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Synopsis

What starts as a magazine interview ends in a life changing experience. When Irene is discomfited by questions, her replies are not always the ones most desired.

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For readers with a little less time than is needed to read a novel here is a try of mine at a short story. It sort of fits with the rest of the world that I have written about in ‘Denise’ and ‘Diane’. Hope that you like it. I am definitely encouraged by e-mails and comments so let me know what you think, for better or for worse.

Irene

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Agent

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Saturday Afternoon Interview In Manhattan.

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Sitting in the window of Southgate near Central Park looking over the greenery and rocks of the city sanctuary. Irene seemed relaxed, sipping her coffee and perusing the excellent menu whilst talking about the most outrageous behaviour. She was primly dressed in black and fur but showing a plunging neckline and fiercely high red heels. She had agreed to meet me when I contacted her about her latest undertaking, the purchase of land in upstate New York and up towards the Hamptons on the isle. I really wished to inquire about her business rather than her investments but that might have been dangerous. For me.

“You have invested in land that is not zoned for building?”

“Yes, there are a few houses and farm buildings there but nothing significant.”

“Why in such isolated locations?”

“For me the isolation is an asset not a disadvantage.” She said, sipping her coffee with pursed lips.

“But you have bought for 100 Million, so investment must be uppermost in your mind?”

Placing down the cup delicately she traced the rim with her forefinger. For a moment she seemed to be deeply considering her answer.

“Investment for me is not losing value. That is I pursue my own goals and interests for my own reasons. It so happens that I have a small stake in a business venture up in the north of Long Island and I wanted to buy adjacent land to add value and privacy. As for the upstate land, well, that is a long shot, we shall see if I have judged the market right.”

I considered my options carefully. Here I was, the bogus reporter for an American Investment magazine, and there she was a woman involved in some sort of shady dealing over the last ten years. Why bogus? Because I am a private detective… Normally involved in divorce and other sticky personal cases that require tracing, patience and impersonation as well as a talent for recording and filming. A woman who was trying to trace the disappearance of a friend of hers had hired me. God knows, normally these cases are sorted in a few hours of searches on the web and some shoe leather being left on the sidewalk. A quick few hundred bucks and a days work. This one was not working out. Already I was out of pocket on expenses with nothing to show the client. The only lead was Miss Irene Clearmont, a sexagenarian woman who was connected to all the right people and came out of nowhere just ten years ago. Difficult to get to talk to, impossible to trace, money in spades and privacy hadımköy escort of impenetrable proportions.

“So tell my readers about your investments in Long Island!”

“I have part of a special farm in the north of the island. We do selective breeding, training and some very specific education. The work is somewhat secretive because we are making great strides and have to protect our methods.”

“This sounds interesting, can you give me any more clues about this fascinating business.” I felt myself leaning forward a little as if in conspiratorial mode.

Irene, on the other hand, just smiled and finished her coffee. I felt one of her shoes touch the inside of my thigh, a somewhat unexpected move from this attractive but older woman. The flat of her stiletto rested between my legs and gently rubbed against my erection. With a smile that would have been coy in any other woman she opened her small clutch bag and took a lipstick. With a delicate touch she renewed her lips in plum red before she consented to continue.

“If you wish you can join me there, but it may be a little discomforting for you. Today, before I agreed to this interview, I called your magazine only to be informed that you are not on their books as a reporter. I fact it turns out that you are a private investigator and are poking about in areas of my life that I consider to be inviolate and untouchable.” For a moment she smacked her lips to smooth the lipstick. “This is not acceptable. I am prepared to help you if you can offer a proposition that interests me!”

“I am sorry to deceive you but I need to move forward on a disappearance case that I am working on I did not mean …”

“To deceive me!” Irene finished my sentence and wriggled her foot in my crotch. “I can see three possible courses of action, each of which has advantages and disadvantages for me, the variable being your reaction.”

By now I was feeling pretty taken by her, a raging hard on and a mystery.

“So what choices do you see?”

Miss Clearmont leaned forward and I leaned also as she spoke in a whisper.

“Well we could go to my limousine and get fucked as we head to see my investments in Long Island. I like fucking and being fucked and you do offer some possibilities in that direction. Second you can walk out of here and tell your client that the pursuit of this matter, whatever it is, is beyond your capabilities. The third possibility is for you to be completely open with me and tell me what you are investigating and who your client is.”

She leant forward a little more and I felt her unzip my pants under the table. I could scarcely resist her as her hand freed my erection to stand proud against the sole and heel of her shoe. A slight motion of her foot pulled my prick to attention and pressed it against the metal tip of the stiletto. Both her hand were again in sight but a slow rhythm had started and already I could feel myself moving towards orgasm.

“So what is it to be my little P.I.?” she said with a grin. “Sex or honour? Because both are not available, just a choice of one.”

Her heel dug under haramidere escort my balls and pressed on the delicate join between ass and testicles. The sole firmly pushed and stretched me to orgasm, a surge that erupted in the privacy under the table but was clear to both of us.

“Let us go to see your investments.”

“I hoped that you would see it my way.”

A Long Trip

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I left the restaurant with Irene on my arm. She called her chauffeur on the mobile and the Mercedes pulled up at the kerb with a whisper. I opened the door for her and she slid into the leather cell with a practised action. Joining her I closed the door and turned to face.

The car pulled away from the curb with a susurration barely discernible from the inside. Irene opened her bag and pulled an envelope from it. For a moment she fumbled at the closure and then passed the photos to me.

A large house and stables, a Ferrari parked outside. These were the backgrounds of the two photos. The foreground of the one on top was a naked woman in chains and a hood with the purple marks of a savage beating on her breasts and thighs. The second was a woman of generous proportions wearing a long fur coat and holding a riding whip. A glimpse of flesh showed in the fur, a plump of sex and a rosette of nipple.

“You run a brothel?” The question slipped out involuntarily, but it was what I had been thinking of.

Irene laughed and reached to fondle me for a moment. “No not a brothel, something much more interesting!”

I must have looked a little blank as she felt that she had to elaborate. “Sex, power and satisfaction. We offer sex but not just for a straight payment for service. We train the willing and unwilling and then offer the benefits of that indoctrination to a world wide selection of exclusive clients to experience in the privacy of their own surroundings.”

I did not stop her hands from slowly undoing my belt and pants. My mind wandered into realms of tension and pleasure. This woman, this sixty year old medusa was forcing people into slavery, sexual slavery and now she was fucking me. A single one of her fingernails stroked me from balls to the damp tip of my straining erection.

“Do you want me to show you how it works? How we train and force compliance? How the victims are defiled and degraded for the subtle but painful wishes of out degenerate clients? How the torture and suffering of those we force bring pleasure as the slave is violated and punished for uncommitted crimes? Does this excite you? This power to extinguish and maim, rape and ruin?”

“Yes.” I whispered as the pleasure took control and Miss Clearmont took charge.

I did not feel the restraints go on my wrists and ankles, all I could feel was the hands that made my prick strain to come a second time. The soft fleeting brushes of fur on the very tip and the firm grip on my balls. By the time that she had almost brought me to come I was naked and helpless and struggling, not against the restraints, but against the gratification of orgasm being over too soon. God, it had to last forever atakent escort this feeling of falling, the tales of slavery and servitude. The pleasure stopped before I came, the hands revoked their gift and the body of my evil partner withdrew from contact. For a moment I was just dazed, a quivering mass of flesh, lying on soft leather and my long discarded clothes. Then awareness came. Awareness of the cuffs that encircled my ankles and the soft pocketed gloves enclosing my hands. Both with delicate chains leading to eyelets in the upholstery. I sat up and lifted my immobilised hands.

“You are far too self centred to be a partner of mine!” she said. “I need service and attention and now I shall show you what I mean.”

Still a little dazed from nearly coming I said, ” You do not need to tie me down to make love to me!” but reason and argument was not a realistic strategy.

Her hand moved to the centre console of the car and pressed a knob. A small sound and I felt my legs and arms being pulled. The chains were being wound into the car and I was being stretched across the back seat in the process. Irene moved to a facing seat and watched as I was pulled and stretched, immobilised and exposed for her complete attention. She reached into a cabinet and pulled out a mask. With me struggling and begging she pulled it over my eyes and mouth. A leather hood covering my head and laced tight to unmoving grip. For a moment I struggled for air before she unplugged the brass screw mouth opening. I felt her strong hands hold my head as she screwed something else over my mouth and into the mask. Then a wrench and a tube penetrated my open mouth and forced its way over my tongue.

“Don’t try to talk my bitch, that is the first lesson. The second is to relax and put yourself into my hands. You are about to please me and pleasure me. If you do well you may well be glad you did. On the other hand I am very demanding. I need to feel real volume inside me, I need to be fucked and penetrated and you are the ideal tool.”

As she spoke I could feel her mounting me. At first I thought that she was going to fuck my straining cock but then she shuffled up my prone body and settled herself on the dildo that was my mouth’s air supply.

Every stroke was a breath to me as her sex opened and closed the air holes running along the length of the fearsome latex device. Grasping the handle on the top of my mask she used me to satisfy herself and then again her ass. I was nothing more than a fuck doll, a tool for her pleasure and a thing for her grasping cunt to control. It decided if I could draw the very breath of life. As I gasped for air, she came with a wrench at my balls and scored my chest to bloody ribbons with her sharpened claws, a tiger coming as the staked goat shudders in terminal pain. She orgasmed not just from friction but from the frisson of my forced service.

And that is the end of the story, at least as far as I am concerned. I have passed though Miss Clearmont’s business and found out that intruding on her privacy is a monumental mistake. I did solve my case but have had and will have no opportunity to pass on the fact that the missing person was trained and sold to a south American brothel. I am now on the block. Most male slaves, and there is not much demand for them, pass to the gay SM scene and do not usually last long because the scene is so cruel and because what comes so cheap is not valued. It appears that I am to be discounted to almost nothing. Use once and then throw away.

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Jon strode over to where she was tied up, exposed for all to see. He walked like he owned everything and everyone around him, yet when he was just inches from her face his expression was filled with curiosity and what seemed to be awe. The feeling was immediately mutual. What Sammi was feeling was pure electricity, her world was instantly spinning. All the fear and embarrassment slipped away the moment Jon stepped into her orbit.

Sammi liked to play on the dark side, especially when she visited her close friends in Washington, DC. Francis and Rose were a married couple that had completely changed Sammi’s life years back. After being long distance work friends with Rose, Sammi decided to pay a visit to meet Rose and what she got in return was a life altering experience. Rose and her husband Francis gave Sammi a new lease on life and welcomed Sammi into their open relationship. Over the years, they all just grew closer.

Tonight, Francis and Rose had brought Sammi to a club in the heart of DC’s underground nightlife so she could take part in her first public scene. So here she was, naked, bound in numerous ways, and chained spread-eagle between two posts in a corner of the club. Both men and women would come and observe, some would touch, and then there were the few that Francis permitted to go further with her. He was in control and that’s precisely how she liked it. One guy had paddled her so hard she was sure there would be marks on her ass and thighs for at least a week. She felt so much pleasure and was so proud of herself for going through with the scene, but through it all there was still a kadıköy escort bayan great trepidation and slight embarrassment. Her body wasn’t perfect by any means. She was pretty but could definitely stand to lose 20 pounds or so. But overall, the feeling was empowering and with each participant she grew just a slight bit more comfortable.

Then there was Jon. The moment he made his presence known, she wanted him to have her, to do as he pleased, and she was completely unashamed. She wanted to belong to him in a way that she could feel stirring in her soul. For the longest moment, he stood so close that she could nearly touch him despite her bonds and they just regarded each other with the same shock and wonder. It was the next realization that hit her like a tidal wave. She knew him.

Jon had been on a couple of moderately popular TV shows- a brooding, handsome bad-boy that had long ago captured the world’s attention with his wild ways. Now seemingly settled and focused on a less prominent acting career, she wondered what the hell he was doing in DC. Wasn’t he from the UK or somewhere like that? Her mind was racing and it was like he could read her thoughts because, with a sharp and sudden snap of his fingers just a breath away from her face, her focus was immediately back on him entirely. He smiled a little, something more like a knowing smirk. She could tell that he knew exactly what power he already had over her.

Turning to Francis, Jon said, “May I?” It was almost more of a demand than a question. Francis nodded with a curious kartal escort bayan smile and Jon fixed his gaze on Sammi once again. Very slowly he ran his fingers along the ropes that bound her middle. Each time he would touch her skin it was so light and sent a jolt through her like nothing she’d ever felt. She thought he might be feeling it too when she noticed that his breathing had quickly become quite rapid. His gaze never left her eyes. Jon traced what felt like every line on every inch of rope wound around her body. Finally, he turned and eyed the tools and toys laid out neatly next to one of the posts. Before Jon even settled on the riding crop, Sammi was so turned on that her inner thighs were already slick from her arousal. With zero hesitation Jon swatted her right between the legs. Gentle, but enough to make her body jerk. Then, just as she was about to take a breath, he flipped the riding crop in his hand and swiftly slid the handle deep in her cunt. Sammi cried out loudly, more from shock and pleasure than anything else. Jon grasped her chin roughly and their eyes met again. He laughed as she squirmed. He worked the handle in and out slowly for a few moments, teasing her, knowing how desperate she was for more. Even though he knew exactly what he was doing, what happened next caught both Jon and Sammi off-guard. Jon held Sammi’s face firmly so her eyes could only be fixed on him and then, in a single fluid motion, he reached down pressing his thumb painfully hard against her swollen clit and shoved the riding crop forcefully upward maltepe escort bayan once more. With that one stroke, Sammi exploded around the riding crop as he buried it deep inside her. Jon held her in position without ever taking his eyes off her, watching her writhe and scream in ecstasy. This was very possibly the most powerful orgasm he’d ever seen a woman have. His cock throbbed, rock-hard against his pants knowing that he did this to her. He had brought such intense pleasure to this beautiful woman whom he’d never met before.

Sammi couldn’t even recognize her own voice or the sounds escaping her mouth. She was like a wild animal as she came, it was unlike any climax she’d had in her life. As she rode the wave back down to reality, she met Jon’s stare and opened her mouth to speak. She didn’t know what she wanted to say but she did want to say so much, there was so much trying to get out, yet not a sound made it past her lips. Upon seeing this, Jon’s expression became so intense and he whispered, “I know, I know baby,” as he pressed his lips to hers hungrily.

It wasn’t very often that kissing and this kind of interaction between two strangers became part of a scene. But Sammi had to admit to herself how natural it felt. Her mind trailed off to pleasant thoughts but Jon’s voice brought her back to the present, “I need to leave darling, but I will get everything I need from your owner and I MUST see you again. Yes?” He laughed as she nodded and that’s when she realized she had the dumbest grin on her face. She also realized that she hadn’t picked up on the brogue in voice earlier. Of course he had barely spoken. But damn was it sexy. It’s probably a good thing he didn’t speak much until now, otherwise he might have made her cum before he even touched her. Sammi giggled at this private thought. She was vaguely aware of Jon exchanging information and pleasantries with Francis and Rose…her mind was just floating at this point…she was in an ethereal place for now.

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kitty happily curled into her Master’s arms and T/they talked a while longer about the piercing and the research that kitty had been doing on the subject. It wasn’t a huge surprise to Master that kitty had been doing this but rather a pleasant one. It showed that kitty really did understand why He wanted her to have it. she wanted their bond to be that much more so through this changing of a limit from hard to soft.

This was a big step for kitty because in the past she had not budged on that limit for any Dominant. It had been something she didn’t feel was needed really to show that she was Theirs. It was something that she didn’t want to have to hide from O/others who might not understand if they accidently saw it. This relationship, however, was a bit different from the Others.

kitty was Master’s full-time live-in slave. This was the first time that she had ever served any Dominant in this capacity. she was happy and proud to have found her slave heart with Him and that He was nurturing it as T/they went along. True there was some adjusting still going on in the relationship but this was something truly wonderful.

Master and kitty had met on a chat program four years ago. It was an almost instant attraction for T/them B/both but neither O/one of T/them acted upon it because at the time kitty was with another Dominant online but not collared at the time. When that relationship ended though, Master was there to help her heal from that journey. He was, also, the One who had encouraged her kitten side from the very beginning.

T/their relationship were not without its bumps in the road and there had been a time where neither of T/them was on speaking terms. kitty could be stubborn at times and didn’t always communicate things effectively in the early years of T/their relationship. she soon learned though how to get His attention when she needed it without resorting to brat behaviorisms.

