and agitated now that he was so close to his prize. He quickly crossed the room and laid Raven down on a table that resembled a medieval torture device. He slipped her slender ankles into shackles and locked them tight, her legs spread out wide by a spreader bar. He smiled as he shifted her body to remove his old, hole-infested college t-shirt that Raven faithfully wore to bed.

“This, my dear one” holding up the shirt, “will have to go. You will have no more use for clothes of that time anymore.”

But he tossed it in a corner, knowing that she will want to keep it for sentimentality’s sake. Raven’s wrists were hastily bound in shackles attached to a long chain, stretching her arms above her head, then he stepped back to survey his work.

His heart raced at the sight before him, his blood began to roar in his ears and his cock twitched again in anticipation. Raven’s ivory skin glowed in the candlelight and was perfectly offset by the dark wood on which she slept. Her hair was fanned out around her head like a halo of fire. With her arms stretched above her head, her full breasts were bared and slightly thrust upward towards him, like an offering to the pagan gods and goddesses. The delicate moons of her long lashes rested against her slightly flushed cheeks, hiding the true treasure of her being. Her beautiful gray eyes. Eyes that Stephen knew could be as dark as a storm cloud, showing him her passion, or as clear as the sky at dawn, letting him see deep into her soul.

Stephen reached down and gently brushed her cheek again with the back of his knuckles. He leaned down and lightly skimmed his lips over hers and groaned aloud at the taste and touch.

“Little one, wake up. Wake up and let me see those eyes. Let me take you from the light into the dark again and again. Raven … sweet Raven … open your eyes for me”

He kissed her again, stood back, and as if on command, her eyelids fluttered then slowly began to open. He watched her brain slowly begin to function then smiled at the surprise that filled her eyes at the sight of him.

Raven whispered in disbelief, “Stephen?”

Again a little louder, “Stephen? How? Where? What?”

Her eyes began to dart frantically about the room and she was tugging at her bindings to free herself. Stephen simply laid a finger against her mouth and she stilled.

“Hush, little one. I have finally brought you home.”

Raven shook her head in disbelief.

“I’m dreaming. This is one helluva dream girl and you seriously have to wake up.”

Her gaze sought his again and tears started rolling down her cheeks.

“Stephen, oh God, Stephen. You still haunt me in my dreams. When am I ever going to get over you?”

She closed her eyes again and started to tremble as the tremendous sadness in her soul threatened to well up and take control again. This time, however, Stephen didn’t just fade away into the darkness when she opened her eyes again. His image moved closer to the table and sat down beside her. She whimpered as she imagined she felt his heat against her body. She shook even more as she sensed him leaning towards her.

She jumped when he touched his lips to her ear and whispered, “‘Tis no dream, little one. ‘Tis reality. OUR reality.”

Raven squeezed her eyes shut and started mumbling, “What the hell was in those drinks? Someone must have slipped me a rufie or something. This isn’t real. You’re not here, Stephen. You’re just a figment of my fucked up mind. I’m still in bed.”

“I am real, Raven. More real and more alive than you can ever imagine. If I weren’t real, would I be able to do this?”

He reached for her breast and brushed his finger over her hardening nipple.

Raven gasped and her eyelids flew open.

“Stephen? This is truly real? Where are we? How did we get here? Why are my arms…?”

Her words were cut short when she tugged on her arms and realized she couldn’t move them. She lifted her head to see her feet and gasped when she saw her ankles bound and a spreader bar between them. She looked at him in wonder. All he did was smile down at her with that crooked grin that she fell in love with.

“Tsk tsk tsk, Raven, sweet. I thought escort maslak we stopped that nasty swearing problem of yours. And what ever happened to that delightfully respectful title you had for me?”

He leaned down slowly, letting his lips come a mere breath away from her own. Their breath mingled together and with one single word whispered from his lips, everything came flooding back to Raven.

“Master.”

Raven raised her head slightly to touch her lips to his and only managed to whisper, “Oh Master” before he crushed his lips to hers and took her mouth hungrily.

He slipped his arms around her body and lifted her up as much as he could to his, crushing her against his solid chest. He fought against the raging beast in his soul demanding that he take her now. He fought hard to keep it down but it threatened to overtake him as a soft moan escaped from between her parted lips and his tongue delved into the sweetness of her mouth.

“Raven… Raven… Raven…Oh my darling Raven.” Stephen whispered over and over again, a soft mantra filling the expanse of the room as he kissed her.

He reluctantly pulled away and Raven whimpered her displeasure as she tried to reach for him.

“Where are you going? Please Master, don’t leave me again. I couldn’t bear it if you did. Please Master, don’t…”

Her begging was cut short by a stern look from Stephen.

“Seems to me that we have some work to accomplish. You have become lax since I have been gone.”

“No, Master, I haven’t. Please Master.” Raven turned her eyes towards his and he could see the pleading look in her eyes.

“Yes you have, little girl,” he ground out. “And now is the time to pay for it.”

The warmth of reuniting with his love still lingered in his eyes but it was now edged by the sternness of a Master.

He slipped away from her and out of her sight. She heard slight movements behind her then heard the clinking of a chain being moved. All of the sudden, Raven’s wrists were lifted off of the table, followed quickly by her arms. She felt his hand at her back, guiding her upwards as she struggled to free herself.

“Enough!”

One word from him stopped her movements and she hung her head, not in shame but in respect and submission. The chain didn’t stop moving until Raven was suspended above the table by her wrists, her toes barely in contact with the rough wood. She moaned softly at the sensations running rampant through her body that she thought long dead.

“Aye, little one. I see you haven’t forgotten all. Let us see if you remember what comes next.”

“Please Master. Your girl has been lax in her duties and she deserves to be punished. She willingly accepts any punishments you deem necessary, Master.”

“Good.”

Raven heard the sound of movement coming from behind her again then gasped as she felt the handle of a whip under her chin, forcing her to lift her eyes to Stephen’s. She kept her darkened, stormy eyes connected with his vibrant green ones as she lowered her lips to the handle and gave it a gentle kiss. Just as her lips touched the whip, the palm of Stephen’s hand found her cunt and pressed hard against it. The passion in her eyes flared bright for a moment and the corner of his mouth curved slightly in a knowing grin. He lowered the whip from her mouth and snapped it behind her, the crack sounding like thunder echoing in the stone walled room. He leaned in and whispered against her ear.

“You’re wet already, little girl. I remember you always being wet for me and now you will be again. Always ready for me to…take… you when and where I wish.”

Just as suddenly as Stephen was in her sight, he was gone again. This time she knew where he was. She knew what was coming next and closed her eyes, her body taught with the anticipation of the coming blow. She waited for what seemed like an eternity and still the blow did not come. Her heart starting racing faster, the blood in her veins rushed through her body, and her cunt became even wetter, starting to trickle down her inner thighs. She started to squirm a little; a feeble attempt to show him how much she needed this.

“Do not move,” Stephen growled from behind her just as she heard the swish of the whip through the air, seconds before it came in contact with her skin. She whipped her head back and ground her teeth together to keep the moan inside that was threatening to escape.

Raven ground out through her clenched teeth, “Thank you, Master. May girl have another?”

Stephen answered with another perfectly placed hit, landing across her round, firm ass and leaving a bright red stripe that crossed the previous mark.

“Thank you, Master. May girl have another?”

Again and again and again, the whip sailed through the air and landed with deadly accuracy, leaving a criss-cross pattern across her back and ass but never once breaking her tender skin. Tears flowed down her cheeks, this time in pleasure from the pain. Just as she was escort topkapı about to beg her Master to let her cum, he slipped his hand between her thighs from behind and powerfully thrust two fingers up into her hungry cunt. Her entire body convulsed but still she held on, desperately fighting her baser urge to let her pleasure fly. Stephen leaned forward and lightly ran his tongue along one of the welts reddening further into a deep crimson.

“Aye, little one. You are so ready for me. You are once again how I like to see you. Constantly aroused and ready to take me.”

He removed his finger quickly and she wavered, trying to sway back against his touch.

“Crawl down onto the furs, slut. Your Master requires service.”

Stephen’s movements belied his inner urgency as he leisurely freed her ankles from the shackles and the spreader bar then slowly lowered her so her knees rested on the table. He freed her wrists from their bindings and she brought them in front of her to rub them lightly. His movement to her right snapped her mind back on track and she hastily climbed from the table and sank to her knees on the luxurious furs he had pointed to. She tossed her hair over her shoulder as she settled on her knees. She spread her knees wide and rested her hands on her creamy thighs, palms facing the ceiling. Her back was perfectly straight, her stance showing her pride in her submission.

