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The auditorium had filled up already for the most part and it took me a minute or so to spy a raised empty section behind the crowd. The floor of the auditorium was filled with rows of folding metal chairs, almost all taken already, but the area I headed to in the back had permanent theater seating — and more importantly, was pretty deserted. It was situated on a rise, and had a short wall in front of it, as if to provide me with barrier from the rest of the crowd. I choose a seat about a third of the way over from the end, adequate to see and hear the speakers, but removed for the few others who sat up there.

I opened my notebook to take notes, should anything important be said, and started going through the welcome packet I had been given at the front. It contained a CD (OASIS – no clue what that is), an application for a parking permit ($125! They must be crazy), a Go Bulls! bumper sticker (dull school colors), a fall semester class schedule list, and some advertising for credit cards, etc. In the back of my mind, the thoughts of last night’s dream had turned into a daydream, and it was progressing nicely…

We were laying in the bed, Him flat on the bed with me turned towards Him, my head on His chest as he rested. My leg was thrown across His thigh, my chest pressed to His side and I felt close. He hadn’t gone to sleep, but instead held me tightly, one arm wrapped about my back and resting on my ass. Occasionally, he would turn and kiss the top of my head or my forehead softly, making me feel cherished, loved, adored. I turned to look at Him and was pleased by the contented smile on His face. I let my finger slowly draw across His body, pulling through the soft sheen that was drying as we lay there. As it circled His nipple, I saw His cock flinch involuntarily, and it both amused me and tempted me onward. I leaned forward and took His nipple in my mouth, suck, nibbling lightly, licking it fiercely while keeping it trapped between my teeth. Below, His cock twitched with His heartbeat, growing minusculely with each twitch.

“Aye, wench, will you not let a poor man have any rest at all? Are you trying to send Me to an early grave by wearing Me out, lass?”

Then He took my head in His hand and pulled me to His lips, kissing me. In my daydream, my nasty inner-voice had control, as it would have were the situation real. It responded to His kiss as a hungry child begging for food… I thrust my hips forward, grinding myself onto His thigh, craving more as He continued the kiss. When it finally broke, my areola were puffed up fully and my nipples pressed into Him.

“But, please Sir, I didn’t get to feel Your cock in me. You teased and tormented me mercilessly — it was so wonderful! But it just left me craving move… craving more so badly, I could scream! I want you to take me and mark me as Yours…”

The words were having the desired affect, and His cock thickened and lifted, still throbbing. My hand went to it, to feel the warmth, as I continued to grind my still engorged clit against His muscular thigh.

In the auditorium, I slipped off my shoes as the first speaker took the podium. I tucked one leg under myself, so that I could sit with my pussy pressing against the arch, my clit against the ball of my heal. Oh, how often since I had serendipitously discovered I could do that had I permitted myself to cum that way in study hall, trying to keep quite in a small alcove in the library? The speaker talked of welcoming us to USF (Go Bulls…), and how she was sure the school could offer us plenty of opportunities. I opened the course schedule on my lap, intending to use it as more of a shield than any form of reading material. My eyes glanced down and I realized for the first time how big the school actually was — the catalog was 167 pages long, with each class listing consuming the equivalent of a single line! My head spun for a second. The speaker droned on, and I went back to Him…

“Oh, My dear little craven wench, were it not that you were irresistible, so that I might find calm.”

I batted my eyelashes at Him and He sighed. He had about as much chance of withstanding my advances as chocolate has of staying firm in a fire. He grabbed me by the hairs at the back of my head and pulled me to Him, kissing me more, progressively more insistence with each kiss. I shifted my position so that I was atop of Him, my chest pressed to His, my thighs stretched across Him, and the kiss continued, endlessly as the fingers of His free hand roamed my skin. I shivered and groaned into His mouth, my hips trying to grind my heat against the base of His shaft. I could feel it throbbing and growing yet more erect.

Clapping from the crowd raised me from my reverie for a moment, and a new speaker took the stage, a short black woman in a police uniform. She spoke for a very brief moment in time and then the house lights dimmed and a prerecorded infomercial for safety on campus and the role of the campus police düzce escort started. They immediately started with talk of date rape and sexual harassment being serious charges… My inner-voice chimed up: you can’t rape the willing. And sexual harassment is just flirting to a nice slut like me…

The kiss had devolved us into animals, grabbing at each other, grasping, clawing, grinding. Whatever else was in the world, it was totally blanked out by the intensity of our ever-increasing passions. He pulled me forward, so that my breasts hung before His mouth and slowly started drawing circles about the aerola. He was driving me crazy. “God, You tease, will You please suck it, Master? Bite it even! Something; you’re driving me – Your slut – mad with the torture of it.”

My hands held His head and I tried to press Him forward into my breast, trying to force it into His talented mouth. His hands found purchase on the underside of my breasts, forcing the sensitive point forwards towards Him — but not quite enough. I hadn’t considered He might stop to respond to me. The muscles in His neck thickened as He pushed backwards just enough to keep me away… It just made the torture worse. I lay my entire weight on His hands, trying to force myself down to His mouth.

“But, my dear, you wouldn’t have it any other way — this is why you stay with Me, isn’t it? Because I do torture you and make you crave, crave so badly…”

I gave in and shouted, “Yes, You cock-sure bastard, You make me feel loved and make crave like a bitch in heat! I am Your’s, all Your’s, do what you will with me, but please suck my…”

My voice turned into a gurgle of passion as His teeth lightly scraped across my aerola, trapping my nipple, holding it firmly, tugging, then His mouth closed and He sucked. The feelings of surrender raced through my body and through my mind. yes, He made me crave. And made me feel loved. God, is there really such a man out there, one who can exchange those feelings so quickly, taking me from one plateau to the other?

His hips canted upwards under me and I could feel the fullness of His head atop that long shaft, His gloriously beautiful head starting to part my inner lips. I needed Him in me — now! I pushed backwards and down, feeling Him slide into me partially, only to be stopped as my breast and aerola stretched, the nipple still trapped in His teeth. Surely I was going mad…

The lights came back on and the police officer resumed the stage. I bit my lower lip and ground myself down on my heal, wishing that I had something deep inside of me to fill my need. She spoke a bit more about where the main police station was and where the sub-station was, of where to get your bicycle engraved and how the campus police were a real police force, not a security patrol. She then yielded the stage to the head of the security patrols, a lanky young male who I guessed was in his early 20’s. I drank the last of my orange crush to wet my lips, which were feeling quite dry probably because all your moisture is leaking out of our cunt, slut.

The security man kept it fairly short. Where ever a blue flashing light was, there was a panic button and a telephone that would contact the police dispatcher — they were in each parking lot and the lobby of most buildings, among other places. My clit throbbed and my inner-voice told me that I was ready to cum if I wanted it, that my body was ready. Hell, I knew my body was ready — I knew it so damn well! But not right here, right now. I wanted to be in my daydream… I needed His cock deep in me!

He continued, saying the security patrols were the ones in golf carts (not be confused with the police, in marked cars and on bicycles), and they would be happy to offer you a ride to your car or to the edge of campus if you desired it as part of their services. The next speaker was an tall, thin, athletic male who came to pitch the school’s sports activities and to say that just because they had a football team doesn’t mean that they aren’t serious about their other sports like cross-country running and golf. I got up and headed out to the lobby to find the bathroom, leaving my notebook and welcome packet behind, but taking my purse and, absent-mindedly, the empty bottle with me.

The bathrooms were big, institutional, and fortunately quite empty. I walked to the back, to the handicapped stall (I prefer the bigger stall, the private sink), checked to insure it was clean and locked myself in. Quick glance around — private sink, but no trash can. What moron thought that up? I set the bottle and the purse on the edge of the sink, undid my shorts and let them fall about my ankles, then sat down on the toilet. I didn’t have to pee; I wanted the privacy, since this was going to be another mind-blowing orgasm.

That’s right, girl, it is going to be. I wonder what His cock is like… Gee, could you imagine if it were too edirne escort big to fit you, or too long to take all of it in? I shivered momentarily, then closed my eyes and went back to my daydream as I touched myself all over, imagining it was Him. I could hear the patter of the athlete on the stage, carried by the sound system into here.

I had His cock into me, and it was a tie between heaven and hell, partially impaled, feeling the ridge at the back of His cock’s head just slightly within me. I wanted to scream, but instead I moaned. In the bathroom, my fingers found my clit, still slightly raw from last night, and proceeded to touch it ever so softly.

I gasped. My mind flashed back to the dream where I was being thrust back and forth across His cock, wanting, panting, deliriously wanton but unfulfilled. Now, I was suddenly aware that it was happening again. He was in me in my daydream, but I felt the pangs of emptiness in reality, the craving.

Is my little slut’s drippy cunt still feeling empty? Then reach out and take the bottle, I want to feel something hard deep inside…

I had totally forgotten about the bottle. I reached out and took it, wiped it quickly with a bit of toilet paper. Taking it in hand, I rubbed the cool, long, thin neck against my opening, coating it with the juices that leaked so copiously from me. I pulled one foot through the leg opening of the shorts to permit myself to spread my legs further. That’s right, spread us open for that hard cock… I slid forward on the toilet seat to the edge and leaned back a little, spreading my thighs as far apart as I could — almost 180 degrees. My fingers spread my labia and I slowly let the bottle sink into me. My hand pushed and I felt the widening of the bottle at its’ shoulder; slowly I drew out and pushed again, bringing my other hand back to my nipple. The bottle was dragging across my clit with each stroke and I relaxed to try to take more of it.

His hands slipped down to my waist and his mouth released my nipple, then he slowly pushed downward with His hands, allowing me to slide down that incredible pole. I could feel the tissues inside opening up for Him, parting with His passage, and felt filled, incredibly filled, more so because I had craved this for so long. His cock feels wonderful, huge, thick, hard — and it goes so deep! Are you sure you can take it all, slut? Help Him, push down yourself, force it all into you!

I pushed the bottle harder, going a little further with each stroke, my vaginal sphincter opening a tad with each assault. It wasn’t a cock, but it was hard and thick and for now it would have to do.

He sat up on His elbows, His face finding my nipple again, and bit it. I pushed myself down onto Him, taking a little more of His length and girth with each stroke. I started to shake and He canted His hips back and forth, driving into me with short strokes, each one changing the angle at which His cock filled me. He lay back down and reached up, pulling me towards Him by my nipples. I came forward and His arms wrapped about me, pulling me ever onward, until my breasts dragged across His thick chest. I continued to move, stuffing that wondrous cock in me, whimpering, babbling incoherently. His mouth found my earlobe and started to lick and suck it; it was too much for me. His hands slid down to my ass and were guiding me in my strokes, using me as I needed to be used. Beg Him for it. You know you can’t cum without His permission. Ask His permission, because we’ll be in such trouble if we don’t…

“Oh, God, Master, may your little slut come all over that huge cock of Yours?” panting, moaning.

He pulled His lips from my earlobe momentarily. “Do you want to cum now, little one?”

“Yes, please, may I??? Urrgggg…”

Whispering, he replied, “soon, little one, very soon.”

“Now?!? I can’t (ummhhh) wait (aaahhhh) much (ooohhh!) longer… Plllleeeeaasseee?”

“Imagine that you entire body is nothing but a huge pussy; your earlobe is your clit, all swollen and soft in My mouth…”

He took absolute control, holding my skin tightly, impaling me repeatedly on His stave. His lips sought out my earlobe again, and sucked as if to give it a hickey. I was incoherent, full, beyond this place, my entire being focused on where He touched me, where our skin met, and I bit into His shoulder to try to control my overwhelming lust. In this position, my clit was dragging against His shaft with each thrust. My contractions started and I felt fear in displeasing Him by cumming too soon, without permission. I wanted to slow down, to hold it off since He hadn’t given His words of release, but His hands drove me onward.

Speaking while continuing to suck on my earlobe, He said “Do you like that, My sweet little cunt? Do you like how it feels when We are one, together, our flesh burning against each other?”

I moaned through clenched teeth, elazığ escort still biting His skin. My body was ignoring my attempts at trying to come away from the peak, the peak that was but a hair’s breath away and yet getting higher with each passing second, my muscles contracting across my body as my will fled and was replaced with more animal lust.

“I can feel your cunt pleading with My cock for release; the muscle contractions, the spasms. I can feel your engorged clit rubbing up and down My length, pleading, begging. Tell Me what you are, slut… “

I couldn’t think straight, but I knew I had to answer to be permitted release. One of His hands came away from my flesh for a second and then landed with a stinging sensation. “What are you?”

I pulled my mouth away from His shoulder (spank), and screamed “I am Yours, I am a slut (swat) – Your slut, a cunt (swat) – Your cunt, a slave (swat) – Your slave, a perverted little twat… (swat) (Aaaahhhhrrrr) Please, Sire?!?”

“Now, Karri, cum for Me, make that cunt feel what is to give itself to Me…”

The last part only registered in my brain slightly, because as soon as I heard the word ‘Now’ I started to cum. I screamed like a banshee and arched my back, then slammed myself down against His hard cock over and over, like a mad woman trying to pop a balloon. His teeth bit into my earlobe… My legs shook, my arms twitched, my stomach tightened, and the power of the wave ran over me, taking me, using me, ignoring whatever I wanted just to fulfill its’ own needs. His fingers found my nipple and pulled, twisted lightly, tugged, drawing out that orgasm even further, not letting it end yet. My body turned into a huge mass of quivering flesh, vibrating on that golden rod. Everything else was obliviated; I was just a cunt surrounding His flesh and nothing more existed in the universe except the feelings within my cunt and the thickness it surrounded. My legs gave out and I jerked spasmodically on His cock, each jerk pushing my clit against His skin and starting another reaction. I collapsed upon Him, and twitched, the images of it all burned into my eyelids. His arms wrapped about me, lovingly, holding me, and when I would think it was pretty much over, He would flex His hips again, pushing Himself into me deeply, and run a finger across the back of my neck and then kiss my face. I was sated; I was woman and there was no doubt that this is what I was meant for — to be His however he would have me.

Slowly, I came back to reality. The speaker was one I didn’t recognize. I pulled the bottle, and it didn’t want to come out at first, held in by suction. I pulled harder, twitching as its girth drew outwards against my clit. It finally released with a suction sound, and I squeezed my kegel muscles to force the air outward. When I did so, a great wave of fluid came out, undoubtably having been held in place by the bottle’s tight fit. I slowly stood, dizzy, weak, and smiled.

Finally, I reached for my purse and placed it on the floor, then sat backwards on the sink and washed away the juices that covered me. Using a ridiculous amount of toilet paper, I patted everything dry and then flushed the paper down the toilet.

Slowly, I dressed, trying to make myself moderately presentable, in spite of the fact that I was sweaty and looked drained. Retrieving my purse, I was at ends about what to do with the bottle — do I leave it here, do I take it with me and throw it away, or do I take it home and mount it in a frame, a trophy for Him at a later date to show Him how badly He made me need? Finally, I decided I would throw it away and at some later time — sometime in the next few days — I would find an adult store and buy a proper dildo that I could tuck in my purse.

I opened the stall door, and as I did, the black policewoman walked in, flushed, excited, posed for action. I looked at her, not comprehending. She spoke first…

“Are you OK? There were reports of screaming in here.”

“Uhhh… yes, I’m fine. I’m sorry.”

“Are you alone?”

“I think so.” I started to think about suitable excuses, although it wasn’t like me to use them for any reason — this was just too hard to explain.

She quickly moved stall to stall, checking to see if there was anyone else (there wasn’t), and then turned back towards me. “Do you want to explain yourself?”

A light bulb flashed on in my head. “No, not really, but I will anyway. The slide show in the auditorium was flashing at a particular rate, and I felt a seizure start to come on, so I came in here to take my medicine and lay down to help prevent injury.”

I hoped she hadn’t heard what was being screamed. The bottle picked that exact moment to drop from my weakened fingers and tinkered across the ground, fortunately not breaking. She eyed me closely, as if to examine me, and then noting my flushed and weakened state, accepted the excuse.

“You should have gotten somebody for help.”

“I’m here for the first time and didn’t know where to go. I didn’t see any of the blue flashing lights the security personnel spoke of here in the lobby and didn’t think I would have the time to leave the building to seek proper help.”

“OK. I think we should get you to the clinic so they can make sure you’re ok.”

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When he awoke the next day, Roxie had left, the stain on his sheets and a faint trace of her musk the only evidence she had been there. And, he noticed, when he pulled back the covers, several of her red hairs. The euphoria he had felt as they were making love came back to him. He was smiling in spite of his lack of sleep. Looking at the clock he saw he was going to cut it close. He rushed through his closet, pulling out a comfortable ensemble, picked a couple of extra-special pieces of underwear (Lyssa had included a special note to him when she sent them, suggesting he had inspired her design) and practically ran down the hall to the bathroom. It didn’t occur to him, until he walked in, that he had slept in the nude, again, only last night he seemed to have been okay. When he rounded the corner into the doorway of the bathroom, he saw the usual assortment of hall-mates getting ready.

“Hey! Chester! How are you today?” It was Corrine, sitting at her vanity, arranging her hair. He stared at her, seeing her breasts and comparing them to Roxie’s.

“Hi Chester. We missed you last night.” June smiled at him knowingly. He blushed, thinking about how he had spent the evening and worried she might get jealous. She turned to face him, opening her legs to show her shaved pudenda, her lips a deeper shade of pink than the surrounding skin.

He nodded to everyone, mumbling a good morning and quickly hopped in the shower to get ready. Roxie’s smell immediately hit his nose with the steam rising off his body. He grabbed the soap and scrubbed. He’d be so embarrassed if one of the other women smelled it on him.

“Oh, he was with me last night,” he overheard Roxie telling the others. He couldn’t make out much more, but his face was burning. “It was a big night for him.” He thought he heard giggling, but he couldn’t be certain. Why was she doing that? It was a special night!

Before he could react any further, the curtain was pulled back and Corrine, June and Roxie were standing outside looking at him.

“Is that true, Chester? Did you and Roxie roll in the hay last night?”

He stared at Corrine, nodding his head slightly, unable to answer.

“And it was your first?” June looked curious.

He nodded again, his hands trying to wash the soap off his peter.

“Awww, I would have wanted to be his first. Damn, Roxie!” June slapped her on the ass playfully.

“Well, I’m sure there’s always tonight, girls.” Roxie turned back to her station, looking over her shoulder with a wicked grin. “I’m absolutely sure Chester will be up for it.” She wagged her butt at them all and turned the corner.

“That’s fantastic, Chester. I’m so happy for you. Remember what I said the other night, though. Any time. Really.” June looked down at his groin and blew his penis a kiss before she turned to leave.

“So,” Corrine narrowed her eyes. “It seems I’m being left out of the night-time fun and games. There’s a few things I could show you…or perhaps there’s something you’d like to show me?”

He had no idea what she was talking about, but nodded and smiled. He didn’t want to be on anyone’s bad side. The feeling he had waking up, the image of Roxie’s face as she climaxed, he wanted all of that. The thought he might get it with June and Corrine started to make him hard.

“That’s more like it,” she said, smiling at his growing erection. “A little morning wood is all I ask for. Maybe tomorrow, eh?” And she walked away, leaving the curtain open. She stopped and turned around, grabbing something from his cubby. “I think you forgot to do this last night. It was quite a nice party — too bad you didn’t make it.”

He took the depilatory from her and closed the curtain.

He had a spring in his step all day, even when he ran into Millard and John in the café and panicked. Shit! I just fucked Roxie. Millard will kill me! He tried to ignore them for as long as he could, hoping they’d just go away. As he was packing his things to go, Millard waved at him. He nodded and worked his way to the exit. As he looked back he saw Millard pointing his hand at him, shaped like a gun. He shivered and quickly made his way home.

“You got mail, Chester!”

He greeted Corrine as he made his way upstairs. “Yes? A letter or a package?”

“Letter. It was delivered today from the men’s house. Looks like it must have arrived last Friday. I put it in your room.” She waved to him from the bottom of the stairs.

He didn’t think much of it. Likely from his father, or maybe one of his friends from school. It happened every once in a while, but as soon as he saw it on his bed, he froze. Yvette. He wanted to throw it out the window, burn it, open it and read it immediately, his emotions ran the full spectrum. He set his stuff down and looked at it from across the room.

A year ago, hell, a week ago, he would have been happy to see it. He enjoyed getting letters from Yvette, or so he thought. But with the memory of her tormenting him, of forcing him to be the way he was today, now raised feelings zonguldak escort of dread. What will she be asking me to do now? As he thought back to every letter he’d received from her, he remembered her small favors.

He let it sit on the bed, trying to focus on his latest assignment, but it was impossible. After 15 minutes of distraction he gave in. Holding it as if it were a poisonous insect, he sliced through the end and removed the letter.

Dear Chester,

I hope this note continues to find you well and that you are focusing on your studies! We both know how important it is to stay focused and keep your eye on the prize, don’t we.

For my part, I have been having a wonderful time on the Continent. We’ve been flying all over Europe from one fashion show to another as Lyssa peddles her line. It really is quite Baroque, actually . Kissing the right peoples’ asses, deferring here, bowing there. Stupid really, but she is terribly serious about the whole venture, so I humor her. And it seems to have made a difference! We’re coming to the States for a line.

And that’s my big news! We’ll be over there next week, preparing for our Stateside gigs. I am so looking forward to seeing you and hope you can break away from your studies long enough to spend a little time with your tired old sister.

He read further, taking in the details of her itinerary, and looked up at the calendar to confirm the date. She would be arriving this weekend! He set the note down and looked around the room, panic building in him. He didn’t know what would happen, but the last person he wanted to see on the entire planet was his step-sister.

