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After she undressed, Denis asked Katherine to kneel on the bed. Kat rested her slim stomach on two pillows – and her 38-D breasts hung down to receive his caresses, if that was what Denis desired.

He cuffed her wrists behind her back once Kat was in a comfortable position. The cuffs for her wrists were improvised. They were of bright orange plastic – made for some industrial use – possibly harnessing electrical cable. Surprisingly they were comfortable and they didn’t require a key to open.

“Now, to make sure you’re not going anyplace for the next hour or so,” he told Katherine in a cheerful tone of voice as he showed her the rest of the bondage gear.

He used the first two ropes for her arms. Each was securely tied at her shoulder and each went to a corner portion of the bed frame. The second set of ropes went around her knees. When they were tight Denis asked her to spread her legs “just a little bit more.” Then he pulled the ropes forward and tied them to the same two corners he had used to anchor her shoulder ropes. The last set of ropes were tied around her ankles, and the ends were tied to the bed frame on the opposite side of the bed. In that position Kat could feel the cool breeze on her naked backside. Her legs were wide apart and her shaved cunt was clearly visible.

For a while Denis was content to caress her breasts, feeling the smoothness of her skin, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Her nipples stiffened nicely. It was a shame – in that position he couldn’t kiss or lick her nipples – but he could squeeze them, first one and then the other, harder and harder. She closed her eyes as she got deeper and deeper into the sensations.

“Let’s see how you’re doing,” he told her. And if her dripping pussy was any indication, Katherine was doing perfectly well. His index finger, inserted up to the knuckle confirmed the truth of his statement. He slowly withdrew and then added a second finger to her wet kitty.

Katherine liked the feel of his fingers, wet with her cunt juice, as he first caressed the entrance to her vagina, and then slightly higher, just below her clitoris.

“Hmmm,” from Katherine.

“Slut,” from Denis.

He used his wet fingers to push back the hood of her clitoris, to touch her gently, to continue to increase her arousal. At one point he changed his position, lying next to her on the bed, so that he could squeeze her nipple as he teased her clit.

“Please, Denis, make me cum?”

“Not yet. First I want to see how anal you really are.”

Katherine had been on the verge of an orgasm for at least five minutes. It was as if Denis had some sixth sense that told him when to back off – when to slow down or to shift his attention to some other part of her anatomy – to keep her from that elusive orgasm.

“Please, Denis, this is torture …”

“Not yet. You told me you like it in the ass and I want to see how anal you really are.”

That had been their e-mail joke from the beginning of their relationship. Talking about her preference for anal stimulation, Katherine had told him it was her belief, ‘If one finger is good, two fingers are better …’

Denis got up from the bed and went to his briefcase.

“I only have a two more items, for the next part of our adventure.”

First Denis showed her a tube of KY jelly. Katherine had expected Denis to bring some sort of lube – and for moderate anal play KY would do the job – followed by a latex examining glove.

“I’ll start with my bare hand,” Denis told her. “I like the feel of your skin. bilecik escort But for deeper probing …” and Denis smiled his famous smile.

“Hmmmmm.” Katherine was starting to imagine the feel of at least two gloved fingers, slick with lube, deep in her rectum.

Denis knelt in back of Katherine on the bed. He began to caress the inside of her left thigh, just above the knee. Slowly he worked his way up her leg, teasing her, feeling the softness of her skin.

“You’re doing this on purpose. You’re very mean.”

“Of course,” from Denis.

G-d, his hand felt so nice. Kat was getting very aroused by the softness of his touch on the inside of her thigh.

“You’re driving me crazy,” from Katherine, followed by, “You’re a very mean bastard!”

Denis stopped for a moment to withdraw his hand from between Katherine’s legs. Quickly he smacked her twice, once on each shapely ass cheek.

Thwak! Thwak!

“Ahh!”

“Hold still. And be quite! Now I have to start all over again.”

And Denis did start all over again, just above her left knee, slowly tracing the path up her left thigh.

Katherine tried not to make a sound, but she was wiggly her sexy ass by the time Denis reached the top of her thigh. He didn’t spend a lot of time playing with her pussy – just enough to coat his fingers with her wet. Then he used his left hand to spread the cheeks of her ass, to expose the pucker of her asshole.

His first touch was very gentle, just his middle finger, pressing gently.

“Hmmm, that’s nice.”

“You like that, my finger back there?”

“G-d, you know I do.”

“And this?”

He went into her about an inch – very gradually – very slowly – giving her time to adjust to the gentle intrusion.

“Please …” from Katherine.

“Please what?”

“Please go deeper …”

Denis quickly withdrew his finger. He wiped off his finger tip, and quickly put on the latex glove, and then opened the cap of the KY tube.

“I will be a little cold at first, but my guess is that you already know that.”

Katherine was not an anal virgin, so the initial cold was not a shock.

Denis squeezed a dab against the pucker of Katherine’s asshole and then started again with his middle finger. He went in easily – first an inch – and then a second inch.

“Nice ass,” he told her.

Then Denis withdrew his finger a little, and began moving his hand in a slow circle, slowly stretching the tight ring of her sphincter. Gradually he worked his finger back into her asshole, gradually opening her as he went all the way in, up to his knuckle.

“You’re good,” Katherine told him, as she wiggled her ass some more..

“Thank you …” as Denis began to slowly finger fuck Katherine in the asshole.

“I really like this …Hmmmm …”

Denis moved forward on the bed and Katherine turned to him to kiss him on the lips. It was a pity – she wanted to caress his cheek as she kissed him, but her wrists were cuffed behind her back. Finally Katherine broke off the kiss.

“Ready for another finger?’

“Yes, sir. Please.”

Denis used more lube, this time from the tube onto his first two fingers. Katherine pushed back as he pressed and both fingers went in easily.

“Hmm.”

Denis let Katherine adjust, and then very slowly filled her rectum with both fingers.

“Ahhhhh.”

“Are two fingers better than one?”

“G-d, you know they are.”

“And this?” as Denis slowly began to finger fucked her manisa escort tight asshole for the second time.

“Oh-My-G-d!”

“And this?”

Denis reached under Katherine’s belly with his left hand. Her cunt was dripping wet and her clit was very slippery. He continued to finger fuck her asshole as he pushed back the hood of her clit.

“You’re killing me.”

Then “OH-MY-G-D!” even louder than before.

The trembling started in her thighs. Katherine struggled to close her legs, but the ropes around her knees and ankles were too tight. It was much too intense.

“Please, Denis!” as Katherine exploded in the first orgasm. Being held in place made the orgasm more intense. She tried not to whimper, but that was impossible.

“Ahhhhhhhh … G-d …… Jesus.”

As the orgasm subsided, it all flashed back to her – being made to kneel – her head down – her sexy ass up in the air. It was so humiliating to have Denis lubricate her rectum with KY, to feel his fingers deep in her asshole, to feel his fingers moving in and out as he loaded her tight butt with lots of KY.

At first Kat was humiliated, being made to kneel in that position. But she couldn’t help liking the feeling of Denis’s finger deep in her rectum, moving in and out, stretching her, opening her. At the end, he teased her clit with his other hand, and the orgasm was simply incredible.

Now Kat was back in the present moment, kneeling at the edge of the bed again, tied, with her hands cuffed behind her back. And then her Denis’s touch, on the inside of her thigh, the way he began the last time. It was pure heaven, with just a little bit of torment thrown in for surprise effect.

“Please,” she started to say.

“Don’t say a word, not now, not until this is over.”

“Please, Denis,” she started to say again, but he slapped her on the ass before she could finish. She wanted to tell him she was too sensitive, that she needed a time out – but she knew he wouldn’t wait.

“Not another word, or I’ll put a gag in your mouth.” And then he slapped her on the ass again, even harder.

Kat often fantasized about anal sex when she was alone in bed at night. In her fantasy Denis would make her kneel on her bed when he fucked her in the ass. She would lie in bed and imagine Denis’s cock in her not so virgin asshole, being slapped on the ass over and over again as Denis fucked her. She would touch herself and dream, and finally have an orgasm as she imagined Denis shooting his hot cum deep into her rectum.

She wasn’t sure how long he stood there, just behind her, looking at her, studying her, as she knelt at the edge of the bed.

Then Denis’s touch again, this time along the groove of her ass. He started at the bottom, just behind her pussy, and slowly traced a long line up to the base of her spine. How could he move his hand so slowly, yet still retain contact with her body? Then Denis made the slow trip south, along the same path. By the time his fingers reached the end of their journey, her pussy was wetter than before. She hoped he would enter her, play with her, tease her clitoris. No such luck.

There was a pause for a moment, then more silence, and then his touch again, just two fingers, spreading the cheeks of her ass for the second time. She knew immediately that she would blush, then instantly felt her face get red, as he spread the cheeks of her ass, exposing her anus, preparing her for his penis. Then the familiar cold as Denis squeezed more KY from the tube mersin escort directly on the pucker of her asshole.

“Do I need to open you up some more?”

He had finger fucked her in the ass, two fingers worth, for at least five minutes, before her orgasm, so Kat was already pretty open. But her sphincter was tight, tight enough to squeeze him, to grip him, to give him pleasure when he finally put his cock up her ass. But for now he was only playing with her again, teasing her, arousing her, getting her ready.

Denis withdrew his finger, applied more lube, and he was back inside of her. There was more urgency now in his touch, more pressure with his finger tips, as he went into her again to the knuckle.

Then the familiar circling motion, opening her, preparing her. Kat tried to let herself relax, told herself it couldn’t hurt, that Denis would never really hurt her. And then another voice told her that she really did want just a little bit of pain, that she really did want to be stretched, that she wanted to feel her Denis’s fullness when he fucked her in the ass for the first time.

“You can never use enough lube,” Kat had read a Cosmopolitan magazines years ago, in an article about pleasing your man by giving him anal sex. Kat wasn’t sure men read Cosmopolitan; they never seemed to really know how to get a girl ready. But Denis did know how to get a girl ready to have her asshole reamed. She waited patiently as he took his finger out, held the cheeks of her butt open, and applied more ice cold lube directly to her asshole.

There was another moment of silence, and then Kat felt the head of his penis against the cheeks of her ass. He applied some more lube, Kat was glad of that. Then she felt his thumbs, opening her, exposing her. Then his penis, she was sure he was guiding it with one hand, as he pressed against her sphincter.

“Just relax and exhale, and push back. You’ve done this before.” She had done this before and it worked like magic. He was inside of her, just barely. She gasped as she felt herself grip the crown of his penis.

Denis gave her a moment to catch her breath, and slowly, steadily, he began to fill her with his thick erect penis. By the time he hit bottom, there was a certain fullness she could not quite describe. And then the pain which really wasn’t pain, at least not to her.

Then he began the in and out. At first the strokes were slow, deep, and steady. G-d, she loved getting fucked in the ass.

For a while Denis was able to keep the strokes deep and slow, but as he began to build to his climax, he fucked her harder, more rapidly. He gripped the cuffs on her wrists with his left hand, holding her in place. At the same time he started slapping her bottom with his right hand, matching the tempo of his strokes, all the while driving his cock deeper and deeper into her ass.

The last minute was like a blur. Denis fucked her harder and harder, and Kat’s clit was rock hard and almost on fire, as his penis went deeper and deeper. She wanted to touch herself, to rub her clit, to help herself cum, but the cuffs on her wrists prevented her. Every nerve in her body was on edge. The lining of her rectum had never been so sensitive. Just before the explosion, Kat was sure she could feel the veins on his penis as Denis reamed her insides. Then she heard him whimper.

All Denis said was “Oh, my G-d.”

There were the short, stabbing, very rapid strokes, followed by the gush of hot cum deep in her rectum, and the Kat felt her own explosion.

They both fell forward on the bed. Every nerve in Kat’s body was on edge. She could feel his chest against her back, his belly against her ass, his legs against her legs. Finally he kissed her tenderly on the shoulder, covered her body with his own.

“I hope you enjoyed that,” was all he said when it was over. There wasn’t anything else that really needed to be said.

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We were sleeping well when Juliette woke up.

She went downstairs to prepare Breakfast. She brought it up for all 3 of us having breakfast in bed.

I got up and took a shower, as Carmen was coming soon, and I wanted to be clean for her first taste at slavery. I went down to the kitchen in my robe and she was there already. When she saw me, she blushed like a virgin. I went to her and took her hand to lead her to the sitting room. She was actually better looking than what I had seen on the picture. She looked strong. She had beautiful legs and was well endowed with breast and ass, without looking fat at all.

“Hello, darling, you are going to be my slave. It’s what you want, isn’it?”

“Yes, Sir. Jim…, I mean, Juliette told me about it. My sex life had stopped over 5 years ago, when my husband got sick. I thought, maybe it was time for me to rediscover what I have been missing. I am not so old yet, I am only 51.”

“No, you are not old at all.” I put my hand behind her head and drew her to me. I pulled her toward me, until her face came very close to mine. I then kissed her, many small kisses on the cheeks, her lips, behind her ears, on the forehead… She was smelling good the woman.

“From now on, you are mine, you obey me in anything I want to do or I want you to do. You never can say no to me. I will use you and abuse you.”

I then kissed her on the mouth, forcing her lips to open with my tongue, and gave her a long passionate kiss. She did not resist and returned my kiss. My tongue was all over her mouth, and she let a soft moan out. I had taken her breath away at that moment, and I knew she was mine.

My hands went to untie, the top button of her bright yellow shirt, then one by one and very slowly, the other ones. I helped her out of it, and kissed and sucked her neck and her throat. I cupped her tits in my hands and kissed them and bit them hard enough for her to let out a grunt. I untied her bra, and caressed her tits, while sucking and biting her nipples. She was now moaning much louder. I lowered my hand below the elm of her white skirt and brought it up to her panties. I slip my hand inside them and touched her button that I rubbed very lightly. Her hips started moving to follow the movements of my finger. She was getting wet, really fast.

“You like that, slut, You are all wet, ready to be fucked like a bitch in heat.”

“Oh, yes Master, It has been so long.”

I untied her skirt and let it drop to her ankles. I lowered her panties and she was naked in front of me. She had not resisted at all and I kissed her mouth again.

“You are a wonderful woman, my slut. You are beautiful. I can see you want to belong to me now. I am going to take you from behind.”

I guided her down on her knees on the thick carpet on the floor. All the time teasing and caressing her body. I put 2 fingers in her pussy, and suddenly, I slapped her ass 3 times in a row. She yelped in surprise. I pushed her down on her four, went on my knees behind her and took her. I spanked her not too hard in rhythm with the strokes of my cock and she was yelping like a bitch.

“You do not come, until I tell you to.”

“Yes Master. Please can I come now, Plea..ea…ea…se.”

There was no way to delay it.

“Yes come now, I will come in you, too.”

She let out a loud and long cry like she was dying and collapsed on the floor.

I helped her down on her back and took her mouth in mine for a long and loving kiss.

Mary and Juliette had come down and I could hear them in the kitchen, where they probably had been spying and listening. I am sure, their pussies were soaked. I called them in and they were all red with excitement.

“Was it a good show, sluts? Now you are going to contribute. I want you to lick Carmen clean.”

They went down on Carmen, Juliette went for her cunt göztepe escort and licked my cum of her. Mary went for her tits and sucked on them, although I was not aware there was anything there that justified it.

Carmen started to revive under their tongues and she accompanied every lick from Juliette with her pussy.

“Oh, Master, Please can I come again. It’s so good.”

“You can come as many times as you want, whore.” And she did just that, coming 3 more times under my sluts who were switching their position, so they could share my cum.

They were so hot now, I could not let then in this state.

I first got Juliette near me and jerked off her hard cock. It took her only a few seconds for her to come, moaning and grunting and I instructed her to eat her cum.

Then I got Mary under my hand, and I finger fucked her deep, with my thumb on her clit. She came also in a matter of second with a long howl.

God, I loved these sluts and I loved my life. Who would not in my place?

After this good start of the day, everybody went doing their own things. Carmen went up to do the bedrooms, Juliette went to her office to take care of her businesses and money and Mary sat on a desk in the living room with a notebook and a pen.

I took my book (a Scandinavian mystery novel) and red a chapter of a Wallander story.

Then I went to see what Mary was doing.

“What are you doing, my pet? Writing a novel.”

“Not exactly, but a diary, I started writing about us since we met.”

“I guess it will be an X-rated book then?”

“Yes no doubt about it.”

She was not dressed yet, still in her robe. I came behind her and bent down and kissed her neck. I took her breast in my hands, caressing her nipples. She had wonderful bosom, not small, but not big, round and firm like the breast of a teenager.

I am not generally, attracted to very young women, but their breasts are often really nice. Young women (under 25) are, although there are many exceptions, either silly or self conscious. They don’t let go, they don’t abandon themselves like a mature woman does. When a mature woman tell you that she belongs to you, she means it, without restriction or after thoughts… After this little parenthesis, back to our story.

So I caressed her breath, she got up and turned around for a kiss. I sat on her chair, opened both our robes, and made her sit on my laps, facing me and let her impale herself on my cock. She is so ever ready.

She grabbed my neck and pulled herself in and out. She was fucking me, riding me. My finger fucking had not been enough for her and all she had in mind was my cock in her pussy. It was not long before she howled, having a very strong orgasm. More material for her diary!

I then went upstairs to see what Carmen was up to. She was a good girl, making my bed and she was radiant. I came behind her, cupped her tits in my hands and pushed her on the bed on her back. She laughed like a little girl.

I pulled her skirt up, pulled her panties down and penetrated her immediately. I was hard, from my encounter with Mary. She was wet, thinking of our last fuck and probably anticipating our future ones. I took her, almost violently. She was so excited, she started emitting moans and cries and came almost immediately (I got myself another slut! What a life!). So I went to see Juliette in her office.