Master held kitty in His arms as they talked in depth about the piercing and about when to possibly have it done and where. It was decided that a week from that day, T/they would go to place not that far from where T/they lived. The place had a good reputation and many their workers were D/s friendly. Both of T/them had scoped out the place before to get a feel for it unbeknownst to the O/other.

Master got up a moment and walked over to His dresser. He opened the top drawer and took out a small box. He opened it and inside was a piercing just like the one she had talked about — a captive bead ring. The bead itself was a sapphire blue. It would look very pretty next to her pink flesh.

kitty gave her Master a huge hug and smiled at Him. This was a big step for T/them and one that she knew would not be forgotten for a long while. she, also, knew that this meant a huge level of commitment on her part. she was letting go of her limit about piercings for Him.

kitty had been doing research on the topic every since it had been brought up when she was just Master’s bursa escort online submissive well over a year ago. It was something at the time she said she might consider if and when she became His slave. T/they both knew it was just a matter of time before that would happen. It was just really a matter of kitty coming to terms with her slave heart.

It was something she had done a lot of research on as well. There were a lot of firsts happening in this relationship. For Master was the first Dominant she had ever truly loved with all that she was. Sure she had cared for the Other Dominants that she had served but there was always something holding her back from completely loving Them. Through her years of therapy for agoraphobia, she was able to uncover why she had a fear of commitment.

It came down to the fact that kitty was afraid of being abandoned and made to feel that she was unloved. kitty had been adopted before the age of three and had issues in her adulthood from that event. It does happen when it occurs in the cognitive years of development. That was what happened with kitty and she was afraid that any one who said they that they loved her would eventually leave her as well.

It took kitty a long time to trust that Master would not do that. she had run many times from what she was feeling in T/their early years of being together. It wasn’t until after she had gotten sick with gall stones that she had finally stopped running. It made her really take a look at what was important in her life because all she knew was just how sick she was feeling. she reached out to Him after a time of not talking and the friendship soon blossomed once again into a full fledged relationship.

It was from that blooming relationship, that kitty was finally able to let go of a lot of things in her life. she still had issues that she was dealing with, but at least she had Someone who truly cared about her in her corner. For all this she was willing and able to negotiate on this limit of hers. she knew that other wise there would be no way. Sure she had been asked before in Other relationships but the answer has always been “No that was a hard limit and one that was not negotiable.”

kitty admired the piece of jewelry that could very well be dangling from her body in a week’s time and simply smiled. she looked at her Master and gave Him a huge hug and a kiss. she thanked Him for His patience with her and for giving her the freedom to decide if she could truly change her mind on that limit or not on her own without pressure. she felt empowered by this and was truly happy as well.

“Now kitty this does mean a great deal to me. I know that this was not something you came to decide without a great deal of thought and without a great deal of questioning. I can remember the times that W/we would talk about this and you would say give me some more time or that you were not ready yet to make up your mind. I am proud of çanakkale escort you for finally making up your mind on your own terms and for having done all that you have in getting to this point.”

“You are welcome Master. i know this isn’t an easy decision or one that i have entered into lightly. i am truly willing to change my mind and allow this one piercing. i do know that the next step will be to see if i am even a candidate for such a piercing, and if i am not then W/we will have to discuss what i can get instead. It will be a piercing though. That much i am certain about.”

“I do understand this kitty. W/we both know my preference and hopefully they will agree with what I would like depending on the best interest for you and not just because W/we are paying them money to do this. Based upon what I have seen and what I have discussed with them that do not seem to be the case.”

“kitty did not get that feeling either Master. she had, also, talked to them quite a bit about what she was thinking of having done. They seemed very knowledgeable and friendly. They answered all of my questions and explained how they do things. kitty feels really comfortable with this place.”

“Then it is for sure then kitty? W/we are really going to have your clit pierced?”

“Yes, Master. This is for sure. If kitty is a candidate for it then it will be done for certain. she is certain of this.”

kitty purred at her Master. she was truly happy about this decision. This was going to be something truly special for T/them because it was the first hard limit that had been negotiated about. Normally hard limits are not touched but this one kitty was ready to make exception to. It wasn’t just to please her Master either.

This was something that kitty wanted as well. she wanted something that no one else but T /they would really know was there. It was something that would not be taken off unlike her collar at shower times. It would not be taken off like her leash to sleep at night and at other time when it was not really needed.

This was a symbol of T/their love and commitment to O/one A/another. It was time to celebrate. Master pulled kitty into the bathroom and took off the wrist and ankle cuffs. He turned on the water and pushed her into the spray of water once He was certain it was the right temperature. He got the towels together and a wash cloth as well.

He kissed the nape of her neck and slowly undid the clasp of her collar, and set it down on the counter. kitty did always dislike that part of having to get cleaned up. It meant being separated from the symbolic token of T/their relationship. It was something she had not taken off since the beginning of this recent journey with Master.

kitty started to reach for the wash cloth but Master stopped her. He shook His head No and started washing her body. He slowly and carefully washed every part of her body and made certain that everything rize escort was squeaky clean. He was pampering His slave with attention today and she had most certainly earned it.

After kitty was washed she asked her Master if she could in turn wash Him. Her question was met with a No and an instruction to go dry off and put some clothes on to go out and eat in. kitty asked her Master for some sort of indication of type of clothing and it was met with causal clothes and comfortable. He would not say any thing else.

Master was been planning on Chinese food today. Originally had thought to order it in but thought she might benefit from going out. He quickly showered, dried off, and put some clothes on Himself. He smiled at her as she brushed through her hair and put a necklace about her neck.

kitty knew better than to try and ask further questions and was ready to go. Master checked to see what the pets were up to. He told kitty to tidy up a bit around the apartment while He took Belle for a quick walk. kitty put away the toys and made the bed in the bedroom.

kitty made sure that there was food and water in the pet bowls for both Belle and Beast. Beast was in on of his usual spots on the couch. He purred at kitty when she scratched his ears and under his chin. This was something that He adored and kitty enjoyed hearing him purr. It told her that he was content and happy.

kitty had her shoes on and was all ready by the time Master arrived back at the apartment. He put away the dog’s leash and smiled at His beautiful slave. she would not be wearing her collar or leash as T/they were going out in a vanilla environment. T/they did not like to make those outside T/their relationship uncomfortable.

T/they had chosen the necklace when kitty had first moved in with Master. kitty wanted something outwardly that represented T/them when wearing the collar might make someone else uncomfortable or raise too many questions. It was a delicate silver chain with a triskle pendant on the end. It was something that still reminded her of her place.

Master drove them to the local Chinese restaurant and sat in the booth beside her. He rarely sat opposite her at a table when T/they were out. He did that for a few reasons. One of T/them being that He liked having her close and it made her feel a bit more secure when T/they were out.

He ordered for T/them as He usually did. He knew what she liked to eat when it came to Chinese food. kitty loved chicken lo mein and would probably live on it if Master would allow it. Master on the other hand ordered a burger as He really did not care for the taste of Chinese food.

Master and kitty happily ate T/their dinner and casually talked a while about mundane things. It was a rare treat to be in public. It was not something kitty was comfortable doing very often. she was still skittish about most P/people in general. she was still working on that though with the help of a therapist.

After dinner, Master drove them home and without having to say any thing kitty went to go get her collar. It was slipped on as soon as the necklace was slipped off. kitty didn’t like being without her collar for very long. There were some places that she wore it out but restaurants were not one of them. It was just something T/they had learned wasn’t always a good idea.

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It would be the first time Sir would come to her house. Up till now it had been a little foreplay in the car and a few wonderful, memorable sessions in the dungeon. This would be different, meeting in her space, her home, her bedroom. His presence would fill her little home, and she was nervously ecstatic about the idea.

As they say ‘when it rains, it pours.’ Life had brought them together only a month before just as she was moving into her new home. Her first house. She started this huge adult journey of home ownership at the same time embarking on being “owned.” Owned by Him. He was everything she has ever hoped for in a dominant. Older, wiser with decades of experience on her few; Tall, dark with just a little salt and pepper to make him rugged; Handsome and strong, with a broad chest and big hands.

She loved his hands.

She smiled to herself as she remembered their first meeting. She was shaking, her palms sweaty as she waited. Palms down on the table, eyes cast down, desperate to win approval to see if this could go farther. She felt him before she saw him. His presence filing her senses as he stood just out of sight, he watched her. Watched to see if she would crack and look up.

She didn’t.

His hand extended, she reached, trembling, and pressed her lips to his knuckles. Inhaling the scent of his warm skin, smiling to herself before she lifted her head to meet him eye to eye.

She almost laughed remembering it now. How she had such little idea at the time how her life would change. How he would creep into everything. How deep in her heart she was always kneeling in front of him. He had showed her so much in that dungeon. Showed her pleasure she had only dreamt of. Fucking her to the brink of passing out, reviving her and repeating. He was a god. He was her God. She worshiped him already, and knew that would only deepen with time.

She had woken early that morning to prepare herself and her house as best she could. She followed all the instructions he had given her to the letter, and had added a few touches herself. She wanted it to be memorable for him. She wanted him to want her.

She was shaved from top to bottom. Her soft skin moisturized, clean and fresh with just a hint of her French perfume. She had a warm glow of the early morning sunlight flickering through the window as she tried to calm her breathing. Counting the minutes, the seconds till He arrived.

“Da-ding”

He smiled as he walked through her front door hearing the chime. Knowing she would be upstairs waiting for him, and now she knew he was here. He took his time, enjoying the anticipation and making her wait. Removing his shoes he looked into her kitchen and living room before heading upstairs. Soft music played throughout the house and helped to mask his footfalls on the carpeted stairs.

He paused in her bedroom door. A dark flicker passing through his expression as he saw her. Pale, blonde hair brushed soft and falling in front of her face. Her cheeks blushing softly as she felt his eyes on her, assessing every detail. He never missed anything.

She knelt with her palms on her thighs, eyes cast down at the foot of her bed. In front of her on a soft blue towel she had laid toys. In order of size from crop, to flogger, to various sizes kurtköy escort bayan of dildos and vibrators, all the way down to nipple clamps, and of course her bell. This was not part of the preparation instructions he had given her. He didn’t mind the addition however, as he was struck with a desire to hear the sound the crop would make swishing through the air to meet her ass. Turning it his favourite shade of pink. The bruises left by his belt from their last encounter had almost completely faded away. Time for more he thought.

She could just see his legs through the tops of her eyelashes. She focused on her breathing, trying to keep it slow and steady so as to appear calm. It was pretense certainly, but it helped to keep her racing heartbeat in check. The soft satin of her little nightgown was cool under her fingertips as she tried not to squirm. Her cunt clenching uncontrollably with his appearance. She was wet before he arrived, but even the sight of his feet caused her to gush a little more.

He walked over and put his hand on the top of her head. Gently stroking her hair as she leaned into his touch. Slowly, savouring him, she looked up at him. Her wide green eyes meeting his dark assessing ones. He smiled at her, and her insides melted. He was pleased. Without a word she reached to unbutton his pants. Her slight pause causing the subtlest of nods before she continued. Her hands always shook at the beginning. She wondered internally if that would ever stop, “probably not” she mused. Removing his pants she folded them and placed them behind her. His briefs followed, allowing his beautiful perfect thick cock to spring forward. Opening her mouth she engulfed him. Tasting the delicious salty precum that he was leaking. Her eyes closed and she moaned aloud.

He needed more. Instantly. He needed to be fully inside her. Grabbing a fistful of hair he thrust his hips forward pressing his cock into her. He met resistance from her throat only briefly before he was completely buried in her hot mouth. She didn’t struggle. Her dreamy expression told him everything he needed to know. She was in her place. Worshiping at his feet. She was his to use however he desired, and boy did he plan on using her. All those beautiful holes would be stretched, filled and sore by the end of the day.

She intently tried her best to breathe around his thrusts. The wet sloppy “smack smack smack” filling the room as he fucked her throat. She was in heaven. She needed this. To be his. His. Her eyes watered as she gagged. He slowed briefly to allow her to recover before resuming his relentless assault on her throat. It stopped as suddenly as it had started, leaving her lost and confused. She wanted more, she wanted all of him… She wanted him to love her. The realization came crashing over her.

“Stand.” He said. Sternly, but not unkindly as he took two steps back.

He watched her chest heave twice as she caught her breath before slowly, and a little wobbly, standing up for him.

“Inspection,” he growled quietly.

She wiggled her feet apart, so aware of the rough texture of the carpet under her toes. Standing as straight as she could, she lifted her hands to clasp each other behind her head. Thrusting beykoz escort bayan her beautifully pierced nipples a little forward so they poked through the thin fabric, she could feel herself dripping onto her thighs, warm and sticky.

She willed her body to stay still as he circled behind her. His hand raising the hem of the nightgown to expose her ass. He grasped her neck with his right hand, using he left to deliver a short succession of hard slaps. Her body jumped a little, involuntarily, with each strike.

“Who do you belong to,” he asked.

“You Sir,” she moaned.

Leaning back into him her hands drifted down to grasp him. His thick long shaft so warm and soft in her hands. Standing on her tiptoes she manoeuvred him between her legs so he could feel her arousal. Both hands on her neck now, he gripped tightly as he thrust his hips forward. She felt desperate. Not for air, but to have him inside her. She trusted him to squeeze, but not too tightly. Her vision blurred a little at the edges and he supported her weight by her throat.

Spinning her around he hungrily started to devour her mouth. His tongue tasting her, how she ached for more. Rubbing his head along her hot clit she purred.

“Cum for me.”

She shuddered and quaked in his arms as he held her while the waves of her climax rolled through her body. Becoming limp in his arms he let her catch her breath for only a second. He knew that she knew what to say.

“Thank you Sir,” she whispered.

“Cum again for me.” He needed all of her pleasure, to consume her completely.

In such a short period of time she had come so far. She could now cum on command almost instantly in his presence. He had yet to try to use that power on her in public, oh how he would enjoy the first time. Watching her try to contain her pleasure as she came next to him in a restaurant or bar.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

He pulled the thin nightdress over her head exposing her pale skin. She glowed in front of him; a goddess of submissive glory waiting for his touch.

“I am such a lucky girl,” she said recovering her voice a little.

“Yes you are, girl. You are mine.”

‘Mine.’ She felt her stomach do a flip when she heard that word. Content and at peace in a way that only he could bring her. She lay down on the bed as he instructed her. Her legs together and in the air. She cried out as he entered her, filling and stretching her tight cunt. He pounded her hard and fast, it was all she could do to get enough oxygen to her brain as she moaned and screamed.

“Oh. My. God.”

“Yes girl. Who is your God?”

“You are Sir.”

She lost count of how many orgasms he gave her. He would stop plunging into her to wait for her ‘thank you’. It was part of her protocol. She sometimes took a second or two, but in all fairness in those moments she couldn’t form words of any kind.

He started training her by asking if she could breathe. If she could breathe she could thank him. He deeply enjoyed watching her lips silently form the words before any sounds would come out. Watching her lips form “tha…tha…tha..thank..thank you..sir.” He relished her in those moments. Getting even more üsküdar escort bayan hard watching her struggle. Her struggle to gain enough air to give him what he deserved. He pounded her relentlessly, hard and deep before pulling out and pushing back. He stepped a few feet away and his cock twitched with her cry of loss. Her shaky legs barely holding her in a crawl as she came before him. Soft fingers around his ankle as her lips kissed his feet. Her breath warm as she panted while she kissed first one foot, then the other.

Satisfied with her obvious devotion her ordered her back to the bed, enjoying her ass wiggling as she crawled away from him. Staying on her knees, she placed her head and arms flat to the bed. ‘What a view’ he grinned to himself. Her arousal glistening on her cunt, legs and ass. He roughly pushed her onto her side.

“Look at me.” He ordered.

“Look me in the eyes.”

She struggled to keep her eyes open as she felt the pressure of him against her ass. He had given her three truths the first time he took her ass.

1. I will do very little prep.

2. It will hurt.

3. You will be completely fine.

He was right of course. It did hurt, but only for a moment. She discovered that the pain was easier to bare when she had a mantra or phrase to repeat in her head. Her favourite was ‘I am His.’ Seconded closely by what she suspected was his favourite, ‘I am such a lucky girl.’

As he stretched her, she held her breathe. Watching his eyes glitter almost menacingly as he relished her obvious pain. It hurt, but she was safe. Moments later she was crying out again as she climaxed over and over at his request.

