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Sitting in class, a Chinese class just like any other, I caught my mind wandering again. Today, our female teacher was conducting the class, while our male teacher sat on the edge of the room, observing.

Mr. Conley, or Hé Laoshi as I usually knew him, was a strange man, kind of quiet. Our female teacher was from China, but Hé Laoshi was American. He was no George Clooney, but he was fairly attractive, and almost six feet tall. He always seemed to be taking in his surroundings, although occasionally he would respond to the class in very amusing ways. And he sometimes went far out of his routine to help one of us out. I found him very likable. I thought he must be around fifty, with his salt and pepper hair. He wore glasses that were like the ones I’ve seen in pictures of my dad when he was in his thirties.

“Fan Qi” The teacher called my Chinese name. I lost track of the drill we were doing, and told her I wasn’t sure of the answer. I could feel Mr. Conley looking at me. Before my daydream I had answered a question with such fluency that I had even surprised myself, and thought he might have been impressed. I was disappointed that I probably disappointed him.

Oh well. I didn’t know how a person could get her teacher’s attention the right way. It’s dangerous, it could be awkward or even dangerous, and I just didn’t think I had the moxie for a stunt like that. What’s more, there’s a specific type of guy I look for. I need him to take charge, and although I thought I could sense my professor’s dominant undertone, I knew my senses could very easily be mistaken.

I liked older guys, and I’d always had a fantasy that some professor would take me and dominate me, maybe in his office, or in some deserted classroom. I wanted him to think of me as an innocent little girl, and then learn about my wilder side, all while teaching me how to please and be pleased in the right ways. It was a lot to ask for.

“Fan Qi” he called on me.

“Duibuqi, qing ni zai shuo yibian” I asked him to repeat himself. In Chinese, he told me that he wanted to see me after class.

I told him I’d could meet him in his office after I used the restroom. Those last ten minutes passed by so quickly, I didn’t even realize class was just ending. I took a deep breath, my heart was pounding, I was caught a little off-guard. I went to the bathroom, checked my appearance, and headed up the stairs to his office. Our class was in the basement, and his office was on the third floor, so I was a little out of breath after I finished hopping up the stairs.

I knocked on his door, he told me to sit down. My mind spinning a little as I sat down, still trying to slow my heartbeat. My palms were sweating, but I didn’t really feel nervous anymore, because his patient look had such a calming effect. What did he want?

“I already sent your recommendation letter for your study abroad this summer.”

“Wow, thank you!” I hadn’t even asked him for one yet—

“But I wanted to talk to you about your performance in class these last few days. I’ve noticed that you seem pretty distracted. Has anything happened with you lately? Is everything alright?”

“Oh, no! Everything’s been pretty good lately, I’m sorry I’ve seemed so distracted, I just have had a lot going on, and I just got caught zoning out a few times today.” I was touched that he was asking about me. Obviously I didn’t want to tell him what was really on my mind. I thanked him for his concern, and told him I would try harder to stay focused, then I took off down the stairs.

With a slow breath to shake off the encounter, I popped in my earbuds and let the sounds of a Talking Heads song carry me to my next class.

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Saturday night was a blast. I went dancing with my friends, and got a little drunk. I knew I shouldn’t have been walking alone, but my friends were going off to a party, and I was fairly certain my ex-boyfriend would be there, so I decided to walk home. It was a nice evening, I was in a great mood, and I thought I was sober enough then that I could still be productive on Sunday.

I walked down the main street, humming to myself as I went. Half a block ahead of me, I saw a few women walk out of a bar and head down the street, the direction I was walking, and then a man. He was walking toward me, and when he came a little closer, I realized it was Mr. Conley! I walked a little taller, trying to walk so that my hips would swing a little more. Then I noticed myself, and laughed a little. I was totally in my own world, when all of the sudden, he was right in front of me. We both stopped walking.

“Laoshi hao” I gave him the proper Chinese greeting for a teacher.

“Fan Qi! What are you doing out so late? Why are you alone?”

“I’m fine, I’m just heading home. What about you?” I was a little drunker than I thought. Moving maybe a little too flirtatiously, I shifted my hips toward him.

“I was just having a drink with some teachers. I’m about to düzce escort head home. Do you live far from here?”

“A few blocks, what about you?” I was smiling sweetly, trying to suggest more than I was saying, but doing it a little awkwardly.

He looked concerned, “Why don’t I walk you to your dorm? Apartment? Where is it?”

I grew a little bolder. Stepping a little closer to him, I touched his arm, and looked up at him. “Why don’t I walk you to yours?”

He stopped, his mouth open. Maybe he was shocked, but I didn’t want this opportunity to slip away. Before he could refuse my offer, I went farther. I grabbed his belt loop and pulled him toward me. “Maybe you’d like to teach me something else today?” I was shocked by my own words, but I tried to stand still and wait for his answer. My hand slipped down slowly to his crotch. He seemed to be stopping to consider something, and then to my surprise, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the entranceway, tucked away from the main sidewalk.

“You’re stepping into a dangerous zone, Ms. Clark. But I’m sensing that you like danger,” He covered my mouth and leaned down so he could speak more softly. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and understood why my invitation incited such a brilliant response. “But I’m going to tell you right now, if you want it—if you want me to teach you that is, it’s going to be on my terms, and you’re going to keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut. I mean it. If I hear one word about this from anyone else, you’re going to find it very difficult to continue in this program.”

I was shocked. I was excited. Changes in relationships are so strange. They can happen so suddenly. A simple first kiss, for example, can make the fumbling awkwardness of a new relationship smooth out completely. But I was thrilled that something that I could normally only fantasize about seemed to be happening to me right now. But there was no awkwardness in his actions, and he did not kiss me.

“We’re going to my office, and you’re going to walk a few paces in front of me on the way there. Don’t turn around, don’t try to look at me– there will be consequences if you break my rules. Get walking.”

So I started moving toward campus. The walk to his office was incredible. It was everything I wanted—I had his attention! I kept thinking of that moment that he went from being my teacher to being more than my teacher. I could tell he was looking at me, into me. He knew there was more to me than my modest clothing and my rather normal student behavior, of that, at least, I was sure. I wanted him to know more of me. I’d kept my sexuality hidden from everyone except just a few guys. Aside from those few people I’d just been a cute girl with bangs who smiled all the time. They had no idea that I could let my hair down, take my clothes off. They didn’t know that I could arch my back and growl hungrily for them, or let them tie me up and have their way with me. I could do it all.

The only thing I couldn’t do was orgasm. In order to orgasm, I needed vibrations. There just wasn’t any other way to do it, and no guy is ever prepared for that, so I either fake it or I focus on his desires, and that’s usually enough to just about satisfy me.

We arrived at the building, and I walked up the stairs. I wasn’t sure what to expect at this point. This was so strange, but I was so turned on. I just tried to wake myself up to the fact that this was real, really real. There was no one in the building, but the doors to the entranceways were usually kept unlocked. It felt nice to get out of the crisp night air. After climbing the stairs up to his office, we arrived. Mr. Conley unlocked the door and turned on a light.

“Have a seat, Ms. Clark.”

“Okay”

“That better be the last time I hear you speak to me without addressing me as ‘Sir’, understood?”

I was elated. “Yes, sir” He was my type; he wanted to take control. He sat down in his chair across the desk from me. I wondered why he didn’t touch me.

“Take off that pathetic little dress of yours, and sit back down. I have a few questions for you.”

I stood up and pulled my dress over my head. It was awkward, not really sexy at all, and I sheepishly sat back down, now half naked.

“You seemed to walk fine on the way here. How much have you had to drink tonight?”

“Not very much…I think I had maybe four or five drinks, sir.”

“Good, that shouldn’t be too much. I don’t want you to get sloppy. Drink this, as much as you can.” He handed me a bottle of water that he got from his drawer.

“Thank you.”

He gave me a moment to drink. I gulped down about half of the bottle. “Now, tell me why you haven’t been focusing in class. I want the truth now.”

“Uh…I” I couldn’t say it. I didn’t know what he wanted me to say, “Well…”

“Is it because you were thinking about getting your little pussy rubbed and licked and fucked? Did you think about that?”

I looked down into edirne escort my lap. There was too much space between us, and I felt exposed. “Yes, sir.”

“You’ve come to a better lesson tonight then. Whores like you all need to be taught a lesson. And I think I’ve got the materials you need.” He opened his bottom desk drawer and fished out a black box. Using a key from his pocket, he unlocked it. He set the box on the floor. “Now, come here.”

Although his speech wasn’t slurred, I could detect the smell of alcohol as I approached him. “Sir?” He grabbed my wrists and pulled me down across his lap, then tugged down my panties.

“I think you need to be disciplined for your lack of effort in class. It’s only a few months until your trip, but you don’t seem to be focused at all. Just five for now, but perhaps there will be more, depending on how fast you learn.”

Thwack! His hand came hard down on the right side of my ass. I flinched and cried out a little.

“I want you thank me for this punishment. Now!”

“Thank you”

“Good. Every time.”

Thwack! “Thank you! Thwack! “Thank you! Thwack! “Thank you!

“Good.”

Thwack! “Thank you, sir.”

“I must admit, I’m surprised you learn so quickly. Or maybe you’ve done this before? Little slut like you, it would make more sense.” I was panting, still a little shocked by what was actually happening to me then. He spoke again “Take off your bra, and sit on the desk.” He took off his own shirt, and walked over to me. My breasts were not huge by any means, but it still felt wonderful to release them. He a hand on my chin, and his other rubbed my breast. “You have a pretty mouth for such a slut. I’m sure you’d love to taste some cock. Remove my belt, and take off my pants. Quickly!”

I did as I was told. After undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, I started to reach for his bulging erection. As soon as I touched it, my head was jerked back by my hair. and I received a sharp slap to the cheek. Startled, I opened my eyes and met his.

“Did I tell you to touch me? Listen, the rule is, you may not touch me unless I expressly order you to do so. Got that, bitch?”

His words were like another slap in the face. I just wanted him to be pleased with me. It’s how I always felt in the classroom, and it was how I felt now. “I’m sorry, sir. I understand now.”

“Good. I think you are a quick learner. I might have a reward coming for you, but you will need to do exactly as I say if you want to receive it. I’ve seen how you sit in class; you seem fairly flexible. Put your feet up on the desk, so that they touch each other, spread your legs, and keep your eyes on me. Lie back. Now.”

Wide eyed, I spread my legs for him. I was glad that I shaved the day before, I would have been mortified otherwise. I was also glad to hear that he had noticed the way I sat cross-legged in class. Not many people could fit themselves that way, and although it wasn’t a big deal, it felt good to know that I had been noticed.

Slap! His hand came into contact with my thigh. “I like your legs, Ms. Clark. But I told you to keep your eyes on me, and that means that you cannot close them. Good. Now, let’s see how wet you’ve become.”

I was indeed quite wet. I could tell he knew his way around when his fingers began to glide all over me, Rubbing all of the semi sensitive areas, and only occasionally grazing my clit. He was making me crazy. I accidently closed my eyes, as it was usual for me to do so when I masturbated. He stopped what he was doing, and my eyes flew open. He looked angry, and a little scary. His hand flew to my throat, and pressed into me forcefully.

“You ungrateful little bitch, you make me say it again and I will have you on your knees sucking my cock until your lips bleed. You want to get off? You want to taste my come later? You will listen to me, got it?”

I did my best to nod, and he finally let go. Fuck! My whole body spasmed as oxygen entered my brain again. It felt amazing: a crazy, euphoric sensation. He was intimidating, but I wanted to let him know how much I liked that.

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

His eyebrows raised, and he smiled a little. “Ah, your welcome. I thought you might get off on that. You look fucking pathetic with your legs spread and my hand on your neck like that though. Maybe a little pain is what you’d like then?” He began to slap my thighs with his hands. I indulged in the noise of the smacking and the pleasant tingling sensation after he removed his hand from my skin. I began to breath harder, anticipating the blows. He was slow and methodical, precise even, and it felt so goddamned good. I felt like I was experiencing an expert, fluent in Chinese, Russian, and women.

“You should see how wet you are, Ms. Clark.” I shuddered with delight, hearing my name being said that way, in this context. All I could think was ‘fuck, god damn, fuck,’ as his hand began to occasionally slap my clitoris. elazığ escort “Little slut, little fucking slut, you love this, you love it. Tell me.”

“Fuck I love this! I fucking love this. Ah! God! FUCK” This wasn’t the kind of sensation that would get me to orgasm, but I was wet as hell and my body was heating up.

“Good, good. I’ve got something for you, but I will need your help, and I need your cooperation.” He pulled out a small plastic vibrator, in the shape of a bullet. My eyes got wide, but I smiled a little at the sight of it. “You are going to come tonight, like you’ve never done before. I have all night. I have a good idea of how you want this, but when I give you permission to come, you will take this from me and finish the job. I will watch you. And you will look in my eye and thank me when you do. Got all of that, Ms. Clark?”

“Jesus…” I whimpered, “I mean yes sir, thank you Mr. Conley. I’d give anything for that, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this, thank—”

“Shut the fuck up. And watch.” He turned the vibrator on, and began to circle my clit with it. I could feel my body respond when he pressed it just below, it was like the pleasure was shooting out of me just below my clit. I was on fire. He inserted two of his fingers into my mouth. “Suck.” I did, greedily. I kept my eyes locked with his the whole time. He was driving me crazy, and I wanted him to feel crazy too. I sucked his fingers like it was a promise. He continued to torture my pussy with his circling, occasionally increasing the pressure, and eventually clicking up the speed.

“Good girl. You seem like you’re getting pretty close. I’m going to put my hand on your neck now, only not so hard this time, and you are going to finish yourself. Do NOT close your eyes. You’ve got my permission to come.”

I took the vibrator from him and pushed it into the area I could feel the fire coming from. My moans grew loader, and more muffled as his hand increased the pressure slightly. I was burning with it, and I circled faster and faster, invoking, inviting it to come out of me with the sound and the sensation and the rhythm. I felt him insert his fingers into me and slide upward, back and forth, back and forth, and I began to shake as my orgasm came, like a beast out of the woods. Sweating, panting, I tried to look at him still, but my eyes rolled back. I grabbed his wrist with my other hand.

“I’m coming…sir! Fuck, fuck! Thank you suuurr……” It exploded out of me with a violent shudder. I was spent. “Jesus, holy fucking Christ,” I breathed. And I moaned as my body shuddered with aftershocks.

“Very good. Well, almost good. I suppose my expectations of you are not very high, but you are going to have to learn sooner or later. Did I tell you to stop looking at me? And did I tell you that you could touch my arm? I don’t recall either of those orders. Get on your knees, now. He pulled his pants down below his knees. His erection was massive. His dick was the length of my hand, and wider than my fingers could fit around. I’m average height, but I have smaller features, like my hands, so I guessed that he was something like six inches long. I was pleased to see that his cock was as stiff as a telephone pole.

He put his hand on my cheek and looked directly into my eyes. “I want you to perform like your life depends on it. Open your mouth. You’re taking it all.” I pushed him into my throat and bobbed my head until I gagged. He was covered in my spit now. I used all the tricks I could think of, gagging on him again every time I thought his wasn’t wet enough. His precome tasted rather nice, I don’t know how that works, perhaps he had a good diet. I had a lot of time to think while I was blowing him, and at one point I became fixated on the idea of giving him the best he’s ever had. I licked his balls, noted that they smelled nice rather than sweaty. I used my hands to stroke him, touched his inner thighs, and sucked and jerked him like it was my job.

“Holy fuck, you know how to suck cock, don’t you little slut?….Ah!…. I’d like to come all over your pretty little face and let you lick me off of your tits, but I know you want me to bend you over and nail you. You’re doing such a good job, I think I’ll give you what you want. Stop. Get up, and put your elbows on the table and get your ass in the air. Wait for me.”

I heard him rustling through his box, and wondered for a moment why he had this box in his office, then let the thought go. But I needed to ask him something.

“Mr. Conley, sir?” I was so fucking horny, I almost hated the chance that I might ruin everything. I turned around for a moment. “Please sir, please will you use a condom? I’m not on any birth control, please I don’t want to worry.”

His look of tenderness seemed genuine. “Kylie, you’ll have nothing to worry about. I will use one. Thank you for letting me know, and thank you for asking so politely.”

It was so odd to hear his normal voice come through during this game of domination. The contrast between the real, normal Mr. Conley, and the dominating beast of a man he had turned himself into was shocking. Something in my brain said, ‘I love this guy.’ I didn’t know if that was true, but I sure was grateful for his gentle response. I was so fucking turned on by his sudden, teacherly demeanor. I heard him unwrap a condom and slip it on.