Stephen came up behind her and grabbed a fistful of her silken hair.

He yanked her head back and snarled, “Tell me how bad you want it slut. Let me know how much you need to please me.”

Raven’s eyes flared wide, revealing the smoky gray orbs of her eyes, darkened with passion and desire. The tip of her pink tongue snaked out to wet her dry lips and she smiled in her mind at his sharp intake of breath barely audible in the room.

“Your slut needs you more than life itself, Master. She needs to taste your wonderful cock more than she needs to breathe. She will only gain her pleasure in seeing to Yours, Master.”

He gave a growling snort through his nose as he released her hair, giving her head a little shove in the process.

“We’ll see about that, slut.”

Stephen walked over to a large, ornate chair perched at the edge of the furs. He sank down onto the cushions covered with a luxurious midnight blue velvet and rested one elbow on the arm of the chair, his fingers idly stroking the carving of a raven’s head that graced the end of the arm. He rested his chin in the cup of his other hand, elbow on the arm of the chair, and raised an uninterested eyebrow, seeming to challenge Raven to make him lose the look of disenchantment gracing his handsome face. The only things that betrayed his calm exterior were the passionate, hungry fire burning bright in his eyes and his thick cock fully erect.

She gasped at the sight before her. While she was preoccupied with gaining the feeling back in her wrists, Stephen had removed his breeches and tossed them to the side of the room. The sight of him sitting there, completely at ease, completely naked and completely erect sent another thrill rushing through her body, straight to her core. Her body answered as any other woman’s would have, with a hot rush of liquid down her thighs. To her, he looked like a primal god sitting in his throne, hair burnished a fiery gold by the candlelight and fire in the room. A god, who, on a whim, decided to come down and play with the mortals.

Raven might have been named after a bird but all of her movements were purely feline. She fell forward onto her hands and arched her back, lifting her ass into the air as she crawled toward him. She faltered only for a moment, the lush furs against her highly sensitized skin causing a gentle shudder to race through her body. She won control over her traitorous body and resumed her short trek across the furs. One hand in front of the other. One knee in front of the other, like a cat on the prowl. She slinked across the floor towards him, seeming to have muscles in her body a human shouldn’t have. The wickedness flared in her eyes as she heard another barely inaudible intake of breath and saw him shift slightly in his chair.

She crawled to the side in which his hand was resting on the arm of the chair and nudged her nose under it. Just like a cat, she nuzzled her nose and face against his hand, turning slightly to press her soft lips to his palm. The corner of his mouth crooked upwards in a minute smile.

“I see you’ve been taking lessons from Diablo while I’ve been gone, little girl. Let’s hope you haven’t learned his arrogance as well.”

He sunk his strong fingers into the wealth of her hair and gently pushed her head towards the center of his body.

“But I’m sure Diablo couldn’t have taught you anything more about what I want you to do right now. I seem to remember that you were quite good at it before. Show me how right I am, little one. Service your Master . . . ” He leaned down towards her, his fiery gaze locked on hers and he growled “…NOW.”

Raven jumped a little at the urgency in his voice and quickly situated herself between his legs, letting her shoulders nudge his thighs a little further apart. The candlelight reflected like sparkling diamonds in her eyes, so darkened with desire they are almost black.

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I expected it to be another crazy Friday. Most people love Fridays, I hate them. Clients are always rampaging, the kids always want a friend to spend the night, and my husband has to work. After the week I had had, I just wanted to curl at my master’s feet and please him. I didn’t want to be the responsible employee, wife, and mother. Then I opened the email.

“Princess, the children are at my mother’s for the weekend. After work, go straight to the airport. I will bring anything you might need and meet you there. Master.”

Things started looking up and the anticipation made the day fly by. I don’t know if it was the excitement or not, but even my clients were pleasant. Before I knew it the day was over and I was headed to the airport. On the drive, I started thinking about what my delightful master had in store. By the time I arrived, the moisture between my legs had soaked even the tops of my stockings. I trusted Him and knew I would enjoy anything he had in store.

When I saw Him waiting at the front door, my heart started racing. He had always been my husband but had just recently become my master and the thrill never ceased to amaze me. Every time I saw Him, my heart raced, my pussy drooled, and my breasts ached for His touch. I was the luckiest woman in the world I thought as He smiled at me.

“Are you ready Princess? ”

“Yes, Master. May I ask a question?”

“You may ask, but I may not answer.”

“Where are we going?”

“I’ll answer when we are in the air. Trust me.”

We then checked in and proceeded to do the airport thing until finally we were in our seats and taking off. Once the plane leveled off, He turned to me and told me the plan, or as much of the plan as He wanted me to know. We were going to San Francisco for the weekend. He had arranged with my boss to give me Monday off and He had a room for three nights. I belonged to Him for the weekend and there would be no interruptions. The thought made me warm inside and I slept for the rest of the flight.

Once escort kurtköy we checked into the hotel and were in our room, Master ordered me to strip. I was to stay naked unless we went out. Then He put on my collar. I have mixed feelings about that collar. I love the submissive feeling of Him placing it on my neck, but it is 3 inches wide and makes me unable to bow my head. He wants me to be proud of my place and I must wear it until He decides I don’t need it any more.

We relaxed for the evening and made love until the early morning. I thought we would sleep in the next morning and spend a lazy day in the room. I was in for a surprise. Master woke me up at 7 with a cup of coffee and said I was wasting the day. He told me to forget the normal morning shower and just get dressed. My outfit was in the bathroom.

I walked in and saw jeans, no underwear, my cupless bra, t-shirt and sweatshirt. On top of the pile was a pair of small nipple clamps. Now the bra made sense. I placed the clamps on my nipples and felt the familiar pain that turned into ecstasy. I hoped we would come back to the room soon. If we were gone too long, I would melt into a pile of mush from wanting Him.

We were tourists for a few hours and made it back to the room by noon. Master then informed me that we were going out that night and we needed a nap. No sex, just sleep. After we woke, I was sent into the shower. When I came back into the room, a costume was lying on the bed and Master was already dressed. He wore purple and black with a black velvet robe and a mask that hid most of His face. I looked back at my costume. It was matching colors. It was a corset, under the bust, with a detachable skirt, matching cloak and a mask for me. Apparently my breasts would be bare. I started to get scared about where on earth we could be going.

After covering me up with my cloak, He ushered me out the door. I was so busy trying to figure out what He had escort beykoz planned, I didn’t realize that my collar was still on and we had arrived at our destination. I was still very nervous about publicly displaying our relationship. He must have felt my nervousness because He hooked my chin with His finger and pulled my head up to look in His eyes.

“Princess, I know you are scared, but you have to trust me. We are going to a Dungeon Party. Do not embarrass me.’

I nodded with my stomach in my throat and followed Master into the building. I had seen dungeons in the videos we had watched but seeing one in reality was very different. Fear mixed with arousal was running through my blood. Was He going to take me in front of all these people? I was so scared, I couldn’t speak. We walked through several rooms full of people in various states of dress and undress. My mind was so blurred by what Master might make me do, I didn’t see anything until He stopped and ordered me to look in the room.

There was a woman blindfolded in the center of the room. Her hands were cuffed and tethered to a hook in the ceiling. Her body was taught as her Master tested her bonds. He attached clothespins to her areolas around the nipples. To those, he attached clamps and let the chain swing. Then he stepped back and chose one of the whips hanging on the wall.

First he wrapped her body in the whip and let it caress her like a lover. I watched her shiver and thought, I know that feeling. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her as she reacted to each lash of the whip. She was enjoying the feeling of each sting. When he caressed her with his hands she shuddered with her orgasms.

Then he untethered her hands and led her to a cushion on the floor. She was ordered to spread her legs and had her hands cuffed behind her back. She smiled as if she knew what was next. I did. He was going to allow her to suck his dick. I was so envious; I could almost feel the smooth escort üsküdar head in my own mouth.

‘”You’re next, Princess” Master whispered in my ear.

