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Genau wie gestern wurde ich auf dem Stuhl gefesselt und das Gitternetz wieder über meinen Schwanz gezogen. Genau wie am Vortag begann das Netz meinen Schwanz wieder mit Stromstössen bis zum Orgasmus zu reizen. Ich spritzte nicht mehr so viel Sperma in den Raum, da ich ja erst mit Lisa abgespritzt hatte.

«Guten Morgen. Na, da hat sich ja wer recht in die kleine, hübsche Rothaarige verguckt. Erzähl, wie war der Orgasmus mit ihr?» begrüsste mich Eva aus dem Dunkel. «Sehr schön.» Sofort wurde es mir wieder warm ums Herz.

«Da du keine Erlaubnis hattest von uns, mit der Kleinen zu wichsen, müssen wir dich bestrafen.» In dem Moment sandte das Netz einen äusserst schmerzhaften Impuls durch meinen Penis. Ich schrie vor Schmerzen, aber auch weil ich völlig überrascht wurde.

Nach einer kurzen Pause kam der nächste Stromstoss. Nach drei weiteren Stromschlägen hing ich völlig fertig in den Fesseln. «Merk dir dies. Kein Orgasmus ohne unsere Erlaubnis. Verstanden?» herrschte sie mich an. «Ja» gab ich kleinlaut und mit Tränen in den Augen zurück.

«So nun zum Tagesprogramm. Als erstes siehst du einen kleinen Film über unser schönes Camp.» Der Bildschirm ging an und ein adrett gekleideter Mann mit Anzug und Krawatte erschien und begrüsste die Zuschauer im Camp St.Albert.

Es war ein auf Hochglanz polierter Werbefilm. Ich erfuhr, dass es vor allem für Jugendliche wie mich gedacht ist. Es gab sechs Knabenzimmer mit jeweils sechs Betten und drei Mädchenzimmer ebenfalls mit sechs Betten.

Es wurde alles selbst erzeugt und bewirtschaftet. Eigene Küche, eigene Wäscherei und alles durch die Insassen angepflanzt und gekocht. Extrem stolz war der Krawattenträger auf die Tatsache, dass jeder Insasse eine massgeschneiderte Therapie und Erziehung erhielt.

In dem Film wurden auch die verschiedenen Räume und Arbeitsorte gezeigt, so dass ich nun einen ersten Eindruck hatte, was mich hier erwarten würde.

Der Film dauerte etwa dreissig Minuten und mir wurden anschliessend viele Fragen über das Camp gestellt. Wenn ich die Fragen nicht richtig oder zu ungenau beantwortete, wurde mir geduldig die richtigen Fakten erzählt.

Wenn ich nach dem zweiten Mal die Frage immer noch nicht schnell und präzise genug beantworten konnte, erhielt ich wieder einen Stromschlag in meinem Schwanz. Nicht mehr so stark wie die Bestrafung, aber immer noch sehr schmerzhaft. Es schien ihnen extrem wichtig zu sein, dass ich alles verstand und richtig wieder gab

Ich hatte das Zeitgefühl verloren, aber die ganze Prozedur dauerte sicher an die drei Stunden. Mein Kopf fühlte sich schwer an und ich war müde. Ich bekam aus einem Glas mit Strohhalm etwas zu trinken und konnte mich ein paar Minuten erholen.

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«So, nun kommen wir wieder zu dir» erklärte Eva aus dem Dunkel. «Ich zeige dir jeweils zwei Bilder und du sagst mir, ob dir das Linke oder das Rechte besser gefällt. Du hast zehn Sekunden dich zu entscheiden, sonst funkt dein Schwanz.

Es kamen Bilder mit geschminkten und ungeschminkten Frauen. Dann kamen immer jüngere Mädchen, welche im Badeanzug oder Trainingsanzug fotografiert waren. Da ich nicht viel Zeit hatte, um zu entscheiden, wusste ich nicht so recht, welche Richtung ich einschlug.

«Dir gefallen also schlanke und junge Mädchen» stellte Eva fest. Weiter ging es mit diversen Frauen. Diesmal aber alle nackt. «Also Frauen mit kleinem Busen und langen, dunklen Haaren gefallen dir. Eher der Latino-Typ» stellte Eva fest, eher zu sich selbst als zu mir.

Es wird wahrscheinlich schon stimmen, dachte ich bei mir. Nun kamen einige Bilder mit verschiedenen Fetischen. Züchtigungen der verschiedensten Art. Weiter mit gefesselten Frauen und Männer und zum Schluss noch viele Sextoys in Anwendung. Die Entscheidungen fielen mir nicht immer einfach, ich gab mir aber Mühe wirklich das ansprechendere Bild zu bestimmen.

Von Peniskäfig über Analdildos bis zu Nippelklemmen. Diese Bildserie taxierte Eva nur mit einem langgezogenen «Hmm!». Nun erschienen Crossdresser in verschiedener Unterwäsche oder halb nackt. Auch junge Shemales mit schönen grossen oder kleinen Brüsten und glatt rasierten Penissen wurden gezeigt.

Am Schluss blieb escort bayan bostancı ein Bild auf dem Schirm stehen. Es war ein junges Mädchen mit langen, dunklen Haaren und einem fein geschnittenen Gesicht. Sie hatte kleine, feste Brüste. Sie gefiel mir sehr.

Nun zoomte die Kamera etwas zurück und man sah, dass das Mädchen einen Schwanz hatte. Dieser war halberigiert und in etwa so gross wie meiner. «Na gefällt sie dir?» «Ja. Er.. sie.. gefällt mir wirklich sehr.»

«Dein Herzschlag sagt uns, dass du sie sehr, sehr interessant findest. Willst du uns etwas dazu sagen?» «Ich habe mir oft, wenn ich die Kleider meiner Schwester trug, solche Bilder angeschaut und mir damals überlegt, ob ich so werden möchte. Nun bin ich – aber glaub ich – gerne ein Junge.» «Interessant» schloss Eva gedankenversunken.

Schon begann die nächste Serie. So ging das noch ewig weiter. Anpissen, Windeln, Dominante Akteure und Devote Situationen. Bei vielen Bildern hatte ich keine Ahnung, dass es Leute geben soll, welche auf so was stehen. Zum Schluss wurden mir noch nackte Männer gezeigt.

Nach endlos vielen Fotos, wurde der Bildschirm endlich schwarz. «Das hast du sehr gut gemacht,» lobte mich die Dame aus dem Dunkel. «Du hast dir eine kleine Pause verdient. Es war etwas viel auf einmal, aber mit diesen Auswertungen sind wir in der Lage die Therapie genau auf dich abzustimmen.»

Eva fuhr fort: «Wir haben eine kleine Szene vorbereitet, damit du dich etwas entspannen kannst» Auf dem Bildschirm war unsere Zelle von gestern Nacht zu sehen. Lisa sass auf ihrem Bett und ich gegenüber.

Den Ton hatte man stummgeschaltet. Wir redeten zusammen und die Kamera zeigte Lisa in den verschiedensten Winkel. In Grossaufnahme sah man einmal ihr schönes Gesicht, wie sie mich anstrahlte. Dann wurden ihre schönen Brüste gezeigt und dann ihre Spalte, wie sie mit den Fingern daran herumspielte.

Mein Schwanz wurde sofort hart und gross. Dann wurde wieder die Totale gezeigt und die Szene, wie wir uns selbst befriedigten, ungeschnitten abgespielt. Es war sehr emotional.

«Ja, ja die Liebe. Du wirst sie noch verfluchen. Aber jetzt zurück zur Philosophie unseres Camps. Hier kommt der nächste Film. Schau genau hin» Der Bildschirm flackerte.

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Auf dem Bildschirm erkannte man einen Jüngling in meinem Alter. Er war nackt und komplett rasiert. Er war sehr muskulös und sein jugendlicher Körper gefiel mir, musste ich mir eingestehen. Sein grosser und steifer Schwanz stand von dem sauber rasierten und glatten Bauch ab.

An seinen Handgelenken waren Ledermanschetten angebracht und mit Ketten gespreizt an der Decke fixiert. Auch seine Fussknöchel waren mit Lederriemen versehen und eine Spreizstange verhinderte, dass er seine Beine schliessen konnte.

Die Aufnahmen waren nicht so professionell wie die Pornos vom Vortag. Die Szene war nicht so gut ausgeleuchtet und die Auflösung war auch nur mittelmässig. Nun kam eine Frau ins Bild. Sie war identisch unserer Wärterinnen gekleidet.

Ich schloss daraus, dass dieser Film im Camp aufgenommen wurde. Die Wärterin setzte sich auf einen Stuhl direkt vor dem Schwanz des Jünglings. «Der ist ja schon richtig schön gross geworden» sagte sie und strich langsam dem Schaft entlang und umkreiste seine Eichel.

«Du warst unartig und hattest Sex mit deinem Bettnachbarn. Stimmts?». Der Jüngling schlug die Augen nieder und nickte schuldbewusst mit dem Kopf. «Du weisst, dass ich dich nun bestrafen muss».

Wieder nickte der Jüngling. Die Frau wichste den strammen Schwanz noch etwas weiter. Die ersten Tropfen bildeten sich an der Spitze des strammen Schwanzes. «Erzähl mir was passiert ist. Du weisst, dass dein Fickpartner die Geschichte nebenan erzählen muss. Also keine Ausflüchte oder Lügen»

«Ja ich weiss. Martin kann nichts dafür. Es war meine Lust die uns in diese Lage gebracht hat.» «Na dann los erzähl mir die Geschichte» ermahnte sie den Jüngling. Sie stoppte dabei die Wichsbewegungen nicht.

«Es begann unter der Dusche. Martin und ich waren per Zufall gemeinsam unter der Dusche. Er pisste plötzlich einfach los. Mich machen Pinkelspiele extrem escort bayan tuzla an und ich bekam schlagartig einen harten Ständer.» Er musste eine kleine Pause machen, da die Wichsbewegungen ihm doch sehr zu schaffen machten.

«Ich kniete mich direkt vor Martin und öffnete meinen Mund. Er überlegte nicht lange und lenkte mir seinen warmen Strahl in den Mund und über mein Gesicht. Als er fertig gepisst hatte, nahm ich seinen unterdessen auch harten Prügel in den Mund und begann ihn langsam zu lecken. …Bitte machen Sie langsam» flüsterte er zu Eva. Die liess ein paar Minuten von seinem Schwanz ab.

«Nach dem Abtrocknen zog ich ihn zu meinem Bett. Zum Glück war sonst niemand im Zimmer. Er präsentierte mir erwartungsvoll seinen Arsch und zog die Backen auseinander. Ich leckte seine schöne Spalte und spuckte noch ein paar Mal in seine Kerbe, bevor ich meinen hammerharten Schwanz in seinem heissen Loch versenkte.»

«Er war so eng, dass ich leider schon nach ein paar Stössen meine ganze Ladung in seinen Arsch abspritzte. Nachdem ich ihm sein Fickloch sauber geleckt hatte, drehte er sich um und ich saugte seinen wunderschönen Fickstab.»

«Auch er war sehr erregt und sein Schwanz war so gross, dass ich ihn fast nicht in meinen Mund brachte. Immer wieder stiess er zu und nach all zu kurzer Zeit begann sein Stab zu zucken. Er entlud eine grosse Menge in meinen Mund.»

«Auch diese Ladung warmen Spermas schluckte ich glücklich. Es ist die Strafe wert.» schloss er mit leiser Stimme aber festem Blick auf Eva.

Plötzlich stand sie auf und kam mit einer dünnen Gerte in der Hand wieder ins Bild. Mit grossen angstgeweiteten Augen verfolgte die Augen des Jünglings die Gerte. Wieder strich die Frau über den Schwanz und liess die Hand langsam nach hinten über den knackigen Arsch streichen.

Sie begann nun die strammen Arschbacken des jungen Mannes mit der Hand zu schlagen. Der Mann konnte die Schläge, ohne einen Mucks von sich zu geben, über sich ergehen lassen. Nach einigen Schlägen begann sie wieder den Schwanz zu verwöhnen. Dieser stand immer noch stramm ab.

«Bist du bereit?» fragte sie. Ohne eine Antwort abzuwarten, schlug sie mit Kraft die dünne Gerte auf den weissen Arsch des jungen Mannes. Dieser schrie laut auf und zerrte an seinen Fesseln.

Die Kamera zeigte, wie sich ein dünner roter Strich auf dem blanken Arsch bildete. Die Wärterin zog auf und schlug wieder zu. Wieder schrie er und wand sich in den Fesseln.

So ging dies nun weiter. Nach zwanzig Schlägen hing der Jüngling nur noch in den Fesseln und schaute mit Tränen in den Augen die Frau mit flehendem Blick an.

«Was hast du gelernt» fragte die Frau mit hämischem Blick. «Ich soll keinen Sex ohne Befehl haben.» Die Frau nahm seinen Schwanz in die Hand und begann langsam die Vorhaut vor und zurückzuschieben. «Genau. Und warum muss man euch immer zuerst bestrafen?»

Die Kamera zeigte noch einmal seinen mit roten Striemen übersäten Arsch. Danach schwenkte sie auf den sich unter der Behandlung wieder aufrichtenden Schwanz.

Immer schneller wichste die viel ältere Frau den strammen Schönling. Der Rhythmus der Atmung verstärkte sich, bis er unter einem langgezogenen Stöhnen seinen Saft auf den Boden spritzte.

Die Frau hielt ihm noch die besudelte Hand vor seinen Mund, die er ablecken musste.

«Hast du diese Lektion verstanden?» kam die Frage nun aus dem Dunkel. Ich nickte und war sehr eingeschüchtert. «Dies hat dich auch sehr erregt. In welcher Rolle sahst du dich?» «Ich muss zugeben, dass ich glaub eher eine devote Ader habe und lieber an der Stelle des Mannes gewesen wäre.»

Sie lachte und sagte trocken: «Dort wirst du schneller sein als dir lieb ist»

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«Wir haben nun genug Daten über dich gesammelt und werden dich nun in dein Zimmer bringen.» Ich wurde nun vom Stuhl losgebunden und folgte einer neuen Wärterin aus dem Saal.

«Setz dich hier an den Tisch und iss erst mal etwas, wir bereiten unterdessen alles

für deine Zukunft vor.» Ich ass lustlos den Teller leer. Ich war plötzlich sehr aufgeregt, was mich nun erwarten würde.

Ich wurde nun zu einer Ärztin escort bayan göztepe gebracht. Die junge Frau mit weissem Kittel untersuchte mich nun äusserst genau. Am Schluss musste ich vor den Augen der Ärztin in einen Becher pinkeln. Dies war mir schon sehr peinlich.

Doch es wurde noch peinlicher, als sie verlangte, dass ich sogar mein Sperma in so einen Becher spritzen sollte. Langsam begann ich meinen schlappen Schwanz zu wichsen. Es dauerte sehr lange, bis ich endlich vor den Augen der Ärztin abspritzen konnte. Mit hochrotem Kopf und gesenktem Blick reichte ich ihr den gefüllten Becher.

Nach der Untersuchung wurde ich in ein Büro gebracht. An einem Tisch sassen drei Wärterin alle gleich grau in grau gekleidet, wie alle Wärterinnen und mit streng nach hinten gekämmten Haaren.

«Hör gut zu, wir werden dies hier nur einmal erzählen. Wir haben kein Bett in einem Knabenzimmer für dich vorgesehen. Wir werden dich in einem Mädchenzimmer unterbringen.» eröffneten sie das Gespräch.

«Du wirst da aber keine Spezialbehandlung erhalten. Du wirst wie ein Mädchen behandelt und auch so ausgebildet und erzogen.» Ich verstand die ganze Tragweite dieser Aussage noch nicht. Sie fuhr fort.

«Wir werden dich zu einer gut erzogenen jungen Dame erziehen. Du wirst lernen, wie man sich adrett kleidet, wie man sich schminkt. Auch wie man richtig und lüstern einen Mann verführt und befriedigt wird dazu gehören.» Sie sah mich mit einem kalten Lächeln an. «Kurz wir werden dich in ein gehorsames und devotes Mädchen verwandeln.»

Langsam begriff ich, was die drei Frauen hier erzählten. Ich sollte ein Mädchen werden. Einzelne Bilder der letzten zwei Tage kamen mir in den Sinn. Die Sehnsucht mich mit den Kleidern meiner Schwester zu kleiden. Die Sehnsucht Männer zu lecken und zu befriedigen. Unter dieser Sichtweise war die Erziehung zum Mädchen nicht so abwegig.

Ich war aber ein Junge und ich war gerne ein Junge. «Kann ich nicht wie ein richtiger Junge hier erzogen werden?» versuchte ich die Situation zu entschärfen. «Nein, wir haben entschieden, dass du als Mädchen glücklicher und gehorsamer sein wirst. Basta»

Sie standen auf und machten schon die ersten Schritte Richtung Türe, als sich die hinterste Frau noch mal umdrehte. Mit erhobenem Finger sprach sie in meine Richtung: «Und du wirst deinen kleinen, kümmerlichen Schwanz nicht in die Fotzen der anderen Mädchen stecken. Du weisst was dich erwartet, wenn du nicht gehorchst.» Sie machte mit ihrem rechten Arm eine Schlagbewegung und ich verstand sofort.

Ich stand immer noch nackt und frierend in der Mitte des grauen Raumes und konnte wieder einmal mehr die Tränen nicht zurückhalten. Genau wie ein kleines Mädchen, dachte ich resignierend für mich.

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Ich wurde nun wieder herausgeführt und auf einem Tisch lag ein Stapel Kleider.

«Hier kannst du dich nun wieder mal anziehen.» erklärte mir die Wärterin mit einer Handbewegung auf den Stapel. Sie verliess den Raum und liess mich allein. Ich untersuchte den Stapel mit Kleidern.

Es waren alles Mädchenkleider. Die Unterwäsche war nur weiss. Drei Slips, zwei BHs und zwei Spaghettiträger-Hemdchen zählte ich. Nachdem ich einen der Slips angezogen hatte, entdeckte ich den Spiegel im Raum und stellte mich davor. Mein Schwanz war gut zu erkennen in dem kleinen Slip. Meine Schwester nannte diese damals Mini-Slips. Immerhin keinen Tanga schmunzelte ich in mich hinein.

Die BHs waren genau die richtige Grösse für meine nicht vorhandenen Titten. Es war so ein Bustier ohne Bügel und mit feinen Trägern. Mit dem Hemdchen sah ich schon sehr stark wie ein Mädchen aus. Die weissen Söckchen vervollständigten dieses Bild noch.