The house was quiet. It was his first Wednesday, his afternoon off from classes and he usually spent it in his room getting his work done. Since he had gotten ahead of classes, he turned his attention to the end of term paper due, something he hadn’t spent nearly enough time on. Trying his best to put the rest of his life out of his mind, he began looking at possible topics.

“Pssst! Chester!” A harsh whisper from his door interrupted his concentration.

He looked over to see Catherine trying to get his attention, her head glancing over each shoulder furtively.

“Catherine? Come in!”

She looked again and quickly ducked into his room, closing the door behind her. He could see she was distressed, her face blotchy from crying, her eyes red-rimmed.

“Catherine! What’s going on?” He stood up, concerned. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, but he could tell she was about to start crying again.

“I saw you!” Her whisper practically a shout. “I saw you and Roxie!” It came out as a serpent’s hiss. “Last night! In your bed! How could you??? How could you!!!”

He tried to reach out to her, to hold her shoulders, to somehow offer her comfort but she backed away.

“No! Don’t touch me. You’ve ruined it! Millard will have your ass, just as he’s had you take mine! There’s no stopping him. And. I’ll. Have. To. Tell. Them.” She sat on the bed sobbing.

He froze trying to figure out what to do next. Watching her cry and remembering how wonderful he had felt earlier in the day, he fought off a growing depression. Couldn’t I just enjoy myself without feeling guilty?

“Catherine.” He tried to get her attention. “Catherine!” He walked over to her, took her shoulders and gave her a small shake. “Snap out of it! Snap out of it! It’s none of Millard’s business! Roxie broke off with him months ago!”

She looked up at him, not registering what he was saying for several heartbeats until the words made it through her distress. “What? What?!”

He could see the beginnings of anger emerging. “She told me yesterday. ‘He doesn’t own me…’ she said, and that’s true for you as well. You don’t owe Millard anything.” He stopped to think for a moment. “Speaking of which, why do you let him punish you that way? What does he have on you?”

She shook her head, a new round of tears beginning to flow.

“What?” He sat down on the bed, his arm around her shoulders, his hand stroking her hair.

“Pictures,” she sniffled. “He…took…pictures…” She tried to catch her breath. “of…me…” She lost it, crying again.

“Pictures of you…doing what?” Chester couldn’t imagine what Catherine had been doing that could have been worse than what he had been doing to her the other night.

“Like…the…other night,” she blurted out. “He knew…” She stopped to breathe, her lungs laboring between sobs.

“Hold on,” he said, squeezing her. “Just catch your breath and relax.” He kept stroking her, trying to calm her down.

After a minute, she turned to look at him, her face a portrait in misery. She tried again. “He knew…somehow, that I like it rough. That I’m saving my…virginity…for marriage. I don’t know how he found out. Maybe I told him. I got drunk one night at a party. Anyway…” she sucked in air, “he tied me up, with that asshole John, and the next day he showed me pictures. bursa escort He’s threatened to put them on the net if I don’t do as they say.” The last sentence cascaded out all at once.

A thought occurred to him just as there was a knock at the door.

“Shit,” he mumbled, looking at her panicked face. “It’s okay. There’s no crime in being in my room.

“Come in!”

“Chester, are you okay?” Roxie’s red hair peaked through the doorway, concern on her face.

Catherine turned away, embarrassed.

“Roxie,” he greeted her, wanting to get up and hug her but not wanting to let go of Catherine. He dropped his arms and stayed on the bed. “Come in. Please. And shut the door.”

She looked confused at the two of them sitting so close, closed the door and made her way to his chair. “What’s going on?” She was more concerned than jealous.

“It’s Millard,” he began. “He’s causing some…”

“…Don’t!” Catherine practically shouted. “You can’t! He’ll…”

“…trouble.” Chester looked between the two of them. “Catherine. It’s the only way out. You can’t keep going on like this. It’s almost criminal.”

Roxie looked even more concerned, confusion playing across her face. “What the fuck is going on with Millard?!”

Catherine buried her face in her hands, crumpling onto the bed.

“Your ex is…disturbed, Roxie.” Chester continued. “Apparently, he’s into blackmail, torture and all sorts of deviant behavior. But maybe you know that?” He looked at her, remembering her comments from the night before.

“He’s fucked up alright. It’s why I left him. But I didn’t know he was into giving as much as he needs to get. What’s he doing?”

Chester explained as best he could what he knew to give Roxie the idea, without providing graphic details of his involvement. Her anger grew with each revelation, but her compassion for Catherine grew even greater. She held up her hand to have him stop. She’d heard enough.

They sat silently: Catherine sobbing on the bed, Chester lightly stroking her, while Roxie stared out the window. He looked over at her, eyebrows raised.

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking,” she said, venom in her voice, “Millard needs psychological help. But that’s not for me to say, it’s for him to decide to get. Since he’s not going to do that, I think an intervention is in order. I’m just trying to figure out what that is.”

“It’s my fault,” Catherine sobbed into the bed. “It’s all my fault.”

The other two stared at her, incredulous. “What?” “No it isn’t!”

She just shook her head, sniffling into the covers.

“Catherine! What are you going on about? Millard is a sick bastard. You have no idea what he wanted me to do to him. Shall I tell you?” She stood up and knelt by her. “How badly are you hurt?”

Chester shifted, a little uncomfortable at his own complicity in Catherine’s situation. “I, uhhh, I may have contributed…somewhat… the current situation.”

She turned to look at him, her eyes narrowing. “What did Millard have you do?”

He wasn’t sure how to explain, when another knock at the door interrupted them.

“Who is it?”

“Chester? It’s June and Corrine. Are you okay? We thought we heard crying.”

He turned to look at the other two, wondering what he should say. Roxie nodded, suggesting he should let them in. “We’re…uhhh…okay. Come in!”

The room was getting a little crowded. June took the chair; Corrine sat kitty-corner on the bed to Catherine.

“What is going on?” she looked at Catherine and then at Roxie before turning her question to Chester.

“Millard,” Roxie answered before Chester could even gather his thoughts. Apparently that was enough for the other two.

“Asshole. What did he do this time?” Corrine looked down at Catherine sobbing. “Did he hurt you?”

“We were just coming to that. Catherine? Can you tell us what he did?” Roxie looked up at Chester, her face a question mark.

She just shook her head, her hands waving behind her.

“He…uh…the night I ran into them, they had tied her up and…they were…spanking her pretty hard.” He looked at June, preferring not to look Roxie in the eye.

“Shit. That fucking asshole.” Corrine reached down to stroke Catherine’s hair. “Did he do that to you more than once?”

Catherine didn’t answer, her sobs quieting down.

“I…uh, I think Catherine actually…uh…likes it?” Chester looked down at Roxie, not sure how much she should reveal.

“Of course she likes it. That’s not the point! Catherine? Did you consent to Millard treating you this way?” Roxie had stood up and began pacing in what little space there was.

Chester looked between the two of them, confused at Roxie’s attitude.

Catherine finally pushed herself up to a sitting position, her hair matted against her face. She looked around at them and nodded her head a little. “At first…you know I like it when boys spank me.” She cried again, malatya escort embarrassed and humiliated. “But…he goes too far…” She looked over at Chester, the hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth.

He didn’t understand what confidence she was trying to communicate. Was she suggesting Chester had been brought into the mess she had made and she was worried for him? He gave her a questioning look.

“What?” Roxie had picked up on it. “What does this have to do with you, Chester?”

He swallowed, realizing it was best to come clean. “I interrupted them, Millard, John and Catherine, the other night at the men’s house. I had gone back to pick up some homework, heard screams and they pulled me into their room. They…they forced the two of us to…” He couldn’t quite bear to explain the details.

“To what, Chester? They forced you to do what?” Corrine had gotten her hackles up, the thought that John and Millard were fucking around with her girls was beyond her tolerance.

“They…uhh, they forced me to have anal sex with Catherine.” He said it as calmly as he could, even as he began shivering at the confession. “She…seemed to…need…it?” He looked at her for confirmation.

She nodded, looking him in the eyes. “It’s okay, Chester. You didn’t do anything wrong. She turned to the others, “I…shit…what the fuck…I didn’t know what they’d do to him. I needed something! They had me trussed up for an hour, teasing me! Fuck Fuck Fuck!” She put her hands to her face and started to cry again.

Roxie stopped, looked at the two of them and continued to pace. Corrine had put her hands on Catherine’s shoulders to calm her. June just stared at Chester, thinking about what they had done the other night. She caught his eye and shook her head, confused.

“So,” Roxie said slowly, “everyone knows Catherine is into a little kink. The problem is, Millard isn’t just kinky, he’s an animal.” She paused, thinking. “I suppose you could try and bring charges, but Millard could claim it was consensual, and there’d be few people, aside from Chester, up until a minute ago, who wouldn’t have told the court the same thing under oath.” She clicked her tongue slowly, continuing to pace.

“But,” Roxie continued, “you want it to stop now, right?” She stopped, waiting for Catherine to respond.

“I…shit, I…yes! Of course I want it to stop…with Millard. He’s an asshole and…but…the pictures…and what he’s making Chester do…I never wanted that…”

They looked at Chester. “What else are they having you do, Chester?” Corrine asked softly.

He looked back at them, the feelings of guilt and humiliation rising as if Yvette herself were in the room. “I…I’m supposed to tell them what Roxie is up to…or they’ll hurt Catherine even more.” He paused. “She’s supposed to tell them as well. If our stories don’t match they’ll hurt her.”

It was Roxie’s turn to get angry. “Fucking Millard! Who the fuck does he think he is!” Her face began to match her hair. Chester thought she looked like a bright scarlet angry…fairy. He smiled briefly at the vision. “Catherine. Pictures. What about pictures? And…can you show me what he did to you?”

“What?” Chester interrupted. “Do you really think that’s necessary?”

“It’s okay, Chester.” Catherine looked up at Roxie. “It’s okay. Yeah. It’s okay.” She turned around, looking at Corrine before rolling onto her stomach on the bed, her legs falling off the edge. Reaching back she lifted her skirt above her waist and peeled down her underwear to the tops of her thighs. “He took pictures. He’s threatening to expose me on Tumblr…” She sobbed quietly.

June gasped at the bruising on Catherine’s cheeks. “Oh. My. God,” she whispered, her hands to her mouth.

Her cheeks were black and blue, with a spiderweb of broken blood vessels. Corrine put her hand down gently on Catherine’s skin, lightly tracing the bruises. “That’s got to hurt,” she said quietly.

“It’s not so bad right now. My rectum is a little sore,” she said ruefully. “Chester is…maybe too big.” She pulled her panties back up and dropped her skirt, rolling up to sitting.

“We can’t let this go on.” Corrine again, looking at Catherine and then Roxie. “This is completely unacceptable.”

“Yeah, but campus police won’t do anything about it…” Roxie was still pacing, thinking hard. “Besides, Chester might be implicated as an accomplice. And it won’t stop him from publishing…”

He moaned softly at the idea of being implicated in the situation. He was just doing what Catherine asked!

She turned to Catherine. “When do they expect you to report back?”

“Not ’til tomorrow. Mondays and Thursdays. Something about the house schedule.”

“Movie night and Bowling. Mandatory socials,” Chester clarified. “No one’s supposed to be there.”

“And what if you don’t make it?”

“I hate to think what they’d do to me.” Catherine hugged herself, Corrine’s hand massaged her back. “They’ve told me what would happen. I’ve never tested them. Not to mention the photographs.” She shivered and started to cry again.

Roxie scrunched her lips and turned back to pacing. “Catherine, you weren’t here. You didn’t see us, you didn’t talk to us, you aren’t going back there. You’re done with them. Millard is dangerous and John is a sadist. Done. Got it?”

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Maggie sat on the floor of her room. She paused to again run her hand over the new rug she’d acquired. So pleased at this gift. She received a simple chair early on in her stay but since receiving the rug she rarely sat in it.

Maggie had somewhat lost track of the days but she guessed it had been about two weeks since that amazing day. That day when Dr. Clark introduced her to a new world. That day when she’d watched Nurse Ferrell, thereafter known to her as Miss Diana, and Chen engaged in a bizarre dance of pain and pleasure. That day when she passed some unknown test and Dr. Clark had instructed those two skillful women to give her such a wonderful reward.

She had not yet been on the receiving end of any physical training. Rather, since that day her training consisted of more talks with Dr. Clark, chores, occasional specific tasks, and studying. Always the studying. Dr. Clark had given her numerous books. They ranged from self-help to basic anatomy and psychology to educational books with explicit pictures and descriptions of sexual activity. Then there was one particular book that was essentially an introduction to sado-masochism.

Each day Maggie was given very specific reading assignments. Sometimes she would be required to take a short test on the material. Other times she had to answer pre-printed questionnaires about what she’d read. The hardest for her though were when Dr. Clark required her to write essays about her readings and especially about her feelings. Maggie had become completely comfortable talking to Dr. Clark in person but for some reason, when she was alone with just her own thoughts she found it very difficult to sort through them. Not to mention get them down on paper.

So here she sat finishing up her reading for the night. She was taking notes on the pad Miss Diana had provided to her. Maggie found she was able to remember and understand things better when she both read and then wrote them down. Her eyes kept glancing to the cover of one of the explicit sex books. She’d tried to fool her own mind and pretend she’d accidentally positioned the book at the top of the stack sitting in front of her. But, in truth she’d done so deliberately.

One of the first things Miss Diana had told Maggie after that day of curious bliss, was that Dr. Clark had left very specific instructions that she was not to masturbate. Diana hadn’t explained why and Maggie was too embarrassed to ask the doctor. So for the past two or so weeks, Maggie had had no sexual relief. It was very difficult for her. She’d masturbated as long as she could remember and for a very long time Maggie had been pleasing herself practically every day. Especially at night when she used her orgasm to relieve tension and allow her to fall asleep.

As Maggie’s eyes roamed over the naked figures on the cover her mind began to stray. Then the lights went out and she once again found herself drenched in darkness. She gathered up her books on the floor and found the small table where she kept the others. She added these to the pile and by feel alone, straightened the stack. She moved to her bed, pulled back the blanket and sheet and crawled inside.

As usual, her room was very warm and Maggie pulled only the sheet atop her. She lay curled in a tight ball and stared into the dark room. Her mind lingered on her stay here at the center. It had been a month since she first came here. Her mother having brought her here because of her behavior. Maggie hadn’t craved drugs at all since coming here. Well, except for those occasions when she felt certain she would be willing dig out her front teeth with a soupspoon for just one puff of a cigarette. The drugs were far less threatening than her other actions.

Despite having a boyfriend, Maggie had begun to seek very unhealthy relationships. In fact, it was a pregnancy scare with a 40 year old married man that had forced Maggie’s mother to aggressively intervene. At nineteen, she was an adult and not legally subject to her mother’s control. So her mother had tricked her and brought her to the center.

As her mind wandered through her thoughts, Maggie felt the familiar tug in her lower belly. That silent yet obvious urging that subtly reminded her of what to do to clear her mind and bring about sleep. She tried to ignore the feeling but that became increasingly difficult. The combination of abstinence and the pages of sexual images and readings were taking their toll on her.

Soon Maggie’s mind’s eye was looking back on that day in The Garden. That deep red room with the shiny hardwood floors. She saw Chen stretched and in obvious pain. She could see Diana moving about the tiny woman, teasing her, testing her, tormenting her. She wondered what it felt like. Wondered on how Chen seemed to welcome the pain and somehow within it found pleasure. She wanted to feel that way. She knew it in the back of her mind and day by day those thoughts and feelings were edging closer to the front of her mind.

She was replaying the scene in her head. Her eyes erzurum escort had closed and her legs had begun to slip back and forth against one another. Her warm thighs pressed her panties tighter into her crotch. Her toenail slowly slipped down the back of her tender calf. Each time she unconsciously pressed it harder against the sensitive flesh.

Maggie stopped, opened her eyes, took a long deep breath, and tried to focus on something else. But within a few moments the snippets of sexual memory and fantasy again began to flash into her mind. Her hand cupped her T-shirt clad breast and she felt her nipple swell. Her legs moved faster and more forced. The tightly bunched panties had worked deep between her swelling lips and rubbed against her clit.

She knew she was now hopelessly lost to her own sexual urges. She knew too that she wasn’t supposed to touch herself and while that idea scared her it also excited her.

Maggie saw his handsome face, his strong back, his clenched ass as he came into Diana’s mouth. She felt his breath again on her ear and his strong hands on her neck and shoulders. Watched him as he strapped her to the chair…

She couldn’t stand it any longer. Her body ached for release. Her mind was a whirl of her sex-charged thoughts. She rolled onto her back, her legs bent sharply, her knees falling wide apart, dragging the sheet off her body. Her eyes briefly flashed open and peeked around the room. Reassured it was still dark and quiet and that she was alone. She felt devilishly naughty like she had years ago when she would sneak her private pleasures. No one would ever know and she’d just cheat this one time was her rationalization as she surrendered to her suppressed need.

Maggie’s hand left her breast and freed her hard nipple. She felt down over her stomach until her fingers found the elastic band of her panties. Her hips instinctively rose slightly in anticipation of her own touch. She snaked her hand inside her underwear and softly rubbed her bare pubic mound. While Maggie had been shaving her lips for sometime, she’d always left some hair at the top. But Diana had advised her that she was to always be completely shaven while in the center. She said it was a sign to Dr. Clark that she was completely open and exposed to him like a fresh canvas awaiting the skillful strokes of his brushes.

She loved the feeling of it. More she found she loved the sight of her completely bare pussy. It was slightly embarrassing to her yet at once naughty and fun. Her finger slipped lower and ran between her now puffy outer lips. She felt her heat and her increasing wetness. Her lips parted as she quietly eased her finger deep inside of her. She let her finger explore her inner warmth. Sliding it slowly in and out and then leaving it buried and using the tip of her finger to feel her inner pussy. She sought that spot that Chen’s supple skilled fingers had touched. That area that caused her to cum in a way she’d never known or would’ve believed possible. That region inside her that caused that incredible gush of cum to spray from her.

She didn’t want to cum that way now. It was too hard, too intense for what she needed now. But she did want to learn about this mysterious place in her body. With her legs spread so openly, the sheet pulled away from her, and her exploring hand lifting her panties, Maggie could smell her own sex. The scent always drove her harder.

She eased her slick wet finger from her folds and slowly stroked it over her swollen nub. Her mouth parted wider, behind the closed lids her eyes rolled slightly, and her hips ground. With her two middle fingers she dragged her juices up between her lips and over her clit until it too was wet. Her body demanded relief and she was more than willing to provide it.

Her fingers rubbed hard and fast at her reddened clit. That familiar touch only she could apply and in just the right way. Her thighs tightened and her toes curled. All her pent up sexual tension raced toward a quick and powerful orgasm. Her breaths came in short gasps as her ass rose from the bed. Her fingers worked harder and faster. The pleasure flooded out from her core and over her body.

As the first shots of her orgasm splintered out of her pussy and through her legs and belly, Maggie clamped her lower lip between her teeth. She was afraid she would cry out from the intensity. She began to cum in earnest, her hips rose and fell and rose again. And the harder she bit her lip, the harder and deeper she came. The pain somehow added to the sensations of pleasure.

Maggie shuddered as her orgasm subsided and a deep dull wave of pleasure rolled through her body. She moaned ever so quietly in content satisfaction. Pleased with herself to have finally released her tension. She again slipped onto her side, brought the sheet back across her body and smiled into the dark. Her body now relaxed and her mind now cleared, Maggie soon drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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Some eskişehir escort part of Maggie’s mind was aware the room was no longer dark.

“…et up Mag….”

She heard the words but couldn’t quite crawl out of her slumber to fully process them.

“Maggie! Time to get up.”

Maggie rolled up onto her elbow and squinted at the bright light. Blinking to gain focus, she found Miss Diana standing over her bed.

“It’s time to get up Maggie.”

Maggie nodded and rubbed her hand over her face, “Yes ma’am.”

“Now, Maggie. You have five minutes to get yourself into The Garden.” With that, Diana turned and left Maggie’s room.

Maggie’s eyes widened as the words sunk in and she watched the large nurse stroll to the door. Diana no longer wore the white nurses’ outfit she previously had. Ever since that special day, the former “Nurse Ferrell”, wore civilian attire. Most often blue jeans and a button down blouse. Maggie watched her full ass stretch the tight blue fabric as it disappeared out the door. Maggie found Diana a very attractive woman. She radiated a sense of sexuality that pulled Maggie into her.

The Garden… Maggie rolled the words through her mind as she quickly left her bed and began to straighten it. I’m going to The Garden again. What will it be this time? Will I again be watching? Will I be a part of it? Will he be there?” Maggie was nervous but excited.

There was no time for her normal morning shower so she quickly dragged a brush through her hair. At the same time she stripped off her white panties and white T-shirt, her standard nightclothes in the center. She hurried to the door and there, just outside it and on the floor was the neatly folded stack of clothes. Each morning they were there. A fresh pair of panties, gray T-shirt, gray sweatshirt, gray sweatpants, and white socks. Maggie dressed in a blur. She watched her fingers shake as she folded her sleepwear and headed for the door.

As she exited her room, Maggie stopped to set the folded dirty clothes in the spot where the clean ones had been left and then padded off to The Garden.

She made her way down the halls that led her to that large wooden door. She stopped and briefly recalled the amazing things she’d been exposed to on the other side of the door. Her anxiety slammed around in her belly like a swarm of butterflies. She had no idea what lay in store for her once she entered the room. Maggie took a deep breath and let it slowly out. Her hand reached up and slowly eased the heavy door open.