Her screams were music to his ears. Her tight ass gripping his cock so wonderfully, as if her perfect ass was made just for him. If he believed in a god, he may have thought it was devine intervention. He knew he got her because he deserved her. He had spent decades perfecting the art of dominance. It was his right to claim and train this girl more than twenty years his junior. He had dark and beautiful plans for her. As she screamed how she was lucky, he couldn’t help but also be reminded how lucky he was to be plunging into her hot tight ass while her husband was out of town.

So far her marriage had not impeeded their growing relationship. Despite what society may think, she did love her husband but he would never be able to match her darkness. Sir…her Sir could match every dark thought and desire she had ever had. He could make all her kinkiest fantasies come true. With him she hoped, deep inside, she could get it all; Bondage, pain, multiple partners, men and women, kink parties, even fisting although that made her incredibly scared. He had assured her that with time, and training, it would be possible. So far only four fingers had made it into her and she had been utterly convinced she would rip in half. Desperately clawing at him and crying for him to stop.

She knew in her heart of hearts that she would do anything, and everything, to make this man happy. To be able to continue her journey into a side of herself she had always known, but had repressed most of, for fear of judgment. One day she knew, she would love him and her life would suddenly have two men. Two partners. As she cried out “I am such a lucky girl,” she meant it on deeper and deeper levels.

She curled up and waited as he went to clean himself off in the en-suite. Watching him through half lidded eyes she smiled up at him. His girl. He held her shaking frame close. Her leg draping over his as she settled into his shoulder. Her fingers gently stroking his chest and stomach as they paused to rest.

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To really enjoy this story, I suggest that the reader first peruse Chapter 1.

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“That’s better, pussy. You are now totally in my power and I will do with you whatever I will. I am now going to turn you, and you will put up no resistance. If you do, I promise that you will regret it. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

Another slap, this time harder.

” ‘Yes, Mistress’ is what I want to hear.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I then opened Jason’s mouth, took a big drag on my cigar, and blew the smoke through his lips. He coughed again, and I slapped him once more.

“No coughing, pussy.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I was definitely getting the hang of this. And I was wet. Very wet.

After unbinding his feet, I removed the shackle from one of Jason’s hands and attached it to the opposite bedpost. Then I did the same for his other hand. He was now face down on the bed. I then re-restrained his feet.

“Jason, you have been a very naughty boy. Keeping secrets from your wife is a terrible thing. I am afraid that you need to be chastised. Removing my new whip from its box, I showed it to Jason. I could tell he was very scared, having never suspected that his ordinary little wife had a dark side.

“Are you still hard, pussy?”

I reached under him and, a bit to my surprise, he was as erect as I had ever seen him.

Then I lashed him as hard as I could. Over and over. I’m not sure how many times I whipped his ass, but when I was done, he was whimpering.

“Whenever you do anything to displease me, Jason, you will be chastised in this manner. You kept your secrets from me, and I hate that. It will never happen again. Now I know who you really are and I am getting to know who I really am. You are pathetic, but I think that I am starting to really like the new me. Very soon, you will be losing your anal virginity, which will seal our new relationship, so I will have to prepare you. I retrieved my cigar from the ashtray and took another huge puff, exhaling once again into Jason’s mouth. This time he stifled his cough.

“Let us prepare your mancunt.”

With that, I donned gloves, opened the lubricant, and liberally applied it to his rectum. Then, I unopened one of my new kastamonu escort butt plugs, and inserted it.

Jason began to protest, crying, “I’m not sure I want to actually do this, Alexis. It was just a fantasy.”

I pulled his head up roughly by his hair and smacked his face hard enough to turn it almost crimson.

“Too late, you pussy slut. I’ll be back in a little while. Pleasant dreams.”

Picking up my cigar again, I put it between my lips and left the room.

I went downstairs for a cup of coffee, pondering what was coming next. As I sat at the kitchen table, I heard the doorbell ring. A part of me panicked. But another part of me, a part that had not previously existed, said “fuck it. I am whoever I want to be.”

I answered the door with my cigar dangling from my mouth. It was Ted Kalish, Jason’s best friend. Ted’s jaw dropped.

“I didn’t know that you smoked cigars, Alexis.”

His eyes then took in what I was wearing and he looked like he was about to gasp for air.

“There’s a lot of things that you don’t know, Ted. Would you like to come in?”

“I just wanted to see if Jason wanted to go with me to the home theater exhibit at the Expo.”

I casually took a drag of the cigar and playfully blew it in Ted’s direction.

“I can think of something more fun than that. Jason is unavailable right now, but I am.”

I winked, as Ted stammered, “This isn’t right, Alexis. Jason is my friend. I’ve known him forever.”

“I thought I knew him too, Ted. Let me be as blunt as possible. Would you like to fuck me? Right now. Take it or leave it.”

I blew another puff of smoke in his face. And then he entered and I shut the door behind him.

“Amazing. They all think with their dicks,” I thought.

I then wrapped my arms around Ted and gave him a smoky kiss. The reader should know that I was not about to fuck Ted because I wanted to fuck Ted. I was doing this because I wanted to humiliate Jason by cuckolding him with his best friend.

“Take your pants off, Ted.”

Ted complied and I went to the sofa and laid back.

“This isn’t going to be a love session, Ted, so don’t think you kayseri escort have to prove anything. Just stick your dick in me and pound away.”

“What about foreplay, Alexis.”

“Just fuck me. Now.”

And Ted did just that, as I dangled my cigar. It was over in minutes, and Ted hurriedly pulled up his pants. I could tell that he felt guilty.

“Don’t feel bad Ted. It was a one-time thing and now it’s over. Don’t say anything. But please leave now. I have some tasks that I need to take care of.”

I may have never seen a more bewildered man. Ted opened the door and left. I smiled, wondering what he would say the next time we saw him and his wife socially. My cigar was now smoked almost to the nub, so I put it in the ashtray and went to the den to get a new one. I never would have believed it, but I really love cigar smoking. Cigars taste wonderful, but the way they make me feel … that is truly special. Powerful. Sexy. And wet.

After getting the Fuente going, I returned to the master bedroom. I grabbed Jason by his hair and blew a puff of smoke in his face.

“I don’t know if you heard what just happened, pussy, but while you’ve been up here shackled to the bed, I was just downstairs fucking Ted. You are now officially a cuckold. I hope he doesn’t tell anyone else,” I laughed.

Jason looked terrified, but said nothing. I put my gloves back on and removed the butt plug. I globbed in more lubricant and donned my new harness, attaching one of the thinner dildos. For his first time, I thought it prudent to not use one of the monster-sized ones. I pulled Jason’s head up by the hair and gave him a smoky kiss.

“I’m going to peg you now. Anything to say?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Too late for ‘sorry’. And, by the way, that would be ‘sorry, Mistress’.”

I smacked him hard on his ass. And then I slowly entered it. I wouldn’t have thought that this would be something I would actually enjoy, but it was truly an awesome experience. I looked at myself in the mirror, a big cigar in my mouth while I fucked my husband up the ass. I have never felt so powerful. I fingered myself as I thrust the dildo into Jason and one intense orgasm after kıbrıs escort another engulfed me. I had found inside me a woman who I never knew existed and I really liked this new me.

Jason remained silent, only faint moans escaping his lips. I knew that, despite the humiliation, that he was enjoying this. I removed my phallus from his behind and asked him, “how did you enjoy losing your virginity, my little pussy boy? Was it good?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. there’s just one more thing for you to do and you will be back in my good graces. For now, at least”

I switched Jason to his back, one shackle at a time. Surprisingly, he still had a raging hard on, precum dripping from it.

“I used to think that you were well-endowed, Jason, but after fucking Ted, I now realize that your dick is no big deal. No matter. From now on, you will never be inside me, although any other man whom I want will. You will be introduced to the chastity device that I purchased for you and you will come only when you have earned the privilege. What say you, pussy boy?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Open your mouth.”

Jason obeyed my command and I de-ashed my cigar onto his tongue. He suppressed his gag reflex and swallowed. I decided that I liked having a human ashtray and would make much use of it in the future.

I then mounted him, my quim over his mouth.

“Clean me, pussy boy,” I said, as I resumed smoking my cigar. I don’t want Ted’s cum in my cunt. And then tongue me out until I come”

Jason did as instructed and I had several more orgasms as I puffed away on my cigar.

When I had had enough I dismounted my bitch.

“I’m going to let you loose now, Jason. We have a new life now, with new rules. From this point forward, you are my slave. I will be addressed as ‘Mistress’. You will do whatever I command, whenever I want you to. I will take lovers at will. If you’re a good boy, I won’t fuck them in front of you. You will remain naked in the house whenever I am here. You will do all of the household chores and cook all the meals. Your friends will all eventually learn that this cigar-smoking lady wears the pants in this house. I will not hesitate to humiliate you in front of anyone.”

I continued, “When I release you, you are free to leave. But if you do, it is permanent. That’s the choice. Do you accept to live the rest of your life as my slave, under the terms I have outlined?”

I took several deep drags on the cigar, blowing the smoke again into his face.

“Yes, Mistress.”

THE END (or should I say THE BEGINNING)?

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The second man I loved was, K.

He wasn’t like other men. He was a dangerous obsession and I knew this from the moment we met.

K was a couple of years older than me and when we met I was charmed by his big, warm smile and athletic body. He had kind eyes, was tall, well dressed and always smelt nice. I loved his checked shirts, his big, manly hands and slightly rugged look. So many things about him turned me on.

Most importantly, he was smart and articulate and knew a lot about a lot. In the back of my mind, I somehow knew he would turn out to be a liar and a cheat, he made no secrets about the fact that his ex girlfriend was both a dancer and a model. He was a player… no doubt about it. I hated him and loved him in equal measures.

He was studying for a PHD and jokingly stated that it stands for ‘pretty huge dick’.

K was so arrogant, he seemed so out of reach. At the same time, I wanted him so badly. He knew how to play the game and was a master of it. Girls wanted him and in many ways he was a prick, but I loved him and what he could do to me.

“I’ve never asked a girl out before,” he said.

I had to make the first move. He made sure that this was not a date, we were just hanging out.

I knew he was a player and he was bad for me, but I couldn’t help but want more of his body and mind. He was mysterious and experienced and captured my interest. He would introduce me to so many new things, but he wasn’t interested in me at all. I felt inferior. He was hard work, he wouldn’t ask questions but somehow managed to talk about so many interesting things and I would chase him. I was obsessed. I wasn’t even sure how, but, K managed to pin me down and get in my head so easily. For the first time ever, I had felt a strong need to submit myself to a man completely.

I longed for his company, his knowledge and advice on things too. I wanted him to be my teacher, my mentor and I wanted him to introduce me to a darker world of sex. When we went out, I used to stare at the bulge between his legs and wonder what kind of snake he had hidden. I wondered if it was as big as he had hinted. He enjoyed teasing me, he was like a cat playing with a toy. He saw me blush and loved it.

He would hint about some kinky interests from time to time too, I think he was testing the water.

Now I look back, I realize acıbadem escort bayan that in a way he was grooming me. He knew I would fall for him.

Conversationally, I’m sure he was dropping ideas into my head, using words like ‘collared’, ‘tied up’ and ‘dominated’… But would always deny it. One day we were out and I questioned him on it. I knew that this was wind in his sails.

He would call me, filth and point out that all these girls who want that kind of sex are sluts and that I should be ashamed of myself. I enjoyed hearing that. It was a strange dynamic. I grew to love the humiliation of those words. I craved them. He made me want to get a reaction more and more.

“I bet you love the big ones,” he would say, from time to time.

He was tempting me into his trap, day by day. I knew this, but I was hooked.

We could kiss at the end of our ‘dates’ and he would put his hand around my head and clench my hair tightly. It wasn’t romantic, it was like an animal going in for the kill. Holding for a while, just long enough. This turned me on to no end. He would sometimes slip his hand between my legs, just lightly brushing my lips and as soon as I would get horny he would kick me out of his car.

“Go home, little one,” he’d say.

This was just a game to, K and as soon as I got home I would masturbate furiously as I fantasied about all of the things I wanted him to do to me.

This routine continued for a while, until we finally arranged to go to London for New Years to stay in a hotel. I knew this was our chance to take things further. I boldly made it explicit that I wanted him to go further whilst we were away. I used to dream about being on my knees, sucking him, feeling his big dick piercing my insides…

He had a big Cheshire cat grin when I gave him this proposition him for sex.

“You wouldn’t be able to handle me, sweetie… I’m rather a big boy,” he said. “How will you ever have any other man once you’ve had me?”

He loved not giving me an answer. He would make me wait for everything. He would disappear for a while and then pounce. But I loved the uncertainty, the challenge… The arrogance. For anyone else, I wouldn’t have tolerated it.

In many ways, his gentlemanly ways would disguise his true nature. He bağdat caddesi escort bayan was a total gentleman, he was generous, caring and giving. He looked after me.

We got to the hotel to drop our things off and I wanted him right there and then.

I made some sexual comment about how big his cock looked in those jeans and tried to cover my embarrassment by saying,

“Should we head out?”

That evil Cheshire cat smile came out again and he laughed. He approached me and gripped my hair.

“Go and get your coat,” he says, holding me to the spot.

I could feel myself getting wet. I was stuck in his grip. His hands wrapped around my throat and he slipped a hand up my skirt. I felt his finger go deep in my pussy.

“Do you want to go out?” he asked.

“No,” I shook my head. I felt a strange mixture of embarrassment and deep arousal.

“Go and get your coat,” he said again, hooking his finger inside me and clawing at my G spot. It felt so good. I had chased him so long and now, finally, I had become the hunted one.

He circled me like I was his prey. I was just blinded, stuck to the spot. He took out his two fingers and made me taste myself. I rubbed his hard cock through his trousers, he knew how long I had waited for this. I could feel how hard he was, he was bursting out. I get down on my knees and he helps me unzip his jeans to reveal this huge bulge beneath his boxers and puts one hand down them.

“Would you like to see it?” he says.

I nod and I smile. I have never seen a cock quite like, K’s!

He pulls down his boxers and reveals this huge, hard dick, which just bobs between his legs. He is About 9 and a half inches, thick and long, hanging heavy. He is shaved too, which makes him look even bigger.

I am hypnotized and desperate to feel his huge weapon inside me.

I lick his huge dick. My mind is aflame with lust. He grabs a fistful of my hair and guides me towards it. I can feel my underwear getting wetter and wetter. He gently guides my mouth into his cock, which barely fits and wants me to take it all the way. I gaze into his eyes and start to gag a little on his big, throbbing dick, taking it deep and slow. It fills me up, he is forcing me to take every inch of his long shaft, fucking kozyatağı escort bayan my face and making me choke.

K is right. What a slut I am. Taking it so naturally and wanting it so bad. But he tastes so good, his cock is so perfect.

“Where did you learn to suck dick so well?” he asks.

“Porn.” I respond.

Intending to finish the job, my hands wander to my underwear and I start to rub my clit in a circular motion. I can’t help it. He is driving me crazy. I moan a little and he watches as I deep throat him and finger myself. My makeup runs down my face and he pulls me from his cock. I’m still fully clothed at this point and he stops me.

“Take your clothes off and go and bend over on the bed,” he says.

I immediately obey. I bend over, naked, exposed to him. He strokes my ass cheeks and spanks me hard, slowly at first, making me moan a little. My ass is red and sore, it stings. He knows what he is doing.

He starts to eat my pussy from behind and I feel myself about to cum already. He traces is tongue all the way from my clit up to my ass, taking the time to stop and explore my holes with his finger and tongue like they were his little toys.

“Oh god,” I say, struggling to control myself. I’ve never taken it up the ass before. I am so desperate to feel his cock inside me now. I’m about to cum in a strange mixture of pleasure and pain.

But he is cruel. He teases me with it. Rubbing it up and down my pussy, up and down up and down, gripping my hair, calling me a little slut. “You want me, don’t you.”

I can tell he wants me to beg, he is a cruel man, he wants to tease me. I turn around and watch him guide his cock up and down. I am on the verge of an orgasm, gushing and desperate for him to let me go over the edge. I have been waiting for so long.

Finally, inch by inch, he edges himself into me, doggie style. I can feel him moving all my insides. I can barely fit him in my tight pussy. He grips my hair and fucks me hard from behind until my head goes dizzy. Not only is he huge, but he knows how to work it too.