My heart skipped a beat and I wanted to argue with Him. My brain screamed No, but my body screamed Yes. Instead of saying anything, I just continued watching the couple. She was now bent over a padded bench and her Master was sliding a dildo into her pussy. She must have been very wet because it slid in with no effort. Once it was in, he started smacking her ass and legs with a crop. I knew from experience her screams were of pleasure. Then her Master told her “Now”. She started squirting. The dildo fell out and each slap of the crop brought a spray of moisture. He threw down the crop and replaced the dildo with his cock. He pumped furiously until they both came with loud groans. He uncuffed her and she turned around and licked him clean.

Master turned to me and attached my own nipple clamps to my already sore nipples and reminded me that I was next. I expected to be led to the middle of the room, but was instead led, by the nipple clamps, to a room with large overstuffed chairs. Master sat in one of the chairs and pulled me to my knees in front of Him. He placed the chain under his feet so that the only way I could stand up was if I pulled the clamps off my nipples by straightening my back. He opened his pants and pulled out his cock. I love that piece of his body and eagerly took him into my mouth.

Watching that couple had turned me on so much, I didn’t care that people watched me. I was proud to be able to suck Him off. I wanted to show off my ability to please my Master. I must have done a good job, because within minutes, I was rewarded with His come sliding down my throat. He pulled me into His lap and slowly took off the nipple clamps. As the blood surged, I heard someone crying. I looked up to see the couple from earlier in the chair next to us. She was cradled in his lap with a throw across them both. She was shaking and tears were running down her face. His hands were caressing her hair and he kept kissing her tenderly. When she finally looked up, the love in their eyes made me cry. Then Master told me to look at him.

When I saw the same look in His eyes that the other Master had, I knew everything would be ok. I was looking forward to the next dungeon party.

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“What do you want from me?!” she whispered hoarsely, her voice quavering.

“You KNOW what I want!” he answered, his body pressed up against her, his warm breath made the hair on the nape of her neck flutter.

“I can’t do that, and you know it ….” she was almost begging now – begging him to back down.

But he was not going to be denied – not this time. He knew she was ready, she was just afraid, and a little fear in this instance was a good thing. Makes the heart beat a little harder, the skin flush.

He had been working her up to this point of submission for a long time – mostly by making her read erotic writings, watch videos, look through magazines. He had talked her through what he wanted. She knew the drill – – they had played lots of Dom/sub bedroom games – – but she had always managed to melt his heart just at the critical moment of pushing the envelope.

He took her shoulders into his strong hands, nuzzling at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. “You’re gonna give it to me tonight, babe,” he told her. “And you’re gonna love what I make you do, and what it will do to you when I get you there!”

She began to tremble in earnest now. ‘Good girls don’t do this’ It was her mother’s voice that kept chorusing in her head. ‘Good girls hate sex. They never spread their legs, never cum, never let their lovers take them to new heights … and they CERTAINLY don’t do THIS!’ She shook her head, trying to clear her mother’s voice from it.

The head toss inflamed him, “So you say no?! Don’t you trust me?!” He turned her, almost viciously, holding her firmly by the shoulders and looking into her eyes.

“Yes, I trust you,” she said, lowering her eyes. Yes, she knew the drill.

“Prove it,” he said. “Get on your knees and suck my cock.”

This was the easy part. She liked the power of taking his flaccid cock into her soft, warm mouth and feeling it grow and pulse with life. She liked hearing his moans, feeling his hands in her soft hair guiding her movements. She liked watching his hands as he touched himself while she sucked him.

She wasn’t a swallower … which he had made mental note to work on .. but she didn’t mind being covered with his cum as the head of his cock expanded and belched it all over her.

At first, it had been almost humiliating to her, but once she discovered that not only did he NOT disrespect her for allowing him to cum on her – – that it actually drew him closer to her – – she was more open to allowing him further explorations into sex play that deviated from her pious upbringing.

She had been through so much in her life that being a submissive was very hard for her … hard for her to let go, hard for her to trust that he wouldn’t turn evil and that he knew when to stop. So many don’t. But as he proved to be a truly patient lover, she became more and more trusting, and more and more wanton.

He often found himself amazed at her hedonistic reactions to his domination. She became so much more alluring to him when she let herself go like that, because he knew she was leaping over huge walls to please him. This never went unnoticed and he took great care after each push forward in their sexual göztepe escort exploration to comfort and caress her – – to tell her how much she was loved and appreciated – – so that she didn’t think that he thought less of her.

Right at this very moment, however, his entire focus was on the bloated head of his cock that was being massaged by her throat. “Huuuuugggghhhh,” he groaned as she pulled back her mouth slowly. “I’m going to blow this load in your mouth, and you are going to swalloooooooowwww…..” his voice trailed off in another low growl as she tried to protest. “Take it, slave ….. take it aaHHHHHHLLLLLLLLLL…..” and he began to cum …. watching her try to swallow it, gagging, her eyes pleading with him.

He jerked his spewing cock from her mouth, and blew the last of his load on her – all over the clothes she was wearing, on her hair, in her face, and he watched as she crumpled in failure.

“Get up!” he ordered, taking her by the elbow and leading her roughly upstairs to their room.

She was somewhat afraid that she had displeased him to the point of anger, but when he pushed open the door and drug her inside, she noticed that their four-poster bed had been fitted with shackles and cuffs, there was a leather paddle, a feather duster, a sheepskin, and a leather collar studded with silver. Ah, yes. The thing. ‘We’re going to play that game’ she thought as he shoved her to the middle of the room.

“Strip,” he said, “but don’t wipe any of my cum off of your face or hair. I want you to reek of me.” Taking the submissive approach by looking at the floor; she began to strip; wondering if this time he would truly push them both to the brink of destruction.

She really wasn’t sure if she could go through with all of this, even as much as they had talked about it. Even as much as she loved and trusted him.

She felt the cool air as she took off her top, feeling her nipples stiffen in her bra. He groaned in appreciation and reached out to fondle them through her undergarments.

Suddenly overcome, he roughly pulled her to him for a kiss; a kiss which she resisted because of its fury, pushing against his broad shoulder and wriggling with all her might.

He pushed her away just as roughly, almost causing her to tumble into the floor. “I said GET NAKED” his voice was forceful – intimidating – and she quickly complied, standing soon before him as naked as the day she came into the world. “Don’t cover yourself with your hands! Come here and lie down.”

He pointed to the middle of the bed. She didn’t know whether to run to him or run away at this point, so she reluctantly moved forward, suddenly aware that her feet felt like lead. He shackled her to the bedposts, stopping along the way to take a nipple into his teeth and draw a gasp from her, or nipping her sharply on the thigh or stomach.

Once shackled, he blindfolded her, and began the task of teasing. He first ran the feather duster carefully here, there and yon, tickling the innermost part of her foot one minute, running it up the inside of her thigh the next. The sensations were overwhelming, and she was soon mewling çorlu escort and squirming with every pass. “I think you deserve a little reward,” he said into the vee of her legs. He positioned himself there, and with one giant sweep, passed his tongue up her pussy slit to collect all the juices that were there.

“Ooooohhhhhhh …” she arched, trying to get him to stay.

“Uh-uh-uh!” he said mockingly. “I said a reward … not the grand prize!”

His finger, however, penetrated her pussy as he spoke, bringing another pleading groan from her mouth. “My God, you’re wet!! Do you need to cum, slave?”

“Ohhhhhhh…..please ……… ”

“I’m waiting. You know how to ask me ….”

“PLEASE, Master, I beg of you … let me cum …”

He withdrew his finger. “I think not …” Her body sagged heavily on the mattress …. her moan catching in her throat … as he sucked her succulent juices from his fingers. “Ummmmm … you still taste like honey!! You still haven’t earned your cum, slave … but you will….you will …..”

She felt him uncouple the shackles, and felt him lock her wrist cuffs behind her. He removed the blindfold, and then pulled her to her feet. “It’s time…” he said, pulling her over his lap.

“I don’t think I can do this!” she begged, kicking half-heartedly, trying to fight his advances.

“Oh, yes you can! You want it … I felt how hot and wet your pussy was. Your juices are running like a faucet. Do you want to cum? Cum THIS way!” And he pulled her over his lap in one big jerk, her beautiful round ass upturned for his pleasure. “You are lying against my cock and it feels so good …. I can feel your body’s heat and trembling” he gripped the leather paddle with one hand, and the sheepskin with the other.

THWACK!

He swatted her ass …. and as she moaned in protest, he gently rubbed the red mark with the soft sheepskin.

TWACK!

The other buttock was reddened and soothed.

TWACK!

TWACK!

TWACK!