The first time she’d been here, when Dr. Clark had opened this door for her, the large rectangular room had been lit by dozens of candles. The golden glow had radiated off the deep red walls and glimmered in the shiny wooden floors. But she now saw only one candle burning. The little candle lit only a small circle around it before the weak light faded. The harsh light around her made it very difficult for her to peer into the darkness.

Maggie stepped inside and let the door close behind her. With the bright light shut out she blinked and tried to force her eyes to adjust. She could make out subtle shapes and shadows and realized they were the dark wrought iron candleholders scattered about the room. The small candle flickered with the subtle disturbance of the air. It was set on the floor just in front of the chair from where she had watched Diana and Chen and Dr. Clark. Where she’d sat strapped when Diana and Chen gave her that most wondrous reward.

Maggie cautiously moved toward the chair and the light. She bumped into a candleholder and jerked. Her hands flashed out and caught it. She sighed. Okay Maggie, now relax. Just relax. Go over to the candle and…

His words floated through her mind. She recalled Dr. Clark telling her that when she was summoned to The Garden she was to strip completely naked. He’d explained that everyone who entered The Garden had to fully expose themselves; physically, mentally, and emotionally. He’d said that only through time and understanding could one cover any part of themselves while in The Garden.

Maggie found herself standing between the chair and the candle and starring down into the light. She glanced back at the chair and up in the direction of the door that she could barely make out, then back to the candle.

She took a deep breath and pulled the heavy sweatshirt over her head. She folded it neatly and set it beside her foot. Then she did the same with her T-shirt. She reached behind her back and her fingers deftly unsnapped her white bra. Her youthful breasts hung firm and smooth, her nipples began to swell.

Maggie’s eyes had grown more accustomed to the dim light and she glanced up. The line of chromed-chains, the ends of which were above her head, sat silently in the neat row that spanned the width of the room. The heavy wood armoire, that conspicuous stately guardian, stood centered on the wall opposite her. It gaziantep escort was the keeper of the many tools and implements that Maggie had only briefly been exposed to.

She lifted her leg and reached to pull a sock from her foot. As she did, Maggie’s eyes ran down the line of steel rings bolted to the floor. One ring directly beneath each length of hanging chain. And like the chains, the row of rings ran from one wall across the room to the other wall. Her mind conjured the image of Chen’s ankles being bound to the rings, her wrists bound to the chains overhead.

As she peeled off the sock and raised her other leg, she gasped and nearly fell over. She recoiled in sudden fear. Instinctively her arms shot up and covered her exposed breasts. Her eyes widened as she worked to focus on him. There in the corner stood a man. Maggie saw that he was naked, his hands crossed and covering his genitals. She shuddered slightly when she realized he was wearing a mask. Or maybe it was a hood of some kind. His entire head surrounded in black. Only his eyes and lips exposed. The tightness of the hood caused his head to look perfectly round and smooth.

She quickly glanced into the other corner and discovered another man there. Standing in the same fashion and also hooded. She looked over each shoulder and found two more men. In each of the four corners a man stood naked, hiding his genitals and wearing a tight black hood. Maggie was frightened. They at first appeared very ominous to her. Here she was half-naked surrounded by four men in hoods. But as the shock slowly eased she thought on them with more clarity. They’re all naked. And they’re hiding their dicks. These men are more like me than rapists. They look like…slaves.

At that thought Maggie became angry. The bastards had just stood there silently and watched her undressing. She felt her feisty attitude snap forward. She wanted to yell at them. Wanted to scream at them to get the fuck out of there. But Maggie held her tongue and scowled at each of them.

She was now confronted with a new dilemma. She knew she had to be naked but that would mean flashing these strange men. Maggie rolled it over in her brain.

“Well, fuck it.” Her words just a whisper. Then just as she had the night she’d first arrived at the center and Diana demanded she strip, Maggie ripped off the remainder of her clothes. Silently cussing the men and mocking them in her mind to reinforce her courage. She hurried through folding the remainder of the clothes, arranged them in the properly stacked order that she slid next to the chair and then stood with her hands on her hips. She slowly gazed at each of the men. Despite their hoods, Maggie could plainly see they watched her closely.

Then with a “humph” and a flick of her hair Maggie put her back to the armoire to face the door. She knelt and placed her bare ass on her heels and rested her palms on the tops of her naked thighs. Assuming the same position she’d seen Chen in seemed the proper thing to do.

Slowly the fire eased from Maggie’s chest. She could feel their eyes on her. Roaming over her flesh. And so she, they, waited.

Eventually, Maggie heard the door opening and she glanced up. The light in the hall had been extinguished so the door remained cloaked in darkness. Maggie was unable to make out a shape in the doorway. Slowly a dim light began to fill the room and she looked up to the ceiling. She realized there were recessed lights she hadn’t before noticed.

She looked back to the entrance. There stood Miss Diana slowly turning the dimmer-switch until the room was bathed in a faint soft light. Maggie noticed that unlike the last time she’d seen Diana in this room, the large woman remained clad in her street clothes. Her blue jeans stretched tight over her ample hips. Her black button down blouse tucked into the waist of the jeans. Maggie noticed Diana was barefoot. As her eyes scrolled upward she also noticed Diana had opened the top few buttons of her blouse. Her massive milky white breasts partially exposed. The deep crevice of her cleavage beckoned to Maggie and all who gazed upon her.

Diana closed the door and then turned to face Maggie. She had one hand on her hip, the other held her riding crop. The crop Maggie had seen redden Chen’s ass at Diana’s hand. Maggie could see something hanging off the end of the crop but couldn’t make out exactly what the item was.

“Maggie, Maggie, Maggie…” Diana slowly shook her head. Her long wavy blonde hair shuffled. Her pretty eyes seemed slightly dark.

As Diana spoke she stepped to one of the men in the corner. “I knew it Maggie. I knew it the first night you came here.” She paused just to the side of the hooded silent figure and looked back at Maggie.

“Remember? I even told you that I knew you would test me. Well, you probably don’t remember since you were so busy trying to be a tough little bitch.” Diana looked at the man who continued to stare straight ahead and cup his genitals. She raised the crop and dragged the limp item that dangled at the end over the man’s hooded face.

Maggie hadn’t moved, only her eyes followed Diana’s movements. Her breathing had quickened from nervousness as she struggled to get a feel for Diana’s tone. Her voice was soft and almost contented. But Maggie had heard that voice before and knew well it could quickly turn very harsh.

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Authors Note: This is the revised third chapter of a previously submitted four chapter original series.

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The next morning I was suddenly awoken from my sleep by a hand forcibly grabbing me by my hair and by another grasping my right arm and strongly twisting it behind my back. Before I even knew what was happening, I was being dragged from the tiny room in which I had spent the night to find myself back in my Master’s bedroom. He then forcibly bent me over the side of his bed. Both my wrists were quickly secured behind my back using the leather wrist cuffs I still wore. Then Master spoke in an angry voice.

“When I tell to wait until I come for you I expect to find you on your knees waiting for me. Not still lying down asleep. You shall now be punished for this display of disobedience.”

It was then I felt the first hard slap of the crop on my right ass cheek, then followed quickly by another on my left and still another hard slap. Soon both my cheeks were reeling in pain from Master striping my ass. He easily landed ten to twelve heavy blows to each of my two ass cheeks. I knew from the pain that I felt it would not be able to easily sit without feeling some pain for several days.

When Master was finished with my punishment, my wrists were released. He then pulled me up to my feet by harshly pulling on my hair.

“Stand in the middle of the room. Do not speak,” Master said in the harshest voice I think I that have ever heard.

I stood as directed before Master again spoke to me.

“You have very much disappointed me this morning. Just last night I thought that you showed great promise. Yet you failed to be properly waiting for your Master this very morning as you were instructed to be just last night. For that reason you have been punished.”

Master continued to pace the room in front of me still holding the crop. Then he began speaking again.

“I will be going out this morning for several hours. When I return I expect to find you this time properly kneeling in the foyer awaiting my return. While I am gone feel free to remain within the house. You are free to use the bathroom if you have the need over there,” he said pointing to the door on the opposite side of the room. “If you are hungry help yourself to any food in the kitchen and fix anything that you find there. If you chose to leave you will find that all of your belongings are still in the closet below the stairs. The key to the lock around your neck is still on top of my desk. If I find that you are gone when I return I will not contact you again. If you decide to still be here I will expect that cunt of yours to be freshly clean shaven. From now on I will expect you to perform that task at a minimum of at least once every other day.”

With those words Master tossed the crop onto the bed and walked out of the room leaving me standing naked in the room. I stood there in the center of the room still reeling from the experience of the last few moments trying to decide exactly what I should next do. It took several more minutes of me just standing there before the realization of what had just happened began to sink in. I had been purposely set up for failure. The tiny room in which I slept had no windows to let in any morning light. There was only a single small mattress on the floor and a blanket. And without a clock or any other way of knowing the time I had no way of knowing it was even morning yet. And finally even if I had been given a way to tell time Master gave no specific time for which I was to expect him to come for me. It was then that another realization came to light. My new Master would not be making this easy for me. And his telling me that he was going to be gone again for several hours, but again not giving a specific time for his return meant that I was expected to be kneeling in the foyer for at least a couple of hours waiting patiently on my knees for his return. That would be an experience which I was not looking forward to.

I also realized that he was still testing my willingness. By telling me that all my belongings were still in the closet downstairs and I was free to leave if I made the decision to longer desire to be his submissive. I could just go and all this would be over. I knew I had some decisions to make. And with Master being gone for a while it gave me only a few hours in which to make them. But first there were some other things that needed my immediate attention to be taking care of. So I headed off towards the bathroom.

Looking at myself in the mirror I could see the results of last night’s handy work on my breasts. They were still very sore and swollen. The tops were red and slightly bruised. Turning to see my ass it had also turned to red and was quite sore. I started to search for some cream or ointment to rub onto my abused flesh and did not have to look very hard. There was a small bottle of analgesic ointment sitting right on top of the bathroom counter. I very liberally began rubbing it into my battered breasts and ass cheeks.

Once done fethiye escort in the bathroom I made my way down stairs to the kitchen. At first I was a somewhat self-conscious about walking around a strange home completely naked, but I soon overcame that feeling. If I decided to continue with this journey I knew this would be something I would probably be doing quite often in the future. As I passed by the closet under the stairs I paused for a moment to think about my decision. Should I just take my belongings and go or was I still very committed to see this entire weekend through. Opening the closet I stared at my belongs still hanging there, but I could not bring myself to reach out for them. I just continued to stare at them for a moment like I as looking at my former life. With my decision made I closed the closet door. I found the kitchen to be very well equipped with several high end appliances and stocked with just about every little handy gadget a person would want in a kitchen. Just off of the kitchen there was a small breakfast nook and a formal dining room just beyond that. I could easily see myself cooking some incredible meals for my Master here in the very near future. For now I just found some fruit, juice, and toast to satisfy my hunger for a while.

After eating I decided that it would be very wise for me to find out a little bit more information about my Master. Even though we had spent several weeks communicating via email before we actually met I had come to realized that I really knew very little about this man I was giving myself to. So I decided to spend at little time looking around his home. Now I had never considered myself to be a snoop in the past, but I felt it was important that I try and learn a little more about the person I was hoping to give most of the control of my life to. So back upstairs I went with feelings of self-consciousness about the fact I was walking about a strange house nearly completely naked accept for leather wrist and ankle cuffs and a chain still locked around my neck now completely gone.

I began by looking around the octagonal room I was first brought into the previous night. My first curiosity was why this room had such an unusual shape. Upon closer inspection of each of the walls that were placed where the corners of a regular room should have been I discovered that each was really a door concealed into the wall. So there were really four secret small rooms that where adjacent to this oddly shaped room. Not surprisingly I found all of the doors to these secret rooms locked.

Next I went back into the master bedroom next door. My first stop was a closer examination of the small room I had spent the night in total darkness within. The room was very small. No more than about five by seven feet. The walls were painted black. What I thought had been a mattress that I had slept on was in fact really a large dog bed. My first thought was of how humiliating it was to have been made to sleep on a dog bed. But then remembered I had told my Master he was free to humiliate me.

After exiting that small room that was most likely once a walk in closet for the bedroom I began to explore the rest of the bedroom. The first placed I checked was under the bed remembering my first encounter with the man who had become my Master. Unfortunately for me nothing of real interest was to be found under the bed, just a few seasonal clothing items in under bed storage containers. The drawers in the dresser also proved to only contain clothing and other personal items. The only piece of furniture that held any real mystery was a large steamer trunk place at the foot of the bed. Of course, it too was locked.

There were four other doors to rooms on the upper floor. I tried each one and not to any real surprise again I found them all to be locked. So I headed back downstairs to continue my search for answers about my new Master.

The ground floor consisted mainly of four rooms. There was a kitchen which I had already scene, a formal dining room, a living room, and my Master’s office. The kitchen and dining room didn’t interest me so a first started in the living room. There was lots of furniture and places to sit. There were two large sofas that faced each other with a long table in between them and several other chairs scattered around the room. One wall had a very large fireplace. But overall the room just did not look like it was used very often and actually looked almost vacant for its size.

The office was a much different story. It was paneled in dark wood but still had a warm and cozy feel to it with a large fireplace on one wall. Also in the corner opposite the desk there stood a large grandfather clock. Looking through the desk I found all of the drawers to be locked and the computer on top to be password protected. The only thing of interest was the key to the chain around my neck lying right where Maser had left it. The walls were lined with built in book shelves. I expected to find mostly legal texts of alanya escort some type or another which I did find on one wall. But on the other walls I also found that my Master had a love for the classics. There were many books from authors I had either read or heard about in my college literature classes. There were books by Nathanial Hawthorne, Henry David Thoreau, Herman Melville, and Washington Irving were mixed in amongst the shelves. On other shelves books to be found included Mark Twain’s Tom Sawyer, James Fenimore Cooper’s Last of the Mohicans. There were also just as many non fiction titles as well such as Charles Darwin Origin of Species, and Adam Smith Wealth of Nations. And many others that I had heard of and many that I had never heard of. There were all different kinds of books on a wide range of topics from world history to politics to economics to natural science.

Looking at the large clock in the corner I realized that my Master had been gone now for almost three hours. He said that he would return in several hours. I decided that I would end my search for answers and get ready for Master’s return. Back upstairs I went to use the bathroom while I could and give my cunt a fresh shave. Then I would go to the kitchen to get a little more something to eat and then begin my waiting for Master’s return.

I waited kneeling on the hard wood floor of the entry foyer for over an hour before the door opened signaling my Master’s return.

As he walked past he just said, “Follow me upstairs.”

Once upstairs Master began to change out of the clothes he was wearing while I knelt on the floor in his bedroom. When he finished he said, “Go to the kitchen and make me some lunch, nothing fancy just a sandwich and something to drink. Then bring it to me in the office.”

Back down stairs to the kitchen I went. Looking though the refrigerator I found some sliced turkey and cheese. After making a sandwich and grabbing a can of soda from the refrigerator I returned to the office.

While Master ate I again knelt on the floor awaiting his instructions. When finished he said, “There are a couple of matters that need to be taking care of before we begin this afternoons training session. First you have requested that you be given a safe word. For that I have chosen ‘auburn’ the color of your hair. You are free to use it any time that you want whatever is happening at the moment to stop immediately. In the event that you are gagged at the time you are to shake your head ‘no’ repeatedly. For the second matter in your declaration you consented that I could give you a name if I so choose. I have decided to name you Pet, from now on you will answer only to that name whenever the two of us are alone or whenever you are wearing your collar once it has been returned to you. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And with your new name comes additional new rule. From now on when speaking you will only refer to yourself in the third person. Most importantly you are not allowed to use the personal pronouns ‘I’ or ‘me’. Is that understood.”

“Yes, Master.”

Then after a brief pause, “Remain here for one hour than come upstairs to find me.” Then Master left the office for the stairs.

For the next hour I waited on my knees thinking over the name my Master had chosen for me. Why Pet of all names? I kind of liked it but it was also a little humiliating. Then again I said I wanted humiliation.

After my hour of waiting was finished I ascended the stairs not sure what awaited me. Upstairs the only door that was open was the one to the octagonal shaped room. At the door way I waited.

“Pet, enter and stand there,” pointing again to a spot between the two columns where I had been secured the night before.

Inside the room there were several pieces of furniture that were not there last night. I guess I now know what was in those secret rooms. One piece I recognized from my research was a St. Andrew’s X-Cross. Another looked like a padded saw horse. A third was a padded bar about eight inches in diameter and close to six feet long supported about three feet above the floor. The padded table from last night was also still there. Laid neatly out on top of it were several items.

The objects on the table included a riding crop, a small and large flogger, and a leather paddle. There was also a very long piece of cotton rope coiled up, two metal clips connected by a short length of small chain, and three small weights. The last object looked like an extra large fish hook with a metal ball on the tip instead of a barb.

First my wrists were secured to the top ropes on either of both the two columns.

Then he took the long length of rope putting the two ends together then ran his hands down the length until reaching where the lengths of the two halves made a loop. He passed the loop behind me on my right side then passed the two ends on my left then though the loop made by the two halves so that he rope went around manavgat escort my entire chest just below my breasts. Next he wrapped the two ends three times around my chest below my breasts. Then three more times with the ropes crossing between my breasts in a figure eight pattern as he continued around my chest. Finally he wrapped the rope around the top of my breasts three times. Then he looped the rope around the center of my chest between my breasts pulling all the ropes wrapping around my chest tightly causing my breasts to squeeze together. Then he released my left arm and pulled it to my back and secured it behind me with one end of the rope, then repeated the process with the right arm. I was secured in such a way that if I tried to lower my arms it would just increase the pressure of the rope on my breasts. The result made my breasts stand out even more from my chest.

Next he picked up the short chain with the clips and attached one clip to my right nipple and the other to my left. Then he took the three small weights and attached one weight to each clip and the third he clipped to the chain in the middle. The result of the weights pulled my breasts down and together.

“Kneel down, Pet,” Master said.

Carefully I tried to lower myself to my knees without the use of my arms. It took a little effort but I was able to manage. Soon after I reach my kneeling position I heard.

“Pet, now stand up.”

I struggled at first to get a leg under me but once again with a little effort I was able to stand. Then I heard, “Pet, kneel.”

Master continued with having me kneel and stand without the use of my arms several times. After about the fifth time I was getting very good at it and it started to become much easier.

After several more repetitions of kneeling and then standing without the use of my arms it became quite easy. Then while standing I felt something very cold and hard pressing against my butt hole. Soon I felt it slide inside and my ass close around it.

“This is called an ass hook, Pet,” Master said.

Then I felt my arms being pulled down and pressure pushing up in to my bowels. Master had attached a rope to my arms behind my back to the ass hook and pulled it tight. The effect made me have to stand perfectly straight.

“Kneel, Pet.”

Once again I carefully tried to lower myself to my knees made much more difficult now.

Then once down on my knees, “Pet, Stand up.”

Master again repeated this five times until I could kneel and stand with little effort.

“Now walk around the perimeter of the room.”

Walking with a large metal hook in your ass is no easy task. The way that I was bound up forced me to walk with my back straight and my head held high. Each step had to be made slow and deliberate.

After several trips around the perimeter Master said, “Come back and stand in the center again.”

“That was very good. You should always walk like that. With your head held high. It shows that you are confident in who you are.”

When I returned to the center of the room, “Kneel and look up at your Master,” said David.

“Who are you?” He asked.

“My name is Pet.”

“Pet, who do you want to belong to?” said Master David.

“I want to belong to you, Master David.”

“Are willing to give yourself to him freely?”

“Yes, Master David.”

“Then show me.”

Master opened his zipper and reached a hand in and removed his cock. Opening my mouth wide I took as much of his shaft into my mouth as I could. Closing my lips around the shaft I began sliding my mouth up and down the shaft faster and faster. With my arms still bound behind me all I could do was bob my head back and forth. Soon it became easiest to bend at the waist moving my whole upper body at the waist as my lips and tongue coated my Master’s cock. Soon Master was grasping the back of my head forcing his cock in and out of my mouth. He was fucking my mouth with his cock. In and out he plunged it until I was almost gagging on it before he finally began to come and filled my mouth with his semen. He then withdrew slowly from my mouth as I swallowed his load and then began licking and cleaning the shaft with my tongue. Making sure that not a drop was left to spare.

“Remain here. Do not leave this room. I will be back shortly,” Master said as he re-zipped his pants and left the room.

Master returned several minutes later.

“Pet, stand up.”

Once I was standing Master began removing my bindings. First the ass hook was removed then the weights and nipple clips. Then the wrist and ankle cuffs I had worn since last night came off. The rope wrapping around my breasts was removed last. All that was left was the chain around my neck.

“Pet, follow me,” Master said as he exited the room towards the master bedroom next door.

Once in the room I was told to stand in the center of the room. Lying on top of the steamer trunk at the end of the bed was a very peculiar looking object. It resembled a strap-on but for the phallus there was a butt plug slightly larger than the one I had inserted into me the previous night. What made it strange was that the plug was pointing in not out. Lying next to it on the bed were three additional plugs. Each one was slightly larger than the next. It only took me a second to realize what it was for.

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David turned to Stephanie. “For the remainder of this evening you are to obey each Master and Mistress completely and without reservation,” he told her. “I expect you to do everything that is demanded of you to your fullest ability. Only by doing so will you stand a chance of passing this test! Do you understand?)”

Stephanie nodded, maintaining her eyes dutifully lowered.

Now David turned and addressed Master G.