In dem Stapel fand ich noch zwei enganliegende, orange Tops mit kurzen Ärmeln, aber Bauchfrei. Eine graue Leggings war neben einem dickeren orangen Pulli noch im Stapel.

Nachdem ich das Top und die Leggings angezogen hatte, betrachtete ich mich wieder im Spiegel. Ich gefiel mir. Zwar war mein Schwanz durch die sehr engen Leggings deutlich zu sehen. Ich fand aber sie betonten meinen Arsch sehr positiv.

Nachdem ich die einfachen weissen Plastik-Schuhe angezogen hatte, wartete ich auf die Eva. Immer wieder wanderte mein Blick auf mein Spiegelbild und meinem Schwanz gefiel, was ich sah und er wurde langsam grösser.

«Noch ein bisschen Schminken und die Haare etwas länger und du bist ein wunderschönes Mädchen» gab die eintretende Eva mir ein Kompliment. «Oh süss, sogar rot werden wie ein kleines, unschuldiges Mädchen tut sie. Komm ich bring dich in dein neues Zuhause»

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25. Lena trifft Karl

„Mann! Du bist doch bescheuert!”

Lena riss sich den Helm vom Kopf und boxte der großen, blonden Frau auf den Oberarm.

„Dir haben sie doch sowas von ins Hirn geschissen! Bring dich doch alleine um, du Kuh!”

Sie wurde bleich, als sie den Jungen entdeckte, der auf der Flussbegrenzungsmauer saß und zu ihr herüber blickte.

Langsam kam sie heran. Der Junge sah wieder auf den Fluss hinunter, der unter ihm vorbeizog. Hier hatte alles begonnen. Er spann den Faden unaufhaltsam weiter, bis er an die Stelle kam, wo er zumindest für seinen Freund Simon ein Ende gefunden hatte.

„Wenn er und Thao hier nicht an dieser Stelle …”

„Karl?”

Er blickte zu Lena hoch, die ihm ihre Hand reichte. Die Sonne stand schon tief, es würde nicht mehr lange hell bleiben. Er musste blinzeln, als er sie begrüßte. Der Junge hatte ein paar Zeitungen auf den Steinen ausgebreitet. Lena zögerte nicht lange und setzte sich zu ihm. Er wollte gerade das Gespräch beginnen, doch kam sie ihm zuvor.

„Karl, es tut mir leid um Simon. Wirklich.”

Sie sah ihm in die Augen, vielleicht, damit er ihr Glauben schenkte. Er aber wandte sich von ihr ab, blickte starr zwischen seinen Beinen hinunter auf das träge vorbeiziehende Wasser.

„Ich weiß nicht, was du von mir willst, Karl. Aber die Bekloppte da drüben hat gemeint, es würde uns beiden besser gehen, wenn wir miteinander reden.”

Karl drehte sich um und blickte Xena an, die an ihrem schwarzen Motorrad lehnte und vor sich hinstarrte.

„Die Bekloppte da ist ne gute Freundin von mir.”

Lena legte ihren Kopf schief.

„Aber nicht meine.”

Karl hob seinen Kopf und sah sie jetzt eindringlich an.

„Warum hast du mit ihm geschlafen, Lena! Weshalb denn, verdammt noch mal?”

Lena wurde bleich.

„Scheiße noch mal! Warum machst du mich jetzt dumm an, Karl? Ich dachte, wir wären hier, um miteinander zu reden? Wenn das jetzt aber ne Anklage wird, gehe ich wieder. Kapiert?”

Sie meinte es ernst. Karl wandte sich neuerlich von ihr ab und sah wieder auf das Wasser hinunter.

„Tut mir leid.”

„Mir auch, Karl!”

„Lena! Bitte!”

Das dünne Mädchen zeigte Anstalten, aufzustehen. Karl sah zu ihr hoch. Er wollte nicht, dass sie ging.

„Hey! Setz dich bitte wieder hin, Lena!”

„Karl, was willst du von mir hören? Dass ich ihm nichts anderes geben konnte? Dass ich versucht habe, mich mit meiner Muschi von ihm freizukaufen? Fuck, Mann! Ich dachte, das wäre alles gewesen, was er von mir wollte. Ich kenn das nämlich nicht anders und es war kein Problem für mich. Ich habe gehofft, er würde sich danach endlich aus meinem Leben verpissen.”

Lena blickte dem Jungen ins Gesicht. Sie musste sich abwenden, er weinte.

„Er war mein Freund.”

Das Mädchen schüttelte den Kopf.

„Es war jemand, von dem du geglaubt hast, dass er dein Freund ist, Karl. Sorry. Aber Simon war jemand, der sich vor allem mit sich selbst beschäftigt hat.”

Wut stieg in ihm auf. Warum sprach sie nur so über ihn?

„So wie du selbst auch, oder?”

Sie lachte heiser auf.

„Klar! Lebst du nur für andere? Fuck, was bist du denn für ein Idiot?”

Der Junge schwieg. Er hätte ihr in diesem Moment gern wehgetan.

„Kapierst du es nicht, Karl? Er hat mich nicht um meiner selbst willen geliebt! Er wollte das Stück Fleisch zwischen meinen Beinen, in das er sein Schwänzchen stecken konnte, wenn ihm danach war. Oder meine Stimme hören, die vielleicht gut genug gewesen ist, um ihn auf seiner Gitarre begleiten zu dürfen. Aber sonst? Nach der Nacht, in der ich ihm das von mir gegeben hab, was er haben wollte, dachte er, ich würde ihm gehören. Es war der blanke Horror, Karl. Dein „Freund” war ein Psychopath, der mich und sich selbst in Situationen gebracht hat, in denen ich ihn am liebsten …”

Lena blickte den Jungen ruhig an.

„Er war nicht der Erste und er wird nicht der Letzte gewesen sein.”

Sie sah über ihre rechte Schulter zu der großen, blonden Frau hinüber.

„Auch sie hat einen Grund, warum sie das und alles andere für dich tut. Vielleicht nennst du das ja Freundschaft, aber es steckt Absicht dahinter. Auch wenn es dir nicht offensichtlich erscheint.”

Sie stand auf, sah auf den Jungen zu ihren Füßen hinunter.

„Du bist breiter geworden. Schaust richtig gut aus, Karl.”

Sie drehte sich um und ging auf die Domina zu.

„Was war dein Grund bei Simon?”

Sie blieb stehen, drehte sich wieder zu ihm um.

„Ich glaubte, dass jemand, der so viel besitzt wie er, auch glücklich sein müsste. Ich habe gehofft, er würde mir etwas davon abgeben können.”

Sie lachte heiser auf, es hörte sich nicht authentisch an für den Jungen.

„Ausgerechnet Simon sollte mir Glück bringen. Scheiße!”

Ihr Körper bebte.

„Scheiße! Ausgerechnet er.”

Ihre Fassade brach, Tränen füllten ihre Augen.

„Ausgerechnet er.”

Karl stand auf und schloss das dünne Mädchen in seine Arme. Er hatte sich geirrt. Dieses Treffen hatte keinem von ihnen geholfen.

„Hey!”

Karl zuckte erschrocken zusammen. escort bayan kadıköy Es war schon vor einiger Zeit dunkel geworden. Bestimmt war es schon eine Stunde her, seitdem Xena und Lena davongefahren waren.

Er musste an das hagere Mädchen denken. Wie lange er sie in seinem Arm gehalten hatte, wie lange sie und er selbst gebraucht hatten, um sich wieder zu beruhigen. Sie hatten sich nochmals auf die Mauer gesetzt, noch einmal über Simon gesprochen.

Er hatte Lena vorgeschlagen, an die schönen Situationen und Momente zu denken, die sie mit Simon verbunden hatten, und darauf gehofft, dass auch sie für sich welche finden konnte.

„Es hat sich hier nichts verändert.”

Thao sah sich um, bevor sie sich zu ihm setzte. Karl legte seinen Arm um ihre Hüften.

„Danke, dass du gekommen bist.”

Sie wandte sich ihm zu und gab ihm einen Kuss.

„Ich liebe dich!”

Er blickte in ihre braunen Augen, die ihn aufmerksam ansahen.

„Ich dich auch.”

Er fühlte ihre Finger über seine Nase und seine Lippen gleiten. Es war schön und half ihm mehr, als sie vielleicht ahnte.

„Du hast geweint?”

Er nickte.

„Lena auch.”

Thao verstand

.

„Das ist das Einzige, was neben der Zeit wirklich hilft, glaube ich.”

Ihr Kopf kam auf seiner Schulter zu liegen.

„Wie war es?”

Karl zögerte.

„Ich weiß es nicht. Ich fühle mich im Moment einfach nur scheiße, aber Lena vielleicht nicht mehr ganz so. Dann hat es wenigstens etwas gebracht.”

Thao hob ihren Kopf und sah ihn erstaunt an.

„Wieso? Ist es ihr egal?”

Karl schüttelte seinen Kopf.

„Dann hätten wir wohl kaum miteinander geheult, oder?”

Thao nickte, er hatte natürlich recht.

„Was also meinst du?”

„Durch Simons Tod hat sie für sich einen Grund gefunden, von hier zu verschwinden. Sie fühlt sich jetzt das erste Mal frei.”

Thao legte ihren Kopf wieder zurück auf seine Schulter.

„Ist viel passiert seit damals, oder?”

Karl nickte. Er wusste, was sie meinte.

„Ich hatte damals echt Schiss vor dir.”

Thao konnte nichts anderes, sie musste lachen.

„Naja. Das hat sich ja mittlerweile gelegt, wie es scheint.”

Karl wandte ihr langsam sein Gesicht zu, gleichzeitig entzog er ihr seinen Körper.

„Nein, hat es nicht.”

Die Punkerin fühlte, worum es ihm ging. Sie wollte aber nicht darauf eingehen. Nicht jetzt, nicht hier. So schwiegen sie beide, starrten wieder hinunter auf den Fluss.

„Du wolltest eigentlich nicht herkommen, oder?”

Thao schüttelte ihren Kopf.

„Nein. Wollte ich nicht. Es erinnert mich zu sehr an ihn.”

„Und warum bist du dann doch hergekommen?”

Sie schloss die Augen. Verbitterung machte sich in ihr breit.

„Wegen dir, Karl. Auch wenn es dir so schwerfällt, mir zu glauben. Ich gehe dorthin, wo du hingehst, egal, wie schwer es mir auch fällt. Das ist es, was du hören willst, oder?”

Die letzten Worte hatten gereizt geklungen. Karl starrte vor sich hin. Es wurde von Tag zu Tag schlimmer.

„Ich habe einfach Angst, dass auch du gehst, dass diese Scheiße dir wichtiger ist als ich. Es würde einfach passen, weißt du? Simon geht. Du gehst.”

Thao stieß ihm schmerzhaft gegen seine Schulter.

„Warum vertraust du mir nicht? Verfickte Scheiße, warum nicht? Du hörst dich mittlerweile schon an wie er!”

Der Junge schüttelte seinen Kopf und stand auf. Er sah nicht zu ihr hinunter, sondern ging den Weg zur Fabrik zurück. Sie folgte ihm, wusste sie doch, dass sie mit ihren letzten Worten übertrieben und das für ihn erträgliche Maß überschritten hatte.

„Warte, Karl! Scheiße! Jetzt warte!”

Das Mädchen lief ihrem Freund hinterher.

„Das war Kacke jetzt. Mann! Jetzt bleib doch stehen!”

Der Junge verlangsamte seine Schritte. Endlich hatte sie ihn eingeholt. Er aber blieb mit dem Rücken zu ihr stehen.

„Thao? Du hast es mir versprochen, oder nicht?”

Sie schloss ihre Augen, ballte ihre Hände zu Fäusten und stampfte mit dem Fuß auf den Boden.

„Ich weiß! Mensch, ich weiß es doch! Ich höre auf, gib mir nur noch ein wenig Zeit!”

„Bis zum Ende der Ferien?”

„Karl. Es ist nicht wegen mir. Bea …”

„BIS ZUM ENDE DER FERIEN?”

„JA! JAAA!”

Sie schrien jetzt beide.

„Ich kann nicht mehr ohne dich! Verdammt! Ich will nicht von dir weg sein! Das macht mir Angst!”

Sie hatte Karl noch nie so verzweifelt gesehen.

„Denkst du, mir geht es anders? Ich liebe dich doch, Karl! Glaub mir das bitte. BITTE!”

Endlich drehte er sich zu ihr um. Sie ging die letzten zwei Schritte auf ihn zu, umarmte ihn und hielt sich an ihm fest, wurde beinahe hysterisch. Wie besessen begann sie, sein Gesicht mit Küssen zu bedecken. Sie sprang an ihm hoch, umschlang seine Hüften mit ihren Beinen und brachte ihn damit aus dem Gleichgewicht. Sie fielen beide ziemlich hart auf den Boden, Thao aber schien, wie verrannt. Sie öffnete seine Gürtelschnalle, knöpfte seine Hose auf, griff unter seiner Boxershorts nach seinem escort bayan kartal Schwanz und begann diesen zu wichsen. Sie war genauso wenig geil wie er, es sollte ihnen beiden einfach nur Frieden bringen.

„Hör auf, Thao! Hör bitte auf!”

Er drückte sie von sich weg. Sie hielt inne, hob ihren Oberkörper und biss sich auf ihre Lippen. Dann rollte sie sich ab und blieb neben ihm liegen.

„Du hast recht, ich bin im Moment wirklich wie er. Glaub mir, ich hasse mich selbst dafür. Weißt du, irgendetwas liegt zwischen uns, Thao. Und ich weiß, dass auch du das spürst.”

Sie nickte, starrte vor sich hin, wischte sich über die Augen, die längst voller Tränen waren.

„Willst du dich trennen?”

Karl atmete tief durch.

„Nein! Nein!!!! Weißt du, was das bedeuten würde?”

Thao sah ihn müde an.

„Dass alles umsonst gewesen wäre. Verdammt, ohne uns hätte Simon Lena doch nie kennengelernt.”

Die Punkerin glaubte, nicht richtig gehört zu haben.

„Du gibst uns die Schuld an seinem Tod?”

Karl schwieg.

„Wem denn noch, Karl? Erst Lena, dann seinen Eltern und jetzt uns?”

Sie wurde bleich.

„Du gibst jetzt nicht mir die Schuld, oder?”, hakte das Mädchen nach.

„Nein! Hör auf damit! Hör auf!”

Sie lagen nebeneinander im Staub des Weges und starrten in den Himmel.

„Thao?”

„Ja?”

„Es wird wieder besser bei mir. Ich verspreche es dir.”

„Wir sind beide scheiße drauf, Karl. Komm! Wir gehen nach Hause, ja? Bitte! Ich will nicht mehr hier sein.”

Sie half ihm auf, er ließ es zu. Schweigend standen sie sich eine Weile gegenüber, dann senkte Karl seinen Kopf, während Thao den ihren leicht in den Nacken legte. Ihre Köpfe näherten sich einander langsam, bis sie sich schließlich Stirn an Stirn berührten. Der Kampf um ihre Liebe war nicht vorbei, aber sie waren zumindest eine Runde weitergekommen.

26. Günter und Xena

Zweimal schon hatten sich Xena und Günter seit Amelies Party wiedergesehen, am heutigen Abend stand das dritte Treffen an. Günter hatte, wie versprochen, Geduld und Zurückhaltung bewiesen, Xena indes lehnte seine Nähe nicht von vornherein ab. Sie versprachen sich beide viel von diesem heutigen Abend und hofften, dass sich wieder ein wenig von der Distanz zwischen ihnen überbrücken lassen würde.

Xena war für ihre Verhältnisse sehr locker gekleidet, eine schwarze Turnhose und ein gleichfarbiges Shirt schienen gut, zu dem geplanten DVD-Abend zu passen. Sie hatte ihre Wohnung einer gründlichen Reinigung unterzogen, Knabberzeug gekauft, Limonade, Cola, Rum und Wodka zum Mixen bereitgestellt, obgleich sie sich fragte, ob Letzteres nicht vielleicht doch zu viel des Guten war. Ein letzter, kritischer Kontrollblick bestätigte ihr, dass sie alle Vorbereitungen für den kommenden Abend getroffen hatte.

Eine Viertelstunde musste sie sich nun noch bis zu Günters Eintreffen gedulden, nochmals betrachtete sie sich eingehend im Spiegel und setzte sich dann auf die Couch, um auf ihn zu warten. Sie war aufgeregt, stellte sie erstaunt fest, ein äußerst seltenes Gefühl bei ihr, mit dem sie nur schwer umzugehen verstand.

Günter war süß gewesen, hatte ihr beim letzten Motorradausflug Blumen und ein Buch geschenkt, das von Freundschaft und Liebe handelte.

Die große Blondine grinste, sie hatte sich nie für romantisch oder emotional gehalten, dennoch hatten Günters Geschenke sie gerührt. Sie hatten sich erstmals richtig geküsst an diesem Tag, auch wenn es bei einem reinen Lippenbekenntnis geblieben war, so konnte Günter dies dennoch als gewaltigen Erfolg für sich verbuchen. War sie bereit, noch weiterzugehen? Wollte sie es überhaupt darauf ankommen lassen? Sie schloss die Augen und versuchte, sich vorzustellen, wie Günter sie berührte, seine Hände sie dort berührten, wo sie Frau war, wie er sich ihr in seiner Nacktheit näherte. Genau in diesem Moment drängten sich diese schlimmen Bilder aus ihrer Vergangenheit wieder in ihr Gedächtnis.

Ihr Atem hatte sich beschleunigt, Schweiß war auf ihre Stirn getreten. Sie musste sich zwingen, tief durchzuatmen, um sich wieder einigermaßen zu beruhigen.

Sie schreckte zusammen, als die Türklingel schrillte. Es kostete sie einiges an Überwindung, von der Couch aufzustehen und den Türöffner zu drücken. Kurz überlegte sie noch, eine Ausrede zu erfinden und ihm abzusagen, doch sie verwarf diesen Gedanken, als sie seine Hand am Treppengeländer erblickte, die zügig nach oben wanderte.

„Hey, Xena!”, lächelte Günter seine Angebetete an.

Er war in Hemd und Jeans deutlich schicker gekleidet als sie. Er sah gut aus, sehr gut sogar.

„Grüß dich! Das Hemd steht dir.”

Kurz drückten sie sich aneinander, dann trafen seine Lippen auch schon die ihren. Sie zuckte zusammen, als hätte sie sich ob dessen erschrocken.