I have never been able to cum from sex before, but this just takes me over the edge in a knee-clenching orgasm that lasts for what feels like a lifetime.

I can feel my tight pussy stretched and his cock pounding deep inside me. I grab the sheets and gasp for air. I can’t take it anymore.

I lie, panting for breath, totally unable to move from the most incredible orgasm that I have waited so long for.

His dick was so powerful that I lay my face on the bed and beg him to stop for a break.

“Please stop” I say, as he finally stops drilling me. My pussy ached. I lay naked, in a puddle of my own juices.

“You have 3 minutes,” he says.

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Chapter1

He had been watching her move through the lessons of the Academy, a school of submission. She moved with a quiet grace, a sparkle of joy in her eye as she performed her tasks. While watching her, He was reminded of the fawn that she had been named for during early training. Often near the top of her class, she was still unsure of herself but persevered with her duties. She has large mocha colored eyes with a hint of gold and her hair was a short red bob. He preferred her original caramel color, but that was easily fixed. Today was graduation day, and the newly trained submissives would be up for auction. He would make sure that at end of day, she would be His.

He was Lord Thomas, an old friend of HeadMaster Jonathan and the Academy. He often visited Jonathan in the evenings and that was when He first saw her. A small little sub chained in the hall. Thomas asked Jonathan about her and found out that although she had been the first to kneel, she had shown poorly during the first quiz. She intrigued him from the very first. He watched her get her hair changed to red and go through first part of the term with ups and downs. She was a clumsy little thing that always approached life with a sunny attitude.

He tried to stay away, but was always drawn back. Thomas often helped the Academy with training exercises. The mid term dinner party would be the first time that He could watch her openly. It was arranged with Jonathan that she would act as His submissive for the day. Filled with excitement, He arrived the night before. And although Thomas didn’t see her, she had left a selection of new mystery novels on the night table.

The next morning, He awoke to the smell of coffee and a light floral scent. Without opening His eyes, He recognized fawn’s scent and smiled. She brought Him his robe then opened the curtains by the table. While Thomas enjoyed the coffee, she started the shower and put a towel on the warming rack. He nodded and dismissed her to begin her day.

When He next saw fawn, she was exercising and moving forward in her day. During bathing time, Thomas’ breath froze. She was exquisite, tiny and lithe and playful. Her laugh was like crystals bells ringing in the glen. He shook His head trying to break the spell, but He was captivated. Fawn dressed in her green tunic with gold cord which gave her skin a beautiful glow. The morning progressed to lesson time, bartending. The students were leaning how to prepare and identify different drinks. Fawn and some of the others became tipsy, ending the lesson early, sending them off to lunch. Them after lunch, there was a curtsying contest in which fawn did well but came in second when her ass was caressed. She let out a little squeak as she jumped, loosing but with a twinkle in her eye. Thomas couldn’t hold back a laugh at her antics.

That night was the dinner party. She looked neat and tidy, like a little maid doll. She helped serve the soup and then prepared the Caesar salad tableside. When she returned the cart to the kitchen, a crash was heard. Thomas couldn’t help but smile thinking of what mischief she was up to. Afterwards they retired to the Master’s study. She fixed Him a drink and a small plate of snacks and did very well at the nightly quiz. Each student got a new name. Hers would now be may.

Over the next few months, He continued watching her grow and mature into a talented, obedient submissive. She acquitted herself well in all areas, tempering her sunny personality but not losing it. Fawn’s clumsiness continued to plague her but it was a part of her charms as far as He was concerned.

Finally graduation day arrived. Thomas watched her throughout the morning as she mingled with the guests as she served food and drinks. Her singing and playing were angelic and she was attentive and witty during lunch. Then when it was announced that she was tagged as the head of the class, Thomas was bursting with pride. Now was the event that Thomas had been waiting for months for; the auction. Each student would be auctioned to the highest bidder and that person would be their new Dom. He watched being led to the stage and disrobed. Through persistence, Thomas won her with a $50,000 bid. She was leashed and lead to Him. He smiled down at her and brought her to her friends and teachers to say goodbye. Then Thomas put her in the car and took her home.

Chapter 2

On the way, Thomas explained his rules. He was supreme and must be considered at all times. One must behave and be deferential at all times. Each sub had her duties and would perform them to the best of her abilities and in a timely manner. They would use the “stoplight system” of safewords. He went on to explain that she would be one of three subs. First sub was jerica, who wore red. She was the house manager and kept the accounts, ran the household, cooked and was His voice in all things. Second sub was katy, who wore blue. She was His body servant and was in charge of His clothing, bathing, schedule; a combination of valet and personal assistant.

Glancing at her in the rear view mirror, He explained that she would be returning to the name of fawn, would wear green and have her hair returned to her original caramel color. Going on, bayburt escort He said that she would be third sub, the maid. She was in charge of keeping the house and kitchen clean and was to assist the other 2 when needed. All three could and would be called upon to visit in His chambers at His discretion.

Arriving home, Thomas pulled into the circle drive, stopped by the front door, getting out of the car and letting her out of the back seat by offering her His had. Instructing her to put the car into the garage, and then join Him in the foyer, Thomas was pleased to hear and then see jerica and katy scurry from other parts of the house and sink to their knees in front of Him with greetings and smiles. They waited patiently until fawn arrived and moved to her knees beside Him. After giving fawn into jerica’s care, Thomas retired to His study and flipped on the computer. Having installed small camera’s throughout the house when it was built allowed him to monitor everyone without actually being there. After all, subs needed to be watched out for.

Pouring Himself a brandy, He sat back and watched jerica showing fawn to her small, utilitarian room decorated in browns and creams, give a variety of green uniforms, tunics and other clothing and hand her a daily schedule. Upon being left alone, fawn explored the room and adjoining small bath, put away her clothing and sat down to read the paper in her hand. He knew what she saw, as He had written the schedule Himself.

1.wake at 4 am and start the coffee pot

2.bathe, dress, and serve coffee to jerica and katy

3.by 5 am, clean servant rooms, then go to kitchen, eat and start washing pots and pans

4.clean Thomas rooms while He eats breakfast

5.clean kitchen, dining room, bathrooms before noon

6.return and eat a quick meal then clean kitchen and dishes again

7.clean living room, study and the rest of the house by 5 pm

8.return to kitchen for quick meal…clean kitchen/dishes

9.bathe, change into your formal tunic and report to The Study by 6:30 pm

10.you will be dismissed at Thomas command when the day is done

Jerica and katy arrived, knocked and when invited in, kneeled on pillows placed on the floor for their use. Thomas rang the house bell knowing that fawn wouldn’t know what it meant but wanting to see how she would react. Watching her jump at the sound, glance at the clock and run to the closet, pulling out a formal tunic, He smiled knowing what was to come. He shifted restlessly as He watched her dress and bolt out the door. Fawn arrived breathlessly and kneeled on the last available pillow.

“fawn, come here.” Thomas said in a stern voice. “What time is it?”. Glancing at the clock, she replied, “6:42, Sir”. “What time are you supposed to be here, girl?” “6:30” “First, you neglected to read your instructions in a timely manner so that you would arrive on time for The Study. Secondly, you showed up with the dirt of the day still on your body, fouling your tunic and disrespecting your Master. As this is your first day, I will cut your punishment in half. You will receive 5 swats each for being late, dirty and fouling your tunic and 10 swats for disrespecting your Master. Jerica, get the paddle.” Thomas watched fawn’s eyes widen as jerica did as she was told, not seeing the smirk on jerica’s face as she did so. He held out His hand as He motioned fawn to stand, then pulled her across His lap, raised her tunic, exposing her bare bottom, and proceeded to swat her 25 times. He smiled in pleasure at the sight of her reddening flesh and the sound of her whimpers. Bidding her to get off His lap and go back to her pillow and returning the paddle to jerica, He went on to explain that He expected all three to perform their duties to make Him proud. They were then dismissed for the evening except for fawn who was to go to His bedroom to await Him there. He smiled in satisfaction and anticipation of the days to come. Days of training a new sub that would bring Him much pleasure.

Chapter 3

As He watched the girls quietly leave the room, He turned to His computer and sent off an email to HeadMaster Jonathan, thanking Him for fawn. Then He strode to His room and found fawn waiting there for Him on the pillow provided. Each room in the house where He expected the girls to wait had a pillow for that purpose. He sat in the chair by the fireplace and motioned for fawn to stand before Him. Telling her to turn slowly, He assessed what He could see from her delicately painted toenails to her bright red hair. Shuddering slightly at the color which had been changed at the school, His thoughts were that at least it had grown out to shoulder length. Tomorrow was soon enough to deal with the color and the length would continue to grow. Giving the signal to undress, Thomas watched as fawn slowly and gracefully peeled the tunic over her head showing her pearly skin glistening in the firelight. As she folded her tunic neatly and placed it at her feet, her breasts bobbed gently. They were a good handful but high and firm as was her entire, petite yet curvy body. He would have to say one thing for the school training, bartın escort fitness was a priority. She turned around again at His finger flick and He smiled softy, then sniffed audibly.

“fawn, go to the bathroom and draw a warm bath. Use the honeysuckle bath oils.” He watched her go and heard her begin her task. Entering the bathroom shortly after her, He commanded her to slip into the tub. Then He slid to His knees, took a cup and pour water over her hair, wetting it thoroughly. Getting some shampoo, He buried His fingers into her hair and massaged her head and hair. Fawn was almost purring by the time He rinsed the soap out and pinned her shining locks on top of her head with a clip. Next, Thomas got the honeysuckle soap and a clean cloth and began washing her body, starting with her neck and working His way slowly down. She was exquisite, firm yet full of flesh, slick with water and soap. Nudging her legs apart, He washed slowly, feeling her tense at first and then moaning softly, parted her knees further. Thomas leaned her back and told her to close her eyes, then continued His explorations. When He knew she could take no more, He had her stand and toweled her off. Thomas remembered that fawn had been trained to hold her release until commanded.

Instructing her to drain the tub, Thomas started the shower then told her to undress Him. She knelt and removed His shoes and socks, setting them under the vanity, then rose and unbuttoned His shirt. Using her hands to slide it off His shoulders, she put it in the laundry hamper then returned to remove His pants and shorts. Every move was designed to bring Him pleasure. As she turned to put the rest of the clothes in the hamper Thomas stepped into the shower and called her to His side. Fawn gave a quick glance around the shower, got some of His shampoo and stepped up on the specially designed ledge so she could wash His hair. Restraining a groan at her firm steady massaging, He closed His eyes and enjoyed. She proceeded to wash His body, moving His arms and legs this way and that as she finished the shower. After they got out, she toweled Him dry and then tossed the towels in the hamper. Thomas smiles as He noticed the caramel and golden curls glistening with desire.

Leading her back to the bedroom, He returned to His chair and indicated she should kneel facing Him. Spreading His knees, Thomas laced His fingers in her hair and drew her toward Him. Fawn began using her lips and tongue to caress and stroke Him. He could no longer hold back a groan and felt her smile as she continued. Thomas tightened His grip on her hair, pulling it slightly, then leaned back and enjoyed the sensations. Thomas moved His foot between her thighs and let His toes explore fawn’s hot moist flesh, feeling her startle but continue her task. His hips rocking into her skilled little mouth, Thomas finally allowed Himself satisfaction and release. She did not disappoint Him and took everything He gave her. As she sat back panting and smiling, rocking against His foot, she eyes glittered with need.

He knew that tonight was crucial in setting the tone of His ownership. Who would control, who would be controlled. Rising steadily to His feet, Thomas reached down and helped her rise. Without a word, He led her to the bed and stood her on a carpet at the foot of the bed, snapped a tether to her collar and gave the signal for lying down. Smiling as she settled onto the thick carpet, He climbed into bed and turned off the light. Thomas listened to her shallow breathing, knowing that she had not been satisfied and was still wanting. He knew that despite the central heating and the dying fire, fawn would be feeling chilled. To show His approval, He flipped a coverlet which was kept on the bed for that purpose over the end of the bed. Hearing a soft, “thank You, Master, goodnight”, Thomas rolled over and drifted off to sleep, smiling.

Chapter 4

Lord Thomas awoke to the smell of hot coffee and opened His eyes to smile up at katy. She placed fresh coffee on His bedside table each morning promptly at 6am. He patted the side of the bed and katy sat down with a good morning Master. She gave a chirpy good morning and assured Him she had slept well. Thomas kissed her and signaled for His robe and slippers. He arose and slipped them on and told katy to go head and prepare His bath. Then He gave her permission to go on with her day with a sharp smack on her bottom. Turning to fawn, He saw that she had been awake and listening all the while. Explaining to her that on the nights she spent with Him, katy would fix the morning coffee and fawn would start her day as soon as He released her to go bathe and eat then clean His bedroom, then the kitchen, dining room and the girl’s rooms. The bathrooms could wait until after lunch. Giving her a kiss and a smack, He released her tether, watching her scamper out of the room. Chuckling, He sipped the coffee heading for His shower.

After finishing His breakfast, He called the girls into the dining room and informed them that the hair dresser was coming to make over fawn back to her original hair coloring and giving the other 2 girls a trim. Then He retired to His study to ığdır escort get some work done. Thomas was a successful personal lawyer to many people in the area. Some days He worked in an office downtown, but most days He worked from home. He has a most efficient secretary that helped make things happen.

As He was working, He heard the hairdresser arrive and He tuned the camera in to watch the action. Thomas loved to pamper His girls. The hairdresser was with them all morning, and then the girls returned to their tasks at lunchtime. When He went to the dining room for lunch, He called them all in and praised them. Then gave each a swat and told them to get back to work.

That evening, fawn was just barely on time and out of breath, but He let that pass as she had gotten a late start on the day. He reminded all the girls that when one spent the night in His room, it was the responsibility of the other 2 to pick up her slack. He once again chose her to come to His room and dismissed the others for the night.

Once again He bathed fawn. He loved the way her skin glistened in the tub. They moved to the shower until they were both clean and He lead her to the chair and felt her hot little mouth please Him. After she finished, Thomas pulled her into His lap and began caressing her body, learning every plane and curve. She was deliciously formed and very responsive. When He parted her legs she was damp and ready, letting His fingers slide deep inside. She moaned with want and need. He continued to play and tease until she was sobbing with pleasure, then He said one word, “Cum.” Whispered in her ear and she screamed and flowed with her very essence thanking Him over and over again.

Thomas allowed her to lick His fingers clean and then clipped her to her leash and told her to settle. Climbing in bed, He tossed her the cover, told her she was a good girl and rolled over with a goodnight and a grin. When katy arrived the next morning He dismissed fawn for the day with a kiss and a swat. During the day, fawn sent Him a message that she had started her cycle as was protocol. There would be no play for the next few days. That night, fawn was late to Master’s study and had to be punished again.

Over the next 2 weeks, the situation didn’t get any better. Fawn didn’t seem to be learning the routines of the household, was late often and would even show up untidy to Master’s study. As punishment, she was not being chosen to come to His room during the night, until she improved her performance. When Thomas looked in on her with the camera, she was always working hard. And it seemed that her clumsiness was increasing. She often had bruises on her arms and legs. It was just not making sense. Finally, He told the other girls that they were not to come to Master’s study that night but were to have an evening to themselves. Fawn was commanded to appear alone. He would get to the bottom of this.

Chapter 5

Fawn slipped quietly into the room and knelt on her pillow. Thomas sat back and observed her. She was exhausted, eyes red and puffy, and her skin pale and almost translucent. Even her hair seemed to be weighted down with some kind of funk, dull and lifeless. Thomas further noted that her eyes were cast down and her head bowed, not out of submissiveness, but as if the weight of the world pushed it there. He commanded her to raise her eyes to Him. They were dull and lifeless, the sparkle was gone. Asking her if she was feeling ok, He got the answer that she was fine.

Thomas turned to His desk and make a few quiet call and then settled back. He asked her how her days were going and how she kept herself busy. She told him of waking and starting the coffee, cleaning throughout the day and attending His study. When ask how she was eating, she described her meals. As she was talking, His eyes became stormy, His face tight. When He asked how she was sleeping, she said that after she finished her chores, she went directly to bed. His lips compressed and He told her to stand and disrobe. At the sight of her body, He drew in a deep breath at the sight of bruising and thinness. He asked about the bruises and she got a haunted look in her eyes as she hesitated in her answer. When asked again, she said that she had just been clumsy. He lead her to the sofa, had her lay down and covered her with the blanket along the back. As He stroked her hair back, there was a knock at the door.