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A short while ago my company, a regular small run of the mill recruitment company, ran into some financial difficulties and for a while it looked to all at the firm like we were going to be just another company to go bust in the recession. Then out of the blue we were all called into a meeting by the boss to say that we were going to be merging with a much larger company who wanted to open small specialist branches for placement of varied professions.

We had all been thrown a lifeline but we would not be safe until we had gone through an internal interview and testing process by the new boss. The merger would be happening in two weeks and between now and then our outputs would be highly scrutinised by the new boss who we would not get to meet till our interview.

Over the next couple of weeks everyone tried their best to be as good at their jobs as possible which concerned me a little about how the company ended up having to be taken over. If everyone had worked this hard in the first place maybe we wouldn’t be in the mess we were in! Still, not my place to motivate the other employees, so I did the same as I always do and just cracked on.

After two weeks the new boss arrived and began working her way through the interviews at the pace of three a day. I was to be last on the third day which also happened to be a Friday. “Just my luck,” I thought to myself “She will be ready for home and bored of doing all these and will probably give me no time at all to sell myself. Or even worse she’ll pissed off that she hasn’t gone home yet.”

Everyone had been forced to sign contracts, legally binding, that forbid them to talk about their interviews so I had no idea what to expect, I hadn’t even seen the new boss. It was getting past 4pm and most of the other people were leaving when eventually my time came and I received a phone call at my desk to say she was ready for me. Her voice was firm but friendly I put her in her late thirties maybe early forties. I made my way to her office and knocked lightly on the door. “Come in!” I heard so I entered.

The room was well lit with big windows all the way around the room with open floor length blinds. A large oak desk dominated the room, rich mahogany and clearly worth a few quid. An oddly purple coloured sofa one of these designer jobs with only one end having an arm on it and no cushions was along the adjoining wall. A few pictures on the walls and a plant in the corner, standard if yet personalised I would describe the office.

The new boss stood up from her chair behind her desk and walked around to greet me offering her hand and saying, “Hello, nice to meet you sorry to have kept you so late I had a few issues with the last one. Karen I think her name was, not to worry she won’t be here on Monday so we won’t be having any issues again! Brad isn’t it?”

I shook her hand a little taken aback thinking that’s an intimidating way to start an interview, “Yes” I affirmed my name and she replied telling me hers was Desirae. I would say she was about 40, 5 foot 7 or 8, long dark hair about 6 inches past her shoulders and expensively styled with a full fringe and straightened. She had the look of a woman who had been well pampered so had good skin for her age. She didn’t look like a regular gym user but wasn’t in bad shape she just didn’t appear to be overly toned.

She was dressed in a knee length black satin pencil skirt, black pantyhose and 2″ black patent stiletto heels. She had a navy blue blouse that was also satin and looked very expensive with matching coloured buttons and a frill that was about two inches either side of the join that ran the full length. It was ruffled at the sleeve with an open collar that exposed a very expensive looking diamond necklace. The last button was undone and you could see just a hint of cleavage that appeared very well rounded and full whilst beginning to freckle, perhaps from all the topless sunbathing she had done when she was younger. Her outfit was completed with gold hoop earrings and black full rimmed stylish glasses. All in all Desirae looked very professional yet still maintained an air of sexuality to her.

She offered me a seat which I gladly took as she returned to her desk. Being an interview I tried to restrain myself from checking out her ass but me being me I failed and had a good ogle of a large posterior that in my opinion was clearly itching to get out of her skirt. As a lover of real asses seeing it encased in the satin tight skirt really did make my day. Before getting back to her desk she rather barked out at me. “Now, you are our best worker so there is no worries bakırköy escort that you will be an asset to the company who will be retaining you, but I am not one to beat around the bush and basically I need to make sure you are loyal to me not just the company. So given the fact you had a good long look at my arse whilst I was walking back to the desk I would say you are like most men enslaved to your sexual desires am I right?”

I was a little shocked and unsure of what to say next as I was conscious this was still an interview despite the assurance of my works competency. I took a breath in and before I could speak she said, “Don’t try and deny it these windows are reflective,” pointing over her shoulder at the glass as she sat down “I watched you watching my ass in the reflection, you really should be more careful!”

I tried my hardest to say something and all I could come up with in a short and embarrassed tone was, “Yeah sorry about that.”

“No! I won’t hear sorry when you aren’t sorry, you enjoyed it didn’t you?” Desirae exclaimed in a authoritarian tone.

I took a second before answering and thought it didn’t appear that she is overly angry about me checking her out so I might as well play along with whatever was happening, she’s already said my job was safe. “I did enjoy it you have an amazing ass Desirae if I may be so bold as to say?”

Desiare seemed to smile without turning her lips up at my comment and replied in a more calmer tone that, “You may be so bold but just remember I am the boss around here and if you try doing anything like that when I walk past in the office you will be reprimanded for sexual harassment do you understand?” I did understand and told her so almost apologising again.

“So I need you beholden to me so go and lock the door then sit on the couch.” She said it in a tone that suggested not doing what she wanted was not an option.

“Random?” I thought to myself, “Why am I locking the door?” As I was walking things got a little darker as Desirae closed the blinds. I turned around and she beckoned me to throw her the keys which she then proceeded to put in one of the draws of her large desk. I sat as instructed on the couch.

“Now how this works basically you will do as I say or you will be fired, I am a top I am sure you know what one of those is and I require my sexual needs to be met. You will be promoted when I finalise the restructure as long as you now fulfil my desires. You have no option but accept or I will have you up on a sexual assault charge. One of my lovers is one of the top prosecution lawyers in the city and you will never work again, now without getting up take off your clothes and lie down on the couch,” she said almost like a doctor tells a patient when they are explaining things to them in a surgery, she was very to the point but not aggressive, almost like this was how things are in her world!

My heart began racing at 100mph where on earth had this come from I was thinking, “What do I do? Run? I can’t run she has locked the door and the keys have my fingerprints on them! Do I really want to run? This could be fun, what’s the worst that can happen here? I fuck her then I can go, I haven’t had a fuck in a few weeks so why not!”

Just like that it appeared I had become something of a sex slave to a mature dominant woman and was getting a pay rise and a promotion. Oh well! I did as was ordered and took off my shoes, suit and boxers and lay down on the couch. All the while she was staring intently at me almost inspecting me! My cock had decided he was enjoying being free from his confines and wasn’t hard but was clearly playing along.

She walked over to me and without a word, as I lay staring up at her, again noticing her curves in the right places, took my hand and placed it on her inner thigh. Then she moved my hand slowly up her leg. “Don’t waste time, put your finger on my clit firmly and make small circles” she uttered as my hand moved closer to the top of her legs. I found her clit almost immediately as to my surprise she had no panties on! I love foreplay so for a guy I think I know what I am doing and began circling it with what I thought was a firm touch only to be slapped in the face whilst she now more aggressively shouted “I said firmly you a man or a mouse?”

As you would expect I renewed my work a little firmer to receive a light moan to signify her enjoyment. “That’s better keep that up but don’t touch yourself if you do I will squeeze your balls so tight you will cry!” She laughed as she now commanded like bahçelievler escort a general commands their troops. She began to get quite moist and I can’t lie I was thoroughly enjoying this. My cock was beginning to get hard fully now which seemed to please her even more as she was staring it. I took the opportunity to reach over with my other hand and start to push her skirt up. Desirae didn’t stop me and as the skirt got higher up the sweet smell of her pussy as it was only a foot away from me began to fill my nose. That was all I needed and my cock was now fully erect.

“Do you like what you see?” She said once again in a tone that suggested caution with the answer and that I had better say what she wanted to hear or it might not work out well for me.

“Yes very much so you are so sexy.” I put out in a confident tone which clearly wasn’t the right tone as she moved away from my reach and said quickly whilst pinching one of my nipples

She barked again in that tone of someone who enjoyed the frustration she was experiencing, “You clearly need to learn some respect, when I let you touch me you should thank me for it!” I was close to an apology but was unable to get my words out fully as she lifted her skirt exposing her pussy to my eyes and then quickly and rather painfully straddled my face. Her knees and body weight dug in to my shoulder making me wince as she mounted me and then sank her whole bodyweight down onto my face.

She sat down so abruptly and heavily that she totally squashed my face and I had no time to even draw breath. Her pussy and ass completely covered my face and her bodyweight pushed my head and neck down into the couch. She wriggled happily for a few seconds before straightening her legs a little up onto her knees so I could breathe. I was grateful for the air but her whole bodyweight powered into my shoulders and I again grimaced.

Now in total control and loving the power Desirae said, “Now you are going to lick my pussy until it glistens and I have had as many orgasms as I want do you hear me?” I was about to answer when I was plunged back into the darkness of her crotch once again only this time not as heavily so she could work her pussy on to my mouth. Her ass was literally on my nose and I had to be honest it smelt fantastic. My shoulders began to go numb with the pain and I began to think myself lucky to be getting such a taste. Her pussy was smooth and well kept so there was no pubic hairs to get in the way and it was quite a long pussy so when I pushed my tongue up and down her slit I had plenty of time to savour it all. She grabbed a nipple and shouted at me that I was to “work her clit and do it good” which I did as best as I could.

I was being smothered by my new boss who had the most amazing tasting pussy, my cock was as big as it had ever been. It had gone purple and was screaming that it wanted to be played with but she took no notice of it what so ever. I continued to lick and flick and lap at Desiraes pussy as best as I could with the eagerness of a man trying to please his mistress. She began to pant and the tweaking of nipples was replaced by her just putting her palms on my chest to hold herself up. As she did this it brought a curve to her back and arched her bum up a little just enough for me to be able to get some light and be face to face with her ass cheeks. They were so round and smooth there was no sign of aging in them I admired them greatly.

It also meant that my nose was now exposed a little and I managed to get the tip of it in her asshole which seemed to please her. I tried my best to work it up there whilst I continued to lap at this fantastic woman’s clit. It wasn’t long before she was going to cum and this drew her up onto her knees sending her weight back fully onto my head and her ass crushed against my face. She threw her arms up above her head and let out a loud moan as I felt her ass muscles contract as she orgasmed.

Desiraes juices where flowing out onto my face, down my chin and across my cheeks. She slumped a little which signified the end of her climax and I thought she would be getting up off me but all she did was slide a inch down me and slapped my cock, not hard but hard enough to make me flinch a little and laughed as she said in a lusty tone, “I don’t want this I need a tongue fucking, now stick it out so I can fuck your face and don’t let it go soft.”

How do you answer that? There are no words for that situation I just did as I was told and stuck out my tongue. She began slowly bucking on it, only small movements zeytinburnu escort an inch or two in either direction. Each time my tongue would be removed from her pussy right to the tip then it would be plunged back inside as deep as it would go. “Mmm that’s it…. that’s it” She said “I’m fucking your face and your loving it aren’t you? I know you are. I fucking know you are” she hollered still in that authoritative tone. I nodded in agreement which she seemed to enjoy. It appeared to give her the idea that rather than her do the work and ride my face I should be moving my neck.

She reached behind her and grabbed the back of my head and started pushing it up and down. “Fuck it, fuck my pussy with your tongue” she shouted as the panting was beginning again. “Do it, do it!” she began to shout as she bucked her hips while I bobbed my head pushing in my tongue as deep as I could get it. Her ass was slapping against my forehead and cheeks with each thrust.

“Ahh yess I love it you’re going to make me cum aren’t you” She hollered pretty frenetically. Knowing I was unable to reply she began gently but firmly slapping my cock head with each syllable “make… me… cum” three small slaps then she would moan “make… me… cum” three more small slaps. This queen continued with this, at least to her, amusing activity a few times then she leaned right back up on her knees and dragged her nails up my arms scratching them roughly which made me wince a little and fuck her faster.

My head bobbing increased as her pressure on my face did now she was raised up again and finally she let out a louder moan than last time, this one being of the “Ooo” variety. Desirae was about to orgasm and grabbed my head ramming it up into her ass as far as she could trying to almost get my entire face in there whilst she pulsated another bigger climax around me. “Ahhh” she let out a relieved moan, paused a second then with almost a growl used both hands to ram my head down onto the couch and pushed herself up to standing. Her ass left my face almost having made suction and it squelched leaving me exposed naked on the couch with her juices all over my face and chin and my tongue sticking out.

My eyes began to adjust to continuous light again somewhat now and I breathed deeply taking in the much needed air. In a rather grumpy tone one that suggested fake dissatisfaction I was then told, “Don’t waste a fucking drop of my pussy juices use our hands and lick as much of it up as you can. Wipe it into your mouth as best u can, its precious to you now and don’t you forget it.” She was walking away from me so I stole another glance at that amazing now back in her skirt ass that had got me into this.

“I won’t waste any of it I will get it all.” I uttered trying to lick my own face clean like an animal.

“Still no manners I see!” she said turning and putting down the glass of water she had picked up. She quickly strode back to me in an aggressive manner “Get down off that couch onto the floor!” She grabbed my shoulders as I slid on to the floor. She was angrily shouting now, “Get on your knees you disrespectful fucker!!” I quickly did as I was told, a little exposed and intimidated, then she grabbed my head with two hands and forced my mouth onto the little wet patch of her juices that had made its way on to the couch. “Suck that up and the one on the other side before you leave!” she barked and with one last thrust she rammed my face on to the wet patch which was probably mostly my own saliva but still tasted and smelt of her delicious pussy.

I did as I was told whilst she returned to her desk and sat down drinking a glass of water. “It’s all gone Desirae” I said “Thank you for the opportunity to clean your couch with my mouth.”

She replied still in a rough tone “I will judge that.” She then strode back across the room. As I heard her footsteps on the cold tiled floor I felt a little exposed my ass bared to her as I licked the couch. She had brought a ruler and smacked my ass with it. A loud crack went through the room as she laughed belittlingly ordering me, “Good that looks clean to me now get the fuck out my office and be here on Monday, don’t be late.” She dropped the keys on the floor in front of me and I quickly picked them up. “Get out get out she yelled this isn’t your office go get dressed somewhere else you fool!” in a rather sadistic tone rather like a teacher who enjoys shouting at children. I grabbed my things and hastily left the room to her shouting “Close the fucking door!”

Thankfully when I got outside the office everyone had gone so I was able to quickly dress without anyone seeing and make my way home. I was already in the car park and in my car before my erection decided he had finished for the day but as I drove home thinking about the ‘interview’ he regularly re-appeared. I put my key in the front thinking to myself, “Well that went pretty well this merger is a blessing in disguise! Who knows what I will be doing Monday!”

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Damn! You look hot lying nude, spread-eagled face down and bound to the bed. Your head is toward the foot of the bed and you are blindfolded. I see your head turn and you’re listening as I slide the zipper open. I raise a foot and remove the shoe and let it fall to the floor. You are smiling in anticipation as my pants fall to puddle around my feet. The floor squeaks softly as I shift my weight and step from them.

I throw my shirt to the floor and stand admiring your body. Your buttocks rise above the rest of your body just as my cock has ascended further in its own anticipation. I bend forward at your side and trace each curve with my fingers. Slight bumps rise on your flesh and you tremble in pleasure. I can see the faint outline at the rear of your sex. The pale pink treasure that I’ll claim before I’m finished.

I tease your lips and trace them back to the split in your cheeks…my fingers travel that tender valley. I return and run fingertips down the inside of your thighs and listen as you moan softly. I trace back up the outside of your body and across the edge of your hips and the delicate, soft, pale skin at the edge of your tummy. And now I trace up to the swollen tissue caused by the pressure of your body and its compression of breasts against the bed.

Under your arms, teasing and tickling… to your neck and then around your neck to your face with the one cheek down. I trace the brows and eyelids to your nose and then bend forward to tease your lips with mine. You taste delicious and I can smell the scent of fresh toothpaste. I tease but do not linger…although I’m so tempted.

I begin the ritual again as I replace my fingertips with my lips and add a hint of tongue in more sensual areas. As my face travels up your buttocks I inhale the first major hint of your aroused wetness. This time I advance to the soles of your feet and tickle them until I hear you giggle and then take each large toe into my mouth and nurse it while my hands caress the soles with my thumbs…gently easing the stress from your day.

Your body is still damp from the shower and the freshness of your skin helps the awareness in my suspended manhood. At your neck I pause again and enjoy the taste of your body and scent of your hair. Again to your face and lips…teasing them only with my tongue. I feel your tongue escape an attempt to join mine, but I’m careful and leave only a kiss at its tip. Now I apply a deep massage and a few tricks of massage over your body and a smile displays your joy.

It has been many minutes when finally I lift your left shoulder and slide my right leg under it…followed by your right shoulder raised and my left leg sliding under. Your shoulders are riding my thighs as I approach your cheek and caress it with my cock. You turn and attempt to catch it when I tell erzurum escort you to only kiss the shaft… and tell you that you are to be thorough. You are more than thorough and I feel myself wanting to jump on and proceed instantly to the task… but I wait and follow my plan. As you begin another round of kissing I raise it away and drop it to the other side. You turn your head to follow and continue.