I hear some of you saying that I was gay. Once and for all, I am not attracted by men in the street or on a screen. I never think of a man as a sexual partner. But Juliette was different. I never saw her or thought of her as a man. To me, she is a woman and I love her. True she has a cock and no pussy. So, that forces us to make some accommodation, but that’s all. She is a woman and a beautiful one at that.

If you saw her in the street, dressed like a bourgoise with her long red hair, you would find her very attractive and never think she was not a woman.

But for the moment, what I needed from her was release. I sat on the edge of her desk in front of her and said “Suck my cock, slut.” She took my çorlu escort cock in her mouth and her head went up and down.

I put my hand over her head and pushed her down more deeply. I was fucking her throat and I came quickly provoking a gag reflex, But she did not lose her composure and swallowed my whole load.

“Jerk off, now slut.. I want you to have your part of pleasure.”

When she was close to come, I took her hand away, and put my hand in its place and finished the job myself.

“Thank you, Master, your hand is so much better than mine.”

Later in the morning, UPS showed up. The girls, except for Carmen, knew what was to be delivered and there was a lot of fun and expectation in the air. Carmen when she was told, had a good laugh too. We put all the packages on the table in the dining room. “Let’s open the boxes and see what we’ve got here.”

They wondered at all the novelties and played with them for a while. “Now my darlings take them upstairs to my bedroom and put them in the cabinet in the wall on the left side of the bed. Make sure everything is tidy, and sort them by category.”

Carmen prepared a nice lunch and it occurred to me that I had not tried the swimming pool yet.

“Let’s go to the swimming pool. I’d like to try it. You too Carmen. You all go to my room, first and select one dildo with suction cup each.”

They came back with their swim suits, although they probably wouldn’t not have a need for them for very long and a dildo. Juliette had traded her red hair wig, for a short blond one.

We went in the water, that was just a little bit too warm and played in there, splashing each other and throwing a ball. Mary, my little slut, was constantly after me, rubbing herself at every opportunity.

After a while we came out of the water, I said:

“Take your suits off and stick your dildo on the tiles on the floor.”

I laid down myself on the floor, with my cock up.

“Mary and Carmen, crouch over your dildos and fuck yourselves slowly. Juliette, crouch with your ass over my cock.” I grabbed her and had my cock impale her. Her ass was now always ready to take my cock, it was not open too big but just large enough to take my cock in without effort.

My 3 women had now their hips going up and down, and they started to moan. My cock felt probably better than the dildos, as Juliette was the first to come.

“Mary, your turn.” Mary took Juliette’s place and she came after a few moments, moaning and crying.

“Carmen, your turn now.” She rushed to replace Mary on my cock and only a few strokes were enough to send her over, with inarticulate cries. This woman really intended to make up for lost time.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed that the bushes between our and the neighboring house were moving as if somebody had plaid Peeping Tom. Well, good for them.

We went back to the water and sunbathed for the rest of the afternoon.

We were relaxing in the living room when someone rang at the gate. Carmen inquired on the intercom and reported that it was the neighbor. “Open up for her.” said Juliette.

She came in, a tall woman in her fifties with short black hair and a not very pretty face, but attractive enough (I almost always find something attractive in a woman).

Juliette made the introduction.

“This is Emma. She lives next door, She is a professor of English literature. Her husband is a business consultant and is very often away.”

“Nice to meet you Emma, did you have a good view, this afternoon?”

“No!…Yes!…I mean…”

“What do you mean, you were the Peeping Tom I glimpsed at behind the bushes? Did our little party excite you?”

I stood up from my chair and went to her, putting my hand on her breast. She did not protest and I knew what she had come for.

“You want your part of the fun, don’t you?”

I brought my hand down and up under her skirt. She was not wearing panties and she was soaked between the legs.

“You are a slut, aren’t you? Say it, that you want it, beg for it.”

“Yes, I want it, please.”

I grabbed ümraniye escort her by the shoulders, and bent her over the table, with her tits pressed against it.

“Juliette, my sweet, go under the table and eat this slut’s pussy.” When she was in position and Emma was moaning with pleasure, I lifted her skirt over her back and possessed her immediately. I could feel Juliette’s mouth under Emma’s pussy. I started to fuck her hard, slapping her ass at the same time. She cried and moaned and came soon but I kept her in place and continued fucking her. This orgasm was only the first little wave, before the big tsunami that was to come.

A few minutes later, her cries and moans got louder and louder. She came, howling. loosing all control, being taken away by the tsunami I had predicted. If I had not kept her up, she would have crashed down on the floor. I came in her pussy.

It took her a few minutes for her breath to calm down and she could regain some modicum of control.

“Good, slut, now you must thank my girls.”

“Juliette sit down in this chair! Emma is going to suck your cock until you come in her mouth and she swallows your load.”

“Emma, go ahead, obey.” She went to Juliette knelt down and started to give her a blow job. Juliette was delighted, she had not come inside a woman for a very long time.

“Now, slut go eat Mary and then Carmen’s pussy”. She obeyed and the 2 girls came like the 2 sluts they are.

“OK, you can go now.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you so much.”

“Any time, slut. But call first.”

And I thought to myself: If the neighbors want some now, I’ll have to order Viagra and Cialis by the pound.

I lighted up the barbeque and grilled some steaks and we had a nice dinner.

After dinner, we went to watch TV and the girls opted for watching a porn movie we had received today.

They chose a BDSM movie and we watched 2 men using and abusing 4 women. Mostly standard stuff that nevertheless made my cock hard and the girls soaked. 2 things impressed the girls mostly. Double penetration and pee, as the women loved to be peed on and in their mouth by the men “Golden Showers”.

Double penetration presented a challenge for Juliette since she could not be penetrated in the pussy as she did not have one. We decided that for her, DP would be one in the ass and one in the mouth.

Carmen had not been fucked in the ass yet, and she swore that she had never been. Only Mary could be and my little love/slut was all excited by the idea. So, I decided that the first thing I would do was deflowering Carmen. She was very apprehensive about it, as it looks like that’s not very common in the Hispanic community.

I wanted to reassure her and made her very excited, by undressing her very slowly, with a lot of kissing, rubbing, licking. I then positioned her on her four with her ass up, just like I had done with Mary and Juliette, who were success stories. I told Juliette to lick her asshole and finger it with lubricant (and we had a much better lubricant now). Juliette was very gentle and inserted one , then two, then three fingers, I then took over going with my cock right away but very slowly, very little at the time. Her asshole was extended and probably sore but she was so excited, she did not protest and was moaning softly. I entered her then at once and her ass was mine and I fucked her harder and harder, and she did not know what hit her, when she was shaken by an earthquake in the form of an orgasm. I stayed in her for a long time, moving just a little to make her used to have her ass filled. I turned her around and gave her on long kiss, with my tongue all over her mouth.

“Did you see, my love, that was not so terrible, was it?”

“Oh no Master, I cannot wait to do it again.”

I jerked off Juliette for the good job she had done.

“Now let’s go to bed. Mary will sleep with me (I had not spent a lot of quality time today with my love) and she was radiant with happiness. I wanted to make love to her, not merely fuck her. I caressed, kissed and licked her from head to toe. She was moaning and pushing small cries. I possessed her very gently, with love and for a very long time, adjusting my strokes not to have her come too quickly and she came three times in a row. She then climbed on me and rode me and I came in her. We were saying little nothings to each other, lover talks. Tonight, she was not my slave, but my loving mistress and we fell asleep in each other arms

To continued

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“Bill, I want to ask you something, but I want you to keep an open mind about it before you answer yes or no.” Julia, Bill’s beautiful wife asked casually while they were watching TV in their den.

Now, as every man knows, when their wife asks them a question like this, get ready, something dreadful is about to be suggested. Bracing himself for a planned trip to the craft store, or a fantastic fun filled evening at the ballet, or even better getting up at the crack of dawn this weekend to go “antiquing” he grimaced as he prepared for the worst.

“Mona needs our help. She is getting kicked out of her apartment tomorrow and she needs a place to stay for awhile. I know it is a big imposition, but please honey, I really think we need to help her out.”

When he heard her actual suggestion he thought his ears had finally given out as it seemed too good to be true. What she actually was suggesting was way better than the macramé class she drug him to last summer, way way WAY better. Listening carefully and saying little, he purposefully kept cool on the subject as he did not want to seem overly enthusiastic and scuttle the whole thing. With his cock already tingling at the idea, the last thing on earth he wanted to do was potentially blow a situation that, hope upon hope, might develop into something with great erotic possibility down the road.

Julia’s suggestion that fateful evening was as welcome as it was unexpected. To think his wife would beg him to have her best friend Mona, a beautiful, sexy and quite wild and uninhibited blonde she had known since college, move in for a while was like thinking you were about to get kneed in the balls, but suddenly getting a blowjob instead. This was definitely NOT what he was expecting and that was a good thing.

Mona’s life was a complete mess. Having just gone through an extremely bad breakup with her boyfriend a few months earlier she had gotten kicked out of his apartment and had to move into a very expensive sublet at the last minute. Then last week she lost her job and ended up with her car repossessed because she was already behind two months with the payments, so had no safety net. Obviously she was having an extremely bad stretch of luck.

She made things even worse by being completely irresponsible with money and had run up tens of thousands of dollars of credit card debt which made her three months behind on her rent. The shitstorm she was caught in only got worse so to add to her troubles she was about to become homeless. She was in real and serious financial trouble so she needed their help badly.

Giving her a place to stay for a few months, just until she could get back on her feet, would really help her out. Julia begged her husband to open his heart, and their home, to a true friend in need and like a skilled poker player and masterful actor, Bill feigned annoyance but “reluctantly” agreed to her suggestion. When his wife kissed him deeply and said he was a real “sweetie” for being so understanding he could barely contain his glee. Grinning secretly to himself. Bill could hardly believe his luck as he had played his hand perfectly and now got to enjoy the glorious sights of Mona around the house while also being a hero in his wife’s eyes. When his wife “rewarded” his generous nature with an actual unexpected blowjob in the shower the next morning, he thought he should go to Vegas immediately as obviously his luck was on a roll!

Bill was not a bad guy, nor would he ever cheat on his gorgeous wife, but if he were ever to stray, it would have definitely been with Mona. Julia and she had been friends since college, and Mona was constantly over at their house before her troubles. Frankly, her moving in “officially” wasn’t going to be that huge of difference over the current situation, but having her around all the time had big erotic potential.

Mona was beyond hot, and every inch of her body, from her long golden blonde hair to her deliciously pink painted toenails pushed every button on his horn-o-meter. Notoriously always underdressed, being around her was very difficult for him as he could not help but leer as she naturally dressed very seductively and always liked to show lots of skin.

So many lazy hot summer afternoons over the past few years she and Julia had lounged for hours around their backyard pool. Bill had to work hard to hold back the drool flooding out of his mouth and tamp down the huge tent forming in his shorts as he kept stealing glances of both of their beautiful forms. Tall, curvy and with long legs that he would have killed to feel wrapped around his ears, she just radiated sex. With a naturally flirty nature, he could never be quite sure whether she was purposefully trying to drive him wild, or it was just her nature but he was always tongue tied when she was around. Either way, he knew that it was clear that just being in her presence gave him instant perpetual wood.

He also knew that his wife was aware just how much Mona drove levent escort him wild, as it was hard to hide, but she seemed remarkably unbothered by it, thinking it oddly cute. He definitely doubted whether she would keep thinking that if she knew how many times he had jacked off in the shower, lost in his vivid imaginary thoughts of ramming his hard cock into her friend’s gorgeous and perfectly formed heart shaped ass.

He thought this knowledge may have caused her to have had second thoughts on having her sexy BFF move in, but of course she did not know everything that went on in his fertile imagination. In fact, rather than be bothered by her husband’s obvious arousal, for some reason or another it amused her greatly to see him get all flummoxed by her sexy friend and she encouraged it. She trusted Bill and despite knowing he was very turned on by Mona, she also knew he would never act upon these urges. He, like many men, can enjoy the beauty of a woman from afar and never take it to the next level. She also knew that he, like every other man on earth, dreamed of making love to two women at once and Mona definitely would be the supporting actress in that imaginary porn movie playing in his head.

With summer approaching, and a big delicious pool in the back yard of their house, Bill had many many opportunities to watch them both reveal quite a bit of skin after Mona moved in. Both she and his wife loved nothing better than lounging poolside at every opportunity to work on their tans, and given the high privacy fence around their yard, their choice of swimwear was spectacularly revealing as both hated prominent tan lines. The girls were very close and would spend almost every afternoon laying out on the deck until the last rays of the sun faded in the western sky of their gorgeous San Diego home. Wearing suits that would make even the most daring beach goer in Rio blush, Julia seemed to increasingly enjoy how nervous their display made her husband. In a weird way his increasingly obvious arousal at their erotic presentation of barely covered female flesh only provoked them both to get more outrageous and see how hot they could make him.

Each afternoon the girl’s bathing suits got skimpier and skimpier and presented quite a sight to Bill when he got home from work. As the weeks progressed, Julia smirked when she remarked that “suddenly he did not have to work as late as he used to”. Now he rushed home, never being later than 5:30 when before he often would not arrive until well after 7 PM. Seeing her husband grow increasingly turned on like a hormonally challenged teenager around she and her best friend lit a spark in Julia and she loved playing in his erotic sandbox. She had an ulterior motive since the hotter they got him, the more adventurous and compliant he became in their bedroom.

Before Mona had moved in, she and Bill had had a better than average sex life, especially when compared to their other thirty-something married friends and she felt very fortunate. Having been married for thirteen years, and still relatively young, they were both still attractive enough to each other to get the other’s motor running. Julia was scorching hot in her own right, with her long dark hair and exotic olive complexion coming from her Italian roots always turning male heads. The effects of her body on Bill was obvious, as all she had to do was give a little wink, and he was at her feet worshipping her body.

She too was turned on by him, as he kept himself in exceptional shape. All of her other friend’s husbands had long ago let themselves go, but Julia was especially proud of Bill’s physique. Despite being a well paid tax accountant, he was built like a football player and hit the weights everyday . It turned her on to no end knowing that all of her friends were envious and this made her almost as wet as his six foot three 185 lb gym sculpted body. Ironically, before Mona came into their lives he always hit the gym on the way home from work but after they started their afternoon sunbathing show, he decided to set his weight bench up around the pool.

This was so pitifully obvious she kidded him quite ferociously often enjoying watching his discomfort at getting caught panting at Mona, or sporting an erection. Waking up very early on that fateful Saturday, she lay at the foot of their bed and stared up at Bill sleeping deeply. Since they always slept naked, his morning wood was spectacularly tall and prominent this morning and even was throbbing as he obviously was having quite an enjoyable dream. Knowing that last night she and Mona had given him a lot to fantasize about, she giggled as she snaked her toes up his body towards his face.

They had both pretended to not know that he was home early, and decided to give him quite the pre-weekend treat by sunbathing topless. Knowing they were being watched, they definitely upped their game and Bill’s presence came crashing into prominence cihangir escort when they started to put suntan oil on each other’s bodies. The horrific crash of breaking glass and the stream of curses coming from the family room as he now was hopping over shards of glass told them both that their special presentation had been well received. Laughing hysterically, Julia thought it was definitely worth the death of several of her dishes knowing he was so completely distracted by their antics.

Embarrassed to be “caught” by his wife and her best friend, she and Mona had given him a very hard time about it all night. They even upped the ante when they discussed how they used to experiment with each other back in College as they all polished off several pitchers of Margaritas swapping old college stories. Hearing this, Julia knew Bill would be transfixed and get even hornier. Now that it was morning, she was going to continue her tease of her husband as it was obvious that little Bill was still on high alert from the seed they planted in his head the night before and she was going to put all of that stopped up erotic energy to good use.

“So Bill, are you going to spend all weekend perving on Mona and I again like you did last night?” she teased as she woke him up by tickling the side of his face with her bare foot.

She loved this time of the week more than any other since before they had their permanent houseguest, early Saturday Mornings were always set aside as their special adult “fun time”. Seeing her handsome husband, looking even sexier than normal as he slowly woke up with his hair all messed and his chiseled face nicely unshaven, she smoldered. When he began kissing up the side of her foot lovingly and then began running his tongue gently up her ticklish sole she definitely knew they would be changing the sheets today.

Grinning as their eyes met, he denied it, but his stronger than usual morning wood told her all she wanted to know. Pushing him back with her foot she growled, as she was even hornier than normal today.

“Get your ass into position my horny little slave-boy! You need to be PUNISHED for your wickedness!” she winked as Bill dutifully flipped on his back and grinned. They both had a more than average inventive sex life and quite enjoyed her taking the dominant role every once in a while. Seeing his strong erection and shit eating grin on his face, she launched herself fully onto his mouth, grabbing his neck and holding his head hard on her warm wet dripping cave.

“Yea baby!” she whispered as she writhed over his lips, feeling his velvety talented tongue begin to worship her body. She loved riding his face as he was definitely talented in this area and reaching back behind her she grabbed his even harder cock in her fist.

“I may have to PUNISH you quite severely today for being such a pervy and dirty little boy last night!” she joked as she heard him gurgle between her legs. Moans erupting from her mouth as she continued to stroke him lightly, she just barely ran the tips of her fingers up and down his shaft as he slurped away. “Ooooh, so hard!” she smirked as she struggled to speak as her first orgasm was coaxed from her body. She grinned as she felt herself spew onto his face and coat him with fresh honey from her hive. He loved it when she squirted, and this morning, she was definitely entering Niagara Falls territory. Unable to resist teasing him more about his little crush on her friend, she gripped his balls before she continued to speak, continuously writhing as he kept right on licking.