„Geht es dir gut? Sorry, Xena, aber ich dachte …”

Sie entzog sich ihm und winkte ab.

„Brauchst dich nicht entschuldigen, Günter. Komm! Ich habe versucht, es uns schön zu machen.”

Ihr Lächeln wirkte gezwungen, Günter spürte deutlich, dass irgendetwas escort bayan maltepe mit ihr nicht stimmte.

„Komm, Xena, rede bitte mir! Ich merke doch, dass dich etwas bedrückt. Ich höre dir gern zu. Oder ist es der Kuss gewesen? Wenn das zu schnell war, dann …”

„Geh bitte ins Wohnzimmer und setz dich. Ich bin gleich bei dir, ja?”

Er wirkte verwirrt, warf ihr einen unsicheren Blick zu und ging dann zu der großen Doppelcouch.

„Bitte leg schon mal den Film ein, Günter. Und bedien dich bei den Getränken!”

Sie ging ins Bad und lehnte sich dort an die Wand. Es hatte sich etwas verändert in ihr, sie konnte es deutlich spüren. Es war an der Zeit, das Vergangene zu vergessen und ein neues Leben zu beginnen. Sie wollte nicht mehr allein sein und auch nicht mehr vor ihrer Vergangenheit davonlaufen. Günter war lieb zu ihr, zeigte sich verständnisvoll und zurückhaltend. Wie könnte sie ihm da genau das verweigern, was sich jeder normale Mensch wünscht?

Sie ging zum Waschbecken und wusch sich die Hände. Ein Druck auf die Taste der Toilettenspülung, dann ging sie zurück ins Wohnzimmer.

„Was hast du uns denn mitgebracht?”

Günter nahm einige DVDs vom Tisch und reichte sie ihr.

„Sieh sie dir mal durch bitte. Amelie hat mir beim Aussuchen geholfen. Ich hoffe, es ist was für dich dabei.”

Sie setzte sich zu ihm und ging die einzelnen Cover durch.

„Scheiße, Günter. Die sagen mir alle nichts.”

Sie spürte seinen Blick und sah ihn fragend an.

„Stimmt was nicht?”

„Du siehst toll aus! Selbst in diesen Klamotten.”

Sie lächelte ihn freudig an.

„Danke.”

Mit fragendem Blick hielt sie ihm ein Cover vors Gesicht.

„Hier! Was ist mit dem?”

Günter stöhnte.

„Was ist? Gefällt er dir nicht?”

Der junge Mann lächelte.

„Nein. Passt schon. Gib her!”

Xena runzelte die Stirn.

„Du wolltest mich aussuchen lassen, was ist los?”

Günter grinste.

„Ist eine ziemliche Schnulze. Aber ich habe es ja so gewollt.”

„Du, der hat sieben Oskars gewonnen, steht auf dem Cover. Da kann er doch nicht so schlecht sein, oder?”

Günter sah sie wehleidig an.

„Naja, er hat immerhin schöne Tier- und Landschaftsaufnahmen. Also komm! Sehen wir ihn uns an.”

Er legte die DVD in den Bluray-Player ein und setzte sich neben sie.

„Du hast echt ne krasse Anlage, Xena. Aber viel schauen tust nicht, oder?”

Xena hob die Schultern.

„Ab und zu.”

Als der Film begann, verstummte die Unterhaltung. Günter rückte ein kleines Stück näher an sie heran und schob ihr seinen Arm in den Nacken.

„Ist das okay für dich?”

Xena blickte auf seine Hand, die rechts von ihrer Schulter herunter baumelte. Ihr Körper versteifte sich augenblicklich, die Muskeln verkrampften.

„Wenn es dich stört, nehme ich sie sofort wieder weg. Versprochen!”

Sie nickte, warf ihm einen flüchtigen Blick zu und widmete ihre Aufmerksamkeit dann wieder dem Film. Ein Herrenhaus war zu sehen, inmitten einer Plantage, eindrucksvoll in Szene gesetzt mit bekannten Schauspielern.

„Tust du das alles, damit ich mich von dir ficken lasse?”

Xenas Frage hatte beiläufig geklungen, Günter antwortete nicht sofort. Stattdessen entzog er ihr seinen Arm und griff zur Fernbedienung, um den Film anzuhalten. Er richtete seinen Blick auf diese unsagbar schöne Frau, die nach wie vor auf den Bildschirm starrte, als ob der Film nie angehalten worden wäre.

„Nein! Nicht deshalb! Aber ich würde lügen, wenn ich sagen würde, dass ich nicht gern mit dir schlafen würde.”

Er ließ den Film wieder laufen.

„Oder ist es dir lieber, wenn ich gehe?”

Xena starrte weiterhin auf den Fernseher, schüttelte aber schließlich ihren Kopf. Er hielt nun Abstand zu ihr, sie fühlte sich unwohl deshalb.

„Günter, ich …, es tut mir leid.”

Sie drehte sich zu ihm hin, er aber deutete auf den Fernseher.

„Komm, Xena! Sehen wir uns den Film weiter an.”

Xena versuchte, dem Film zu folgen, doch immer wieder musterte sie Günter aus ihren Augenwinkeln heraus. Sie fühlte sich nicht wohl, verkrampft, durch eine Nervosität belastet, die sie bislang nicht an sich kannte.

„Möchtest du etwas trinken?”

Günter schien sich nur ungern vom Film zu lösen, der nicht so schlecht war, wie er ursprünglich gedacht hatte. Immerhin war er Xena nahe, auch wenn er sich in Geduld üben müsste, was er ihr auch immer wieder zugesichert hatte.

„Ich mach mir einen Cuba Libre. Willst auch einen?”

Sie beugte sich nach vorn, nahm Limetten und Eis aus dem Kühler, gab diese in ein Glas und goss Rum und Cola auf. Günter betrachtete sie von der Seite, eigentlich wollte er keinen Alkohol trinken.

„Und?”

Er nickte, der Drink sah einladend aus. Sie zwinkerte ihm zu und reichte ihm das Glas, dann mixte sie für sich dasselbe Getränk nochmals.

„Es tut mir leid. Du hast dir mehr versprochen, oder?”

Günter schüttelte den Kopf und deutete auf sein Glas.

„Dein Cuba Libre reicht mir erst mal.”

Sie unterließ es, zu antworten, setzte sich aber dicht neben ihn. Erstaunt registrierte er diese Veränderung.

„Xena, du musst das nicht tun. Wir lassen uns Zeit, okay? Es ist alles gut. Wirklich!”

Sie starrte ihn mürrisch an. Sein Verständnis in allen Ehren, doch sie fühlte sich wie eine Behinderte, der durchs Leben geholfen werden musste. Kaum war dieser Gedanke zu Ende gedacht, schämte sie sich seiner auch schon.

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Something seemed odd about him when he opened up the door to his apartment. Maybe it was something about the glint in his eye.

Coat, scarf, shoes removed, I go over to him to give our usual kiss of hell. A small smile playing over his lips he says, “I got your collar.”

Suddenly everything is spinning. Yeah, we had discussed the idea of collaring as a joke before, and I’d written it off, seeing as he hadn’t brought up for a while.

The idea was that if he captured me and made me cum, he would make me his. I glance over at the dining room table and sure enough, there are two pieces of paper, the contract, with the shining silver collar and luck sitting between them. It was to be the mark of ownership that I would wear every day.

“Wait, I didn’t agree to this!”

He holds up a piece of paper: it contains the transcript of a chat we had. At the same time, he was slowly walking towards me, forcing me to back up deeper into the living room.

“No, no, that was just a fantasy, that wasn’t real!”

“But I think you do want it, really, you just don’t want to admit it. You say right here what you want to happen when I collar you. And you know the rules: if I make you cum, you are mine.”

His eyes flashed with that particular brand of fierceness that both terrified me and excited me. His voice was low, reasonable, insistent, insinuating. He was laying a spell on me.

“No, that’s not what I want at all!” I wrest my eyes away from his and down. It is then that I realize that the only way out is through the small entrance between the living room and the door, and the only way is through him. As I try to dart past him, he neatly grabs both of my wrists. He consolidates his grip so that he has both my wrists in his left hand, and no amount of wriggling is going to get them free.

He reaches over and removes my watch. “You don’t need that here; it is now my job to watch the time.”

He removes my glasses. “The only thing you need to see here is me.”

He roughly shoves me up against the wall, hands above my head, the weight of his hips pressing my chest and hips into the wall. My shirt is shoved up, my bra clasp deftly unfastened, and both shirt and bra come off in one deft motion. “I want those breasts to always be available for me to finger and suckle.” He takes his free hand and cusps my breasts, then, finding the nipple, he squeezes hard. I make a small sound.

“That wasn’t just a cry of pain, now was it,” he murmurs in my ear, hand running up to delicately stroke just behind my ear. I can feel myself blushing.

He releases the vice of his hips binding me to the wall, as the grip on my hands tightens and his other hand slides down, down. He grabs the waistbands of both my skirt and my underpants, dragging them off my ass, then letting them puddle to the floor. He is back to pinioning me to the wall, hard cock pressing through his pants against my bare ass.

“There, much better. fethiye escort Now you are always ready to be fingered or fucked any time I want it. Because that’s what a toy is for now, isn’t it?”

He backs up some, to admire the flesh newly exposed. His hold on my wrists weakens for a moment, and with a cry of no, I wrest my hands away from him and head for the door.

My hand is on the door handle when he says, matter of factually, “You have no clothing on.”

“What?”

“You have no clothing on. It is February in New York, it’s cold out. Also the doorman and the front desk are more than aware of ….how easily you spread your legs.”

He looks down at my bare form, stopping at the Y of my legs, covered in dark curling hair.

“They seemed to relish the idea of taking you behind the desk and having their way with you. You definitely won’t receive any help from them, my little slut. Every time they see you go by, they know you are here to have me fuck you.”

He is stepping closer. Tears are trickling down my face and I am starting to panic.

“I also highly suspect that no one else is going to help you, because they know what a whore you are, how much you want to be fucked, to be used. They know how often I make you cry out in pleasure. Because of all those times they needed to sleep with earplugs, they are not going to help you.”

He has gently removed my hand resting on the door handle and brings it towards him. My vision is going blurry from the tears and I am starting to tremble. This must be a horrible dream of some sort.

“You are my girl and you belong to me. Come, it is time for me to claim you.”

I can hear myself babbling “No no no no” and I am backing up, away from him. Directly into his bedroom.

He keeps up the stream of words, about all the things he wants to my body, how he can smell my arousal from where he is, how I want this, to be owned, to be fucked, how I’m a whore who spreads her legs whenever she can. All of his words punctuated by a slow, steady step into the bedroom while I am backing up, my head shaking in denial of his words. I am trying to convince him that I am a good girl, that I don’t do those sorts of those things, but he doesn’t listen.

My thighs back into his bed. My eyes widen as I realize I am trapped. I attempt to scramble up onto the bed, away, but he is too quick.

His hands are already at both my wrists, with a tight grip that means that there is no escaping him now. His legs straddle my chest as I futilely squirm against him, gripping into the sides of my body. One of my hand he takes and raises it above my head and to an angle. In one deft motion, he secures it into a cuff, tightening the leather strap. He reaches into his pocket and draws forth a lock, which he promptly places to secure the cuff in place. With the same efficiency of movement, he secures my other wrist. alanya escort

I try to bite him, a move he easily avoids with a chuckle, tweaking me on the nipple for my impertinence.

He begins stroking, licking, nibbling on all of my favorite spots above the waist: my fingers, my neck, the undersides of my arms, my nipples. He knows me well enough to know that I am getting aroused, despite my best efforts not to.

Sure of his victory, he straddles me the other way and grabs a leg. In my momentary stupor, I don’t realize that he has tied my legs so they are bent, with a long tail of rope extending from both of my ankles. He grabs both of these tails and climbs off me, which enough to wake me up from my muzziness. I realize with horror that he is firmly pulling on them, securing first one, then the other ends to the end of the bed. I am completely bound, my legs spread wide to expose my cunt, and I can’t move in any direction.

He steps back, smiling at his handiwork. I’m eying him, uneasy.

“Wha…what are you going to do to me?”

“The ultimate sign of submission to a master is to allow him to do things to her body that she might not particularly like. She gives into the sovereignty that he holds over her and he often takes that opportunity to leave a lasting reminder of his ownership.”

It is then that I see what he intends to do, seeing the implements on a table next to the bed. I try to thrash, but I can’t move in any direction; all I can do is impotently move my hips back and forth.

Methodically, he placed a towel under me, wet my cunt with a washcloth, then proceeded to cover it in shaving cream. As he picked up the razor, holding it up high enough for me to see, I began to plead in earnest. Ignoring my words, or possibly simply getting more aroused at them, he held me still with a hand on my belly.

Even as I babbled my dissent at this new shame, I could feel myself slipping deeper into subspace. The combination of the bonds on my wrists and ankles and the slow, gentle movement of the razor were leaving me feeling increasingly relaxed. So relaxed that I didn’t notice when he began wiping me down with the washcloth with long, smooth strokes along the lips of my cunt and over my clit. It was only when I let out a low moan that I realized that I was deeply aroused, my hips also betraying my arousal with their continued thrust into his hand. His left hand wandered up and down my body, brushing against my sides, playing with a nipple, stroking my belly. Washcloth abandoned, he slipped first one finger, then two deep into my cunt, and even I could hear how wet I had become.

He withdrew his fingers and I let out an impotent sound of frustration. I heard the sound of clothing being removed and then he was on top of me. Pulling on my hair, he forced my head back and looked me directly in the eye.

“You’re going to let me fuck you manavgat escort like the good slut you are, aren’t you?”

Transfixed by the intensity of the look in his blue eyes, I could only let out a weak, “Yes, sir.” I cursed at him for how deep he had sent me into subspace but still moaned the first time he trust into me. I cursed him for paying attention all those times we had made love. He knew exactly how to vary the speed and the deepness of the thrusts, now barely coming inside me, now slamming into me hard. I could hear my moaning getting louder as I pulled hard on my bonds and clenched my hands tightly into fists.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh pleeeeeeeeeease!”

“Please, what?”

“Oh please, oh please, oh please please please let me cum!”

“What was that?”

“Oh please, sir, please let me cum. Please let me cum right now!”

“You know what will happen if you do?”

“Yes!”

“Are you sure?”

“YES, please please please please let me cum! Please!”

“As you wish.” He abruptly releases the clips holding the cuffs to the bed, rolling off me but slipping his fingers back into my cunt, thrumming against my g-spot as I rub my clit furiously. All I can think about is the approaching wave of my orgasm and how to have it crash over me as quickly as possible.

His voice is at my ear, whispering what a good girl I was, how hot I was as aroused as I was, how it pleased him to see me like this. He is calling me his slut, his whore, his queen, his own. At just the right moment he tells me to cum for him.

…and I do, breaking apart into a million pieces of my orgasm, the extended moan of release coming from my mouth as the waves of pleasure wash over my mind.

The click of something at my neck snaps me back to reality and I reach my hands up to my neck to feel a substantial leather collar locked around my neck. He is smiling down at me like the cat who ate the canary while I try to get a handle on what has happened. He gets up to undo my legs and rubs at the rope marks, but returns, grabbing ahold of my hands and pulling me upright.

“There is one bit of business left…”

My mind flashes back to the contracts on the table. Somehow, on wobbly legs, I am pulled towards the living room until I am standing in front of them. He hands me a pen and I lean over to read exactly what it says. All rather standard, really, and I’m nodding along until I get to the last clause.

“A clit ring, within the week?”

“Don’t pretend that the thought of it isn’t turning you on right now.” “Bwa?”

“Am I wrong?”

“No, but…”

“You’ve been mentioning being led around by a leash attached to a clit ring since we first met. Longer than that. J mentioned that you had talked about it with him since long before I came into the picture.”

“But…”

“And it would please me a great deal.”

“As you wish, sir,” I say quietly and sign both copies of the contract.

After I straighten, he slips the length of the silver necklace around my neck and closes it with the tiny lock. He places the equally tiny key on a chain and slips it around his neck before kissing me on the lips.

“Now that you are mine, you can come with me.”

I smile and let him lead me by the hand into the bedroom.

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Rachel was in a state as she showered for work. It was a week since she had been with Liam. She was excited but scared knowing she would see him at work that day. Her bruises from her last encounter were fading. She missed seeing the purple marks on her ass. As they faded to brown and eventually away, the memory of her time with Liam seemed to fade too. It was like a dream, a memory that she couldn’t be sure was real or imaginary. How she could forget the pleasure, the abuse and the love, she didn’t know.

Her husband had noticed only one of her marks. She had been cooking dinner on Saturday night and had her deep reddish brown hair up in the hot kitchen. Her husband was at the breakfast bar setting the table and asked, “What happened to your neck?”

Rachel didn’t even know what he was talking about at first. “What do you mean?”

“There’s some marks on your neck, like a rash or something.”

The memories flooded back, Liam’s kisses, gentle at first but then gnawing at her neck, like a hungry animal. “It must be the heat. You know I don’t handle it well.” He seemed happy with that answer.

She hated lying to him. For all his faults Chris was a good man. Their passion had waned as was normal after children and she knew there was fault on both sides. Life seemed to take over and it seemed like what had drew Rachel to Chris in the first place was what had turned her off him. In their seven years together she felt as though Chris had not grown up and fully accepted his role as a father. He loved their children but was irresponsible, giving into their whims. He placed all the ‘grown up’ responsibilities on her. She managed the children, the finances and major decisions of the family.

Rachel had felt like she was on heat all week and that morning was no exception. For the first time in many years she had went online and masturbated to porn. On Wednesday night she had waited until her husband and children were in bed then snuck into the study. She didn’t know where to start looking. Everyone said how easy it was to find porn on the internet, but its not easy when you have no idea where to start.

Rachel took a gamble and looked up the history. She smiled as she saw two days ago a free porn site had been visited. She knew her husband watched porn. It had never bothered her. At the start of their relationship, before children came along, they would watch it frequently, either fucking to it or masturbating each other to it. That time was long over now. She searched the site for what seemed like ages before she found a video that suited her.

The woman was beautiful, not a plastic Barbie doll type like many of the videos she had abandoned. She had short dark hair, small natural breast and very shapely womanly hips and thighs. The man with her was tall and slim but had a commanding presence. She fast forwarded the set up until she saw the man remove his coat and tie.

The man moved behind the woman, roughly putting his tie around her neck, pulling it tight. He bent her over the desk pulled her skirt up and ripped her tiny yellow g-string off. Rachel pushed her pajama pants down over her creamy thick thighs to her knees and rubbed her little clit.