“Would you like to start off Stephanie’s testing this evening?” he asked.

“It would be my pleasure!” Master G replied.

He moved to the chest of drawers and removed a number of items, which he placed in his pockets before returning to stand on the dais.

“Position 2” he commanded and Stephanie dutifully sank to her knees, keeping her hands behind her head as she did so.

Master G looked down sternly at her. “You will demonstrate your oral abilities, sub. Begin!” he commanded, as he parted his robe.

Stephanie breathed a sigh of relief. At least the test was starting with something that she was confident that she excelled at. With determination she leant towards Master G, gently taking his flaccid cock in her hands. Slowly, with the lightness of a feather, she traced a line from the base of his balls up to the tip of his staff and back down again. Over and over she repeated her actions, maintaining that feather light touch and was rewarded as Master G’s cock first stirred and then gradually swelled.

Master G took a deep breath and firmly set his mind to resist her ministrations. David was right, this girl was exceptional when it came to oral!

On the next pass, Stephanie’s hands slipped lower and delicately cupped his balls. She used a nail and dragged it lightly across the surface of each before locating the vein that ran between them and tracing that too with her nail.

Above her, Master G had to suppress a quiver of desire that threatened to betray to the sub how successfully her technique was working. It would not do to let her become complacent at this early stage of the proceedings!

She ran her nail lightly over the length of his shaft, up and down, returning to caress his balls before once again repeating her actions.

Master G lifted his eyes to David’s and they shared an intense look that Stephanie missed, so intent was she on her task. In it they conveyed their agreement that this young woman was indeed something special and with the right guidance would reach the stars.

Master G was brought back to his immediate situation as Stephanie now replaced her finger nail with her tongue, tracing a delicate track up and down his shaft, circling his balls before once again repeating her actions. Again and again her tongue laved his shaft and balls, varying in its pressure, sometimes light as a feather, sometimes strong and demanding.

Master G could feel a faint tremor start in his thighs and groin and knew he was going to have to do something soon or the test would be over far too quickly. Just as those thoughts ran through his mind, he felt Stephanie’s tongue swirl around his glans, licking, flicking, teasing before dipping into its centre where pre-cum was already starting to glisten.

“Cease!” he commanded and Stephanie dutifully but somewhat reluctantly obeyed. She had been so intent on what she was doing that the rest of the room had faded out of existence. Her pussy was hot, wet and throbbing.

Master G beckoned to David and when he ascended the dais murmured something in his ear. David nodded his agreement and moved to where the drawers stood. He removed several items and a leather strap before returning to hand them over to Master G. Stephanie remained in Position 2, eyes dutifully downcast and therefore unable to see that while David had been at the drawers, Master G had withdrawn a cock ring and settled it deeply at the base of his now fully erect staff.

“Position 3!” he barked and Stephanie swiftly complied, placing her head on the floor whilst her hands reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks wide. Over the past several days she had been drilled unmercifully in each of the positions until they were now second nature and she no longer even thought about them, it was just instinct.

Master G reached between her legs, pleased to find her pussy dripping wet. He took the large vibrator that David had given him and slowly, carefully eased it into her passage. Stephanie had to suppress a moan as she felt herself being filled to capacity. Next Master G took a bottle of lubricant and started to liberally work it around and into the sub’s anal passage. When he was sure that she was well lubricated he took a butt plug and slowly eased it into her. (David had briefed him fully on her former inhibitions regarding anal penetration and was determined not to set back her training by carelessness).

Finally he commanded Stephanie to assume Position 1. She rose gracefully to her feet, hands behind her head. Master G took the leather strap and attached it to a concealed hook at the front of Stephanie’s corset, letting it drop down to hang in front of her legs. He then moved behind her and drew the strap between her legs before securing it maltepe escort to another concealed hook at the back of her corset. The result was that the vibrator and butt plug were pushed even further into place and the concealed clitoral vibrator was held right up against Stephanie’s clit.

Reaching into the pocket of his robe, he brought out the final items. A pair of gold, screw operated nipple clamps. He pinched and teased Stephanie’s already tingling nipples until they stood hard and erect. Swiftly he attached each clamp, using the screws to tighten them. When he was finished, each nipple was pinched in the centre into an almost hourglass shape. Stephanie bit back a moan as her nipples began to throb and pulse.

“Position 2,” Master G commanded and Stephanie sank gracefully back to her knees. “Resume!” was his next command.

Stephanie now realised what he had done and knew that with the cock ring in place there was going to be no way she could make him cum. However, she knew that she was there to demonstrate her skill and although she would love to make him cum – she had found over the last several days that making a man cum aroused her to the point of orgasm too – that was not the ultimate goal.

She bent all her concentration on Master G’s now solid cock. Her tongue laved up and down its shaft, licking, flicking, she even dragged her teeth lightly over the skin and was rewarded as a muscle in his inner thigh began to twitch. Now she brought her hands back into play. Cupping his balls, she sucked each one in turn into her mouth as far as it would go, her tongue caressing their surface. She moved one hand back and found the erogenous zone that she had discovered with David, just below his asshole. She located Master G’s and started to gently press and circle her finger around the sensitive spot. Above her, the Master could not hold back a groan! My god, this girl was good!

He had no option but to resort to distraction and turned on the vibrators and butt plug, low level at first, barely noticed by Stephanie, so intent was she on what she was doing. Gradually he increased the strength until it finally intruded on her consciousness. Her pussy’s insistent demands finally broke through her concentration, and she suddenly became aware of the intense pulsations of need starting to run through her body. She took a deep breath to try and regain control before bending dutifully back to her task.

Master G increased the intensity again until he could see tremors running along her body. In desperation, she now concentrated on the head of his shaft, her tongue swirling around it, licking, flicking before she opened her mouth and enveloped it in her hot, moist heat. Master G groaned as she stepped up her ministrations. Now she used one hand to encircle the base of his shaft while her mouth moved his cock in and out, each time going deeper, each time increasing the rhythm. Master G clenched his fists for control then reached out and grabbed her head, pulling her away from him with one hand while the other removed the cock ring.

Returning both hands to her head he gripped hard, tilting it backwards as he thrust his cock deeply into her. Again and again he thrust, each time going deeper and deeper, harder and faster. He hit the back of her throat and paused, slowly pushing his cock deeper until he felt her gag reflex give way and her throat opened fully to accommodate him. This was what he had been waiting for! Releasing all mental restraints, he fucked her hard and fast, each time his cock plunging deeply down into her throat until he could feel her gasping for breath. He eased up slightly, allowing her to catch her breath before plunging once more into her throat, his cock buried to its full length as he shot his hot seed deeply into her. He was, frankly, amazed at the sheer amount of semen he expelled but kept his cock inside her mouth until it was once more flaccid. Stephanie eagerly made sure she caught every scrap of seed, cleaning him thoroughly until he withdrew.

His limbs were trembling and he was breathing heavily. He had enough presence of mind to switch off the vibrators and remove the clamps, causing Stephanie to whimper in pain as feeling flooded back into her nipples but he knew he was going to have to sit down before he fell down. He somehow managed to make it back to his chair without betraying his condition to the others (or so he thought). Meanwhile up on the dais, Stephanie was also shaking with suppressed desire. She wanted so much to cum but as no command had come, she knew she could not do so.

David allowed her a few minutes to regain her composure as a low murmur of conversation began amongst his guests. Master G’s sub Celine could feel the tremors of his body through the hand that rested on her shoulder and was impressed. She knew how strict his self-control could be and if truth be told, she was slightly envious of the sub up there on display who had brought her Master to this state. Almost as if he could hear her thoughts, Master G put a finger under her chin and tilted her face up to his. He laid a light kiss on her lips and quietly murmured in her ear.

“She manavgat escort is not you, my sub. Never fear, there is only room in my heart and in my bed for you!”

His earnest gaze confirmed his words and she settled back beside him, content in his love and in her place by his side.

Meanwhile David stepped onto the dais and looked down at his sub, approval lighting his eyes, although he kept strict control over the rest of his face, maintaining a stern expression as behove his position.

“Position 3” he commanded.

Stephanie immediately complied. David released the leather strap and withdrew the butt plug and vibrator. As he bent over her he spoke in soft tones that only she could hear.

“Well done, little sub. You performed exactly the way I knew you could!”

Stephanie glowed at his soft praise and her confidence rose knowing she had his approval.

“Position 1” David ordered.

Dutifully, Stephanie rose to her feet. David removed the strap from its front clip, tucking it over his arm, the musky scent of her sex infusing the leather and carrying to his nostrils. With a warning glance to brace herself, he then removed the clamps. Stephanie closed her eyes and folded her lips together to prevent herself from crying out in pain as feeling surged back into her nipples.

David stepped off the dais and beckoned for Kristy to approach. When she was next to him he handed her the items he had removed from Stephanie and instructed her to take them to the annex to be cleaned and sterilized. Kristy left the room, her long legs carrying her swiftly but gracefully away.

David turned his attention back to Stephanie and read the minute indications of stress in her face. “You may kneel with your hands on your thighs,” he told her.

Gratefully, Stephanie sank once more to the floor, which was covered in soft carpet and placed her hands on her thighs, making sure that they were still spread wide. David left her there, illuminated by the spotlight as he circulated through the room making conversation with his guests while keeping a subtle eye on her recovery. When he was sure that she was ready, he called upon his next guest.

“Mistress C, would you like to conduct this sub’s next test?” he asked, already knowing the answer as the schedule for this evening had been carefully worked out to push Stephanie to her current limits but to ensure that she was not overwhelmed by what she had to undergo.

“Certainly, Master D,” she replied and with a look commanded her sub, Bobby, to rise and follow her to the dais, where he knelt deferentially at her feet.

David moved to the side of the room and with a quiet hum one of the tracks in the ceiling began to move. Slowly, a large, square frame moved up onto the dais and into the light. At Mistress C’s command, her sub quickly located the bolts set into the floor then guided the frame down before locking it into place. It was set at a diagonal to the seated guests.

Mistress C pressed a button on the side of the frame and sections opened to reveal eye bolts in each corner. She walked over to the drawers and took her time selecting what she wanted before returning to the stage.

“Position 1” she barked and Stephanie was swift to obey. Of all the Masters and Mistresses present, Mistress C was the one whose displeasure she most wanted to avoid. Stephanie knew how high her standards were and how strictly she demanded perfection! Mistress C now took a set of extremely thick cuffs and secured them around the girl’s wrists and ankles.

Mistress C beckoned to her own sub who now stepped back onto the dais. She handed over a set of sturdy looking chains and instructed him to attach them to the ring bolts in the frame. When he was finished, Mistress C took Stephanie firmly by the shoulders and moved her until she was standing in the exact centre of the frame. A glance at her sub had him moving to secure the chains to Stephanie’s ankle cuffs. Stephanie had made sure to spread her legs wide but under his Mistress’ gaze, the Bobby tightened the chains moving her legs wider still until her leg muscles were quivering with the strain.

Mistress C herself attached the chains to Stephanie’s wrist cuffs and then pushed another button in the frame. The chains slowly tightened until Stephanie was held in an X position, stretched and immobilised. If the heels of her boots had not been so high, she would have been on tiptoe. As it was, every guest could see the muscles in her limbs sharply delineated. The final touch was a soft, leather hood. Mistress C drew it over Stephanie’s head and secured it with a high, stiff posture collar which she locked around the sub’s throat. The hood had an open mouth and nostril holes but the eyes were completely covered. A slight bulge to either side of the hood indicated that it was specially padded to minimise any sound the wearer might hear.

Two more spotlights suddenly burst into life, one concentrating light on Stephanie’s front and the other on her back.

Mistress C walked over to the rack of punishment equipment and made her selection before once again going to şişli escort the drawers to withdraw something else. She walked back to the dais and showed the guests what she had chosen. In one hand she held a suede flogger, its long, thick strands dangling from a solid handle. With the flogger was a dark, gleaming bamboo cane. In her other hand she held a wand vibrator.

The guests nodded their appreciation of her choice although David was slightly concerned about the cane. Something in his expression caught Mistress C’s attention and she indicated she would like to speak to him. When he approached, she quietly informed him that the cane would only be used in the very last part of the scene and only for a maximum of 5 strokes. Finally David nodded his agreement and ushered her onto the stage.

Mistress C turned to face the guests.

“This sub will now be tested on her response to the combination of pain and pleasure,” she explained. “The purpose of this test is to expand and explore her limits within this discipline,” she continued.

Turning around, she gestured to her sub to take his place, kneeling in front of Stephanie with his face close to her pussy. She then placed the cane carefully to one side and started to limber up, swinging the flogger to and fro, warming the muscles in her arm. It made a thick, swishing sound as it moved through the air. Held immobile in the frame, Stephanie moved her head slightly from side to side, trying to anticipate what might be coming next.

When the first blow landed she was caught by surprise and flinched slightly, more from startlement than from pain as Mistress C was using a light hand. Her intention was to warm up the sub gradually, using the flogger to make her skin heat and glow before gradually increasing the intensity. She varied her rhythm, the direction of her strokes and where they landed on Stephanie’s body. The girl was kept on edge as with her hearing and sight taken away, there was no way she could anticipate what was coming next.

When Mistress C felt that Stephanie was ready, she started to land blows in earnest, the thongs of the flogger landing across the sub’s skin with a resounding thwack. Now Stephanie began to feel the pain beginning but her pussy was already throbbing from the tantalising effect of the previous warm up strokes. As the girl’s skin began to redden, Mistress C nodded to her sub for him to begin.

He had received his instructions earlier as his Mistress had brought him to a state of high arousal before locking him into the cock and ball cage. He had groaned as he longed to plunge his throbbing member into his Mistress’ pussy and was now denied that relief. He was a highly sexed man, made more so since entering into the submissive role and his pent up desire burned inside him. Mistress C had told him that his job was to make the new sub cum but only when ordered to do so by her. If he obeyed, she would give him the relief he had earned. However, if he made the sub cum too soon or too late then he would remain locked in the cage until the following day.

With her words ringing in his ears, Bobby set to work, determined to earn his deliverance from this exquisite torture imposed on him by his Mistress. Timing his efforts carefully so as not to interfere with what his Mistress was doing, he slipped a hand between the young sub’s legs and was slightly startled to see how wet she already was! Coating his fingers liberally with her juices he began to slide his hand back and forth between her lips, dipping a finger into her pussy at the end of each stroke. Above him Stephanie moaned faintly as her body’s heat began to rise. With his other hand he found her clitoral hood and peeled it back to give him access to her already swollen nub. This time Stephanie groaned as he rubbed and pinched her clit between the fingers of one hand whilst his other continued to stroke and penetrate her pussy.

She drew in her breath with a hiss as Mistress C increased the strength of her strokes yet again. Now Stephanie’s skin was burning and throbbing under the kiss of the flogger and her body started to tremble as it began its slow rise towards climax.

Obedient to the silent command from his Mistress, Bobby now reached down beside him and brought the wand into play. With one hand he played with Stephanie’s clit while with the other he turned the wand on to its lowest setting and started to sweep it back and forth between her pussy lips. Stephanie now started to shake as her body’s reactions threatened to overwhelm her mental control.

By now Mistress C had reached the level of intensity that she felt had pushed Stephanie to her current limit. She nodded to her sub, who switched the wand to its highest setting and ground it into Stephanie’s clit. The young sub wailed at the intense assault from both the flogger and the wand. Watching his Mistress intently, Bobby eased up the pressure of the wand, allowing Stephanie to catch her breath. Mistress C lightened her strokes for a few seconds, allowing the sensations swamping Stephanie to abate slightly, then once again stepped up the intensity and gestured to her own sub to resume his actions with the wand. Again and again Mistress and sub took Stephanie to the edge, only to back away at the last moment. She was in exquisite agony. Her skin was burning from the attentions of the flogger and her whole body was consumed with white hot heat from the combination of intense pain and intense pleasure. Her muscles twitched uncontrollably and her breath was coming in ragged gasps.

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I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I stood there, looking at the cell phone. Naked. Scared. And aroused.

A stranger was going to knock on this motel door any moment now. A stranger, and I was going to let him have my mouth, my pussy, my ass. No condoms. Nothing. I will do whatever he asks. I will do it because that is what Daniel wants. And, it was turning out, that whatever Daniel wants was what I wanted too.

I was giving—no, I had given myself to Daniel and I felt more alive than ever. No more dreary job, boring friends, boring life. I was doing something. Really doing something. I felt the gritty carpet on my bare feet. I felt a bit of a chill. I went to the bathroom to quickly clean myself up.

There was a quiet knock on the door. I walked over, naked. I put my hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and opened it.

The man stared at me for a moment, and then he stepped inside. I closed the door behind him and before I could turn around his hand was on my ass. He gave me a good squeeze.

“That’s nice honey. I like a woman who looks like a real woman.” He gave me another squeeze. “Your boss, he ah, he told you what I want.”

I turned around and looked him in the eye. “Yes sir, he did.”

“Good, your boss told me you were very obedient.”

“Yes sir.”

“Good.”

Once again, it was easier once I got started. He looked me up and down, slowly. I sank down to my knees in front of him. I was looking straight karabük escort ahead at the bulge in his pants.

“Go ahead honey.”

I reached forward and rubbed his cock through his pants. I could feel it hardening. It wasn’t all the way there yet. I undid his belt and opened his pants. I rubbed him through his briefs. He was getting much harder now. I started to pull down his pants, but the man stopped me.

“Just a sec, hon. Let me make this easier.” And he walked over and sat down on the bed. He took of his shoes and socks. Soon he was naked. He was in his forties. He had a bit of a gut and he was a little soft all over. It was a funny contrast to his penis poking up from his lap. He lay back on the bed, but he kept his feet on the ground. “Come here honey, kneel between my legs and lick my balls.”

I walked over, knelt between his legs, and started to lick his soft, fuzzy little balls. It tickled. This was kind of fun.

“Take them in your mouth.”

I did. He liked that.

“Now I want you to rub me with those titties of yours. Rub my cock with them.”

I rised up, put my hands on the bed and slowly ran my tits along his cock. I could see a little trail of precum on my left breast. He reached down and grabbed my tits. He started to squeeze harder.

“These are nice.” He kept squeezing. This was hurting. “Does that hurt hon? I hope it hurts a little. You’re real nice, osmaniye escort but I like ‘em to be a little scared of me.”

With that he let go of my breasts, grabbed the back of my head and jammed me down on his cock. It plunged into my mouth. I choked a little. Then I caught my breath. He kept pumping my head up and down. Then he threw my face off of him and he grabbed my thigh. “Let’s see what you got babe.” He pulled my leg over his face and now I was straddling him with my hands on the bed beside his knees. He plunged his face up into my pussy. I could feel his whiskers scratching my thighs. He licked frantically. A couple of times his chin would bump up into my clit, and that felt good, but mostly I felt a bit silly squatting there. I kept thinking of the previous guy’s come. I hope I washed well enough.

Then he started licking my ass. That felt good and I leaned back into him. He stuck his tongue right in. I liked it. He grabbed my hips and started pumping me in and out. I reached down and grabbed his cock, but he immediately pulled my hand away. He kept pumping me on his face.

Next he put both hands on my ass and slid me down so that I was straddling his cock. He slipped easily inside me. I started pumping up and down. One of his thumbs pushed at my anus, and then popped inside as I rode him. It felt good. I felt hot.

Then he slipped his other thumb inside my ass. That was a tighter marmaris escort fit, but I still liked it. I kept riding him. He began to really pull my ass apart with his thumbs. I grunted and slowed down.

“Keep it up babe. Your ass is mine. Isn’t it?” He pulled a little harder.

I grunted. “Yes sir.” I kept fucking him.

After a bit of this he pushed me forward. I fell right of the edge of the bed. He stood up over me. “Don’t move bitch. Here I come.” My ass was sticking up, my face was pressed on the ground.

He grabbed my hips and pushed his cock against my ass. My anus tightened, resisting him. He couldn’t get inside. He pulled back and slammed into my pussy once, twice, three times. His next stroke hit my anus hard. He blasted in. I screamed. I couldn’t breath. I felt like I was bleeding. There were tears in my eyes. I could feel his pelvis hitting my butt, but my anus was white pain. I didn’t know what was happening. I moaned into the carpet, I was drooling and crying. He didn’t stop.

“Scared bitch?” He seemed on top of the world.

He kept pumping. The pain receded and I could now feel him moving inside me. I felt like I was ripped up and bleeding. But he was now moving freely, the pain didn’t get worse.

He stopped. He pulled out. I kept my head down.

“Okay bitch. Come here and take it. Come here!” He was going to cum any moment.

I raised my head and looked around. I couldn’t believe that there wasn’t any blood on his penis. I leaned forward and licked the head.

He grabbed my head and thrust in all the away. I could feel his cum. I was choking. He kept pumping and pumping.

Then he stopped. He pulled his soft penis out of my mouth and dragged it all over my face.

“Lick it clean for me hon.”

I did.

He got dressed and left.

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* This is part of a series. It is strongly recommended that you read the stories in sequence to ensure continuity *

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“Mmmpphharrrghhh!!” Steph screamed around Dave’s cock as Brenda fucked into her ass. Just minutes earlier, Brenda had been lapping at her shaved pussy, driving her to the heights of orgasmic pleasure. She was on all fours on Dave and Brenda’s bed, her head buried in Dave’s crotch, sucking hard on his cock. Brenda was kneeling behind her and had spread her ass cheeks wide as she lapped hungrily at her pussy. Then suddenly she has stopped licking. Just as suddenly as the licking had stopped, a hard strap-on had invaded Steph’s ass hole.