“So… BILL! I bet you wish this was Mona’s pussy you were chewing on so masterfully right now DON’T YOU?” Her grip on his balls were tight but not too tight and she knew she had him literally by the balls.

Bill groaned although he did not stop licking. This was definitely dirty pool as his dangling manhood was his own little built in lie-detector, conveniently hanging off of his body for his wife’s use whenever she needed to interrogate him. He said nothing of course, as no sane man would admit THIS to his wife, especially if she was writhing naked on his face and had his balls in her hand. Grunting and gurgling as her nectar coated his tongue, she laughed and gripped his package harder. Bill was packing serious sausage but as she mentioned Mona she definitely felt him throb harder and move up to the front of the meat drawer. Even more incriminating to revealing his true feelings and a sure fire dead giveaway of the real level of his lust was the fact that his balls now began to vibrate.

“Your jewels are ratting you out again Bill!!”

As she kept riding his face her eyes glanced over to their nightstand and she smirked as she now knew exactly what she was going to do now. Knowing that he was turned on by another woman, and embarrassed to admit it, made her even wetter. Releasing his balls and cock, she leaned forward, not letting her slit feriköy escort leave his lips as she slowly opened the drawer. There beside her romance novel, the KY and the TV remote was what she was looking for. HANDCUFFS.

They had both played around with them before, and nothing got her motor roiling better than having him bound and helpless as she teased him unmercifully. She knew he loved it (his balls never lie) as did she. Despite his protests and being they had been married for a long time, she knew his body better than he did. She would take hours before getting him off, her whole body fully sated from the dozens of toe curling explosions that rocked her pussy from his tongue. Taking them from the drawer, she wrapped them between the brass bars of their bed and covered them with a pillow. Bill, quite occupied underneath, was not aware of this as he kept right on feasting on her delicious pre-breakfast buffet.

Lifting her dripping snatch from his face, she slid down his body and felt his firm erection rub up against her full womanly ass as she lay on his chest. Kissing him lightly on the nose, she smiled as his desperate eyes and dripping face (freshly glazed from her juices) stared up at her longingly.

With a mischievous grin on her face, she playfully ran circles over his chest as she wiggled her butt cheeks and felt his strong fully erect cock smack against her crack.

“You are a lucky boy slave!” She winked.

“I am, no doubt!”

“Most wives would not be so understanding of knowing that their husband was attracted to their best friend. But oddly, you LYING so poorly about it makes me wet. I know you want to fuck her.” Reaching back and feeling his cock with her hands she continued. “But I also know that THIS belongs to me and me alone and that makes me very horny.”

Sitting up in bed, Bill took her left nipple into his mouth and began sucking. He was so horny his hair hurt, and when Julia took control like this it made him even harder. As he worshipped her breast, she lazily stroked his hair between her fingers and giggled as she felt his dick throbbing helplessly against her ass crack. As he licked she also felt another flood of her own juices release and roll down his stomach.

As he brought his hands to her hips and started to prepare to flip her back and mount her, she stopped him and placed her hand on his chest, pushing him away. Confused he looked up into her face and saw a familiar glint in her eye.

“We are not ready for that yet. You have not earned it! You still have some penance to do.”

Looking into her face with his puppy dog eyes, he made a mock sad face that always got her charged up as his desperate need only made her hotter. She could feel his cock throbbing between her legs and knew he wanted nothing more than to flip her over and slam that monster between her legs all morning, but she had other plans. Stroking his unshaven face, all dripping and coated with her juices, she spoke.

“I say we both take a long hot shower with lots of suds! I want you squeaky clean before I get you absolutely filthy again.”

Bill did not have to be told twice and as she saw his tight ass bound across the room towards their bathroom she laughed. He was so hopeful, little realizing what she had planned for him yet.

They often roleplayed on lazy Saturday Mornings, sometimes having sex well into the early afternoon. They were lucky and she knew it. After all these years of marriage she still liked the sight of his ass crossing a room and the feel of his cock in her cooch or the sensation of his tongue worshiping her clit. But more than anything else, she loved the sound of him begging, that little whimper he makes when she has gotten him so wound up he couldn’t stand another second and he moans and pleads for her to finish him. That whimper got her wetter than anything in the world, and she wanted to hear that whimper come from his lips today.

Watching him shave naked, she got out of bed and joined him in the bathroom. He was still rock hard and she smiled, knowing that she had done that, and she giggled to herself as she wondered what it would look like later that night. Playfully smacking his ass while reaching around and gripping his erection she winked.

“I am going to have to join you in the shower to supervise. I will NOT allow any wanking in there ANY MORE!” she whispered breathily into his ear.

His face growing red, he moaned as she stroked him and continued her verbal teasing. “I see the evidence of your dirty crimes on the tiles every morning. You think I don’t notice these things? So, is it Mona you think about when you stroke your cock in there, stroking and wanking, stroking and wanking…” As she taunted him he gripped the side of the sink as she was rubbing him fast and hard. Shuddering he thought for sure he was going to shoot into the sink when she stopped.

Reaching into the shower she turned on the water. “No dear husband, your wanking days are OVER!” Reaching back with her foot as she bent down to adjust the water, she laughed as she drug her toes up his aching throbbing shaft and gripped the head. “This baby is mine and I alone will say when or if he can release.” Now stepping inside she turned back to look at Bill throbbing so desperately as he leaned against the sink.

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Kiss. Fuck. Come. Kiss. Fuck. Come. Every time was the exact same, like you could swap them out for each other. Kiss. Fuck. Come. No change, no experiments, no toys, no foreplay, no difference. Always the same position when we come, always the same predictable order. Not only predictable, but entirely routine. Kiss. Fuck. Come. The only differences ever arose when I was just too damn bored and couldn’t come, then he would and ask “what’s wrong?”.

“Nothing, just can’t right now,” I’d reply monotonous and excruciatingly unimpressed.

Most of the time I would have to work myself up with some raunchy porn I’d found, or creating exquisite scenes in my own mind to be able to climax with him. Fantasizing about big, muscular men tossing me around like a rag doll, having their way with me, treating every inch of my skin like it needed to be kissed and caressed before they could go any further. Then commanding me into various positions so he could see every part of me, every aspect of my sex. He’d tease and torture me with delicate touches, just lightly enough to deny my clit some pleasure, making me ache for even a tight pinch on my tingling nipples, a hard press on my throbbing clit, or even just the tip of his beautiful cock –

“ready for some, honey?” it broke the build like a clumsy kid kicking over blocks.

Kiss. Fuck. Come. Kiss. Fuck. Come.

Work was always a place where I could get a little inspiration, a little bit of character to add to my mental filmfest. I really did prefer when I could make myself come only using my own fantasies, it made me feel like I could submit and yet keep control at the same time. A sound intrigued me, I craned my neck to look down the hallway from my desk – Caroline’s footsteps, the sexy “teacher’s walk” of her high heels down the laminate flooring of the hallways, click-clack, click-clack. That sound always made me think of the teachers in high school I fantasized about during History; the young women who were the pinnacle of sexy. Not my true sexual preference, but so tantalizing, authoritative, overtly sexy in skirts and pantyhose, silk blouses and pumps. Doesn’t help that so much porn centres around teachers ‘disciplining’ their students.

She stopped halfway down the hallway to adjust her skirt and then balanced on one foot to try to make the other foot more comfortable in the anything-but-comfortable shoes she wore. Sometimes I thought most women were secretly submissive simply by the clothes they wore. Pants just a little too tight, blouses obviously restrictive, painful shoes that made all those around stare at their long, flexed legs. A constant reminder of secret restraint all day long. There was my fantasy for tonight. Just a little bit of bondage. A very little bit – because even the word makes me a little uncomfortable, but the attitude not the ridiculous clips and restraints, is the truly sexy aspect of kink. The focus and care of a dominant lover, the obedience of a submissive lover, both enjoying each other’s role so much they must practise restraint in order to build the orgasm slowly so it explodes in a fury of pleasure rather than a flaccid little spark.

Tonight would be the night, I would finally take some initiative and create some heat. I craved it, but always worried Marco would think I was a freak, or he would laugh at my need. I don’t care, I’m so wound up I feel like I could flood the office if I even touched myself. So long without a real orgasm, so long since Marco really made me wet all on his own. Tonight I would do it, I’ll buy a really sexy outfit on the way home, dress up like a high-class whore and see what his reaction is. Maybe I’ll show him my favourite porn to give him some ideas. ..

I opened the door swiftly despite my shopping bag and attaché case, expecting an empty house – but Marco was home. Strange, he never got home before me, even if I did do a quick shop on the way. His shoes were there, briefcase on the table, but no hello, no Marco visible. I walked upstairs slowly, quietly, kurtköy escort bayan as if I was expecting someone else to be there. I began to hear deep, quiet moans and the sound of the computer speakers from the bedroom. I cracked the door open silently and saw Marco sitting there stroking himself slowly watching porn. Wait, my porn, my female submissive porn! A man in black leather pants with a riding crop whipping a brunette’s already pink-streaked ass while she furiously sucked his cock from her handcuffed and kneeling position. My panties felt warm, I felt like my pussy could see what my eyes were seeing. I didn’t know what to do – I didn’t want to interrupt and embarrass him, he was enjoying the thing I’ve yearned for! I silently backed away and crept down to the main floor bathroom. I quickly stripped and put on the corset. I still had some very sexy black panties on, so I just touched up my make-up and looked at the sexpot I had transformed into. Black pumps, thigh-high stockings from my work outfit, lacy black panties and that hot corset that pushed my tits right up. I began to walk upstairs and I heard rustling as Marco was nervously trying to change the screen on the computer and put his still very erect dick back in his pants.

I pushed the door open and suddenly a voice I’d never heard before escaped my throat. “Please don’t put away your cock, I was hoping I’d be rewarded with it soon”. It was low and gravelly, but hummed like silk against naked skin. Marco’s jaw dropped, he ignored the computer and his still unzipped fly and stared unabashedly at this woman who had replaced his wife.

“I had no idea – do you dress like this often?” He asked, still perplexed, but slowly starting to stir.

“I’ve been so desperate to show you what I need” I responded, some of my voice returning, but still low and soft. “I want to be that brunette you were just watching”.

“I thought you would think I was a horrible man who wanted to beat you, I could never tell you how much I wanted to dominate you, but, I mean, your history with women’s lib is a little intimidating” he confessed. It came from his heart, but was as exciting as it was sensitive.

“I know, I thought the same thing – I felt like a hypocrite” I whispered, then looked up and locked eyes with him “but I love you, I want you, I trust you, and I want to submit to you”

That was all he needed, just hearing the word ‘submit’ made him stand up and walk over to me.

He squeezed around my chin with his strong hand, pressing my cheeks and lips together, holding my head in his grip. His other hand slowly traced down my breasts, down my waist and hips to squeeze my ass tightly. My eyes closed and the first throb in my crotch pulsed. Then with both hands he pulled my corset down just a few inches so that my tits just sat on top of it, exposed and perched. He just stared at me, he didn’t kiss me but simply analyzed every feature of my face like he had never seen them before. Suddenly he grabbed both nipples at the same time, squeezing so hard I let out a little squeal like a dog whose tail has been stepped on. He pulled me over to the bed by my now diamond cutter nipples, they were screaming in agony while my mind was drowning in bliss. He pulled down on them, at first I just stood there taking the pain with the pleasure, until he pulled hard enough to make me realize I was to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I want to know how badly you want to come” he said in a voice that had lost it’s soft, sensitive tone. “Show me how much you want my cock inside you”

I could explode right there for this new Marco I had never met before. It felt like first time sex with a new lover, so exciting, surprising and new. I could see his crotch bulging through his jeans, still unzipped, imagining how desperate he must be because of my interruption. He undid his belt and wrapped it around my wrists behind my back.

“No hands, no help, no touching yourself,” he beykoz escort bayan commanded and pressed his hips toward my face. Immediately I began biting at his jeans, I finally got the right part around the button and pulled them open with my teeth. He slid them down and revealed his large, tan rod. I opened my mouth and delicately kissed the tip, tonguing the soft skin where the head meets shaft. This caused a low groan of pleasure to escape Marco’s throat. Then like a horny teenager I began to suck and lick the tip harder, French kissing with the head of his quivering cock, which responded to nearly every movement. After a moment, Marco grew weary of this teasing and thrust the entire shaft in my mouth and down my throat.

“I do the teasing here. I control – you obey” Marco said as he held my head with both hands, twisting his fingers through my hair and pumping his cock in my mouth. I could barely breathe, I took gasps of air when I could, concentrating on keeping my lips tight around him. Suddenly he thrust as far as he could down my throat and commanded again.

“Look up at me, slut”. Another throb in my crotch, why did I love to be abused so?

A mumbled “Yes, Sir” barely escaped my lips still encircling him. Now he stopped moving and forced me to look at him while I desperately tried to keep him in my mouth, working without hands and attempting to suck his cock with all my might. I could tell he was close to coming, and I worked furiously to bring him there. I moaned with him, grinding my hips into the bed, trying desperately to bring some satisfaction to my throbbing clit, I could feel my panties soaking through the longer I held his cock in my mouth. Finally I felt the shudders, Marco grabbed my head and erupted in my mouth. Hot, sweet, salty bliss filling my mouth. He kept himself fully in my mouth until the last spasms of his orgasm had faded. Only then was I allowed to swallow. I usually hated it, but today…

“On your knees, you filthy whore,” a tinge of relief mixed with assertive anticipation in his deep, growling voice. I obeyed, facing away from him with my ass and dripping wet pussy arched up towards him awaiting whatever painful delight is to come. I felt both his hands stroke up my legs from my bent knees to my round ass where he grabbed both sides of my panties and ripped them down, loosely tying my knees together. I could feel the cold air shock my wet sex, feeling the oozing wetness sliding down towards my clit, swollen and red. Without warning, a firm smack on my right ass cheek made me flinch, I could feel blood rush to the area.

“how badly do you want my cock?” He asked “I haven’t gotten a very good answer yet”

“I crave your cock, I want you deep inside me, please fuck me Sir,” I responded in the same gravelly tone, but softer, quieter.

“I don’t believe you,” was his response with another quick spank to same area. “your mouth wants my cock, but your pussy hasn’t convinced me. Put your face on the bed, and I don’t want to hear another sound from you until I permit it,”.

I could barely believe what I was hearing, my mind raced back to earlier today in my infinite boredom and gazes at Caroline’s legs and now here I was with my ass in the air, face awkwardly pressed against the bed, hands belted behind my back and obeying orders from my now dominant master– I was in sexual heaven.

I could feel his fingers rough from work, sliding up and down my slit, soaking in my wetness, enjoying every flinch when he touched the delicate underside of my clit, now pointed up and ready for his torment. Then three fingers without coaxing or warning thrust inside me and I almost cried out in pleasure. Knowing I was forbidden from making any sound was almost as difficult as lying in this uncomfortable position. He fucked my aching sex with his fingers, pounding me until I was almost sore. Then he stopped and pulled out, reaching his hand around and stuffing the fingers in my mouth üsküdar escort bayan where I instinctively sucked every bit of my juice from them. I licked between his fingers and sucked each one like my pleasure depended on it, but then just the littlest moan escaped my throat. As soon as he heard my little noise he pulled his hand from my face and spanked me 5 times – hard. Each felt harder than the previous.

“What did I tell you about your mouth?” He bellowed. I winced and stayed silent.

“Good little whore, I thought you would forget again and respond,” he moved back behind me and flipped me over with one strong single-armed toss. Now I lay on my back, with my hands still belted behind me. Marco reached underneath me, pressing his chest against mine and released my hands.

“Now you deserve a little reward for your obedience,” he said, smooth and seductively. He pushed himself up on his hands where I could soak in his muscular shoulders and chest which looked so different than before. He bit my nipples, each one hard and long pulling up until it ripped from his teeth and them moved to the other, repeating this blissful agony. Then he swiftly moved towards my sex, pushing both legs up toward my face. Then I could feel his hot breath on my sex, half ravaged from his fingers but still wet and hot. His whole mouth covered my sex. Tongue pushing inside me, his teeth pressed on my clit began singing in my mind for finally being attended to. Then he got to work. Doing nearly the same things I had done to his dick, he sucked and licked my clit slowly, but gaining ferocity. I felt the knots of orgasm begin to tie up in my stomach. I arched and rocked, staying as silent as I possibly could, just gasps of air without sound as I occasionally remembered to breathe. I grabbed around his hands, holding my legs and squeezed my nails into his hands, trying to displace some of the overwhelming pleasure filling my body. Marco sensed my climax approach and keeping his hands on my legs sprang his knees up to my hips and dove entirely inside me. I nearly screamed with every ounce of strength I had, but unable to handle Marco taking away this intense pleasure I bit my lips hard and simply took his cock. He pounded and pounded me, the bed smashed against the wall, and I was pushed back an inch every time our hips crashed together. That was it, I felt electricity through my limbs and saw intense flashes of colour behind my closed eyes as my body yearned to cry out in incredible moaning thanks. The intensity of building at its peak, with one hard thrust I came. Pushed over the edge, wave after wave of intense orgasm pulsed through my veins, with each thrust of his cock, I felt more of my come gush out from between our bodies. Marco was groaning loudly, digging his fingers into my thighs fucking me harder and harder. He could feel me begin to relax as my orgasm subsided, and the reality of this moment set in again. Now the pleasure was all his, he stretched my legs apart and bent down on top of me. Beads of sweat rolled off his shoulders onto my chest as he fucked me, not so furiously now, but rhythmic and intent.