She watched, extremely aroused and imagined herself in the actresses position. She rubbed and rubbed, in little circular movements, over her clit. Her moans were growing louder and louder. She bit her hand to muffle the noises. As the actor penetrated the actresses asshole Rachel remembered the hurt and intense pleasure she had felt when Liam took her ass. Warmth flooded Rachel’s pussy she felt the wetness of her juices on her fingers as she came.

Never in her life had the thought of someone fucking her ass made her cum. But then never in her life had anyone made it feel the way Liam did. How could an act she had always thought was preferred by men purely because they liked the idea of doing something taboo, end up being so much a part of her new found sexual preferences?

She knew it was because what she had with Liam was special. He had awakened in her something dormant. Something she had always craved but could never really put her finger on. She was fearful of her newfound lust, unsure where it would lead her.

As Rachel showered she felt her wetness starting to grow. She lathered her body with a gentle soap and enjoyed the feeling of the sponge on her body. As she cleaned between her thighs she shivered as the texture tickled her sensitive area. She took down the massaging shower head and moved the pelting hot water over her body washing the soap away. She pulled apart the batman escort folds of her skin and let the water hit her clit. She leaned her back against the cold tiles and let intense rhythm of the water wash over her sex.

After she had finished her shower and calmed down she started to dress for work. Liam had sent instructions for her appearance at work in a text message. He had been very clear, “You will wear a skirt to work tomorrow, black thigh high stay up stockings, black heels and no underwear. You will wear lightly coloured eye shadow, black eye liner, mascara, lip gloss and blush. You will straighten your hair and wear it out.”

She was unsure about the stockings as she had none. It had been Thursday late night shopping so she went to a million stores before she found any in her size. As she had put them on she worried about her thighs rubbing together as she walked.

She got up early and did her hair, she rarely straightened it, but had a ceramic hair straightener which made it easier. She did her make up and thought she looked nice. A little too dressed up for work probably. Liam had chosen well.

Rachel got out of her late model Toyota family car and headed into work. Liam was at the front end registers with Lindy when she walked in.

“Morning Rachel.” He said, “You look nice. Something special going on today?”

Rachel felt her cheeks burn. A smiled spread across Liam’s face. You bastard, Rachel thought. He wanted to see her uncomfortable, remind her he was in control and it was for him that she looked the way she did.

Lindy looked away from the customer she was serving, “Hot date tonight, darl?” Lindy was an older women. At fifty she was only two years older than Liam, but she seemed more than that with her short, large, motherly figure.

Rachel tried to laugh it off. “I just felt like looking pretty today.” Cheekily she did a pirouette, “Do you approve?” She asked more for Liam’s benefit than Lindy’s.

Lindy was the one who replied though, “Of course I do!”

Liam smiled, lips wide, teeth almost barred. He looked almost like a bear with his greying, dark reddish hair and beard. Rachel felt a surge of electricity through her body. She knew that look. It was the look he had given her when he hit her the first time. She shuddered and went to her locker.

Liam ignored her all morning. He hardly came out of his office unless called to do so. He was normally more hands on, helping out staff on the floor until the younger staff came on in the afternoon.

When it was time for her lunch Rachel went to the break room and started to eat her sandwich. She chatted as she ate with a couple of other staff members. The team got along pretty well and most people enjoyed the banter in the lunch room. She was less than half way through her lunch when Liam poked his head in the door.

“Rachel can I see you in the office?” His tone was business like and formal.

“Oooooh, trouble!” Some of her team members said. She thought they were right, but probably not in the way they thought.

Liam sat in the office chair behind his desk. Rachel walked in looking timid. He was happy with the way she looked. Her deep chestnut hair framed her round face so prettily. He loved how she looked so fresh and young. She looked younger than twenty-nine.

Rachel went to sit on a chair opposite the desk. “Before you sit down put this sign on the door and shut it.” Liam handed over a ‘Training in Progress: Do not disturb’ sign. He chuckled, amused at how appropriate the legitimate sign was.

When Rachel had done as instructed he motioned to her to come closer. He pulled her into his lap by her small waist and enjoyed her weight on his legs. He put one arm around her gently and with the other cupped her chin so he could kiss her.

His kiss was firm, but loving. He massaged her tongue with his and she kissed him back passionately. He felt her eagerness, she submitted her mouth to him, she never pulled away or closed her mouth to him. Her arms moved around his neck and she held him close pressing her plump body into his.

He pulled away before they both got carried away.

“Now, my delicious whore, we need to discuss what happened last week. You pleased me very much, but I need to know what you thought and how you would like us to proceed. I want very much to continue our affair. But you must know certain things before we can go on.” Liam paused, letting this sink in, before he continued. “I want us both to enjoy what we are doing. You must know yalova escort that I will be the one in charge. I am a dominant man, I do not like being submissive in anyway. Whatever we do will be what I want. You can request things and I’ll consider it, but it will be up to me if we do it or not. Understood?”

“Yes Liam”

“Good girl.” Liam went on. “Did you enjoy what we did last week?”

“Yes I did,” Rachel’s eyes were lowered. “All of it.”

“Good. I did as well. You are very good at satisfying me. And of course, you are gorgeous, big and beautiful as they say.”

Rachel flushed. Liam felt his erection growing in his pants. He loved her when she was nervous or embarrassed, it made her face glow in a sexy, innocent way, making her look almost childlike and virginal. The fact that he knew intimately she was neither child nor virgin excited him.

He hugged her tightly, and laughed. “Oh Rachel, don’t be embarrassed. You’re beautiful, sexy and most importantly of all a willing submissive slut. I love that about you. You must know that that’s why I want to have you so much, to own you.”

“I don’t know that… But that’s sweet, thank you.”

Liam leaned in again kissing her, gently and loving. He wanted to show Rachel he cared for her. How could he not? She was everything he had been looking for. She filled a sexual void in him that he had thought he would never be able to fill. He loved her for that.

He pulled away from her. He almost laughed when he saw the pout on her full shiny lips. “You trust me don’t you?”

Rachel nodded, “I do.”

“You know that I will never hurt you badly or more than I think you can handle. I will never permanently scar you. I have done things like this before and I will take things slowly, until you are able to do all the things I want from you. You will be trained by me to fulfill my sexual needs. Although I want you for my pleasure, your pleasure is important to me. I want a woman who enjoys the treatment she gets.”

“I know.” She seemed sure of it as she said it. Liam gave her another squeeze.

“Sit on the desk, I want to see that delicious cunt of yours.”

Rachel moved and sat her ass on the edge of the desk. Liam lifted each of her legs into the arm rests on his chair and pulled her skirt right up high.

His cock hardened as he saw she had followed his instructions. Her smoothly shaved pussy, wet with excitement seemed to be calling to him from between her stockinged thighs. He knew without a doubt that, in that moment, she wanted him, needed him and his dominance. He ran his hands over her silky legs.

“Rub your cunt for me slut!” Rachel’s hand moved to her pussy. He watched her womanly body writhe under the pleasure. Her eyes closed and her head was thrown back exposing her throat. He moved his hand up to the buttons on her blue shirt uniform. He gripped it tightly and ripped it apart, buttons flying.

Rachel protested but Liam covered her mouth and stood up to growl into her ear. “You said you were mine to do with as you please. Are you my whore?” Rachel nodded. “Good girl. Keep going.”

He didn’t remove his hand from her mouth as he caressed his other hand over the curves of her chest. He roughly pulled on her bra revealing her full breasts, nipples hard with her lust. He put his mouth to her nipple sucking them into his mouth then biting down hard. He could hear Rachel’s moans through her covered mouth. He kept going biting and pulling on her pink nipples.

He pulled once more letting her nipple slip out of his mouth. Liam moved lower, sat back in his chair and watched Rachel’s fingers as they moved in quick circles over her clit. As he watched he could smell her excitement and he felt an urge to eat her. He pushed her hand aside and shoved his face into the folds of her pussy.

He tasted her and drank up her scent. He let his tongue flick over her clit and loved how hard it was against his tongue. He enjoyed Rachel’s moans as he continued to lick her. Soon her hips started to move against him as if willing him to give her more. He gave her what she wanted and slipped two fingers into her welcoming hole. He finger fucked her tight pussy as heard her moans growing louder and louder.

“Be quite bitch! If someone hears you cumming, you’ll regret it!” Liam leaned back in and continued eating her sweet cunt. He still heard her moans but softer now and he rewarded her with a third finger.

Soon he felt her hips buckle and he felt a surge of juices against his face. He gave her a final lick as she shuddered. ordu escort She looked beautiful in her post orgasm state. He loved making her cum, hearing and feeling her enjoyment under his instruction or touch. Her face shined as she looked at him, green eyes lit up with excitement. She lent down and drew him into a kiss, sucking his lips and tongue, licking his beard, tasting her sweet cum.

Rachel licked Liam’s face clean of her juices, the taste of her cum exciting her again, as if she hadn’t just orgasmed.

“Thank you for making me cum.” Rachel said.

“You’re welcome my whore.” Liam lent back in his chair. “Now it’s my turn.”

Liam pulled Rachel’s still weak body onto the floor between his legs. She thought back to the fantasy she had had the day Liam had taken her the first time. This time she was bold enough and she opened Liam’s pants, helped him pull them down and she took him into her mouth.

Liam’s cock was already very hard in Rachel’s mouth. No doubt that he had enjoyed what happened earlier. She knew she had to pleasure him the way he had allowed her to feel pleasure. She opened her mouth and let him into herself.

She knew he enjoyed it when his cock was in her throat so she tried to open her throat and relax her muscles. But every time she did she felt her tummy lurch and she heard the sounds of her gag reflex. Frustrated she stopped trying and went back to her usual way, knowing he liked that too.

Without warning she felt a force on the back of her head and pushed her deep onto Liam’s cock again. Her throat and stomach spasmed, threatening to release. Relax! she screamed silently.

As if reading her mind Liam’s voice came to reassure her. “Relax your throat, let me in. We will get rid of that gag reflex. Not that I don’t enjoy those delicious sounds you make.” Rachel thought she was going to lose her lunch this time. She struggled and fought him trying to lift her head up. She could feel her back teeth against the head of his cock. She tried to open wider but her tongue kept blocking the way to her throat. Tears were coming from her eyes as she struggled to breath. “Be a good girl. Keep going you can do it. I’m close to giving you my cum my baby, my whore.”

Rachel closed her eyes, determined now. She had promised this man he would get what he wanted. She knew this feeling of being on edge excited her. The evidence of that was dribbling down her thighs. When she felt his cum in her mouth she sighed with excitement and relief. She had never left so owned by another person in her life. She had hated and loved every second of it. She only wanted more.

When Liam let go of her head she sucked in breath deeply. Her face was flushed. She even let out a laugh as she jumped up to kiss him. “Thank you!” She cried, showering his face with kisses. Liam laughed too. He couldn’t help it with her youthful display of joy. He pulled her into his lap again and held her tight. He wanted to crush her into him, keep her close and never let her go.

“You did very well. I love that you enjoy submitting to me, you are a very very good whore.” Liam stroked her hair as he held her head to his chest. Gently this time. His animal urges were gone now and his affection towards Rachel grew and grew. “And very special to me,” he added.

Rachel didn’t say a word, she just hugged him back. He could feel her hands and nails on his back through his shirt as she caressed him. These tender moments, as important and essential to him as the pain and abuse he inflicted on her earlier.

After a few moments he kissed her gently on the lips. “You must get back to work now baby.”

Rachel’s eyes went wide and she looked at her shirt. “Never mind about your shirt, who do you think gives out the uniforms?”

With regret he shooed her off his lap and did up his pants. Liam went to the cupboard at the back of his office. He took out a new shirt. He slipped Rachel’s old one off and put the new one on her. He did the buttons up himself and fixed the collar. He smoothed down her hair and rubbed away the dark smudges of mascara under her eyes. She looked up at him. He could see himself being lost in her gaze, her sparkling eyes, full of trust, no sign of anger for what he had done to her only happiness.

“There all better,” Liam lifted her mouth to hers once more. “I will miss you.”

“I will too.”

“Can you ever get out at night time without being suspicious?”

“Sometimes. With enough notice. Why?”

Liam pushed her towards the door. “I’ll let you know when the time comes. Until then, remember your my whore.”

“I’ll remember. You just remember that you’re mine too,” she smiled, opened the door and left.

Liam laughed again and settled back to work. He felt calm and relaxed. Probably for the first time since they had last played together. He tried not to think about his growing feelings for Rachel.

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The birds awoke us the next morning. I couldn’t believe the depths of depravity that I’d been reduced to the night before. I’d cleaned you up with my tongue last night, however residue of your delicious indiscretion remained. I lovingly cleaned your pussy while you semi-dozed, accepting, and consuming your morning pee, adding to mine, and swelling my lower abdomen painfully.

“Time for Training Day, my love. Come with me.” I followed you into the bathroom and got into position for you. One morsel. Swirl. Swallowing when told to. Two morsels. Swirl, swallowing again. A third.

“Can you taste the garlic shrimp, and the come that I’d swallowed yesterday?” I couldn’t, in fact, but it was heaven to be under you, serving this way. We’d crossed a bridge, together, and it felt beautiful that we’d shared it.

I was getting better at serving as your toilet slave. I learned to love and crave the honor of receiving your morsels. It wasn’t every day, but each time, I manage to consume more and more. It thrilled me to see that you were pleased with my progress. I knew deep in my heart that I existed to serve you. While locked, controlled, and mercilessly tormented. It had been 6 months locked by then.

The photos of your lunch came to me every day after that. Usually accompanied by teasing texts that would make me swollen and suffering for you. Tuna Nicoise. Vegetarian, Salads, very often Beans and Rice. It made me happy to see that you were eating healthy. Your morsels were fed to me each morning. Training me to be a better toilet. A Thursday arrived, and the pattern changed. Eggs Benedict, with bacon at 9AM. A bagel smothered with cream cheese at 11. Steak Tartare(you never eat beef!) at 2PM. A McDonalds Big Mac at 4PM! “WTF?” I’d never seen you eat so much food!

That evening we went out for dinner. I’ve never seen you so ravenous. After a huge, expensive dinner, followed by several rich desserts, I noticed that your belly looked a bit swollen, and uncharacteristically “poochy”. You always keep yourself in such amazing shape. I’d never, ever mention it to you, but there was an obvious bulge in your belly. It made me think about all the things you’d eaten that day, and about what was going on inside your beautiful, sexy belly.

We made love, with me wearing the long, fat, cock sleeve over the cage, feeling almost no sensation, and you came hard. I felt and heard your stomach gurgle ominously as we fell asleep together.

“Wake up, slave. It’s graduation day.” I was a bit groggy from a late night of serving you, and suffering for you. I was ready to do anything for you, however.

“Go get the large glass mixing bowl. I want to play a game.”

I wasn’t sure what you were up to, but I obeyed you without question. “Set it there. On the floor.” I watched, eyes rapt with attention as you took The Key from around your neck. The only key to the cage in existence, since you’d decided to flush the “emergency” spare key.

“Clink.” I’m karabük escort not a stupid man. I remembered the “story” that I had so blithely penned for your amusement. I knew what that key drop meant.

I watched, helplessly, as you squatted over the glass bowl containing the key, and let it go. I’ve never seen so much come out of a person other than in those ridiculous videos that we’d seen online. It’s been a year now. Locked up for a year. Constantly aching for you.

I watched as you covered the key with more of your gift than any human could possibly consume, nearly filling the bowl to the rim. I felt a deep sense of despair. “Go fetch a spoon. This will be your first of three attempts allowed. You have ten minutes, starting now. If you fail, we’ll try again next month. One spoonful at a time, starting at the top. If you cant get to the key by month three, you will be locked and denied forever, and spend the rest of your life as a slave to me, and my lovers

Of course I failed. The task was impossible, but I tried. “Aw, my poor slave! The timer has expired, and you haven’t even finished half of it! I want to help you try to complete your task for me. From now on, this is will be your only solid food. You’ll do well to remember that I can see your credit card statements, and I will be thoroughly enforcing this rule, so there will be no cheating. We’ll track the daily caloric intake on your Fitbit app. I want you to serve me for as long as I want you to live!”

“I’ll supplement your diet with Soylent drinks, if I can’t supply you with enough calories to keep living. They are a complete nutritional dietary supplement, but they are rather bland, and chalky. I want to train you to crave and appreciate only the earthy, flavorful and nutty, tastes, textures, and aromas that you can get from my gifts.”

Thankfully, your office was near our home. On most days, I got enough calories. On days where I had to travel, it was either the dreaded, bland, Soylent drink, or if practical, a frozen Poosicle kept in a cooler in my car. I adjusted my work schedule whenever possible to ensure that I’d be within an hours drive if you wanted to evacuate your bowels.

This was the only intimacy with you that I was allowed, and I always stiffened inside the cage when I’d get a text from you. Just a ?? emoji. That was all, but I knew what it meant. I’d patiently wait, or race home to wait for you, to get a feeding from you. I’d then sadly watch you leave after I’d hungrily consumed every morsel, then cleaned you with my tongue. Your tongue. My employer began asking why my expense reports no longer included any meals, and I explained that I was on a ‘specialized, personal, diet plan”.

This was the only intimacy that “I” was allowed. You, however, were getting all the fucking and intimacy that you desired. Your bull had lots of friends, and weekends were your time for “parties”. He would come over osmaniye escort with a friend or three, and I would be relegated to watching, or serving, as suited you.

By month three, I was thoroughly conditioned. It had been nearly 15 months since you had allowed your cock to be free.

After the first night, and my failure to take in all of your bull’s length, you’d started me on a training program. The progressively larger dildos that you’d used to train your tight ass to accept your bull were now training tools for me. Sometimes, you’d use them first, and leave residue of your gift on them to inspire me. It worked. By the end of three months, I’d learned to relax my throat and accept your determined, merciless thrusts with the largest and longest.

On the third attempt, at minute 09:55 on the timer, I had consumed the entire contents of the bowl. There was no key at the bottom. I looked up at you to see your oh-so-sexy, and beautifully cruel smile. My heart sank, and my sad expression made you purr. I knew that your pussy was wet at the sight of my despair and suffering.