I feel my head begin to throb and direct you to kiss it without applying your tongue. Hungrily you kiss it and follow the ridge that surrounds it. My own pleasure forces me to bite my lips to prevent your knowledge of my intense appreciation. Now I tell you it is time for your tongue, but only externally. You are not to take me in… yet. Again, my lip is bleeding…I can taste the saltiness of my own blood…and force myself to entertain another form to contain my denial. Your tongue is soft and inquiring and then as you trap my cock between it and the sheet you attack vigorously. Your tongue is wild and I notice you enjoying it too as your chest moves in slow undulations against the sheet and I know your nipples must be erect and their sensitivity guiding your movement.

Enough I command and tell you it is time to take me in. Voraciously your mouth consumes me and begins its journey to my climax. You explore and taste…enjoying the comfort and then your head begins to bob as I move further forward and deeper. I’ve raised your shoulders with my knees and reach around to cup each breast and knead each nipple. Your ass is tantalizingly close… I remove my hand and spank you once… hard. Your surprise is immediately evident as you open your mouth and stretch your head back… without losing me.

The sting is harsh but dies quickly. Suddenly you realize how much you enjoyed that spanking and begin to bob even faster… moaning like a pup for it’s mother’s teat. I bury my fingers deep in the flesh of your butt and use my purchase to enjoy thrusts of my own. Your body’s scent flavors the air with each breath you take. And I slap you again and again… Your mouth and body respond their eagerness… Your mouth is busy with my cock and never loses control.

I don’t want it to end just yet. I surprise you as I withdraw and slide backwards on the sheet before extracting each leg and then standing. Disappointment is evident upon your face and you are asking what you’ve done wrong. I don’t respond…you have done everything just right and again I am at your side studying your body in the dim light as I bend forward to kiss and soothe your reddened cheeks.

I would never hurt you and yet I know that there is spice that you sometimes enjoy and that variety is exciting to you. I crawl atop the bed and over one of your legs to kneel and eskişehir escort continue my special ministration to that reddening. Your scent is stronger and its source evident as I note the accumulation of your special wetness. I find you irresistible as my hands come forward along each cheek and slowly pry them apart.

With two hands I’ve separated them and now my mouth comes forward to kiss and tease that sensitive rosebud lying before me. With my tongue I circle and tease and then proceed downward to your waiting lips and taste the first drops of dew that have accumulated. Your hips rise to meet me and I trace further along each lip before probing again to the treasure within.

I bury my face firmly and begin the serious task of full arousal. Leaving my face buried I slowly bring my hands around to your hips and bring you closer. My cock is rigid and it lusts to attend your needs. I clean you as I tease and reach further until I am below your thighs and at your front entrance. Quickly I explore and locate your center. Your clit is rigid and swollen as I pinch it softly between thumb and finger. I am dining at the table of passion and enjoying a full meal.

Your body has been writhing in silent anguish…pleasure…demand… as I surface and repeat an earlier effort and raise your left hip and then the right and ease one leg and then the other under you and slide forward on my ass. My cock is assuming control of my mind…telling me what and where to act.

I reach under and adjust myself to point in your direction and finally my cock feels the first hint of warmth from your body. I pause and tease your thighs with its head and spread your cheeks again and allow it to rest across your rosebud. Your hips are nested over my thighs and your still reddened ass is in my lap.

Now my hands are busy again finding your clit… and then a quick snap of my fingers again shocks you and your clit seems to grow larger from that shock. I hear you moan in satisfaction and your hips writhe and seek me. Your arms and legs are straining against the bonds as I circle you with my fingertips in soft placation of the pain I’ve caused. You sigh loudly at the new gentleness and I raise you further until my cock falls into place at the rear of your lips.

Now I slowly tease your lips and circle the entrance to your depth. My cock’s head forces you open and your dampness lubricates me. With one hand I guide, circle and stroke you. You ask me to enter so that you may feel my fullness, but I tease… for awhile. My own passion has risen and I must pause to come down from that height and relax before proceeding. Tonight is yours… my time to please you first… before me.

I am still hard, but breathing more easily. I’m still quiet and gaziantep escort I seldom voice a command to you. My eagerness overpowers my will and I slide forward further by raising and rocking myself on my arms and hands. The effort has further teased as your nested hips follow and feel me sliding smoothly and eagerly into you.

After I’ve moved forward and as deep as I can penetrate, I pause and flex the muscle at the base of my cock sending small ripples into your body. Only a moment passes before I feel your answering contractions. I bend over and kiss that soft space at the upper center of your back. Again my hands are at your hips and I slowly raise you and then drop you onto my straining manhood.

The sudden intense pleasure causes you to react and soon you are helping as I begin tonight’s most serious and sustained effort toward that pleasure. Your face is turned… slight noises escape your lips. Without help from hands you turn your head and your other cheek is against the sheet and I feel you rocking and sliding your nipples once again across the sheet. Your eyes are closed and your mouth open. Your tongue is pressed against and teasing… stroking your upper lip.

I’ve always enjoyed your face and lips at climax…that special moment that is always a portrait of you in my mind. When I am close it is always my last glimpse as I fill you.

I feel a shudder…that begins as a slight tremble in your hips…and then proceeds to raging…crashing climax. A sharp cry and frantic unintelligible word fills the room and your hips are shaking me. I feel the first of many small orgasms and work to help you remain at your peak.

Your breathing is ragged and your smile is evident as you come down for a moment and then re-ascend. My own pleasure mounts with each climax. We are wet and your scent has grown to fill my senses… saturate them to the point where I too am ready.

I pause and let you come down and catch a breath before I begin the final charge and rage forward taking no prisoners in my lust for you. I begin. We are building…building. Our thighs are in charge and I am rocking on my cheeks as I continue to raise and drop your pleasure.

Each stroke I feel you, sliding…caressing my cock…bottoming and then raising again. My head is pulsing and my manhood is set to explode as I feel it coming. It starts deep within and traverses my body somehow always finding an exit through that manhood. My pleasure pulses and begins the rapid series of contractions required to fill you and thrill me. I feel your pussy as it seems to grasp and milk me. Your eyes are opened wide and your mouth exhibits that silent scream that always ends with a true vocal response.

Your body is trembling and your hips and thighs shake uncontrollably as I know you have felt me and are responding in your own special way. A series of soft feminine grunts are witness to your efforts and then that full inhalation as you void yourself and bathe me in your love.

I collapse over your hips and my cheek hugs your back as I wrap you in my arms in an intense expression of thank you before it becomes flaccid and I finally release your bonds.

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I watched as you idly flipped through the paper and rested your elbows on the counter top. It caused that wonderfully shaped ass of your to stick out proudly. I just had to take a minute to admire that ass. I loved your ass and you knew it, and often times I enjoyed just looking at it. But not now. Right now, I needed to do much more than just look.

As quiet as a ghost I snuck up behind you. Your first warning was my hand pressing you flat against the counter.

“Honey?” You said some what nervously.

I smacked your ass hard. You yelped in pain and shock.

“Shut up.” I commanded you.

“What are…” You tried to ask.

Again I spanked you. Even harder than the first time. I spanked both your ass cheeks, holding you, despite how hard you tried to squirm free. After a handful of good smacks I stopped. You whimpered a little.

“I said shut up, and I meant it.” I said roughly.

The counter top was ice cold and had to be making your nipples hard as rocks. I could tell you wanted to say something, but didn’t want to bring any more smacks upon your sore ass.

“If you want to say anything, address me as Master, and make it short.” I said as I gently ran my hand across your ass, feeling how shapely and firm it was.

“M-master, what are you going to do to me?” You asked in a voice the almost quivered with fear.

I laughed a deep throaty laugh.

“Oh I think you know exactly what I’m going to do to you.”

I slid my hand around your waist to the front of your pants. My fingers nimbly undid that button and pulled the zipper down. You started to squirm slightly, but I decided to let it go this time.

“Don’t even think about trying to move, or get away.” I said as grabbed your pants with both hands.

As I slide your pants down to your ankles, I couldn’t help but notice you where already very wet. I traced kadıköy escort bayan my fingers along the inside of your calf, your thigh, and then out to your butt again, avoiding your pussy all together.

“Your pussy is already sopping wet. You’re about to get raped and you love it. You’re such a slut.” I whispered in your ear.

I reached back and slowly slid my fingers closer to your waiting pussy. You pushed your ass back, trying to urge me on. It was clear you where having a struggle with yourself. You loved what I was doing to you, but you where also scared. I laughed in your ear.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I don’t know what to say Master.” I said meekly.

“Use your imagination.” I replied

After a moments pause you whispered something almost to quiet for me to hear.

“You’ll have to say it louder than that.”

“Please rape me like the slut I am.” You said in a hushed voice.

“Still not good enough.” I said as I started to pull my hand away.”

“Please rape me like the dirty slut that I am!” You screamed.

“That’s more like it, slut.” I said

With that I started rubbing your pussy through your panties. I pulled your soaked panties down, exposing you completely to me. Without warning I pushed two fingers inside you. You tried to stifle a moan. It didn’t work.

I pumped my fingers deep into your pussy, feeling how wet and warm you already where. Another finger slid in with no problems. My other hand quickly found your clit, and before long you couldn’t stop moaning. You pushed your ass back, practically begging me to finger you harder.

It wasn’t hard to tell you where getting close to an orgasm. I brought you right up to the brink, and then suddenly stopped. Your hands darted, trying to push yourself over the edge. I roughly kartal escort bayan grabbed your arms and pinned them behind your back. You wriggled your hips desperately trying to find something to stimulate your pussy.

“You haven’t earned the right to cum yet.” I said.

“Oh, god, please let me cum Master.” You begged still squirming.

“Hm, I don’t know.”

“Oh, please, let your little slut cum Master. I’m such a horny slut, and I need to cum so badly. Please play with my pussy more Master.” You moaned.

“Such a fucking slut…” I chuckled.

“I am a dirty slut. I’m your little cockwhore, your personal fuck toy. Please let your dirty slut cum Master.

My fingers sank back into your pussy, causing you to almost scream. I didn’t even get a chance to play with your clit before you where cumming loudly. You screamed and shook. It felt like my fingers where caught in a vice of something softer than velvet.

When your orgasm finally stopped you laid there, breathing deeply. I pulled my fingers out of your pussy and was amazed at how wet you where. I chuckled as I started to undo my pants. You tried to turn and see what I was doing. I rewarded you with several hard smacks on your already red ass cheeks.

My cock was rock hard, and aching to fuck your pussy. But I couldn’t let you know that. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down your pussy, and laughed as you moaned. I started to push into you, but then stopped. You thrust your ass back, desperately trying to get my cock inside you. I gripped behind the head of my cock, making it impossible for you to get any more inside you.

You groaned and pushed back desperately. Your pussy was so wet my hand was quickly soaked with your juices.

“I want to hear you beg for my cock you whore. Beg for me to fuck you like maltepe escort bayan the slut that you are.” I commanded you.

“Oh please Master. You’re dirty little slut needs you to fuck her. Your little whore’s pussy wants to be fucked so badly. I need your cock inside me, I need you to fuck me like slut I am.”

“You’re such a cock whore. You want my cock so badly don’t you, you dirty fuck slut.”

“I live for my Masters cock. Please use your little sluts pussy to make yourself cum Master. Please fuck me.”

Without warning I started slamming my cock into your pussy. My cock hammered your pussy without mercy. You screamed and tried to grab something to hold onto. I kept slamming your pussy.

“Oh, god, Master you’re fucking me so hard. You’re fucking your slut so good.” You moaned.

“You slut, you loved getting raped don’t you? Such a dirty little whore, you just love having my big fat cock in your pussy don’t you?” I said harshly as I smacked your ass.

“Master your cock is almost too big. It fills your little sluts pussy so well. I love your cock Master!”

Your pussy was so wonderfully tight and hot. I smacked your ass as I fucked your ruthlessly.

“Such a good pussy for such a good slut. You dirty fucking whore, you cock loving slut.” I whispered in your ear as I fucked you.

I kept pumping my cock into you, listening to you moan. I was surprised when I felt your hand start to massage my balls.

“Please cum inside your little slut Master. Fill me up with your cum Master”

With a groan I slammed my cock into you one last time. You moaned and your pussy suddenly tightened around my cock. My cum filled your already hot pussy. I pressed my cock as deeply into as I could. You moaned loudly as your own orgasm intensified.

When my cock stopped spurting cum into your pussy, I slowly pulled it out.

You groaned slightly, but seemed content. You looked so erotic, your ass out in the air, your pussy freshly fucked. If I could have found the energy I would have fucked you again. I helped pull up your panties and pants. You managed to button them back up, but then leaned back against me. I wrapped my arms around you.

“I’d say we’re even now.”

“Mmm, fair enough.”

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Chapter One

We spend our last day at the beach enjoying our surroundings. Lil one, my 24yo trainee, has just told me that her Master is cruel to her and she’s afraid to go back to him. I’ve told her that I would take care of this and make it right.

My heart aches for her. I have been concerned by some of her actions, that there was something wrong, and now I know. I make some calls and get my team to look into her Master’s past. I want answers now so I can confront him when we get back home.

I pack up our gear and we are about ready to head back. I call lil one over to the tailgate of my truck. She looks so beautiful naked with a little sun that she’s gotten out here. Her belly chain or Kamarband, is made out of strip of leather and the shells that lil one collected for me.

“Lil one, there’s a matter of punishment that you owe me.”

“Sir?”

“When I first asked you why you were crying, you told me that it was over the gift I had made for you.”

Her head drops and she realizes.

“This type of relationship requires trust. Have I not been kind to you? Cared for you? Seen to your needs and well being?”

She falls to her knees at my feet, “Yes SIr, you have only been kind and caring. I was only afraid that you would be mad and send me back.”

“I am hurt that you would think so little of me.”

“Please Sir, forgive me. I will accept any punishment you deem fit, but please forgive me.”

“Then stand. I going to bend you over my knee and give you a spanking that you won’t soon forget. But when its over, all will be forgotten.”

She stands, “thank you Sir.”

I pull her over my knee. My heart is aching to have to punish one who has probably has been punished too much, but I need to reconfirm the trust between us. She needs to know that her well being is my utmost concern. That I am thinking of her needs before mine own, despite what people think at first glance.

She’s bent over my knee, I warm her skin by rubbing my hand on her soft bottom. I bring my hand up and then down on her upturned ass.

(twack twack twack twack)

She squirms a little but accepts her punishment.

(twack twack twack twack)

These are more firmer and some color starts to show. She whimpers as I run my hand on her redding behind.

(twack twack twack twack)

She shifts with these blows and my cock stiffens with her movement. Her breathing is ragged as she struggles to take her punishment.

(twack twack twack twack)

I’m spreading my slaps over each cheek evenly and down where her ass meets her thighs. The blood has now engorged her skin. I’m sure that she is thoroughly feeling the stink now.

(twack twack twack twack)

She starts to groan and I know that she is crying now. But she holds her position and this makes me decide to stop. I release her and she moves to a kneeling presentation position. Her knees are spread wide, her arms are folded back behind her, the back is arched, her head is down. She’s still whimpering and I see a tear roll down her cheek.

“Thank you Sir, for your correction of my poor behavior.”

“Eyes up lil one.”

She looks up and I see that her eyes are reddened as her ass is. Tears are still wetting her face. This hurts my heart and I don’t want to hurt her again, but punishments are required.

“Your lie has been forgotten. Do not let it happen again.”

“Never Sir,” she looks from my face to my cock. Obviously she has seen my erection. She licks her lips. Whether its in anticipation, need, or lust, I don’t know. She is truly a pleasure slut at heart.

“Lil one, you are under my protection from this moment forward. The man that was your Master, no longer has claim to you. So remove his collar.”

She removes the collar and hands it to me, “thank you Sir.”

“Your kamarband is now my sign of your protection.”

She looks confused at first then touched her leather of shells.

“Thank you SIr.”

I see her nipples pebble as her fingers touches each shell of her leather. Her labia is engorged as her clit is peeking from its protective hood. She has been aroused by her punishment and my claim as her protector.

“Sir, may this one show her gratitude for your protection?”

“You may lil one.”

She crawls between my legs. She takes my cock into her small hands and bends to kiss it. Her warm tongue swirls around the head. Then she pushes her mouth down my shaft, swallowing it as much as she can. One hand cups my swollen balls as the other stokes my shaff.

Her head is bobbing up and down. I hear and feel her moan as she suckles my throbbing cock. A guttural sound comes from deep in my lungs. I lean back and let her continue.

She presses all the way down to the root of my cock, her tongue caressed my balls as I am all maltepe escort the way down her throat. I can feel the muscles in the throat massage the head of my cock. I am about to lose it when she looks up and makes eye contact.