He was building towards his own climax. I clenched my pussy tight around him then relaxed and immediately enjoyed his reaction. Again I clenched and saw the effect in his body. His elbows tried to buckle, but each time he harnessed the strength to continue. Without warning I felt his hands slide beneath my back and pull me from the soft covers. In a flash I was suddenly straddling his hips as he lay back on the bed, sweating and moaning under his breath. As I gained my spatial senses, I moved my hands to his chest and pressed my fingertips into his muscle; rocking back and forth I began to ride him. At first just movements back and forth, round and round, but then his shell of control began to break as I could sense him reach closer towards his own climax. I leaned forward, grazing my lips across his and began to use my body as an instrument for his pleasure. I sheathed and unsheathed him from me, as he found his orgasm, vibrating and quivering he filled me with spasm after spasm of his pleasure, I could feel the force of it filling me. Still joined as one we embraced, heaving and panting, kissing and enjoying the aftermath of pleasure still pumping through us.

For the first time we both enjoyed truly each other. We had found and served each other’s need.

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A word of explanation. This story was not written by me. It was written by my online partner as a continuation of “His Whore’s Wedding Day” which I wrote and listed here late last year. I assigned her this story recently because of an idea that struck me. She had seen a pair of stories that retold the same events from the point of view of a dom and a sub. I asked her to retell my original story, adding her reactions to what I had written. But she told me that I had pretty much nailed that when I imagined them in the original. Thus, this continuation. At her request, this is offered under my already existing name.

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“Fix your dress.”

She almost laughed. She struggled to pull her dress back up over her tits.

“Now I am going to leave the room. Count to 60, and then you can go back to your reception.”

She heard some strange noises, and then a door opened, closed. She was alone. She counted.

At 60, she took off the blindfold. She was in an office. A mirror hung on the wall. She saw a gutter whore reflected back at her. Her hair was in ruins, and where He had wiped himself after ass fucking her, it was smeared with she hated to think what. Her wedding dress was stained with cum. Her makeup was smeared with cum. And then there was the leather collar. Trembling, she touched it…..She heard Him again. “This is how I choose to send you back to your husband, whore.” And then deliberately she left His collar in place around her throat, turned to the door, and walked back out to the party.

Opening the door to the office, she found a piece of stationary tacked to the outside of the door. Had it been there before? She didn’t know. When she entered the office she had been blindfolded. She tried to remember. This door was off the room where she and her new husband had waited before they made their grand entrance at the reception. She couldn’t remember looking at the door, much less if there had been a note there. Had someone been looking for her? Left her a note when they couldn’t find her? Couldn’t find her because she had been serving her Master?

She took a deep breath and did the only thing possible. She slowly removed the tack holding the note – and opened it.

“I will wait for you outside in the parking lot for 20 minutes. Longer than that, and I will assume you are not coming. The choice is yours.”

It WAS for her – and left by Him, no less. She knew, without ever having seen it before, that this note was in her Master’s handwriting. She read the note over and over. She didn’t understand. Oh, no, she snorted to herself. She understood perfectly. She just didn’t WANT to understand.

She stepped back into the office and closed the door. Her Master had commanded her to go back to the reception after the count of 60, but this note changed things. She needed to think – to make a decision – before she went back out there. She could feel the heat rise in her throat and cheeks; angry with Him for putting her in this position. Hell, the whole situation was beyond anything she would have expected from Him.

The boundaries had been clear from the start. They were both committed elsewhere. She had her fiancé and He had His wife. Their friendship and online love affair was never supposed to cross the line like this. He had already forced her into one decision that betrayed her own loyalties today. This note was trying to force her into another.

But, was there a decision to be made? She had already betrayed her husband, and after only a few hours of being married. She was wearing proof that her devotion to her Master had won over her wedding vows. Before she saw the note she had been prepared to walk out to her wedding reception looking like the whore she was. Everyone would have seen what she had been hiding for more than a year. That was how powerful His hold over her had been. For the first time since she met her Master, she felt shame. She should have broken off the engagement long ago. It had been months since she recognized that the balance of power between her fiancé and her Master had shifted.

She sighed heavily. So, this is what He wanted……The final acknowledgement that she belonged to Him. And, because she hadn’t learned this lesson soon enough and broken off the engagement in private, He had come to force a public acknowledgement. He knew what this humiliation would do to her. The tears began and a rueful smile formed on her beautiful face. This was her punishment.

She moved quickly to the door. Opening it, she saw one of her many cousins hurrying by with a plateful of food. “Jenny. Jenny, ” she called. Her cousin’s head turned in several directions before locating her voice. The flash of white dress that showed behind the crack in the door was enough to tell Jenny who was calling her. “Send my mother to me, Jenny.”

Jenny simply nodded and started off in the direction of the tables. She closed the door again and moved to the chair behind the desk. Tempted to straighten and clean herself, bakırköy escort she knew that it would be better to leave things as they were. She was going to have a hard enough time convincing her mother that this is what she needed to do.

Waiting impatiently for her mother, she suddenly realized that her 20 minutes must be running out. The thought made her jump up from the chair. Going to Him was the only option left to her. If she missed His deadline, she would have nothing. She began pacing quickly, cursing the guests that must be delaying her mother.

Finally the door opened. Her mother entered with a bevy of exclamations. “Katie, what are you doing in here? My goodness, the head table looks empty without your dress up there to fill in the space. Are you having problems with your bustle? Why didn’t you bring one of your girls…” And then the gasp as she looked up into her daughter’s face. “What?”

“I have to go.” She raised a hand to her chest and face and hair as if in explanation.

“What on earth? Katie, what is going on? What’s happened to you?” Her mother stepped closer and her nose instantly wrinkled at the pungent odors. “My God. Don’t the two of you have any better sense? I mean, really. It’s one thing for you not to be able to wait, but to make a spectacle of yourselves like this. Wait till I get my hands on that husband of yours…”

She cut her off, “It wasn’t him.”

“What? You’re not making any sense.”

“It wasn’t my husband, Mother. It was someone else. That’s why I have to go.”

She watched as the expressions flew across her mother’s face; her mouth hanging open slightly, as though she was getting ready to speak. But whatever thoughts her mother was having weren’t making it out of her mouth. She knew she had to leave this room. She had to hurry and waiting for her mother to figure out the situation wasn’t working. She turned to the door as she said goodbye.

“There’s someone else, Mother. There has been for a little more than a year. He’s come to claim me, and I have to go. Please tell everyone that I’m sorry, but I don’t have any more time to stand here and talk about this. I need you to respect my decision, Mother. I’ll call you as soon as I’m able.”

With that, she opened the door to the office and strode out into the adjoining room. She kept going straight into the main reception area, walking quickly and with purpose. Guests moved out of her way – some noticing the smears of cum, some not. She heard the rustling of a full-skirted dress coming up behind her fast. She knew it was her mother. Not wanting to make a scene by shouting for her, her mother would try to block her being seen by anyone as she moved to the parking lot. And in the time it took her to place the noise, her mother was there at her elbow, whispering furiously in her ear.

“You stop right this instant. Katie Marie, I don’t know what it is you think you’re doing, but this can’t happen. You’re MARRIED now. You took vows. That isn’t something you just walk away from. If it were, I would have left your father long ago. Will you SLOW DOWN?!? You are going to TALK to me about this.”

Not once did she slow her pace. She made it to the entrance of the reception hall just as her mother’s tirade was approaching critical mass. Again, one hand on the door, she turned and smiled sadly at her mother.

“I love you, Mom. You’re just going to have to trust me when I tell you that I have to do this – for my happiness.” And finally, she was out the door into the cool night air of the parking lot.

She took a deep breath and filled her lungs so completely that her shoulders rose in a shrug. She was practically running toward possession – ownership. Why did she suddenly feel so free? She turned her head back and forth, scanning the cars in the parking lot. Which was His? Rising up on her toes to see the back rows, she began worrying that she had missed Him. Was she too late? And then she heard the engine. The low and powerful purring of a luxury car made her glance to her left. The headlights kept her from recognizing the driver, but she knew who it was. He had come for her again.

The power window on the passenger door was lowered and she heard His voice, “Be sure, whore. I will not release you.”

Her answer was to reach down and open the door. She stepped back as the door swung open and gathered her dress. First the left foot and then the right, she was careful to sit her bare and cum-leaking cunt directly onto the leather seat. She knew that would be what He wanted. Reaching forward, she grabbed the door and pulled it shut behind her. She then placed her hands in her lap and lowered her chin to her chest…..waiting.

“Ah, my sweet whore. Have you learned the lesson I came here to teach you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And do you think your punishment was fitting?”

“I know why you did it, Master. Thank you for helping me to understand.”

“That’s not what I asked you, whore. bahçelievler escort Answer my question. And you make speak freely to do it.”

“I’m sorry, Master, but I’m angry that you humiliated me that way. You and I know what we are to each other, and I try very hard to please you, Master. I don’t think it was fair of you to punish me this way when you never made it clear that you wanted me to choose. You never asked me to choose.” The tears had begun again when she remembered the embarrassment and shame of having to walk through that reception hall. By the time she finished her answer she was openly sobbing.

you CHOSE on the day you accepted my collar.”

“Yes, Master.”

“SILENCE Her Master’s voice had a dangerous edge, “Whether or not you want to admit it, whore,. Perhaps you didn’t learn the lesson quite as well as I had hoped. Your mistake was in thinking that you had the right to take wedding vows. You already belonged to ME. I AM YOUR MASTER. All I did today was prove it.”

His frustration was obvious as He put the car into gear and pulled away from the sidewalk. His temper caused His foot on the gas pedal to make quick work of the parking lot and they were soon cruising toward the interstate. She sat and quietly moaned her frustration. She had displeased Him again by not comprehending the simple truths He was telling her. Her anger should have been reserved for herself; for being so slow to understand. Her hands began kneading the soft flesh just above her knees. The tension was building in her body. He sensed it, softened His tone and spoke to her again:

“You are, and always have been, my most exquisite treasure, my most humble whore. Your service to me was borne of the love and devotion you have for me. I was disappointed that you never recognized the final step you had to take. I had longed to read your complete submission. Every time you came to me online I hoped that would be the day. I could have come and claimed you a million times before I did, but I feared you would never feel the full impact of the lesson unless I did it on THIS day. Was I right, whore?”

“Yes, Master. I…..I think you were right.”

“I’m proud of you for having endured your punishment. As always, the completion of your punishment is the end of the subject. It’s time we began our new lives together, whore.”

The rest of the ride was in silence. She slowly began to calm herself as He wound His way onto the interstate. She wondered briefly where He was taking her. Surely not His home – surely not to the home He shared with His wife. It didn’t matter. His will was hers now. Completely.

But, what of His wife? He had never entertained the idea of leaving her – at least not to her knowledge. Had He changed His mind? Or had His wife finally opened herself to the lifestyle? All these questions running through her head delayed her realization that they had arrived. He was slowing the car and pulling into a small, dark parking lot. What she could see from the corners of her eyes told her that they were on the edge of the wilderness that surrounded the interstate.

He got out of the car and moved quickly out of sight. She heard a door open and close. When He came back, she heard keys clanking against each other.

“We will stay here for the night, whore.” He laughed ironically, “The owner took one look into the car, saw your dress, and offered us the Honeymoon Cabin.”

He put the car back into gear and followed a dirt road back into the cover of the trees. Several minutes later He pulled the car to a stop. The night seemed to completely swallow the forest she knew surrounded them. She couldn’t make out anything other than the trunks of the trees nearest her window. Her Master reached into the glove box and took out a flashlight. He left the car again. When He managed to turn on the lights in the cabin, there were still only a few feet illuminated around the front of the clearing.

He came back to the car and opened her door. “Out, whore. Into the cabin to wait for me in the living room. Remember the correct position.”

She gathered her skirts into her arms and climbed out of the car. She took one step toward the cabin and froze. She couldn’t stand it any more. Dropping to her knees, she bent low and began kissing His shoes, her arms flying around His ankles. She didn’t dare speak, but she needed to show Him her love, her penitence.

She felt His hand reach down and stroke her hair. “Ah, my darling. I love you, too. It’s all right. Everything will be all right now. Go on, sweet slut. Into the cabin with you. I’ll be there shortly.”

Although she walked briskly to the cabin, she hesitated as she approached the door. Would it ever stop feeling like she was taking giant leaps into her new life? She was so very frightened of everything that had happened today, and the thought of what would come next made her shiver with chills. She began using one thought as her mantra……..I am zeytinburnu escort His. She knew how He loved her. She had every confidence that she would come to no harm while she was in His care. Another in what seemed like an endless line of deep breaths, and she stepped into the cabin.

Normally she would have stripped to present herself to her Master, but she knew she wasn’t going to get out of her dress without help. She knelt facing the open door, making sure that her dress was not caught under her, then spread her knees and raised her arms to lock her hands behind her head. Feeling her breasts straining against her corset and her cunt opened up by her stance, she again began to think of what came next. Only this time, she felt the juices of her pussy sliding down her thigh. Her fear of the unknown future abated in the face of the ritual of presenting herself.

Her eyes lowered to the floor, she heard her Master come up the stairs of the porch and into the cabin. “Very good, whore. You look beautiful.”

She felt the blush creeping up her chest at the compliment. He had only ever mentioned this position to her twice. It was difficult to stand on ceremony when commanding her online. It made her tingle that she had remembered and pleased Him by doing it correctly. His footsteps told her that He had walked down the short hall into what must have been a bedroom. She heard the bags hit the floor and then His return.

“Stand.”

She quickly gathered her feet beneath her and rose up to full height. Her hands still locked behind her head. She heard more movement and then felt the heat of Him behind her. His hands began tugging at the zipper of her dress. He pulled it down slowly and then reached His hands inside to trace the ties of her corset. “Such beautiful devices, corsets. Such a pity they ever went out of style. Do you like the way you feel in this, my whore?”

“Yes, Master.”

“It’s like a socially acceptable form of bondage. How did you feel putting this on today, whore? With your bridesmaids cinching you in tight?”

A groan escaped at His words. How did He know that she had relished the feeling of being bound into her corset? With a once-in-a-lifetime occasion like her wedding day as an excuse, she had spent weeks shopping for just the right one. After having to special order something that was as genuine as she could afford, she was delighted to find that it also had garters so that she wouldn’t have to wear pantyhose if she didn’t want to.

She felt a sharp slap to her ass. “I asked you a question, whore.”

“It felt wonderful, Master. I was embarrassed that my bridesmaids might smell how aroused it made me.”

“Ah, excellent. Was your cunt weeping, whore?”

“Yes, Master.”

She felt His hands stroke up her sides toward her shoulders. His hands were moving to push down her arms and taking the straps of the dress with them. Her knees began to feel weak. She could feel His hot breath on the back of her neck, the hairs there standing on end.

“Who were you thinking of when they were lacing you in, whore?”

“You, Master. I was thinking of how I wished it was your hands tying me.”

The deep rumble in His chest sounded like a growl. His powerful hands reached forward and gripped her tits through the dress and corset. He shifted and pulled the dress the rest of the way down to her waist, then His hands came back up and burrowed around her tits until He was able to lift them from inside the undergarment. Her nipples were rock hard and pushing against His palms. He stepped closer to her, pressing His hard cock against the bustle of her dress and looked down over her shoulder. She could see her large tits propped up and was proud of what she had to offer Him. She hoped He was pleased with her body.

It occurred to her suddenly that this was the first time He was going to actually see her. Her pussy convulsed at the thought. Would He like her? Was she round enough in the right places? Flat enough in others? Her nipples hardened even more as she imagined that He would want to spend a lot of time inspecting His property. There was another rush of fluid escaping her cunt. This was what she wanted. To be His. To be open at all times to His scrutiny.

She heard Him pull air in sharply through His nostrils. Then He chuckled and said, “Is your cunt weeping again, whore? I can smell you from up here, even through all those layers of petticoats and skirts.”

“Yes, Master.”

He groaned low in her ear again. “I had planned to spend hours torturing you with my touch, whore. I can see that I’m not going to have the patience for that right now.” He moved to her side and held out His hand. “Take my hand and step out of the dress. Carefully, slut. I don’t want to have to pick you up off the floor. You’ll be there soon enough.”

She took His hand and did as He commanded, making sure that her heels cleared the voluminous skirts as she stepped out of the bell of the dress. When she was free, He feasted His eyes on the whole luscious package. She read His expression and blushed in pleasure again to see His approval so clearly.

“Beautiful whore. Follow me.”

She traced His steps as He led her into the dining area. Once there He guided her to the table and placed her arms and legs where He wanted them, pushing her torso down onto the chilled table top. “Be still.”

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The three friends were all sitting around watching TV. Jessica was on the chair and Danny and Bret were on the couch. Jessica had the remote, and every time she clicked the button, her boobs jumped up and down, making Danny and Bret drool.

That was the only reason they were friends with her; because she was so hot. All the boys at school had dreamed of fucking Jessica, and Danny and Bret had each spent nights masturbating to images of her. Now they were her friend, but all they could do was think about how great her giant boobs were.

“There’s nothing on,” Jessica sighed, “This is so boring.”

Danny was daring. “I have a porno upstairs we could watch.”

Jessica’s eyes lit up. “Yes, let’s watch that, I love watching porno.”

Danny ran upstairs and grabbed the disc and put it in the TV. He pressed play and a movie of a huge-titted girl getting fucked came up.

“This is making me so hot,” Jessica said, unconsciously rubbing her nipples over her shirt, “Damn, that guy has such a huge cock.”