“I’d flushed the other key when we’d started playing this game, three months ago, my slave. I’ve never had any inclination to allow you to win the game. My Bull, and his friend the tattoo artist and body piercer will be here in a few minutes to install your permanent, lifelong cage. This is who you will be for me, forever. My very real, very permanent slave. For as long as you live. For as long as I feel that I want to keep you alive by feeding you. You were trusting enough of me to provide the passwords and security questions to all of your accounts, because I’m “good with family finances”. Ha! I’ve changed them all. You’ll get a tiny allowance each week, and if you wish to earn more, you’ll make good use of that deep throat training.”

Epilogue

I woke up with a start, and a feeling of horror mixed with shame came over me. Horror and shame about the way everything turned out at the end. The dream had started out so sexy, and had turned so dark at the end! How did I possibly dream such perversity?

I rarely ever remember my dreams, and in the event that I do, the details are always frustratingly vague. I’ve often wished that I could remember them. I wished to myself that I could forget this one, at least the latter parts of it, the ones that frightened me so much. More nightmare than dream. It was so damn uncannily clear! Some of the details of the conversations throughout were a little hazy, but the early part was almost more of a memory then a dream.

As in the dream, we have been playing with the T.S. training stuff!

We have also been playing with the dildo gag, and the strap on that we’d bought together a few weeks ago! Its been almost exactly like that! That part was as much a memory as it was a dream. That has never happened to me before. It was like watching a movie of the things marmaris escort that we’ve done on our shared journey together so far.

We’ve even been including shared fantasy ideas about you cuckolding me. You often whisper filthy things into my ear while you tease my caged cock, and the sex is always explosive once you finally unlock me. Cocks don’t lie, and the dangerous fantasy was so fucking hot!

It’s been so hot to be locked up and serving you, in all ways, but you always unlock me after I’ve made you come with my tongue, or the toys, and we’ve fucked like crazed lovers afterward every time. It’s been amazing to finally be with you. To share a life together with you. The sex has been amazing. We belong together forever. I’m so pleased that we’ve begun our loving journey together, and I know that I want to be with you. For you, and for You. Forever. I’ll do anything to make you happy.

In the dream, you were so cruel, though! We’ve joked about it all along, and you’ve had such fun mind-fucking me about actually “going there”, as far as cuckolding me.

You’d even teased me by telling me a fantasy about flirting with a “guy at the office”. I knew that you were just teasing me for fun, but it always made me stir and swell, caged or not. The threat of it made my pulse quicken every time. I was happy that we’d both agreed that it’s way too dangerous and messy to pursue IRL, however. Some things are better left to “fantasy only” status.

I felt you stir sleepily next to me, and snuggle up against me. Still half asleep and heartbreakingly beautiful in your gentle slumber. It feels so damn good to feel your sexy body next to mine. Your hand always finds its way to my cock when you wake up next to me. When I’m unlocked, and you start stroking it, or take it into your mouth, we usually have a sexy, sleepy morning fuck. When I’ve been locked up for the night, or sometimes for several days, your finger lazily traces the surface of the hard cage, and you purr happily. Like you were stroking the fur of a prized pet. A possession. That invariably makes me swell up in the cage, and I immediately begin leaking pre-come in a Pavlovian response. You always enjoy pushing your finger into the opening at the end of the cage, and making me lick it up. So fucking hot. “Open your mouth, slave.” You always say, playfully. It’s sexy and fun.

You look so beautiful in the mornings. I’m always so happy to see your sleepy, happy face.

These have been the happiest three weeks of my life.

Today, as your eyes opened to look over at me, I bent forward to kiss you good morning as usual, but you stopped me.

“Baby?” You asked. “Yes, my love? I said.

“The plastic toys aren’t really doing it for me, my love. I want to feel another cock inside me.” My heart froze. That was almost exactly what you’d said in the dream.

“Remember that guy that I tell you about in the fantasy stories, the fictional ‘guy at my office?'”

“Y-es, my love?”

“He’s actually a guy that comes into the library that I volunteer at on Saturdays. He comes in every week. He has been flirting with me. A lot. I haven’t actually been discouraging him. I would never, ever, cheat on you, and ruin what we have, my love, but I think I’d like to fuck him. Are we ready to take the next step?…”

The End.

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Out of the Fire

I cried myself through a shower that night, it was a good cry, the kind that sheds pain and guilt, the kind that in the end brings a type of clarity and renewal that you only experience through loss. But truly, in the end, it accomplishes nothing. The guilt isn’t truly shed, you simply pay it homage. The pain is still there, it’s simply been acknowledged. In the end, nothing has changed, but we feel better. It’s a selfish thing really, that type of crying, it’s more of a bemoaning, but we convince ourselves that we’ve somehow paid a penance. Really, I’m not sure if there is a penance for me. I’m not sure if there is forgiveness for what I’ve done. For what I’ve done to Tom, for what I’ve done to our lives, for what I’ve done to the past seventeen years, and for what I’ve done to myself.

I had purpose. I had a life. I had a man who loved and cherished me for who I am. I had a career, a job that I was good at. I was careless. I tossed it all away for the physical. And what has that gotten me? I’ve been used in every way except in the way that I wished to be used. Instead of closing a chapter of my life, I started a new one, a dark one. All the good in my life now tainted, all the good in me tossed aside and forsaken so that I can be what? I hate to say the word, I hate to think it, but it’s the truth… So that I could be a whore. That’s what I’ve become. In one week I went from a successful woman about to get married to a whore who spends her day thinking about how I’ll get used that evening.

Over the week my mind wandered less and less to Tom, to my fiancée, and more and more to Gavin. It’s not the same mind you. When I think about Tom, however less it is now, I get butterflies in my stomach. Tom is Prometheus, a man who brought light to my life. He is everything that is good. All that I am, I owe to him. But good can get dull. We need the dark in order to appreciate the light. That’s where Gavin comes in. He doesn’t care about me. He doesn’t inspire me to strive to become the best of me, he doesn’t motivate me to be. No. He makes me wet. He’s going to use me, he’s going to humiliate me, he’s going to suppress who I am and make me his.

As the competing thoughts of Tom and Gavin float through my mind, struggling for dominance, struggling for control, I look upon them both, turn my head to one, and whisper, “Use me, I’m you’re whore.”

Tom fades, becoming a feeling, a ghost, and in the darkness, I’m left with Gavin.

I stare at myself in the mirror after my shower, after I carefully towel myself dry. The welts still crisscross my back and chest. They’re fading now. Scabs have formed where the skin had broken. Nothing deep, nothing too painful. I enjoy touching them. It’s a penance, I deserve the pain, and it turns me on. God, what is wrong with me.

“Who are you?” I ask the image in the mirror.

“You’re a whore.” My mind shoots back.

I have half a mind to go to Gavin right now, to throw myself at his feet and ask to be his. I know I won’t be a wife or girlfriend. I know I won’t be his equal. No. I want to be his whore. I want to be kept by him. Oh, how glorious. To shed everything, to shed the weight of Tom, to shed my job, to shed me, and to live as a nameless and faceless whore. To be kept a slave. The idea turns me on and I can’t help but to think I need counseling. Dear god, help me.

Everything is a chore now. Eating, sleeping, work, it’s all a chore. It’s all something I do in order to make it to the next time I see Gavin. I’m a zombie. I shuffle thoughtlessly through my day with only one thing on my mind. More than that, I consume and consume and consume. There is no satiation point, there is never enough, there is no depth to how low I will sink.

At work, going through my day in a haze, I sit at my desk and check my email and a feeling of excitement and dread fills me when I see Gavin’s name pop up. Quickly I click the email open.

Whore,

Be at this address tonight at 5.

The address is a local hotel, a seedy place.

There is a link. I follow it. It’s a craigslist ad. I cringe. There is a picture of me, one of the pictures that Gavin snapped, cum splashed across my face, my mouth open… oh god. “$eeking $ome $pecial company, tonight only. Generou$ men only. Open to all $uggestions. Call…” the phone listed is Gavin’s.

My god, what has he done? My picture is on the internet, my face, my cum splattered face, forever on the internet. What if Tom sees it? What if one of my clients sees it? Jesus, what if my coworkers or bass sees it? Sure, they’d have to explain why they were looking there, but that seems like a small transgression compared to the ad with my face plastered on it. There is no explanation, there is no excuse.

My head snaps up, I look out at the sea of coworkers through my office window, none are looking, none are staring. Oh god, someone will find out. Someone will know. Somehow this will get back to Tom. For a moment I feel good, my mind finally went to Tom… üsküdar escort it’s been days since he was my first thought. Maybe I’m not lost after all, but, this ad, my picture, it’s out there and it doesn’t matter. I’ll be caught. Tom could be my first thought, he can be my only thought, but this will get back to him… then it doesn’t matter. God.

Then my mind wanders again, this time to Gavin. Oh, how he must enjoy this, knowing that I’ve been exposed. How he must delight in this, in the humiliation of it all. And then it happens, a sickening feeling comes over me, I’m turned on by it. Dear god, the idea it turning me on. Not just the humiliation, not just the prospect of being whored out, but of people finding out, of their knowing that I’m a whore, a whore, owned and displayed. Dear god, what is wrong with me.

I’m frozen for the rest of the day. No work gets done. Sure, I shuffle papers and I make some copies. I pick up the phone and pretend. This whole part of my life has been pretend. My mind wanders back and forth like a ship entering a storm, pitching and rolling, the ups and downs. My thoughts turn to Tom and how this will devastate him, the ship pitching down and crashing. My thoughts go to this evening and what is in store for me. I’ve learned not to think I have Gavin or his plans figured out, it’s always worse, it’s always twisted, it’s always more depraved than I could ever imagine. The ship comes up from the crash, pitching forward. Then my mind goes to Gavin. I loathe him at the moment, but I smile despite myself. I almost find myself mouthing his name. He’s good looking, sure, but so is Tom. He, he , he… he owns me. I get wet at the thought of him. The ship lurches up high, but thoughts of Gavin always bring Tom to mind, the two are forever interconnected, and the ship crashes again. The time alternately drags and races, drags and races. I’m going out of my mind watching the clock, I’m anxious to play, I’m dreading it. Oh god help me.

Piggy, Piggy, Piggy

Gavin is waiting at the door to the hotel room, standing there leaning against the wall. For a moment I consider throwing the car into reverse and backing away, leaving Gavin as nothing more than a fading image in my rear view. I could leave him there, not just a fading image now, but a fading image in my life. I could go to Tom, explain everything and put myself at his mercy. He might leave, he might stay, but I’d at least have a clear conscience. I’d have to live with my choices, regret them, but they’d be done and behind me. Tom, he took me from all of this once before, but I had nothing to apologize for at the time. I was with Gavin then, I wasn’t cheating or catting around. This time it’s different, this time I made a decision to become a whore. This time I turned my back on Tom in favor of Gavin. But I also know it’s all just fancy thought flittering through my head, distractions from what I’m really thinking about… the way I’ll get used tonight. Again, it’s a defense mechanism, if I acknowledge the sin, then I’m still somewhat of a good person, even though I have no intention of not going through with this.

“I wasn’t sure if I’d come here.” I said to Gavin, closing the car door with a heavy thud.

“I had no doubt that you’d come.” He met my eye, a sure and confident look that made me look away, look down, the way I always did in the past, “You know that you love this, that you were meant for this.” Gavin could be so arrogant and smarmy, as much as it was a turn off, as much as it made me want to smack him, it was all part of this, I loved it, none of this would be the same without that arrogance from him.

I smiled, I couldn’t help it. It was odd, this moment of normalcy with Gavin in what has been nothing but a sea of depravity, “Are you going to let me in or what?” I asked, standing in front of him, closer than I would anyone else, except for Tom of course. But Tom isn’t here, this is my other life.

“Princess.” Gavin opens the door for me and extends his arm, bowing slightly with a genuine smile. I felt giddy.

It’s a typical cheap hotel room: two queen beds with that cheap and thin blanket, bland wall paper and carpet, a small table with a brandy snifter full of square condom packets, and two chairs, and a nightstand that probably has the bible in it. No room for a bible in here. The air smells of disinfectant, cheap deodorizing spray and stale cigarettes. Lydia isn’t here, it’s just Gavin and I.

“So, am I your whore for the night?” I was feeling playful and let the rules slip my mind.

Gavin smiled at me, I met his smile with one of my own. I screeched when his hand shot up, grabbing a handful of my hair and twisting it, pushing me down onto my knees.

“You don’t get to talk to me.” He whispered in my ear, almost spitting. I could hear anger, no, hatred in his voice, “You keep your whore mouth shut unless there’s a cock waiting to go in it. Understand?”

“This whore understands.” I yelled against gaziemir escort the pain.

“Are you sure? You seem to have forgotten, coming in here like some princess. You’re a piece of shit, that’s all you are, that’s all you ever were, and that’s all you’ll ever be. Understand?”

“This whore understands.”

“You have one use, for men to stick their cocks in. That’s all you’re good for. Understand?”

“This whore understands.” I’m on the verge of tears, my voice is little more than a shaky whisper. How could I have acted so brazen and bold. I forgot, I’m a whore. That’s it.

I rubbed my head when Gavin let go, it felt good, pushing against my head where my air had been pulled, reliving the pain. Pain that I earned, pain that I deserve.

“Go to the bathroom and take your clothes off, your outfit for tonight is in there. Don’t you dare come out here without it.” He said, walking behind me and sitting in one of the chairs, he takes his phone out and begins texting.

I stand up slowly and begin to make my way to the bathroom. My stomach dropped a bit as Gavin said that last part about the outfit he chose. It only takes a moment to walk to the bathroom but in that moment my mind races and goes in a thousand directions. I turn the light on and there it is. The worst thing that I could imagine is a hundred times better than this. A plastic pig nose… nothing else.

I’m shocked to say the least. All I can do is stand there and look at this plastic thing, this pink plastic pig nose with the rubber band that will hold it to my head. My god. This is beyond humiliating.

“Hurry up.” Gavin shouts from the other room, “Your first customer will be here soon.”

His voice snaps me out of it. Quickly and haphazardly I undress, almost falling as I step out of my dress. I hanging my clothes on the hook on the back of the door. I stand there, naked, and see my image in the mirror over the sink. I’m gorgeous. I’m not vain about it, I just am very beautiful, I’ve taken care of myself. I pick the thing up, the plastic pig nose, and hold it against my face and the natural beauty is gone and I’m an ugly thing. Is this what I look like on the inside? I can’t help but to wonder, I can’t help but to think that maybe Gavin knows me better than I do. Reluctantly I pull the rubber band over my head, easing it into place so that it doesn’t pull my hair, I adjust the nose so that it sits against my face smoothly. I drop my hands. Looking back at me is a woman who used to be beautiful, but who she is on the inside can now be seen on the outside.

“Let’s go.” Gavin yells, “Here piggy piggy piggy.”

I step out of the bathroom, stop, and look at him, letting him take this all in, allowing myself to be seen as I truly am.

“Oh, very nice.” He smiles, a mocking smile, he can’t help it, “But how many pigs that you know walk on two legs?”

I drop to my knees, it doesn’t really matter, there can be no greater humiliation than this pig nose. Make me crawl, make me beg, whore me out… all of it pales next to wearing this disgusting thing. On my knees, I crawl, my head down, until I’m directly in front of Gavin. Reluctantly, I look up.

“Oh, that’s priceless.” He smiles, the camera in hand, the click click click of the shutter as this moment is forever captured in a crisp high def. digital format, “What do piggy’s say?”

I blinked.

“What do piggy’s say?” the tone harsher.

“Oink?” it was nasal sounding, laughable.

“Good pig, that’s right, oink oink.” He laughed, snapping more pictures, “Go ahead, oink for me piggy, oink as you get in bed.”

“Oink oink.” I crawled up onto the queen bed, “Oink oink.”

“Good piggy.” Gavin stood up, “Turn around now, I want your pig face to be the first thing that every guy who comes here tonight to see.”

I turn slowly, my eyes are stinging from holding back tears.

“Oh, is miss pig upset?” Gavin asks in a mocking tone, “Well, are you pig.”

It’s a test, I know it. If I answer with words he’ll be irate. “Oink oink.”

“Let’s not forget that you asked for this.” Gavin said in a surprising soothingly manner, “You brought this on yourself. You want to be used and I’m just making that happen for you. You are the little piggy, I’m just taking care of you.”

Just then there is a knock at the door. It startles us both. Gavin stands up to answer the door and all of a sudden I feel vulnerable and naked. I feel exposed and uncomfortable. It’s more than the pig nose, it’s more than the cup of condoms, it’s the thought of being exposed to strangers and anyone else who feels like fucking tonight. Oh god, what have I done.

Gavin talks with the man at the door for a moment, he’s a big white guy, sloppy, still wearing dirty clothes from some menial job. Gavin opens the door wide and the man steps in, his eyes go directly to me and he laughs.

“What’s this?” he chuckles, pointing to me.

“This is your entertainment sancaktepe escort for tonight, Miss Piggy.” Gavin smiles, “She’s very good at what she does, five for a bj, ten to fuck her pussy, twenty to fuck her ass.”

“Wow, I’ll go for twenty.” The man pulls out a wallet and hands Gavin a twenty dollar bill.

He drops his pants and pushes his half erect cock towards my mouth. It’s difficult, but I take it in, his stomach pressing the pig nose into my face.

“What do piggy’s say when they’re sucking cock?” Gavin asks, once more sitting in the chair.

“oink oink” It’s garbled, my face turning red as the man begins to laugh.

“This is too much.” The man says, his cock getting harder and thrusting with more and more force, pushing the nose harder against my face. “Turn around pig.”

“Oink oink.” I turn, lowering my head to the bed.

Gavin tosses the man a condom, “These are a must.”

The stranger tears the condom open and pushes hard into my pussy. I can’t help but to moan, and I realize that I’m wet. Oh god, I’m wet. “Oink oink”

“Good pig.” Gavin coos.

The man thrusts hard, he’s not well endowed, but he thrusts with all he’s got, plunging hard into me, “Oink for me you little bitch.”

“oink oink.” Over and over, with each thrust, “Oink oink”

He pulls out and immediately presses his cock against my asshole. I relax as much as I can, waiting for this stranger to start pounding my ass. “You want it in your ass pig?”

“oink oink”

“That’s what I thought.” And he pushes in, his cock slides in nicely to my ass, still wet from my pussy.

“What a tight little piggy.”

I can’t help but moan, and worse, I can’t help it as I start to cum. Thrusting back into his cock, pushing myself, feeling it well up in me. I reach between my legs and begin to rub my clit vigorously, over and over “Oink, oink oinkoinkoinkoinkoink.”

“I’ll give you five back if you cum on her pig nose.” Gavin chimes in.

“Fuck yeah.” He pulls out of my ass and I turn quickly, taking his cock in my mouth, the condom still on his shaft.

