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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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The room was silent, except for the ticking of the clock and the hard-soled shoes on the hard word floor. The constant tick, tick, tick, was maddening in her ears as she lay tied and blindfolded to the huge four poster bed. The silk scarf around her eyes was soft as it caressed her skin and was tied delicately off to the side so the knot would not be uncomfortable on the back of her head. Her hands were outstretched, shackled to each side of the bed by handcuffs that allowed her some movement, just enough movement to remind her that she was unable to use her hands. Her legs were pulled above her head and spread open wide, bound meticulously by soft rope to the head board. She was completely exposed; completely vulnerable.

Joe paced back and forth across the floor. His shoes clicked on the floor as he walked. Occasionally, he would stop and look at her. He had taken his time in binding her. Making sure she was both bound, yet available to do his bidding. He had chosen not to gag her. He wanted to hear her excitement at the surprise he had in store for her. He knew she was nervous, but the more he bound her, the more he could smell her sex permeate the room. His eyes raked over her once again. Her smooth womanhood so inviting, so soft. He could see it glistening, letting him know that she enjoyed the ropes and cuffs that were firmly in place. Her sweet bud on her delicious ass was exposed. He loved that ass. He wanted to take her right then and there, but he knew he couldn’t. It would spoil what he had in store for her.

The time neared. He bent close to her, whispering in her ear, “Be still and you shall please me greatly. You shall make me proud to call you my submissive. Disobey, and your punishment shall be swift and severe.”

She tensed then relaxed at his words. She knew his punishments could be harsh, but it never matched how she felt inside from the pain she derived from not pleasing him completely.

A knock came at the door. They both jumped. He turned to answer the knocking, her body became immediately rigid. The realization in her mind became immediately clear. He was having a guest or guests, and she was to be the main attraction. They had talked about this before. He had asked her how she felt about being used by another. She told him honestly that she did not know; that the thought both excited and scared her. The discussion had been brief, almost a conversation that is quickly dismissed as idle chit chat. Now, he had brought someone else inside of their world. She could feel her body becoming more and more tense as he introduced this man to her.

Her Master’s words stung in her ears as she listened to him speak. “Pet, this is Jeffrey. Jeffrey will be using you this evening as I watch. He works with me at the office and we have discussed you in detail, and he has requested to use you. Since you are my possession, I have given him permission to do so. He and I have discussed my limits concerning you. He will not hurt you in any way, of that you can be assured. Of course, a slight amount of pain is expected, and I have granted him permission to be rough, but not abusive. Other than that, you are his to use as he desires.”

His words stung her ears. He discussed her? He discussed her with coworkers? She was instantly furious at him for telling intimate details of their relationship. But, wasn’t this what she wanted? Wasn’t this the reason she wanted to be under his control? She was confused. So confused. She had wanted him to take control of her, they had discussed her limits and his. She had never once mentioned tekirdağ escort to him that talking about her to others was off limits. She didn’t know she should have; and now, here she was, completely naked, both physically and emotionally in front of a stranger.

Her mind whirled. How could he have done such a thing to her? He was treating her as a toy he could lend out at his whim. She was a person, she was……..his submissive. At that instant, the aroma of her own sex drifted to her nostrils. She was excited. She was very excited. The sensation of being used by another at her Master’s whim was more intoxicating than she had realized, more than she had been willing to admit.

She laid on the bed, waiting for his commands. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Make me proud my pet, make me proud that I own you.”

Yes, he did own her. She loved being owned. She loved being under his direction. She was just beginning to realize how much.

Her Master spoke to Jeffrey. “Jeffrey, she is ready to be used. She is bound as all proper sluts should be.”

Her body tensed. She felt, without seeing, Jeffrey’s eyes boring into her. She felt him looking at her completely exposed. Her mind was screaming out to stop this madness, but she knew she didn’t want it to stop. She knew that she wanted this, maybe even more than her Master wanted it.

Jeffrey touched her face. She was surprised. It was a tender touch, not harsh as she had anticipated. His touch was almost loving, adoring. His had slide from her cheek to her jaw, then trailed lightly down her neck. His fingertips barely touched her as they traveled down her chest. She could feel her nipples becoming increasingly aroused. Her nipples becoming taunt and hard. His fingers touched her nipples briefly as he slid them down to her stomach then between her wide spread legs. She was embarrassed as his fingers slid between her slit and became wet with her desire. He knew she was excited by his touch, he knew that at anytime he wanted to take her, she would be ready.