“Yeah, take it bitch!” Brenda shouted as she pinched hard on Stephanie’s buttocks. Steph felt like her ass was on fire. She could feel the hard rubber strap-on splitting her ass and burying deep inside her rectum. She concentrated on sucking Dave’s hard cock as Brenda worked the artificial cock deeper and faster into her. Dave pulled hard on her nipples causing a surge of lust to her already inflamed pussy.

“Enough sucking slut!” Dave commanded as her pushed her head away. He looked into her face as he moved out from under her and saw her eyes maddened with lust. “Unhh, Unnhh..oh yes, fuck my ass, oh yessss” Steph cried out, her mouth now free of cock. Dave slid out of bed and watched as his wife pounded Steph’s ass. The sight made his cock twitch fiercely and he moved behind his wife.

“Get on the bed.” He said to Brenda as he tapped her ass. Brenda pushed Stephanie forward and wiggled herself on to the bed, keeping the strap-on firmly embedded in Steph’s ass. Brenda now knelt on the bed and lay her upper body over Steph’s back. She circled her hands around and grabbed Steph’s tits. She spread her legs wider and using her hips, started thrusting into Steph’s ass again.

Dave positioned himself behind Brenda and stared at her gaping, dripping pussy. He positioned the crown of his cock against her inviting hole and in one strong thrust, slammed into her.

“Ooohhhh!” Brenda moaned as Dave’s hard, thick and long shaft penetrated her. She was sandwiched between Dave’s cock and her own strap-on lodged in Steph’s ass. She couldn’t move quite so much now and just held on tight to Steph’s breasts as Dave continued ramming his cock into her.

Steph could feel each of Dave’s thrust into Brenda through the strap-on. She began to thrust back at Brenda, timing her backward motions with Dave’s lunging thrusts. The base of the strap-on began to stimulate Brenda’s clit and she moaned loudly.

“Mmmphhhh….oh yessss”

Steph could feel a big orgasm building inside her and she gripped the sheets as she bucked harder against the strap-on. “Fuck me, harder, harder…oh shit….ohhhh fuck, fuck!” Steph moaned. “Yes, Yes, harder lover, fill my pussy. Harder. Harder!” Brenda joined in. Brenda was pulling up and down on Steph’s nipples as if trying to milk them. The two girls were screaming out obscenities as the heavy slap, slap, slap sound of dicks ramming into their pussy and asshole sounded in the room.

“Oh more! Gonna cum..don’t stop. Harder. Harder. Fuck me. Fuck me you bastard” Brenda screamed “Unnh…yess…Oh yess…fuck my ass…ohhhh” “That’s it, that’s it ….don’t stop ….oh yeeesss ….oh yeah….oh .. ahhh. .ahhh …yeeearrghhh”! “Take it! Take it all. Feel my cum!” Dave yelled out as his cock swelled and then spat into Brenda’s steaming pussy. “Arrrgghhh…mmmppphhh!” Stephanie screamed as she buried her head into the sheets. Her pussy started to convulse as her asshole clenched and unclenched on the rubber cock deep in her pussy.

Dave withdrew from Brenda’s pussy with a thin smile. Steph’s ass was still moving slowly back and forth on the strap-on, as if trying to milk it. Dave pushed her off the strap-on and Steph gave a loud moan as the rubber dick released itself from her ass with a loud popping sound.

“Turn around and lie on you back!” Dave commanded as he pulled Stephanie’s hair. She turned and rolled over to lie on her back, her face now under Brenda’s ass.

“Let her clean you out baby.” Dave laughed. Brenda lowered her hips and positioned her pussy over Steph’s mouth. She started to squeeze her pussy muscles and globs of Dave’s cum fell out of her into Steph’s waiting mouth. Dave undid the strap-on as Brenda planted her pussy firmly over Stephs mouth. Steph stuck out her tongue and licked Brenda, going in as deep as she could to swirl all of Dave’s cum out.

“Ohhh umm.. that feels so good.” Brenda moaned as Steph’s tongue teased her clitoris and moved in and out of her used pussy.

Dave admired the strap-on. It was so very thick and long. Even longer than his huge cock. He moved over to Stephanie’s legs and roughly pulled them apart. As Steph continued licking his wife, he pushed the rubber cock into Steph’s wet pussy and started to fuck her with it.

“Murghhmmp!” Steph moaned into Brenda’s pussy as she felt the huge cock separate her pussy lips. She started licking harder as the cock fucked tuzla escort in and out of her. Dave was not gentle and with his hand, moved the rubber cock furiously in and out of her. His hand moved like a blur as he worked the cock in her soaking pussy. Brenda began to moan and move her hips hard against Stephs mouth.

“Gonna cum…yeah…yeah….yesssss!!” Brenda screamed as her body went rigid and her thighs clasped against Steph’s face. Steph felt a warm trickle of pussy juice seep into her mouth and she continued licking as her own orgasm swept over her. Her back arched and her thighs quivered as Dave continued pounding the rubber cock into her. Her hand flew to her pussy to try and stop Dave’s hands and it was only when he saw her cum that he stopped.

“Mmmm. I love seeing my wife and slut cum so hard!” Dave laughed as Brenda rolled off Steph and lay looking at her. Steph’s thighs were still twitching as she reached to stroke Brenda’s face.

Brenda looked over at the clock. It showed 6pm. She sighed as she propped herself on her elbow and looked at Dave. “Better get ready love. We’re taking the slut out for dinner.” She said as she smiled softly.

“Let me have a quick shower, then you can take your time getting ready” Dave said as he pranced into the bathroom. He had a quick shower and then changed into a grey linen shirt and dark blue pants. He ran his hands over his face and although there was some stubble, it wasn’t too noticeable. He splashed on some cologne and then smiled at the two women, still lying sexily on the bed. “All yours!” He said as he motioned to the bathroom. He walked out of the room and settled down to watch some football on the tv.

Brenda showered quickly and then cocked her head at Steph to indicate she could now shower. Brenda dressed herself in a pair of white panties and flared black skirt. She didn’t wear a bra but used a black, lycra tube top over her breasts. A thin black organza shirt was thrown over to complete the look. She see through material of her shirt gave her a sophisticated and sexy look. Her magnificent breasts jutted out proudly and the tube top was low enough to show ample cleavage. If you looked hard enough, you could just make out the shape of her nipples pressing against the lycra tube top.

Steph came out of the bathroom just as Brenda had finished dressing. As usual, Brenda’s breasts made her tiny breasts seem so insignificant. Now after having had sex with Brenda so many times, the sight of her ample breasts caused a lump of desire to settle in her throat. Steph pulled out her clothes from her bag and put on a pair of lacy brown panties with a matching bra. She then put on a short one piece grey dress with a zip down the side. The dress was fairly tight and hugged her figure, showing off her shapely hips but at the same time, emphasising the smallness of her breasts. She wished her bra was padded to fill out her bosom but at the same time, the lacy material made her feel very sexy.

Brenda picked up a rather large handbag and then motioned Steph to the door. “Lets go. Its getting late” she said. The two women walked out to where Dave was relaxing watching TV. The sound of their footsteps caused him to turn. “Woo Hoo” he whistled in appreciation. “You ladies look great” Dave patted Brenda’s bum appreciatively as they got into the car. They drove out of town and a while later, pulled into the car park of what looked like an expensive restaurant.

As they walked in, the doorman greeted Dave and Brenda with a warm welcome. It appeared to Steph that Brenda and Dave were well known at this establishment. The doorman ushered them through two large wooden doors and Steph could see a large dining hall with huge chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. As they entered the large hall, the doorman pressed a button on the wall and a side door slid opened. Steph had walked ahead into the main dining hall when Dave reached for her, pulling her back.

“This way slut” He said, loud enough for the doorman to hear. Steph blushed in embarrassment as the doorman hardly disguised his smile. She noticed a gold plated sign on the wall which said “PRIVATE. MEMBERS ONLY.” The four of them descended a dimly lit staircase that opened up into another hall. The walls were covered with thick purple velvet and the room was lit with downlights in the ceiling. There were tables set in small, low cubicles throughout the room. In the front was a large stage and on both sides of the room were long tables that housed a bar behind them.

They were led to a table and Dave sat on one side while Brenda and Steph sat facing him. Steph looked around and noticed that the room wasn’t very crowded. There were perhaps another four or five couples seated at various spots around the room.

“Its still early,” Brenda said, as if reading Steph’s mind. “The place fills up after 10.” “Oh. Are we staying that long?” Steph asked, somewhat intrigued by the whole place. “We’ll see slut!” Dave replied. “We will see.” Dave raised his hand pendik escort and a waiter appeared, as if by magic. “We’ll start with drinks. My lovely wife will have a glass of red while I’ll have a beer.” Dave said. He looked at Stephanie briefly and then smiled. “and get her a Vokda Cream. Make it a double!”

The waiter smiled broadly at this and clicked his heals. “Right away sir. Thank you.”

A gorgeous waitress came over carrying a tray. Stephanie’s mouth opened wide at how short the girls skirt was. It barely covered her ass and as she walked, you could catch a glimpse of her bright red panties. She looked around and noticed that all the waitresses had skimpy skirts on! The waitress curtsied before placing the red wine and beer on the table. She then placed a small bottle of Stolichnaya vodka on the table. “The cream will be here shortly.” The waitress smirked as she gave Brenda and Steph a wink.

A large screen on the stage suddenly flickered to life and Steph watched dumbfounded as she saw another waitress kneeling before two other waiters. One of the waiters was the one that had taken their order. The waitress unzipped the waiters’ trousers and pulled out their cocks. She stroked both the cocks as she opened the buttons on her blouse, exposing her full ripe breasts. She started pulling on both cocks as she looked up at the men. It was certainly a most erotic sight. She then focused on one of the waiters, licking at his balls and then all along the shaft before swallowing his knob. She jerked on the other cock as she sucked on the first one. She then changed her attention to the other cock, licking and sucking on the balls. A low moan emanated from the screen as the sounds of slurping and jerking filled the room.

The waitress continued sucking, slurping and jerking on the cocks. It wasn’t long before one of the cocks started to erupt and just as it did, she grabbed a deep, wide brimmed martini glass and placed the cock head over it. Blast after blast of hot cum spilled into the glass and the waitress milked the cock dry as she licked the owners balls. The second cock started to spurt with her jerking hand and she quickly collected the spunk in the glass too. The picture on the screen suddenly switched to show the room and the camera seemed to be sweeping the room, looking for something. Steph watched in awe as the camera focused on a waitress holding the martini glass. As the waitress came closer, Steph realised that the lady in the background was her!

“Your cream has arrived Maam.” The waitress curtsied again as she placed the cum filled martini glass on the table. She then reached over and opened the small bottle of vodka and poured it into the glass. She stirred it with a glass stirrer and then placed the glass back on the table. “Vodka and cream Maam. A double as ordered.” The waitress said with more than a hint of a smirk.

“Drink it.” Brenda said as she dug her fingers into Stephs thigh. Steph reached for the drink, her stomach was in a knot as she contemplated this cum cocktail that she was being made to drink. What was even more humiliating was that she was being displayed on the screen. Everyone would see her drink this cum cocktail. Even with this humiliation, a wetness was growing between her legs. She was getting turned on by this sordid act of having to drink the cum of two strangers!

“Cheers!” “Bottoms up!” The calls reverberated round the room as everyone watched her. She raised the glass and keeping her eyes down, she swallowed it all in one gulp. The cum cocktail tasted salty and bitter. The vodka hit her belly and she felt an explosion of heat and then a rush to her head. Her mouth felt sticky and coated with the thick cum. The crowd let out a loud cheer as she gulped the cum cocktail down and Stephanie felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Oohh! That was soooo kinky.” Brenda said. Steph looked up at her bashfully and could see Brenda’s nipples erect and poking out of her lycra blouse.

“C-can I get some water?” Steph asked softly.

“When dinner is served. Wait!” Dave said harshly. He ordered a pasta dish for Brenda and himself and just a salad for Stephanie. She was starving but she was grateful to at least get some food. She was even happier to get some water and gulped it down greedily, rinsing her mouth before she swallowed. They ate dinner slowly and during the meal, Dave scribbled something on a piece of paper and passed it to the waiter. Steph wondered why the waiter smiled slyly and realised that it was probably another plan to humiliate her. By this time, the room had begun to fill up and was almost crowded.

Their plates were cleared and Steph gulped down another few glasses of water. Her bladder was getting full and she made an effort to excuse herself.

“Just where do you think you are going slut?” Brenda chastised her. “Err I-I need to pee.” Steph pleaded. “Sit down and be quiet!” Dave ordered her.

Steph sat back meekly and tried to ignore the pressure building in her maltepe escort bladder. She squeezed her thighs together and noticed that her panties were dripping wet. The dominance and humiliation was turning her on! She had no idea why but the dampness between her legs was proof that she was getting off on it.

The lights in the room suddenly went dim and the stage lit up. A man in a suit walked on to the stage as something that looked like gym apparatus was carried on. Steph looked closer and saw that it was a long metal board with rubber on it. Two metal poles were fixed to the sides of the board. There were three horizontal bars attached to the metal poles and at each end of the bars hung what looked like handcuffs.

“The offering bag is being passed round. Those that are interested, please do the needful” The Master of Ceremonies said. Dave and Brenda chuckled as Steph looked around to see what the ‘offering bag’ was. She noticed a waited walking round with a large velvet bag, with a large opening on top. The waiter soon reached their table and looked hard at Brenda and Steph.

“Take your panties of slut” Brenda commanded. “Huh? What?” Steph replied, astonished at this request. “You heard me. Take them off and give them to the waiter.”

Stephanie blushed again and reached under her skirt. She peeled the lacy brown panties off her and handed them to the waiter. He proceeded to clip a number on to the panties and then dropped them into the bag. Steph groaned as she noticed that there was a dark, wet stain on the crotch. The waiter went round the rest of the tables and then carried the bag up to the stage and handed them to the Master of Ceremonies.

The MC emptied the bag on to a small table and 5 pairs of panties tumbled out. He picked up each one and studied them, then raised them to his nose and sniffed deeply. After examining and sniffing each panty, he smiled and announced. “Looks like we have a winner!” He said. “They are wet and smell delightfully of wanton pussy. Table number 20!!”

Dave and Brenda clapped loudly. “Get you ass on stage now slut.” She hissed. “Looks like you won!”

Steph’s mind was a blur as she slowly made her way up to the stage. She was petrified at what was going to happen and she felt so humiliated that some stranger had smelt and inspected her panties in front of a large audience. She was also somewhat aghast that her panties had been the wettest. Nonetheless, her pussy juices were dripping down her thighs and she trembled with excitement.

By the time she reached the stage, 3 other men were on the stage as well. One of the men was a large black man, more than 6 feet tall with huge rippling muscles. They met her and carried her to the metal contraption. One man unzipped her dress and pulled it off her. Then another unfastened her bra and threw it into the audience. They placed her face down on the rubber board and adjusted her so that her hips were on the edge of board and her feet touched the floor. Her legs were spread wide and her ankles clasped into restraints. Her hands were spread and restrained by the handcuffs hanging on the lowest rung. In this position, she was half standing, half lying with her upper body raised at a 30 degree angle.

She felt someone run his hands along her thighs and up to her juicing slit. “My, my, she’s wet!” She heard someone say. Her heart was beating loudly as she heard the rustling of clothes. She turned her head to look at the audience but the bright lights on the stage meant she couldn’t see anything past the stage. She felt a light pressure on her pussy lips and then the invasion of a hard piece of cock meat.

“Aaarrgggh!” She cried out. “Its too big! Noooo! Oh please. Be gent…” A thick cock shoved between her lips silenced her cries. The Black man behind her was halfway into her steaming pussy and his thick cock had stretched her pussy to the limit. She had never felt anything so hard and thick in her life and it was hurting her. The Black man gave a final shove and impaled her fully with his thick, long cock. Steph saw stars as the huge cock meat filled her and nudged at her cervix. She had thought that Dave’s cock was huge but this was a completely different experience.

“Awwrrrrr!” She gurgled around the cock in her mouth. The cock in her pussy began to move slowly inside her and she sucked hard on the cock in her mouth. Her stretched and filled pussy was beginning to accommodate the huge length and girth and she started to feel the familiar stirrings in her loins.

“Mmmpph, mmpph, Mmpph!” She groaned as she sucked the cock. The black man placed his hands on her hips and started pounding into her. Her tits jiggled with every thrust and the cock in her mouth prodded her throat. Steph wished she had the use of her hands to help stabilise her. Her body was heaving furiously against the cock in her pussy and she was going to cum. Steph twisted her head, causing the cock in her mouth to pop out.

“Pinch my tits! Squeeze my nipples!” She blurted out before she turned her head back to swallow the cock. The man in front of her reached down to tease and pinch her nipples. Her body tensed and bucked and she quivered as an orgasm shook through her. She felt the man in front tense and squeeze harder on her nipples as a blast of hot cum shot into her mouth. Blast after blast filled her mouth and she swallowed rapidly, trying not to gag.

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Dedicated with love and loyalty to my Master, Sir Maxim Brynn.

*****

The afternoon sun creeping across the quilt, from the bottom of the bed up to her sleepy face, caused her to stir. Her hand batted at the bedside table until she felt the cell phone in her grasp. Opening just one eye, she peered at the time. Two pm…she jumped out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom with thoughts of her Master’s arrival swirling in her mind. Standing under the hot stream of water as she worked the vanilla scented shampoo through her long thick tresses, she imagined him there with her. Closing her eyes to picture him more clearly, she saw him standing naked before her with the soap in hand. The trembling girl could almost feel his strong hands, well lathered, gliding over her ample breasts. She moaned softly as her Master in her mind turned his slippery thumb in circles round her hardening nipples. Opening her eyes to look down at her peaks, she was not surprised to find them hard, perky and pointing outward. The affect he had on her was intense at all times. Even the thought of him aroused her fully and made her yearn to drop to her knees.

“Soon” she thought “very soon, my beloved Master will be here.” Toweling off, she avoided more than a pat between her legs with the terry cloth, not wanting to make herself more excited before he arrived. He wished her orgasms to be for him. Sometimes, he let her have the freedom to cum without him. She’d found though that she never enjoyed it nearly as well without him. Besides, her Master was a good man, the best she’d ever known. He deserved to have her all. Every little moan and whimper should be for the man who commanded and inspired her lust. As she pinned the little braids to the back of her hair, she heard the car pull into the driveway. A little whimper escaped her lips. Every inch of her body suddenly became weak and hot. Between her legs the delicious familiar ache intensified, accompanied by a rush of heat. The ringing phone on the bathroom counter startled her. She looked from the phone, to her sexy little strappy outfit, back to the phone. “It must be him” she thought, reaching quickly for the phone. Seeing his face on the screen, she grinned, rocking on her heels like an excited girl getting a call from her crush.

“Hello, Master!” The joy in her voice could not be contained.

“Bitch, are you dressed?” He growled into the phone.

“N-no, Master. I’ve washed, but I hadn’t dressed yet.”

“My sweet sexy bitch is completely naked in there?” His thick southern drawl and obvious pleasure at finding that she hadn’t covered herself yet brought her quickly back to her smiling excited state. “Bitch, MY bitch…come to the window. Bring your toys.”

Snatching the little box from the stand beside her bed, she rushed obediently to the window while popping her ear buds into the phone to keep both hands free to do his bidding. For a brief second the word “neighbors” popped into her mind. She quickly shoved it aside. What Master wishes, Master gets. If that seriously old man across the street is peeking, so be it. Pushing the curtains aside, she looked down toward his car below. She could just barely see the outline of her gorgeous Master at this distance but his voice was clear in her ears.

“There’s my beautiful bitch. Clothespins, precious girl..one on each nipple.”

“Yes, Master” his girl eagerly reached into her box of toys, grabbing batman escort two blue pins. Without hesitation, she clamped them fully round each nipple, gasping loudly. “Like that, Master?” She gasped, her nipples tingling and burning hot.

“Good girl.” The pleasure in his voice immediately made her clit throb. “Now, another on each side of each nipple, on the areola. Use the white ones.” Her hand thrust quickly back into the box, gathering four white clothespins. Not for one second did she concern herself with why he wanted white. He did. That was enough to know. Clasping each pin hard onto a good bit of the pink bumpy flesh, she looked down to the car again, smiling as sweetly as ever at him.

“What a good bitch, you are.” His voice was low, deep and lusty. She thought her knees would betray her. Somehow, trembling as she was, she managed to stay standing. “Whore, stand on your little stool. I want to see your cunt.” This time, she did briefly think about the old man across the road, but only for a split second. Using her foot to drag the little stool over so her Master would still see her at all times, she stepped up onto it, flashing the world a view of her smooth freshly shaved mound. She’d left the little strip over her slit as her Master preferred. “Mmmmmm, my sexy bitch. Who’s whore are you?”

“Master,” she positively cooed, “I am your dirty little whore, only yours.” She smiled, seeing the vague outline of his body shift behind the car window as he seemed to sit up proudly. “Yours Master, your bitch, your whore, your hungry cum slut.” The last she followed with a lick of her lips. He could see her perfectly. She knew this well. A set of binoculars had been given to him as a gift by his sub for just such occasions. Standing in the window with his hungry eyes upon her, she felt beautiful and bold. Knowing he would appreciate it, she cupped her tits in her hands, lifting them up.

“Sweet bitch. Are you always thinking of how to make your Master happy?”

“Yes, Master, always.” She smiled again.

“And…why do you do this?” He asked.

“You are my sun and my stars, Master. You are the center of my universe. Your pleasure, is my pleasure. All that I am, truly, belongs to you.” She heard him groan, a deliciously pleased and aroused groan that set her body tingling with desire. “How may I please you now, beloved Master?”