I can see the devotion in her eyes and it spears my soul. I lose myself down her throat. She strokes my throbbing cock as her mouth bobs on my shaft. She is sucking every last drop of my cum, keeping her eyes to mine.

When she is sure that every drop is taken, she moves back to her presentation position. I am trying to catch my breath as she looks up and opens her mouth, sticking out her tongue. My cum fills her mouth and her tongue glistens with my seed.

“You may swallow lil one.”

She smiles and swallows.

“Thank you SIr, you taste lovely.”

I bend down and give her a kiss on the top of her head. I help her rise then we load up and head home. As we drive along the beach, I look to see her from time to time fingering her shells. This warms my heart. Her swaying breasts stirs my cock again.

I hear her whimper some as we are driving. I know that her behind is still very sore from her punishment and I hope that she is still thinking on its meaning.

When we get to the house, I have her take in the bags while I put away all the gear. I am almost finished when I hear her scream. I turn and head towards the house when everything goes black.

Chapter Two

I wake up in the yard. There’s a large bump on my head and a dull ache there. I’m trying to remember what happened. When I do, I jump up and run into the house. I’m calling out for lil one, but she is no where to be found. Our bags are scattered on the floor of my bedroom.

Her shell leather is broken on the floor. I know what has happened and who is to blame. Her Master has taken lil one. He must have found out my team was looking into his past.

I make a call to my team. They inform me that in fact, her Master had been charged several time with assault and domestic violence. But that he has connections and they were all dropped.

I get into my truck and speed towards his home, hoping that I can get to her in time. Who knows what he will do to her. I’m supposed to be her protector, now I hope I’m not too late.

I speed towards his place. When I get near, I slow and find a place to park. I get out and move towards the house. I need to be careful not to be seen. I need to make sure lil one is secure before I take care of him.

I see that there is a guard at the front of his place. I go around back and there is one there too. I stand at the corner of his home and throw a small stone and hit a tree. The guard moves to check it out. As he comes around the corner, I grab him from behind and wrap my arm around his throat. He flails away but the restriction of air to his lungs have him out in a few seconds. He’s only passed out from the sleeper hold.

I use his radio and call the other guard to “come look at this.” As he comes around I quickly secure him too. I drag both of them to my truck and lock them into the back with their hands and legs secured with zip ties.

I move back to the house and go in the back door. I hear muffled screams and quickly move towards them. My heart is pounding and I hope that I’m not too late.

As I come to a door where the sounds are coming from, I softly open and peek in. Lil one is shackled to a metal choker, her arms and legs are spread and secured with shackles as well. She is on all fours, with her ass up in the air.

Her Master has a cane and is whipping her upturned ass. There are stripes and cuts up and down her ass and thighs. He’s yelling at her calling her names.

“You took my collar off you ungrateful whore!”

His cane comes down again and she screams in pain, striking her exposed labia.

“How does your ass feel with that ginger cock inside you slut?”

She is crying, unable to answer him as he whips her ass again.

“I’ll bet you remember this whipping for the rest of your life, if I allow you to live at all.”

As he is about to bring the cane down again, I grab his wrist and spin him around. My fist meets his jaw. I hear a crack and he crumples to the ground. I give him a few more to the face before her whimpers bring me back to the present.

I let lil one know that its me. Then work to remove the ginger fashioned butt plug from her tender ass. I tell her to breath through the pain as I unseat it. She screams again. There is nothing I can do for her right now. I have to secure her safety.

I search in his pockets and find the key to her shackles. I remove her and hold her tightly. She can barely stand so I pick her up into my arms quickly carry her to my truck. After placing her there. I give her a blanket manavgat escort and water. Then I quickly remove the thugs from the back of my trunk.

I speed away as fast as I can. I notify my team that she is secure and for them to secure my house. I tell them we are going to the ranch and will be there until I know that she is safe. I tell them to contact me through e-mail. I remove the sims card from my phone and throw it out the window.

I put around 200 miles behind us before I stop a local motel and check us in. I get her inside and into bed. I tell her that I need to get some supplies to care for her. She grabs me and holds onto me, not wanting me to leave her.

I hold her tightly, stroking her hair. When her breathing slows. I tell her that she needs some salve for her wounds, and clothing. She is trembling but remains calm. Such a strong lil one. I promise to return quickly.

When I return, she is sleeping fitfully. She jumps when I try to remove her covers. I quickly take her back into my arms. When she is calmed, I instruct her to lay on her stomach. I apply triple antibiotic cream to her open wounds and arnica cream to the reddened areas of her skin.

She whimpers as I touch those tender areas. I want to get some triple anti B ointment on her tender asshole so I put some on her finger and have her rub it in on the outside and make her put some inside as well. She is very tender but complies.

We eat and get some rest. In the morning we shower and are off to the ranch. I tell her that it is very secluded and there is no way anyone can find us, as the ranch is not listed in my name but in that of a company I am a silent partner to. I assure her we will be safe.

When we get there, I take her in my arms and carry her to the master bedroom. I offer her something to drink before tucking her into bed. She tries to pull me in with her but I tell her that she needs rest. I have some work to do to make sure that we are never bothered by her old master again.

Chapter Three

Its been about a week now. Lil one’s wounds are healing nicely. I have had to threaten her to stay in the bed. I have been providing all of her care. She eats, drinks, and sleeps in my bed. I have been sleeping with her but have restricted myself to only cuddling.

Early one morning, I’m sitting on the front deck checking e-mails, when lil one arrears wearing one of my t-shirts. Even this way, no make-up, hair disheveled, and still looking sleepy, she is a beautifully radiant woman.

She sleepily stumbles to me and crawls into my lap. I wrap my arms around her and hold her tightly. Her soft bottom against me, stirs my cock. She stays like this for a few minutes before speaking.

“I’ve missed your cock Sir, Is there something I could do to earn it?”

If she only knew how much she’s already earned. Lil one has taken over a piece of my heart. She’s smoothed the scars left from the loss of my first sub, years ago.

“How about some breakfast and we’ll go from there.”

She hugs my neck and pops up,bounding towards the kitchen. I give her a few minuted before I enter the house. The smell of bacon fills the house. I go to the bedroom and bring back a box and set it down on the dinner room table.

“It’s almost ready Sir, would you like juice or milk?”

I sneak up behind her and take her in my arms.

“How is it that you can make that question sound sexual?”

I cup her sex and one of her breasts, “I want your juice and your milk lil one.”

She giggles and swats my hands away. She uses a spatula to send me back to the table. When she’s finished, she brings the food out. It is a wonderful omelet, toast, milk, and juice. I take a bite and tell her that its wonderful. I have to make her sit and eat as well.

After we finish and she’s cleaned the kitchen, I have her remove my t-shirt, while I check her back. Her wounds have all but healed. Her bruising is gone and she no longer flinches when I touch her. Its all I can do to not take her there on the kitchen counter.

I bring her to the table and hand her the box. She opens it and finds her shell leather. During the time she was convalescing, I had repaired it. She hands it to me and allows me to put it on her.

She turns and runs her fingers on the shells. When she looks up at me, there’s a tear in her eyes. I don’t have to ask before she tells me that with all that her old Master had done to her before I rescued her, his removing her leather was the worst.

I pull her to me while I’m still seated. My arms around her waist. Her fingers run through my hair.

I stand, “lil one, this leather means something much more this time. This is a symbol of my commitment to you. I want you to be mine. My submissive. Is that şişli escort something that you would want.?

She seems torn at first. She starts to move towards me then stops and falls to her knees. She moves gracefully into a presentation pose. She kneels there for a minute, easing her breaths.

She looks up and says, “Sir, this one would love nothing more than to serve you, and be your possession.”

“Then rise and come to me.”

She kneels up and almost jumps into my arms. I hold her for a long time before I ask her if she feel up to a tour of the ranch. She seems a little pouty but nods her head yes.

I take her hand and we head out to the barn. I tell her that I own about 40,000 acres of rolling mountains, creeks, caves, and even a lake. I tell her there is no one around for miles and miles, except for the hands that work the ranch.

When we get to the barn, two horses are already saddled and ready for us. She smiles and jumps like a child. She tells me she used to ride as a kid but not in many years. We head out and our tour begins.

Lil one looks a natural on a horse. Of course today she looks like Lady Godiva. Her breasts gently sway to the movement of the horse beneath her. I take her to most of my favorite places, but we end up beneath a large shade tree by the lake.

I tie the horses and lift her from her steed. She slides down into my arms and our mouths meet. My tongue claims her as I push my way inside. She wraps her legs around my waist. I feel the heat coming from her core. My cock twitches to take her as mine.

I set her down and pull a blanket from my saddle bag and lay it out. I take her hand and pull her down with me. She moves to my cock and takes the head into her mouth. The warmth of her lips is a welcome feeling after all these weeks. I enjoy her bobbing up and down on my cock but lift her off and roll her over.

I move down between her legs. She spreads them wide, offering herself to me. I kiss softly down her thigh until I reach her splayed lips. They are already moist. I take one into my mouth and gently bite. Then suck the other one into my mouth. I hear her groan as I move to her clitty.

I nip at it, then softly flick my tongue over it. I dip my tongue between her folds and press into her open pussy. She tastes so sweet and tangy. I reach up and tweak her nipple. I feel a small gush of fluids rush to my tongue. I offer two fingers to her wet lips. She sucks them in and laves them with her tongue.

I bring my fingers down and press them into her wet and open pussy, as my tongue returns to her engorged nub. My fingers move in and out slowly. I open my mouth and huff warm air on her clit. Then I lick the bud before pursing my lips and blowing cool air across it. I repeat this over and over, teasing her deliciously.

I feel her channel tighten in her response. She starts begging for me to take her. That’s all the encouragement I need to kneel between her legs and enter her with one swift stroke. I hear an audible gasp as she is suddenly filled. My movements are steady but slow. Her hips curl and rise to meet mine.

I bend and take one of her erect nipples in my mouth. I luxuriate her bud as my cock drives into her core. The wet sounds of her pussy tell me that she’s near to her climax. I stop and flip her over on all fours. She puts her head down on the blanket and arches her back. She is presenting herself to me. I rub my hard cock at her entrance before seating myself fully into her channel.

A big gasp of air escapes her lips. It’s matched only by my deep guttural growl. My hands take each of her cheeks and squeeze them, spreading her for me. This allows me to go deeper. I pick up my pace, as my cock slips wetly into her.

I reach for her arms and pull them back. This lifts her head off the blanket. I pull her body back with each thrust. Her breasts rock back and forth. I feel her channel squeeze my shaft as my balls slap her engorged clit with each thrust.

When she asks for permission to cum. I grant it and let go her arms. I slap her ass as she breaks over the edge and is lost in the throes of her orgasm. Her arms stay on her back as she continues to push back against me. Her spasms squeeze my throbbing cock. I can’t hold out any longer and release deep within her.

We both fall forward onto the blanket. I stay for a bit then roll off her. We catch our breaths before she moves into the crook of my arm, throwing a leg over mine. My hand pulls her head to my chest. We are both lost in the aftershock of our love making.

After a long rest, we both take a dip in the lake to cool our bodies. I take her again there. We spend the afternoon swimming and making love many times over. It seems that neither of us can get enough after our long wait.

When both of our hunger for food becomes more than our hunger for each other, we remount the horses and ride back to the barn. We spend the evening on the deck watching the deer feed in the pasture below us. I tell her that we will be staying here for a while longer. And that team is almost finished with their research into how we can put her old Master away for good.

To be continued…

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Day 5 – The Train Ride…His ‘Whore’ for the Day

Kaitlin and Andrew both woke up early the next morning to the blare of the alarm. Her Master had wanted an early start to what he had planned for the day and had set it the night before. Pulling her toward him now, he reached around her to shut it off. Lowering his mouth to hers he kissed her good morning. She sighed contentedly against him as she returned his kiss.

He forced her mouth open with his tongue and sucked on hers as he placed his hand on her mound. Pushing the lips apart, his fingers sought her clit as she moaned against him. Roughly he rubbed the little nub as she felt herself respond to his touch. She could tell from his actions and the lack of conversation between them he wanted her hard and fast this morning. It wasn’t gentle lovemaking he was seeking but the desire to fuck her hard and she responded accordingly.

He lowered his head to her nipple biting down on it as she lay beneath him. Only his mouth on hers and him sucking her tongue kept her from screaming aloud as he thrust a finger inside her gauging her wetness for him. Satisfied she was wet enough to take him, he pulled her on top of him and forced her down on his hard cock, plunging into her cunt. With his hands on her hips, he set the tempo on how he wanted her to fuck him and she complied. He lay there beneath her as she began to ride his hard cock, clenching him inside her.

“Pull apart my cunt for me baby and stroke my clit”, he ordered.

She did as he instructed, searching for the little bud and finding it, began to stroke it as she moved up and down his shaft with his hands on her waist. She had found out in their time together her Papa liked watching her masturbate for him, liked watching her own fingers stroking ‘his’ clit and pushing in and out of ‘his’ cunt. She did things with this man that she had never dreamed she would do before. She was unable to deny him anything, the hold he had on her was that strong.

“Harder little one. Fuck me harder”, he ordered.

With his hands guiding her, she increased her movements as her cunt sheathed him. She was wet enough now for the sounds to echo through the quiet room as she moved up and down his hard shaft. Rising above him and then slamming down her cunt on him, her butt hitting his pubis. His hands grabbed her ass now as she stroked him harder. Her own body was responding to the desperate way she was being fucked this morning, the way her Papa was using his cunt for his pleasure.

She felt him go stiff as the first spurts of hot cum were felt inside her. He groaned as he filled her womb and with his hand on top of hers rubbed harder on her clit, demanding she have her own release. Pulling hard on the nipple that still bore his teeth marks, he ordered her to cum now for him. That was all the coaxing she needed and she felt her own orgasm race through her body. She fell across his chest as her body convulsed over him, his cock still buried inside her.

“Good morning baby”, he said with a grin in his voice.

She rose a little from her position and leaned down to kiss him on his lips. “Good morning to you too Papa”, she said laughing. Swatting her butt he told her they had no time to dawdle this morning.

Grabbing her hand he pulled her up with him as he arose from the bed. “Go take your shower my pet while I lay out your clothes and fix me some tea,” he said as he bent down and kissed her forehead. “We are going to take the train downtown since that is our destination this morning. It should be crowded this time of day and I think you remember our discussion from quite some time ago what I want you to do for me.”

“Yes Papa I remember, but I never dreamed you would be there watching”, she said with a smile on her lips now.

He had professed a desire a while back for her to tease and flirt with a stranger on a train ride. At that point the train service in her area was barely getting started but as gas prices rose and construction continued on one of the major highways of the city, more and more commuters opted to use the train service each day. At times it could be so crowded it was standing room only on the ride to downtown and for this particular idea of Andrew’s that would work perfectly.

As she showered, she wondered what her Papa would make her wear today. Not that it truly mattered because she would wear whatever he selected, but there was nothing in her wardrobe that she could think of that would entice men the way she knew her Papa wanted her to from their talks online so many months before. She soon found out however when she left the shower toweling herself dry and entered her bedroom.

On the bed was the garter belt she had worn the first night they met but the articles of clothing beside it she had never seen before and realized Andrew had purchased them for her with this ‘scene’ in mind. The hose were sheer black stockings and she looked forward to the feel of the silk on her legs. The black skirt beside it was just a scrap of material indicating it was extremely çapa escort short, much shorter than anything she had ever owned or wore. The white silk top beside it was rather sheer she could tell from glancing at it.

She bit down on her lip and realized her Papa intended for her to be his ‘slut’ today and she was to be dressed accordingly. As usual, there was no bra or panties in sight and she was going to look more provocative than she had ever looked before. Without him ‘making’ her, she knew she would never have been able to wear those clothes before her. Color infused her cheeks as she realized what she was allowing him to make her do. There was no way she could deny him anything though so she dropped the towel and began dressing.

“I want you to wear more make up than you normally do baby. And I also want you to use the rouge makeup for your nipples that I have provided you”, he ordered in a no nonsense tone.

“Dear God”, she thought to herself. “I am going to look like a whore”. She knew that was his intention though and she nodded her acquisition as she replied to him, “Yes Papa”.

She sat down at her dressing table only clad in the garter belt and stockings as Andrew left the room to take his own shower. As she made up her face using a heavier hand than normal, she let her thoughts wander to what was soon to transpire. She wondered to herself just how she was going to be able to handle this and ‘perform’ for her Papa the way he desired.

Even though it had been quite some time since these particular fantasies had been discussed with Andrew, she remembered them all in full detail. She hadn’t been able to do it for him before because at the time the train to downtown was relatively new and the idea just wasn’t feasible, but she could now see it working just the way he had wanted back then. The difference now was that he would be right here watching and she was to entice a strange man with her Master as an audience.