Jeffrey voice seemed to come out of no where. “Joe,” he said, “your slut is a more than eager whore, how well you have trained her.”

His words echoed in her head, thankful that he did not know this was her first time to be used by another, thankful that Joe hand not shared her innocence with him. Jeffrey was right though, she was ready. Her juices where dripping from inside of her and making the lips of her smooth, shaved pussy glisten. The throbbing inside of her was growing increasingly strong. She began to worry. What if she came and he had not even touched her? She would bring humiliation to her Master, and to herself. She shivered at the thought.

Her Master’s scent drifted into her nose, exciting her senses. He was laying beside her. She could feel his nearness and was not surprised when she heard his voice whisper in her ear. “My pet, I want to hear the pleasure he brings you. I want to be able to partake of your excitement by your sounds, your voice. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” She was barely able to get the words to form on her lips and escape her mouth. Her excited was growing. Increasing to an intensity that she would not soon forget. She felt, for the first time, that she was truly in sub space. That part of your mind, that lets you know who you are, and who you belong to.

Her Master moved away, his cologne becoming more subtle as he moved away; replaced quickly by Jeffrey’s strong musk scent. She could feel his tokat escort thighs on her ass that was exposed so completely. She trembled as she felt the first touch of his cock running up and down the length of her open slit. Both his hands were on her breasts, squeezing gently, lovingly caressing them. His hands slid over her nipples and caught them between his index and middle fingers. His fingers closed tightly around her nipples as be leaned forward and sucked the right bud through his fingers and then closed his fingers tighter around the nipple. He turned to the left bud and repeated his sucking, bringing her nipples to full attention. Her back involuntarily arched up to his mouth, offering her breasts to him. She could hear him chuckle seductively as he bent down and sucked more on them. Making them red and sore in his mouth. She moaned and her back arched up more.

Somewhere, to the left of her, she heard her Master’s familiar groan. The groan that escaped from deep within him when he was excited. She moaned louder. This time not from Jeffrey’s touch, but from the pleasure her Master was deriving from her and her obedience.

Jeffrey’s fingers released her nipples. She moaned as she felt the familiar sting from the blood rushing back into them. The same sting she felt when her Master released her nipple clamps. He both began to squirm under him as his fingers slid between her lips and plunged deep inside her pussy. His fingers, two of them, exploring her from the inside; searching as if for a treasure. She lifted her hips up as much as she could against the restraints when his fingers grazed across the hard nub inside of her. Her moan was filled with ecstasy, much more than she wanted to show.

Again, she heard her Master moan with desire. She responded with a deep moan from within her and her juices began to flow even more freely.

Jeffrey’s voice was playful as he spoke to her Master. “It would appear that your mere presence and moans excites her more than my touch.”

She heard her Master laugh, but she could tell that he was pleased, very pleased at her responses to his voice. She moaned.

“Well, we shall see who makes you cum you little bitch,” Jeffrey bellowed as his fingers withdrew quickly from her pussy and his cock slammed deep inside of her.

Her hips lifted immediately to meet his as he plunged deep inside of her. Her hands pulled hard against the restraints. She moaned and began to writhe under him. His cock withdrew and penetrated again, hitting her deep and bending the head of his cock into her.

“Oh God!” she screamed over and over as his cock slammed deep inside of her. His hand tapped at her clit and then rubbed it.

She could hear her Master’s breathing becoming more rapid. Her mind was focused on him, and Jeffrey’s cock being buried deep with in her. Jeffrey’s movements became faster as his finger flew over her clit. He whole body was trembling as Jeffrey took his other hand and began to pinch her nipples and pull them towards him.

“Come on bitch, cum for Jeffrey.” Jeffrey’s words were taunting her. He adjusted his cock so that it rubbed her hard nub inside and her hard clit outside, alternately gliding across them.

“Oh please, oh god,” were the only words that escaped her lips as her breathing became jagged. Her hands pulled at the cuffs, almost tearing into her flesh as she tried desperately to loose herself from them.

“May I cum Master, please, may I cum?” Her voice was loud, desperate. Jeffrey pulled out trabzon escort of her as she began begging her Master.

“You will cum for me, you little slut.” Jeffrey’s voice stormed in her ears. “You will cum because I make you cum.”

She heard her Master moan louder as his breathing changed. The excitement in his moaning heightened her senses as her Master spoke to her, calmly and gently, “Not yet my pet.”

She groaned.