The paddling went on for some time. Her voice became strangled but she didn’t cry out loudly. Each glancing blow pushed her pubic mound into his thigh, her clit rubbed against his skin, keeping her on the edge of climax but not stimulating her enough to push her over.

By this time, a glistening sheen of sweat began to form on her body. The sweat mixed with the pre-cum dribbling from the head of his cock kept him lubricated as her body rocked back and forth against it with each down-swing. He finally looked at her shiney red ass and knew he had done it: he had pushed her to her brink. Now came the time to finish the job and take her anal cherry.

He eased the sobbing woman onto the floor face down and got between her legs. Leaning over her back, he whispered low: “Now we are going to finish this, and you are going to cum like you never have before. So am I. But you are going to have to trust me ….” and with that, he squirted some lube on his fingers and eased two of them into her ass, kissing and nibbling at each reddened buttock.

Her piteous moans turned him on somewhat. He knew she was getting turned ümraniye escort on or she would have used the safeword by now. He added a third finger to her ass while using his other hand to lube his raging hardon. He looked at her, half his hand buried in her asshole, the redness on her asscheeks from the paddling; she was submitting to it all, and she was getting turned on because of it. God, how he loved this woman! He uncoupled her arms and pulled her hips up into a kneeling position, and positioned himself for entrance into her virgin passage.

He put the head of his cock at her sphincter and said, “It’s time,” then began to push, encouraging her to push back against him by pulling on her hips.

“OOOOHHHhhhhh … go slow! You’re so BIGGGGGGGG….” she moaned into the carpet.

He pushed in a little farther, holding to let her get accustomed to it … then pushed farther still. Soon he was buried to the balls in her luscious ass, and they were both moaning.

He began to gently fuck her, and while doing so he reached carefully for the paddle and sheepskin once again. He could feel her anal muscles grip him in stubborn defiance, so he pushed his cock in to the hilt, and gave her three solid smacks, followed by gentle massages. Each time, he felt her insides leap, and felt her moan loudly. He knew she was at the abyss … now to push her over.

He was still buried in her as far as he could go. He reached under her, and had her raise up, so that her back was against his chest. With one hand, he reached for her sensitive nipples (‘Damn! forgot the nipple clamps!’ he thought moment), and with the other, he reached for her clit. It was engorged and distended beyond what he had ever thought possible – keeping her on the edge was exactly what he had done.

“Cum for me, slave.” he said hotly into her ear, licking and sucking at the lobe.

“Your clit is so hard …. I feel your ass milking me. I know you want to …. you liked being spanked, didn’t you?!?”

“Uuuhhhgggg….. .oooohhhh godddddd yeeessssss…….” He strummed her clit with gentle well-practiced fingers.

“Then cum for me ….. let your ass suck my cum from my balls ….. ” he began to thrust carefully …. allowing her body to react to his cock and stimulate him. He continued to talk into her ear, talking her through some mild cums until he knew she was staring into the face of a huge orgasm.

Without warning, he was suddenly there himself, and he managed to croak out, “Ohhhhhh … gggggodddddddd ……. IIII’m gonna cuuummmmm…. aaaahhhhhhhhh” and he bit her gently on the nape of her neck, right where it drove her crazy, as he pushed his throbbing cock as deeply into her ass as he could get it.

His thumb and forefinger of one hand gripped her clit, the other hand twisted a nipple mightily, and when she felt his cockhead expand and pulse in her ass, the stimulus was too much. She screamed for the first time that night …… and then sagged against him. She had blacked out.

She awoke to find herself back in the middle of the bed, a towel under her sore ass to catch any remainders. He was tipped up on one elbow, gazing at her lovingly.

“Hey, babe, you okay?” he asked with genuine concern in his voice.

“Yeah … that was amazing …” she sighed.

With a gentle sweep, he brushed her hair back off of her forehead, “No, YOU were amazing,” he said and he kissed her there.

She turned her face toward him …. her eyes shining. ” Soooo …… when can we play that game again?”

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Dear Shoeblossom

I was so nervous when I got out of the Uber. I had been e-mailing with Tish for some time and had been so enthralled by the details of how she trained her husband, Guapo.

Apparently Guapo had been the child of nobility, or rich parents anyway, and had been sent to the U.S. to study engineering, but after his discovery in some femdom escapades, he’d been invited not to return home.

So he was working as an engineer of sorts for the Kansas highway department, and had met Tish and confessed his interest in the world of BDSM; and she’d taken to it with alacrity.

Now I also live in Wichita; Kansas; and it is the biggest town in that state, but at the time I exited the Uber I was a little horrified that I’d chosen to visit what I perceived to be a midwestern hovel.

Tish had detailed how, after Guapo had told her of some of his fantasies, she’d met with his professional dominatrix who had taught her to order Guapo to hold his ass cheeks open to receive her strap-on, and how, if he was kept chaste for long enough, he could be trained to only masturbate to orgasm while she anally raped him.

She’d told me how she’d gone from having to force his semen into his mouth after he’d jerked off…and he’d been so grossed out by it–to having him lick it out of her hand and then from the floor.

“You can add sugar to the creampie, and it’s more enticing, semen with sugar, Paxon.” she’d written me…”that gets him more enthused about eating his sewage.”

I had been really aroused by the idea of chastity, and cock and ball torture.

I’d gone to a prostitute friend of mine who would lock me in a humbler, the wooden trap that kept my dick behind my legs and forcing me to the floor…

Beryl, my friend would rub my locked penis from where it was protruding from behind in the Humbler until I was overwhelmingly excited, and then ice it down till I was limp again, and start the whole process once more.

Sometimes, as I couldn’t escort bayan see what was going on behind me, Beryl would attach clothespins to my trapped penis and testicles and knock them off with a ruler.

Imaginative Beryl often put Ben Gay or Icy Hot, or even habaneras peppers on my genitals…and scream as I might, there was little I could do.

But of course I’d always been fascinated by the idea of a “regular” woman doing these things to me.

Tish knew a great deal about it, and during Skype sessions she would display Guapo, sometimes with his head and hands locked in a Colonial pillory…

Or having his legs tied behind his head while she sat on his face and urinated in his mouth! I had been so horny, witnessing Guapo’s humiliation, and finally Tish had invited me to come visit.

Tish had felt I should have some “skin in the game” so she’d asked Beryl, with whom she had a separate correspondence to find me a good, strong chastity cage.

“You can sit in that for four to six weeks before I see you, and it will make you more interested, I hope, Paxon.”

And of course, as many have discovered before me, the chastity fantasy is not the same as the reality.

After about two and a half weeks, I was calling Beryl and weeping, but she told me that she’d sent the keys to Tish, and if I wanted out now, I would have to go to the hardware store.

And of course, online, Tish kept contacting me, through Skype, to see if I would do stuff like lick a cucumber, pretend to go down on the cucumber, stick the cuke up my ass and then lick my waste off it.

Tish insisted that I take a picture of myself in my apartment showing the time, ensuring that I didn’t go out at night during the month before I went to visit her.

She wanted me in the house, and sometimes she would send visitors!

Twice she’d sent a male hustler who had whipped my bare ass…

I understood of course, because she was trying to teach osmanbey escort me discipline, and I’ve never had much of that.

So anyway, reflecting on all this, I walked to the front porch of Tish’s house and she actually came out to greet me!

“Paxon! You made it!” She greeted me like a normal person, hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, and we went in and what do you know, there was Guapo, kneeling on the floor, looking very resentful.

He was naked, which took some of the nervousness I had out of me.

“Guapo’s pissed off because I told him that while you’re here, until I start your training, you will help me dominate him, Pax.” Tish smiled at me, oh the dimples!

Tish was tall and had very short blonde hair and the most beautiful skin. Her irises made her blue eyes stand out, and her big boobs were quite accentuated by the snug knit sparkly pink top she was wearing.

Tish looked at Guapo significantly, and he reluctantly began to speak.

And did he look weird, kneeling there. He was wearing a chastity cage, and it was bursting with his very aroused cock.

“Hello, M-” He stopped.

Tish looked down at him warningly. “That’s right, say it, Master Paxon.”

Guapo only had a light accent, but a deep voice. “Hello, Master Paxon. I will be your servant while you are here, and-and you have permission to correct me with the Stinger whip over there–” Guapo pointed to the couch and there was a two foot whip curled at the end.

“And don’t forget, honey, that you will give Pax oral gratification if that is what he requests of you.” Tish dimpled as she said this, and I watched poor Guapo shrink back into his neck.