She absently rubbed the rouge into her pale nipples making them darker knowing that was what Andrew wanted, for another man to be able to see her breasts and nipples through the silk blouse. Finishing her make up she stood to get dressed. She had no idea but her Papa was silently watching her as she donned the clothes he had selected for her. She pulled the lovely silk blouse on and slowly fastened the buttons. She left the top three undone knowing that was what Andrew would want.

She stood before her mirror above her dresser looking at her image before her. The nipples were very obvious in the somewhat see through blouse, much more so with the rouge than they would have been without it applied. Her nipples were rather pale in their natural state and the makeup enhanced them so they could clearly be seen. They hardened as she observed herself, her body giving away to the lust she felt doing this for her Papa. Her mind might be rebelling somewhat but her body was telling her it excited her to be ‘made’ to do what her Master wanted.

She reached for the skirt and pulled it up her hips. The bottom of the skirt barely covered the tops of her hose and the garter belt and she knew then when she sat down for whatever reason, they would show. Just the tops granted, but they would definitely be seen by anyone observing. Without even being told she knew how Andrew would want her hair and now bent over with her hairbrush to brush it from the underside adding volume to her long tresses. It would give her that tousled “I just rolled out of bed’ look that she was sure Andrew would want for the image he was trying to project of her today.

Standing back up she was startled to see Andrew before her now. Seeing the look on his face though she could tell she met with his approval. He handed her 3-inch heels to her and she slipped them on her feet. The night she and Andrew had met for the first time she had been sexy for him but this went beyond that. This outfit screamed ‘fuck me’ to anyone that was to see her. The first night she was provocative but she now really did look like a slut like he had obviously intended. He wanted other men to want to fuck his baby, for them to see her as slutty as possible. He had no intention of letting anyone they might meet on the train fuck her today, this scene was strictly for her to tauntingly tease any man that saw her. He would be right there to protect her so nothing would happen to her but it was his desire for her to be a whore today. He was getting semi hard again just looking at her body clad in the clothes he had chosen for her. He had dressed himself while she was getting ready and they were now ready to leave.

He took her arm and led her out the door toward the bus stop that would take them to the train station. With only a short wait because of the time of day it was, soon a bus pulled up and they got on. He had her sit in the front seat that faced outward as he went a few rows back to sit behind her and observe.

There was a man sitting across from her and as she sat down the fatih escort skirt did pull up like she had feared it would and when she crossed her legs the man got a peek at her bare pussy. That part had not dawned on Kaitlin but it had Andrew and he closely watched the man’s reaction to his baby. The man’s eyes traveled up and down her mentally stripping the women before him as he winked at her. Kaitlin knew how her Papa expected her to behave and she smiled back at the man casually wetting her lips with her tongue. She glanced at the man’s crotch and saw he had become hard just looking at her. Even in her embarrassment at how she was dressed, it gave her a thrill to know she was responsible for that and felt her own body responding. If the man also got off at the train stop perhaps he would be the candidate for her seduction ‘scene’ for her Master.

She changed positions and re-crossed her legs unknowingly once again giving the man another view of her cunt. Andrew watched with amusement at the man practically salivating over his precious baby. The man was now smiling widely at Kaitlin with obvious want on his face as he asked her name. She gave him a fictitious name and asked his, openly flirting with him now. They made small talk as Andrew watched from his vantage point. Shortly the bus pulled up to the train station and the passengers alighted to catch the train. The man was now close behind her not wanting to let this creature out of his sight. Her Master followed them both never indicating that he was with her as he allowed this scene to unfold.

Sure enough, the train was crowded when they got on and it was standing room only. They moved toward the back holding on to overhead straps to keep from falling as the train took off. The motion caused Kaitlin’s skirt to pull up some and her lovely legs were on display. The man was right behind he and in the crush of bodies Kaitlin moved closer to him. Her butt was now almost up against his crotch and he moved closer to her.

When she didn’t back away he moved closer still and she could feel his hard cock against her bottom. When she once again didn’t object, he reached out to caress her ass as the train pulled into the underground tunnel beneath the freeway of the city. Raising her skirt a little, she felt his hand on her bare ass. When she still didn’t object and because of the vast amount of people on the train and he knew it was highly unlikely anyone else could see, he reached under her and stroked her shaved mound.

She could hear his breathing deepen as she allowed him to stroke her Papa’s cunt with a smile on her face for the man she knew was watching her every move and would be there to take care of her if the need arose. She reached behind her and casually let her hand stroke the man’s cock through his trousers. She heard his sharp intake of breath as he slipped a finger inside her damp cunt. As the train glided beneath the city the man started fucking her with his finger as she rubbed his bulging cock. Her pussy clenched his finger inside her as he moaned softly. Faster he moved his finger in and out of her and Kaitlin let her body go, somehow knowing this was what her Master wanted and desired. As the train raced through the city she came for this man but more importantly for her Papa. The man, who had told her that his name was Greg, felt her juices spurt and coat his finger as his cock ached beyond belief for this woman before him.

Presently though the train came out of the tunnel and he quickly withdrew his finger. Holding it up to his nose he inhaled her aroma. Leaning down he whispered in her ear he wanted to fuck her so much. She told him she wanted him too and he asked for her telephone number. Sticking with using a fake name, the number she gave him wasn’t hers either but he wouldn’t know that yet. The stop she and Andrew had agreed upon earlier was coming up and she told the man that although she hated to she had to get off now. The doors slid open and she headed to the exit as she turned back to look at the man and licking her lips. With a slight wave with her fingers, she mouthed to the man to ‘call me’ and stepped out onto the sidewalk. She stood there as the train took off and soon felt her Papa’s arms around her waist. She turned to him and raised her face up to him the unspoken question was in her eyes.

He pulled her tightly against him and begun briskly walking down the sidewalk away from the station. Kaitlin had no idea if she had pleased him or not with her actions under his directions with the man on the train. She so desperately wanted him to answer her unspoken questions but prudently waited for him to say something, anything to let her know. She walked briskly with him to keep up with his long stride, her very high heels making it slightly difficult but knew better than to complain.

Presently they reached what appeared to be a deserted alleyway between buildings and he abruptly turned in pulling her along side him. She was quite perplexed wondering just what they were doing aksaray escort here but firmly kept her thoughts to herself. All of a sudden she felt him dragging her behind a close by dumpster and he twirled her roughly around pushing her face forward into it the receptacle.

He quickly lifted her skirt and smacked her bare bottom with his open palm. She flinched but didn’t cry out with the unexpected torture to her ass. Kaitlin felt him spreading her cheeks apart and roughly shoving a finger into her wet cunt that was still dripping from cumming on the train ride. With his other hand he grabbed hold of her luxurious hair snapping her head back against him. If it had been anyone but her beloved Papa, she would have been petrified and as it was she was still somewhat frightened of his actions and rough handling of her.

“You’re my dirty little slut aren’t you baby?” Andrew growled into her ear. “You wanted that man to fuck you didn’t you whore? You wanted to feel his hard cock buried deep inside MY cunt didn’t you?” As if to underline his words and their meaning, he cupped her bare pussy with his large hand.

“No Papa,” she stammered to him with tears building in her eyes. “I was only doing what you told me to, only following your orders.”

“You’re lying baby, not only to me but to yourself. You wanted him to fuck you hard. You wanted him to ram his hard cock in your dripping pussy until you came. You didn’t care who was watching, that was how badly you wanted it.” Andrew said with his head close to her ear.

Kaitlin was momentarily speechless not knowing what to think about what her Master was saying. But deep inside herself she knew he was right and she turned 100 shades of red realizing just how well he knew her and all her dirty little secrets. As if from a distance, she heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper being lowered and felt his engorged penis up against her bare butt.

She gasped when she realized what he meant to do to her in this public place but remained still and not struggling in his hard grasp. In one swift thrust his hard shaft was deep inside her very moist cunt. She was shaking her head side to side as if to say no she did not want this but Andrew knew better. He knew her far better than she had yet realized or accepted.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it slut? To be fucked senseless from behind by that man on the train. You wanted to feel his cock thrusting in and out you like this didn’t you my little whore?” he bellowed menacingly in her ear loud enough for only her to hear.

“No Papa, I swear to you I didn’t. I was only doing what you asked of me. Please believe me,” she begged with tears streaming down her face.

“Baby we both know you’re lying. You wanted it so bad, just like I am doing to you now.” Andrew said as he plunged in and out of her fuck hole.

Kaitlin felt her body’s betrayal as she found herself pushing back against him as his throbbing cock moved in and out of her cunt. She felt her muscles involuntarily clutching him to her as her juices seeped out of her steaming hot pussy. For a moment neither one of them spoke as her Master fucked her hard, fucked her like the whore she was for him and her realizing just how right he had been and how much she wanted to be fucked, how much she enjoyed being his slut.

“I’m going to ask you one more time baby,” he said slamming into her repeatedly. “Tell your Master the truth. Tell me how much my slut wanted this.”

With her voice trembling and her cunt clenching him tighter, she managed to gasp out the words they both knew had been the truth all along. “Yes Master. Your dirty little whore wants to be fucked, needs to be fucked like the slut I am.” With finally admitting that she gave herself over to this moment between them and ground her ass against him, without words showing him how much she needed what he was doing to her.

Andrew’s large hands encircled her waist as he fucked her hard and fast, grunting as he repeatedly slammed in and out of her. Her right hand seemed to have a mind of it’s own as she lowered it to rub her clit as he fucked her grunting along with him. Her eyes darkened with passion as she felt the climax building inside her. Her Master furiously pushed his throbbing shaft in and out of her ever-increasing wetness. One corner of her mind fleeting thought of what she was fast becoming for this man deep inside her, but she truly didn’t care as he branded her body with his prick.

She had never really thought of herself as a ‘whore’ or a ‘slut’ because although she had several lovers over the years, the affairs had always been discrete. She had pretty much kept that part of her life very private reflecting her persona of how she was raised by her parents in a small town. In the short time she and Andrew had been together this week, they had done far more in sexual exploits than she would ever have dreamed possible.

Andrew’s movements jerked her mind back to the now of what was transpiring between them, him fucking her like a dog in heat. Fucking her in public with her skirt pulled up around her waist and anybody that happened to turn and walk down the deserted alley towards them would have seen immediately what was happening. Her face was contorted with the animalistic nature of the act between them and she grunted in rhythm to his repeated thrusts in and out of her cunt.

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Since we had to wait a few weeks until Spring Break, Katie decided to do some basic research on a female led relationship over the internet. At least that is what she told me, I think a lot of this stuff just came from her own fantasies. But it isn’t my place to question what she tells me; we BOTH agreed she would be my boss.

We maintained our social lives as a young couple living together. We went out with friends, went to movies and bars, all the usual college social activities. Only once, did my chastity, and her control over me come up with our friends. Fortunately, we were able to deflect the situation, so no one was the wiser. Well, maybe except for Katie’s friend, Barb.

I’ve asked Katie about what she thinks Barb knows, and if she has told Barb about us. Katie just laughed and told me that was none of my business! Katie said MY business was keeping her happy and becoming a famous, well paid author, nothing more.

I’ll tell the story, so you can decide.

We were at a pizza parlor near campus with our friends, Barb, my best friend, Steve, his girlfriend, Cheryl, and Katie’s second-best guy friend (I’m first!), Chris, who we all assume is gay, but no one talks about it. We had just finished a Pizza and ordered our fourth pitcher of beer. We weren’t drunk, but we were all in a happy and talkative state of mind.

Steve said, “Tell me, Willie, why have you taken to wearing that choke chain dog collar?”

My hand went to my neck, “You don’t like it?”

“It’s not that, it’s just not something I thought you would do, that’s all.”

“Well,” I said, “Katie likes it and that’s good enough for me!”

Katie spoke up, “I don’t know, I think it’s kind of sexy! Besides, it will be even sexier if he ever grows some chest hair!” Everyone had a good laugh at my expense, as I am famous in my circle for looking a bit young.

“Besides!” Barb said, “How else is she going to keep him under control when she takes him out for a walk late at night?” Again, everyone laughed at this imagery.

“Yeah!” I said sheepishly, “It’s those damn squirrels! If I see one, I just want to run off and chase them!”

Cheryl spoke up as well, “Well I’m with Katie! I think it’s sexy!” She turned to Steve and leaned against him, “Maybe I’ll get you one, so I can take YOU for a late-night walk!”

Everyone went, “OOH” at this, and we all made jokes about Steve on a leash and competing with me for all the squirrels in town. I glanced at Barb, and I saw her smile and wink at me while I felt Katie grab my caged cock through my slacks. At that point, I began to wonder just what Barb knew, and if she was helping Katie come up with ideas on how to use me.

During this time, Katie was also ratcheting up what she was beginning to call ‘my training’. She began to tie me up in new and inventive ways, and I wasn’t always on the bed when she did so. Sometimes, she would just tie my hands behind my back, and have me kneel in front of her and lick either her pussy ataşehir escort bayan or her ass.

At one point, she tied me up in what was a very fancy set of knots, my hands trapped against my sides and left me lying naked, without the cage, in front of the sofa while she sat on that sofa and rested her feet on my face. She wouldn’t let me kiss or lick her feet at all. When I asked her why, she said that since she was the boss, I needed to learn patience and obedience. That it was enough that she wanted to do this to me, and it was not my place to question her.

Later, she got my pillow from the bed, and a spare blanket, covered me up, and I slept on the floor in front of the couch. I was as erect all night long, and with my arms tied to my sides, I remained that way!

I must have slept a little, as I woke that morning with an incredible need to pee, “Katie!” I called out.

“Well! The sleepy-head is awake!” Katie was behind my head, and by tilting my head back into an uncomfortable position, I could see her. She was dressed in a smart looking skirt and blouse and wearing some ‘sensible’ pumps. The hem of the skirt, just came to her knees. All in all, she looked very professional.

“Why are you all dressed up?” I asked.

“I’ve got an interview with that med school down in Springfield this morning.”

“Oh, Good luck!”

“Thanks!”

“But honey, I’ve REALLY got to pee! Can you untie me?”

“No, Babe, I can’t have you walking into the bathroom without your cage on! I just don’t think you have the will power to not play with yourself just yet!”

“But I really got to go!”

“Well what if I get you an old coffee tub, and you pee into that?”

“I’ve morning ‘wood’!” I whined, “there’s no way my dick will be flexible enough for me to pee into a tub!”

“I’ve got an idea! Let me get that coffee tub!” She walked away from me and I heard her in the kitchen. She was opening cupboard doors, opening the refrigerator, taking her sweet time! Meanwhile, I was trying not to pee all over myself.

Katie came back and stood over me with one foot on each side of my head. All I could see was her long legs stretching up for what seemed like 20 feet before they came together at that incredibly beautiful panty covered snatch. Despite my discomfort, I was in awe of the beautiful young woman who had chosen me . . . ME, as her companion. I felt like the luckiest man in the world.

“I’m pretty sure I can soften you up quickly!” she said brightly, “Then I can aim you at the coffee tub, so you can pee!”

It was clear that she would give me a hand job, but I was a little embarrassed by having her hold me while I peed into a big container. “Can’t you just untie me?”

“No, Babe! I don’t have much time for this, and you know you couldn’t keep your hands from yourself if you were alone! It’s this or nothing!”

“Okay!” I was defeated.

Slowly, Katie lowered pendik escort bayan herself onto my face, “At least,” I thought, “I’ll get a hand-job out of this.”

Once Katie had seated herself comfortably with that little wiggle she does when mounting my face, I felt her lean forward a bit and I anticipated a pleasant start to the morning. Then, suddenly, I felt, Antarctica on my genitals!

“Whoa!” was my muffled cry, “What are you doing?”

Katie lifted herself a bit off my face, “It’s a bag of frozen peas! I read about this on a web site! It is guaranteed to deflate a man quickly! Once you are soft enough, I’ll aim you towards the coffee tub.”

Katie was right, I did go soft very quickly, “Let me get the tub into position. . . there!”

I felt her take me into her hand, “I hope you’re long enough for this to work! I don’t want to change clothes. Okay, try to go now.”

It took me a moment to shift mental gears, and then I released a strong stream.

“Stop!” Katie said, “You’re going all over the place! You’re going to have mess to clean up after I leave!”

“Can’t you just untie me?” I really didn’t like having my fiancée ‘help’ me pee in this way.

“I’ve told you ‘no’ a couple of times now!” Katie said, sharply, “I think if I roll you over on your side, I can make this work.”

She stood up and walked between me and the sofa, “Help me roll you onto your side.”

I was bound tightly so I couldn’t do much, but I did what I could. I felt my hip roll into a wet puddle. Katie put the coffee tub into position, tilted it a bit, then took hold of me and aimed me into the tub. “Ok, now go!”