Jeffrey placed his hard, throbbing cock at the opening of her ass and pressed. He grabbed her nipples roughly and pulled them as he slid his cock inside of her. She pulled hard on her cuffs as his cock pierced her ass.

“Oh God!” she screamed as he began to make slow strokes inside of her. She could feel his cock swelling as he used her breasts to push and pull himself in and out of her. His fingers released her nipples and his hands cupped her breasts as he began to move faster and faster inside of her. As his strokes began to move more freely his hand dropped to her clit and he pressed it against her and made circles with it.

“Please Master, please may I cum.” she begged over and over to him. She could feel Jeffrey’s cock swelling. She could hear his moans. He was groaning loudly, yet she could still hear her Master’s soft moans, even over Jeffrey’s.

Jeffrey’s thrusts came in short bursts as his desire over took him and he released his passion deep inside of her. His finger still circling her clit.

“Yes my pet, yes you may cum now,” her Master’s voice thundered in her ear. She felt her pussy throb and her legs begin to quiver as her orgasm overtook her. Her hips began to thrust forward, jerking as she came, feeling her juices ooze out and down between the crack of her ass.

“Thank you Master. Thank you for letting me cum Sir,” she spoke the words just as he had taught her.

Jeffrey’s movements slowed just as she felt a splash of warm cum hit her face, landing on her nose and mouth. She opened her mouth hungrily as she realized that her Master had come to pleasure by her excitement. His hot cum splashed across her face again, some landing inside of her mouth and some on her chin and neck. He spurted over and over and all that landed in or around her mouth she drank hungrily.

Jeffrey withdrew from her as her Master gently touched her face, scrapping his cum with his finger and placing it in her mouth. She sucked his finger sensuously as he fed her. She smiled as he withdrew his finger from her mouth.

“Jeff? I believe you owe me 100 bucks. She came for me, just like I said she would, and I didn’t even have to touch her.” Her Master’s voice was strong and friendly.

“Yes she did,” said Jeff, “you have trained her very well.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out five 20 dollar bills and handed them to Joe. Jeff smile as he spoke to Joe. “But she was a 100 bucks well spent.”

She tensed again as she heard them speaking of their bet. She was immediately angered. How could he have done such a thing to her, to reduce her to property and make a little money off the venture? Tears began to flow silently under her blindfold, but she spoke not a word.

She heard the door open and close before her Master came and laid beside her. “You have pleased me well my pet, I am very proud to call you my submissive.”

She did not speak as he untied the ropes and unlocked the handcuffs. She stretched out her legs and rubbed her wrists as he slowly untied her blindfold. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw Joe holding up a long piece of black leather with small diamonds embedded into the leather. She blinked twice before realizing it was a collar. A collar for her. The tears began to stream down her face as he fastened it with a click around her neck.

“I want the world to know you are mine, that I own you.” Her Master spoke with confidence before adding, almost silently, “…and you own me.”

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I am under her desk.

She has tied my hands behind my back, tied my ankles together, and tied them together in a hogtie.

I wouldn’t dream of screaming for help but just to make sure she’s stuffed some worn stockings in my mouth and covered them with duct tape.

She’s pressing her sexy feet against my taped mouth.

They feel so good against my face.

She’s working on a project and that’s why she has me under the desk.

She begins to speak.

“So how are you doing down there?” she asks playfully.

“Great,” I try to respond but with the gag in my mouth it comes out “mmmppphhh.”

“I didn’t hear you, how are you doing?” she asks again.

I again try to respond but of course the gag makes it come out as “mmmmppphhh” yet again.

“Speak up!”

“Mmmmppphhhh”

“Well if you aren’t going to speak up then I won’t give you a special treat.”

“Mmmmppphhh.”

She often does this with me.

It’s part of our play.

I’m here of my own free will.

I’m here because we made a deal.

But what kind of deal would have me tied up and gagged by a beautiful woman on the floor using me as a footrest while she did her work?

Perhaps it’s best to start this story at the beginning.

I am a man with a lot of ambition but I was at a point where I had seen many career reverses.

I am someone who believes in myself but you can have all the faith, education, work ethic, intelligence, creativity, and all the other qualities that people say brings you success in the world but if you don’t have others who are believing in you, who are fighting for you, and are all alone in the world then usually those people who try and put obstacles and stumbling blocks in your way succeed no matter how much effort you put forth.

The idea that all it takes is hard work to succeed is patent bullshit.

The McDonald’s worker and the janitor work far harder than the currency speculator but the currency speculator can make more in an hour than they can in a lifetime. And then the working poor are blamed for their condition.