“Peel it off with your mouth pig, you know the drill.” Gavin instructs. I do know the drill, this was how I took care of strangers seventeen years ago.

I shove my mouth all the way down to the bottom of the shaft and grip tight with my lips, rolling the condom back with my mouth, then spit it out, “Oink oink”

Furiously the man begins to jerk his cock, his eyes closed as he arched his back slightly. I wait, my mouth open, waiting for the hot gush of cum, then he grabs my head and pushes down. Cum blasts my forehead, another gush across the nose, droplet’s splashing into my eyes. I

“That’s perfect.” Gavin laughs, here you go. I assume he’s handing the man five dollars.

“Oh god.” The man moans, still jerking his cock, slowly now, he presses it to my mouth and I open instinctually. The last drops are milked into my waiting mouth and I suck and swallow, moving my head up and down his shrinking shaft.

“Thank you miss piggy.”

“Oink oink” I open my eyes, blinking past the burning until it’s gone.

The man pulls his shriveled cock from my mouth, bends down, picks up his pants and buttons them. He never even stepped out of his pants. My god, I’m officially a whore.

It wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted Gavin’s cock. I didn’t want a stranger, I didn’t want some random guy. I wanted Gavin. No, I ached for Gavin. But after a week of teasing, after a week of torment, it didn’t matter. Any cock would do. This one, as small and quick as it was, was perfect. It felt so good to cum.

Another knock.

I’m not going to explain each man. It’s all the same, it’s all a blur. The same offer, five for my mouth, ten for my pussy, twenty for my ass. Most took the offer for my ass, but there were plenty that were satisfied with a blowjob. A few of them couldn’t get it up, I sucked them and sucked them until their limp cocks exploded in my mouth. Some of these men were clean, others had just come from work and were sweaty, others hadn’t showered in what smelled like weeks. There were a few men who didn’t want to touch me, they just jerked off in front of me, Gavin had me lap up their cum, oink oinking all the way. To say that I was sore and sloppy a few hours into this is an understatement.

Incredibly enough, I was able to forget about the pig nose on my face. Don’t get me wrong, the look on the men’s faces immediately reminded me, the smirks, the smiles, the piggy comments. It all brought it home, but I didn’t care. I am a pig. I am a whore. So they see on the outside what I look like on the inside, a cum covered fuck pig. Yes. That’s all I am. In a weird way, I almost wished that Tom would walk through that door, so he could see me for what I really am, maybe he could appreciate it, and understand…

Another knock. Jesus, how many men does Gavin have lined up for me? Gavin is talking to the man in the door way. I get myself adjusted, still on my hands and knees on the bed. Cum is plastered all over my face and ass and back. It’s been sprayed into my hair, it’s dripping down my chin and nose. I’m a slutty pig mess.

The same offer to the man, he pays and walks in.

“Oh shit, it was you in the ad.”

I look up, dear god, my stomach sinks and my heart starts beating fast. This is bad.

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It was a beautiful early fall evening; about 72 degrees, with a soft gentle breeze blowing through the air. The sun still lingered in the west, almost as if it didn’t want to leave the day and the beautiful setting. It was indeed a sunset worth capturing on canvas.

There was a large hill that gradually sloped down to a gentle bubbling brook that snaked its way through a long valley. The hill was decorated with hundreds of blooming wild flowers; adding rich color to the area. Interspersed were a variety of trees that offered cool shade for those heated days.

On top of the hill was one large majestic oak that had been standing tall for many years. It was strong and stout but at the same time had a gentle nature to it. Its strong branches stuck out; each holding dozens of smaller branches, as if giving new life. The branches were filled with thousands of leaves that eagerly soaked up the rays of the sun as they gently rustled in the breeze.

On the side of the hill a doe stood eating grass as it nursed its young fawn. Birds circled the air, singing their songs of happiness for the nature around them. Dozens of squirrels playfully chased one another, occasionally pausing to bury a nut or two for the winter ahead.

Marty and Marlene had been to this site several times as it was kind of their special place. Fortunately for them, no one else had yet found its beauty and so they were able to bask in the serenity, unmolested by other’s presence. Many a summer evening would find Marty and Marlene visiting their private site. Often they as lovers, would lay naked under the oak tree together, savoring the joys of each other’s bodies.

Marty was a tall 6’3′, handsome stud, with deep penetrating eyes and a strong muscular build. He was every bit a true man. Marlene was a 6 foot tall blue eyed blonde with a gorgeous body that spelled femininity. Most men would die to spend an hour with Marlene and women swooned over Marty. Marty and Marlene, however, were totally devoted to each other and true lovers.

They were also lovers in a special sense that had deep roots. They had met when they were in their early twenties and were instantly attracted to each other. Marlene wanted a strong man who would both cherish her and also protect her; one she could submit to. Marty wanted a woman who he could love and protect and would yield to him body and soul, because she wanted to.

They started dating regularly and became instant lovers but had yet to test the nature of the relationship or its depth. Marlene yearned to see the signs of strength in Marty and he yearned to see the signs of a submissive woman. Their chance came only a month after they had started to date.

Marlene was in a feisty mood that night and was giving Marty quite a bit of lip. Marty did not realize it but she was testing him to see how much he would tolerate and if he would be man enough to put her in her place. It was a gamble because Marty just might get tired of it and order her to leave. The very nature of the relationship was about to be tested.

It didn’t take long for Marty to tire of her antics and decided to take action. Without warning he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her over to the sofa. He quickly sat down and pulled the struggling Marlene down over his knees. Marlene was already finding out how strong Marty was.

“What are you doing?” she shrieked. Marty did not respond but quickly lifted her short skirt and lowered her panties past her knees.

“Stop it now!” she pleaded, but it did no good.

Marty immediately began to spank her round bare behind with his strong meaty hand. Marlene squirmed and wiggled but could not get away. Although her bare behind was hurting, Marlene was also undergoing a psychological adjustment as well. She had tested Marty to see how he would react and was finding out. Down in her soul she was beginning to feel she was right where she belonged and getting what she deserved.

Marty could sense what was happening as Marlene yielded to his strength, but he needed to test the strength of his power over her. Marty did not want a woman who he could simply overpower but a woman who loved him and would willingly submit to him.

Marty let Marlene get up and told her,. “I love you but I will not tolerate disobedience to me.”

Marlene put her arms around him and told him she loved him as well. Marty went on to tell her that she must be willing to submit to him of her own free will, even if that meant being punished when she deserved it. As Marlene listened, her soul and body were reacting in unison. She loved his forceful manner and her soul wanted to submit to his soul. Likewise her body was feeling passion throughout and wanting to offer herself to him.

Finally, Marty asked her directly, “Marlene, do you wish to submit to me body and soul? Know full well that I will dominate you and control you, but out of my love for you.”

Marlene did not have to think long and finally zonguldak escort said simply, “Marty I yield my soul and my body to you willingly as a symbol of my love to you.”

Marty was thrilled but now was ready to test the depth of Marlene’s commitment to him. “Stand up Marlene,” he ordered and she quickly complied.

Looking her in the eyes he said, “Marlene I am going to strip you naked and then I am going to give you a good sound spanking all over your bare behind, do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” Marlene responded softly. She was not sure of what was about to happen and how she would feel about it but she was taking the first step towards total submission.

Marty stood in front of her and as he looked into her pretty blue eyes he slowly stripped her naked. Marty could see the look of anxiousness in her eyes but also the look of a submissive who was willingly to give up her body to him for discipline.

Once Marty had her naked he told her to go into the bedroom and get his hairbrush from off the dresser and wait there until she was called. Marlene left to do as she was told while Marty got a straight-backed chair and sat it in the middle of the room. Once he had done that Marty quickly shed all his clothes as well.

Marty now sat down in the chair and then in a firm voice called to Marlene to come to him. Marlene walked out of the bedroom in all her naked beauty carrying the hairbrush. She gasped slightly in admiration when she saw Marty sitting there, waiting for her. He looked so strong and viral and quite capable of handling a woman like her. Her naked beauty walking towards him likewise took Marty aback. He was almost tempted to simply pick her up and take her to the bedroom, but he had a job to do.

She walked over to where he sat and Marty took the hairbrush from her. “Over my knee Marlene,” he commanded. She dutifully draped her naked body down over his bare thighs. Marlene was thrilled to the touch of her naked body pressed up against his hard strong body. Marty loved the feel of her naked body rubbing against him and had to remember why she was there.

“Marlene,” he said, in that firm voice she loved so much, “I do love you very much and because I love you I must now punish you, so you will always know who the boss is.”

“Yes my love, I understand,” Marlene answered submissively.

With the preliminaries out of the way, Marty then proceeded to give Marlene a very good long hard spanking all over her bare behind. Before it was over her naked body would end up squirming and wiggling against his naked body, with her shapely legs kicking back and forth. She would be crying howling and begging and pleading for mercy. She was a woman in total conflict, feeling both pain and pleasure. The most important thing though was she did not try to get away. She knew she was right where she belonged, lying naked over her lover’s bare thighs being soundly spanked by him.

Once her spanking was over, Marty led her to the bedroom and they had the best love session they had ever had. Marty had dominated, controlled, and disciplined her and now made sweet love to her. That day sealed it for the both of them and Marlene knew she would submit to him forever. This was only the first step for Marty and Marlene that would lead down a long trail of the disciplining of a submissive woman by her dominant male lover.

Over the next few years Marlene was disciplined by Marty often as she learned the true blessings of submitting to one’s lover. Marty not only disciplined Marlene but tried to vary both the style of punishment and the various instruments he used on her. By the time a year was over Marlene never knew exactly how she would be disciplined, just that it would be good sound discipline.

One summer afternoon Marty and Marlene were on an extended hiking trip together when they stumbled on the Hill. They both fell in love with its beauty and serenity. It would be a perfect place to make love, which they both enjoyed. Marty had a smug look on his face as he had other ideas for things to do on the hill.

It took him a few days to make preparations but was finally ready to take Marlene back to the hill. Marlene was told to dress in her short red shorts and her white blouse with all the frills down the front and a deep plunging V neckline. She was also instructed to wear her strapless red bra and matching panties and her sandals. Marlene was already, suspicious that she was going to be disciplined today because Marty always made her dress in something sexy when she was going to be disciplined by him. Her suspicions were confirmed when they left the house and Marty carried the bag that normally carried his discipline toys.

They reached the top of the hill and spent a few moments surveying the view. Then without a word being said, Marty took Marlene by the hand and led her over to the oak tree. There was one large, strong branch that stuck out several feet and about 8 feet off the ground. Marty made Marlene bursa escort stand under the branch and slip off her sandals. Marty then undid her blouse and removed it delighting in her strapless bra that barely contained her full breasts and nipples. It seemed like those full breasts were almost begging to be set free.

It was now time for Marty to open his discipline toy bag. The first thing he brought out was a long bar about three feet long that had rings on the ends and a circle ring in the middle. Marty then produced two wrist cuffs and put them on Marlene’s wrists. Once they were attached he secured each of her wrists to one of the ends on the bar spreading her arms and hands apart.

Marty now produced a rope that he threw over the limb of the large oak tree that Marlene was standing under. He looped one end of the rope through the circle in the center of the bar and tied it tight. Now by pulling on the other end of the rope the bar holding Marlene’s wrists was pulled over her head so that her hands were now spread apart over her head. Marlene’s body was now completely available to Marty.

Marty stood in front of her, unbuttoned her shorts and slowly lowered them until he had them off. Marlene now stood before him in just bra and panties. Marty loved to see her like this in bra and panties and his manhood saluted her. Looking into her eyes, he unhooked her bra, and those magnificent breasts burst into the sunlight, glad to be free.

It was now time for her lacy red panties to come off so she would be completely naked for her discipline. Marty kissed Marlene gently and then inserted his fingers into the elastic of her panties. Once again he looked into her pretty blue eyes and she into his dark piercing eyes as he started to pull her panties down. The eyes are, of course, the windows to the soul and it was true for Marty and Marlene. In his eyes she saw the strong forceful man who she had yielded her soul and body to, and he saw the look of total submission in hers as he removed her panties.

Marty never ceased to marvel at Marlene’s beautiful naked body. She had such a sweet innocent face with luscious looking lips and the prettiest soft blue eyes. Her skin was smooth as silk to the touch and very lightly tanned. Her breasts and nipples curved down nicely and then the underside curved backup meeting at two succulent nipples. They rode high on her chest and were separated by a deep cleavage. Her abdomen was smooth and firm with no signs of fat anywhere. Below her abdomen and her stomach, her hips were nicely curved before tapering down to her long shapely legs with her firm but soft thighs. Between those thighs lie the V patch of fine pubic hair barely covered her love channel.

Marty briefly soaked in her naked beauty but then returned to his main chore. He pulled out two long strong stakes with rings on one end and placing them about two feet away on each side of her, quickly hammered them into the ground. Marty now pulled out two ankle cuffs and put one on each of her ankles. Then one at a time he spread her legs apart and secured each of her ankles to one of the posts in the ground.

Marlene was now naked and spread eagle under the old oak tree; firmly secured. It was a sunny day, flowers on the hill, a bubbling brook, a gentle breeze, deer grazing, birds singing, and a beautiful naked 24 year old blue eyed blonde naked and spread eagled. Does it get any better for a beautiful scene?

Marty quickly undressed himself, wanting to be naked when he disciplined Marlene. He looked into his toy bag and was delighted at the possibilities of instruments to use on her. He finally selected a slapper to use on her, which is a leather rod about three feet long with a flat piece of leather on the end.

Marty now stood in front of Marlene and said simply, “Present yourself to me.”

Marlene knew what that meant and she arched her back and thrust out her breasts and nipples towards him to receive their part of the discipline. Marty now began to slap her breasts and nipples with the slapper causing red marks to slowly cover them. He worked his was down her naked body covering her abdomen, her stomach, her hips, and her thighs. He especially loved to strike her soft inner thighs knowing she could not close her legs,

After about five minutes with the slapper Marty paused and went over to his bag and pulled out a ridding crop. Standing in front of the helpless naked Marlene he began to strike her all over the front of her beautiful naked body starting at her breasts and nipples and working down to her thighs. The crop left small welts as it bit into her flesh over and over again.

Marlene whimpered softly as the crop whistled though the air finding its mark over and over and over again. She struggled against her bonds but they firmly held her in place. Marty allowed her to struggle, as he loved to see her naked body twisting and turning but unable to get away. The oak tree looked down on her malatya escort struggling helpless naked body as if to say I’ll hold her while you whip her. The birds continued to chirp and sing as if unperturbed by the whipping of this beautiful naked woman. The doe was unperturbed as she nursed her fawn. It was almost like they saw it as sort of natural for her to be whipped by her lover.

After covering the front of her naked body with small welts, Marty went to his toy bag and pulled out a whip about three feet long. Moving behind Marlene he began to whip her backside starting with her back, then her bare behind and finally her thighs. Over and over the whip landed on her backside with crisscrossing marks from her shoulder bladed down to the back side of her knees. Marty was skilled enough to leave marks that showed, but would be gone in a few days. Marlene whimpered and struggled against her bonds but was held in place as the whip continued to find its mark.

Eventually the marks from the whip blended together so that Marlene’s entire backside from shoulders down to her calves was a bright red. Marty finally laid the whip down and had one more toy for Marlene. He reached into his toy bag and pulled out a small paddle. The paddle was a thin wooden, one like kids have with a rubber ball attached to it, but the ball had been removed. Marty preferred the thinner lighter paddle because although it stung it did not cause as much damage to the skin as a thicker paddle. Therefore he could use it on Marlene a lot longer.

Marty now stood to Marlene’s left and put his left arm around her front side just under her breasts and the left on her back so he could hold her in place. This position also caused his manhood, now hard and erect, to rub against her bare side. Marlene was thrilled to feel his naked body against hers with her breasts resting on his strong left arm. Marlene knew she was about to be paddled but the feel of his naked body against hers made it seem easier to take.

With nature’s beauty all around them, Marty began to paddle her already very red bare behind. Marlene struggled a little but it only served to cause her beautiful body to rub more against Marty’s naked body, which pleased Marty as well. So as her naked body twisted and turned what little it could, the paddle continued to find its place landing over and over on her bare bottom cheeks.

Marlene was crying softly now but they were tears mixed with feelings of pain and pleasure. The pain on her bare behind was becoming almost unbearable but the pleasure of submitting to her lover so completely filled her soul. Marlene knew she deserved to be punished and was grateful that she had a lover who both loved her enough to give her what she deserved, and was man enough as well

The pain gradually overwhelmed her and she pleaded with him, “Please no more Marty please.”

Marty loved to hear her plead with him, symbolizing her awareness that he and he alone was in charge. Marty paddled her for another full minute delighting in how her naked body responded to his naked body and the paddle.

Finally Marty stopped and lay the paddle aside. He reached into his toy bag and brought out a large bottle of rubbing ointment that would sooth the bruises and welts on her naked body. The very strong hands that had whipped and paddled her were now caressing her naked body gently. Over and over he rubbed every part of her nakedness with soothing lotion, as a lover should. In Marlene’s mind the pain of discipline was quickly fading as the man she loved gently caressed her beautiful naked body.

Marty finished her soothing rub and now stood in front of her, his naked body inches from hers and kissed her ever so gently. Her naked body was still spread eagled and totally available to him. Once again they were looking into each other’s eyes with the look that only lovers share.

Marty pushed his naked body against hers and the tip of his manhood rested against the entrance to her love channel. Marty took her chin in his hand and looked deeply into her pretty blue eyes lovingly and she into his also lovingly.

Then Marty took Marlene completely by surprise, “Will you marry me my love?”

Marlene began to cry, but they were tears of happiness. Marlene knew full well that it meant she would be his forever and that would always include discipline when she deserved it. Marty waited patiently for her to stop crying, and when she did her sweet red lips began to smile and her eyes brightened.

“Yes Marty,” she whispered, “I will be yours forever, yes, yes, yes.”

Marlene felt like she was in a wonderful dream and it was about to get better. She felt so happy she wanted to say “yes” a hundred times. Marty listened to her yes’, overjoyed himself. Then as Marlene continued to say ‘yes”, Marty in one full thrust pushed his manhood up inside of her moist love channel. It was almost symbolic of cementing the bond they would have forever. He would dominate her, including disciplining her when she needed it, and she would submit to him forever.

It would be hard to tell from the words if Marlene was still celebrating her permanent submission to him or was feeling the physical pleasure in her naked body. As Marty continued to thrust his manhood back and forth inside her love channel, her voice could still be heard.