I learned that Guapo lived in the attic of the house, in what apparently was a six by nine foot room vault made of steel and brick. It only had a single twin bed mattress, a chair and a table.

Tish lived in the master bedroom, and she had a Princess bed with escort mecidiyeköy one of those canopies on top.

“I always wanted one of these as a kid” she told me, giggling, “But my mom was a feminist type and thought it would give me the wrong ideas. Fuck her, I can enjoy my youth now, can’t I?”

Later Guapo told me that it was hard to please Tish, and he’d tried by funding her own boutique, but then she’d ended up embezzling from it so she could “party” with her young male sales clerks, and Guapo had nearly had to declare bankruptcy.

“She’s very high maintenance, Master Paxon, but she’s worth it, too–every three months she takes off my cage and lets me have an evening of lovemaking. But I have to earn it, hence I must submit to you now.”

That is what he told me on our second day together, when Tish had asked me to take Guapo out in the back yard and thrash his bare butt with a long whippy cane because he’d committed the error of asking her to quiet down while he was making a work call.

Whipping a man two decades my senior, who probably was much smarter than I (I’m a motorcycle mechanic on my good days; a telemarketer in leaner times) had been a strange experience.

Then , bizarrely, Guapo had produced my chastity key and undid my cage and he’d given me my first male-male blowjob.

Later he explained that he wanted her to be happy with him. “Tish gets bored sometimes and takes off with whatever loser drops by. Twice with my plumber, once with a Mormon missionary, and did she ruin his life, and once even with a burglar that broke into our house.”

Tish would empty the joint bank account and take off, and while she was gone with whatever male had crooked his finger, Guapo would try to get over her, and go to therapy, as his family just loathed Tish and encouraged this…

“But then she returns, and she’s so gorgeous and seductive, you know?”

And I could understand that!

Later, regrettably, Tish invited another BDSM aficianado over, a guy called “Stumpy” and I’m afraid to say, he whipped MY bare ass and made me blow him…

Guapo also told me that he’d lost most of his pals, since he’d been humiliated and punished in front of so many of them, and this of course had also been followed by the guys taking turns with his glorious wife.

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Her phone goes off letting her know that she has a text, She opens it and sees that it’s from Him, her Master.

“I’m coming to see you tonight.” is all it reads.

She glances at the clock. 8pm. She thinks Ok I’ve got some time. She grabs a towel and runs to the bathroom. Just as she gets to the bathroom door her phone goes off again. She runs back into her bedroom. This time there are three messages.

“I will be there at 11pm sharp. Take a shower, shave. When you are done with your shower do your hair and make up. I want you to look your best.” “You will wear the pink & black nightie WITH the stockings and the heels. Laid out on the bed you will have the following items.” “Collar, paddle, clamps, blindfold, the new vibrator, and a sharpie. Leave your door unlocked and at 10:55 you will be on your knees on your kneeling pillow as close to the floor as you can at the foot of the bed. Waiting. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master” is all she types.

Knowing that He is not going to text her again now that she’s answered she races back into the bathroom. She washes using His favorite soap and shaves every spec of hair from her body. When she finishes her shower she slips into her silk robe to do her hair. She blow drys it thoroughly and does it the way He likes it and does he make up. She takes special care on her eyes. She goes back into her bedroom and strips her bed putting fresh sheets on and leaving the comforter in the closet. She pulls out the pink & black nightie and the matching g-string and stockings. She goes into the closet and gets the black stilettos. She lays them all out on the bed. She goes back into the closet and goes into her toy box and gets the paddle, clamps, vibrator and blindfold and lays them all out neatly on the bed. She goes to her jewelery box and gets her collar. She then goes to her desk and gets a sharpie. She places them with the other things. Although she is very confused as to why he wants a sharpie. She shrugs her shoulders.

She looks at the clock. 10 pm. She goes out into her living room and grabs her kneeling pillow. Then goes back into her bedroom and gets dressed.

10:30

She looks in the mirror to make sure that everything is ok and everything is how He told her to have it. She rereads His text to make sure that she didn’t miss anything.

10:55

She takes her place at the foot of the bed. On her knees with her chest touching the floor and her arms stretched out above her head.

And waits.

She knows it is 11 pm when she hears he front door open and close. She hears the door lock. She starts to get excited. She hears Him walking up the stairs and down the hall. She can feel the wetness between her legs.

He stops at the bedroom door. She doesn’t even breathe until He says ” Good girl”

She can sense him standing over her but doesn’t move for fear of being punished. She feels him trace the g-string with his finger down the crack of her ass to her pussy. She knows He can feel the wetness.

“Very Nice” He says. ” You may sit up”

She very slowly sits up letting her hair fall where it may, but never taking her eyes off the floor.

“Hold your hair up.” Without a word she holds her hair up as she feels herself getting wetter. Her eyes close as she feels her collar being fastened around her neck. He then places the blindfold over her eyes and everything goes black.

“Back down.” He says.

She goes back into her kneeling position. She hears him move and then feels him standing over her, straddling her body, holding her in place with his legs. She feels Him trace the g-string again. She shudders.

“Hmmm you like that.” He does it again. She feels herself getting wetter and wetter. “Pet likes the feelings of her Master’s hands.”

“Yes Sir” she says.

He traces the g-string again, stopping when he gets to her pussy. “Good girl. You are very wet.”

She smiles to herself. He lightly smacks her on the ass.

“I have brought you a few new things.” he says. She hears him rustling around in a bag on the bed. He walks back over to her and gently moves her hair out of the way. She feels Him move her collar a little and then hears a click as something is fastened to it. He lets her hair fall back and she feels the coolness of the metal as a chain is draped across her back. He stands back over her and goes back to tracing the g-string. kırklareli escort She shudders again.

“Hmmm. I am tired of these” He says as he pulls the g-string tight up the crack of her ass. She moans quietly. He pulls them off and with no warning thrusts two fingers into her wet pussy. Her hips buck gently against His hand. “Good girl. Fuck my fingers.” Her hips keep moving against His hand. “Cum for me, pet.” Her hips move more freely now fucking herself with his fingers.

“Oh God” she whispers as she cums.

“Good girl” He removes his fingers, trailing her cum up the crack of her ass. She shudders again, knowing what is coming. She relaxes all of her muscles as she feels him push a finger into her ass. She releases a deep breath and moans loudly. Slowly he starts fingering her ass and she starts to buck her hips to meet his fingers. “That’s a girl.” He says. She feels her face and chest get hot and she gets goosebumps all over her body. ” You like that don’t you” He says.

“Yes Sir”

“Who am I?”

“My Master” she answers.

“What are you?”

“Your whore.” she whispers.

“What was that? Say it louder.”

“Your whore” she says a little louder.

“Say it again.”

“I am your whore.” she says, hips bucking to meet his fingers that are fingering her ass as she cums.

“Good girl.” He removes his fingers and slaps her hard on the ass. She groans loudly. “Don’t move” He says.

She hears Him walk out of the bedroom and down the stairs. She waits, not moving an inch, not being able to see because of the blindfold. She hears him come back a few minutes later. He walks past her to the bed. He rustles around in the bag again and then comes to stand behind her. She bucks forward as the paddle strikes her hard on the ass.

“Get back into position.” He says. She moves back into position without a sound. The paddle comes down again. She involuntarily bucks forward.

“Ugh”

“Back” He says.

She moves back. Thwack, thwack, thwack. She moans. “Good girl.” Her ass starts to sting. Thwack, thwack, thwack. She groans loudly. “That makes you very wet doesn’t it”

“Yes Sir”

Thwack, thwack, thwack. Three more times. He runs his fingers over her pussy. “Very wet indeed. I do think that you are going to run down your legs tonight.” Thwack, thwack, thwack. She groans again. She listens as he tosses the paddle onto the bed. Her ass is burning and she is sure that it is very red. Then she hears the tinkling of ice in a bowl and almost jumps when he takes an ice cube and starts rubbing it all over her ass. Soon the burning is cooled.

He comes to stand in front before her and she feels the metal chain being lifted off her back. He gently tugs on it. “Stand up.” She stands. He leads her by the leash to the bed. He turns her around. “Lay on your back” She lays on the bed on her back.

“Who am I?

“My Master”

“What are you?”

“I am your whore.” she shudders.

“Do you like being my whore?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Are you anyone else’s whore?”

“No Sir”

“Are you mine to whore out and share if I wish?”