When I met Emily I was at a career and life low point.

I found myself isolated and stifled and I was close to losing all hope in the world. I had all the faith in myself in the world and the belief I could achieve whatever goal I put my mind to but I was still blocked unfairly through the negativity of others.

I can still remember it like it was yesterday.

I was sitting in the local coffee shop reading a book when she walked in and walked up to me.

“So what is a Benazir Bhutto?” she asked.

“She was a Pakistani political leader who fought to modernize her country and improve the status of women in her country who was assassinated before she could fulfill her potential,” I replied.

“Interesting topic for a book but not what I see people read in here. Usually they’ll be reading poetry, or something about John Lennon, or other hippie indie rock bullshit.”

“Well I’ve always read about the great men and women of history because I’ve always wanted to achieve greatness for myself and have my place in the annals of posterity but so far my life is not turning out that way.”

And so began our first conversation.

We sat and talked for an hour and then I had to go.

I figured I’d never meet her again but it wasn’t a week later when I ran into her grocery shopping.

We chatted for a bit and I got a glance of her feet in those high heels she was wearing but quickly looked away hoping she didn’t notice. Of course we soon departed each other and I went on about my business.

We had several chance meetings and over time became acquaintances and even began to develop a bit of a friendship.

It soon go to the point where Emily and I would have lunch once a week or so.

My career was still going nowhere and I complained about that constantly, and about the unfairness I had suffered, while talking about my goals. She’d roll her eyes whenever I did and preferred talking intellectual subjects with me.

Finally a day came when she called me up.

“So Adrian, what are you doing today?”

“Well not much. I figured I was going to go out to the range and practice a bit, hunting season will be starting soon and I’d like to get a 20 point this season.”

“Well, think you can spare some time for me? I think you’d have more confidence if you were dressed better so I want to take you shopping and buy you a suit. Would you be willing to put off becoming a better shot for a day for that?”

“I guess I can.”

“Great!”

She picked me up from the house and took me to the mall and we began looking at suits and other things. She bought me a new wardrobe and even took me to a pawn shop and bought me a used Bulova. She ran her own office and made a six figure income, which was very impressive for her age, and so she could afford it but I still felt a bit bad about her buying me all of this and not being able to return it.

Throughout the day try as I might to avoid it I had glanced many glances of her feet erzurum escort which were just so pretty and several times after coming out of the changing rooms when she complimented me on how good I looked it started to make a rising occur down there.

After we finished shopping she took me out to dinner at a fine restaurant and asked for a private room.

While we waited on dinner she began speaking to me.

“Adrian…”

“Yes Emily?”

“I noticed today that you were staring at my feet often and I’ve seen this from you several times.”

Good God, she had noticed.

But why was she bringing this up after spending so much money on me?

“You’ve done this even when you talk to me. Now I am used to guys constantly staring at my breasts and having to tell them to look up at my eyes but this… I mean what’s this about Adrian? Why stare at my feet? Do you just have a problem making eye contact with me or something?”

I knew I was about to lose a friend. She’d probably even take back the suit and even stick me with the bill for this meal. I decided to go ahead and tell her the truth.

And I told her everything. I told her about my foot fetish. I told her about my desire to be dominated by a woman who I could trust to guide and protect me. I told her about everything. I also told her that part of my problem had been I’m not one of these people who lack self-respect who is a doormat and I told her how this had always made me uncomfortable and tormented me and that it had been an impediment to me ever trying to form a serious romantic relationship.

I bared my soul to Emily and had never felt lower in my life.

I couldn’t tell what Emily was thinking but then she started to speak.

“Adrian, I want you to know that what you just did was very brave. Very few men would have courage like that. What you just did took far more strength then all these macho douchebags who can powerlift 700 lbs with one hand. Most of them wouldn’t have the security in their own masculinity to tell me what you just did.”

“So you’re not creeped out? You don’t think it is weird?”

“Adrian it’s as weird as can be but see I’m just like you so I understand.”

What?

Just like me?

What did she mean?

“Adrian, since I was a teenager there I’ve known that dominating a man turns me on. The problem is so many men I’ve met who are into being dominated often lack self-respect, are often doormats, and those that aren’t are usually married and pay a professional and hide it from their wives rather than having the courage to tell them and make it part of the relationship to make them stronger…” She started.