It was Dr. Strong, the Master Physician the community used, followed by Master Jonathan’s girl emma. Dr. Strong often did house calls and had responded to Thomas’ phone call. Thomas told the Doctor that fawn seemed to be ill and asked him to take a look. Strong examined her, gave her an injection, told her to rest. As fawn drifted off to sleep, the doctor set emma to watch over her as He returned to the study. He told Lord Thomas that she was suffering from exhaustion and malnutrition. The bruising would fade over a short period. Dr. Strong asked how Thomas could have let her become this way. Thomas then told the Doctor how He suspected she has become to be in this state. Soon Strong was frowning in anger too. He gave Thomas a package with a medicinal tea which fawn was to drink 3 times a day with her meals and told Him that she needed complete rest for at least a week. He would return the next week to see if she was able to resume her duties. Thomas nodded, thanked the Doctor and asked if He would consider staying for dinner after looking at fawn next week. Dr. Strong said He would be pleased to attend and said goodnight, then went on His way.

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This story is designed to entice her to end her self-imposed retirement.

*

Her assistant’s voice crackled through the intercom into Jennifer’s plush office. “Ms. Midnight, your two o’clock appointment is here.”

Jennifer sat up, somewhat startled, removed the impeccably manicured finger from her lap where she had been leisurely stroking her already saturated and panty-free pussy, and pushed the button on her phone so that their conversation would not be on speaker. “Lisa, please pick up.” Jen had blocked off the next hour for a long-awaited private, international phone call and she certainly was not expecting any visitors, never mind an ‘appointment’.

Jen saw the light that indicated that Lisa had picked up the receiver, and despite the fact that no one else could now hear her, Jennifer whispered into the mouthpiece. “There must be some mistake, Leese, I’m not expecting anyone. In fact, my schedule was blocked off for an hour from two to three for my, um, conference call, remember?”

The unexpected visitor stood in the outer office in front of Lisa with two roses, one of which he had already given to Lisa as an incentive of sorts to garner Lisa’s assistance so that he could have a personal conclave with the elusive Ms. Midnight. He had decided that their mutually arranged two o’clock phone call would be much more productive as a ‘face-to-face’ meeting, so he had booked himself on a morning flight from Philadelphia to Montreal without telling Jennifer. He wanted to test Jennifer’s spontaneity and ability to adapt to surprise changes in plans.

But mostly, he wanted to test Jennifer’s indomitable willpower.

Lisa tried not to look at the handsome, cultured stranger in his charcoal-gray suit, as she held the rose with one hand and she cradled the phone with the other. His piercing green eyes smiled down at Lisa with a knowing, confident twinkle, and Lisa squirmed a bit in her swivel chair as she felt her own panties become a bit moist. Always looking out for her boss’ best interest, Lisa felt it would be more than beneficial for her boss to grant this particular man a personal audience. If not, well then, Lisa just might have to conduct a personal interview of her own.

Lisa didn’t even bother to whisper as the man stood mere inches away from her and could have heard every word anyway. “Uh, Jen, he says he flew up from Philadelphia to see you in lieu of your scheduled phone call. He wouldn’t give me a name, he said you’ll know.”

The blood ran simultaneously, in different directions, some north to flush Jennifer’s face and chest, and the rest south to send an immediate and unmistakable tingle to her already stimulated pussy. She gasped audibly. “No, it couldn’t be. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Oh, fuck, oh, Jesus Christ.” She stood up quickly, smoothed her slightly wrinkled miniskirt, the one that he had asked her to wear for their phone call, the one that was about two inches shorter and one size tighter than she would normally wear to the office.

Jen had bought the wardrobe specifically for the occasion, but the occasion was SUPPOSED to be a mid-afternoon phone call, an hour of phone sex as a mutual respite with her long-time electronic and telephonic cyber-lover. Her elegant pinstriped, midnight-black business suit, with matching blazer, was augmented by a tasteful but sexy button-down silk lavender blouse. Beneath the blouse Jen wore a lavender lace half-cup bra to match the blouse, and Jen’s magnificent and sensitive nipples had rubbed and danced against the light fabric all day, keeping her nipples in a constant state of arousal.

The best secret, though, was below her fabulous skirt. A sleek, sheer thigh-high and garter belt set with ebony-laced back seams, and a sequin, embroidered crotchless butterfly thong that was essentially transparent, Jen’s glimmering labia having already produced little puddles of excitement numerous times throughout the day already. Of course, the obligatory three-inch black patent leather stilettos from Emilio Pucci punctuated the attire consummately.

Professional and polished on the exterior surface with just a hint of provocation, but provided with the proper intellectual stimulation and emotional connection, a cosmopolitan wanna-be slut under the dark cloak of mystique. That was the essence of the dichotomy that was Jennifer Midnight’s perpetual skirmish between loving mom and successful businesswoman, and a discerning, yet discriminately promiscuous sexual being.

Jennifer took a few deep breaths, composing herself slightly, and tried to sound assertive as she once again pushed the speaker button so that the visitor could also hear. She didn’t realize that the listeners in the outer office could detect a tremble in her voice as she said, “Please let him in, Lisa, thank you. And see that we won’t be disturbed çapa escort for the next hour.”

He entered and shut the door behind him, locking it, to emphasize the intimate nature of their impromptu meeting. They faced each other and Jennifer felt the goose bumps rise on her flesh and tried to ignore the small burst of humidity that she felt rising between in the hot gash between her long legs. She felt a need to set the tone immediately, as much to convince herself more than anything.

“I’m not going to fuck you, I’ve told you that.” Somewhere, Pinocchio clucked his tongue and rubbed his nose in disbelief.

He walked past her, chuckling quietly at her opening salvo, and sat on the couch in her office, opening his leather satchel. “Of course you won’t, Ms. Midnight. You’ve made that very clear. After all, you’re married.” She stared at him, he was so confident, almost glib, and she still couldn’t fucking believe he was actually HERE. He continued, snapping open the briefcase. “Nor shall I fuck you, that is not the nature of my visit, that is not why I flew here just to finally see you in person. And, may I say, you are truly stunning, it’s not that I don’t WANT to fuck you.”

Jennifer shifted her weight on her heels, why did it feel like the St .Lawrence River was cresting in her cunt?

He removed his suit jacket and eyed her up and down. “I see you wore the outfit we discussed, it is quite beautiful.”

High tide beneath her thong.

“YOU are quite beautiful.”

Flood-level warnings.

He went on. “I perfectly realize, and accept, that you are not GOING to fuck me.”

Where are those fucking sandbags to stop the surge?

“But that is a big, big difference from not WANTING to fuck me, isn’t it, Jennifer?”

Full breach of the levees, mandatory evacuation.

“Take off your blazer,” he said calmly, almost disinterested.

Perspiration began to form on Jen’s brow now, but nowhere near the tidal wave in her southern regions. She removed the jacket and hung it over the back of her leather chair.

“Splendid, now the blouse.” His demands were almost matter-of-fact, as if it were a foregone conclusion that she would acquiesce to his every command. She hesitated.

“One button at a time, please, slowly.” He reached into his case, turning his eyes from her as if he were emotionally disenfranchised from the show he was orchestrating.

His smooth, deep voice served to almost hypnotize Jen, and she felt as if she were a third-party looking down upon herself in a dream-like trance as she found herself unbuttoning the small fasteners on her silk blouse. He didn’t even look up as he ordered softly, “Don’t take it off, let it just drape on your shoulders, please.”

He finally looked up, his hand still in the bag, holding onto to something within the case. “Very nice, your nipples do indeed appear exquisite. Now the bra.”

Jennifer wondered why he had requested a front-clasping bra when they were discussing her wardrobe for their now-postponed phone call. Now she knew. Without any delay whatsoever, she unhooked the clasp, her full, swollen breasts and distended nipples spilling out. She was under his spell now, powerless, submissive, willing, complaint, docile, now unaware of her surroundings, her only desire was to please him, to follow his directions.

She awaited his next command, trying not to pant for breath. Her nipples, always a primary receptacle and indicator of her arousal, felt as if they would implode into her chest upon even the slightest contact with anything. So the next request was borderline cruel.

He flipped a chain to her, and she caught it in mid-air, her knees nearly collapsing when she realized what it was. “Put these on,” he said simply. It was a silver-beaded, rubber-tipped pair of nipple clamps, the tips looking like large electrodes, the approximate size of a car-battery charger. Jen had never seen a pair that large.

He shrugged as she peered at him like a puppy going through obedience training. “What’s next, master?”

He went on, leaning back on the couch further. “The website promised maximum firmness, that’s why they’re so big, so I’ve learned.” She held them like a sensitive bomb that would detonate if not handled with ultimate fragility. He gestured to her with his hands to carry on as ordered. “Hey, what do I know, you’re the nipple queen, put them on.”

Jen’s legs quivered noticeably as she clamped the large tips to her one-carat-diamond-sized nipples, trying to fight off a rampant rumbling from her nipples directly to her cunt. He gave her no time to rest. “Take your skirt off, now, please.” She waited too long for his liking. He barked and she jumped.

“Slut, do it!” The skirt flopped immediately to the floor. He grinned at both the vision of her erotic thong, her beautiful body, and the obvious wetness beneath the fabric.

“Lose the thong, lovely though it is.” Jen raised her fatih escort slim ankles one at a time and the thong was soon a memory, her bare, shaved cunt now nearly steaming with sexual anticipation. When would sweet release be granted, she wondered?

“Now the stocking and the garters, and the heels, reluctantly, they are quite fetching. One might call them ‘fuck-me’ shoes, if I didn’t know better.” She stared hungrily at his dick, twitching through his trousers, as she bent to take off what remained on her body, and finally stood before him in full, glorious nudity, her pussy virtually gushing with need.

“Finger your wet pussy, Jennifer. Slip it deep within you. Then bring the juice to your nipple clamps and coat them for me.”

She did as he bade her. She felt her one hand strumming against her clit, as she slid her finger deep within her. They heard the gentle squish of her juice as she spread open the lips of her pussy and then stood there, as he watched her moving her finger in and out of her pink hole, then bringing the juice up to her nipples and coating the tips.

“Very, very nice, especially for someone who doesn’t want to fuck me.” He mocked her now, which only turned her on even more. “Continue finger-fucking yourself for me, Jennifer, my new slave.”

As soon as her hand moved from her nipple, she shuddered as she started to move the finger that covered her clit in small circles, and lightly pinched it between thumb and forefinger in order to bring it up from its hiding place.

His voice was a low rumble now. “But I want more than this. Put two fingers into your pussy, now, and drive hard. Pound yourself as you think I would, should I choose to get inside you. And yes, I would pound your pussy if and when I choose to fuck you. I’ll do it till you cum like never before. Fuck yourself with your fingers, while I watch. Spread your legs wider.”

She stood, spread open before him, while he watched her fuck her pink hole. They could still hear the splash of her juice as she drove her fingers in and out of the sopping wetness. As he slowly stood and walked in the direction of the sound of her fingers, his nose was assailed by the scent of warm musk. She couldn’t wait for him to sink his tongue, his long fingers, or his thick cock into her, but he had other plans.

He had a remote-control dual vibrator.

She felt his hot breath near the top of her pussy as he knelt and held the two dual heads up to her. “One in your cunt and one in your ass,” was all he said. It was more than he needed to say. She could do the math.

She jolted as she felt the tip of the vibrator’s soft head close over her hot clit before stuffing it tenderly up her sopping twat, and felt the relative coldness of the other end slide in alongside of her fingers, gingerly up her anal canal. The combination of hot orifices and brisk vibrators, in her two most intimate spots, had her gasping for breath, desperately trying to stave off the explosive orgasm churning deeply within her.

Jennifer’s hips undulated as she continued to run her hands between and over the two devices encased within her pussy and sphincter. She started to slowly ease them from within her and dipped two fingers inside of her pussy in an effort to swipe the juice from it before she totally withdrew it from her wetness. His lips followed as she drew her fingers from her pink hole and offered them to his mouth. It was the first time he had so much as touched her, yet she had never been more turned on in her life. He sucked deeply and drew both pussy-juice covered fingers into his mouth and continued to lick them clean.

Her taste was warm and so very sweet. The sweetest he’d ever had, perhaps. As he held her hand in his right one, and sucked on her fingers, she moved her left hand to the now dripping set of pussylips, and started to wriggle the device more snugly up, into, and through her soaked slit, and he then activated the remote.

It felt as if she had fallen into a warm pool, there was so much juice inside of her hole. She moved her fingers in and out, then made a spreading movement in order to open her lips wider.

His face, which was resting just against the hole of her rear, saw the river of juice as it ran from her cunt and streamed into her anus. He felt his cock head quiver and jump at this unstemmed flowing. Slowly, after making certain that he’d licked and sucked all the juice from her fingers, he removed her fingers from his mouth, and then stood, still not touching her, and leaned low to her ear.

“Do you want my cock in you, yet? Do you want me to fuck you with my cock? Tell me where you want me.”

He spoke in the low rumbling baritone and slowly enunciated certain words more than others. He knew she was struggling to speak, as she stood next to him, gyrating, with her eyes closed and her tongue almost continually wetting her lips. He spoke again against her ear, with more a bit more volume to aksaray escort his voice.

“Do you want me to fuck you with my hard cock? Where do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to pound you? Tell me, Jennifer. Do you want me in your ass or in your pussy?”

Jennifer struggled past her still vocal chords and forced herself to speak. She knew that this man would be so fucking good, that she wanted him where ever he wanted to put his cock. Yet she knew she had to answer him.

“Yes-s-s-s, I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you in my ass, and in my pussy. Make me cum, sir. Please, fuck me. Fill me with your hard cock,” she finally answered, now playing the role of sub to his dom impeccably.

He whispered his next command and walked to the case to extract yet another pleasure toy. She put a hand down and spread her pussy lips open as far as she could. Spying her lewdly open pink hole, he took out the vibrators and slid just the head of a double-headed dildo only into the glistening opening of her pussy, and was still. He felt her cunt immediately lock around the head of the dildo as he held, pulling it in ever deeper. Then he slowly slid the dildo fully into her, gently frigging her pussy, getting it more nice and soaked.

Once satisfied she was lubed and aroused enough, he withdrew it and felt a small river coarse out of her and trickle downward to cover the opening of her ass. He put the dildo against the puckered hole between her cheeks, and pushed. He felt the resistance of it at first, then he felt it give way against his incessant push.

At last! He quickly pushed deep up into the tunnel of her ass, hearing her sigh her satisfaction as she realized the sex toy was deeply embedded in her ass. He now had the hard plastic doubly impaled inside this married woman.

She ground her hips against his intrusion into her private territory and in so doing this, she felt the fake dick glide against the underside of her engorged clit. It was distended from its hiding place, and was begging to be rubbed.

The unexpected muscle-grabbing sensation of hard pseudo-cock to sensitive clit had Jennifer’s pussy muscles spasm around and grip the hard rod that was sliding in and out of her. She could barely breathe or utter a breath, so intense was her impending climax.

He sensed the change in her, and continued to drive the embedded device deep within her oceans of warmth. She let her head loll back and a primal groan ripped from her. He slowly pulled the dildo from its deep anal haven, but then, with some continual pushing, he’d finally managed to slide up to the third or fourth inch of the dildo into her hot hole.

He started fucking Jennifer’s tight ass in slow inches, pushing more into her as he felt her ass relax and take him further. He’d soon have her ready to take it completely up her ass, while he drove the other end of the device into her wet love tunnel, making her hot slit slick with her honey nectar.

Slowly he eased on his pounding of the velvety hole he was in, pulling the fake cocks from within her, until only the one head was buried just inside the opening of her pussy slit.

“Wh – why are you stopping?” she asked, when Jen could find her voice.

“Not stopping, sweet Jen. Just a slight change in position and equipment, back to the remote-activated vibrators. Go over to your couch, please, I want to see how far this remote can work. Hand me one of the extra pillows, would you please, and then I’ll help you raise your hips and ass. I’m just going to slide this pillow under your lower back, so we can raise your legs and let them rest on my shoulders.”

He took the proffered pillow, then pulled Jen’s legs so that the backs of her thighs rested against his chest, and he slid the pillow sideways under her hips and then settled her legs over his shoulders. He then bent slightly to the left and again handed her the two small tips of the vibrators. Grabbing them, she willingly inserted them once again into both of her love tunnels, feeling the vaginal one against her wildly distended clit.