“Rub your clit for me, whore. Nice and slow.”

“Yes Master, as you wish, Master.” Slipping her hand slowly down over her abdomen, then cupping her mound, she pressed one finger between her folds, rubbing in soft circles round and round her aching little button. She whimpered repeatedly, with ragged breathing into the phone.

“Harder, slut, you work that cunt HARDER. I want your little toy inside you too and turn it on…NOW BITCH.”

His raised strong voice made her eager to follow his commands quickly. “YES MASTER!” She screamed, moaning with intense pleasure as she thrust the three inch rubbery purple vibrator into her slick folds, clicking the end with one finger to turn it on. She rubbed her throbbing clit furiously with the moistened fingertips of her other hand. Below her, from inside the car, her Master rubbed his hard cock slowly through his pants, watching her face distort as her arousal grew and grew.

“STOP!” He barked the command into her mind through the ear buds. Immediately yalova escort ceasing, she gave a mournful little whimper but offered no protest. “Good girl, that’s my sweet bitch.” He praised. “Now, go stand by the bed. Remove the clothes pins. I want you to bend over, hands on the mattress, legs apart, ass aimed at the door. You will NOT touch. You will NOT MOVE, not a fucking inch. Do you understand me whore?”

Already halfway to the bed to do as instructed, she spoke softly ‘Yes, Master. I understand you.’Positioning herself, she heard the line go silent. The minutes ticked away. Five, ten, fifteen. She did not move. With the silence, her mind began to wander. She imagined his delicious cock in front of her face, hard and proud. Her eyes closed and her tongue passed over her lips. A wall of cool air hit her between the legs as the door opened and closed, almost inaudibly. Oh how she wanted to turn her head to look at him, but she stayed completely still except for the trembling of her legs. Again, she waited for what seemed an eternity. The long low moan had almost entirely escaped her lips before her brain registered the tongue pushing between her drenched folds. She fought to keep her body positioned exactly as he’d commanded. The desire to push back against his face was overwhelming. With every thrust of his tongue into her aching cunt, his soft silky hair brushed her ass cheeks. Her whimpers became more and more needful, to the point of crazed. At the moment her pleasure built to a devastatingly high peak, the tongue was gone. She waited, dripping, throbbing, aching with desire…and waited…and waited. The door behind her opened and closed with a click. She was so very tempted to stretch her legs, but held herself still.

It happened all at once. The sharp crack of his hand across her ass echoed through the room and burned her flesh. In the same moment, his cock drove deep into her silky wet folds. She bit into her lip, tossing her head back and squeezing her self tight around him. His fingers in her hair, pulling her roughly back toward him, had been anticipated. God, she wanted to look at him. Again, his hand cracked across her ass on the other side. Each slap seemed to match the thrusts of his cock…faster…harder…mmmmmmmmm harder. She whimpered hard at the delicious feeling of his full balls slapping against her as he pounded away.

“Master” she cried out frantically “Master please, please may I cum?”

His reply was to pull his cock free, grabbing her by the hips to toss her over onto her back. He lifted her feet onto his shoulders. Tilting her head down, she found herself licking her lips at the vision of his proud hard cock, glistening with her juices, before it disappeared back into her, filling her sweetly as he rocked gently in and out. With one hand he reached down to cup her breast, kneading the flesh roughly. His fingers pinched her nipple, twisting it roughly to the right and pulling it outward at the same time. She gasped, the tender pink flesh still burning from the clothespins earlier. Moving his hand to her other tit, with an even harder grip and twist, he slipped the fingers of his free hand between her lower lips to pinch her clit gently between his fingers. Pushing his shaft all the way inside her, continuing to assault her tits, he growled at her “Whose bitch are you?”

“Your bitch, Master. I am yours.” She managed to whimper the words ordu escort out.

The tortured look in her big blue eyes only fueled his desire to keep her on edge. “Tell me all of it, whore. Every word.” He demanded sternly, as his fingers began to rub her clit fast in circles that rose her arousal level to critical heights.

She squeezed her hot velvety folds tight around his cock, gasping loudly when he hit her in just the right spot with his swollen head. “M-Master…I am your devoted bitch. I am your dirty filthy whore.” He slapped both her tits hard when she paused, eliciting a gasp from her lips. “.your whore, my lord Master..and…and mmmmmmmmmm your hungry little cum slut.” She licked her lips deliberately, gazing into her eyes with the faintest smile on her pink glossed lips. Another wave of molten heat flowed through her, washing over her Master’s cock as she said the words to him. Wriggling beneath him she begged once more “Please…please MASTER PLEASE…let your whore cum, oh please, I want to cum on your cock Master, Master, Master…” He adored hearing her near delirious pleas for release.

Grabbing her hard nipples, one in each hand, he yanked and twisted them cruelly, pulling them up so hard he nearly lifted her torso off the mattress. “Bitch…”

“Yes, Master?” she sounded so hopeful.

“You’re so pretty baby.” His voice was full of love with a good dose of amusement. “Bitch?”

“Yes…Master?” Bless her, there was still hope in her eager reply.

“I love you my precious girl. Bitch?”

Releasing and squeezing herself around him, over and over, she gave him her sweetest smile. “Yes, my lord Master?”

Cupping her ass cheeks with his hands, he lifted her up tight against him. “Bitch, CUM!”

The sweet ache between her thighs exploded instantly. Her cum gushed around him spilling out onto her inner thighs as her orgasm rippled down the length of his throbbing shaft. She writhed, bucked and whimpered “Master…Master…mmmmmmmmmm Master.” He wanted to cum in that volatile little cunt of hers but he’d already decided to give her her favorite reward for her good behavior. As she settled back onto the bed, still gasping for a hold on reality and catching her breath, he withdrew. “You know what I want, slut.”

“Master, yes Sir, Master” she turned her body round, lying on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the bed. Looking up, she watched eagerly as his cock, still glazed with her nectar, descended to her lips. He held the back of her head in his hands, and drove his cock into her throat. He held himself there until she finally gagged, then fucked her face nearly as hard as he’d fucked her cunt. Her tongue danced around and along his shaft desperately as it slid in and out, in and out. Her hands raised to her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples for him. Deep hungry moans raised up in her throat, vibrating his cock. She felt him throbbing against her tongue.

“Does my slut want to drink her Master’s seed?” he growled again.

With her mouth full of his length, she could only manage “mmmhmm! Mmmmmm”

He pushed forward, burying the seeping head in her throat. With a primal roar that filled the room, he exploded. Her lips closed tight around him to hold every precious drop safely in her mouth. She cooed again, humming and whimpering, drinking him up with her eyes closed and a blissful expression on her face. His fingers caressed her cheeks as he slid himself free of her lips once more. She’d done a wonderful job of sucking him clean. “Aren’t you a good bitch?” He asked as he lay down beside her, pulling her onto his chest. She smiled, laying her head on his shoulder. “I love you, my precious bitch.”

“I love you, Master.”

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(Author’s Note:

To all who have sent me praise and encouragement, I thank you! Your notes–and my husband’s gentle prodding—keep me posting these.

For those who did not read the first chapter of this series, these stories are a result of a game my husband and I play when he travels. I write a chapter before he leaves and send it along with him. He holds off reading what I have written until he is ready to “discuss” it. His review of my story, along with both of us talking about where it will go next, leads to some pretty interesting phone sex when we can’t be together. Another trip out of town, another story based on what we fantasized about on his last trip.

The chapters are a collaboration—some of the situations are his fantasy which I try to write for his maximum pleasure, some are my fantasies which I write for mine. I will leave it to the reader to decide as to whose fantasies are whose.

For those who wish to leave constructive negative criticism regarding my writing style, I welcome it. I would ask that perhaps you point me towards writing you feel is of good quality so I might learn from your examples. If you wish to leave negative comments regarding the story content, feel free, but they will most likely be ignored, as the subject matter is a matter of taste, and what suits my tastes obviously does not suit yours—we won’t be changing each other’s minds!)

Chapter 7

We drive a short distance towards the edge of town, where Tim pulls into the parking lot of an upscale office building. He opens my door and offers his hand to assist me down from the truck.

Once I’m on solid ground, he puts his arm around my shoulder and we stroll to the entrance. Inside the building, he steers us to a bank of elevators and we enter an open car. He pushes the button for the 6th floor, and off we go. I’m even more mystified as to my reward. What good can be waiting me in an office building? The car stops, the doors open, and we walk a short ways down the hall to a suite of offices. The sign on the door reads “Body Connection, LLC, Andrea Reynolds, CMT”. CMT? The abbreviation sounds familiar, but I can’t come up with the meaning. What exactly does Andrea Reynolds, CMT at Body Connection do?

We enter, and I quickly make the connection. Andrea Reynolds, Certified Massage Therapist. Am I here for a massage? I have had several in my life, and while I enjoy them, I become very apprehensive about this one. My body is has not yet had a chance to release from the day’s events, and I’m sexually vibrating. I fear the touch—professional, yet still a touch– of another will only be torture until Tim can give me a much-needed orgasm.

Tim gives the receptionist my name, and we are shown to a room. It is decorated nicely in a very calming manner with very soft pastel tones, and the lights dimmed to create a relaxed atmosphere. The smell of jasmine is in the air, and the sounds of a country field—crickets and songbirds—is playing softly in the background. At the center of the room is a massage table, itself not remarkable, but the faux-fur padding on the top is. I love the feel of the sheepskin rug we have at home on my naked body, and this looks every bit as sensuous. Yet I have never seen one used on a massage table before.

Tim puts his hand on my shoulder and I tense. “You are supposed to be relaxed here,” he says, “why so nervous? I know you’ve had massages before.”

“I have,” I reply, “but I’m somewhat keyed up from this morning—”

“You mean you need to cum, right?” he says with a slight smile.

“I’m afraid this will only put me more on edge…”

“Don’t worry,” he says. “This will only enhance the pleasure later for you. After this, your orgasm will be absolutely explosive, I promise.”

Just then the door opens and in walks a woman I can only assume is Andrea. She is in her mid-30s, about 6 feet tall, with a pretty smile. Her blond hair is tied in a ponytail, and she is dressed in a flower-print shift. The garment shows the slimness of her frame, and does not hide her well-defined arms. I also notice it cannot hide her breasts, C cup and unencumbered by a bra, if my guess is right. I see she has a wedding ring on her finger.

“Tim!” Andrea says. “So nice to see you again.”

“Hi Andrea,” he replies. “Great to see you, too.” They hug, and then Tim introduces me. “I’d like you to meet Karen. She’s your client today. A massage by your gifted hands is her reward for a job well done so far.” I blush and look at the floor at the reference to my reward. I’m unsure how much he is going to reveal about the jobs I’ve been doing.

She reaches to shake my hand, and I respond. Her hand is warm and very strong, as a masseuse’s would be. She towers over my 5′ 4″ frame, indeed, she even has Tim beat by a couple of inches.

“Excellent,” she says. Do you have any special requests for your reward?”

“I’m sorry,” I reply, “I’m not sure what kind of requests there are.”

“Any types of massage you like? Any areas you want worked on?”

I look down at the floor again and shake my head no, too nervous to şişli escort answer.

She smiles again and says, “not to worry. I’ll give you the special. I think you’ll like it.”

Andrea turns to Tim and asks with a smirk, “are you staying to watch, you dirty old man?”

“Actually, I have an errand or two to run. I’ll leave her in your capable hands and come pick her up in a while.”

I panic for a moment, then regain my composure. It’s just a normal massage, no big deal, I’ve done this before. I never had anyone in the room on those occasions either. This will be fine. A little stressful trying not to orgasm from a professional’s touch, but fine. The fact that Tim won’t be here probably means this is all above board.

“Well then, I’ll get everything ready. Karen, if you’ll get undressed, please…” she says.

I wait for her to leave the room so I may undress and get under the towel, but I notice that she is not leaving and there is no towel. I begin to ask for a covering when Tim leans over to give me a kiss on the cheek and says in a low voice, ” you are to do everything she asks, do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” I reply, and slip off my sandals. He leaves the room, and I look at Andrea, waiting for her to allow me my modesty. She looks back, a bemused smile on her face.

“C’mon now, I can’t make you feel good if you have that dress on. You wouldn’t want me to tell Tim you disobeyed me, would you?”

A smile spreads on her lips as I realize she is in on the game. Somehow, she knows what I am to Tim! I take a deep breath and pull the dress over my head, exposing myself to this Amazon.

“You can put your dress on that chair over there, then get on the table, face down.”

I can feel her eyes on me as I do as I’m told, going to the chair then climbing on the table and putting my face in the padded donut at the end. My skin revels in the feel of the sheepskin against by body, but I am too distracted to take much mental pleasure in the physical aspect.

“You’re very pretty,” she says. “So petite.”

While I lie there awaiting her touch, my mind continues to search for answers. Maybe Tim is having her test me. He would never think me a Lesbian, would he? Maybe he just wants to see what I will do. However, I have no answer yet for what my action might be.

I hear her moving behind me, the sounds of hands being wetly rubbed together with oil. I feel the drip of a warm liquid from the base of my spine up to my neck, and then her hands are on me, gently rubbing the oil into my shoulders. Her touch is gentle, yet firm, giving my skin a chance to adjust to the panopoly of feelings bombarding me. Slowly her rubbing motion becomes more firm, more of a kneading, as she works into the muscles of my shoulders and lower neck.

I have never had a woman touch me in a sexual way, and while I cannot imagine her current efforts as anything but professional, her hands along with my current state of excitement have me imagining what-if scenarios.

Andrea continues to push deeply into my shoulder muscles, but soon she is moving lower, her hands lightly running down my spine, and then more firmly up the sides of my back. She works the oil she had dripped on me earlier into my skin, her hands always gliding lightly down my spine and then pushing back up each side.

She ends her upstroke a little lower down my back each time, eventually concentrating on the base of my spine. My hips and lower back receive a firm workout, her hands working deeply into the flesh here. The dip in my sides above my hipbones is a sensitive area for me, and I feel myself getting a little moister each time she works this area.

Just when I am finding it hard to keep my hips from lifting to meet her touch, she stops and I can hear her move away. A moment later and I again feel the drip of oil on each of my asscheeks and then down my legs. She paints a giant U on me from one ankle, up to the cleft of my ass, and then down the other leg. I hear her put the bottle down, and then without warning her finger pushes past my thighs and down to my taint, then moves up through my cleft, over my asshole, and on up to the base of my spine. I jump at the unexpected touch and she apologizes, saying “sorry, some of the oil dripped down your ass. Just wanted to make sure I got it all.”

I squeak out a muffled “it’s ok,” through the hole in the facerest and find myself almost wishing she would make another pass at the oil.

Instead she begins working on my asscheeks, first with feathery touches, then massaging and kneading harder. Soon she is pushing and pulling my ass with such force that I’m certain my asshole is winking at her with each stroke, and my wet jewel below is frequently on display.

Eventually she moves down my right leg, reaching down my inner thigh to bring back the oil that has dripped there. The side of her hand brushes my pussy once, twice, a third time, and I’m increasingly certain these touches are no accident. Is it possible Tim left instructions to excite me further before tuzla escort he returns to take me away and give me a good fucking? Regardless, she must have felt the moisture on my engorged lips and knows of my arousal. Will she take it the wrong way and perhaps be offended?

Andrea continues to massage my thigh and calf using the same strokes she has used on the rest of my body. She works down my leg, touching lightly the firmly, moving away from my pussy. She soon reaches my feet and works her thumb and fingers into each on in turn. She’s hitting all of my pressure points, and it feels heavenly.

She soon finishes with my feet and moves to my left side and repeats her attention to my thigh. Once again her hand dips to brush my lips once, twice, a third time. I am certain this is no mistake! She repeats her strokes on my leg in a very tender yet firm manner. I have lost track of time and have no idea how long she has been at this, but too soon she stops and says in a quiet voice, “OK, turn over when you feel up to it. I’m going to get some more oil ready for you.”

I gather my courage and roll over on the table, the back of my head now resting in the face rest.

My nipples are almost painfully erect and I am a little worried my wetness will make a wet patch on the fur I am on. I can hear Andrea somewhere near my head, but I can’t see her. I close my eyes and wait for her return, resisting an urge to quickly tweak my clit while she is (hopefully) not looking.

I feel her presence near my head. “I can smell your excitement from across the room,” she says softly. My eyes pop open in surprise, and there she is, standing above my head, looking down on me. It is not where she is standing that surprises me, though. It is that she is nude.

I am looking up at this woman towering above me, the view of her face partially obscured by two beautiful mounds jutting proudly from her chest.

“Tim told me about your arrangement with him when he set this appointment up,” she says in the same soft yet authoritative voice. “And I also know the secret code. He left you in my charge, and I have a desire to give you great pleasure. Just do as I say and we’ll make each other very happy.” With that she places her oil-slicked hands on the skin above my breasts and begins to stroke lightly, covering me with slickness. Her hands move up to my neck and ears before moving back down to the top of my chest, turning circles in the flesh just above the spot where my tits begin to rise. She then works her way back up along my neck to my earlobes and begins running her fingers along them, a very light touch. My ears have always been one of my most erogenous spots and her touch makes my body hum with a desire for release. Any nervousness I felt about a woman touching me is gone—I want her to make me cum as hard as I can!

I begin to moan softly and Andrea takes this as a sign to continue her exploration of me. Her hands leave my earlobes and travel back down along my neck to my chest again. However, this time her hands do not stop, but continue along to the sides of my breasts, gently rounding them and moving into the valley between them.

“I love your tits,” she says. “I love how firm they are. Bigger ones start to sag, but I think little ones like yours will stay perky for quite some time, and they are beautiful to look at.”

All the while her hands are moving on the sides of my breasts, caressing them, getting closer and closer to my nipples. My buds are fully erect and screaming to be played with.

Suddenly Andrea grabs both tits and steps forward, her crotch now in contact with the top of my head. It is obvious her excitement is building as well, as she loosens her grip on my tits and begins to gently play with the nipples while her pubic area grinds on my hair. My hands desperately want to touch flesh, any flesh, and so I reach behind me and grab her ass to pull her closer. Her height and the height of the table combine to prevent her from moving any farther forward, but it is just right for her to rock her clit on me.

Andrea’s hands continue to move down my stomach, always returning to my breasts, but moving farther and farther down my midsection. As her hands travel closer and closer to my sex, she bends more at the waist to reach, dangling her tits above me. The sight is incredibly arousing. Her tits swing gently as her hands move, inviting me to touch them. My own hands leave her ass and grab her swinging orbs, subtlety and hesitancy forgotten. I take them firmly and weigh them, my first feel of another woman’s breasts. She moans softly and continues to work towards my crotch.

She stops short before she actually reaches my thighs and moves to my side, most likely to give herself more reach to get to where she plans to go next. I reluctantly let go of her tits to avoid twisting them. I’m not upset she’s moving closer to where I need the most attention, though.

Her hands pick up where they left off, gently turning circles just above my mons, with occasional visits to my tits and thighs. pendik escort With each visit to my legs, I open myself a little wider to her, hoping her fingers will find their way to my very wet pussy. After several trips, my legs are spread as wide as I can make them on the table, even pulling my feet up a bit to give her a wider target. She begins to spend more time on the lower half of my body, and she seems to be getting the hint my spread legs give, albeit slowly. She strokes my inner thighs, bending over me as her hands work ever closer to my cunt. Her palm settles on my clit, and she applies pressure as her finger finds its way into the valley between my inner and outer lips. I start to grind my pussy against her palm, rubbing my clit against the pressure and trying to get that finger into my hole in a come-hither motion, when she stops and removes her hand. I cry out in frustration—I was so close!—but she moves away and stands by a sheepskin rug on the floor that appears to match the covering of her table.

“Come here and lie down,” she commands. I don’t hesitate and lie down at her feet, begging her to finish me. “Quiet,” she says. “You’ll get your release, don’t worry. I’ve never left anyone hanging who didn’t deserve it. Do you think you deserve it?” I begin to babble my reply, how I’ve done everything Tim has asked, how much I love the feel of her touch, but she ignores me and instead kneels at the top of my head. She bends over me and gently begins kissing my forehead, almost a gentle brushing of her lips against my skin, and continues down to my eyelids, and then the top of my nose. Her next stop is my mouth, and I share my first kiss with a woman. So different from a man, the lips so soft, her tongue gently probing like a finger in my pussy, not like a cock thrusting.

Too soon she breaks the kiss and continues down my chin and neck, gently brushing her lips and tongue against my skin as she goes. She reaches the valley of my breasts and makes detours to each nipple, gently licking and biting my erect buds. She continues on lower, always kissing, always brushing, and soon the top of her chest is at my mouth, and I happily return the favor, kissing and licking her, noting the sheen of sweat on her skin. I realize I’m covered in sweat as well, making for a slick surface as Andrea works her way ever lower. Her lips are then at my navel, and my face is braced by her tits. I turn to lick as best I can at her nipples, but the size of her breasts makes it difficult to reach the sensitive tips. I content myself to kiss the sides of her breasts.

Her kissing does not stop until she reaches the thin patch of hair above my cunt, her tummy pressing lightly on my face. Her lips leave my mons, and I raise my hips in protest, trying to force my pussy up to her tongue. She does not return to taste, but instead says, “do you think you’re deserving?”

“Yes! Please…” I cry, my voice muffled by her torso above me.

“I think you do,” she says softly, “but I get to go first…” And with that she brings her pussy to my lips and sits up, forcing her cunt down on my mouth. She is supporting enough of her own weight to avoid suffocating me, but it is clear I am not going anywhere.