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It was a warm summer evening and a light breeze came in from the sea. The spacious cottage faced the sea and was separated from the beach by a narrow cobbled road. The porch opened directly on the road and was only a short jog to the sea. There was only other house, a similar cottage, in the vicinity. But there was a yard between the two, a garden of sorts, beautiful to lounge around on warm winter afternoons.

Angela sat at her porch, enjoying the coolness of the breeze and reading her book. The breeze was a welcome relief from the heavy dreariness of the afternoon. The summers here could get quite trying. But the evening was pleasant, and she drifted off. She had been dozing for maybe fifteen or so minutes when a noise woke her up.

She had predicted correctly, it was Ray, cleaning up after himself in the kitchen. And whatever he cooked, it smelled heavenly. Hungry. Ray looked at her with his beautiful blue eyes and long dark hair. Slightly scared. He was always a little terrified of Angela. She could be very unpredictable but more exactly, because she could throw him out on the streets and he would have nowhere to go.

Beautiful, young Ray, all of nineteen years old had left home to go to the big city, to make a man of himself and had ended up at this idyllic coastal town having spent whatever little he had. Angela had taken him in, given him a roof çeşme escort to stay under and food to eat. Her actions were less of a Good Samaritan and were more of a hungry cougar.

Angela was that. Thirty seven years old, made of solid muscle and working as the sheriff of this town. She was super fit, years of amateur boxing and strength training had given her a body that most people envied or feared, depending on which side of her, they were. Her blonde hair, angular face and large dark eyes combined with that body, made her a sight to behold.

She had plenty of admirers but most would run at the slightest hint of what she wanted from them. Most men were afraid of the alpha that she was, not Ray. Ray did not really have a choice.

Angela had given him food and shelter and the promise of paying his passage back to his home, but before that he had to earn his keep. And he did earn his keep, rather his body did. He did not only cook and clean and wash and do all the domestic work for Angela, he submitted to her physically as well.

It wasn’t like Ray found Angela undesirable, or anything, just that her sexual needs were never ending and more often than not humiliating for Ray. And yet, with each passing day, he felt a growing bond with her. He felt lucky to serve her and be with her and sometimes başakşehir escort he waited impatiently to be used by her. And at other times, he hoped for all this to end, he hoped for when she would finally pay him his passage, he hoped to be home.

Right now, though, he was serving Angela her food, the delicious dinner he had cooked for her. Waiting on her, for whatever she would demand during dinner, and only after she had had her fill and her way with him, would he be allowed his dinner. And then back to serving her again, on her bed or wherever she wanted him.

Ray hoped that Angela liked her dinner, if she did, he might have an easier evening. Unbeknownst to him, Angela loved his cooking, always. Her ‘easy’ or ‘tough’ evenings depended entirely on her mood. And tonight would be a tough night for Ray. She was already craving to do nasty things to him.

“Get me the remote and get under my skirt”, she ordered, relaxing after dinner. Ray knew what he had to do. He had to start at her ripe arse. Small sniffs while telling how wonderfully fragrant she was and how he craved to sniff her ass all night and plead her to let him taste it, taste her ass. Angela knew that Ray didn’t enjoy licking her ass, and knowing that made her happier. Angela was a firm believer in being natural, as küçükçekmece escort such, her armpits, arms, legs and pussy and arse were all very hairy. And Ray hated having to swallow arse hair every time he licked her there but he hated angering her more. So like an obedient servant, he licked her ass, while she played with herself.

It wasn’t too long before she came and when she did, she did on his face and in his mouth. It was a sight that never failed to arouse her more, she the dominant goddess coming from having her hairy ass licked, he the servile boy, kneeling naked on the floor, cum drenched and devoted. And aroused she did get. She held his cum soaked face firmly and spat squarely on it, then she mounted herself on it and started roughly grinding. Ray moaned out loudly, from the pain and discomfort, she stopped for a second and slapped him twice for interrupting her rhythm. Ray didn’t dare make another sound till she came again.

Totally used and exhausted, Ray fell back on the floor and Angela took this opportunity to sit on his face. But this time, she wanted Ray to open his mouth. She spread her lips and told him in no uncertain terms what he could expect, if even one drop spilled over.

“Drink my superior piss, bitch! Drink it all and tell me you love it!”

Ray swallowed everything, he had gotten quite good at this and he cleaned her up afterwards. Angela threw him aside and forbade him to clean up. She wanted him to smell of her pussy and her urine all night, she wanted her servant to know, in no uncertain terms, that she was the boss!

Angela went off to bed, Ray stayed on the floor with her piss and juices on his face. The mistress had marked him, and claimed her territory!

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Jane’s birthday was fast approaching and Ron gave her a choice of how to celebrate. Knowing Jane as well as he did, he should have realized which alternative she would jump at.

“Gorgeous,” Ron said, “Which would you rather do for your birthday on Saturday? Go out to dinner at a restaurant of your choice or stay home all day and have as much sex as you want in as many different ways as you want in as many different locations as you want?”

Well it took Jane less than half a second to make her decision and respond gleefully. “SEX. Definitely. An all day sexathon, please!” Jane replied with great excitement in her voice and a big kiss on Ron’s mouth.

“OK, hun. You get to choreograph the whole day. You plan it out and decide exactly what we are going to do. Anything you want!” Ron told her, hoping her imagination would run as wild and free as possible. He loved it when she took the reins and was in charge sometimes. It really turned him on the way she got so into sex when they made love that she lost control. In those moments she turned into a pure animal, feeding her lust, hell bent for pleasure and it was exciting to watch.

Jane had five days to make her plans but the first idea came to her right away. She wanted Ron to tie her spread-eagled on the bed and see how many times he could make her come in two hours. When he called from work at lunch time the next day to say hello, she told him her idea.

“Oh, you naughty girl. I love the way your mind works. What are you going to have on while you are tied up?” Ron asked.

“Just one of those black lace crotch less body stockings you bought me. Remember how they fit me like a glove and are so sheer that you can see right through them?” she described.

“Sure I remember. Hell, my pants now have a wet spot on them just thinking about it. What else do you have planned for us for Saturday?” Ron asked.

“Well, if the weather cooperates, after dark I want to go outside to the front yard and fuck your brains out on the grass right in front of the house,” Jane announced, her voice betraying her excitement.

“What if the moon is out and the neighbors see us?” Ron responded, obviously only half caring.

“Come on now, Ron, you said I could have anything I wanted, right?” Jane reminded him.

“You’re right, hell with the neighbors,” decided a thoroughly aroused Ron.

Finally Saturday morning arrived. At about six a.m. Ron woke Jane up by pulling back the covers and going down on her before she was even fully awake. He pulled her to the end of the bed and raised her legs up over his shoulders so he could immerse his face in her glorious pussy.

The man adored eating her cunt and she always responded with such moans, groans, and cries of pleasure that it kept him motivated to continue to lick and suck her clit till she dug her heels into his back and screamed that she was coming. And he wouldn’t’ stop there either. He knew she was multi-orgasmic so he’d just keep going, keep giving her more and more delicious pleasure and she soaked it up even though she was barely awake.

Sometimes he would make slow circles around her clit just to tease her. When he did that he could hear a change in her whimpers. Then he might run his tongue up and down her pussy from the bottom of her cunt up to her clit and back down again, over and over. That felt wonderful and brought on a whole different sound out of her throat. Finally, when she’d beg that he was driving her crazy, he’d concentrate on flicking her clit as fast as he could and Jane would begin to whimper faster and faster as she approached another orgasm.

“Oh, God that feels good, sweetie. Please don’t stop,” Jane begged and seconds later her whole body tightened as she reached a peak of excitement. “I’m coming, baby. Oh, God, I’m coming again,” she screamed and felt her body relax.

Ron wiped his saturated mouth and chin on his t-shirt and climbed back up onto the bed next to Jane. He looked bahçelievler escort into her green, satisfied eyes, and said, “Happy Birthday my love.”

“Thank you sweetie. What a wonderful way to start the day. What time is it anyway?” she asked.

“It’s only a little after six,” Ron told her, knowing that was early for her. She needed more sleep than he did so he wasn’t surprised when she asked if he minded if she closed her eyes for a few more winks. “Sleep as long as you want, love. I’ll be in the other room.”

Jane went right back to dreamland and woke up two hours later feeling great. Just as she awoke, in walked Ron with two envelopes in his hand. Birthday cards!! God how she loved getting cards. Any occasion, holiday, celebration, you name it, or for no special reason at all.

Getting a card with a sweet note written in it was way better to her than a dozen roses or jewelry. She loved being able to re-read the words on the card and in the note and feel the love that went into it. And here was the man she loved with not one but two birthday cards for her. What a treat! And she nearly cried when she read them they were so perfect. So sweet. So loving. She couldn’t remember a better birthday and it was only starting!

After properly thanking Ron for the beautiful cards with hugs and kisses, Jane make them French toast for breakfast and presented Ron with an important element of their sex fill plan for the day. A little beige pill called Cialis. A wonder drug that gave Ron better erections and made everything more fun for both of them.

While Ron was taking a shower and shaving, Jane donned her slinky black body-stocking and attached their restraints to the four corners of the big king sized bed. She then lay back and waited, anticipating with excitement what was in store for her.

When Ron walked into the bedroom, still damp from his shower, he was delighted with what he saw. “Wow, do you look sexy!” he said. He quickly dropped the towel and began to attach the Velcro cuffs to Jane’s ankles. They left her legs spread wide apart, her pussy open and exposed completely. Then Ron tied Jane’s wrists with the ropes at the top corners of the bed and surprised her with a blindfold. When she asked him a question, he told her “Shh. No talking.”

Seconds later Jane heard one of her favorite sounds; the steady buzzing of her little blue vibrator. Ron ran it gently at first over her pussy lips, teasing with a light touch, then left it linger for a moment right on her clit, knowing it would arose her instantly. Ron was in no hurry though and wanted to prolong Jane’s pleasure this time around so he put the vibrator on pulse instead of constant and put it right into her pussy.

Then he did something really surprising. He walked away. Jane had no choice but to lay there. She was tied down and couldn’t move. She did discover though, that if she moved her head to the right she could grab the blindfold with her right hand and peak out. When she did this, she saw Ron coming out of the bathroom. He’d caught her cheating! Immediately he retied the rope so her hand was up higher out of reach and rearranged the blindfold so she couldn’t see.

Again, he left her lay there all alone with just the rhythmic buzzing of the vibrator in her pussy to keep her company. It was just enough to be titillating without being strong enough to get her off no matter how she squirmed trying to rub her clit against it.

Jane could hear from the kitchen what Ron was doing. He was taking his morning vitamins. She could hear the rattle and clink and each bottle. It was only a few minutes and she could hear him reenter the bedroom. When he sat down on the bed next to her she sighed with relief. Then he started to give her some real thrills. He began to move the vibrator around on her pussy and stroke her clit with it. He turned it back on to full power and she began to bağcılar escort moan, feeling herself get more and more excited as her toyed with her. Ron plunged the vibrator into Jane’s cunt and leaned down to lick her clit with his tongue.

“Oh, that’s feels good, baby,” Jane said.

Ron continued to play a waiting game with Jane, making her moan and groan more and more loudly as she became more and more excited, edging toward a huge orgasm. He could feel the tension in her body and she squirmed and whimpered, telling him without words that she was dieing to cum. Finally, when he had the vibrator right on her clit, rubbing it back and forth as fast as he could she screamed loudly. No words. Just a primal scream of pure pleasure.

As Jane was catching her breath, she could feel Ron getting off the bed and heard him turn on the TV and DVD player. Guessing what he was up to, her prediction was soon confirmed when she heard familiar music and the distinctive heavy breathing of one of Ron’s favorite porn movies. “Insatiable” with Marlyn Chambers.

Hard to believe she was once the Ivory Snow commercial girl to see her radiant with sexual energy in her X rated movies. To see her in action you could only believe that she was really enjoying herself whether she was eating another woman’s pussy, getting fucked by John Holmes, sucking some guy’s cock, or just masturbating. She really did seem insatiable. It reminded Jane of Ron’s nickname for herself—Glutton.

Ron said she was a glutton for sex and he meant it in the best possible way. He loved it that she loved sex so much because he did too. Their imaginations and appetites fed off of each other and kept things from getting into a rut. They each loved to please the other and took pleasure for themselves both in turn and together.

Jane knew that watching Marlyn Chambers for a few minutes would give Ron a hard on and she was aching to have his hard cock inside her hot cunt. Suddenly, she felt Ron undoing the Velcro attachments at her ankles. He lifted her legs up over his shoulders and put his cock right where she wanted it.

Jane’s cunt had been aching for him to fill her up and now he was right where she wanted him, pounding into her pussy. She could feel him inside her. Every time he pushed himself in to the hilt, he slammed against her clit, thrilling her senses. Then he did something that really drove her crazy. As he continued to fuck her, he placed the vibrator on her clit full strength and rubbed her love bud like mad.

Within moments, she was squirming and thrashing, on the edge of another mind blowing orgasm. It felt so incredible she wanted to scream and as she tipped over the edge she did just that. Screamed. “I’m coming, baby. I’m coming!” Jane bellowed and collapsed.

Ron removed Jane’s blindfold and kissed her. The knots at her wrists were so tight from her pulling on them that it took him a bit of effort and time to undue them but soon she was free. “Well,” Ron commented, “It seems you like a little bit of light bondage, eh?”

“Yes, love, I have to admit that was delightful. You were driving me crazy in the most wonderful ways,” Jane told him with a smile on her face.

Since she was thoroughly satiated for the moment, Jane decided that the next thing she wanted to do for her birthday was go to a movie. They drove into town to enjoy the new Indiana Jones adventure and both got a kick out of the terrific chase scenes and wild action.

Unfortunately, that evening, the weather turned to rain so fucking on the lawn was postponed to another time but they had more fun in the bedroom instead. They played one of their favorite games, one they both won at. Ron put in another sexy DVD and lay back on the bed to enjoy watching it while Jane sucked his cock. As he started to grow in her mouth she tried to take all of him down her throat as best she could.

“Faster,” Ron said, ümraniye escort urging her to move her head up and down on him more rapidly. While she did so she reached up his chest to find one of his sensitive nipples. She began to flick and pinch it and was rewarded to hear him begin to moan with sounds of pleasure coming from deep within his chest. With her other hand, Jane massaged and played with Ron’s balls gently, trying to stimulate him in as many ways at once as she could.

When he couldn’t stand it any longer, Ron got up on his knees and began to stroke his cock with his right hand while his eyes remained glued to the images of two women in the movie, in 69 position, eating each other out like there was no tomorrow. Nothing turned him on more than the sight of a glorious pink pussy, open and wet, getting licked or fucked.

Jane poured some baby oil onto Ron’s cock to give him some lubrication and then she began to have fun playing with all his sensitive places while he masturbated. She kneeled behind him and reached around to pinch and rub both his nipples at the same time.

Leaning down, she licked and bit his ass and when he leaned forward so she could gain access, she licked his asshole in circles, making him groan with pleasure. Knowing how much he liked anal stimulation, Jane took a vibrating dildo and lubed it up, rubbing a little bit of the slick stuff onto his hole before putting the dildo in his ass.

She knew from past experience that this combination of stimulation would get him off in a huge orgasm and she would get to have the fun of taking his cock into her mouth just at the right moment and sucking him off. She loved to feel his cock throb in her mouth and taste the creamy salty sweet cum shooting out of him.

Jane could tell by his breathing when he was getting close. She moved around to his side and nibbled and bit his left nipple while she massaged with balls with her left hand. Meanwhile, her right hand was busy scratching and slapping his ass.

Suddenly Ron moaned and his body rose up slightly. Jane grabbed his cock with one hand and clamped her mouth down on it as deeply as she could, sucking hard and fast while pumping with her hand. Ron’s yells were loud enough to hear a block away. Jane swallowed and kept sucking, swallowed again, and felt Ron collapse onto her. A few moments later, his breathing slowed and he rolled off of her and they looked at each other.

“That sounded like a good one, sweetie,” Jane said to him, happily.

“We aim to please,” Ron joked and they laughed.

Indeed, he did please her. For her last request for her birthday celebration was that they fuck one more time, this time with her on top. And sure enough about an hour later while Jane was preparing a big shrimp salad for their dinner, Ron came walking up behind her with a raging hard-on which she promptly took a hold of, leaned down and sucked.

He then led her into the bedroom and Jane straddled him, immediately plunging his thick shaft into her cunt. While Jane rocked back and forth, grinding herself into his crotch, luxuriating in the feeling of having him inside her while she rubbed her clit up against him, Ron thrusted his hips upward repeatedly, gyrating in wildly exciting circles against her.

Jane felt a frenzy of excitement, getting closer and closer to coming with every second. Then Ron reached up and pinched her nipple and it set off an explosion inside her. She screamed, unable to say a word while she came. Rarely letting her cum only once, Ron reach his thumb between their bodies and started to rub her clit hard, back and forth fast. Jane felt her eyes glaze over and she leaned back to relish the sensations flooding through her. Suddenly she started to feel herself have another orgasm and this time she looked right into Ron’s eyes.

“I’m going to cum again, baby,” she said.

“Well, don’t stop now hun,” he told her with a smile. His smile got even bigger as she came like an explosion.

“What?” she asked him. “What are you smiling at?”

“You. Your eyes shine when you are happy. You don’t just smile with your mouth, it shows in your eyes,” he said, his own eyes shining with glee as well.

All in all it was the best birthday she could remember and best of all he’d made her feel younger, not older, all day long.

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Sheryl knew she needed a way out. Since The Crash, her entire life had fallen apart. She should have left New York after 911-but she was just too attached to her job and the people she worked with. It was all just too hard to believe. First most of Los Angeles had been turned into a rather large crater. Then the refugees had streamed into New York. It was obvious that LA simply wasn’t going to be rebuilt anytime soon-and much of what was left of the US entertainment business was New York based. New York had experienced a boom of sorts–even after many of the H-1b workers had been expelled after the Gulf War disaster. Sheryl had known things were getting strange though when the media had gotten terribly religious in orientation. Still she had her job. Her boss, Gerald, was so wonderful-not that she had gotten to see him all that much–and occasional quickie at the office was most of what he had gotten. The rare and occaisional “real dates” were special to her. He’d made her feel good. Now, the fact that she’d started off wanting a family-and tuzla escort that just wasn’t going to happen on a secretary’s salary in New York gnawed at her-but somehow, Gerald was able to make those worries go away.