Jen immediately hissed an in-drawn breath between her clenched teeth.

“Uhhh! This is not fair,” she lightly cried out. “What are you going to do that cock of yours?”

“Just you wait, beautiful Jennifer, just you wait,” was all he said.

Jennifer felt the tip between her now impossibly swollen pussy lips and slightly agitated but gaping anal cavity. He sat back in such a manner as to be able to view everything in front of him.

He rose up ever so slightly, and then lowered his upper body between her legs, until his chest felt the hardened nubs of both small vibrators drill small holes into his chest. He leaned in and kissed her deeply for the first time, pushing the small amount of residue of her pussy juice from earlier into her mouth with his tongue.

She eagerly sucked on his tongue as she felt it slide between her lips and over her teeth. She’d rarely been French kissed in such a manner before and she found her cum sweet to her taste. She pulled her mouth from his, ever so slowly, and started to kiss her way over to his left ear.

Once there, he gently sucked her lobe into his now hot, wet mouth, then as he let the lobe slip from his lips she spoke, in a low voice, thick with need and want.

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Kara had been spending the Christmas holiday in the north Georgia mountains since she was a child. She usually brought her boyfriend, but they had parted ways about six months prior. In her loneliness from the breakup, Kara went online and met Sam.

Sam was a businessman from Texas, as well as a Dom. They had been chatting online for months, and now they decided to meet in real life, at Kara’s cabin.

Kara was super nervous. Prior to meeting Sam online in a sex chat, Kara had never explored her submissive side. In fact, Sam had opened up a new world to her, and taking things to the next level both scared her and made her pussy damp.

Kara was a beautiful young woman. She had just turned 26 and she had long, slender legs and a nice plump ass. Her long dark hair fell down her back and she had a cute face with large green eyes and little ears that stuck out a bit, almost like an elf.

She was curvy, with curves in just the right places. Her 36C tits had quarter-sized pink nipples and down below, her pussy was freshly waxed, per Sam’s request.

Kara busied herself preparing for Sam’s arrival by putting a log on the fire and downing a glass of spiked eggnog to calm her nerves. Then, she began dressing, putting on the outfit Sam had bought for her online.

The panties were red lace, and they were completely see through. The dress was a black party dress with a low cut v in the front, thus permitting her from wearing a bra. The dress also dipped in the back, revealing most of her back and then just covering her ass.

Sam also sent her some lube and some ben wa balls. He told her in his email to lube her pussy, put the balls inside, and then pull on her lace panties.

Kara blushed as she lubed her hole and then slipped the balls inside. These balls had little chimes in them, which she could hear when she pulled up her panties. She would be jingling like a jingle bell every time she moved!

Then, she pulled her party dress on. Looking in the mirror, she knew the outfit left nothing to the imagination. You could see her nipples through the thin fabric as well as the outline of her panties.

The dress was also extremely short, riding up as she walked so that she had to constantly pull it down to preserve her modesty. For the final touch, she slipped on her black, knee-high boots. Kara gazed at her mirrored reflection and realized that she looked like a hooker!

She felt a bit panicky, but then relaxed because she would be at home with Sam, and no one else would see her like this.

Suddenly, Kara heard the lock turn. He was early! The first words she heard heard were, “Come present yourself, my slut.” With a pounding heart, Kara went to the door and saw him there.

At six foot four, he towered over her five foot five frame. He was so muscular and handsome in person, he took her breath away.

“You look fantastic, little slut,” said her master. “Much too nice muğla escort to stay in! Grab your coat, let’s go out,” Sam said.

“But, master,” began Kara. Sir cut her off with a slap to her face. She yelped in shock.

He took her face in his hands and said, “Did we not agree you would fully submit this week? If you don’t obey, I will leave right now. If I stay, you have already earned a punishment!”

Although Kara was shocked, all she stammered was, “I want to please you, I’ll get my coat.” Kara quickly grabbed her long white coast and tied it at the waist. Well, at least I can wear this to cover myself while we’re out, she thought.

A light dust of snow began falling as she followed her master to the car. He opened the door for her, and her ben wa balls jingled as she sat down. “I hear your balls in your slut hole-good slut,” master said with a wink.

They made small talk as they drove down the mountain. Kara asked where they were going and he said, “A surprise outing for the Christmas slut. I want to show you off, not keep you cooped up all week in the cabin.”

They came to a stop in front of a dark, dingy mountain bar, nothing more than a hole in the wall. When they walked in, the bar was fairly empty, except for the bartender and two men shooting pool.

They all stared at one another, with the mountain crowd clearly recognizing that Kara and Sam were from out of town. All eyes were on Kara as Sam guided her to the bar.

Sam ordered two beers and two vodka shots and Kara began to sit down. Just as she did, Sam grabbed Kara’s wrist and said, “Take your coat off and relax. It’s too hot in here to wear that.”

Knowing she had no choice, and wanting to please master, she slowly removed her coat while looking down at her feet, hoping the other patrons would not notice her attire. She eased herself onto the bar stool and crossed her legs.

“Have I taught you nothing, Slut Kara,” questioned Sam. “Open your legs when you sit. I want you showing off your red holiday panties! Actually, I want you to turn on your stool and face the men playing pool, and open your legs so they can see your panties. I want you to spread your legs wide for them. This is your punishment for not wanting to go out,” Sam said with an evil grin.

Kara quickly downed her shot, figuring she could use some more liquid courage. She turned on her stool, leaned her body back on the bar for balance and angled her frame towards the pool players. Slowly, she spread her legs wide. She felt a blush creep over her entire body and felt so ashamed.

In moments, the men shooting pool were looking at her and Sam happily waved them over. The bar tender sauntered over too, interested in this slut who was becoming a spectacle in a small town bar on a slow night.

“What do we got here,” asked the first man. He was a stocky guy, with a think southern accent. ordu escort He had a rebel flag tattoo on his bicep and a ball cap pulled low on his head. He looked at Sam for an answer, just as his redneck friend said, “Wow, you can see her pussy right through her panties!”

“Gentlemen, this is my online slut, Kara,” explained Sam. “She is here to entertain you this evening. She loves public humiliation by strangers and will do whatever you say. My only rule is, you can’t fuck her.”

Kara kept her legs spread and looked down, head hung in shame. Tears started to fall down her eyes. She had discussed with Sam that public humiliation by strangers was a turn on, but had never thought she would actually be in the situation.

“Come on Kara, don’t cry. Make these men happy. Stand up and give them a nice Christmas show,” said Master Sam.

Kara stood up slowly, wiped her tears and held her head back. She decided to try to preserve what little dignity she had left. However, her ben wa balls started to jingle when she stood up, causing her to flush again in shame. “What was that,” asked the stocky man.

“She is wearing pleasure balls in her pussy that have bells inside. When she walks, they stimulate her pussy and jingle,” Sam told the patrons. “I’ve never heard of that,” chimed in the bartender. “Have her walk around some and make those balls jingle for us,” he said.

“You heard him, Kara,” Sam said. Suddenly, he gave her ass a hard smack, which made the balls jingle inside her and all the men laugh. “Walk around and jingle your bells!”

Kara started to walk around the bar, shaking her ass to make the bells ring. The men whooped at her, and then the stocky one complained he couldn’t hear enough jingling.

“Get over here, Kara,” master yelled. “You need to please these strangers like you please me. They can’t hear the Christmas jingle in your pussy loud enough. I want you to do 100 jumping jacks for them so they can hear your holiday bells. In fact, I want them to also see your jiggling tits, so push your dress down and let your jugs out before you start jumping.”

Resided to her fate of pleasing these burly mountain men, Kara pulled the top of her dress down and her shapely tits were out on display. To her embarrassment, her nipples stood out hard, revealing to the men that she was turned on.

They all laughed and made comments about her hard nipples. “Gentlemen, Kara is being such a good slut, that I want to give her a present now, before she makes her balls jingle.”

Master Sam pulled some nipple clamps out of the breast of his jacket, but they weren’t just any clamps-they were holiday clamps. The “chain” attaching the two clamps was actually white Christmas garland with little tiny jingle bells attached. “Would you boys like to put these on her,” Sam asked the mountain men.

The men didn’t hesitate to grab the clamps, laughing osmaniye escort as each one clamped a nipple. The clamps hurt, and Kara bit down on her lip to stifle the pain.

She could see herself in the bar mirror and realized what she was: A decorated slut for the holidays. She looked ridiculous with her nipple garland and the men continued to laugh.

“OK, Kara, jump for us-and count your jumping jacks, we’re ready to hear you jingle all the way,” crowed Sam.

Kara decided to quickly do the jumping jacks. She counted aloud and her nipple clamped tits bounced up and down, and you could hear the bells sing from her tits and pussy.

When she finished, she was flushed and the men were all stroking their cocks in their jeans. She was hoping they were done and could go home to the safety of the cabin, but she was not that lucky.

“Good job, Jingle Tits,” said the bartender. “Now you got all of us hard!”

“Kara, you need to make all these cocks go down. Shame on you for getting all these strangers hard,” chided Sam. “Get your dress off, and go lay on your back on the pool table,” he told the slut. “Oh, and may as well take your panties off too, after all they are see-though”

The men watched as Kara pulled her dress off and then the little lace panties. She climbed onto the pool table and laid down. Since all modesty was lost, she went ahead and spread her legs, knowing master would make her do it anyway. The four men surrounded her on the table, their bulges evident. Kara’s waxed pussy looked delicious and she was glistening in pussy juice down below.

As if in a trance, the men all removed their cocks from their pants. Master Sam brought over a pool cue and handed it to Kara.

“We are going to whack off while you masturbate with this,” Sam said. Be sure to jingle all your bells for us, slave.” Kara couldn’t believe she was going to have to use a pool cue in her pussy while these men jacked off! “Hurry up and get it in,” Sam ordered.

Kara placed the cue between her legs, ready for insertion. Then, Sam said, “Don’t be a stupid slut, I want you humping the big end of the stick!”

Kara turned the cue around, knowing she was about to stretch and punish her hole for the enjoyment of strangers.

She inserted the bulbous end of the pool stick in her wet pussy and started humping. The men all started whacking their cocks, faster and faster while she humped the pool stick, making her titty and pussy bells jingle for all to hear!

When they came, the men drenched her with cum. Master Sam squirted her face, the bartender and stocky guy covered her tits and the other redneck spewed all over her cunt.

Kara came all over the pool stick, humping like a jingle bell whore. As she came, the men laughed, calling her a slut and chiding her for cumming on a pool stick.

The bartender gave them all rags to clean up. Kara wiped her sweaty, cum drenched body, and then slid on her panties, followed by her party dress and winter coat. Master told her to keep her holiday tit clamps on.

Master Sam threw a $20 on the bar but the bartender insisted it was on the house and told him to bring Kara back anytime.

They exited the bar into the snowy night, Kara’s pussy and tits still jingling.

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(This is a continuation of a previous story, where June – a 1950s housewife – caught a young neighbor watching her pleasure herself upon a washing machine.)

*

She hung the laundry to dry. Went around to the front of the house, opened the gate in the white picket fence and began walking down the tree-lined street.

A few minutes later, June was knocking on her neighbor’s door. After a moment, Monica answered.

“Hello Monica.”

“Oh June, do come in. May I get you some tea?”

“Oh, that’s too kind of you. But I’ve actually come to see Jeremy. I was wondering if I could borrow him for a moment. My husband is at work and I need a strong young man to help me lift some boxes into the attic.”

Monica turned to the interior of the house, “JEREMY!” she bellowed. Not hearing a response, she called again.

From inside the house, a young man yelled back, “Whaddya want?!”

Jeremy Stevens was eighteen. A bit of a pushover at James Madison High School, he was the frequent target of bigger bullies. He had never kissed a girl and didn’t play sports. He came bouncing down the stairs, a flushed look on his face. “Ma, I’m busy –”

He stopped midway down the stairs when he saw June.

“What is she doing here?” It was more accusation than question.

June thought she heard a note of panic in his voice and he seemed somewhat out of breath.

Monica waved a finger at her son, “Manners, Jeremy! You’re going to apologize to Mrs. etiler escort Smith for being so impolite and then you are going to go help her lift some boxes into her attic.”

“But…but…I can’t! I’ve got homework to do!” The words fumbled out of him.

“It’s been summer vacation for the last two weeks. You don’t have any homework.” Monica looked at June and sighed, “I’m so sorry, June, I just don’t know what’s gotten into him.”

“It’s OK,” June said.

“Yeah, ma — it’s OK.”

“No, no it’s not. You will apologize to Mrs. Smith. You will go and help her. And when you return, you and I might have to have one of our special conversations.”

“BUT MA!”

“Would you like for us to have that conversation here in front of Mrs. Smith?”

Silence.

“And don’t think I wouldn’t do it young man. You may be going to college in the fall but I AM still your mother. ” There was steel in her voice.

More silence. Monica shrugged, “Ok — go get my hairbru –“

“No! No! I’m sorry Mrs. Smith.” The boy took a deep breath. “Let’s go.”

They walked in silence the two blocks to the Smith house. In the backyard, laundry hung drying over the clothesline. June looked down and realized that the fly to Jeremy’s pants had been unzipped since he came down from his bedroom. Neither she nor his mom had noticed it before.

Once inside June locked the front door.

Jeremy looked around hopefully, bağcılar escort “Where’s the boxes?

“You were spying on my this morning, Jeremy.”

The young man looked away from June. “No, no I wasn’t. That was somebody else.”

“No, Jeremy, that was you. I saw you in the window. You were looking in our basement window. You were looking at…” June slapped him. Hard. The sudden anger surprised her and she slapped him again. Then she began pounding her small fists against his chest.

“Stop! Stop! Mrs. Smith! I’m sorry — I didn’t want to see you, but I did and then I couldn’t not look and I’m real sorry and don’t tell my mom!! Stop, please!” The teenager, being slightly larger than June pushed the small woman away.

His words continued to come out in a torrent, “Don’t tell my mom about it. I’m already in trouble ’cause I what I said and I’m gonna get it when I get home. She’d kill me if she knew. Especially since you were…you know.” He stopped. He looked at June. He saw her on the washing machine. Naked. Wanton. Legs spread. Fingering herself.

June blushed. “What’s your mother going to do to you, Jeremy?”

He looked at the floor. The grandfather clock in the hall began to strike noon.

“Tell me. The phone is right over there. I’ll call her right now.”

Jeremy looked up. “You can’t. Cause then you’d have to tell her what you were doing.”

“No, Jeremy. No I won’t have topkapı escort to. You see, I don’t have to tell her about the spying. I’ll just let your mother know l caught you taking a pair of my underwear and one of my brassieres off of the line in the basement. That you were down there getting the boxes and I came down and caught you.”

He was beaten and he knew it.

“So what is your mother going to do to you?”

“She’s going to spank me. Probably. That’s what one of her ‘special conversations’ means.”

“Will it be on your bare bottom?” June thought of her husband removing her nightgown that morning for her own punishment.

“Yes.”

“Will she use her hand? Or something else?”

“Dunno. Depends upon how mad she is. Probably her hand – maybe her hairbrush.”

It was then June noticed the young man’s erection pushing the white of his underwear through the open fly. A horrible thought came to her about what Jeremy had been doing when she showed up at his house. About who and what he had been thinking about.

She knew then what she had to do. She had known it at some level when she cleaned herself up, dressed and hung the laundry on the line. She had known when she had lied to Monica about the nonexistent boxes.

“Come with me.” Taking Jeremy by the hand, she led the quaking youth into the master bedroom.

She pulled his pants down. Lifted his underwear over his erect penis and pulled it down his thighs. She then picked up her husband’s belt.

“But…”

“Shhhhhh….”

Doubling up the belt in her hand, June felt more than a little trepidation.

“Bend over Jeremy.”

END

Epilogue:

That night, June’s husband came out of the bedroom. He held the belt in his hand. “Little One, why was this on the table next to your bed?”

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Note from the Author:

This is a story about ABDL. The first word being Adult. All sexual encounters center around Adults, above the age of 18. This story also contains BDSM, plushophilia, watersports, and various other fetishes. For those that are grammar freaks, please don’t comment on my improper grammar use. I could care less. I do my best with spell and grammar check. I do ask for all to comment on their thoughts of the story, but don’t down any fetish or other things you may not like to do or not do. Please enjoy.