I let loose a stream, as strong as before, “Yipee! It’s working! Mostly.” Katie exclaimed, “How do you guys aim this thing?”

“Yeah, they should come with some sort of gunsight! Oh! That feels SO good!” It took awhile for my water to stop.

When I was done, Katie got up and walked to the bathroom.

I raised my head to follow her with my eyes. “Hey! Where are you going? I’m still tied up here!”

Katie stopped and turned back to face me and then held up the coffee tub, “I’ve got to get rid of this, don’t I?” She smiled an evil grin, “Unless, of course, you’d like to drink it. . .”

“OOH! No Thank you!”

“Hmm, I seem to recall a couple of weeks ago, that you said you wanted to drink my pee! Were you making that up?”

“No, but it was YOUR pee I wanted to drink, not my own!”

Katie raised the index finger of her free hand, “Be careful of what you wish for! Or at least be careful of telling me about it!”

I must have looked shocked, because Katie laughed heartily, she somehow manages to be beautiful even snorting like a horse! “Don’t panic TOO soon! I haven’t decided if, how, or when I will grant your wish! But I’ve heard that a diabetic who spills a lot of sugar into his, or her, urine, makes that urine taste sweet! Maybe you ümraniye escort bayan could be my personal glucose monitor! I’d hate to have diabetes and not know it!”

MAN! I let my head fall back to the floor with a thump, I wished I had had more presence of mind to not be so forthright when she told me to tell her my deepest sexual secrets. Surely, if I had been thinking properly, I could have come up with something that satisfied her need to ‘know’ me, but which still protected my male ego!

I hear her flush the toilet, wash her hands, and walk back to me. She knelt and began to lock my penis back into its cage. Oddly, I felt some level of rightness about being locked back up. I knew that if I were home alone without the cage, I would do exactly what Katie didn’t want, and I would masturbate 3 or 4 times before she got home again. And to tell the truth, it was starting to feel ‘odd’ when I was unlocked.

Then Katie began to untie the series of complex knots she had wrapped me in. “Tying you up like this is a lot of fun, for both of us I think, but it’s a pain in the butt, to remove them.”

“Yeah, I like it a lot, but I can see the trouble of removing this stuff!”

“I think I’m going to look on the internet for some simpler roping tricks that are just as satisfying.”

“Hmm” I said agreeably.

“What’s on your agenda for the day?” Katie asked.

“No classes, today. I thought I’d work on my novel. Professor Haze is starting to nag me to get her suggested changes submitted to her.”

“So, don’t you like submitting to Professor Haze?” Katie’s tone was playful.

“Not as much as I like submitting to you!”

“Good! She’s too pretty by far!”

“Ah, she’s older, and married, and kind of scary! I just need you to submit to!”

“Keep it that way and I’ll make sure that we both remain happy and content!” She said as she freed me from the last of my bondage. “While I’m gone, would you clean up this mess? I don’t want the smell of urine to sink into the wood.”

“Of course! My dear!”

Katie stood up and I stood to face her, “Also, DO THE DISHES! You were supposed to do them last night!”

“Yes, I had planned, all along, to do them this morning.”

“Well, your life will get very difficult if they aren’t done when I get home. Why do you think you slept on the floor last night? I bet Professor Haze’s husband does the dishes when she tells him to!”

“Worry Not, my Dear! Thy will be done! And I don’t think I’ve ever met her husband!”

“I have,” Katie said, “He’s the Anatomy and Physiology instructor. He reminds me a bit of you, only older, I wonder if he is as obedient as you are?”

I kissed her on the forehead, “I suspect there isn’t a man on campus who wouldn’t do anything you asked of them. I have to be VERY obedient in order that I stay in your favor!”

Katie harrumphed, “I’m from Hollywood, I know bullshit when I hear it!” She turned and walked to the door. After she opened the door, she turned to look at me and pointed to the floor, “Don’t forget, clean up, and do the dishes!”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said smarmily.

Katie smiled at me, and said, “I should be home no later than 1:30 or 2:00 this afternoon. Be a good boy for me!” And with that, she blew me a kiss and left.

I set about to clean the floor and do the dishes.

To be continued. . .

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Lissane came home from another day of tiring work. She worked in a place worse than hooters, men could be shameless. Though, she felt no sexual attraction to them she didn’t dislike them. The blonde kicked of her shoes before walking down a carpeted hall towards her room. “I’m home..” she said, though she lived with none but a spoiled white-haired cat named Sorata who meowed at her as a response.

She sat onto the plush purple blankets of her bed and opened her laptop. After typing in a password she was in, the first thing that popped up automatically was a familiar chat room. It was innocently named ‘Brøken’. That was to make others that weren’t in the loop if looking at the tab to think it was a random chat room. The color scheme was changeable depending on the user and Lissane chose a grey scale.

Høllow_Eternîty: I’m home

It was something Lissane had been saying in the chatroom forever. She was quite popular in the dirty chatroom and had made quite a few friends.

PussyIsKing: Welcome

Chained_Mirrors: Welcome

SarahBear: Heyyyy!!

14U: WE MISSED YA BITCH

YourSlave: *Kissses*

Rikki4Life: You missed some funny shit

She talked to those six the most, she knew Pussy was a guy who’s gender association was female. His birth name was Dean but he changed it to Krissy. Sarah and Rikki’s names were obvious and they were 24. 14U was Mary at 32, YourSlave was a Russian by the name of Victoria and Chained was a 23 year old Brit by the birth name of Arisa but she called herself Risa. They all knew in return knew Lisane’s name, gender and that she was the youngest at 21.

Høllow_Eternîty: What?

Rikki4Life: Pussy reached şişli escort his climax 4 us fingering his ass on cam

PussyIsKing: Her.

Rikki4Life: U no what ah meant mate

Chained_Mirrors: Was that supposed to be British?

Rikki4Life: 😀

{Private Message}Chained_Mirrors: I bet you’re horny right now slut.

Chained_Mirrors: That was racist gurl frieend.OBAMACARE

Rikki4Life: Was that was supposed to be a black person?

{Private Message} Høllow_Eternîty: A little..

Lissane was a bit surprised by it. It seemed Chained always knew when she was aroused. Lissane rubbed her thighs together, they were really erogenous areas. “N..nhh.” a small moan escaped her lips.

{Private Message}Chained_Mirrors: Rub yourself through your panties and turn the sound on for me.

Lissane obeyed unquestioningly as she always did. She turned her sound on but only for the woman. She then brought two fingers down to her panties, rubbing her pussy softly through the soft white material of her panties. It was simply considering she’d been wearing a skirt. “Ah… hah… it feels, ahn, good!” She seemed to get more excited masturbating when it was with Chained. She leaned back and spread her legs to allow herself more access. Though accidentally she ended up pressing a few buttons on the remote and turning the news on where it droned on about California politics.

{Private Message}Chained_Mirrors: Is that your TV? You live in Cali? Move the panties to the side.

“Ah… yes Mistress. On the coast too.” She said easily as she pushed her panties aside to rub herself directly. Her and Chained tuzla escort had been having this type of relationship online for a long time. Honestly Lissane was in love with her.

{Private Message}Chained_Mirrors: So do I. Do you know the Little Bytes Cafe downtown?

“Y-yes! I do! It’s still open do you wanna-”

{Private Message}Chained_Mirrors: Be there in thirty minutes.

Chained_Mirrors Logged Out

Lissane re-arranged herself though her pussy was still wet. She grabbed her purse and was out the door soon enough. It took a short drive from her apartment in her modest VolksWagen to end up waiting outside the cafe. Only then did she realize she was still in the black pencil skirt, white button up blouse and lab jacket she’d come from work in. She was a marine biologist and at five foot four and a petite figure guys tended to treat her like a toy.

Many faces passed in that ten minutes but the moment she laid eyes on the brown-blonde haired striking woman she knew that it was her. “Risa?” Lissane jumped in place, her own light blonde hair flowing with her. The woman gave her a rather critical look before a half smile appeared on her face. “You came early?” She gave a small chuckle at the gesture.

“Aris-” Lissane started to say but she was cut off by “Mistress.”

“Y-Yes, I meant mistress… I was excited so..” She looked off, rubbing her neck in slight embarrassment. “Lets eat then.” Arisa patted her back to get her to begin walking in the cafe.

The last thing Lissane remembered was the strong aroma of coffee, then she was tied up, suspended from a basement. “NNNH! NNNH!” She began protesting pendik escort loudly, though her mouth was duck taped and she was almost sure protesting would’ve done no good anyways. She was tied up eagle style so there was not a chance of her grabbing something sharp.

Suddenly a wave of pleasure racked her body, she’d somehow become extremely aroused. The lips of her shaved pussy began to get wet and after a little she could hear the ‘plop’ of drops of her juices hitting the floor. It was utterly humiliating, and that made it feel all the better.

Out of nowhere the sound of footsteps approached her, Arisa’s face coming into view. Without speaking she bent down, licking at Lissane’s dripping cunt. “A-ah! Mistress!” She called out, a bit loudly. Arisa held the woman’s hips still, darting her tongue into the woman’s hole. She sucked slightly, enjoying the slightly sweet taste of the moaning Lissane.

She moved her tongue in and out quickly. Her face practically in the woman’s soaked pussy. Lissane’s moans got louder and louder as Arisa’s tongue darted faster and faster. She swung her hips in closer and threw her head back, cumming then and there. Though, she ended up squirting right into Arisa’s mouth. Arisa treated it just like a water fountain and left her mouth open, drinking the liquid when she was done.

Next she put a collar on the woman with a small smirk of pride. “You belong to me. You are my property.” Arisa said firmly, dragging her tongue across her lips. She was dressed in grey sweats and a white tank that showed off her large breasts perfectly. Her blonde-brown hair was in a messy bun and her hazel eyes seemed to be almost amused.

“Yes… Mistress.” Lissane submitted to the woman easily and without question. “Good girl.” Arisa cut the ropes slowly with a nearby box knife so Lissane could stand to her feet. “From now on your pretty little prissy can’t cum until I say it can. Got that?” She spoke, gesturing the small blonde to follow her up the stairs.

“Yes Mistress.”

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He selected the ladle from the other utensils in the kitchen. It had a slender but firm handle that he could use. There was a slight curve to it but something told him that it would help him in what he was about to do.

“Send me a picture,” Juliet ordered him, her voice filled with excitement.

Turning the phone to the ladle, he took a quick picture of it. The utensil was as long as his forearm. Not that he had any intention of using its full length. Only the first few would assist.

“Seems like the perfect toy for you,” Juliet said as he made his way back to the couch. “At least, until you have some proper toys. Set the phone down onto the table. Put me on speaker.”

He did as she told him to, sitting down with the kitchen utensil in hand. His fingers ran along the firm plastic, his eyes wandering to the tip. It was blunt, about the width of his thumb, not like the more rounded tip of Juliet’s toy. He thought about the realistic shape of it and how good it felt inside of him. It was such an experience, he was tempted to go out and find the nearest sex shop to buy one tonight.

“How do I get it ready for me?” He asked, looking down at it. “I don’t have any lubricant.”

“Saliva works well in a pinch,” Juliet said. “Go on, spit on it and rub it in.”

Spitting into his palm, he began to rub his saliva into the first six inches of the plastic handle. It was quickly coated, shining in the half-light coming through the window. He spat twice more into his hand, getting it as wet as he possibly could.

“It should be ready now,” Juliet’s voice seemed to be getting more excited by the moment. “Lay on your side. Lift up one leg and hold it. Rub some spit into the rim of etiler escort your ass.”

He was at her mercy. There was not even the slightest feeling in his mind to question her. Only follow her orders. Another glob of saliva was spat onto his fingers as he laid out on the couch. His wet fingers slipped between the firm, round cheeks of his ass and pressed against his backdoor. He moaned out, biting down on his bottom lip. It was the first time he had ever touched himself like this. His fingers carefully traced along the rim of his ass, massaging the saliva into his skin carefully. He couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

“Do you have anything inside of you yet?” Juliet said.

“Not yet, Mistress,” He said, panting softly. “Just preparing myself some more.”

“Better hurry,” She said. “I’m rubbing myself listening to you. You want to please me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” He breathed without hesitation.

Bringing the wet handle between his cheeks, he began to rub it up and down against his wet asshole. He let out another soft moan, one that was followed by Juliet moaning over the phone.

“I love to hear you moan like that,” She whispered. “Come on. Push it inside of you.”

He slowly began to apply pressure, his grasp tight on the handle of the ladle. The blunt end of it pressed against the wrinkled skin of his asshole and began to push inside. He moaned out hard, gritting his teeth. There was still a slight discomfort to the sensation of penetrating himself. It was something that had made it so difficult the first time. Juliet had certainly made it easier. Now, by himself, even with her on the phone, there was a certain challenge.

“Get bağcılar escort it past the rim,” Juliet instructed. “Come on, my toy. I know you can do it.”

Applying more pressure, he felt the blunt end of the toy slip inside of him. His face was already coated in sweat. He felt so full. The plastic handle of the ladle hadn’t hit where he needed to yet. His member was still throbbing relentlessly. If he didn’t relieve the pressure soon, he was going to have to disobey his Mistress. He did not like the concept of failing her. Moaning softly, he began to work handle in and out of himself, leg shaking, trying to push past the discomfort.

“Listen to me carefully, my toy,” Juliet said over the phone. “Focus on my voice. The pleasure will come soon. You just have to push it in deeper. If you need to, slick it up some more. You’ll be hitting your prostate soon enough.”

The soothing tones of her erotic voice helped calm him. His aching, dripping cock was leaking onto the couch. Another inch of the handle inside of him and he felt it hit home. His prostate was being nudged by the blunt end of the plastic handle. Just as it made contact, a bead of precum formed at the tip of his member and began to leak down onto the couch. He watched it slowly descend, panting softly.

“I hit it,” He said.

“Good,” Juliet said, her voice filled with desire. “Now, abuse it.”

He began to work the makeshift toy back and forth slowly. As it was pushed in deep, the end of it nudged his prostate and forced out more precum from his aching cock. Each time, it was accompanied by a deep moan pulled from his chest. Juliet was moaning topkapı escort herself over the phone, fingering herself deeply as she listened to her toy. Slowly, the beads of precum turned into a milkier cum, drizzling along his shaft.

“Fuck,” He panted. “I’m starting to milk out real cum.”

“Keep going,” She practically begged. “Fuck yourself until you’re drained dry.”

Each time the end of the handle struck his prostate, he let out a soft moan and more cum leaked from his cock. It was such a strange sensation. He wasn’t exactly cumming but cum was leaking from his cock. His eyes were locked on the tip of his round cock head, watching each drop of precum run down the shaft or drip down onto the couch.

“That’s it,” She said to him over the phone, sounding quite satisfied. “Milk out every last drop.”

Juliet’s voice wormed its way through his ears and right into his brain. He had to obey. The thrusts with the makeshift toy slowly began to become aggressive. Strikes against his prostate were firm and quick, each one forcing out another thick bead of cum from his member. Sweat coated every muscle of his tense body, his legs shaking each time the handle pressed inside of him. Time lost all meaning to him. Juliet kept egging him on until he heard her yawn.

“Is it that late already?” Juliet said. “I think you’ve done enough, you horny slut.”

He reached over to his phone with a trembling hand and picked it up. 10 PM. It had been roughly three hours since he started fucking himself with the ladle. Where did the time go? Withdrawing the handle of the ladle, he breathed hard. He was a sweaty, sticky mess, lying back to catch his breath on the couch. Yeah, there was no doubt it was going to leave a pretty bad stain on the couch.

“Thank you, Mistress,” He panted.

“I think you’ll need to make a shopping trip stop on your way home from work tomorrow,” Juliet said with a giggle.

He looked at his phone. “What kind of shopping trip?”

“To the sex shop, of course! I know just the place.”

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Bondage and domination are forms of sexual pleasure that some people take to extremes. This work is not one of them. If you are looking for pain and blood, you will not find it here. If you wish to view a side of sex that offers control, pleasure and pleasing, read on.

*****

Her experience with the strange biker opened up another world for Katy. He had mentally ‘dragged her by the hair’ from the tavern, taken her to a semi-public place and tied her naked to his motorcycle. She was fed his massive penis, eaten out until she came several times, spanked for misbehaving, and anally penetrated by this handsome biker. Then, she asked, no BEGGED to be taken to his place! What was this feeling that drove her behavior?

An avid fan of all things sexual, Katy engaged in lots of different aspects of ‘lovemaking’. She had a relationship with a man, they each had other partners, sometimes together at swapping meetings. She had some experiences with other girls, some better than others. Never had she been treated like she had by Ron. He was forceful, yet gentle. Persuasive, yet suggestive. Demanding, but in a way that she WANTED to give him whatever he wanted, however he wanted it!

For example, when they got to his place, he all but ignored her for a while. He finally spoke after he had made himself comfortable with a drink and a smoke.