“She’s not bad either,” Danny commented, “Though her boobs aren’t as big as yours.”

“No one’s ever are,” Jessica giggled, “Do you ever jack off to this?”

Danny awkwardly scratched his head. “Yeah, sometimes.”

“And what about you, Bret, you pump your cock to movies of girls getting fucked?”

Bret was timid. “Yea,” he admitted, “Kind of.”

“Kind of?” Jessica asked, “How often do you masturbate?”

“Like twice a day,” Bret said, and Jessica laughed.

“Twice a day!” She giggled heavily. “That’s a lot of jerking. Have you ever even fucked a girl?”

“Not yet,” Bret said, shy.

“What about you?” Jessica asked Danny.

“Yeah, I fucked a girl once,” he answers.

“I’ve fucked loads of guys,” Jessica admits, “They all go ga-ga over my tits. I love it when they cum all over them.”

Jessica looked down at both boys’ pants. They both were trying to cover their hard-ons.

“Am I turning you guys on?” she laughed, “You guys want to fuck me?”

“So much,” Danny replied, “You are so hot.”

“You acıbadem escort bayan ever jack off while thinking about me?” Jessica asked.

“Yeah, all the time,” Danny responded.

“Yeah, me too,” Bret said quietly.

“Well, boys,” Jessica said, smiling, “Let’s get those pants off then.”

Jessica walked over to the couch and slid down Danny’s body. She undid the belt and pulled down his pants.

“Damn!” she said, staring at his nine inch dick, “That is some serious cock! You’ve only been laid once?”

“Yeah,” Danny said proudly.

Jessica licked her lips. “I can’t wait to let you fuck me.”

She moved over to Bret.

“What about you, tiger? You want to fuck me, too?”

Bret nodded.

“Well, then, let’s hope your dick’s at least as big as your friend’s.”

She pulled down Bret’s pants and burst into laugher.

“Are you kidding me?” she said through giggles, pointing at his three inch dick, “That thing is TINY!”

Bret blushed heavily.

“I can’t let you fuck me with that thing,” she said, “I wouldn’t even be able to feel it. It’s just too small.”

Bret frowned and started to put his pants, but Jessica stopped him.

“You said you jerk it to me twice a day?” she said.

Bret nodded again.

“Well, I can at least let you do that.”

She took off her top and undid her bra, letting the two glorious mounds of flesh sway with her body. Bret’s eyes widend as she shoved his head into them.

“You like that?” she asked, “You like my terrific cleavage? Guys have cum in my cleavage all the time, and now your head is there.”

She pushed his head away and picked her 36DD bra off the floor.

“Here,” she said, handing him the bra, “I’m going to fuck your friend over there, who actually has a working penis. You can pump your tiny little junk into here while I fuck someone who isn’t a dickless loser.”

Jessica waltzed over to Bret, who was standing on the other side of the room, and slowliy slid off her skirt.

“Fuck bağdat caddesi escort bayan me,” she said to him, “I want you to make your friend over there wish he was you.”

Jessica leaned over the coffee table in front of Bret and laid down on it, her legs still touching the ground. Her tits were squished up against the glass, and Bret could see deep into her cleavage.

Danny took his dick and pushed it into her pussy, causing her to moan deeply. They were fucking doggy style, and Bret was sitting right in front of them. Danny started pumping.

“That feel great!” Jessica called back to Danny, then looked up at Bret.

“Ha, that thing really is tiny,” she said, her boobs swaying back in forth against the glass table, “I doubt you’ll ever get laid. You’ll just have to keep jerking off to girls like me. That’s the way things work. The big boys, the ones hung like your friend over there, they get to fuck, to be real men, and enjoy the pleasures of my huge tits. You have to sit there, and wank off like the loser you are.”

Bret was jerking off faster and faster now.

“It won’t take long until you cum. Watch, I’ll bet you cum twice before your friend does. Don’t worry, there’s enough in once cup of that bra to hold three loads. I have very large breasts, if you hadn’t noticed.”

Sure enough, Bret felt himself cumming. He held out the bra to his dick, and, inches from Jessica’s face, he spewed a load of thick, creamy jizz into the left cup of her bra. She laughed at him while he did it.

“Told you so. Though I was wrong, you sure cum a lot. You filled up whole cup!”

The bra was in his hand, full to the brim with his seed. He held it with his left hand and started jerking again with his right.

“Okay, pindick, I’ll give you a little reward. Since you proved me wrong by having such a huge amount of cum for such a small, worthless dick, I’ll let you cum in my face this time. Just let it go. I bet some will fall between my tits. You’ll like that, won’t you? kozyatağı escort bayan Then you can lick it off.”

Jessica’s words were exciting Bret, and it wasn’t long before he came again, this time all over Jessica’s face. She licked it greedily into her mouth, but a lot dripped down her chest and formed a huge bubble of semen in her cleavage.

She swished the jizz around in her mouth for awhile before spitting it on the floor.

“Yuck! It tastes like a loser dick. I guess that’s cause it came from one.”

From behind her, Danny, who has been fucking her vigoruly the whole time, announces, “I’m about to cum!”

“Sorry, loser, but I’m going to have to change your view.”

She got off the table, and bent down in front of Danny. He whipped his dick towards her face, and spewed all of his load into her tits. By the time he was done, there wasn’t a speck of flesh that wasn’t generously covered in the oozing white mixture.

“Shit,” Danny yelled, picking his clothes off the ground, “I gotta get home!” And Danny left.

“Guess that just leaves you and me, dickless,” Jessica said, moving over to Bret on the couch, “But I have to go soon too. I’m meeting up with the football team later and they all want me to suck them off before the game. But I don’t want to go looking like this, do I?” She picked up a glob of jizz off her chest and let it drip through her fingers into her mouth.

“Now that tastes like a real man’s jizz,” she announces, “Lick it all off me so I can get away from your tiny ugly penis.”

Bret leaped down and started lapping up all the liquid off her chest. She giggle maliciously and said, “Wow, I didn’t think you were this much of a loser. I mean, you have a tiny penis, but I didn’t realize you were desperate for tits enough to lick another man’s jizz off of them.”

Despite the words, Bret kept lapping up the mess on Jessica’s body. When he finished, her tits shined brightly from the mizzture of his saliva and the traces of jizz.

“She picked up her bra from the floor, still covered in Bret’s cum, and placed it on her chest, causing it to spill over the edges and dry on her breasts. She put her shirt on over this and recovered her skirt and panties from the floor.

“See you later, loser,” she said, walking to the door. She stopped and turned around again.

“On second though, come with me. I’ll find something for you to do there.” She laughed again.

Bret got dressed and followed her out the door.

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Dodging a sudden downpour, Elgin Arinze cut across a busy Atlanta street and sprinted toward a bus stop. He tucked a pricey pair of headphones inside the T-shirt he wore with jersey shorts and ratty kicks, having just left from a workout with Hunter, an old friend. While Elgin had moved on to a master’s program, his friend’s rich father continued to bankroll Hunter’s sixth year as an undergrad.

Elgin doubted whether the dude would grow up, much less graduate. Still, Hunter was good people, and a few hours spent with his personal boxing trainer had seemed worth the trip from Elgin’s shoebox-sized crib near Georgia Tech, until he’d gotten caught in the rain.

He booked it down the street, but the rain was so heavy that his clothes soon were sagging. Headphones and cellphone both in jeopardy, Elgin veered toward the entrance of a swank hotel. He scrubbed a hand over his cropped black head and rubbed raindrops from his sable eyes, only then noticing that a few other people had run for cover under the hotel awning and now were being shooed away by the valet staff.

Tall and fit, Elgin decided to make good on being mistaken for a basketball player all the damn time. He pulled out his phone and pretended to be an important hotel guest, which got him through the front doors. Wisely, he turned away from the front desk and toward the restaurant. It was too late for lunch and too early for happy hour, making the place blessedly empty.

A cute waiter who looked a lot like Hunter seemed happy to show him to a table, perhaps because Elgin’s white tee clung to his walnut abs like a second skin. Grateful for a quiet spot by the windows where he could wait out the downpour, he decided to order food, and was just deciding between an overpriced burger and an overpriced club sandwich when he caught the eye of Dr. Samira Sharpe.

If he was keeping it real, the tight, white dress she wore caught his eye. Dr. Sharpe wasn’t checking for him at all while she moved to a seat at the bar.

When she’d been his professor last semester, she’d favored pants suits that had downplayed her figure. Nevertheless, his discerning eye had wandered to her ass all too often, which was one of the reasons he’d skated out of her class with a B-, an upgrade from the C he should have gotten. Fear of his Nigerian father’s disapproval—and a visit to her office—had made the difference.

Still wondering why she’d taken pity on him, Elgin admired her overall package. Pushing forty, she had flawless plum skin, hair cut in a curly fro with a mean fade on the sides, and a queenly vibe like Angela Bassett. Aside of being all that, Dr. Sharpe worked a special brand of verve that probably would have come off as obnoxious in a girl his age.

She could do no wrong in that dress. Elgin couldn’t stop staring. The fabric nipped and tucked every thick curve her former suits had hidden, as though God himself had poured it on her. He wondered if her breasts, though just small lumps of coal, would fall out of the dress’ deep neckline.

Well, if he was keeping it real, he hoped they would.

Elgin slumped in his damp clothes, hoping soggy shorts didn’t give away the fact he was turned on. It had been a minute since he’d gotten any ass. He blamed it on chemistry classes and labs; yet, he also wasn’t ready to accept that the kittens he met around campus didn’t do it for him as much as a cougar like Dr. Sharpe.

His mother would fall the fuck out if he went home with a middle aged lady unlikely to provide the grandchildren Mrs. Arinze so desperately wanted. An only child, he got where his mother was coming from; but, he also was used to getting his way, and had to admit he felt ambivalent about children.

On the other hand, he knew for a fact he liked self-possessed women with a little attitude that suggested, “I’ve been there, done that, and I’m not impressed with you, young buck.” Having a challenge to live up to made him feel cocky in more ways than one.

Grinning, Elgin remembered Dr. Sharpe only taught one class a year, and otherwise was a physician. Technically, she wasn’t a faculty member at the moment; and though he didn’t know the school rules about fraternizing, he felt easier knowing he wouldn’t get in trouble if he bought her a drink.

Hoping to impress her despite looking like a scrub, Elgin affected the same self-importance that had gotten him into the hotel, not wanting to look too eager as he approached. However, a wide smile gave away his interest as soon as she glanced at him.

“Dr. Sharpe? I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Elgin Arinze—”

“I remember.” Cool and cultured as the pearl studs in her ears, her voice was professorial. She offered her hand in the manner of a business handshake. “How are you, Elgin?”

“Better, since you came in.” He took her hand and kissed it, making it clear he didn’t want to talk shop, and Dr. Sharpe seemed impressed. “Sitting through the rain by myself was pretty boring. A lady like you has no business being lonely, so I thought I’d come kick some conversation.” Elgin ataşehir escort bayan flashed his most winning smile as he sat down beside her.

“Alone isn’t the same thing as lonely, but it’s the thought that counts.” Her eyes glided over him, taking in his damp clothes. “Were you out jogging?”

“Worked out at a gym.” He sat up straighter under her scrutiny, and was deflated to realize she wasn’t checking him out with much enthusiasm. “I was headed home when it started coming down.”

“I see,” she replied noncommittally.

Looking good didn’t make somebody good company, which was exactly why most kittens couldn’t hold his attention. Elgin squirmed a little in his seat, feeling his own judgments turned against him, and worrying that he was boring her. “Hopefully, it clears up soon.”

She murmured an acknowledgment but said no more, while looking him over again.

Feeling unsure of himself, he turned to signal the waiter at the end of the bar, then asked her, “Can I get you something to drink?”

Dr. Sharpe’s perfectly winged eyebrow rose in challenge. “Are you old enough to drink?”

Elgin scowled. “I’m twenty five.”

“Impressive.” Though sarcastic, she sounded amused, at least. “I already ordered a cocktail. Would you like one?”

“Better not. I have lab soon.”

“Curious that you would come to the bar then, and not order anything.” Her plum colored lips curved into a smirk. “Just hoping to push up on a lonely, older woman?”

He flushed and sat up straighter in his chair. “Well, I thought about lunch, but I wouldn’t want to interrupt you.”

“And yet, you already have.”

Elgin couldn’t tell from her enigmatic smile if she was talking down to him or just teasing. He liked it either way, but wasn’t sure what to say. Two steps behind in their verbal chess game, he was stuck at being impressed that Dr. Sharpe indeed was a queen with well-honed moves.

Her almond eyes turned sly. “Are you going to make it up to me?”

“Yes, ma’am. I mean, yeah. Absolutely,” he stammered, and picked up the check as soon as the bartender set it down with her drink.

Dr. Sharpe placed her hand over his hand on the tab. “No need. It’ll be charged to my room.”

“You’re staying here? I thought you lived in Virginia Highlands.”

“I do, but I’m spending the night.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

Elgin watched her sip from a tumbler of what smelled like bourbon on the rocks, and reconsidered the stunning way she looked. “Oh, were you planning to meet somebody? My bad.” He blushed, certain cockiness had led him to assume she had nothing better to do than kick it with him.

However, Dr. Sharpe surprised him with a mischievous smile. “In fact, I was planning to meet someone, and I have.”

He blinked. “You mean me?”

“You’re impressive and clever, I see.”

No doubt she was talking down to him that time. Elgin shifted on his bar stool. Calling her a cougar earlier had made him feel like a prize; but, he’d since shown himself to be an inexperienced cub, and that didn’t feel so sexy. “No way you knew I’d come in here.”

She shrugged smooth, round shoulders. “If not you, someone would have interested me eventually. I like waiting for it to rain. It’s a game I play.”

“And what happens when it does rain?”

She smiled. “I get wet.”

The turn-on Elgin had felt earlier became full blown arousal. He licked his lips, wondering how the gesture he’d tried to make had turned into her putting him in his place and propositioning him at once.

“Looks like you’re already wet.” She looked him over again, slowly and with smoldering intentions evident in her eyes. “I’d invite you up to my room to dry off, if I thought you knew your way around.”

“I’ve never been to this hotel before.”

“I’m not asking for a tour; I’m asking if you know your way around.” She crossed her legs, and her calf brushed his.

“Oh, I do! I can show you.”

She chuckled at his earnestness. “If only you had the time.”

Elgin glanced at a clock over the bar and saw that he only had forty five minutes until lab. “By soon, I didn’t mean I had to leave right away. I can be a little late.”

“But what I want can’t be rushed.” She stared at him over the rim of her tumbler.

“Well, can I come back tonight, around eight?”

“I don’t know. Can you?”

He chuckled. “May I, Dr. Sharpe?”

He watched her open the bar tab folder and pick up a pen. Elgin worried he was being dismissed, until she slid the folder over in front of him. Peeking out from underneath, he found a card key tucked inside a slip of paper with her phone and room numbers. Elgin pocketed both as smoothly as she’d delivered them.

“Call me Samira.” She sucked a piece of ice into her mouth, her tongue toying with it just as she as toying with him. “I’d appreciate it if you dressed to impress, before you come back. Just because you’re wet behind the ears doesn’t mean you have to look it.”

Elgin pendik escort bayan scrubbed a hand over his chin and laughed, at himself because she was no joke. He measured her with a stare that she returned with interest, and the intelligence in her eyes made him hard.

“In a suit, I think you’d look a little like Boris Kodjoe.”

He scoffed.

“I said a little,” Dr. Sharpe joked, while signaling the bartender for a menu.

Grinning, Elgin stood up, then leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Enjoy your dinner.”

“I will.” She winked at him. “I’m starving.”

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Though he had until eight o’clock, Elgin returned to the hotel half an hour early, and hurried through the front entrance. A white tuxedo shirt dressed up his inky jeans, so that he looked clean and mean yet relaxed. However, he felt ready to jump out of his skin with joy at the prospect of spending the night with Dr. Sharpe.

“Samira,” he reminded himself, breathing her name, but it didn’t pack the same punch that Dr. Sharpe had in his fantasies during lab that afternoon.

Inside the hotel, he took the elevator to the seventh floor, excited by that afternoon’s turn of events. Tall and traditionally handsome as he was, nervous anticipation was not a pleasure that came into Elgin’s life often, and he savored it all the way to her door. He forgot the key card in his pocket and knocked.

When she answered wearing a smile and a fragile, pale blue chemise, he forgot himself again and greeted her with, “Dang, Dr. Sharpe, you look fine.”

She laughed as she let him in. “Samira. At this point, there’s no need for formalities.”

“Then maybe I should come clean about a fantasy I had where you made me earn the use of your first name.” He walked into the front room of her cozy hotel suite, and took in a lamp that spotlighted a bottle of champagne and a fruit and cheese tray, before turning to her.

Leaning against the door’s white painted wood, Dr. Sharpe was mesmerizingly dark. The lamp’s warm, yellow light cast a sheen over her plum skin that reminded him of velvet. Elgin felt feverish with a need to touch her.

However, she raised a brow as soon as he took a step in her direction. “I thought you wanted to earn your way.”

He grinned. “Hope I don’t have pull off a feat like Hercules to get next to you.”

“You don’t look like you could endure that much.” Beneath sooty lashes, her eyes were sassy.

“You haven’t seen me with my clothes off yet. Don’t let the baby face fool you. I’m full grown,” Elgin announced with bass in his voice.

Just a few feet apart, electricity charged the space between them while she undressed him with her eyes. He grinned at her love of scrutinizing him, and almost felt as though he were being inspected. Even with clothes on, Elgin felt naked—or maybe vulnerable was the right word for it. The experience was uncomfortable and thrilling at the same time.