Prolog:

Isabella recently discovered that she is an Adult Toddler, and is finding her path in this new life changing journey. Her best friend and fuck buddy Hazel, a transgender, is helping her to find the path. The best way to introduce Isabella into this new life was for Hazel to introduce Isabella to her life long friend Jade. Their relationship continues to grow quickly, as well as Isabella’s acceptance of her new life and sexual fetishes.

Story:

Before leaving Walmart, Isabella slipped into the bathroom and changed out the pink bra she had been wearing, for the white nursing bra. Isabella took a few minutes to learn how to quickly unfasten the nursing flap of the bra.

By the time both were on the bike, with Jade in front, Isabella was able to unfasten them through her dress, and left them that way, as she begun her first nursing session.

As she had one arm wrapped around Jade’s wait, the other hand was pinching and pulling on her nipple, while using her other three fingers to massage her breast.

Thirty minutes later, they pulled up to a very well off gated community. Along the entrance road were several English Cottage styled homes. Varying from one to two stories, and different sizes.

Jade pulled into the first one by the exit gate. Which was a beautiful two story cottage. The double entrance doors were made of a deep dark cherry wood. Jade parked the motorcycle in the circle driveway.

Isabella’s breath was taken away from her as they walked in. All the wood, including the floors, was the same deep dark cherry. The upstairs was a loft area, and fenced off by a black wrought iron railing, with a wood banister. Which continued all the way down the stairs.

The place was an open air design. With a kitchen off to the left, that even a chef would be jealous of. It was old world styled, where even the commercial size double door refrigerator looked as it it had been made back in early eighteen hundreds.

There was a massive dark gray stone fireplace to the immediate left of the foyer. With an old Victorian couch, that actually looked like a person could easily fall asleep on it.

The fabric was black and blood red stripped. A large foot stool laid in front of it. Two Victorian chairs flanked each side of the couch, and all having the same material and cushion as the couch.

A seventy two inch LED tv was mounted just above the mantle.

To the right was a wall, which had a red wine faux finish, as all the walls did. Two large wooden doors were between the foyer and stair case.

Behind the living room was a massive dark cherry wood table, with ten matching chairs, and a black wrought iron chandelier was seven feet above it.

A low soft light shown below the entire length of the plant ledges. Which wrapped around the entire house, just below the second floor level.

A wooden door was next to the dining area, which lead to the massive laundry room, and then on to the rear garage.

A sliding glass door was next to the kitchen, leading into the backyard from what Isabella could tell.

“Grab your backpack and bra’s, and come see the loft area,” Jade said excitedly.

Isabella followed Jade up the stairs to the loft area. A massive four poster hand carved bed stood in the middle. A small table and two chairs made up the sitting area next to a built in bookshelf.

Gothic plushies of all shapes and sizes were all over the bed, in the chairs, and filled the bookcase.

To the right of the loft was two large wooden arched that lead into the massive closet. One side had several dresses of various styles and lengths. Along with various clothes she had never seen before, and some night gowns. Under which were several different pairs of shoes and gothic boots. It started by the left arc, and wrapped around to the middle, which was where a huge built in makeup table was at. Then the clothes rack continued to the other side of the arch.

The next clothing area had blouses, camisoles, and shirts. The bottom was filled with various skirts and pants.

Isabella had never seen so many clothes in a closet before. Jade could open up her own gothic clothing store.

Between the two arches was a body length mirror, flanked on both sides by chest of drawers, each with four drawers.

“Let’s get comfortable,” Jade said, already helping Isabella out of her dress.

Jade used the moment to sneak in a long passionate kiss, as she helped kırklareli escort Isabella remove her clothing.

Jade removed the skirt and blouse she had borrowed from Isabella, and hung all of it up in the front part of the closet. Both girls were now wearing only diapers, nursing bras, and heels.

“Let me show you the bathroom now.”

On the other side of the loft was another large wooden curved arch that led into the Master Bath.

Isabella could fit her apartment in it.

On the right side of the arch was a tall linen closet, with a dirty clothes hamper. Against the right wall was a child’s potty chair, which was actually hooked up to plumbing, and a bidae. Then a luxurious four person Jacuzzi corner tub took up half of the right and back walls.

A towel warmer was between the tub and huge walk in shower that had a bech in the back. The shower controls were above the towel warmer.

On the left wall as a large two basin sink, with the bowls on top of the dark brown granite counter top, and faucets that came out of the mirror.

Finally a changing table large enough to hold an adult was last. With four drawers on the side, and a shelf with a baby powder container and lotion on it. It even had a few small sized teddy bears on it.

All of the bathroom marble was dark red with swirls of black mixed in. The floor was wooden as well.

“This is just simply breathe taking beautiful,” Isabella said, full of amazement.

“Want me to blow you mind, and possibly you cunny.”

“Go for it.”

Jade led Isabella back down stairs. The door closest to the front door was a normal office, with a top of the line incline treadmill Isabella herself almost bought from a late night paid program.

It was decked out with a bad ass sound system, and a large LCD monitor that allowed you to jog along the Cancuun beaches, or hike up mountain trails. The treadmill automaticly raised, lowered, and controlled the speed.

They walked through the large shared bathroom, which had a tub/shower combo, a sink by each door, a toilet and bidae in between the middle of the sinks. Linen cabinets were above both the toliet and bidae.

“If you ever want to use a icky toliet, here is the only one. Good girls use a potty chair,” Jade said with a knowing smile.

Isabella actually creamed when she walked into the next room, not a lot, but she still creamed.

It was a little girl’s dream come true. It had built in book cases that went from the main door all the way to the back wall, they were filled with all sorts of toys, barbies, dolls, plushies, board and card games, children’s books, lots of coloring books, with crayons, a crayon maker, scented markers, and colored pencils.

Mounted on the back wall was a dry erase board and a chalk board. Between the two large windows was a doll sized English Castle, filled with Barbies and Barbie accessories.

Large black nets hung from each corner of the room filled to the brim with stuffed animals.

In the middle of the room was a Nightmare Before Christmas child’s table with four chairs. Three of which had a lamb, a brown teddy bear, and a stuffed Godzilla.

“I wonder how much use Godzilla has gotten,” Isabella teased.

“Oh quite a bit. I have another one on the back porch that I was entertaining yesterday,” Jade said with a smile.

“One more thing I want to show you. Then we can play.”

Isabella was led to a door under the stairs. She almost creamed herself again when Jade opened the door.

It housed a black floor to ceiling enclosed server rack. Complete with several patch panels for network, coax, HDMI, and telephone cables. Underneath sat a cable box, a voice over ip modem, a Playstaion 3, and Xbox 360, and two twenty four port power over ethernet gigabyte Cisco switches.

On the bottom was a corporate class server with twenty two terabyte hard drives. It even had a dual blu-ray rewrite drives.

“How much was the setup?”

“Oh I just had to pay for parts and materials. I conned Hazel into doing the cabling with me, while I did the rest by myself. Including the media server.”

“So if my mom would have asked questions?”

“Oh I could have answered them. Listen to this. Hello Shelly.”

“Hello Jade. How are you today,” a sensual feminine voice said from no where.

“I am doing well, and you?”

“Everything checks out above standards. The air is at 72 degrees. May I assist you?”

“Yes dark slow playlist at a low volume.”

“Your wish is always my need, my love.”

Music began playing just in the server room.

“She follows you around the house with infared sensors, but they are set not to detect small animals. I can even use my phone to issue commands remotely.”

“Ok, I am in love with a machine,” Isabella admitted with a look of admiration, as she gazed at the server.

“Sorry but I am a one cunt Lady,” Shelly replied.

“Sorry, but Hazel had a little fun with her.” afyon escort

“Oh I can Imagine the fun.”

“Listen to this. Wiggle Shelly,” Jade said smirking.

Moans and gasps began filling the room.

“Wiggle?”

“My mom caught me humping in the living room once, and told me to wiggle in my room.”

Finally Shelly moaned out, “Oh fuck yeah, Jade. I love that little japanese cunt of yours.”

“Hazel’s little tweak.”

“I figured.”

“Shelly I have a friend with me. Her name is Isabella.”

“Welcome Isabella,” said in a warm and pleased tone.

“Nice to meet you Shelly,” Isabella replied.

“You as well.”

“Now Shelly will recognize your voice in the future. You just tell her what music or movie you want, and she will do the rest.”

“Including wiggling for me,” Isabella said laughing.

Shelly began her moans once again, and both girls laughed.

“You need a smoke,” Jade asked.

“Oh yeah. I did cream in the play room.”

“I know.”

Jade grabbed two bud lights from the refrigerator, and showed Isabella to the covered and screened in porch.

There was a outside couch, with two chairs, and an astray sat on the glass coffee table.

At one end was a in ground hot tub, and the other had a stone walkway from the fence, with several small lavender thorn-less rose bushes along the way, and pathway lights.

Jade lit both of them a cigarette from a pack she had gotten at Walmart.

Isabella grabbed the Godzilla, pulled out the stuffed worm from her diaper, put the back of Godzilla against the crotch of her plastic panties, and slowly began humping.

Isabella also opened the flaps of her new black nursing bra, and began pinching and pulling her nipples with her free hand.

“This is nice,” Isabella commented.

“The house or Godzilla.”

“Both. But I really do love the house. I would never leave it.”

“I felt the same for a while to, but I designed it to be a social house, filled with people. But only my parents and Hazel ever came over, and I got too lonely staying here. That’s why I went to Europe for so long.”

“I can understand. I would have too.”

“Your really the first guest I have had here.”

“Guest. Is that what I am,” Isabella teased.

“You are much more. Here let me help you with that lonely nipple.”

Jade began pulling and pinching on the nipple Isabella wasn’t playing with.

“Would you like me to bare hump this Godzilla, while you watch,” Isabella suggested, with a large knowing grin.

“Oh yeah,” was all Jade could get out.

Isabella stood, pulled off her pee and cunt juice filled diaper, knelled back on the couch, and began humping slowly against the backside of the plush Godzilla.

Jade sat next to her, with one leg on the couch, and one on the bronze stained concrete, using the edge of the couch to hump, and resumed playing with Isabella’s left nipple and breast.

Isabella reached down with her free hand, splitting apart her pussy lips around Godzilla’s back, starting to hump just a little faster.

The soft gothic instrumental music was playing low in the background, while Jade watched the girl she was starting to have deep feelings for hump.

Crinkling from Jade’s diaper could be heard, while Isabella watched Jade humping, transfixed on her crotch, hungering for what it contained. She herself felt feelings of affection and caring develop, for the lonely japanese girl that had shown her how much could be truly enjoyed as an ABDL.

Isabella wanted Jade to see how much she could cream, and began grinding down on the stuffed Godzilla, it also helped that the plush back spikes were sending signals of immence pleasure through out her body, whenever her swollen clit hit one.

Jade traded her hand for her mouth, and made sure she could gaze down upon Isabella’s cunt, while she sucked, nibbled, and tugged on Isabella’s hardened brown nipple.

Isabella leaned her head back, and allowed the sensations of pleasure to overtake her body and down into her soul. With loud moans telling Jade how much she was enjoying this.

Jade could not help but to replace her mouth with her hand on Isabella’s nipple, and began passionately kissing Isabella’s already partly opened plump lips.

Isabella was close to orgasming, and ground against the plushie for all it was worth.

“Watch,” was all Isabella could say, just as the endorphin filled orgasm began spreading through her body.

Jade did watch, as the heavy flow and occasional squirt of Isabella’s thick creamy juices came from Isabella’s pussy. Jade was mesmerized.

After a few deep breathes, Isabella regained motor control over her body, and wiped her cunt dry with the entire plushie.

“Your turn,” Isabella said smiling, and handed the Godzilla over to Jade.

Jade slipped out of her piss filled diaper, and knelled back on the couch, putting the partly soaked Godzilla against her amasya escort bare shaven pussy.

“He feels so good now,” Jade commented, and smiled.

Jade began grinding faster against the back of the stuffie, when Isabella unfastened one of her nursing flaps, and began sucking out the containts of her breast, massaging the luxuriously soft flesh between her fingers.

“Oh god, I’m not going to last as long,” Jade moaned out.

Isabella had just enough time to look down on Jade’s cunt before globs of clear golden sticky secretions began pouring out.

“Oh no,” Jade said franticly.

Isabella watched with delight, as Jade began releasing her liquid gold all over Godzilla.

“Here let me clean you,” Isabella said, grabbing the Godzilla, placing it on the ground, and began licking Jade’s dripping wet cunt, while starting to hump the cunt juice and pee soaked stuffie against her bare pussy.

Jade sat back on the couch, scooted her pussy closer to Isabella’s face, and wrapped her legs around Isabella’s back.

Jade loved Isabella’s talented mouth. No girl had ever matched the pleasure she could provide, until Isabella ate her out the night before, and she loved it.

Licking Jade from asshole to clit, Isabella realized how hungry she had been for just the simple taste of Jade’s wondrous cunt. For her it was one of the best she had ever tasted, musky with sex and hints of sweetness.

Isabella began grinding down hard on Godzilla, as she breached the inside of Jade’s vaginal opening with her tongue, enjoying all of the new and old tastes it provided. Isabella could tell Jade even douched. Girls can always tell.

Jade moaned loudly, as Isabella’s tongue fucked her cunny faster and faster. It didn’t go down very deep, but it filled her up. She couldn’t help herself, when she grabbed both of Isabella’s pigtails, and made Isabella ram her cunt with her tongue.

Isabella only ground down into the plushie faster, as Jade pulled back and fourth on her pigtails.

Jade’s inner thighs clamped down on Isabella’s head, as the massive orgasm raged through out her entire being.

Isabella watched as the clear sticky honey gushed and squirted from Jade’s cunt, licking up every drop that came out.

Only seconds passed before Isabella’s creamy secretions only soaked Godzilla more.

Isabella put her old diaper back on Jade, and put Jade’s used diaper on herself, then sat back on the couch, cuddling up to Jade.

Jade lit both of them another cigarette.

“That is the third first for me, with you,” Jade stated.

“What were the first two,” Isabella said teasingly.

“The first is having a lady lick me to orgasm with a magical tongue, and the second was you fucking me with your own cunt. Most girls just have a few licks, then half way through they finger bang me. I am the one that usually ends up pleasuring their cunt with my mouth.”

“Because of you make lemonade and bake brownies?”

“Yeap.”

“That is horrible. I really like your golden juice. So I will lap it up everytime,” Isabella admitted.

“Have you enjoyed them before?”

“My own pee once, never a brownie. But I was always to scared to ask. Luckily I need never ask with you,” Isabella admitted grinning.

“Where did you learn to fuck like that?”

“I was working a contract job in Orlando, and there was a Subway sandwich shop next to the place I was working. The Manager was one hundred percent Dyke. But she was a shy one. So one day I fixed myself up as sexy as I could, and walked in swaying my hips. She finally mentioned how beautiful I looked, and I whispered that I look better naked. She fucked me hard that night, and I even got rug burns from it. She also tongue fucked me the next night. So I learned how to enjoy a lady from her.”

“How awesome. I have also always wanted to go to Orlando. I have always wanted to see the Harry Potter area.”

“They built that after I was there. But I never went, I really didn’t have much time for play.”

“Because you were fucking with all of your free time,” Jade teased.

“True,” Isabella said smiling.

“If I don’t milk at least three times a day I start leaking,” Jade admitted to Isabella, with a smile on her face.

“Well since I will be helping out a friend,” Isabella teased, while unfastening one of Jade’s nursing flaps.

As the soft full and firm breast fell out, Isabella found dribbles of milk flowing down from the hard swollen nipples, and knew she was converted to breast milk.

Not wanting to waste any, Isabella closed her lips around the nipple, and began suckling it for milk, as she gently squeezed the soft large mass of flesh between her fingers.

Jade could feel the pleasure Isabella was getting from enjoying her breast milk.

Jade unfastened her other nursing flap, allowed the breast to fall free, and manipulated the nipple into her own mouth, sucking the milk fresh from it.

Isabella couldn’t help but to watch in amazement, as Jade sucked her own nipple. She hoped hers would get as large as Jade’s so she could do the same.

Both girls had resorted to grinding, as they continued the quest for milk. Allowing the moment to be enjoyed by both.

After a few orgasms, and both breast had been thoroughly sucked for milk, Jade fastened them back into the nursing bra, with help from Isabella.