“Yes Sir” She smells the sharpie as he takes the cap off.

“What are you again?”

“I am your whore” She feels his hand rest on her pussy, with the heel of his palm on her clit.

“What is it again that you are?”

“I am your whore.”

“Spell it for me.”

“W” she feels his write a W.

“H” she feels the H.

“O” the O is added.

“R” as is the R.

“E” He very deliberately takes His time while writing each line of the E.

“And that spells…?”

“Whore” she whispers.

“Louder”

“Whore” she says a little louder.

“Louder”

“Whore” she says in almost a normal voice.

“That’s right. And who’s whore are you?”

“Yours.” She hears Him walk over to her desk and picks something up and then comes back. She then hears the flash to her camera go off.

“Get back into position.”

She carefully gets off the bed and feels her way back to her pillow and kneels. He comes to stand behind her again. He runs His fingers back over her pussy. “Good girl. My cunt is still very wet.” He thrusts two fingers inside her roughly. She moans loudly. He fingers her roughly. “You like being used.”

“Yes afyon escort Sir.”

“Are you better than any toy in this room?”

“No Sir.” She feels her pussy getting wetter and wetter. “Oh God” she moans. He fingers her more roughly. Her hips move to meet his fingers.

“Cum for me whore” She cums so hard her whole body shudders. “Good girl. Don’t move.” He says as he removes his fingers, once again trailing her cum up the crack of her ass. “I have one more gift for you.”

She hears the bag again. Then she feels his fingers slowly enter her ass again. She moans and relaxes her body.

“But first we are going to clamp that cunt closed.” He says as he withdraws his fingers. She whimpers. “Stay in position but spread those legs wide and thrust your ass in the air so I have access to my cunt.” She moves into the position He requested. “Good girl.” She feels Him pull he pussy lips closed and down and moans loudly when he places the clamp. She starts to breathe heavy. He places two more clamps. “You like that pain on your cunt, don’t you.”

“Yes Sir” she breathes. He doesn’t ask her to repeat it because he knows she isn’t able to say it louder. She feels him fingering her ass again. She does what she can to relax her body.

“Good girl.” He removes his fingers and gently, but firmly fills her ass with a plug and secures it in place with leg straps. He tugs on the leash gently. “Crawl on your knees, but follow me.” She crawls after him. “Stop” She hears him sit in her desk chair. “Please your Master. Show Him how much you love him and love what he has done to your body, MY body. Show Him what every good whore knows how to do.” She takes Him into her mouth and down her throat.

Her head moves as she worships Him. He grabs her by the hair and holds her head still as he fucks her mouth. She feels herself getting soaking wet. She moans with Him in her mouth.

“Are whores meant to be used and abused?” She moans. Then out of no where she feels the plug start to vibrate. She whimpers with Him still in her mouth.

“Awww is that not fair.?” She whimpers and moans.

“You can feel that cum all trapped inside you, can’t you?” She whimpers again

The vibrating gets faster. “Does that feel good?” She moans in response. “Is someone going to gush when I remove those clamps?” She shudders. He keeps thrusting His hips, fucking her mouth.

She feels the orgasm building. The vibration of the plug, the clamps on her pussy, and Master using her. I’m in heaven. She thinks.

“Cum for me slut” and that was her undoing. She cums so hard that she has to consciously keep from clenching her teeth. “That’s my girl.” He pats her on the head. “Stop.” She removes Him from her mouth. He stops the vibration and removes the plug which makes her cum all over again.

“Ugh” she groans.

He tugs on the chain and leads hr back to the foot of the bed. “Stand” She stands up in front of him, or what she thinks is in front of him. He reaches between her legs and lightly taps the clamps. Her knees wobble. “Oh no, does that make you weak in the knees?” He whispers in her ear.. She shudders. He lightly flicks the clamps back and forth. Her knees wobble again. He takes he breast in His other hand and while still flicking the clamps. She breathes heavier. He takes her nipple in his fingers and twists.

“Oh!” she inhales sharply.

“Does my whore like that?”

“Yes Sir” she breathes.

He stops flicking the clamps and takes her other nipple into His hand and twists both at the same time. She moans loudly. “Lets see how long it takes you to cum, shall we slut?” He whispers in her ear. She whimpers. With his knee he lightly puts pressure on the clamps

“Oh God! Oh God!” Her legs wobble violently as she cums.

He chuckles. “Well that didn’t take too long.” He reaches down between her legs again and lightly pulls on the clamps. Her head falls back. “Are you going to run down you legs when I take these off?”

“Yes” She whispers. “Aww,” He says as he cups her pussy in his hand, clamps and all, and moves the clamps back and forth. “Can you feel that cum just waiting to be let out. Are these clamps holding it all inside you? You can feel it can’t you? Begging to run?”

“Yes” she says.

He takes the first clamp off. She whimpers. “Feel that amasya escort blood rush back into your cunt.” He removes the second clamp. She moans. He reaches back down between her legs and flicks the last clamp back and forth. “This is it.” He whispers “Once I take this one off you are going to flood down your legs.” He reaches up and takes a nipple in between his fingers again, still flicking the clamp. He increases the pressure on her nipple , little by little, faster and faster he flicks the clamp. He twists her nipple and removes the last clamp as she cums. She moans loudly as she runs down her legs.

“Oh My God” she breathes.

He says as he thrusts two fingers in her pussy.

“Keep cumming” He says as he roughly thrusts his fingers. She cums again and again over His fingers. He removes his fingers and places them in her mouth. “Clean them thoroughly, my little whore.” She takes them in he mouths and cleans her cum off of His fingers. “Good girl.” He then takes his hand and places it back between her legs to feel her cum on her thighs. “Very nice.”

He leads her to the bed by her leash. “Lie back and spread your legs wide.” She lies back on the bed with her knees bent and spread so her pussy is open to him. He takes the paddle and lightly rubs it over her throbbing pussy. The coolness of the leather feels good to her.

He gently start tapping the paddle against her. SMACK! The paddle comes down hard.

“Oh!” He legs close involuntarily.

“Open your legs.”

She opens her legs again. Tap, tap, tap, tap, SMACK!

She jumps and her legs close again.

“Do Not Make Me Tie Your Legs Open” He says.

She opens her legs again, He slides the paddle over her pussy again. She takes a deep breath and relaxes her legs so they are wide open.

Tap, tap, tap, tap. Each tap getting a little harder.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, SMACK!

She jumps, but her legs remain open and she cums, running down the crack of her ass and getting the bed wet.

“Good girl.” She hears the paddle as it hits the seat of her desk chair. He presses His body against hers and whispers” I want to taste you.” She shivers. He slides down and positions himself between her legs, stopping to kiss where he has written WHORE in sharpie on her pussy. He traces the letters with his tongue. “My whore” He says.

He moves down. He takes two fingers and opens her pussy lips and finds her clit. He flicks it with his tongue. She shivers. He takes her clit between two fingers, like her nipples and pinches. “Oh!” He pinches harder. He moans He pulls outward while pinching her clit. ” Oh God! Oh God!”

He increases the pressure of his fingers. “You like it when I abuse your cunt, don’t you, My little whore?”

“Oh , Yes Sir” she breathes.

He releases her clit, flicks it with His tongue. She feels him pushing the vibrator inside her while he pinches her clit again. She moans. He lifts his head and says ” You are going to cum in my mouth ans as a reward I will fuck you.” She moans loudly. He turns the vibrator on and sucks on her clit. She bucks her hips, whimpering. He puts his finger in her ass and flicks her clit with His tongue.

“Oh God!” she groans.

He moves his finger in her ass. She feels it building. She grabs the bedsheets, her back arches.

“Oh My God!” she screams.

He removes his finger and pulls out the vibrator and he licks her as she cums. He sticks his tongue inside her as she cums again filling his mouth with her cum.

“Ugh!” Her legs collapse onto the bed as he feasts on her. He stops and stands up

“That’s a good girl. Now come and kneel and the end of the bed so you can have your reward. “

She quickly kneels at the end of the bed with her ass up so he can enter her. He grabs her by the hips and slams himself into her. “Oh!” She screams into the bed. Faster and faster, harder and harder. He slams into her. “Oh Yes!” she screams. He holds her hips in a steel grip and she can’t move as He slams her, over and over. Then He hold her hips to him as he cums.

He pats her ass gently and says,”Go clean yourself up”

“Yes Sir.”