“You’ve got too many clothes on.” He said softly.

Katy couldn’t strip fast enough for him. She wanted to be naked in front of this powerful man. On her own, after she peeled off her clothing, she went to his chair and knelt at his side. Her head was bowed and her arms at her sides, near the back of her soft body. She could feel him studying her nude form, but he said nothing. She wanted to jump his body, but thought better of that idea. It did occur to her that he had seen, touched and penetrated her naked body, but she had only seen his penis sticking out of his leather pants. As she thought this, he must have read her mind.

“Go get yourself something to drink, Katy.” Again speaking softly in that commanding tone.

She rose and walked to the kitchen, feeling his eyes scanning her backside. She found a full bar and a well stocked wine cabinet. She selected Seagram’s and ginger ale, and when she returned, found Ron completely nude also. He had started some soft music on his entertainment unit and settled down in a large leather chair. She was entranced by the number of tattoos he had. His arms were almost covered, and both thighs sported large pieces, too. Later she would see the huge tat that covered his back. Right now, she caught herself staring at he soft lump of flesh between his legs.

Even soft, it was at least five or six inches long, a little over an inch across. His heavy sac lay on the soft leather. She watched as he began to ‘firm up’ while he looked at her. Katy was a sort of short girl. Five-four to be exact. She considered herself a little heavy in weight, but she was well proportioned. Her legs were strong and firm at the thighs. She had generous hips and soft curves across her belly. Her C-cup breasts were not as tight as they were when she was younger, but still a nice presentation with light colored areola and nipples that grew quite long when aroused. Her mound was slightly puffy, with small, thick outer labia. Her inner folds were a darker rose than her breasts, hiding a magnificent clitoris that erected to the size of her little finger.

Ron could see the aroused bud sticking out of the blossoming flower of her kitty, which was also dripping her nectar quite liberally. It seemed to him that Katy had an extremely active libido, but she wanted direction when it came to applying its effects. He was only to glad to oblige. Their earlier session outdoors had been quite enjoyable for both of them, so he decided to continue the ‘game’.

“Go into the next room, and make yourself ‘ready’.” He intoned.

“Y …Yes Sir!” she stammered and hurried out to the other room.

She found herself in a “playroom” affixed with several interesting pieces of furniture. There was what appeared to be a massage table, a pair of soft leather chairs, a low bench that one would find in a gym, and what seemed to be a rack to hold weights although there were none in the room. Her gaze crept up to the ceiling where she saw the hooks for hanging a swing of some sort. For whatever reason, she chose the table, and lay down, face up. Her knees were bent off the edge and her arms lay loosely off the upper part of the padded table.

Ron bostancı escort bayan gave her sufficient time to pick her spot, curious as to how she interpreted “ready”. He was pleased that she chose the table. Quietly, he entered the den and stood at the head of the table. He took Katy’s arms and held them out as her face tilted to see the underside of his massive penis inches from her mouth. When she tried to lick up at it, Ron backed away and pulled her wrists together. From under the edge of the table, he produced some padded, soft wrist cuffs that he applied to her slender arms.

He moved then to her legs, which he fastened with similar bands to the legs of the table. Trussed out like that, Katy was totally exposed, and wide open for any sexual advances. Ron thrust a finger into her dripping slit, causing Katy to moan. He lowered his mouth to her swollen clitoris and nipped it gently.

Katy was breathing hard and wanting to cum really bad. Each time he teased her body and stopped, her mind went wild. She thought to herself of the many times she wished that someone would treat her like this. Control her, yet respond to her needs as well. This wonderful man was doing it! She wanted to cum for him, to please him in every way.

Ron left the room, leaving Katy alone in the quiet. She could hear him moving about the house, though. She thought she heard him talking to someone, once.

Ron returned to his captive and without preface, sucked hard on her thick nipples. He also fingered her kitty and rubbed the nectar all through her slit, avoiding her clitoris by fractions of an inch. He looked deep into her green eyes and saw her need, her desire blooming and growing as he touched her soft, fleshy body. While she was repeatedly brought near and denied a cum for what seemed to be hours, he remained calm and gentle, yet persuasive in coaxing her feelings close to the surface.

Katy heard the front door, she thought. Then she saw Ron nod at the corner of the room. Ron placed a towel over her eyes and started to kiss on her dripping kitty in earnest. She was very close to cumming when she felt another pair of lips on her breast. She shrieked in surprise and tried to wiggle the towel away. That brought a swift slap on her thigh. SLAP! “Bad girl! No one told you to move.” She froze in place and accepted the additional set of hands that now caressed her chest and soft belly. Tender lips grazed her mouth, and a tongue pushed deep into it. She responded with her own explorations, and conclude that it wasn’t Ron kissing her. ‘But who?’ she tried to guess.

“Should I let her cum, once?” He asked to the stranger, as if she wasn’t there.

Katy didn’t hear an answer, but gladly felt Ron’s (?) lips and fingers return to her needy vulva with enough enthusiasm to allow her to attain a full, body shaking cum. She cried out and gasped as her waves of release triggered her girl-cum to flow forcefully from her vagina. She bucked and rocked and quivered through the event, almost grateful when the attention eased off.

The next sensation was of some lips and a tongue ‘cleaning’ her messy kitty. It wasn’t Ron. The facial skin was smoother, the lips softer, the gentle touches seemed lighter, too. ‘There is someone else here!’ Katy thought. Her hips responded to the soft licking, rolling up to meet the exploring tongue. Suddenly, the sensations stopped and she was left alone. The towel was quickly replaced by a sleep mask fastened with an elastic strap around her head.

Katy felt someone holding her head as the table was altered. The head section was lowered, and her head was laid back severely. She felt a warm touch at her lips, extended her tongue, and found it to be the crown of a penis. She opened her mouth to see if it would be put inside. It was! She took the throbbing organ into her throat easily in this position. She felt its owner fucking her throat gently, making sure she didn’t gag. Another object began to enter her vagina at the same time. OH! She was ecstatic with a double ended penetration.

The ‘penis’ in her kitty felt strange and cold compared to the one in her mouth. She felt some body weight behind it as well. The weight went away, as did the penis in her mouth, yet the object in her vagina remained. She felt her legs being picked up, cool slippery fingers at her anus, then a larger object being pushed into her back door! It was short and thick. She guessed it was a butt plug. It felt so full having tuzla escort bayan something in her rear and front holes at the same time.

Then she heard the chains rattling. She started squirming and getting concerned.

“What is going on?” She cried out. “Ron! Where are you? What are you doing?”

Ron didn’t answer, nor did his companion. They were assembling a swing at one end of the playroom, and hooking up some restraints to the rack of pipes. His friend Karen helped him with Katy’s ‘clean-up’ and was now getting ready for some pleasure of her own. After using the strap-on in Katy’s kitty, she was pretty horny. She left the fake cock in Katy’s body at Ron’s suggestion. She looked at the helpless girl; strapped to the table, blindfolded, with a dildo in her pussy and a butt plug in her rear.

Karen stood near the rack and extended her arms. This was one of her favorite toys. She held on to the top rail and let Ron tie her wrists high. Then she lifted one leg for him to fasten the sling behind her knee. The other leg followed, and she was suspended so that her knees were high near her chest, her vulva was wide spread and open. Ron sat between he thighs and started eating on the dripping feast of girl-cum nectar.

Not that Ron cared, but in her excitement, Karen let loose a short pee just as Ron started to suck on her swollen clitoris.

SLAP! SLAP!

“OHHHH! AHHHHH!” Came Karen’s screams. “I didn’t mean it!”

SLAP!

“AHHHHHH! NOOOOOO!” She cried out as each blow struck her exposed butt.

She and Ron had played this game before, so they were really performing for the benefit of Katy’s experience. Ron resumed kissing on Karen’s kitty, causing her to moan and shriek as if she were in agony.

“Oh! Please, Sir! Let me go!” She wailed. “Ohnosir! Please, not that!”

Ron was preparing to enter her with his massive hard-on, which she was waiting hungrily for anyway. She ‘fought’ her attacker as he shared love with her, all the while sounding like she was being tortured.

“Please,Please! Let me cum! Oh pleasesir! Let it be over!”

Ron did indeed bring her to a hard cum. Her fluids gushed from her body, soaking Ron and the floor beneath her. They both looked over at Katy and saw that she too was starting to quiver and cum. Karen nodded at Ron and he went to the table.

SLAP! Right across Katy’s mound with an open hand. She screamed.

“I didn’t tell you to cum!” Ron barked. “Behave yourself, or you’ll get more.”

Katy was whimpering. Feeling sorry for the girl she couldn’t see as well as the feeling of fear for herself. She heard the other girl sobbing and the chains again, the next she knew, she smelled the heavy musk of an aroused vagina. She felt the girl’s hands on either side of her head, and the soft flesh of her thighs brush her face. At the angle her face was tilted, it was soon covered with hot, moist flesh which she recognised as another woman’s pussy.

Not waiting to be told, she started licking the sweet nectar from the unknown kitty, she could feel the engorged nub of the throbbing clitoris, and made an effort to suck it into her mouth. Katy heard Ron tell her to “make that cunt cum”. Without her hands, it was difficult, but she soon had the girl bucking and pulling her face tighter to the cumming vagina. Her face was flooded, she almost choked on the volume of girl-cum flowing into her mouth.

It was gone as soon as it had cum. Silence filled her ears. Katy had cum three times without getting caught, listening to Karen cum and cry out. ‘What were they doing, where were they?’ She wondered. The pressure between her thighs was growing, the objects filling her holes pressed against each other through the thin membrane separating the two channels. Katy found she could work her muscles and rub the two together. Her belly was rolling and Ron saw what she was doing.

“Don’t you make yourself cum, little girl!” He growled. “We have other plans for you.”

She felt her bonds being released. Hands held he gently as she slid off the table. Katy was guided to another part of the room and her arms were lifted over her head. Then she felt her legs being spread. A device was fastened to each ankle holding her feet about three feet apart. She discovered that her weight was supported by something above, as well. The objects were still stuffed inside her openings.

She braved the chance to talk to her ‘captors’. “What are you going to do?” she göztepe escort bayan asked. “Let me see, please Sir?”

Her request was granted immediately. The blindfold came off and she was facing a tall, slender girl trussed up on the rack. As before, Karen was sitting in the support straps with her arms outstretched. Her smooth shaven vulva was red and swollen, dripping fluids, just like Katy’s.

“Katy, meet Karen.” Ron said softly.

The girls smiled at each other, Katy not sure if she should say anything.

“Karen is a good friend that has played here many times.” He explained. “She agreed to help out when I told her of our little game in the rest area.”

Ron talked and walked around the girls as though it were the regular thing to have tied up guests ‘hanging’ around. He finally told them to choose who would be free and who stayed tied. Karen knew how to play this one, and immediately screamed out, “Untie me! Let ME down! Oh, please, I beg you, set me down!”

She smiled to herself as Ron did just as she expected. He took Katy down. He rubbed her wrists and ankles after removing the cuffs, then told her to stand near Karen.

“OK, Katy. I want you to take the plug out of your butt. Wash it in that sink over there in very warm water, then bring it back. Just make sure your ‘friend’ in front stays put!”

Katy reached between her legs and slowly pushed the plug from her rear entrance. It felt so empty! She carefully waddled to the sink and cleansed the anal device. Returning to her ‘station’ as told.

“Now my little slut girl, Take that cock out of your pussy and feed it to Karen.”

She looked at Karen and was surprised to see her smiling and nodding ever so slightly. Katy took the strap-on out of her vagina and put it to Karen’s lips. The protests and wiggling were staged of course, but it did get Katy even more aroused. Karen finally opened her mouth, and allowed Katy to push the latex cock into her mouth.

“Let her hold it for a while.” Ron instructed.

Katy let the cock loose, and Karen dutifully held it in her teeth.

“Now, put that butt plug deep into your pussy, and get it real wet. Fuck yourself with it, but don’t cum!”

Katy jammed the plug into herself and fucked her kitty until she was about to cum. She looked at Ron for direction.

“Stick it into Karen’s ass, hard!”

Muffled screams of protest came from Karen’s throat as she shook her head ‘NO!’

Katy pushed the plug at Karen’s wide, exposed anus. She was amazed that it went in so easily. She almost pushed it too far. She could see Karen grinning around the cock in her mouth as the tied girl sighed. It was just like when he did her anally on the bike. She said no, she tried to prevent it, but she wanted it BAD!

Katy realised that she wasn’t the only girl who felt this way. It wasn’t strange to want to be controlled and used for pleasure, especially when the pleasure was hers.

“Now, slut! Take that penis out of her mouth and put it on!”

This was new. Katy had never worn a strap-on, but she soon figured it out. She tightened the straps around her waist and between her legs. Then she admired her ‘cock’ bouncing out in front, like a man.

“Okay, Katy. You shouldn’t have trouble figuring this one out. Fuck her brains out!” Ron instructed.

Katy positioned herself and started teasing Karen’s clitoris and outer lips with the cock. Just like so many men had done with her. She coated it with Karen’s nectar, the set it at her vaginal opening.

SLAP! A swift open hand to her ass caused her to lurch forward and penetrate the swollen kitty of the helpless girl.

“I said, “Fuck her brains out!” Now get with it! Fuck her till she cums!”

Katy jammed the length of the latex deep into Karen’s unprotected kitty. She pounded the girl’s body despite the cries of protest and claims of pain.

“Oh! Please, NO! Stop! You’re hurting meeee!” Karen continued to cry out, until she could hold back no longer. “OHHHHH KAAAAAATTTYYYY!!!! Immmmm Cummmmmingg!!” She rocked and bucked in the swing like restraint, gushing fluids all over the floor and Katy’s front. Katy pulled her close to soothe her and kiss her sobbing lips.

Ron told her to take off the strap-on, and help untie Karen. They remained naked, and Ron went to the kitchen to bring some chilled wine and snacks. The relaxed on the soft carpet in the front room, and discussed the game. Katy asked Karen what her word was when the subject of ‘stop and no’ came up.

“Why, ‘marshmallows’, of course. Who would ever think of them during such wonderful sex?”

They shared quieter, slower love between them throughout the afternoon and evening. Karen and Katy got very into each other, Ron got into them both at one time or another, too. Eventually they bathed together in the large tub and napped for a while, spent, satisfied, and ready for more.

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Our earlier sessions we quick. Some explanation of ground rules and safety which was followed by one full hour of wild femdom.

Then I would pay up, get dressed and leave.

It was only after my 10th session that she actually talked to me.

Our post session time would be spent with me at her feet, talking about our normal lives, my likes dislikes etc.

I would talk about why a high paid young unmarried businessman like me needed to get my secret fantasies fulfilled. She talked about how she was a dominant as far as she could remember.

We connected well.

Things went well until one day she told me about stopping seeing clients again. She had enough of a being a dominatrix and meaningless domination. She just could take no more of constant satisfaction of some rich guy’s dreams.

She had decided to move to Tokyo, the place she always dreamed about since childhood. She wanted to start fresh and have a decent job. I never saw her again.

A year passed before my firm set up its very own office in Tokyo.

Call it coincidence but I was asked to move to Tokyo for what they expected to be a short period.

Being a pretty easy guy, within my first week, I was sleeping with cute Asian chicks. And as an outsider, I was quite popular. But deep inside I missed the wild femdom sessions I had with dominatrix Christina.

I searched around a lot, scanned all the dominatrices in Tokyo but never found her. I realized that she had given up for good or either moved elsewhere.

Then tuzla escort one Friday evening, I was having coffee alone. I almost spilled my coffee when I saw a bus drive by. My heart skipped a beat as I saw her, goddess Christina. I ran out and noted the number. I was not sure it was her. But even in the most crowded cities in the world, there weren’t many Americans.

I immediately pulled out my smart phone and did an extensive search.

Surprisingly she was on facebook while I being such a fool had only checked adult sites. She lived on the outskirts. I took the next bus out of the heart of the city. I pushed my way through the crowd and rushed to the address.

I was quite surprised. The rich dominatrix back in America lived in a rundown house. I stood there panting. Finally I knocked.

The door opened. She stood before me.

I just stood there. I dint know what to do. Then spontaneously we kissed. A passionate deep kiss.

We went in and talked about our past year. She had a small job at a local firm. She told me she liked the challenge of working hard and leading a normal life. She took the bus almost 10 miles daily to get to work.

We talked over two hours until we confessed about how we missed our old fun. We both missed our femdom sessions.

We went on and on almost until midnight before I decided it was time to leave.

I asked her to visit me soon.

She did. The next day she dropped by at my pendik escort house. She kept saying that it was magnificent.

Picking the clue, I asked her if she would be my roommate as it would mean she could easily walk to work.

She agreed.