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It was obvious to him from the start that Kat was dominant. She was very attractive, with the athletic appearance of the kind you see in photos of women’s track and field events. When Kat first saw Rick at the bookstore she decided that he was the kind of guy she wanted. She noticed him frequently looking at her, and after a while she came over to him with a friendly smile and asked if he would take a look at her laptop computer to determine why it was not working well. Flustered by the unexpected attention, he blushed and stammered that he would be glad to. She said it was in her car, and they could look at it there.

He followed her out of the bookstore. She was rather tall in her heels, and her long stride was that of a very self-assured woman.

“I can’t wait to get out of these hose and heels,” she said as she unlocked her car. “Tell you what — instead of sitting here in the heat, let’s take my laptop into the snack bar and you can look at it in there.”

Kat ordered dessert and coffee for both of them while the machine rebooted, and she made a point of looking directly at him with probing eyes and smiling sexily while he investigated her complaint that the computer was running slowly. He was fascinated that her computer desktop wallpaper image consisted of a collage of various bondage and discipline items — a cat-o-nine-tails, a wooden paddle, a riding crop, and even an enema bag, for heaven’s sake!

While he worked, Kat asked him a myriad of questions and found out his situation — that he was basically available and submissive. She also employed some techniques to determine how desperate he was for sex. After he finished correcting a few things and showed her that her laptop ran faster, she thanked him profusely and then became more direct with him.

She lowered her voice almost to a whisper, leaned forward, and grasped his hand. She knew that he liked her attention. She thrust one leg forward until it made contact with his.

“I’m going to take a risk and be rather direct,” she said. “I think we would get along well in bed.” She waited for his look of surprise and eagerness, and continued. “I’ve got to warn you, though. I’m dominant, and I’m kinky. If you’re interested, I’ll say more.” She drew back and dispassionately waited for the answer she knew was forthcoming.

He assured her that he would like to hear more, and she drew near again. “I have a very high-stress job — lots of frustrations. I took the day off today to recover and get away from it. I’m not available for play during the week, so when the weekend comes, I’m ready to make up for it. I let my hair down and my inhibitions out.” Kat was sure that her new friend had an erection that pressed against the confines of his pants, and continued. “I’ll give you a good hard spanking, then a nice big enema or two. After that, I’ll have my way with you, in several different ways, till you beg for mercy.”

Kat giggled.

“Look at the time,” she exclaimed. “I’ve got to get home and out of these clothes. Here’s my phone number — call me tomorrow if you want a new experience this weekend.” Then, with a sexy giggle as she talked, she instructed him, “Don’t take matters into your own hand, now. I want you to save up every drop for the weekend.” She reached under the table and put her hand on his crotch, felt the hardness there, and giggled again. “He’ll be busy this weekend. Bye now.” Then she got up and left.

Kat got the expected phone call the next day, and told him to meet her for a light dinner at a restaurant close to her place on Friday evening.

During dinner she teased him, subtly suggesting that if he went along with her plans she was insatiable for sex. By the end of the meal he was totally submissive to her, and she gave him directions to her house.

The first thing she had him do when he was at her place was to strip totally. She watched as he removed his clothes, and smiled at his slight mental discomfort as his erect cock protruded straight out. Kat, of course, remained fully dressed.

“Let’s go to my bedroom,” she instructed, and led the way. Once in her room, she turned around and lightly fingered his cock for a few moments. His breathing deepened as did his desperation.

“How about a spanking,” she sexily whispered, knowing that a submissive male is more than willing to offer his ass to an attractive woman.

“Yes.. Yes ma’am,” he quavered.

She pointed to a firm cylindrical pillow on the floor. “Pick that up, put it on the edge of the bed, and bend over it with your feet on the floor,” she commanded. He scrambled to do as she told. When he was positioned, she added, “Arms stretched out in front!”

He instantly complied, and Kat continued. “Now you are presented for the paddle. Whenever I tell you to present yourself for the paddle, this is what you do. Always. And if you are dressed, you pull your pants down enough to bare your bottom.” She leisurely fetched a hardwood paddle and began.

He exclaimed loudly with each hard swat. The beyoğlu escort paddle always hurts more than expected. When he kicked his legs, she admonished him to keep still. Twenty hard swats she gave before she stopped. She lightly touched his blazing bottom and ran her fingertips all around. “Nice and red,” she commented. She continued the soft caresses until he started to softly moan with pleasure at her touch. “I’d like to give you an enema,” she sensuously whispered. “Would you like Nurse Kat to give you a nice, warm, sudsy enema?” She continued her touching.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Well, tell me that you want it!”

“N-Nurse Kat,” he stammered, “Please give me an enema.”

“A nice warm, sudsy enema?”

“Yes, please! A warm sudsy enema!”

“Okay, I’m going to fix a warm, soapsuds, two quart enema! Then you’re going to offer your ass to me and I’ll stick the nozzle in. You will take every last drop and hold it until I tell you to get rid of it. You’ll feel so full, but you’ll stay holding it. (giggle) Will you do that for Nurse Kat?”

“Oh, yes!”

“Good. Stay right there while I fix it.”

Kat prepared a two quart soapsuds enema and called him into the bathroom. She had him kneel on the floor with his head down. After teasing him to a desperately erect state, she inserted the large nozzle and started the flow. His intense arousal assured his cooperation with Kat. The fluttering in his tummy that he felt in anticipation turned to a distressing fullness as the liquid inexorably intruded. Kat reduced the flow rate, though she never stopped the enema. She took sensuous delight in her charge’s utterances of distress. After the enema was completely inside him, Kat left the nozzle in place while she made sure he retained it for the requisite five minutes.

He moaned and exclaimed from the fullness and the occasional cramping. Kat spoke reassuringly to him while she fingered his cock. At long last, she let him get up to expel, and told him to clean up in the shower afterward. While he did so, she had ample time to prepare for the next step.

When he entered the bedroom after getting cleaned up, he was treated to a breathtaking sight — Kat was lying on the bed, totally naked, her legs partially spread, her hair down. His hungry eyes took in the beauty of the scene – her firm, smooth legs, her inviting thighs, her sensuous pubic hair, her firm abdomen and breasts, and finally, her bright smile.

Kat placed her hands behind her head as she lay there. “Do me with your mouth,” she softly said in a near whisper. “I want to see if you’re any good at eating pussy.”

He eagerly tasted her nectar and in the course of twenty minutes, gave her two orgasms. When she calmed down from her orgasmic crests, she told him, “You may enter me now.”

He savored the moment he had waited for — Kat guided his throbbing member toward her womanhood, and he easily slid inside. She put her arms around him and smiled. “Easy now,” she whispered soothingly, “I love the feel of your cock in me. I want to feel it for a while before you come. Build up slowly, so that every part of your body will feel it when you climax.”

Kat puckered her lips, and he moved in for sensuous kisses as he slowly pumped.

“Oh, and one more thing,” she casually stated. “I told you I was kinky. Every time you come inside me, you must use your mouth on my pussy afterward, and suck me clean. Every time.”

Kat saw the confused desperation in his eyes as he comprehended what she had just told him. She knew that she was no doubt providing the best sex he had ever had, and now she imposed a condition on his getting the relief that he so eagerly craved.

She subtly moved under him, smiled sexily and asked, “Yes?”

His nuts ached for her, especially since he was experiencing a session that a lot of guys would envy. He thought of Kat’s attentions, her beautiful legs and pussy, and his fervent desire to spurt inside her. With a tone of resignation, he whispered, “Yes.”

Kat smiled, placed her hands behind her head, and started to sing a melody without words.

He steadily pumped. A massive ejaculation built up steadily as he plowed and she sang. Her wordless voice seemed to originate from her midsection, and stimulated him further. A moment later, the stimulation was too much for him, and he yielded to the inevitable. Spurt after spurt shot from his cock into Kat’s womanhood as he thrashed about in orgasmic ecstasy.

Kat placed her arms around him and held him inside her for a few moments. Then she grasped his hips and withdrew him. “Okay,” she whispered, and spread her legs slightly. He had some hesitation at first when he saw the translucent white creamy substance oozing from Kat’s attractive womanhood. He brought his resolution to the fore and performed his committed task. Afterward, he reasoned that it was worth it. Kat’s reaction to his oral attention was nothing short of phenomenal. She twisted her hips, she merter escort pounded the bed with her fists, she exclaimed with open-mouthed moans. And, she climaxed hard.

“That was wonderful,” she coarsely whispered. “Let’s get some sleep.” They both slept hard for several hours.

He awoke to the familiar sensation of an early morning erection, and saw Kat smiling at him. She grasped his erection and teased it for a few moments and said, “First, it’s an enema for you. Then we’ll have breakfast and get back to having fun.”

She had him take more than two quarts of enema this time, warm and sudsy, and greatly enjoyed his reaction while he retained it. After a leisurely breakfast, they were back in the bedroom, Kat fully dressed, and her charge completely naked.

“When I tell you to prepare yourself for the strap or the cane, I want you to put the bolster pillow in the center of the bed, and lie face down on top of it with your hips raised. I’m going to give you a good strapping. Prepare yourself.”

Kat retrieved a leather strap, and proceeded to thoroughly redden his nether cheeks. She delighted in his urgent shouts as she delivered stroke after stroke of the leather instrument.

When she stopped, she removed her clothes and donned a strap-on harness with its flexible probe. Then she snapped on a disposable glove.

“Have you ever been taken with a strap-on?” she asked.

“No ma’am.”

Kat giggled. “Turn that pillow around and get on top of it face down so I have good access to you,” she commanded while she retrieved a jar of lubricant. He turned the bolster pillow so that he lay on it lengthwise with his hips and midsection raised.

She generously lubricated his nether portal, and did the same to her probe. When he felt Kat’s strong hands grasp his hips in preparation for entry, he knew without a doubt that however fast, deep, or hard she wanted the probe to go, it would do exactly that. She went slowly at first, getting him accustomed to the intrusion. Her strong hips then fucked him harder and faster. His exclamations intensified her arousal, and she frequently giggled while subjecting him to a strenuous fucking.

“Oh, that felt good!” Kat exclaimed when she pulled out and removed her harness.

Kat had him turn over. She teased his erection for about an hour, and then whispered, “Fuck me. Remember what I told you about sucking me clean afterward.” Then she lay back in a submissively enticing manner. He wasted no time entering Kat’s creamy womanhood. After less than a minute of deep pumping, he profusely erupted inside her. A few minutes later she loudly moaned as he applied his mouth to her freshly sexed pussy. After her whole body shook with her orgasm, they cuddled and rested for a while.

Twice more that day she had him apply his mouth to her pussy without affording him any relief. That evening, she mercilessly teased his cock over an extended time before going to sleep.

Twice during the night she woke him up by fingering his cock, and had him fuck her, followed by his giving her a raucous orgasm when he performed his cleanup duties.

They both slept through much of the following morning, after which she gave him a three quart enema followed by a severe caning. She instructed him to present himself as he did for the strap. As she briskly wielded the cane, he shouted while he pumped and jerked his hips, something that she found arousing. When she took him with her strap-on afterward, she fucked well past the point of his begging her to stop. His cries of, “Oh, Kat! Please! Please stop! Please stop!” served to bring her to a full body orgasm. Only then did she pull out.

As they lay cuddling on the bed afterward, Kat told him how she received her training in being dominant.

“I’ve been on the receiving end of everything that I do,” she began. “When I realized that I was dominant and needed to relieve my workday frustrations on a man’s bottom, I wanted to be sure to know how to do it right, so I enlisted the help of another woman. At first I thought she was just going to show me how to do it. But she insisted that I should go through everything that she did to her boyfriend so I’d know how it felt. At first I did watch for several sessions. Everything, including the enemas, and her boyfriend fucking her. She had the same rule that I have – everything he put into her pussy, he had to clean out with his mouth. That’s so sexy!”

She grasped his cock and fingered it as she talked.

“After several sessions she put me through the paces. She gave me enemas and spankings, and took me with the strapon — in the tail end. She even had her boyfriend fuck her, and then had me clean her pussy once. (Giggle) That was something!”

Kat felt Rick’s erection hardening.

“I see that this excites you. (Giggle) After that, she had me practice on her boyfriend. I gave all kinds of enemas, spankings, and other domination things. I took him with the strapon several güngören escort times. The only thing he didn’t do is fuck me.”

Kat maneuvered so that she was on top of him, and inserted his now hard cock in her womanhood. She smiled and slowly pumped her hips.

“Are you going to come back next weekend?” she asked.

“Ahhhh! Yes!”

Kat kept up her inexorable pumping.

“I want you to not do yourself by hand more than once this coming week. Save the rest for the weekend. You want to put all that in my pussy, don’t you? (Giggle)”

“Unhh! Yes!”

“Are you getting ready to cum? You gonna cum? You gonna cum?”

“Ahhh! Oh God, Kat! Uhh! Uhh! Unhh!”

Kat drained every drop from his reserve, and then lay back while he extracted what he had put in. She experienced a body-shaking orgasm. When they got dressed, she gave him a long, passionate kiss, and sent him home.

During the week Rick had frequent erections just thinking about Kat and the wild weekend. The idea of her giving him enemas excited him, and even the spankings that are so hard to endure when they are happening served to whet his arousal. When he recalled her gorgeous thighs and pussy, and spurting wildly inside her, it took all his resolve to resist taking matters into his own hand. Midway through the week he did allow himself the one time that Kat permitted. Although he still had some reservations about sucking on Kat’s delicious pussy after ejaculating inside her, he admitted to himself that her excited eyes, plus the sight of their combined juices oozing from her freshly sexed pussy almost made it worth it.

Kat frequently jilled herself just before sleep, thinking about the weekend and making plans for the coming session. The relief she got from jilling herself paled in comparison to the rush of arousal from dominating, followed by her sweet orgasms when a guy sucks on her pussy after pumping it full of his cream.

Rick came over that Friday afternoon as planned, and Kat immediately began by ordering him out of his clothes. She set the tone of the weekend by administering a lengthy strapping and gave him a large enema. Later as he lay on the bed with his legs spread and a healthy erection pointing skyward, she alternately teased his erection and flicked her finger against his balls, sometimes softly, most of the time hard enough to make him exclaim. Her sexy giggle alternated with his sometimes anguished shouts.

She brusquely took him with her strap-on, and then they went to bed. She turned out the light and prepared to go to sleep. Rick, for his part, whispered his entreaties. “Please, Kat! Please!” She pretended to ignore him for a while, then turned on the light. She got on her back and spread her legs and told him to kneel between her knees. Then she grasped his member and quickly jerked him off, aiming so that he spurted on the inside of her thigh. She then ordered him to clean the spunk with his mouth. After that, she had him lick her pussy until she climaxed. They both slept after that.

The next morning Kat gave him another large soapsuds enema. After a brisk caning in which he wildly pumped his hips with each stroke, she placed the cane on the nightstand for later use instead of putting it away.

Kat was practically insatiable when she gave him a good working over with her strap-on. Rick’s shouts as she plunged and pounded, served to arouse her to a degree that surprised her.

Afterward, she tied his hands against his sides, had him turn over face up, and straddled his midsection. She inserted his cock into her juicy womanhood and, over the next forty minutes, slowly pumped, with many pauses, to the accompaniment of his desperate and aroused moans. At one point she told him. “This is how I like to be made love to — nice and long, and slowly when necessary. Not all frenzied and over in a flash.” When she was ready for him to spurt the massive load that built up with all the activity thus far, she pumped slightly faster, and did not stop until he ecstatically cried out her name in his ejaculatory convulsions.

Kat giggled, and kept his cock inside her as long as she could. When it slipped out, she said, “Ready for dessert?” and straddled his mouth. As he kissed and sucked on her well creamed womanhood, Kat rode his face and experienced several orgasms.

She untied him, pumped a generous serving of lubricant inside his nether portal, and inserted a self-retaining butt plug. They got dressed and went out for a leisurely meal.

The constant sensation of fullness from the butt plug while being around Kat heightened Rick’s surrender to her. “I want you to wear that butt plug three or four hours a day,” Kat instructed. “Give yourself a couple of enemas in the middle of the week. And NO sexual relief!”

Kat knew that it was not wise to keep her new friend in constant denial of pleasure, so she decided to give him some motivation to return and to obey her instructions when he was away. Back at Kat’s that evening after dinner, she teased his erection until it seeped. Then she told him, “Tonight you can fuck me as much as you want to. If I’m asleep and you want me, just wake me up and I’ll let you in. My pussy rule still stands, though — you give me pleasure with your mouth after you squirt. And remember what I told you this morning about how I like to make love.”

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