She jumps of the bed and goes to the bathroom to clean herself up. When she comes back all evidence of their playtime is gone and her comforter is on her bed. He walks up to her and kisses her deeply.

“And you say…?”

“Thank you Master.”

“You are welcome, pet. You may sleep with your Master tonight, at the end of the bed.” “Thank you Master.” She beams. She gets her pillow and blanket from her drawer and curls up at the foot of the bed. “Goodnight Master. I love you.”

“Goodnight, pet. I love you too”

She falls asleep grinning from ear to ear.

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He allows himself to drink in the sight of her – leaned over with arms bracing the table, dress pushed up over the ass and her cunt dripping with his cum. Her body shivers with aftershocks as her chest rises and falls to catch her breath. With a view like that, he finds himself impatient to return to the brownstone – where the fun can really begin.

Without looking away, Roman reaches into his pocket, finds the woman’s lace undergarment and wipes his cock dry with her panties. He folds them and slips the fabric back into his pocket before arranging himself – only half soft – back into his trousers and refastening them. In the time it takes him, Scarlet is still using the table to help prop herself up. He stalks back to her, running his hands over her ass before gently pulling her dress back over her still soaked cunt, and down over her legs. He runs a hand up her back, along her neck and into her hairline, gripping tight for half a second. He grins when he hears her moan, and works his fingers around the pins in her hair, pulling them free so her hair spills over her face.

He holds the pins up to a light, inspecting them for a beat before pocketing them. Scarlet is beginning to come back to herself – at least she’s managed to get her legs under her. She stands tall with a slight sway and favors him with a bliss-ridden smile. Her lipstick is smeared, some of it remaining on the table where she must have turned her head and bore down as he fucked her. He grins at this, making a mental note to have Walter instruct the staff to preserve the red mark.

“I’ll get our coats,” he tells her, pressing himself into her as he reaches behind her to grab the silver purse from the edge of the table where it was poised to fall. He pushes the small bag into her hand, leans close – his lips almost to hers – and speaks again. “Touch up your lipstick, pet.”

The next thing Scarlet registers is his back as he walks away from her. He is unrolling the sleeves of his dress shirt as he goes, and while she can’t see his smile, she knows it is there. When he disappears into the hall, she lets out a long breath she hadn’t realized she was holding and finds her chair with force as her knees beg for relief. She starts as she sits, pain between her legs reminding her of how well endowed her host is. She shifts carefully, trying to find some comfort – and more importantly, her senses.

She glances at the short arm of the clock behind the bar and marks the time. It’s almost midnight already, and she finds herself wondering what Roman’s idea of ‘evening’ was.

“Until the sun comes up,” Roman’s voice rumbles from the hallway, his coat already on, and hers in his arm. He’s standing in the opening and notices her looking at the clock. “Your lipstick,” he reminds her.

She looks down, remembering the purse. She fumbles with the clasp, and as she is carefully applying a new coat of Flamenco Red, Roman is standing in front of her. He reaches down and pulls the long fang from where it rests between her breasts – her skin is still indented from the pendant – inspecting it.

“What kind of tooth is this?” He asks.

Scarlet presses her lips together and looks up at him. She is pleased to find that is easier to look at him now. Her lips relax and she notices the slight tug on the back of her neck from the chain as his grip tightens on the pendant. She is surprised to find the sensation sends a rush of heat through her all over again. “Tiger,” she answers and stands. His grip remains on the necklace, but his gaze moves to her face, then her lips.

“Beautiful,” he says approvingly before letting the tiger fang fall back to her chest. He takes a step back and holds out her coat for her to step into.

She does, and the warmth protecting her skin seems to give her the barrier from him she needs to feel more normal. It also makes the fact she is leaving with him that much more real. She can feel his cum begin to trickle down the inside of her thigh and can’t tell if it makes her want round two, or to slap him.

His arm snakes around her shoulder once her coat is on and fastened closed, and he guides her to the hall, up the stairs and into the quiet cold outside. Snowflakes stick to her cheeks, melting easily with how hot her skin is. What am I doing she thinks, even as her feet continue to put one in front of the other, going where he steers her.

“I should tell my roommate where I’m going,” she says in a moment of clarity and pats down her coat, looking for her phone. Blood drains from her face when she realizes it is not in the pocket she left it. Phones were too distracting when she played – so she had removed the temptation. Now, that feels like a fatal mistake. “My phone!” she halts all progress and turns to look back towards the the way they’d come.

“I’ll have Walter look for it,” Roman says helpfully and takes his phone from his pocket. He taps the screen and begins typing a message. “He’ll bring it by if he finds zonguldak escort it.”

“Who’s Walter?”

“One of my employees.” There is a pause between ‘my’ and ’employees’, and Scarlet might have noticed if she had been on more stable footing. Her mind is too scattered to be observant. She clearly wants to go back, but he pockets his phone, holds out a hand and removes the opportunity for further protest, “Come, we’re here.”

“Already?” She wonders, her eyes traveling to the stairs that lead to a large stoop, all bordered with wrought iron. One of the large windows of the brownstone is dark, but the other is alive with warm light that penetrates the curtains.

“I told you it wasn’t far,” he favors her with one of his easy grins. “Come,” he repeats the command and she feels her heart speed at how rough it falls from his lips. He brings her attention back to his hand, “We have a bet to settle.”

She groans. “You’re kind of an ass,” she informs him, but takes his hand nonetheless.

“It is good to know you are comfortable with vulgarity,” he says with a smile, offering an elbow to help her up the stairs.

“See?” She asks, allowing him to help her – the stairs are slick with ice and her heels aren’t made for gripping. “It’s comments like those that prompt me to say as much.”

“I would warn you to avoid being a sore loser, but I plan to personally see to it.” He counters and reaches across his body to hers, slipping his hand between the gap in her coat and expertly finding her nipple. He gives it a squeeze, a flick, and returns his hand to his side with shocking speed.

She gasps and swats – far too late to be anything but a symbolic gesture. He laughs and opens the door when they make it across the stoop. “Welcome to… one of my homes,” he says, holding the door open and closing it behind her when she enters the foyer.

“Wow,” she breathes, taking it in. The foyer floor is black and white checkered marble, and beyond it, dark cherry hardwood floors. A fireplace burns in the living room, antique furniture placed around it. Built in bookshelves are packed to capacity, and the modern paint colors and updated bar create a stunning juxtaposition. “Your townhouse also slipped and fell into the 1890s.”

He laughs, but the sound does not mask that of the lock being engaged. Scarlet turns to see the door firmly shut, and he is slipping out of his scarf and jacket. “Be a dear,” he says, hanging up his scarf first. “And pour me a drink.” He gestures to the bar before hanging up his coat.

Her lips twitch up, and she shifts her weight to one leg, stopping short of crossing her arms. “Is that what you wanted to bring me all this way for?”

Amusement dances in his eyes, but there is more than just that – something Scarlet can’t place. “No,” he answers softly with a matching smile. His hands move to the top button of his vest, and he begins to undo them slowly. He walks towards her with purpose, “But it is what I want right now.” He says, waiting until he is shoulder to shoulder to her before he does. He continues on, leaving her in his wake. She turns to watch where he goes and finds that he simply slips into the high back chair facing the fireplace. “And after that, I’ll want your opinion on something,” he says, though she can’t see him from where she’s standing.

She takes in a breath, and now that his gaze isn’t on her, she lets herself feel flustered, biting the inside of her lip. “What do you drink?” She asks finally, clicking across the marble, then hardwood, to make her way to the bar. She unbuttons her coat as she does, the room too warm for the heavy garment.

“The correct phasing for that question,” he chides from his seat as she makes it to the bar and surveys the variety of decanters. “Is ‘what would you like,” he pauses. “Sir?'”

Scarlet feels her breath catch in her throat and a flash of heat rip through her. She snaps her gaze a little too quickly to Roman, who she finds has unbuttoned not just his vest, but the shirt underneath. What is revealed is the grooved muscles of his chest and abdomen. She stares for an extra beat before she can voice the thought that, thankfully, came to her before seeing his bare chest. “So we’re roleplaying then?”

He arches an eyebrow at her, expectant.

“Sir?” She adds, rolling the word over her tongue, trying it out. She feels her lips turn up in a smirk and he mirrors it. He gives an incline of his head, but nothing else. When she considers the idea, she thinks she can work with a role play. Pretending to be someone else was one of the thrills of paying poker – and considering the situation she had gotten herself into this time – pretending to be anybody else is what might get her through the night with some remaining dignity. She remembers her task, and rephrases, “What would you like, sir?”