“But you Adrian, you have ambition, you have drive, you have goals, and dreams. You had the courage to tell me this but you also told me the things you won’t do. That you have limits. You are the kind of man I always wished I could have submit to me. It would turn me on to dominate you. I noticed you staring at my feet the first time we met and kept a note of each glance. I’ve found that men who have foot fetishes are often into submitting to women so I asked you that to test you. You gave me the answer I was hoping to hear so I have a proposal to make to you.”

“What is that Emily?”

“Adrian, you are such a charismatic and energetic personality but you have let life get you down and I can tell keeping this secret part of yourself hidden from the world has only made it worse and has only hurt your confidence. It’s no fun to dominate a worm. I want to dominate a force. A power. Someone who is my equal mentally, spiritually, professionally, and socially and who perhaps is even on a higher level because dominating someone greater than you is the ultimate expression of dominance and sexual power. What fun is it to dominate someone who is a lowly slave? It is much more satisfying to have power over an equal. My ideal husband since I was a little girl was a man who’d conquer the world in the day but would come home to be at my service, to be bound by me, to ache for me, to conquer the world for me, but who’d still have the self-respect that if we had kids and found out one of them wasn’t his would divorce me on the spot and not accept the abuse or disrespect.”

“Emily?” I asked, sort of bewildered by her monologue.

“Adrian, you might just be what I’m looking for. We get along as friends. Since we’ve met I’ve begun reading a little history too and I have a little experiment to try tonight. I want you to submit to me Adrian and I’m ready to make a deal with you.”

“A deal?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of deal?”

“I have the connections to help you get to where you want to go and if we were to get into a relationship and it went as far as it could go then of course we’d be a power couple with me having the ultimate power because while you were king to the outside world at home I’d be the Queen. So here is my deal. Be my little sub buddy for the next few months and we’ll have a lot of fun and while you are submitting to me I’ll help you in your career and as long eskişehir escort as you submit to me I’ll be in your corner. I can take you places you need to go and want to go, both in life and spiritually. You need my dominance Adrian. You need my guiding hand. I won’t hurt you. There may be a little pain from time to time but I want you to enjoy this too. So will you give me a try? Will you submit to me? You want to be a king in life. Will you give me a try at being your Queen?”

“Yes Emily, I’ll submit to you.”

A smile came across her face.

“Ok Adrian, be a good king and get under the table, take off my shoe, and start kissing my foot to show your submission to your Queen.”

I complied. Fortunately there was a tablecloth that flowed off the table so the wait staff couldn’t see me but I heard the door open as he brought in our food. I took off my ring, got up from under the table and sat back in my seat.

“My ring fell under the table and I had to find it,” I said, trying to provide cover for being under the table.

The waiter just shrugged it off and we began eating and talking.

“Adrian…”

“Yes Emily?”

“It’s time for you to submit to your Queen again.”

“I can’t use the ring excuse again.”

“No you don’t have to kiss my feet again. Right now. But how pretty are my feet?”

“Very pretty.”

“And they turn you on?”

“Yes.”

“Say yes my Queen for the rest of the time we are at this restaurant.”

“Yes my Queen.”

“Would you like to eat off of them, my king?”

“I would love to, my Queen.”

“Well we’ve already eaten but I have an idea.”

“What is it, my Queen?”

“You’ll see.”

The waiter came back in.

Emily told him to draw the shades to the room, as this restaurant was famous for its private rooms that had blinds and gave him a tip and told him not to bring us two bottles of champagne and not disturb us for the next 30 minutes after which she’d pay the bill and to add three of the restaurants custom cloths that they sell to customers to the bill and bring them in.

He came back with the two bottles of champagne and the cloths and left and drew the shades and put the do not disturb sign on the door. This restaurant often hosts dignitaries who conduct important business and this perk has led it to being one of the most sought after restaurants in town for the city’s elite.

We wouldn’t be disturbed for the time she said and perhaps a bit longer.

Emily then got to work.

She took off her shoe and took her stocking off of her foot.

“You have no need for words right now Adrian. Your Queen knows what’s best for you.”

With that she stuffed the stocking in my mouth. She tied it in with a restaurant cloth.

She took another cloth and tied my hands behind my back.

She then took her high heel and place it over my nose.

“Breathe in, Adrian. Breathe it in. Let it hypnotize you. You’re safe now. Let your Queen guide you.”

“Would you still like to eat off my feet? Nod if the answer is yes and shake your head if the answer is no.”

I nodded.

“Well we’ve got privacy for only a little while and if they brought in food I’d have to untie you but I have an idea.”

With that she got up and picked up one of the bottles of champagne and brought it over to me.