The only way he knew how to make it through life as a Black man was to go hard. A hidden pocket of hope cracked open in his chest at the prospect of Dr. Sharpe showing him another way, if only for a night. He wasn’t getting soft—hell to the no—but Elgin felt himself yielding, the longer she looked at him.

Nervous suddenly, he cast his eyes down to her nipples. Under her slip, their shape hinted they were pierced.

“Barbells,” she teased. “Show me, and I’ll show you.”

Elgin quickly stripped off his shirt and undershirt, then his pants after she glanced down at them. He undressed so fast that he had no idea what to do after he was naked.

Rotating her finger, Dr. Sharpe prompted him to show her the goods, which he did with a crooked smile. When he faced her again, she beckoned him, then pointed to the ground.

“On your knees, please.”

Dick twitching, he got on the floor on all fours, crawled to her, and sat back on his haunches. From below, she looked ethereal while she hiked up the hem of her ice blue slip that rose and rose like a stage curtain, building anticipation. Underneath, she wasn’t wearing any panties, and the ripe scent of wet pussy ricocheted through Elgin’s nose and throat with each breath.

He wanted to taste, but he didn’t; steeping in his longing was a delicious little torture.

She asked, “What are you thinking?”

“About this one time, at band camp…” When she laughed, joy burst inside him to have given her that pleasure, and he cracked open a little more. “I think you’ve got me under your spell, Dr. Sharpe. Where do you want me to start earning that first name?”

“I like a man who can work his way up from the bottom.”

After she put her foot on his chest, he held it there. His mouth made a wet trail up the inside of her leg. Elgin’s chest swelled when she giggled over the pucker of his lips on her thigh. As his attentions neared her mound, she clasped the back of his head, urging his eyes to meet hers.

“Stick your nose in it.”

He rubbed the tip ümraniye escort bayan and bridge of his nose against her clit. Soon his forehead pressed to her pelvis, he was so damn eager to please her. Spit coated his hungry tongue, which soon hung out like a dog’s, since he felt like one. Over eager, he took the liberty of licking her.

Dr. Sharpe smacked the back of his head, then pushed him away. “Did I say you could?”

Elgin tried to look apologetic, but he wasn’t. After her foot on his chest pushed him to the floor, he fell on his back, half laughing and half catching his breath.

She pulled off her nightgown and threw it in his face, then grinned while he sniffed her garment. His stomach tensed into a plank after she stepped on him.

“Those gym visits are paying off. You’re in good shape.”

Her approval went through him like warm cane syrup. “You have no idea how much I can endure.”

“We’ll see about that. Stay,” she commanded, pressing her foot to his throat, and then she stepped over his head. Moments later, she returned with his belt which she looped around his neck. With a good yank, she urged him to a sitting position.

Eyes on his, Dr. Sharpe widened her stance and fingered herself. “Look at me, and don’t speak until you’re spoken to.”

Elgin tried, but the gushy, sticky sound of her playing with her pussy was hot to death. His gaze dropped from her face to her crotch.

She slapped him, her fingers rubbing pungent juice on his face. “Eyes on me, or you won’t get a taste.” Her manicured fingertips crowded his nostrils with her scent. “Disobey me again, and all you’ll get tonight is the smell of what you want and can’t have, unless I say so. Got it?”

The prospect of denial shot through him in a hot arrow of arousal and tension, making him wonder if he was a masochist. “Yes, Dr. Sharpe.”

She resumed touching herself, and stirred up her juice until it dripped down her thigh in a mix with sweat. “I’m so close,” she announced, though he could tell as much from the way her legs trembled. “I could use a thick dick right now.”

Elgin whined like a puppy. His dick was rigid and throbbing.

“Would you like to lick my thighs?”

“Please.”

She invited him with a nod.

Watching her had made Elgin parched like a motherfucker, and he eagerly lapped at her moist skin, but only tasted a hint of the tartness that had pooled between her lips.

“Only up to the hairs,” she instructed him. “Your nose should just brush me. Lick the seams around the outside, and get a good whiff, pet.”

Elgin drew in a big, delirious breath that went straight to his head. He reeled on his knees, especially after she turned and presented him with her ass.

He understood then how desire really worked. Longing drove his tongue deep into her, like he used to kiss past girlfriends after time apart. He wasn’t pleasuring a hole but her, satisfying a need of hers, enjoying the taste and feel of her. Elgin saw her fingers massaging her clit, and felt her legs shake when she came.

He trembled too, after sitting back on his haunches and waiting for her next instructions.

Sexy eyed with contentment, Dr. Sharpe patted his head, then pulled him by his makeshift leash to the bed. There, she sat down, flopped on her back, and spread her legs. “Clean me up, please. Do it thoroughly, and I’ll let you make a mess of me next.”

Elgin applied himself to lapping up every bit of custard from between her thighs. The flavor reminded him of Sunday dinner desserts that his mother used to leave on the table for company, and that he’d been forbidden to touch. He tasted spicy cobblers, nut cookies, and lightly salted tomatoes. Her cleaned pussy was a pitted fruit that Elgin tried to climb inside, like that boy who lived in a giant peach.

Dr. Sharpe pulled his leash and scooted back on the bed, allowing him to climb over her. “Good boy,” she murmured. “That was exactly what I wanted.” She removed the belt from around his neck, and stroked her fingers across the red marks on his throat.

Elgin’s eyes drifted shut, while her soft, cool fingers played against his pounding jugular. His heart pounded harder, after she drew him down to her breast and rubbed the back of his head. He doubted heroin was more potent than her approval.

“What would you like, pet? I’m open to suggestions.”

He laughed. “I don’t know anymore. I came in expecting something like this, but didn’t realize I’d feel some type of way about it. Call me a little bit overwhelmed right now.”

“Don’t over think it. Be a boy toy. Enjoy it.” She smiled. “If you’re game, I wouldn’t mind test driving that pretty stick of yours.”

“Let me oil up the engine.”

Elgin kissed a path back down to her belly to make that mess she’d mentioned. It didn’t take her long to get wet again; yet, he took his time arousing her, wanting her to feel like jelly when he pushed in. When she was ready, Dr. Sharpe reached for the nightstand, then handed him a condom. After Elgin put it on, he gingerly slid home.

Usually, he fucked like he had something to prove. That seemed to be what girls wanted—big Black cock on a platter, with a side of beefcake. Elgin couldn’t deny that at times, he’d played the hype to his advantage. After all, being young was mostly a popularity contest. Maybe that was why he liked older women. They were over the bullshit, and just kept it real.

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The first time, it was a weak, tentative swat on the behind that didn’t even register as a smack.

“Did you just…” she started.

“Sorry”, he said.

She narrowed her eyes and let her gaze linger for a second before raising her hips up and resuming her rhythm. He put his hands back on her ass and squeezed as she rode him to her eventual release.

When she was done, he rolled her over and took his turn, pounding into her until his body shuddered and he exploded. He could never get there with her on top, despite how much he lusted after her beautiful body.

The slap on her ass was never mentioned again, and the crazy urge to hit her and the rush he got from thinking about doing it receded into the darkness from whence it came. His cheeks burned a little as he let that delicious surge of electricity slip away and they both pretended it never happened.

But it did happen.

Several years, one wife, and two kids later, it would creep back into Jack’s mind. Barely perceptible at first, it would buzz in his brain if the movies he watched with his wife had any hint of sexual violence. He didn’t notice the buzz at first, but a little while after the movie, the scenes would hold his interest longer than he expected, trapped on the edges of his thinking mind, and breaking free here and there to hold his attention for a moment or two. Sometimes, after a really nasty scene, it would happen for days.

Jack was raised on tv and rumours as far as sex was concerned. His family was not religious, but sex wasn’t something they talked about openly, so Jack’s formative notions of sex arose from the occasional bare breast in a movie, theatrical sex scenes, and the vast wisdom of his peers. Thus, his early assumptions about a woman’s body were anatomically hilarious to modern day Jack, and the foggy concepts of what sex consisted of were equally off the mark.

He learned over the course of his childhood that a man is never to hit a woman under any circumstances. That information was as close to fact as anything he had ever known growing up. Violence against women was an outrage and a sickness in the world, and he was not part of that sickness.

Over the years, Jack spent a lot time reading about sex. Before he’d ever done the deed, he possessed an understanding that good sex required a man to put a lot of time and energy into his partner’s pleasure. He understood his own pleasure was all but guaranteed, but to really excel in bed, the mysteries of the female orgasm had to be solved.

Jack became very good at pleasing women in bed, after the first couple of clumsy attempts of course. He cared so much about pleasing his partners that his own satisfaction depended on it. He would have orgasms every time, but that wasn’t all it took to satisfy Jack.

A few years into his marriage, with buzzing brains and darkening thoughts, Jack’s satisfaction begn to falter. His wife enjoyed three to four orgasms at least every time they had sex, and Jack always took pride in that. Slowly, that wasn’t enough any more.

Something lived in him that whispered dark things that forced blood into his pants when he let those whispers take him. Someone stronger and more confident took over his body when he accepted the darkness into him, and by god he loved that new man.

Jack hid from the darkness as much as he could bear. Lately the urges had become stronger and Jack fought them back with less and less enthusiasm. Come out and play, Jacky boy. You know you want to.

He did want to. He really wanted to…

In his mind, the conversation with Monique would go something like this:

“Baby, can I I talk to you about something?”

“Of course”, she’d say.

“I want to hit you when we have sex. Hard and repeatedly.”

“Get the fuck out of my life, you sick fuck!”

Or some variation on that narrative, with some added crying and wondering how she had married such a psycho. He would lose his kids, his wife, and everything he had. And rightfully so. A man should never hit a woman under any circumstances. Only wife abusers do that, and wife abusers go to jail.

He could take up hookers, but hooker abusers get beat to death, and then publicly shamed for all eternity. ardahan escort And they can be quite expensive, raising questions about why he was making cash withdrawals and going out at strange hours. No thanks.

For a few months, he satisfied his appetite with poorly staged porn like any respectable man would do. None of it looked like what he wanted, and it was all so blatantly contrived that it barely did the job, until he discovered some homemade videos. These clips showed real people doing real things to each other, and BOTH of them liked what was happening.

Holy shit! There really are women, real women, who like being hit during sex. Who like being manhandled and used. Jack’s darkness took a permanent seat in the cockpit of his brain from that day forward. It was out now, and it would not be denied much longer.

The conversation with Monique went like this:

“Baby, do you have any sexual fantasies you want to fulfill?”

A moment or two of awkward silence…

“Umm…I guess I do…why do you ask?”

“Because I want to be the best husband and lover you could ever imagine, and I want you to live out every fantasy you have.”

A shorter but still awkward silence…

“You are already both of those things. But…since you ask…” Monique paused for a second and Jack’s heart pounded in his chest like a gorilla trying to get out of a shipping box. “I’d like to dress up and role play sometimes,” she said. “Is that weird?”

Once when Jack was a kid, his father suspected him of breaking a lamp, and he was going to get a bare ass spanking for it, and also for lying about it. Luckily his brother spoke up and took responsibility for it. The wave of relief at that moment was exactly the same as the one that washed over him at that moment.

“That’s not weird at all”, he said. “Like cop arrests naughty criminal kind of stuff?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “Or cheerleader sleeping with the quarterback. Or teacher and bad student in detention.”

“Who would be the teacher and who would be the student?” Jack asked with a smirk on his face.

“We can take turns,” she purred.

“I like it,” Jack said.

“Oh good! I’ve never told anyone about that before. I was worried you’d think it was stupid or something.”

“Not at all, baby” Jack said. “We should be able to tell each other anything.”

“I agree,”she said. “What about you? Do you have any fantasies you haven’t told me about?”

This moment was a long time coming. It was his chance to finally let the darkness out, to test the waters and he was so excited and scared he naturally froze and didn’t say anything for a few long seconds.

“Jack?”

“Uh…”

“I told you mine, now it’s only fair that you tell me yours. We should be able to tell each other anything, remember? You literally just said that ten seconds ago.”

His fear of losing this opportunity began to overwhelm his fear of telling her, but it held on enough to say “I’m a little nervous to say this…”

Monique reached out and held his hand. “You can tell me,” she said. “I promise I won’t laugh.”

Laughing wasn’t even close to what he was worried about.

“Ok…I want to hit you during sex,” he blurted.

His face started doing things he couldn’t control, and from inside his mind he hoped it wasn’t making things worse.

“What do you mean when you say hit me?” She asked.

At this point in his imaginary conversations, Monique had already blown her top and kicked him out of the house, so he was completely unprepared to carry on the conversation. He’d never put a lot of actual logical thought into how to explain himself.

“Well, uh…like I want to bend you over and smack your ass for instance,” he said. That would be the ignition point for sure, he thought.

“Like, with your hand?” She asked.

“Yeah…and maybe some toys…”

Monique looked at his face for a moment. She studied him like he was something new to her and it made Jack nervous.

“Ok,” she said, almost nonchalantly.

This wave washing over him was relief like the other one, but also disbelief.

“Ok?”

“Yeah,” she said. adıyaman escort “When you said hit me, I thought you meant punch me in the face or something.”

“Uh, no,” Jack stammered. “I want to smack you in the face though.”

Now who the fuck said that? Jack’s brain screamed. The darkness smirked.

“Oh, well…maybe we’ll start with spanking,” Monique said smiling.

“Ok,” Jack said tentatively. “Since it’s out there now, I should tell you it’s not just the spanking that I have in mind…”

Dammit! Why couldn’t you just leave it alone? We were lucky to get out of the hitting part with our life intact, now you gotta push it, his brain screamed.

“Oh really?” Monique replied. “And what else do you have in mind?”

Jack searched for the right way to say that he wanted to hurt her. He wanted to hit her because he wanted to inflict pain, but for some reason his brain seemed unavailable at the moment.

“I want hurt you,” he said quietly. “I want the spanking to hurt. I want to pull you hair and squeeze your nipples until you can barely breathe. I want to choke you, to leave bruises on you. I want ropes and gags, I want to OWN you and use you however I see fit. I want these things and I feel like a monster for it. I understand if you don’t want any of that, but I just had to tell you and get it off my chest.”

Jack was terrified by the words that just poured out of his mouth. The next few moments would decide how his life would go, but along with the gut wrenching fear of Monique’s reaction, he also felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders. Letting the darkness out was like taking off a lead jacket and standing tall for the first time.

Monique’s face was a picture of thoughtful beauty. Somehow, she didn’t look revolted, or disgusted, or even afraid.

Jack’s face was up to no good again, he was sure if it. Also, he needed to resume breathing soon or he would pass out and smash his face off the coffee table.

Jack took a deep breath.

“So…I guess that’s not what you expected to hear,” he said.

Monique did something then that almost caused Jack’s bladder to release; she smiled. She smiled at him so bright fear ran rampant through his body and he stopped breathing again.

“I can see that was really hard for you to tell me,” she said.

Getting dizzy, Jack started breathing again. “It was.”

“Some of those things sound crazy,” she said. “I don’t want to end up in the hospital. That would be pretty hard to explain to my parents.”

“I’m sorry I said all that,” Jack said. “I —,”

“No, don’t be,” Monique cut in. “I assume when you say you want to hurt me, you mean pain, not injury.”

“Yes, no. I mean yes to pain, but no to injury,” Jack stammered. “Exactly.”

“Well, I have some reservations, but if we take it slow…ok,” Monique said with a smile.

Jack was dizzy again. Am I breathing? I really have to get a handle on this, he thought. Wait…did she just agree to let me …

“So…you’re not going to run screaming out of the house and report me to the police?” He asked.

“Not unless you get carried away and break my arm or something,” she replied. “We need to go over what you want specifically and I mean it when I say we need to go slow.”

“Absolutely,” Jack replied. “I was so scared you would think I was a psycho. I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time.”

“I’m super happy you were honest with me when you were so scared,” Monique said. “I want you to be that honest with me all the time.”

“Ok, baby,” Jack said. “But I should warn you, there’s some weird shit going on in my head.”

Two months later, after some seriously kinky topics had become normal, Jack came home from work one afternoon to find Monique dressed in a school girl costume holding a book and wearing glasses.

“I’m here for detention, Mr Klein.”

Jack dropped his briefcase and let the darkness take over.

“Miss Baker, you have been very disruptive,” he said, loosening his belt and moving toward her.

“What are you going to do about it?” She said defiantly. “Give me a bad grade?”

Jack’s last two steps brought him close karabük escort enough reach out grab Monique’s throat. He pulled her close to him with enough force she dropped her book on the floor. He saw a beautiful flash of fear cross her face for just a second, and it ignited a fire in him.

“You’re going to learn a lesson today,” he said.

With his other hand, Jack grabbed her hair close to the scalp and pulled her head back so she was looking up at him. He released her throat and delivered a solid slap across her face. She cried out at the shock of it, but then a look of defiance took over her features.

“Is that all you got, old man?” She taunted.

Jack’s blood surged through him like liquid fire. He slapped her again, harder this time, then clamped her left nipple between his thumb and the middle knuckle of his right hand. He pulled her head back even harder and squeezed her nipple as hard as he could until she squirmed in his grasp. She held her breath and tried not scream as the pain in her nipple took over every part of her mind.

“Now you little bitch, you’re going to get what your daddy should have given you years ago,” Jack hissed through clenched teeth.

He released her nipple causing her to scream with the new pain of blood rushing back into it. He spun her around and bent her over the desk. Her short school girl skirt barely covering her perfect ass. Still holding her hair, Jack pulled her skirt up exposing her slutty black panties and smacked her ass so hard the sting in his hand made him hiss.