That all died with Gerald after The Crash. It was still hard for her be believe that in one day, most of what she had taken for granted had simply evaporated. What had been the United States, was now a patchwork of countries she had never heard of-with strange alliances that defied her belief system. The idea that Muslim insurgents would storm Wall Street-with Confederate air support still struck her as completely bizarre. She still couldn’t believe that these Muslim insurgents had executed Gerald for ‘usury’–and that she had been required to watch his beheading.

Since then, life had gotten rather drab and dreary. Gone were her days in restaurants and theater. Her life consisted now of the kind of housework she most despised-surrounded by other pendik escort women in a “dormitory”. News was scarce and mostly came from “The Ministers” that came to teach their particular brand of Islam. She had to admit though that most of them _were_ rather nice looking young men. What was strange to her was that none of were feminine approaches got much in the way of response from any of ‘The Ministers’.

Carol, an old friend was the first to tell her of the “way out”. At first it seemed too strange to be true. Carol said that there was an alternative to “re-education” that had just been implemented. The choices for destination were rather limited-the Free Republic of Alaska. Apparently, the free Republic of Alaska was shipping good to the Islamic Republic of New York in return for women!

The thought of Alaska made Sheryl cringe. She hated cold weather. She hated the outdoors. Still she hated this re-education camp more. What spurred this on was her rape. There maltepe escort was a rather large matron named Betsie. Betsie caught Sheryl alone in the dormitory bedroom on morning.

“Okay white bitch watcha doin sleepin late” “I’m sorry ma’am, I didn’t mean to”

Well, you’ll get to play toll for this lady” With that, Bestie lifted up her skirt and pinned Sheryls face. The aroma was rather overpowering. Sheryl had sex with some of the other women that worked for Gerald before. This was VERY different. Bestie’s hygiene, frankly, left something to be desired. There wasn’t much point in arguing though. Sheryl just had to make the best of it. Fortunately, Betsie was rather quick about her business. After she came, Betsie turned Sheryl over hand spanked her rather furiously.

It could have been worse. Sheryl wasn’t permanently damaged, but she realized as long as she stayed in this “reeducation camp” she was at the mercy of the matrons. The way out? Well, it amounted to finding some man that was willing to pay her bond and transit fees to Alaska.

The Islamic Republic of New York was hard up for oil, timber and basic minerals to run the arms businesses that old government had built in that area. No one was quite sure why or how, but at this point the one way out of a reeducation camp was to talk to Alaskan guys on the internet and get them to cooperate.

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Kathy had a perfect little life. She had plenty of money. She had no worries and no cares. Everything in her life was going along perfectly.

To look at all that she had materialistically, anyone would envy her lifestyle. The house, the cars, the trips, the clothes, and the jewelry, she had it all. Fortune without fame and flying beneath the radar is always better in life than showing off and bragging about what you have. It’s best not to draw attention to yourself, especially when you’ve had a colorful past. Let’s just say, should her husband decide to run for political office one day, with so many of her skeletons ready to burst out of her closet, he wouldn’t have a prayer of being elected with her by his side. The tabloid press would dig up enough information about her and nude photos of her during her wild and crazy college and socialite party days that their lives would be forever ruined.

Fortunately, for her, her husband harbored no such political aspirations. The only aspirations he harbored were collecting as many of those small, green pieces of paper that had Benjamin Franklin’s photo on them. His God was money and he worshiped it. He worked as an investment banker and recently, a few years ago, had become a partner in the firm. They lived in a perfect house right on the 9th hole of the golf course of an exclusive country club.

When the banks did well and the economy boomed, he made money. When the banks failed and the economy busted, he made money. With his money needle pegged to global financial markets and growing economics, instead of national political agendas, no matter what happened, he made money with his investments around the world.

A bad day for Kathy was when she forgot to wear her pearls to lunch with the girls. Big, expensive, and just perfect, she loved her exquisite pearls. They were her gift from her husband when he made partner. If she had to pick just one item of jewelry to save in a fire, that one item would be her exclusive pearls.

Married for twenty-five years last June, she had a 23-year-old daughter, named Mandy, and a 21-year-old son, named Randy. Kathy just turned 45-years-old and was at the pivotal point in her life where she was considering having some cosmetic surgery done to freshen her look and give her a more youthful appearance. Pressured by her friends, who already had the surgery, she didn’t want a surgeon taking a knife to her face, no matter how skilled he was. Having known many woman, who have had a facelift, she can always recognized someone who has had the surgery done.

Accustomed to her beauty preceding herself to help open doors and to make her the center of attention, with her imagined sudden lack of interest from the opposite sex, especially from those men younger than her, she was just beginning to feel her age. In her uncharacteristic lowered self-esteem and wounded self-confidence, maltepe escort even though she thought differently about herself, whenever men young and old saw her, she was thought of differently by others that the opinion that she had of herself. Whenever she walked in a room, she was still a head turner and a conversation interrupter.

Only, when she looked in the mirror now, she imagined what she’d look like in ten years or in twenty years. She was beginning to look how she remembered her mother looked, when her mother was her age now. It was a frightful horror because, at the same time, she remembered what she looked like ten and twenty years ago. As was everyone and everything else on Earth, yet so much more difficult for a woman, she was getting older and every time she peered in the mirror, she imagined she saw new wrinkles and new sags.

Even though aging was inevitable, especially when her mind felt so much younger, she needed time for her brain to catch up with her body. Even though she looked middle aged, she still felt so young. She felt no different now that she was in her forties than she did, when she was in her twenties. Certainly, she didn’t feel 45-years-old and she still possessed much of the vibrant energy and vitality that she had in her twenties, especially when on the golf course or the tennis court. She had yet to slow down and adjust to a more sedentary life. A wakeup call to how much better she looked than most women her age, women who didn’t have the time or the money to pamper themselves with designer clothes, hair, makeup, creams, lotions, and spas, she needed a minor adjustment in her perception of her age and how others perceived her. She needed a reality check.

Her only consolation was that she was aging with the rest of her peer group. Only, sometimes, whenever she was down on herself and in a funk, unbeknownst to her, she was aging better than the rest of them. Certainly, even without having plastic surgery, a non-smoker who exercised regularly and who watched her diet, seldom drank, and took care to wear sunscreen. when out in the sun, she looked ten years younger than her age and much younger than all of her friends her age and younger even.

Nonetheless, feeling sad that life was passing her by, while she sheltered herself in her little cocoon of luxury, where did the time go? Twenty years rushed by with the blink of an eye. As if it were yesterday, she still remembered being newly married. It wasn’t that long ago that she was walking her children in a stroller, chauffeuring them back and forth to grade school, and attending high school and college graduations. It wasn’t that long ago that her husband made his first million dollars, moved them from upstate New York, where she was from and where she met him, to this lovely closed community and exclusive gated estate manavgat escort in northeastern Massachusetts. She couldn’t believe that was more than a dozen years ago.

She remembered that she looked good, real good, ten years ago. She wished she could have always stayed thirty-five forever. She loved that age. She was old enough not to be bothered with all the immature bullshit, but not too old that she still couldn’t enjoy all the immature bullshit.

Some of her friends have already been under the knife and she envied the results, but cringed at the pain, the bruising, the swelling, and the forced isolation, while they heeled. Was it all worth it? She didn’t think so, at least, not for her it wasn’t. Blessed with good genes, she was glad that she didn’t have to do all that to still look young and attractive. For the time being, she was content with her skills at applying her makeup. Maybe in a few years, she’d reconsider. Maybe in a few years, going the way of Heidi Klum and so many other celebrities, who weren’t vain enough to have surgery and Botox unnaturally alter their looks, maybe she just wouldn’t care.

She felt that plastic surgery was a vicious cycle that had to be repeated in five to ten years, too. Always, there was the risk that something could tragically go wrong. Always there was a chance that they could make a life altering or fatal mistake on the operating table. Reluctantly, she decided, she’d rather age gracefully without having a surgeon pull, nip, and tuck her skin beneath her hairline and back behind her ears. How dreadful to have her face pulled so tight that it hurt to smile. How embarrassing to know that everyone knows that she was vain enough to have plastic surgery.

Still, she had to give her brave, albeit vain friends credit. They looked ten years younger. They looked rested. They looked happy. Only, she was nervous. She had heard some of the horror stories of botched surgeries and she was vain, but not vain enough to put herself in the hands of a surgeon’s knife. Still, her friends pressured her to go ahead and, at least, have a consultation. She promised she would, but never did.

She was friends with Christine, Ellen, Audrey, and Brenda. They were all members in good standing of their little gang of women, who looked like one another, dressed like one another, thought like one another, and talked like one another. They even had a gang name, The Rich Bitches, and a gang sign, when out on the town shopping, they’d flash their American Express Black cards, the ultimate credit cards that had an unlimited credit line.

They lunched together, shopped together, and talked about their perfect little lives to one another. It was a glorious existence being rich and not having to work at a mundane job all day, while their husbands made money. Able to hire people şişli escort to clean their perfect homes, care for their lush lawns, filter their posh pools, cook their delicious meals, pamper their precious pets, and chauffer them, wherever they needed to go, they were free to indulge themselves at the spa for hair, makeup, massage, and skincare treatments.

Except for the young men she dated in college, once married with all the naked, sexual parties behind her, Kathy never had sex with anyone other man than her 52-year-old husband, Robert. Although, define sex, that is. As was Bill Clinton’s definition of sex, she never had penetration from any man other than her husband, since she’s been married. In Clinton’s case, even though he didn’t believe that an exchange of fluids constituted sex, Kathy did and in all the years of her marriage she has never exchanged fluids with anyone other than her husband. Certainly, there have been episodes of touchy feely, especially when alcohol was involved, but she was careful not to ruin her reputation for the foolishness of a flirtatious fling.

She was a good wife and a good mother. She was Robert’s trophy wife and he was her security blanket. Robert liked how they looked together. An average looking man, short and stout, and looking much like the stereotypical banker and, but for the top hat, he looked a bit like the man that appears on the cover of the Monopoly game. No doubt, he was happy that his money could buy him the affections and loyalty of such a beautiful and charming woman, who looked as good as did Kathy. She appreciated how he kept her in the lifestyle that she had grown to love. In the way that there is someone for everyone, they not only deserved one another but also they were made for one another, the socialite with the rich man.

Often, her husband commented that they looked much better together than did Senator McCain and his wife, Cindy. McCain was his idol, a political measure of the man that gives insight into Robert’s political preference. She, on the other hand, certainly hoped they looked much better together than Senator McCain and his wife, Cindy, as Senator McCain was twenty years older than Robert and Cindy McCain was nearly ten years older than she was. Moreover, she preferred Obama over McCain. She always thought that Michele Obama was always so poised and charming. Still, she understood his preference of an older man with a younger woman, albeit Robert was almost eight years older than she was, whereas John McCain was eighteen years older than his wife.

Remaining forever faithful, until death do you part, she never cheated on him. She never even thought about cheating on him. Although, there was that young tennis pro at the club that she was so smitten with and a new, handsome golf pro, too, who she found interesting enough to flirt with, while having him give her some pointers with her game. Still, she’d never do anything more than masturbate in the bathtub, while imagining them tying her up, spanking her ass, and forcing her to have sex with them. Oh, how this little vixen loved to vex men, while playing the virginal victim. Oh, how this socialite of a woman, so wanted to be bound and disciplined.

To be continued…

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The crowd silently watches you. Butterflies flap their wings wildly in your stomach and your skin feels warm. You’re nervous. You’re trembling. And yet, you’re also excited. Although you don’t know what’s about to happen, you know that it signifies your ascension from a trainee to a full-fledged servus.

A man walks out onto the stage and stands in front of you. He removes your black cloak, the symbol of your trainee status. You now stand in the center of the amphitheater completely naked. Your nipples harden in the cool breeze. The man turns to face the crowd, your black cloak raised in one of his hands. “Naked does she present herself,” he bellows.

“Naked does she present herself,” the crowd echoes back. The man turns to face you again, tossing the cloak aside. He places a hand on your shoulder and pushes you down to your knees. “On her knees does she offer herself!”

Again, the crowd echoes him. The man walks behind you and parts your legs. You feel cold metal shackles clasp around your ankles. He steps in front of you, a pillory designed for your head and wrists in hand. The intimidating wooden contraption is affixed to you in a matter of seconds. He pushes your torso down so that your face is only a few inches from the stage floor and your rear is up in the air. “In bondage does she find her freedom!”

“In bondage does she find her freedom!”

The man disappears behind you once again. “The girl now exists on the cusp of ascension. She will now recite the creed with pleasure whilst receiving the painful kiss of the whip, for pleasure and pain dance together in aeternum.”

You take a deep breath to steady yourself. Sure, you have been whipped before, but never in front of so many people. Never in ceremony. You feel so exposed. Your skin is so sensitive to everything around it. Your heart pounds like a drum in your chest. But you’re determined to do this – to do this correctly, and reach that higher place for yourself.

“Begin,” the man bellows. You open your mouth to speak, but the whip comes down on your arse with almost cruel force. A pained yelp bursts from your lips and echoes around you. You grit your teeth. “He is Master, I am slave,” you begin. The whip comes down again and you bite into your lip şişli escort to hold back a scream. “He is owner,” another lash causes you to cry out. “I-I am owned.” The whip comes down three more times. Tears are now streaming from your eyes. Your breathing is shaky, erratic. “H-H-His…will…is everything.” Another three lashes. Another agonized cry from your lips. “Mine…is…nothing…” You can barely breathe. You inhale deeply and another crack of the whip knocks the wind out of you. Quickly, you manage to catch your breath. “He is t-to be pleased and I-I a-am to please.” The man starts swinging the whip at your ass with wild abandon, not giving you a second to think of anything but the pain. “Why is this!?” You grit your teeth in and steel yourself. The pain is cruel, more intense than any beating you had received before it. “FOR I AM A SLAVE!”

The man stops. You sob uncontrollably. Your arse feels like it has been lit on fire and the heat and anguish radiates throughout your body. However, you also feel an intense sense of pride. You are immensely proud of yourself for enduring it, for managing to get the words of your creed out while under the whip.

“She will now be cleaned. Her old self will be washed away and her new self will emerge,” the man bellows. Two women come to kneel on either side of you. They gently wash you in rose-scented water, cleaning your face and body with deft hands. “You did well,” one of them whispers softly to you. “The hard part is over now.” After they clean and dry you, they apply oil to your body. They massage a generous amount on your rear. You bite your lip as they touch the stinging flesh, but you know that it is necessary to prevent scarring.

Once they have completed their work, the two women leave you. “Now she will be used. The Magnificum Dominum will now do with her what they please. In servitude will she experience pleasure.”

“In servitude will she experience pleasure!” The crowd cheers loudly. They must be proud of you as well by the sound of it. Despite yourself, you smile.

Two men come out. They are wearing golden masks and red cloaks that denote their position. One of them kneels in front of you, his manhood already tuzla escort hard and throbbing and glistening with precum. Without waiting for any sort of direction, you open your mouth wide. He pushes his member into your mouth and places one hand on your head. There is a slightly salty taste to him, but you don’t mind it at all. Slowly, he begins thrusting into your mouth. Though he is being quite gentle, you know it isn’t for your benefit. This must simply be how he likes to do it.

The second man disappears behind you. You feel his cock run over the lips of your sex a few times before he pushes it in, completely filling you in one stroke. You moan around the man in your mouth. You’re now being penetrated and fucked from both ends. Both men seem to match pace with each other, so that when one pulls back the other pushes in.

You can hear the crowd. Moans and groans echo throughout the amphitheater. Are they having sex as well? They must be. The atmosphere exudes sex. You imagine all those people, turned on by watching you, now in all manner of positions, sating their desires. The thought of it arouses you even more.

The man in front of you picks up his pace. He now thrusts aggressively into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag a bit. Suddenly, he buries himself in your throat and stays there. You can’t breath. Something inside of you tells you to struggle, but you remain perfectly still. You are there to be used, not to deny him what he desires. He pulls back for a moment, allowing you to catch your breath before thrusting back in to repeat the process.

The man behind you fucks you harder. You can feel him quickly thrusting in and out of the hot, wet folds of your pussy. His fingers dig into your ass. It hurts, but the pain is nothing in comparison to the intense pleasure you feel. In your mind’s eye, you can almost see his hardness moving in and out of you. Stretching you. Filling you. Using you.

Before long the two men switch places. You moan when you taste your juices on the man’s cock. He groans loudly as he fucks your mouth. Is he close? You work your tongue as he pistons in and out of your orifice, trying to coax his seed out of pendik escort him.

And you succeed. In a matter of minutes, he begins to flood your mouth with his cum, his cock throbbing violently. It’s salty, and even slightly bitter, but you lick every drop of it from the head of his cock. He pulls out, stands, and disappears behind you.

You can now see the crowd. Just like you thought, everybody is having sex. There are men receiving blowjobs from women, men receiving blowjobs from men, women being eaten out by men, and women being eaten out by women. There are men fucking both genders and men being fucked by both. Every sexual pairing you can think of is now displayed in front of you, fucking each other.

“You may cum when you wish,” the man behind you says, never breaking his stroke.

“Yes, Sir,” you reply. “Thank you, Sir.”

He fucks you hard, pounding into your cunt with all the force he can muster. You close your eyes. The sounds of sex bombard your ears as it echoes loudly in the amphitheater. The scent of sex wafts throughout the air. The taste of cum still fills your mouth. And the feeling of being fucked, aggressively and roughly fucked, causes shockwaves to emanate throughout your body.

Before long, your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Your pussy convulses on the man’s member. You bite your lip to keep from screaming. Your body trembles. It never subsides fully. Every time the man thrusts into you, a little tremor goes through your body. The Dominus doesn’t last much longer. Soon after your orgasm, his cock throbs violently in your sex as he fills it with his seed. He stays buried within you until he is finished. Then, he leaves.

The man in the leather mask unshackles your feet. He removes the pillory. Gently, he helps you to your feet. Your legs are shaky and you’re unsure that you could stand without his help. “She will now be dressed in the garb befitting a servus!” Everybody was still engaged in their own sexual activities, but you see a few faces turn towards you.

The two women from before come out. They put silver bracelets on your wrists and a matching set of anklets on your ankles. “These signify her bondage, and her freedom,” the man yells. The two women then put you in a sheer white dress that barely covers your rear and leaves nothing to the imagination. “This dress signifies that she is forever exposed to her Master, no matter what covers her body!” Then, they clasp a leather collar around your neck. “And the collar signifies her station! From this day, until your last day, you are a servus, a slave!”

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