Within a week she moved in. Our first day was quite tricky. I no longer knew the kind of relation between us. I didn’t know if we were friends, the ones with benefits or even if she had changed. I had no idea and the day passed uneventfully.

I was resting the next day, watching TV. I heard her locking the door. Even after a few minutes, I didn’t see her in the living room. Confused I got up to check. When she came into view, my eyes almost popped out.

She was dressed in tight latex pants, a tight corset, and a beautiful necklace that drew attraction to her breasts. Her jet black hair was let loose. She wore black menacing heels and around her waist, a majestic huge strap on that curved upwards. On her finger she was spinning a pair of steel handcuffs.

She ordered me to strip and kneel. She casually walked up to me and cuffed my hands behind my back. She stuffed a black ball gag into my mouth and fastened it tight. She threw me onto the couch and lubed up my ass.

Slowly, the massive strap on slid into me. The swollen head rubbed against my prostrate sending waves of pleasure. The speed of thrusting gradually increased. She pulled my head back by my hair and violently and rapidly fucked maltepe escort me. The pleasure and pain was unbearable. I screamed for mercy but she continued to violently and brutally rape me ignoring my cries to stop.

Soon I felt her steam running out and she finally stopped. Once she pulled it out of my asshole, I felt sore and a dull pain remained.

She then made me suck her strap on cock clean.

Once I was done she told me I deserved a reward and uncuffed me. She then presented her feet to me and ordered me to jack off onto them. It didn’t take me too long to ejaculate considering the beauty of her sexy tanned legs in those beautiful heels. Then she verbally humiliated me as I was forced to lick and suck my own cum from her feet.

She told me she had a surprise for me. From the bag that she brought home that day, she pulled out a few items. The first was a clear plastic chastity device. She pulled my scrotum and fastened the ring. Then she slipped on the tiny one and a half inch cage and locked my cock and balls up. She then wore the key on her thin gold anklet.

Next came a humiliating light pink collar with shiny jewels and a big O ring. Along with it came matching pink wrist and ankle cuffs.

Every aspect of my manhood was lost as I kneeled in front of her with my pink restraints. She taught me my new place, on the floor on all my fours in her presence.

Finally she asked me to take off her heels and worship her bare feet while she read the latest fashion journal. I held her feet in my palms. I licked, kissed and sucked all the way from her heels to her toes to her ankles.

Days passed and soon she resumed her dominatrix work. My humiliation increased. I was sometimes forced to serve other mistresses, perform at BDSM clubs.

My new life had begun. A live in slave of a powerful dominatrix.

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Help from the Aid

I nibbled on the end of my pen as I daydreamed. I couldn’t wait to get home and open my package that would arrive that evening. I had ordered some new dresses for the upcoming party at my friend’s house.

It was another day, another boring class. I didn’t really care about anything that my Professor had to say.

“Ms. Williams?” my Professor asked and pulled my from my trance, “Would you like to explain the dicotomy of the protagonist and antagonist in the text?” I shook my head and stared down at my papers in shame. My Professor sighed, “So…”

By the time class ended, my brain was fried. I was ready to go; exhausted from “learning.” All I could think about was going home and taking a nap. I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and made my way to the door.

“Ms. Williams?”

I stopped in my tracks and rolled my eyes. I turned around on my heels and put on a fake smile, “Yes, Professor?” I made my way back towards him. I clutched the strap of my purse.

There was some guy from my class standing next to him who honestly looked like he couldn’t care less either. His shaggy hair fell into his eyes. He was wearing dark grey sweater. He always sat in the front of the class and texted people all through class. I had no idea why he could do that, but I couldn’t daydream.

My Professor seemed to be shuffling through papers, but he looked up for a moment and pointed to the tall boy next to him, “This is my aid, Liam. He is going to help you with your next paper. Maybe this will encourage you to pay more attention in class in the future, Ms. Williams.”

My eyes found Liam as he began to speak, “Hi, Sara, is it?”

I rolled my eyes, “Yeah.” I didn’t want him to have any impression that I was to enjoy any of his company.

“Alright then, be sure to exchange phone numbers so that you can plan to study together in the near future,” the Professor began to zip up his breif case and gave us a weak smile before heading out of the classrom and leaving me with Liam.

The Professor’s footsteps on the floor were the only sounds in the room. I refused to say a word.

Liam pursed his lips, “So,” he reached for his phone in his pocket, “Your number?” He offered his phone to me.

If I could roll my eyes any harder, I would have. I took his phone in my hand and quicky added my number to his contacts. My manicured fingers tapped against the screen. Liam held a slight smirk on his face.

“Can I go now?” I sighed. I was more than ready to go home.

Liam nodded, “I’ll text you later, Sar.”

“Sar?” I repeated, clearly confused and annoyed, but something deep inside me felt challenged.

“You don’t like it?”

I was caught a little bit speechless. I didn’t know what to say. On one hand, I wanted to rip his throat out and on the otmy hand, I wanted to push it farther. I opened my mouth to speak, but then thought otherwise and closed it. I bit my lip instead.

He chuckled, “I’ll see you.” He walked past me and left me with my confused thoughts. I watched him walk out of the classroom with that smug look on his face.

I changed my mind—I definitely wanted to rip his throat out.

When I finally gathered myself, I left the classroom. I guess this was going to be my life for the near future. I couldn’t fucking wait. I hated it. I tucked my hair behind my ear and sighed.

My walk to my dorm was uneventful. I didn’t see Krissy today, so I didn’t stop for coffee like usual; I went straight home.

As I put my key in the lock, my phone buzzed. My body became flooded with dread. I knew it was him. I unlocked the door and threw my bag onto my desk. I slipped my feet out of my wedges leaving them in the middle of the room. I held my phone up and nestled myself under the covers of my floral bedset.

Unknown Number

It was definitely him.

I opened the message:

How’s this afternoon? This is Liam by the way.

I rolled my eyes. He really wanted to get a move on with this, but I couldn’t care less. I pulled my covers over my head and screamed into them. This was going to be a long two weeks.

I pulled my phone out and responded to his message:

Is kicking and fighting okay?

I got a response almost instantly:

Only if you’re okay with beyoğlu escort restraints.

I stared at my phone in shock. Who says things like that? I mentally shuddered. Liam was a strange guy.

I typed out reply:

What time?

I didn’t even want to give him the satisfaction of responding to what he said.

Liam didn’t repond immediately, so I opened my Instagram. Krissy was out with her boyfriend right now. They were on a date at a local park. I pursed my lipss as I double-tapped the post. As I was scrolling, I got a text message from Liam.

5:00 pm. 805 Bailey Way.

I thought 5:00 pm seemed a little late, but I realized I just wanted to get this done and over with. There was a mix of nervousness and unexplainable excitement in my stomach. So, I texted him back.

I’ll see you there.

I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was 4:45 pm. Panic coursed through me. I missed my afternoon class and I was about to be late to meet Liam to work on my essay. I mentally cursed myself as I jumped out of bed and quickly ran my hairbrush through my hair, smoothing the blonde strands out. I threw my bag on my shoulder and slipped my wedges on before literally running out of the door.

I tucked my hair behind my ear and pulled my phone out to get the address. It felt like an eternity to get to my car, but it was only a 7 minute drive. I shouldn’t have been too late. I figured that Liam would understand. I put my key in the ignition and reversed out of the parking spot. I let out a soft sigh.

I was a mess in more ways than one.

When I parked my car outside the grey house, it was 5:00 pm, but when I knocked on the door, it was 5:01 pm. I stood outside sheepishly with my bag on my shoulder, nervously tucking my hair behind my ears.

By the time Liam made it to the door, it was 5:05 pm. He slowly opened the door and had an mischevious look on his face that I couldn’t decipher. It both worried me and sent a rush through my body. I blamed the adrenaline rush I was still coming off.

“Hi,” I offered, feeling completely uncomfortable.

Liam seemed to see through my being, “You’re late.”

I hung my head in shame, “I fell asleep.”

He shook his head as he moved away from the door, inviting me inside. It was fairly dimly lit inside the house. I suddenly felt a sense of fear. Liam motioned for me to follow him into a room down the hall. I followed even though something told me that this wasn’t going to be a normal tutoring session.

“I like punctuality, Sara,” he said as we walked. He stole a glance at me before opening the bedroom door.

When we made it into the room, there was only a bed, a desk, two chairs and his laptop in the room. The closet was shut and everything looked pristine. It was unsettling. I sat down in one of the chairs and took my books out from my bag.

As I was distracted, I felt Liam’s hands find my shoulders and gently squeeze. I froze. Instead of panic, I felt excitement. His fingertips massaged into my flesh and I shut my eyes to hopefully prevent myself from showing any enjoyment.

I mumbled out weakly, “What are you doing?”

He leaned down and gently whispered into my ear, “I like punctuality, Sara. You were five minutes late.”

“I was one minute late—it took you four minutes to get to the door!” I said as I whipped my head around and I was met with his lips crashing against mine. I froze again.

He began kissing me. I didn’t fight back. I let myself fall into it. My body started to react and I knew I was in trouble. When the kiss ended, he calmly walked to the bedroom door and locked it. It felt as though the wind was knocked out of me. I wanted more, but I was also terrified of what he was going to do.

Liam sat down in the other chair, “It is your choice. I punish you now for your tardiness or I punish you later.” He looked at me with a calm and collected look on his face.

I just stared at him in shock, “Excuse me?”

He sighed and got up and made his way towards the closet. He pulled out a blindfold and offered it to me, “It is your choice.”

I was running on pure ardrenaline now. I bit my lip. Did he mean what I thought he meant? I almost choked on air. I didn’t know merter escort what to say. I was completely caught off guard. Part of me knew it was beyond crazy, but part of me really wanted to say yes. However, the way he worded it, I didn’t feel like I ultimately had a choice.

When I finally spoke, I caught myself saying, “Okay.”

He helped me stand up and then I felt a swift swat land on my ass. I was caught off guard and I didn’t know what to do. It was firm, purposeful and calculated. Four more quickly followed, each getting harder and harder. I could feel a welt forming on my ass.

“One for every minute you were late,” He smiled and nodded, “On the bed.” I blinked and he said it again more sternly, “Get on the bed.”

I did as he asked and when I was sitting on the bed, he gently placed the blindfold over my eyes. The fabric was soft and silky, sending shivers down my spine. He moved away from me and I worried about what he was going to do. I could hear him open the closet and shuffle through some things. I felt anticipation.

I crossed my legs as I could feel a growing wetness in my panties. This was crazy. I couldn’t believe what was actually happening. It was terrifying and exhilirating all at the same time. I wanted more.

When Liam returned to me, I felt him carefully remove my wedges. I could sustain on the way his fingertips felt brushing against my skin alone. I let out a soft gasp when what I assumed to be a soft rope being wrapped around my ankles. My legs involuntarily pulled away from him in response and he sighed before pulled my legs back straight towards him.

When he was done with my ankles, he pulled my hands out in front of me and began to tie them together as well. I bit my lip nervously.

Liam leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry, Sara. It won’t hurt too much.”

He ran his hand down my arm and left prickles in my skin. I opened my mouth to speak but thought better of it and closed my mouth. I clenched my thighs together and balled my fists. He tenderly guided me to lay down on the bed. I could feel my skirt inching up my legs and exposing my red lacy panties.

He chuckled, “Oh?” He lifted my skirt all the way, “Looks like someone is enjoys this more than she lets on.”

Liam began lifted my hands above my head and began tying the excess rope to the bed frame. When he was done, I couldn’t move my arms. He pulled my panties down my legs and left me exposed. The air was cold. He pushed my feet up causing me to spread my legs wide and giving him a full view. He began adding more rope to my knees. My knees were then tied to the sides of the bedframe. He tied my ankles to the bedframe too for added security. I felt completely at his mercy. Something about it was more exciting than anything else.

When he was done, he asked me, “Are you ready?”

I could barely move my head or really any of my limbs even though I gave a miserable attempt, “No…” The rope burned into my skin in a good way.

“Great,” he laughed to himself. There was a little bit of pride in his voice.

He retreated back to the closet and didn’t come back for a few minutes. I could hear him in the closet. When he came back, he peeled my shirt up under my chin and then gently reached behind my back and removed my strapless bra. The sensation of the fabric leaving my skin was tantalizing. I heard my bra hit the floor. My senses were heightened and every touch felt like intoxicating. Desire was begininnig to fully ignite from deep within me.

I was a mess in more ways than one.

He ran his fingertips down between my breasts and towards my navel, softly scratching me. He stopped short of my bunched up skirt and then pinched my nipple. I involuntairly let out a small moan and quickly shut my mouth. I had lost.

I lost this game. He had me where he wanted me in every way and he knew it now. I was broken. I relaxed my muscles and fell limply into the bed.

“Keep making those noises,” Liam said, sounding happy with himself.

He clamped his thumb and forefinger around my nipple and squeezed tightly. I gasped and a gutteral moan exited my mouth.

“Good girl.”

The next thing I knew, he was running a finger smoothly up and down the outside of my shaved pussy, caressing my form. I bucked güngören escort my hips forward and he quickly slid a finger inside me a bit too easily. I was literally dripping by this point.

After he pulled his finger out, there was a second or two of nothing before he leaned into my ear and whispered again, “You taste exceptional, Sara.”

Everything about him was so intelligently calculated and purposeful. He knew exactly what he was doing.

I could hear the telltale buzz of a vibrator being turned on. He applied it to my sex and lightly brushed it against my flesh. I bucked my hips forward as far as I possibly could, which wasn’t much at that point.

I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to feel him. I wanted him to fuck me.

“Fuck me,” I was already begging.

Liam chuckled, “Oh? Is that so?” He spread my vulva and placed the vibrator directly on my clit, applying pressure. My legs immediately began to fight the ropes and failing. I was shaking. I was gasping. I was so overwhelmed. “How’s that?” He removed the vibrator.

I forced out a desperate, “Yes…”

He applied the vibrator again, “What’s that?”

“It’s good!” I gasped.

“I thought you might say that.”

I heard the vibrator being turned off and the sound of his belt being unbuckled. I could hear him snap the belt. Before I knew it, he swatted the tops of my thighs with the belt. It stung. I let out a gasp. I was sure a mark would be left. Then he did it a second time. I let out a pained noise. My eyes burned. I could feel welts forming.

Liam shushed me, “It’s okay, I won’t do it again…yet.” He leaned down and kissed me passionately. He held onto my breasts, squeezing and fondling my nipples. It felt like an eternity. I never wanted it to end. He could keep me tied to the bed that forever and I wouldn’t mind.

When he released me, I heard his pants drop to the floor in a pile. The anticipation was killing me. I needed him inside me. He tied my ankles and let my feet free for easier access. Even with the rope gone, it felt like it was still there, lingering in my skin.

He got on the bed and on top of me. He ran his dick along my pussy, up and down until I started wiggling my hips slightly. Then he pushed inside me all at once, all the way. I let out a loud moan. He wraps his arms around me, beneathe my back, pulling me into him. He quickly found a rhythm, fucking me slow and purposeful.

I choked, “F-fuck me!”

Liam took the invitation and began to increase his speed, fucking me hard and fast. My muscles all tensed as the tingling sensation was growing inside me.

I wanted so badly to flip him over onto the bed and ride him. I wanted to tease him and fuck him to my heart’s content. I wanted to make him want me as much as I wanted him. I wanted to be his good little slut, fucking him until he came inside me. But there I was, tied to the bed, helpless and at his mercy.

Before I knew it, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was panting and struggling to catch my breath. Liam noticed this and pulled out to stop me, but it was too late. I let out an haggard moan and a pool of wetness poured out of me and into the sheets. It felt like my entire body was throbbing in ecstasy.

He pushed himself back into me and fucked me throughout the waves of my orgasm, making it last much longer. When I was finishing up, I felt his fingernails grip into my back and he let out a soft moan himself as he began to cum. He shot several hot loads into me before collapsing onto my body.

“Good girl,” he said breathlessly. He pulled the blindfold from my face.

His face was red and he was clearly exhausted. Sweat was dripping down his face. As he got up from me, I could see the red welts on my thighs. They looked angry and red. They’d probably bruise. I made a mental note not to wear a skirt or shorts for a while.

After he untied me from the bed, I noticed the rope marks on my skin. They were dark red and tender. I prayed that they wouldn’t bruise. I pulled my panties back up and hurried my bra back on.

Liam handed me a hairbrush, “Do you need this?”

I thankfully nodded and accepted the brush. I began brushing my hair as he wound up the rope and put it away. I handed him the brush back and slipped my wedges back on.

Once he had put everything away, he looked me directly in the eyes, “So, same time next week?”

I nodded and went to pack my bag up. I could barely walk in my wedges as I was heading out. When I got into my car, I tossed them into the passenger seat. I just sat there for a moment recounting everything… I turned my key in the ignition.

Krissy was going to love this story.

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