Two days ago I would have never imagined I would be eating another woman, but now, I begin to use my tongue with gusto, anxious to have her return the favor. The taste is not unknown to me, having sucked one—no, two, now—cocks that have been in me, but it seems a little different when it comes from another woman, more forbidden. I try to find the spots that thrill me most when there is a tongue on my pussy. Her position and weight make it more difficult than I would have imagined, but Andrea seems to sense this and shifts her weight to direct me to the areas she prefers.

Her hands continue their dance on my tits and stomach, lightly scratching and stroking. My hips are bucking involuntarily at an imaginary lover, hoping that my cunt comes in contact with something solid to help relieve its need.

“Yes, that’s it,” she coos. “Eat my cunt…I’m going to ride your tongue until I come all you’re your face…oh, that’s so good…I’m going to drown you…”

Her hips begin a rocking motion, her clit rubbing against my chin. Her movements become more urgent and her breathing heavier as she begins a rhythmic chant.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-FUCKFUCKFUCK…aaaaaahhHHH!!!”

As promised, her orgasm flows freely into my mouth and over my face. I am at first tempted to hold the fluid and spit it out when I am free of her thighs, but decide it is far naughtier to accept what I have been given and do my best to swallow what I have collected. I am amazed that her strength has been such that she has been able to keep herself from collapsing on my face even during her orgasm, and realize my initial evaluation of her as an Amazon Warrior was probably correct.

She continues to rock back and forth for several minutes while I tentatively explore her folds with my tongue. I know how sensitive I am after an orgasm and do not wish to overstimulate her, but she seems to welcome my explorations. I continue to gently lick her while she shudders through several smaller tremors, and then she exhales loudly and falls off me, landing on her side, her breasts shaking seductively as she lands. I fear she is going to be out of it for a while and reach for my cunt to relieve my need, but she sees me and gently grabs my hand.

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When you grow up in an orphanage not knowing who your parents are, you begin to think life isn’t worth living. Then I met Gary at school. He gave me a reason to exist. Up until that point I hated Christmas and Easter. I would watch my school friends go off for the holidays. They were always excited and couldn’t wait to get home. I just couldn’t wait to get back to school! School gave me a purpose, a reason to live. Gary took over from where school left off. Then Faye moved in for him. I was engaged to Gary, and my so called best friend stole him from me. I felt like the young insecure orphan girl again. I started dating Nigel just weeks after splitting up with my ex, and he warned me that his mum didn’t really approve of me. I can never forget the first time we met. She just looked me up and down with a terrible look of disgust. She was a snob, and I was a piece of shit! Even with this horrible woman against me I was determined to marry Nigel. He gave me the one reason for living. I was happy, and I would do my best to make him happy too. But deep down I knew his mother would never accept me. Even now I remember her exact words when Nigel told her we were getting married.

“You cannot marry that!”

The way her eyes narrowed and the hatred etched on her face, had me in tears. I tried everything I could to convince her I would make her son happy. It was nearly two weeks before she spoke to me.

“If you don’t make Nigel happy I’ll punish you beyond belief,” she hissed.

I suppose this was the punishment she spoke of. But I didn’t expect it to be anything like this! Even when I started seeing Gary I was afraid of her and what she might do. That was why I was just going to run away. Somehow she got to hear about it, and the look on her face when I stood at the door waiting for Gary made me shudder. I was running out on her son and I deserved the slap. But when Gary told me he and Faye were going to try again, my mother in law couldn’t hide her delight!

Just a few months later I knew I would put up with anything to get Nigel back. I know that sounds daft, but believe me being an orphan is something you never forget. That was another reason I threw myself at men in the pubs and clubs. The pain of being alone again was too much to bear. I needed to feel loved and wanted, even if it was for just one night!

So the following day I was on my knees begging not to have to sign the divorce papers. She just sat there in the chair with an amused smirk. When the divorce came through 4 months later I moved into a small flat. I worked as a cleaner; the money wasn’t great but enough to get by on. Gary had split for good with Faye, and she had gone back to Spain to be with the baby’s father. Gary and I dated a few times, but he wouldn’t commit to anything more. So we went our separate ways. Nigel had married Harriett and they had a nice new house. Things were getting difficult for me financially I owed 2 months back rent. I couldn’t even offer my landlord sex to pay off what I owed as his was gay! So when I answered the door just before Christmas I was feeling low. There she stood, my ex mother in law. I broke down in front of her and cried. She didn’t show any emotion she just sat there with that arrogant sneer. I watched her take off her shoes, and she threw a bundle of money on the table.

“You know what to do, Cunt.”

I kissed and slurped on her feet, as she told me what a dirty hovel I was living in.

“No daughter in law of mine would end up in a place like this,” she mocked.

Why she said that I didn’t know at the time. Why would she be bothered about me?

I stood in the kitchen as she petted Sammy, yes I still had him at least he loved me. She let him out into the small back garden and then picked up the tea pot. I pulled my panties away, and she began to pour the cold tea over my pussy. My legs shook and I had the biggest orgasm for months as the tea trickled down to my feet. When she left I had £250, and an official looking document to read.

A week later I moved in with her with Sammy too. Her husband had died 2 months ago. I had now signed the document she had left last week, and I had agreed to everything she told me. I was now her new maid, she was now my mistress, and I had to do whatever caught her fancy!

Whenever Nigel and Harriett came round, I was sent to the kitchen or to take Sammy for a walk. I wasn’t permitted in the same room as Nigel. What Nigel thought about all this I didn’t know. He was living 22 miles away in another town so we rarely saw him. Maureen was a bitch to me and I waited on her hand and foot. This was all part of the deal. So what kept me going? Knowing one day I would get a share of Uncle Jack’s money. OK it was a little flimsy but I did things for him. Maureen loved watching me with him. He was in his early 70’s and he had some blood disorder. It was a matter of sooner rather than later, his death I mean.

Maureen made me dress in pretty party frocks when Uncle Jack was due. Hideous to me eyes, but for the göztepe escort money I did it. Uncle Jack would come to stay once a month. I would sit on his knee, with my hair in pigtails and these pink, yellow, or light blue frocks. I wore matching tights with whatever dress I had on.

“Go on Jack give the maid a sloppy kiss in her ear,” Maureen said, as she puffed on a coloured cigarette.

He pulled my head onto his disgusting tongue. He slurped nosily and made sure no part of my ear escaped his tongue’s invasion. With my hands tied behind my back, and my mouth gagged with a pair of tights, I couldn’t stop him fingering my pussy through my lacy coloured tights. I could see Maureen’s smirking grin as I tried to keep my legs shut, as well as trying to wriggle free. His cock was usually erect between my thighs, and my struggling just made him shoot all over my legs. Sometimes he lasted for ages, nearly an hour of kissing and pushing his finger into me. Other times it was over in a few minutes. Either way Maureen loved it. She would chuckle as he whispered dirty things in my ear as I struggled. I would make little frightened and horrified noises. Even this seemed to amuse her. The game always ended in the same result.

“Look at you; you’re such a naughty cunt. You wriggled on Uncle Jack on purpose to make him ejaculate.”

So there I was a 27 year old woman dressed in a party frock, with the spunk of a 73 year old trickling down my legs. Maureen would finger me right in front of Uncle Jack, until I had an orgasm as he watched with a dirty leer on his wrinkled old face. But the food was the worst. To shame me into not doing it the next time he came to visit, she poured food into my bra and tights! It was always something different, beans, jelly, rice pudding, mashed potato, and sometimes she would use a whole canister of cream! I found it incredibly humiliating as she pulled the trigger and the cold cream oozed into my underwear. I had to spend 15 minutes with whatever it was sliding around my tits and pussy. Then he was allowed to lick it off my trembling body. There I stood as my tights were pulled down. His horrid tongue and mouth devoured everything. Of course with my hands still bound behind my back I couldn’t stop him. I would groan into the gag, as his tongue lingered on my pussy and flicked over my clit. Maureen would now join in; pulling the tights from my mouth she would start kissing me. She always mashed my bra to my breasts, making me feel every lump of cold food on my skin, this always excited me. I would shudder and climax on Jacks tongue, but I always told myself it was Maureen who made me orgasm so very hard! Then she would show me my bank book. £500 for every time he visited. That kept me going only it was hard. The money was mine and I was free to walk away at any time, even though I would endure a final humiliation! My only reprieve was Saturday nights, I was allowed out with my friends. They didn’t know about me being a maid to my ex mother in law. I was allowed to bring men home and just a few months into my new life, I found a guy who wanted to see me again. We met several times in secret and he seemed quite interested in me. But I had committed myself to Maureen; I knew she would never let me go without a struggle, despite what she had said about me leaving when I wanted. As usual there I was on Saturday night, kissing and slurping at Maureen’s feet to get my pocket money, as I did every Saturday before going out.

“You seem a little anxious tonight,” she mumbled.

I tried to smile before I looked up at her, but it didn’t fool her when she saw my face.

“I’m not letting you out tonight; you are going to stay here with me.”

Now my face really gave the game away. Her eyes narrowed and she looked like she was about to start. But for some reason she broke into a smile.

“I suppose our little game had to end sometime. So what is this man’s name?”

I knelt back on my heels. Kissing her feet didn’t feel right now.

“Duncan, he works in a garage,” I added not really knowing why.

“And is it serious, with this Duncan?”

I looked down waiting for her to snap at me. I couldn’t believe she was just going to let this happen. I tried to find words that would mean something to her, maybe tell her how I enjoyed being her maid.

“Yes. I think so,” was all I could say.

She slipped her shoes on and stood up. I watched her raise her skirt and she moved towards me.

“Kiss my panties and then I will let you see him.”

I gulped up at her. In all our games I had never touched her between the legs. She had told me this was off limits. She never wanted me to make her come, and I would never see her pussy. Now all I had to do was kiss her, and she would apparently let me see Duncan! I moved forward very slowly. While I didn’t want to do this, part of me was saying to trust her. I let my lips lightly brush the thin fabric of her white panties. She always had çorlu escort them pulled tight and my lips found the contours of her pussy. I could feel her hair like it was some sort of padding. My lips seemed to sink into her panties a little. I let my tongue gently lick over her moist lips. A little gasp escaped her mouth. I turned my head and opened my mouth. Slowly I closed it, gently sucking her panties and pussy lips into my mouth and trapping them there. My tongue licked along her ridges as I pulled my head back slightly, but I still gripped her pussy.

I looked up at her but I couldn’t see her face. Her hand gently pulled my head to her fanny as she gasped a little louder this time. I continued the kiss and let my hands stray onto her plump rear. I began feeling her soft fleshy backside and my kiss became more passionate.

“Oh that is so beautiful,” she mumbled dreamily.

I let my hands glide over her hips; I went to pull her panties down.

“No, you shouldn’t see my vagina!” she gasped, and then she pulled away.

I just knelt with her scent filling my nose. When I looked up she had tears in her eyes.

“You must go and get ready for your date. I would like to meet him soon.”

She left me feeling quite strange, I wasn’t sure if our games had now finished forever. Maybe she knew this day would come, and now she was facing up to it. With everything that had gone on between us I felt a little sad. Things were hardily normal but it was what I was use to. So she was giving me up, and she wanted to meet my boyfriend. I went to meet Duncan but even he could see I was a little preoccupied. Eventually as the night wore on, I relaxed and forgot about what had happened with Maureen, but refusing to take Duncan home that night felt strangely proper. The next day she asked how my date went. No sarcastic comments, no hint of her sniggering at me. She seemed so genuine. Over the next two months she treated me like a daughter. We went shopping and laughed and joked together. There was no hint of us doing any of the sexual things together anymore. I tried to ask her once if she wanted me to give her something in return for the things she was doing for me. She just shook her head knowing what I meant. The day Duncan came to dinner I was a nervous wreck. Harriett was having dinner with us also as Nigel was away. Everything went fine even Harriett didn’t look down her nose at me. Maureen asked Duncan about where he worked, and tried her best to sound interested in him. I walked him to the door and we kissed.

I sat in the pub with Gillian the following week.

“So how’s what’s his name, Pete?”

“OK, look Diane you won’t tell anyone about him will you?”

I shook my head, “of course not.”

“We are having so much fun. I know it isn’t right but he is 18 and we kind of do different things,” she said with a grin.

“What different things?” I asked fascinated.

“Well we sort of play this dare game, it started with me asking him to nick an apple off a tree. Then he would dare me.”

“Apples off a tree? That’s a little lame even for you.”

She lent forward, “gradually it has become a little more interesting.”

“Oh yeah like what?”

“Last week he dared me to let him touch my backside for a whole minute in class.”

“What in front of everyone?”

“God no, I had to get everyone in a circle to explain a science problem. Pete was stood behind me and I can’t tell you how horny it was. I mean I could feel myself blush.”

“Well whatever turns you on I suppose. You know you’ll have to end it don’t you?”

She nodded looking a little sad, “I’ve tried to three times. But as soon as I see him in school I just go all weak.”

“Oh Gillian just get laid by someone else.”

“Yeah well look at what happened when I did? 3 men that’s all I’ve had and they have all been disasters!”

I nodded, poor cow. The first was a guy who was married, the second was a rough bastard, and the third a con man that got her to part with money.

“Shush here comes Duncan, shit Diane he doesn’t look too happy.”

I looked round and saw him marching towards me. He grabbed my arm and marched me outside.

“Duncan what is it? What are you doing?”

He held up a picture and I cringed and shrunk back. Tears filled my eyes and I shook my head in disbelief.

“No, no she can’t do this to me!” I screamed.

He held another, and then another up.

He left me slumped against the wall. I looked at the last photo he had forced into my face. There I was kissing fat Dave naked on the bed as he fucked me! His fat gross body was in full view.

“Oh here, this is my favourite!” he growled.

I looked at the last picture, my legs were stretched wide apart and a dribble of spunk trailed towards my ass!

“Duncan, come back, come back!”

A hand appeared next to me picking up the photos. Finally it grabbed my arm and shoved me into the car. I sat crying ümraniye escort into my hands.

“So your boyfriend didn’t like your photos then cunt!” Maureen said with a smirk.

I cried for two days on and off, staying in my room and refusing to eat what was put in front of me.

“So are you coming down? I have a surprise for you.”

I wanted to tell her to fuck off. I wanted to hit her but I couldn’t. Just her standing over me was enough to make me feel powerless.

“Did you really think I’d let you go that easily? Didn’t you once wonder about who I was going to use those photos against? Come on someone is waiting.”

She went to my underwear drawer and began shuffling through my lingerie. I finally stood in the red stockings, red suspender belt, and red high heels she had picked out. She tied my hands behind my back with a pair of my tights.

“Please don’t make me do whatever it is you want. I’ll, I’ll be good, you said I could leave at any time,” I mumbled.

She turned on her heels to stare at me. I could see her cold eyes grinning at me, for whatever reason she was thinking of. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy for me.

“You can go afterwards; you can take your £4000 and go. This was the deal as I promised a humiliating end to our relationship, and a final payment of £1000 for your final deed.”

Although I was frightened the money was dangling like a carrot. I didn’t care about Uncle Jack’s inheritance, and deep down I figured I would never see much of it anyway. She opened the bank book in front of me, there it was £5000. She put it in my underwear drawer, but would it really be in a bank account that I could get to? Maybe I could get Duncan back. If I could only tell him I was forced into having sex with that gross man, then maybe he would believe me.

“Well your lover is waiting for you.”

I walked slowly behind her feeling my breasts sway. I was about to stand naked (apart from a few sexy trimmings) in front of someone I didn’t know! My lover as Maureen called him.

My face was as red as my lacy stockings as I walked into the lounge.

“Christ!” a voice said from a chair.

I looked at the young man staring at me. He couldn’t take his eyes off my pussy. I watched and shuddered as he licked his lips. His neck was covered in tattoos and his shirt sleeves were rolled right up. His jeans had holes in and his black hair was gelled down. The crucifix earring did nothing to hide his thuggish image. Finally, sheepishly, I made eye contact with him. I swallowed as he was in obvious delight about my reluctance.

“You fucking hot bitch,” he said in delight, at the trembling woman in front of him.

I took a step back and Maureen held my shoulders.

“Surely you are not afraid of Jack’s grandson Diane, just because Kenny has been in prison for the last 3 ½ years without a woman’s company?”

I knew of Kenny, and I knew he had been in prison for robbery. He was every inch the thug he looked to be. This was again part of the side of the family that Maureen didn’t associate with, she never talked about him and he never got an invite to the wedding when I married Nigel. But now she was giving me to him!

“Just remember he has been locked up all that time with just disgusting pictures to look at? Now he has the real thing in front of him, I’m sure after 3 ½ years he has been looking forward to getting his hands on a woman.”

Her whispered words had me trying to back away, but she held me tight. I struggled a little and my bare breasts jiggled.

“God look at those beauties bounce! Just two hours out of nick and I’m going to get to fuck a right hot chick.”

“There is no need to be vulgar Kenny,” Maureen said, with a despairing tone in her voice.

“I can have her all weekend you say?” he asked with delight.

“Oh yes Kenny, she is all yours.”

I could feel her words echoing round my brain. All weekend! He started towards me undoing his grubby jeans, and I began panting and trying to twist away.

“First I want a blow job then I’ll fuck her brains out,” he said with a sneer.

“Kenny, do you have to be so rude?” Maureen snapped.

I saw his cock getting closer and closer. He began rolling his foreskin back as I whimpered.

“You are free to leave Sunday afternoon. Oh my, you are wet aren’t you?” Maureen whispered, as her finger pushed between my legs.

OK I was wet but I was still scared stiff! Kenny hadn’t fucked anyone for all that time. 3 ½ years, that is, well, you work it out in days? All those lonely nights just going to bed and dreaming of fucking someone, and now after all that time he would finally get his wish. I was pushed to my knees and Maureen let go of my shoulders. I just knelt there now not pinned down. I was too frightened to move. I knew either way one of them would stop me if I tried to run. He stood with his cock just inches from my trembling lips. He seemed to be taking his time, like the last moments of enforced celibacy was going to be unrivalled by anything he had done in the past.

“Well you either open up or I force it into you? I don’t really care which, but my 8 inches will be getting past those hot lips one way or another!”

I could feel my poor cunt dripping. My emotions were all over the place, I didn’t want this, but at the same time I did!

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(In this tantalizing tale, every character portrayed is a mature soul, aged gracefully beyond the tender age of 18.)

I found myself captivated by his innocent charm, his youthful allure that ignited a fire within me. It was as if a forbidden desire had awakened, consuming my every thought and tempting me beyond reason. Bobby, the unsuspecting student, became the object of my deepest, most illicit fantasies.

His presence in my classroom was no longer ordinary; it was a tantalizing dance of stolen glances and hidden desires. The way his dark locks cascaded effortlessly over his forehead, framing his piercing blue eyes, sent shivers down my spine. His average build held an untamed magnetism that drew me closer, closer to the edge of temptation.

I, the epitome of grace and elegance, had always prided myself on my self-control. But Bobby, with his innocent smile and boyish charm, shattered the walls I had so carefully built around my desires. I was no longer the composed and untouchable teacher; I was a woman consumed by a forbidden passion.

The spring air carried a sense of recklessness, a whisper of forbidden love that danced upon the breeze. And one fateful day, as the sun bathed the classroom in its golden glow, our paths collided in a way that would forever change the course of our lives.

It started innocently enough, a simple conversation that lingered longer than it should have. Our eyes locked, and in that moment, time stood still. The boundaries that society had imposed upon us faded into insignificance, replaced by an undeniable connection that transcended age and position.

As the days turned into weeks, our encounters became bolder, our stolen moments more daring. The thrill of secrecy fueled our passion, igniting a flame that burned brighter with each stolen touch. The classroom, once a sanctuary of knowledge, transformed into our clandestine haven of desire.

But amidst the intoxicating whirlwind of our forbidden love, guilt lingered like a shadow, reminding us of the consequences that awaited us. We were two souls entangled in a web of passion, yearning for each other’s touch yet tormented by the knowledge that our love was forbidden.

And so, we danced on the precipice of ecstasy and despair, our hearts entwined in a love that defied all reason. The world may judge us, label us as sinners, but in the depths of our souls, we knew that our love was pure, untamed, and irrevocable.

I, the last teacher in the world anyone would expect to succumb to such desires, found myself entangled in a love affair…

-oOo-

One fine day in the month of May, as the classroom buzzed with the anticipation of freedom, Bobby sauntered past my desk, his eyes fixated on my bosom. The sun’s warm caress had prompted me to wear a blouse that revealed a tantalizing glimpse of my cleavage, just enough to ignite desire. It was not uncommon for young men to steal glances down my blouse, and truth be told, I relished in their admiration. My philosophy was simple – why deny them the pleasure of feasting their eyes upon my allure?

As our gazes locked, I anticipated a flush of embarrassment to color his cheeks, assuming he would swiftly divert his attention elsewhere. However, to my astonishment, I discovered an undeniable bulge protruding from the confines of his trousers, right before my very eyes. At first, I failed to comprehend its nature, perceiving it merely as a conspicuous lump distorting the fabric. It took a moment for the realization to dawn upon me – Bobby was sporting a throbbing erection. The revelation left me dumbfounded, too taken aback to even blush. I continued to gaze, captivated by the sight, until the realization struck that I was unabashedly ogling the crotch of a eighteen-year-old boy. Hastily, I averted my eyes, allowing Bobby to proceed on his way out of the room.

To my surprise, a delightful tingling sensation coursed through my nipples, causing them to harden within the confines of my bra. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief that Bobby had departed before witnessing this involuntary response.