Monique cried out at the sharp sting. Jack pulled his hand back again, this time hitting her other cheek, harder this time than the last. Over and over he smacked her ass until it glowed bright red and tears streamed down her face.

Jack let his throbbing hand rest for a second and asked her if she’d learned her lesson.

“If you were trying to show me what a pussy you are, then yes, I suppose I have,” Monique replied.

Jack’s raging hard on raged a little harder as he took off his belt. He pulled Monique’s panties off roughly enough to rip them on one side, putting her beautiful red ass on display. He had never been so in love with this woman in his whole life. He grabbed a fresh handful of hair and brought belt down across her glowing ass.

Monique screamed as the belt lit up her skin. Jack lashed her again and again until he couldn’t take it any more. He dropped the belt and his pants on the floor and stood behind her, admring his work. Her ass showed every hit with the belt like a stroke of a painter’s brush. It was breathtaking and arousing like nothing he had ever seen before.

“Now Miss Baker,” he said as he held his hard cock against her soaking wet pussy lips. “I’m going to give you one last lesson before I throw you out of my classroom.”

Without any further warning, Jack grabbed her hips and slammed his hard cock into Monique hard enough to move the old desk a few inches. Monique’s screams weren’t from pain any more as Jack rammed his cock into her soaking wet pussy hard and fast. He fucked her like she’d never been fucked before, and after only a few hard thrusts, her body exploded with such force she thought for second she would pass out. Her pussy gushed and her juice dripped onto the floor.

As he pounded into Monique’s pussy, Jack grabbed her hair again and used it fuck her even harder, pulling her back onto his cock as he rammed into her. His cock started to build up pressure and with each hard punishing thrust he got closer and closer until his whole body shook with a violent and volcanic orgasm that almost took him off his feet. He locked up for a second or two, but Monique took over and thrust herself back onto his cock hard and fast while he blew load after load deep inside her.

Jack pulled his still hard pussy soaked cock out of Monique and told her to get on her knees. She knelt in front of him and stared at Jack’s big wet cock. “Suck it clean, you little bitch,” he said and shoved his cock in Monique’s mouth. She sucked it in as far as she could and Jack again almost fell to the ground it felt so good. She sucked and licked the cum and pussy juice off his cock until it finally went limp.

Jack stood her up kissed her deep, tasting both of their fluids on her lips.

“Now I hope you learned your lesson, Miss Baker,” he said. “If not, you’ll get detention again tomorrow.”

“Promise?” She replied.

Jack looked at her like he’d never seen something so beautiful in all years. She had set him free and he loved her so much more for it.

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In the end (I discovered later) it was two and a half hours before Ben showed up. By then I was going out of my mind between jumping at every noise thinking it was someone coming into the glade, trying not to move despite the discomfort because of the bells clamped to my aching nipples and a horrible moment when something crawled up my leg, nearly making me scream.

Nobody came into the glade thank god but I could hear plenty of people passing on the path a short distance away and every time one of the bells on my clamped nipples chimed my heart skipped a beat.

The relief I felt when I saw Ben walking into the glade was total. I had never been as humiliated and afraid as I had been over the past day or so, never been so out of control and seeing him, even though I knew he was responsible, made me go weak at the knees.

He was wearing a pair of cut off shorts and a short sleeved, khaki shirt that was open to the waist, showing his toned physique. He had a rucksack over one shoulder and was carrying a water bottle.

Ben barked a laugh as he saw me and I felt another wave of shame wash over me. He came up close and stood there looking at my trussed up form for a moment before taking a long pull of his water.

‘Well then Jayme, look at you. How was your wait?’

‘Long sir, I missed you terribly,’ I said with a tear running down my cheek.

‘How did you like the clamps with bells idea?’ he asked with a grin.

‘It was very clever sir,’ I said wondering why he hadn’t untied me and taken me in his arms yet. ‘It made the wait unbearable sir.’

‘Heh,’ he snorted before reaching out and yanking the pegs off my nipples, making me scream out loud – first from the pull and then from the blood rushing back into them.

‘Thank you sir,’ I gasped when the pain eventually subsided.

‘You’re welcome,’ he replied trailing a hand down my quivering stomach muscles. ‘I can’t help but notice though that I’ve been here for almost two minutes now and you haven’t bothered to ask me about my birthday party. It’s almost as if you don’t care, I can leave you here if you like?’

‘No sir, please god, don’t leave me here sir!’ I cried making him laugh. ‘I’m sorry I missed your party sir, did you have fun?’

‘Yes Jayme I did,’ he said his trailing hand now having reached my pussy. ‘You do realise you are soaking wet down here?’ He asked with a raised eyebrow. ‘Anyway, yes I had a very nice time thank you for asking, there was a lot of laughs, some booze and when Eve asked me where you had gone I told her the whole thing and, you know, one thing led to another.’

‘W…what?’ I said hoping against hope that it wasn’t true.

‘I said, Jayme, that when you turned up looking like a slut and then fucked off with another man, Eve asked a very reasonable question as to what was going on. So I told her all about you, about the birthday present you are giving me and what I imagined Dan was going to be doing with you.’

‘What….what did she say sir?’ I asked feeling faint from the stress of it all.

‘She loved it Jayme, turns out she absolutely fucking hates you and thinks you are some trampy little slut who’s not good enough for me.’ He laughed. ‘I think she wants me for herself you know,’ he whispered conspiratorially.

‘She said,’ he continued, ‘and she couldn’t stop giggling when she found out about it, that she loved the idea of you being molested by some freak and she hoped that the experience permanently fucked you up. A little strong I suppose but she’s entitled to her opinion, besides it sounded so good when she said it.

‘Anyway,’ he continued looking at the shame on my face and rubbing the growing bulge in his shorts – the sick fuck was getting off on telling me this, ‘I hadn’t considered it but when she suggested that we should fuck it seemed like too good an opportunity to pass up.’

‘You fucked her sir?’ I asked in a whisper, my head reeling.

‘All night long babe and twice this morning, Christ she’s one hell of a woman,’ he gushed making me feel like shit. ‘Now this is the thing, she’s came up with a marvellous idea, tonight I had had some nasty things planned for you but instead I am going to untie you now and take you home. There you are going to clean the house and serve Eve and myself as we have a nice long afternoon lazing about, fucking, sucking – you know the drill, before you cook us dinner tonight. Eve said that if you are very good we might not make you watch me fucking her.’

‘Yes sir,’ I said wanting the horror to end.

‘Ah, now this is the thing though, you are going to be under her command,’ he chuckled seeing my terrified expression, ‘and I won’t lift a hand to stop her, whatever she wants to do to you and judging by some of the things she said to me last night, she’s not going to be very nice to you I’m afraid.’

‘Ok sir, I’ll do it for you,’ I said after a moment, enjoying the faint surprise on his face. ‘I’ve been through so much already and I still want to prove how much I love you sir.’

‘Brilliant,’ bostancı escort bayan he said producing a key for the handcuffs and letting me go. ‘You’ll find some clothes in the bag. Get dressed, we don’t have long.’

I opened the bag quickly, my joints protesting from being held in one position for so long, to find the clothes he’d brought were my pair of tiny denim shorts that show off half my ass cheeks and a gossamer thin string Bikini top. I quickly got into the clothes and not wanting to disappoint him I snapped the handcuffs shut on my wrists again.

He just smiled and led me back down to the path where this time, there were a lot more people.

***

Eve got to our house at about three o’clock. I was cleaning the dishes after cooking Ben his lunch when the doorbell rang. After a curt nod from Ben I walked to the door, I was still wearing my bikini and shorts combo although now I was barefoot.

I opened the door but before I could say anything the tall woman slapped me in the face.

‘Shut up slut!’ she said and barged her way past me down the hallway with me trailing meekly behind her, rubbing at my jaw.

A tall – 5 inches or so taller than me without heels -, statuesque blonde with big, full breasts, Eve was a good looking woman and she was wearing a knee length skirt and a top that showed most of her ample cleavage above heeled sandals that tightened her long, shapely legs nicely.

Roughly Ben’s age, so about fifteen years older than me, she actually looked like a woman in her late 20s.

She strutted up to Ben and my heart lurched when he grabbed her and kissed her hard with his hands fondling her ass. Not knowing what to do I returned to finish the dishes in the kitchen while trying not to listen to their murmured conversation and laughter.

After a while she walked into the kitchen and when Ben started to follow her she put her hand on his chest and stopped him.

‘Now now honey, I want to have a little girl chat with Jayme here, why don’t you go out the back, I’ll be there in a bit,’ she said sweetly.

‘Alright Eve, I’ll see you later.’

Once he had gone she turned to me and looked me up and down with an expression of disgust.

‘Strip, and get on your knees slut,’ she said venomously and I quickly did as I was told.

She stepped forward, towering over me and I felt completely helpless as she looked down her nose at me.

‘Women wear clothes Jayme,’ she purred, ‘little slut girls go naked. Now,’ she said grabbing my chin and forcing me to look up at her, ‘I’ve been waiting for my chance to make your life hell since I met you so imagine my surprise when I discovered that all I had to do is ask.’

She released my jaw and stepped back, shaking her head. ‘Don’t think for a moment that I don’t know how to really hurt a stupid little girl like you, I’m going to make you wish you’d never been born! Let’s have a look at you then,’ she said, grabbing my hair and painfully yanking me to my feet.

She circled me like a shark as I stood trembling, examining me up close.

‘What size are those tits Jayme?’ she asked when she was back in front of me and poking my right breast with her fingernail.

’32 A Miss,’ I replied shakily.

‘Hah!’ she laughed, ‘call those tits? These are tits you pubescent little skank,’ she said, cupping her much larger bosom and pointing them at me.

‘Do you think a man like Ben could possibly be satisfied with a boyish little freak like you? Where are your curves you skinny little fuck?’ she stepped close and grabbed my pussy in her right fist, tugging painfully at my lips with her long nailed fingers and making me cry out in pain.

‘The only womanly thing about you is this cunt isn’t it?’ she demanded tugging at my flesh.

‘Yes Miss!’ I cried with tears in my eyes.

‘And I hear it’s a well used little fuck hole, I hear you will fuck anything you can possibly fit in there, even total strangers? Is that right skank?’

‘Yes Miss,’ I whispered.

‘Say it you shit,’ she shouted in my face, twisting my pussy lips again.

‘I’m a filthy skank miss and I will shove anything that will fit into my well used cunt miss!’ I cried.

Barking a laugh she released me before noticing the wetness on her hand with an expression of disgust.

‘What the fuck is this?’ She shouted wiping my juice on my face and pushing me over onto the floor where I landed awkwardly. ‘Are you getting off on this you filthy little whore?’

She looked around as I sat dumbfounded on the kitchen floor, she reached onto the countertop and picked up a large carrot from the bunch I was to prepare for dinner.

‘Fuck yourself with this you little skank,’ she said throwing the vegetable at me, ‘ram it on up there until you cum.’

I picked up the carrot from the floor, it was freezing cold as I had just gotten them out of the fridge but Eve obviously didn’t care so, shivering uncontrollably, I took tuzla escort bayan the thick, hard thing and pushed it as far as it would go into my soaking wet pussy.

Wracked with shame and filled with self loathing I shuffled around and lay on my back, legs spread wide in front of her and rammed that thick carrot into my pussy as hard and as fast as I could. Eve watched me with a sneer for a moment before squatting down in between my legs.

‘Now, once you have cum on that thing I want you to fix us some drinks and bring them out the garden. Then I want you to explain to Ben just how much of a boyish freak you are and I want you to beg him to fuck a real woman, not a nasty little skank like you. You understand skank?’

‘Yes…Miss,’ I groaned as I felt my orgasm building.

With that she stood, spat on me and walked out into the garden.

***

I did it as well, I served them their drinks, glad that our house wasn’t overlooked by any windows and then I stood in front of the man I love and explained why he should fuck someone else.

I think the worst part of it was that he seemed to agree with all of it, commenting that my boobs are too small and I don’t have enough curves, at least nothing like Eve’s who he said was a far superior example of Womanhood.

Once I had gone through that they decided to go upstairs, Eve insisted I watch her fuck him and I was lashed to a chair in the corner of the room while they spent a couple of hours playing with each other. I have never felt so humiliated in my life, so useless and helpless.

Ben was wearing a condom when they fucked and after he came she decided that the bin was a waste, so she fed the ‘little skank her dinner,’ upending the cooling sperm into my mouth and making sure I sucked the condom clean of her juice like a boiled sweet.

Later on Eve decided that I wasn’t to make dinner for them and they were going to have a meal in town, her rationale being that if I made food she might catch something. So as Ben phoned around to make a reservation, Eve led me into the garden.

‘Lie down on the floor skank, spread-eagle yourself’ she said.

I was naked except for ankle and wrist cuffs which she had made me put on earlier when she tied me to the chair to watch them fuck. I quickly laid down and spread my arms and legs wide, too far gone for any shame.

She opened the shed at the bottom of the garden and a few seconds later she emerged with four long wooden pegs from our bell tent, a mallet and some guy ropes. She quickly tied the ropes off to the cuffs and then hammered the pegs into the ground, before tightening the guys and stretching me taught.

Then she walked back into the shed and fetched another rope, this one an old, dirty and rough thing that had been in the shed since we moved in. Humming to herself she doubled it and fed the rope around my waist, slapping me to get it under my ass, before tucking it under itself at the small of my back and pulling it up my ass crack. Then, she threw the ends over a tree limb about ten foot above my head and a little behind before pulling on the ends, making me groan as the rope dug into my sensitive pussy.

Then she went back into the shed and came out holding one of Ben’s dumbbells which she held in the air while awkwardly tying the rope to it before letting it swing, laughing as I cried out when the rope suddenly became taught on my crotch.

Then she started to walk inside but stopped, reaching up she grabbed some pegs off the washing line and sat down beside me on the grass.

‘Now you can spend the rest of this evening thinking up something to say to us tomorrow about how I am better than you in every way. When we are ready I will come and get you,’ she said popping a wooden peg on my nipple, ‘and you can tell Ben and myself why I should be his woman and you shall become our little skank toy.’

She clipped the other nipple with a peg and leaned in close, her breath hot on my cheek.

‘Because slut, I am taking your man so if you want to stay a part of his life you’d better think up a damn good reason why we shouldn’t throw you out on the street and there is only one thing that’ll make me want to keep you around, do you know what that is?’

I shook my head, barely able to concentrate over the sensations in my crotch and nipples.

‘That one thing is me being able to hurt you whenever I feel like it bitch,’ she said with a sweet smile, ‘you won’t belong to him anymore, you’ll become my personal little servant. Now stick out your tongue, let’s get a peg on there to stop you whining.’

She stood up and pulled the rope, making the dumbbell raise a couple of feet into the air and laughed as I shook my head in alarm.

‘Nphoooohh..’ I spluttered with my tongue pegged.

‘Sorry, I didn’t understand you skank. Oh, you want me to drop this?’

I frantically shook my head again.

‘Oh ok, seems odd but if you want me to drop it I will,’ and laughing göztepe escort bayan she let go.

***

It was fully dark when they came home, the lights came on in the house and after a while the back door opened.

It was Ben who walked over and untied the dumbbell before removing the rope from around my waist. Next he removed the pegs form my nipples – the tongue one had fallen off some hours ago thank god – making me gasp and writhe.

He squatted next to my helpless body, fed me some water from a bottle he was carrying and chuckled.

‘She’s really done a number on you eh Jayme?’

‘Yes sir,’ I croaked.

‘Well if it was up to me I’d let you go but you are Eve’s and she wants to be fucked first, says she’ll make up her mind depending on how much she enjoys it as to whether you’ll be sleeping like this or somewhere more comfortable. What do you say to that Jayme?’

‘Please fuck her really well sir, whatever it takes – suggest some things she might not have thought of to do to me sir, just don’t leave me out here all night?’ I said urgently, acutely feeling the humiliation of begging the man I love to please another woman.

He laughed. ‘Listen to you; didn’t I say you would become a different person?’

‘Yes sir, you were right sir.’

‘Well, Eve told me about her idea and I can’t wait to hear you argue to be replaced by a woman who wants to do nothing but hurt you. Taking me away from you will just be the start I suspect.’

‘I don’t want to,’ I said with a tear running down my cheek.

‘Well tough, you agreed to do whatever anyone told you to, so tomorrow you will convince me it’s the best option for all of us.’ He looked up to the bedroom window, ‘Well, it’s a hard life. Jayme, I’m off to make love to someone else and tell her all the things you hate so she can do them to you. See you later!’

They left the window open of course and all I could hear as I lay there shivering on the cold, damp grass were the sounds of lovemaking. After a while they stopped and I heard the back door opening again, both of them came out and Ben quickly started loosening the ropes holding my arms.

I moaned as my joints protested after their lengthy immobilisation, shaking and falling over as I tried to stand up which made Eve laugh out loud.

‘Your boyfriend pleased me tonight skank,’ she said cruelly, ‘so you get to sleep on the sofa. Besides, you look like you need a good rest. Tidy this mess up and lock the house but be showered, made up and ready with breakfast in the morning at 9.’

***

They were screwing when I opened the bedroom door in the morning; Ben was grabbing her hips and slamming into her from behind as she moaned with every thrust.

Not knowing what else to do I stood there quietly while they carried on, Ben ignored me completely but Eve saw me straight away and spent most of her time looking me right in the eye and smiling.

When they finished I served them their breakfast and waited for them to eat before tidying up the dishes. As I left the room Eve called out and, setting the tray down on the landing table I returned to the bedroom. The place stank of sex and Eve’s perfume and despite myself I found myself getting more than a little turned on from what I had seen.