“Scotch,” he answers, letting his attention linger only a moment longer before looking to the fire. To Scarlet, it seems like a casual dismissal. The heat bursa escort she felt before rises to her chest in an irrational swell of outrage. “No ice,” he continues. She looks back to the bar, unsure of why his inattention bothers her so much. It could be that her center still throbbed from his cock being shoved inside of her, and she hadn’t expected him to recover so quickly. No, it was just her who could barely think straight. When she realizes she has no idea which decanter the scotch is in – they’re the same amber color – her anger is quelled and replaced with uncertainty. “Second to last on the right,” He speaks again and she is certain it is not the first time it seems as if he can read her thoughts.

She dismisses the notion. It’s impossible. And, she realizes with yet more mixed emotions, this is probably not his first time showing a woman his home. She finds a glass and fills it a quarter full from the decanter – second to last on the right. She realizes she is expected to serve him – he certainly doesn’t seem ready to meet her at the bar. Resisting the urge to lick her lips and ruin the freshly applied lipstick, she leaves her purse on the bar and takes measured steps to join him by the fire.

His gaze returns to her as her steps slow, and then stop. She stands between he and the fire, flames heating her backside and the glow of light outlines her legs, making the negative space between them transparent. She holds the glass out to him from the bottom, leaning forward as she does, letting her breasts fall forward and her necklace sway towards him. His gaze slips down to her breasts appreciatively, and doesn’t immediately reach to take the drink from her. “Thank you,” he says, removing the glass from her hand and leaning back in his chair. She stands straight again, but doesn’t move from her place in front of the heat.

He swirls the liquid in the glass as he lets his eyes roam the curves of her body. Inwardly, he plans the evening, taking each movement she makes, every word she speaks into consideration. He brings the tip of the glass to his lips and lifts, taking in a shallow sip of the amber liquid. It’s missing something – and he intends to remedy that soon. She watches him, and he can tell how eager she is, perhaps thinking her service would be brief, and the sooner it started, the better. He smiles at this thought and lets his arm holding the drink relax in his lap. “I am going to present you with many choices this evening,” he tells her, his tone uncompromising. “One choice I strongly advise against, is to disobey me.”

She wears the look of shock openly. Most women are not used to being spoken to as such these days, he reflects, but it is rarely a problem for long.

“We agreed to terms,” he goes on. “But allow me to clarify so we don’t have any misunderstandings tonight.” He holds her gaze, and when she doesn’t try to interrupt, he thinks the night is perfectly on track. “By agreeing to be mine, you have agreed to obey my commands, and submit to what pleases me. I am a man of my word, so when morning comes, you are welcome to be on your way. Until then…” he trails off, his hand tightening around the scotch glass and his lips turning up into a satisfied smile in way of finishing his thought. “Now,” he forces himself back to focus. “I would certainly hope your bond to your word is enough to honor this wager, but if that fails, I have other methods.”

He watches as her legs work to keep their strength. He’s seen plenty of women crumble at this point, and always enjoys the surprise of which one it will be. She wants to voice an inquiry as to what kind of methods he’s referring to, but smartly stays silent. Her eyes are a touch more glossy than before, and he admires her resolve. Sometimes that means they intend to run at the first chance they’re afforded – a fun game in its own right. But she has failed to glance towards the door they came through, and her thoughts are battling as they have been all night. He looks forward to finding out what her breaking point is.

“Am I clear?” He asks after giving ample time for her to have a reaction, one way or the other. She nods, and his expression darkens, “I want to hear the words.”

“Yes sir,” she answers quickly.

“Good girl,” he expression softens and he takes another sip of the scotch before discarding it on the table beside his chair. “Follow me,” he directs as he stands and walks without waiting to see if she follows.

She shivers when his back is turned to her, and lets herself linger for a second only before following in his wake. She stares at the loose vest as it hangs from shoulders, barely swaying as his movements are smooth and quiet. She realizes that she is trapped – having voluntarily crawled into the cage and having a look around before it snapped closed. She is not so dim that she doesn’t understand what’s happened. She would be a fool to insist she isn’t scared. But the fear is also exciting – and combined with a healthy survival instinct, malatya escort it is enough to keep her composure. She hopes, until morning.

She breaks from looking at his broad shoulders and glances around at the hallway he leads them into. Fine art decorates the walls, and they pass one door before he opens another and leads them into a bedroom. He turns to watch her reaction and she is glad she can meet his gaze instead of fixating on the massive bed in the room. He moves to stand beside a long dresser and gestures at the floor where he expects her to stand. She complies and he rewards her with a delicate touch on her chin. She likes the feeling of his touch on her skin – and she realizes that she is beginning to crave it.

“Regarding the need for your opinion,” he shifts to open the top drawer and it slides open easily, revealing a line of collars. Some are thick and ornate. Others are cold metal – one a choker, another a rigid ring. Brown and black leather is accented with silver loops on some. “Choose,” he tells her – and it is clear this is one of the aforementioned choices he has promised her.

If Scarlet felt like the walls had closed on her before, this was that same room shrinking around her. She looks from his waiting expression to the line of collars and knows her choice does not include declining the task. None of the collars look particularly comfortable – that might be antithetical to their purpose. She is tempted to choose the choker because it most resembles jewelry but knows it would be a mistake. Instead, her hand reaches out and touches a thick leather collar. It’s brown, and looks broken in.

“Very good,” He nearly purrs and puts his hand over hers, stopping her from picking it up. His free hand moves to take her chin in his grip, speaking low. “I am going to return to my drink. When you rejoin me, that collar should be the only thing you are wearing. Be sure it is not too loose.” His hand tightens around her chin and he strokes her cheek with his thumb before releasing. “Don’t be long,” he says and is on his way out.

Scarlet braces herself on the top of the dresser, leaning down and pressing her forehead to the hard surface. She curses mentally, but reaches down to rip off one shoe, and then the other. There’s a chair next to the dresser, and she places them under it. A moment later, her coat and dress are draped over the back, and her necklace is placed carefully on the seat. She had neglected to wear a bra – something Roman already very well knew – and he still had her underwear. When it got down to it, she hadn’t had a lot to remove in the first place.

She moves back to the open drawer and stares down at the brown leather collar with some amount of resentment. She doesn’t know if he realizes how much harder it will be for her to collar herself than if he had done it, but she suspects that is part of his fun. It makes it difficult for her to imagine what comes next with the burden of the leather around her neck. It is probably better that way – otherwise she might learn what the others who have tried run have.

Scarlet unbuckles the collar, finding it is heavier than she thought it would be. She wraps it around her own neck, her naked breasts rising as she lifts up her arms to do so. She recalls his words and finds the notch that will keep the leather snug against her skin. She is not surprised to find the difference between this notch and the next is significant. She flexes her neck muscles and feels her throat compress. Shit she thinks, and looks towards the doorway with more than a little trepidation.

Roman has to adjust himself where he sits to get comfortable. His erection is begging for release, but he stays himself. He tries to relax into the chair, drinking in the anticipation he’s engineered. There is, he reflects, nothing like a freshly minted pet to play with for a night.

He hears her bare feet on the hardwood and keeps his gaze straight, drawing out the reveal of what he knows will be worth the wait. When he can no longer bare it, he turns his head to see her approach. The collar is tight against her skin, and her breasts are perky with upturned and hard nipples. She moves to stand between he and the fire – close enough to reach out and touch – her gaze now anywhere but at him.

He nods his approval, bringing the scotch glass to his lips and parting them so the rest can slide into his mouth and down his throat. He leans forward, taking her hand, turning it up and placing the glass in her palm to hold. He pushes it away and to the side, so she is open to his gaze, and more importantly, hands. She complies without question or protest as he allows himself to reach up and trace the outside of her naked breast with his hand. He covers it, enjoying the feeling of her nipple in his palm. He takes a moment to roll the hard skin between his fingers, enjoying the jerk of motion of her body as it fights to stand in place. “Very nice,” he purrs, covering her breast again and massages, letting his other hand explore the curve of her hip, down her outer thigh, and then up her inner thigh. He stops short of parting her lower lips, and she shivers when his hand moves away. Her skin is flawless and tight, and he finds himself staring for an extra long beat. His touch and commentary on his findings makes her blush, and she turns her head to look at the floor.

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