I had just experienced a tantalizing encounter with a student that left me feeling a delightful ache between my thighs. He possessed a certain charm, a captivating allure that lingered in my thoughts throughout the day. My mind wandered into a realm of forbidden fantasies, fixated on the image of his impressive erection. As nightfall embraced me, I succumbed to a dream where we found ourselves alone, consumed by an insatiable desire. In this ethereal realm, I yearned to undress him, to reveal the hidden treasures beneath his pants. However, my efforts were thwarted as his hardened member entangled itself, teasingly refusing to be unveiled. The intensity of my arousal was overwhelming, and I awoke to find myself drenched with desire, my body yearning for release. With a feverish urgency, I sought solace in the touch of my own hand, pleasuring myself with an unbridled passion. My swollen clitoris protruded proudly, acıbadem escort akin to the prow of a majestic ship, ready to navigate the tempestuous seas of pleasure.

The following day, I arranged to meet my dearest confidante and fellow teacher, Cathy Barton, for a lunch date. As we savored our meal, I divulged the entirety of my scandalous encounter to her.

Cathy’s expression turned pensive, her mind seemingly lost in contemplation. “You know,” she began, her voice laced with intrigue, “I am privy to the secrets of at least three teachers who have engaged in illicit affairs with students here.” Her words hung in the air, carrying a sense of forbidden knowledge. “Two men and one woman,” she continued, her tone filled with a hint of mystery. “One of the men was caught in the act and faced the threat of dismissal, but somehow, the scandal was silenced.”

Curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer, my eyes searching for answers. “And what of the woman? The one who dared to indulge in a forbidden affair with a student?”

A mischievous smile danced upon Cathy’s lips as she leaned back, her gaze filled with secrets. “Ah, my dear, that is a tale I shall not reveal. However, I can disclose the identity of the student involved. Have you heard of Raymond Anthony?”

“Oh, him? I had the pleasure of having him in my class two years ago. He’s blossomed into quite the young man, wouldn’t you agree? Now in the ninth grade, he exudes an air of mystery and allure. What could possibly be the source of his magnetic charm?”

“Well…he’s not your typical average boy, if you catch my drift. He possesses a certain…endowment that sets him apart from the rest. In fact, word has spread like wildfire among the girls in the ninth grade, for he has earned quite the reputation.”

“Pray, do tell me more about this reputation.”

“Well, the whispers that circulated a few months ago suggested that he was still untouched…because every girl who dared to explore his depths discovered that he was simply too much to handle. Three different girls, during a daring game of Post Office at his sister’s slumber party, were left in awe of his size.”

“And he engaged in a tryst with a teacher?”

“Indeed, one of the teachers caught wind of his predicament and took it upon herself to assist him with his…little problem.” Cathy couldn’t help but giggle at the thought. “But, of course, it remains a closely guarded secret.”

“I dare say it must have been Miss Josephson, the captivating Geography teacher. She possesses an undeniable allure, and the boys simply cannot resist her charms.”

“Well, it wasn’t her, and she truly isn’t such a seductress. People merely perceive her as such due to her voluptuous bosom. Yours are nearly as ample, yet nobody would dare label you as promiscuous.”

“Because of the glasses. And I don’t dress to flaunt my curves when I’m at school. However, I made an exception yesterday, and behold the consequences that arose from revealing a mere inch of cleavage.”

“You should. Your bosom is truly exquisite, you know. I’m not at all surprised that he couldn’t resist stealing glances. Why don’t you undo another button on that tantalizing garment you’re wearing today, and let’s see if he takes notice?”

“Oh, my goodness, no.” I giggled, feeling a delightful sense of naughtiness. “You make me feel like such a sensual deviant. Like this?” I unfastened one more button at the top of my blouse, delicately pulling it down and artfully arranging the lapels.

“That’s better. Now your bosom is visible, but not excessively so, just a hint of your lacy bra peeking through.”

I swiftly refastened the button. “Well, we shall see. I don’t truly believe I would stoop so low as to entice a eighteen-year-old to gaze down my blouse.”

But I succumbed to my desires, as expected. As the fourth period came to an end, I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. I delicately undid the button of my blouse, allowing it to gracefully slide down, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of my ample bosom. Bobby, a handsome young man, happened to pass by my desk just as I dismissed the class. His eyes were immediately drawn to my chest, and I couldn’t resist the urge to playfully tease him. With a seductive gesture, I beckoned him closer, leaning forward over my desk as I inquired about a homework assignment. Purposefully, I thrust my voluptuous 36D breasts towards him, taking a deep breath to accentuate their allure.

Normally, I would wear practical undergarments to school. However, fate had a different plan that morning. All of my sensible underwear happened to be in the dirty laundry hamper, leaving me with only the lingerie I typically reserved for special occasions. It was not a conscious decision, but I found myself wearing one of those bras that subtly enhanced my assets. It wasn’t a WonderBra or something from the pages of a Victoria’s Secret catalog, but it certainly left no doubt that I was a woman with bağdat caddesi escort ample curves.

Bobby couldn’t help but notice. My mother used to jokingly refer to my breasts as “boy magnets,” and in that moment, I understood why. He was undeniably drawn to them, his face flushing with desire. As I continued to discuss the assignment, Bobby nodded along, pretending to listen while his attention was solely focused on my captivating presence. Curiosity got the better of me, and I discreetly stole a glance at his crotch. There, behind the confines of his zipper, something stirred and grew. A substantial bulge emerged, straining against the fabric of his pants, as if it were a primal display of virility. I was captivated, as if witnessing a mesmerizing mating ritual in a nature documentary.

Once again, I felt my body responding to the mere thought of him. My nipples hardened, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he would notice. The bra I wore was sheer, and when my nipples were erect, they poked through the fabric, begging for attention. I looked down at myself, and my heart skipped a beat. A big bump protruded from my left nipple, and I knew it was impossible to hide. My breathing became shallow, and I felt a rush of heat between my legs. This little game of ours had gone too far.

“So, you’ll have it in by the end of the week?” I asked, my voice low and sultry.

“Yes, Miss Wanshel,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, knowing that I had him right where I wanted him. I turned around, and my nipples stuck out half an inch, taunting him. I could feel his eyes on me, and it only made me hotter. I erased the blackboard, trying to meet his gaze, but he still wouldn’t look at me. I rearranged my clothes, fastened the button, and tried to calm myself down. I couldn’t let him see me like this.

That night, I dreamed about him again. This time, I had no problem getting his pants down. He was big and thick between my legs, pumping hard, and I was gasping and moaning, almost about to come for what seemed like a very long time. I woke up in a sweat, my body on fire. There was a damp spot under me on the bed, evidence of my desire. I hurriedly finished myself off, one hand shoving fingers up inside me, and the other rubbing my clit hard until I came. My orgasm lasted almost a minute, and I knew that I couldn’t resist him any longer.

The morning sun shone through the window, casting a warm glow on my skin as I woke up. It was Wednesday, and I had no plans to meet Cathy. But as fate would have it, a note from her arrived between classes, suggesting we do lunch again. My heart raced with excitement as I met her on our break, and we got into her car, driving out towards a hamburger place on the highway.

As we drove, Cathy couldn’t help but gush about the boy in her fifth period class. “He’s such a little dreamboat,” she said, her voice filled with envy that he had a crush on me. We chatted about our day, and I told her all the juicy details of what happened in class yesterday. She wanted to know everything – how big his bulge was, whether any of the other boys noticed my ample bosom, and whether any of the girls noticed his growing erection. She even asked which bra I had worn that day.

“I’m not showing any cleavage today. I don’t want to be a slut,” I said, feeling a little self-conscious.

Cathy smirked. “What are you wearing tomorrow, then?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

She seductively whispered in my ear, her voice dripping with desire, “Darling, imagine the sensation of wearing something clingy, feeling the fabric caress your every curve, and going braless. Let your body breathe, let it be free.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she continued, “Or perhaps a tantalizing miniskirt, showcasing those gorgeous legs of yours. Oh, the temptation it would bring.”

Her words danced in my mind, tempting me with their allure. But reality quickly set in. I knew that going braless was a privilege reserved for those blessed with a figure like hers, not for someone like me, a woman with a generous D cup. And as a teacher at Southern State Community College, I was bound by a strict dress code that explicitly forbade miniskirts. I couldn’t risk my reputation or my job.

With a gentle touch, I persuaded her to understand my predicament. “My love, I appreciate your enticing suggestions, but I must remain true to myself. I will wear what I always do, regardless of the circumstances.”

Her voice lowered, filled with a hint of disappointment. “He truly is a sight to behold, isn’t he? Have you ever considered the possibilities?”

Confusion clouded my thoughts as I questioned her intentions. “Considered what?”

A mischievous smile played on her lips as she leaned closer, her breath warm against my skin. “Considered whether you truly desire to indulge in the forbidden pleasures with him?”

My heart raced, my mind struggling to comprehend her audacious kozyatağı escort proposition. “He’s just a boy! Eighteen years old!”

She chuckled softly, her laughter laced with a hint of seduction. “Yes, my dear, he may be young, but he possesses a certain maturity. And I couldn’t help but notice your dreams, two nights in a row. Once you start dreaming about a man, my love, it’s only a matter of time before you succumb to your desires.”

My voice trembled as I tried to reason with her, “But he’s not a man, he’s just a boy.”

Her giggle grew louder, filled with a wicked delight. “Oh, my dear, he may be young, but he is more than capable. So here we are, a young man, a compassionate older woman, and a clandestine lesson in the art of passion. In France, it would be seen as perfectly natural.”

We engaged in a passionate debate, our words intertwining like a seductive dance, oblivious to the passing time. Our hunger for each other’s company was undeniable, yet we settled for a quick indulgence, grabbing containers of creamy yogurt as we made our way back to the confines of our school. In that moment, she unveiled a truth that stirred the depths of my desires, revealing that my very essence was entangled in this forbidden allure. She whispered tantalizing secrets about Raymond Anthony, igniting a fire within me that yearned to be quenched…

“…and as she unzipped him, a revelation awaited her. A breathtaking nine inches of pure ecstasy. Can you fathom such a gift bestowed upon a mere eighteen-year-old? Just imagine the magnificence he will possess when he enters the realm of higher education, endowed like a majestic stallion. Such prodigious proportions may even necessitate the intervention of surgical reduction, for his virility will know no bounds.”

Hmm, I must admit, I’ve never experienced such an impressive size before. In fact, I’ve never laid eyes upon a nine-inch masterpiece in the flesh. The mere thought of being passionately penetrated in the depths of my being sends shivers down my spine. However, it’s not just the length that matters, my dear. It’s the width that truly entices, the ability to fill me up completely. And of course, the crucial question remains: can he maintain his firmness long enough to bring me to the pinnacle of ecstasy?

In his case, his girth is more than satisfactory, and he possesses the stamina of a wild jackrabbit, satisfying me not once, but twice in rapid succession. And believe it or not, they engage in this passionate dance of love-making approximately five times within a single session.

“Goodness gracious,” I gasped, my heart racing with desire.

“But my dear, he is merely eighteen years of age. That’s precisely why one indulges in the pleasures of a younger lover. They possess an insatiable appetite for carnal delights, leaving you breathless and yearning for more, even when your body begins to ache. And oh, the energy they possess! Unlike a weary 40-year-old gentleman who would simply roll off you and drift into slumber after his release.”

I paused, lost in contemplation for a moment. “Raymond, my dear, is not the man who ignites the flames of my passion.”

“Yes, it is a pity that he is already spoken for, isn’t it?” she chuckled softly. “However, let us not forget about Bobby, my dear. He may just be the one to fulfill your deepest desires.”

My heart raced as I looked into his eyes and whispered, “Yes, I do.” The thought of being with Bobby consumed my every desire, but a nagging doubt lingered in my mind. “But what if he doesn’t measure up?” I asked, my voice trembling with anticipation.

I couldn’t help but imagine a small, insignificant member that wouldn’t satisfy my every need. I had never encountered such a problem before, but I had heard stories from my girlfriends. “What if he can’t keep it up?” I continued, my mind racing with doubt.

“At his age, you don’t have to worry about that,” he assured me, his voice low and seductive. “The real challenge is keeping it down for more than five minutes.” His words sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to be with him.

I had noticed Bobby in class, his bulge more prominent than the other boys. It was the reason I had been drawn to him, the reason I couldn’t stop thinking about him. “You’ve probably had other boys get hard in your class,” he continued, his voice husky with desire. “But their erections weren’t big enough for you to notice. You noticed Bobby because he stands out. I bet he’s well hung.”

My heart raced as he spoke, my body aching with desire. “Anyway,” he continued, his voice low and seductive. “I know someone who can find out.” And with those words, my doubts vanished, replaced by a burning desire to be with Bobby, to feel him inside me, to experience the pleasure that only he could provide.

“He said Bobby’s definitely worth checking out. Apparently, he’s got a nice package and knows how to use it.”

My heart raced as I imagined what it would be like to be with Bobby. I had always been attracted to him, but now I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I needed to find a way to make him notice me.

The next day in class, I made sure to sit next to Bobby. I could feel his eyes on me as I pretended to take notes. When the bell rang, I lingered behind, hoping to catch him alone.

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It had been a long week at work, filled with frustrating drama and useless fighting among co-workers; I just couldn’t wait to get to the weekend. Not to mention, I was going to be spending it with him in a cabin in the woods. This weekend was going to be our first weekend away together, and I was really looking forward to it!

The drive up to the cabin was long, yet peaceful, which helped me leave all my problems behind and start to fantasize about what the weekend would hold. I was already feeling more relaxed and was enjoying my fantasies about the weekend when I realized I was already there, the time had flown by!

I had been instructed to park my car behind the cabin, strip naked, and wait for him on the back porch. I had no luggage other then a change of clothes for the return trip home; I had been informed that I wouldn’t need to bring a thing. I followed the instructions I had been given, found the chair he had told me about, and sat and waited for what would come next.

I was enjoying watching the nature around me, and hadn’t noticed that he’d walked up behind me. I was shocked when my eyes were suddenly covered by a blindfold. I struggled against it at first, being taken off guard, but when I heard his voice say “Stop” it was all I needed to immediately calm myself and accept the blindfold. He had known that I had a bad week, so I wasn’t that surprised when he started to rub my shoulders and ask how the drive up had been. We chatted for a while, his massage lulling me into a state of relaxation. I felt him pull my hair up into a ponytail so it was off my neck, I assumed it was so he’d have better access to massage my neck. However, I was very wrong. Instead I felt a new sensation; he was placing what I could only imagine to be a collar around my neck. I hadn’t expected this, however was immensely proud he found me worthy of his collar. I tried to reach up to touch it, but he pushed my hands back to my lap and finished fastening it tight around my neck. It wasn’t so tight I couldn’t breathe; he knows that I wouldn’t be able to tolerate that well with my claustrophobia and the thin mountain air. However, it was tight enough to be a constant reminder – this weekend I belonged to him completely. I hoped that I would still be worthy of his collar after the weekend was done.

He ordered me to my knees, reminding me that is the best position for a slut like me to be in. I smiled and raced to my knees, turning my body towards him. He then sat in the chair I was just in, and I felt him hook his finger into the ring of the collar. He drew me towards him, and then I felt his magic lips on mine, I could think of nothing else but this amazing man in front of çeşme escort me and his amazing kiss. I felt my body come alive under his kiss, my blood pounding in my veins, and my cunt fill with juices. I moaned and arched into him, trying to get closer to him, needing to feel him possess me completely. I’m guessing that he read my body and knew that I was ready to completely be his submissive in every way because he broke our kiss. I heard him chuckle softly and say, “that’s my slut”. I felt something click into the collar, and I guessed that he had attached a leash to the collar. With a sudden tug at my neck, I knew I was right.

I was surprised when I felt him pull me into a standing position; I had expected to remain on my knees. He then led me down the steps and onto a dirt path, explaining why I was walking; my knees would be destroyed on the steps and dirt. We walked for a while, the whole time I wondered what he was planning, and part of me couldn’t help but wonder if anyone could see me naked and leashed following behind this strong man, a thought that added to my excitement. It felt as if we were no longer on a trail, instead walking on soft grass as tall as my knees.

Without a word he stopped and tugged on the leash indicating I should stop as well. I felt myself being pushed over a wooden object, maybe a log? It was on a slight decline, which meant that my ass was higher then my back and head, it must be completely displayed in this position. As he pushed me forward gently, I had noticed that he’d pulled my tits to the side, so they hung down the sides of the log, instead of crushing them under my body. He sure did know how to restrain me and keep full access to his favorite parts! I felt him wrap my arms around the log and handcuff them underneath the log. I was now attached to the log and couldn’t break free without sliding on the hard bark, not something I wanted to do. I then felt a strap wrap around my ribcage and pull tight, it took a minute to realize that with this he was completely securing me to the log, I couldn’t lift up if I wanted to! I was in a strange location, naked, and strapped to a log, I was scared and excited at the same time. My cunt was so wet now that the insides of my thighs were also wet with my desire.

I was there for a while when I felt the familiar and welcome riding crop hit my ass. He spanked me several times, moving the crop around and getting all parts of my ass. He started off fairly gentle at first, warming up my ass. I am a large woman, so he had plenty of ass to play with. As he spanked me the blows got harder and I was starting to writhe under his administrations. başakşehir escort He is so very good at knowing just how hard to go before I can’t take anymore. He would take me to the point where my safe word would start to swim in the background of my thoughts, and as if he knew, he would then switch to running his large hands tenderly over my skin. I can only imagine that my bright white ass was now starting to turn pink.

Once I’d calmed some he changed the crop for his whip and repeated the process, driving me wild with desire for him. I wanted him to fuck me in the worst way! What he was doing was so good to me, I almost came a few times, and it took all my control to not give in to the magic release. I am very aware that I am only to cum with his permission, although he does like to test my will power in that regard.

I didn’t feel anything for a few minutes and wondered where he’d gone. I knew he’d returned when I felt something cold and slimy press against my ass. I felt the pressure build as he inserted what I assumed was a very large butt plug. My ass is very tight, and it took him a while to work it in. It stretched my ass as far as I thought it could go, and then a little bit more. I cried out with the pain of it, but he held firm, and my ass eventually relaxed around it. When he was convinced it was firmly in he started whipping my ass again. This time he included my back, thighs, and cunt as well. He took his time, moving slowly around my body. I never knew where the whip would hit next, and was kept in a very high state of anticipation and arousal. He was very in tune with my body and kept me right at my limit.

When he stopped again I couldn’t imagine what would be coming next. I gasped with pain/pleasure when I felt the nipple clamps applied to my large nipples. There must have been a weight on each of the clamps as I felt my large tits stretch towards the ground some. He then started smacking the bare white skin of my tits with his strong bare hand. I loved the sound of skin on skin, and how rough he was being with me. With a 44I bra size, I have plenty of tit for him to play with and he smacked all of them repeatedly. My tits bruise easily and I smiled with the knowledge that I’d have bruises to enjoy for the next few days, probably weeks. I jumped (as much as I can when strapped to a log) when I felt the riding crop now being used on my tits. The weights were swinging and pulling on my nipples with each smack. I didn’t think I could take anymore, I was definitely at my pain threshold, but he kept pushing. Just when the safe word was at the tip of my tongue he stopped.

His küçükçekmece escort large hands were now soothing my hot skin, his soft lips kissing the welts that were starting to rise. He did this for a while, and then moved his hard cock to my mouth, he smacked my face and mouth with his hard cock a few times, I wanted to wrap my lips around it so bad, yet he teased me with his cock slaps.

Holding the back of my head he then forced his very large, thick, and hard cock into my mouth, pushing it in until he hit the back of my throat. I have such a small mouth and usually can’t take much of him in. This time he pushed harder then ever and I felt myself gag on him. Instead of pulling out he pushed on, keeping his hand firm on the back of my head so I had no choice but accept him into my throat. I was starting to have trouble breathing, just as I started to panic (can’t say the safe word when mouth is filled with cock) he pulled out and I was able to take in a gulp of air. He gave me a minute to recover, and then thrust himself back in again. This time rougher and deeper, my throat was convulsing around him as I gagged on his sheer size. Again he stayed deep in my mouth to the point of panic, and then would pull out again. After a few repeats of this I started to relax and time my breathing with his thrusts. I still couldn’t get all of him in, but he was deeper in my throat then ever before. He increased the pace, fucking my mouth harder and harder, until he released his precious cum down my throat. I eagerly sucked the tip of his cock afterwards to get every last drop of his precious gift.

He then moved behind me again, smacking my still hot ass with his bare hands, making sure to hit the butt plug in deeper as well. He then moved behind me and put his still hard cock deep into my wet cunt. He fucked me hard that way, driving me more into the log repeatedly, and stretching my cunt around his thick shaft.

I couldn’t hold back anymore and begged him to allow me to cum. He made me beg repeatedly, to the point of desperation before giving me permission to cum. Once I had his permission I exploded around his massive cock, the orgasm racking my entire body repeatedly and for a long time. I felt like I was floating with pleasure, it was so intense and amazing. During my multiple orgasm I heard him grunt and moan with pleasure as he came again deep inside of me. I knew I’d served him well to have him cum twice in a row like that.

I felt him lay on top of me, crushing me into the log, and loved the feel of him on me. He eventually moved off of me, and released my bindings, but not my blindfold or butt plug. I felt him take a soft towel and clean up the sticky mess between my legs, before leading me back down the trail again towards the cabin. I was exhausted and needed his support to make it down the trail, relishing that he is more then strong enough to support me. I leaned into him, feeling content and secure. I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the weekend held with such an intense and perfect start!!

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