‘Jayme, once you are done tidying up we won’t need you for the rest of the morning,’ Eve said with a languid smile. ‘So I want you to go to the spare room and masturbate, find something painfully big to stuff in that little skank cunt of yours until you have cum five times – and I’d better be fucking amazed by the size of it when I check. Then cuff your hands behind your back and wait for me to summon you.’

‘Yes Miss,’ I said seeing Ben smirking.

‘Oh and one more thing,’ she said, ‘when you wank I want you to think about what you watched this morning. I want you to cum with the image of a real woman making love to your man.’

Bitch.

It was a few hours later that the door opened and she walked into the spare room. I was sitting in the corner, naked and cuffed, with my legs spread letting my hot, stretched pussy breath in the air. She had stipulated ‘painfully big’ so I had found a hard, plastic drink bottle and it was sitting, along with the tube of KY jelly I had had to use to get it in me, on the floor in front of me.

‘Fuck me,’ she exclaimed picking up the bottle, ‘your cunt must be slack as hell. No wonder Ben wants my pussy, he can actually feel the sides for a start.’ She put the bottle down and shook her head, ‘It’s time to come downstairs and whore yourself to us, skank.’

I struggled up and followed her down the stairs to see Ben and Eve sitting on the sofa. They had put out a low, hard wooden stool with a thick dildo jutting up from the seat (held in place with some tape) and Ben pointed to it as I entered the room.

I squatted down, carefully positioning my pussy over the head of the dildo, luckily I was wet enough that it was only a little struggle to fit it inside me. I cringed at the laugh from Eve as I moaned, feeling the invading lump of plastic stretching me and nudging against my cervix.

‘Hah,’ Eve said, ‘took it in one! She ‘s like a fucking windsock.’

‘Right then Jayme, what have you got to say?’ Ben said, looking at me intently as I shifted on the impaling dildo.

I took a deep breath, terrified about what I was going to say.

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“Do you feel a little ridiculous?” Ella asked, smirking. She couldn’t help herself. She was on a high. She had him. She had him right where she wanted him, and he knew it, and he loved it, almost as much as she did.

His chuckle was short lived. “I feel . . . more than ridiculous.”

She raised an eyebrow. He couldn’t see it; his head was bowed and he was trembling. “Explain.”

It was an order, and it thrilled them both. She hadn’t gotten past the guilt of controlling him, but she was enjoying pushing his buttons now. She’d never felt in her life felt anything quite like it. It was an electric current that ran between them: she sent him a charge and he caved into shaky silent submission, which sent a charge back to her. His reaction, his utter submission, was like a mellow burst of lightning from the center of her gut out. Her nipples woke up. Her insides melted, and everything wet knew right where to drain.

“I feel humiliated.”

She felt her throat bob. Worry overwhelmed her. Had she taken it too far? She gave a little tug on the leash and watched his cock bob, watch him scoot forward on his knees. The leash was attached to a small ring on his chastity device. She wondered how the little metal cage could withstand his swollen cock; his flesh pressed up against the bars, straining. It was penis prison for the very naughty. Every now and then she could see the whole package throb. Every now and then a long drip would leak from the tip and she could pretend to fuss at him for it. It was yet another button she’d discovered.

“Jim,” she started to say, started to apologize, started to spring forward and remove the leash and free him from the cock cage, “maybe we should–“

He shivered. “I’m so . . . totally turned on . . . Mistress.”

It exploded within her, from her belly, from her heart, in her brain, pure pleasure. It was like an orgasm, but without the physical convulsions of ecstasy. She was high on him again, on them, on what she was doing to him, on what he was allowing to happen, on what they both wanted to happen.

She whispered because her throat was too dry to work; every thing liquid in her was draining into her panties. She felt the matting of the cotton gusset pressing against her wet swollen lips, barely hidden beneath her short, leather skirt. “Good boy.”

He shuddered with pleasure. He parted his lips to speak, but nothing came out.

He was just like her, too aroused to think straight. They were in tune like never before.

She swallowed and tried to get a hold of herself. “Turn–turn around now.”

He shuffled on his knees until the leash grew taut. She grinned and gave him a little slack.

“Arms behind you.”

He complied, and the fact that he complied made her face hot. It almost seemed involuntary, as if she were in direct control of his body, bypassing his thoughts. If you could’ve told her six months ago that they would be here doing this, she wouldn’t have believed it.

She wrapped rope around his wrists, trapping his arms behind him. They’d considered handcuffs, but Ella felt rope was more romantic. That made her giggle. It shouldn’t make sense, but it did. Her friend, her mentor from the Divine Tantra site had sent her links, video instructions on the safety and “how to” of rope bondage. It was because of that website that they had come to this. They’d been on the brink of a break up; now, they couldn’t get enough of each other. They’d suffered through awkward, resentful silences; now, they communicated without speaking, through longing gazes and shuddering bodies.

She tied off the knot, sank her hand into his hair and jerked his head back, resting her chin on his shoulder, smelling his sweat, inhaling his maleness. She whispered and felt his trembling start up again as if by her command. “Got’cha.”

He stuttered. “Y-yes, Mistress.”

She let him go, watched his head quickly snap forward again, back into position, bowed, all nice and worshipful. She sauntered around him, swinging the leash like a jump-rope. “So,” she asked, her tone light and musical, “how are we feeling about it all?”

It took him a few moments to collect his thoughts. “Are we–are we having a discussion?”

“Discussion” was Ella’s term for when she asked him to be honest and confess what he liked and what he didn’t. His likes far outweighed his dislikes, but he had a few of the latter, like asking for the inclusion of keywords for when she texted him at work, so he could let her know when he was free to talk.

She considered it. “Yes, Jim, we’re having a discussion, because I’m about do something with you that could be very demeaning, so I’d like to gauge your reaction.”

He bowed his head, shuddering at what demeaning thing she or her mentors from the Divine Tantra website had cooked up. “I’m feeling like artvin escort you could push me much harder. I think you’re afraid you’ll push me too hard or that you’ll hurt me, but I also know you said the other day that you felt responsible for making sure I was safe and happy and enjoying everything, because I might be feeling too submissive to tell you or make a good decision, so I respect that.”

She understood very well what he was saying; it was what he’d been saying for awhile now. Desperate, hungry, filled to the brim with lust and utter devotion, he was saying, “I want more.”

She jerked his leash and watched his little cock cage bob in response. His head popped up, his eyes catching hers. She grinned and leaned down, patting him on the top of his head. “Good boy, but it’s not about what you want, is it?”

Through his eyes she could feel the connection, the longing, the erotic current. She felt like she was a big bad she-wolf that wanted to devour him whole. His eyelids blinked once in slow motion. “No, Mistress.”

She could remain this way forever, looking deep into his eyes, getting lost, feeling the compulsive desire to go inside him, to penetrate him, overwhelm him, consume him from the inside out so he would be hers and only hers and forever hers, her property, her “thing”, her worshipful object.

She undid the knot on his wrists, unraveled the rope and pointed to a spot beside her. “Hands and knees. Here.”

He scrambled forward on all fours, feeling the cool air of the apartment on his naked backside.

She jerked the leash and he let out a soft, little yelp. “Face forward.”

He turned, first the wrong way, getting the leash tangled in his arms, then the right way. He knelt, breathing heavily, leaning against her, enjoying the sensation of her silk stockings tickling the hair of his arms.

She looked down and whispered softly, “Didn’t I say hands and knees?”

‘You never have to yell or demand,’ her mentor had told her through an online chat. ‘You never have to nag or remind or feel like his mother. You can whisper the softest whisper and he will jump to obey you.’

He dropped to all fours and started to apologize, but she cut him off. “I’m sorry, Miss–“

“Hush. I don’t want to hear another word out of you until we’re done with your training.”

That struck him. Training? What was she training him to do?

He felt her warm hand on his ass. It traveled up his backside and rested on his neck. He let his head sag forward, closing his eyes, enjoying her touch, wincing at the pinch of his cock cage as his erection strained. He risked asking a question. “Mistress, may I ask something?”

She played with the hair on the back of his neck and slipped her fingers up along his scalp, tussling his hair, combing it idly. “Yes, Baby.”

“What training?”

She grinned. He was about to find out.

She had been given homework, books to study, techniques to hone. She was about to use them.

She gave him a gentle tug on his leash and softly commanded, “Heel.”

His head went light; he realized at once what kind of training he was about to suffer.

She held his leash tight, and he felt in his cock, the metal cage jerking him forward. He had no choice but to follow her, but he had trouble finding her pace right away. He was either too quick or too slow. Either way caused discomfort as the leash tightened and jerked his cock cage.

She stopped at the end of the room, pulled his leash tight, forcing him to crawl around her. She counted silently to ten, let him relax a bit, then tugged his leash again. “Heel.”

She walked him back toward the kitchen, feeling him trying to match her pace, drifting behind, getting ahead. She kept the leash just tight enough so that it grew tight when he failed to stay with her. She was doing well, though she felt a little silly, until her mind wandered, mused upon the fact that there was no veil covering this. Her intentions were well known now: she was conditioning him, pure and simple.

When she had first introduced him to the Divine Tantra theory, she hadn’t told him he was being conditioned. Perhaps he’d figured it out. He was certainly no dummy. He could spot a woman’s manipulations a mile away. Most men could. If he had known, he hadn’t said anything. Though she hadn’t said it directly, she had been offering him a choice: When you’re in control, you don’t want me. I’m an appendage, a possession, a toy that you’ve played with and lost interest in and it makes us both unhappy. Let me be in control now, and let’s see what happens.

It took four times going to the end of the room and back before he succeeded. The first time he matched her pace, feeling the leash loose the entire way, he hurried around her and waited aydın escort by her side, performing the perfect “heel”. He chuckled at his own success, unable to help himself, daring to whisper, “That was a good one.”

She had given him an order to be silent, and she knew she should enforce it, but she couldn’t help herself. She patted his head, let her hand dangle beside his cheek, enjoying how he moaned and brushed against it. When she rewarded him with a “good boy”, he practically fell over, trying to lean against her and get control of his shuddering. She giggled as he righted himself.

There was a reason he enjoyed her attention: it had been nearly six months since she’d allowed him an orgasm.

But conditioning meant repetition. “Let’s see if you can do it again.”

He did.

Lots of repetition. Suddenly his success was fleeting; his goal had changed. He had managed to pace her with just the occasional “off” step, but now he wanted to keep the leash from growing even the slightest bit taut. He judged it by whether or not he let it touch his shoulder. If it grew taut between his legs, made contact with his belly, he knew he’d failed. He wanted it to dangle freely, and every time he took too large a step and felt the leather graze his skin, he silently cursed himself.

The conditioning was working. He lost track of how many times they walked back and forth across her room, but he was no longer thinking about the leash, about her, about her pace; his body was doing all the work. He hurried around her and waited patiently for the next tug of his leash, then jumped forward, utterly conscious of the whisking sound of her black silky stockings, the creaking of her leather skirt, the quiet rustle of her blouse, overwhelmed by her beckoning perfume.

She began to refine and tweak his performance, and every time she did so, he had a moment of lightheaded euphoria. She gave his naked bottom a little swat when he was at “attention” and whispered the word, “up”. He found himself straightening his posture, arching his back to get his ass up. She gave him a little tap on his shoulder and he found himself pulling his shoulders back. She flicked him on the top of his head and he found himself rising to meet her demand.

Then, just when he was starting to reach his goal, she changed things up. She remembered the lessons from her homework well: ‘When your animal has begun to perform in the manner desired, introduce the next task, to keep its interest and focus.’

She gave his leash a little bounce and whispered, “Sit” with such a quiet and demanding tone, he hesitated. It took him a moment to register the surprise of how insistent her tone had become, how demanding and certain he would obey. She reached out, grabbed him by the collar and jerked his head down until he got the message, repeating her command, “Sit!”

He gulped as she positioned him. She pushed him back onto his knees so he was sitting on his heels, then gave his face a sharp stinging slap, repeating her command again, just as quiet as before. “Sit.” It was classical conditioning: positive and negative reinforcement.

She added it to the routine, commanding him to heel as she walked him to the other side of the room, having him follow her as she turned, then bouncing his leash with the “sit” command.

When he had the “sit” command nearly perfect, she added “beg”. He thought they’d been practicing for at least an hour, but he couldn’t be sure, because he never got within eyesight of a clock. Still, his knees were burning. His palms were raw from the carpet and his back and shoulders ached miserably. He kept thinking he’d complain; he’d tell her he needed a break, but for some reason he didn’t.

He thought back to the time she had him kneel in the corner as a punishment. She’d accidentally fallen asleep and he’d spent hours struggling silently, wondering if he should wake her up or simply join her in bed. He hadn’t. He had remained in the corner while his knees burned and ached and throbbed. It was somehow a matter of pride. It was something he was doing for her.

After awhile, he realized almost with a start that she’d stopped giving him verbal commands. He was responding entirely to the movement of his leash. It was crazy, but it was true. In a matter of an hour or so, she’d successfully conditioned him like a house pet.

They hadn’t spoken a word to each other, but he was feeling utterly at peace and in tune with her.

She sat on the couch and bounced his leash, watching with some amusement as he assumed the “sit” position.

She stared at him for a long while, before grinning and saying almost with a purr, “What do you think?”

He blinked, swallowed deeply and for a moment wondered if he could even speak anymore. “Not balıkesir escort that this isn’t really hot, you doing this to me, training me like a dog . . . but I was wondering if there was a reason, other than just turning me on?”

She uncrossed her legs and parted her knees. If he dropped his eyes, he would be able to see right up her skirt from his position. He kept his gaze on her face, resisting the temptation. He’d failed her once and had spent the week with a blistered bottom.

“There is a reason, and it was a good idea. I can tell by the look in your eyes.”

He nodded, blinked slowly, licked his dry lips. “May I ask the reason, Mistress?”

She reached out and ran her finger down the length of his nose, giving it a little tap when she was done. He dropped his eyes. “I’m told a man’s worst obstacle to serving his Mistress is his ego. Do you agree with that?”

He grinned, not having to think about. “Yes, that or his pride.”

She cupped his chin in her palm and giggled. “You don’t have much pride kneeling there naked in a dog collar with your willy all trussed up. Do you?”

He blushed and laughed. “My pride has been severely compromised.”

She leaned forward and took his face in her hands, gazing deep into his eyes. His eyelids wavered as he grew drunk on her perfume. “My friend from the DT site suggested obedience training to help you with your ego problem.”

He grinned, learning toward her, silently begging for a kiss. “Obedience training or dog training?”

She applied her wet lips to the tip of his nose and draped her arms loosely around his neck. “Well, you are wearing a collar.”

He chuckled. “I guess I’m lucky it’s not a shock collar.”

She grinned and leaned back. “That’s interesting that you would suggest that.”

His eyes widened; his jaw dropped. “I was–I was kidding.”

Ella giggled. “My friend at the DT site is teaching me all about you, you know? I can just hear what she would say to that. She’d say, ‘he will say he is kidding, but he is secretly wishing for it’.”

They had both spent time on the Divine Tantra website. He posted questions and updates on the forum while she entered the private chat room and got ideas.

He placed his hand on his collar and remembered the night he’d received it. She’d remarked that it would’ve been better had they done it in front of all their friends, but she knew they wouldn’t understand. She wasn’t sure she understood, but she liked strapping it around his neck. He blushed like a school girl and acted like a school boy with a crush on the teacher. Later, she caught him staring at it in a mirror, running his finger over it as if trying to convince himself it was real.

“Well?” she prodded and gave his leash a quick tug.

Almost without thinking, he moved to his hands and knees.

She giggled. “Ready to heel?”

He blinked vacantly. “No, I–I thought you were going to stand.”

She grinned. “That conditioning stuff works pretty well.”

He laughed. “It wasn’t that. I thought you were signaling me that we were going to practice some more.”

She smiled and moved to the edge of the couch. “Mm-hm, if you say so.”

Ella stood and with a deftness that defied male logic, unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Jim breathed heavily as she kicked the skirt away and moved toward him, running her fingers through his hair, playing with his ear, touching the thick collar around his neck. With a quiet tone, she began talking to him. “Maybe you’d like a shock collar.”

His stutter made her smile. “I don’t–I didn’t mean–“

She whispered and slowly pulled on his leash until it was nice and tight. “Then we could condition you to all sorts of things.”

He made the effort to get to his feet as the leash pulled his cock cage upward, but she pressed him down with one hand on top of his head. “You said before,” she continued as he began to whimper, “that you wanted to suffer for me. Do you remember?”

“Yes,” he panted, “when you left me kneeling in the corner.”

“You didn’t want me to apologize.”

He nodded. “Because it would’ve ruined it. I needed to do that for you.”

She pulled harder on the leash, hearing his breath catch in his throat. His winced and peered up into her eyes. “Do you still want to suffer for me?”

He gazed up at her, long and hard. “More than anything in the world, Mistress.”

She pulled on his leash until she was sure he was about to cry for mercy, then released him. Hurting him wasn’t a turn on. Seeing him in pain didn’t make her hot. Knowing that he was enduring it because he wanted to please her, because he loved her, because he didn’t want to disappoint her . . . that made her melt.

She released his leash and watched him sag, heard him sigh with relief. After a moment, she pulled him against her and cuddled, giggling as she listened to him inhaling the scent of her wet panties. He pressed his nose into them, threw his arms around her legs and nuzzled ever closer.

“I have concerns about all this,” she finally admitted.

He nodded without ever removing his nose from her soft panties. “Me, too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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