“Have you liked the taste of my stockings?”

I nodded.

“You think I taste good?”

I nodded.

“Do you like the taste of champagne?”

I nodded.

“Well today is your lucky day my king.”

With that she took out the cloth and took off the stocking but didn’t put it back on her foot. I assumed she was waiting on it to dry a bit though it hadn’t been in my mouth long.

“Want to know why it is your lucky day?”

“Yes, my Queen” I replied, already missing the gag a bit.

“Well first my king I want you to ask me a question.”

“What kind of question, my Queen?”

“Remember that Fergie song “Humps?”

I did and I’ve never really liked that song because I thought I was kind of stupid but I was wondering where this was going.

“Yes My Queen.”

“You remember how the chorus goes?”

“Yes my Queen?”

“I want you to ask me what I’m going to do with all that junk, the way the song says.”

“I’m confused my Queen.”

“Just do it. Of course if you don’t want to submit to me we can forget about our deal right now.”

I wasn’t about to let that happen.

This girl was hot, she was dominating me, and she had told me that she’d help me professionally as part of dominating me. This was a dream come true and I was not going to ruin it. And after all we were in a private room in one of the most exclusive restaurants in town where privacy was respected, a restaurant I never would have been able to eat at if I wasn’t her guest. And so I overcame all embarrassment and started singing.

“What you gonna do, what you gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside your trunk?” I sang, trying to hide my gaziantep escort embarrassment.

“I’ma get get get get you drunk, get you drunk, love off my humps,” she responded.

“Do I have to continue, My Queen?”

“Don’t you want to know what my humps are?”

“What are your humps, My Queen?”

“Look at my feet oh king. Look at how the arch is shaped. Isn’t it a bit hump like?”

“I guess it is. But I thought that song was talking about something else, My Queen. The whole junk in the trunk thing and all.”

“Well for the purposes of right here, right now my humps are in my feet and do you know what I’m going to do with them?”

“What my Queen?”

“I’ma get get get get you drunk, get you drunk, drunk off my humps. You said you loved my taste and you love the taste of champagne, now you get to have both at the same time.”

With that she poured champagne into her high heel and brought it up to my mouth and began tipping it in so I could start drinking. In less than five minutes I had both bottles finished.

“Ok my king, you did a good job. I’m going to untie you now and call them back in early. We’ll have a regular dessert while we wait for the champagne to kick in. Then we’ll go. The night is just getting started.”

She untied me, called the waiter back in, and we had dessert, a really wonderful French pastry.

She then paid the check and we back out to her car. The champagne was starting to kick in.

“I know I told you to call me my Queen while we were at the restaurant but I want you to keep doing so now that were done, understand Adrian?

“Yes my Queen.”

“Didn’t you ever wonder why I bought several cloths seeing as I only gagged you with one in there, oh wise king?”

“It never crossed my mind, my Queen.”

“Well, you’ll find out soon. First we’ve got to run to the pet store real quick and then I have one more errand to run.”

The hell, I thought but she was my way home and I was really feeling drunk now.

We rode out to the pet store. She told me to wait inside and came back out with a large bed and brought it to the back of her crossover. She folded down the back seats into the cargo area and put the bed down.

“Now you’ll find out why I bought multiple cloths. First I want you to lay on that bed.”

I complied.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

I complied.

I felt her start tying them again though it wasn’t with stockings but felt sticky like tape. She soon tied my legs again as well.

“You are my king, and I am your Queen, but while you submit to me you are also my pet and I take care of you but sometimes pets need to be quiet.”

With that she took out a muzzle and gagged me with it.

“And now for the finishing touches oh king Adrian.”

She took the cloth and tied it over my eyes blindfolding me. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, and couldn’t see. She really was dominating me and it was so hot. I wondered if I should be trusting her like this but I was so caught up in the pleasure of the moment.

“I had to blindfold you. I don’t want you to see the rest of your surprise. I bought the bed because I thought it would be uncomfortable to you to have your hands tied behind your back while sitting in the seat. I could have gagged you with something else but the muzzle was just a bonus my pet.”

With that she stroked my face softly with a bit of a loving touch, got in the front seat and started driving.

She ran her last errand and then we went back to her place.

She went in for a little bit and then came back out and took off the blindfold, untied me, and mercifully took off the muzzle.

She had changed. She had dressed into a costume that reminded me of how Ancient Egyptian women always look in the movies.

“Come inside my king.”

I complied.

“I want you to go in the bedroom and put on the costume I bought for you.”

I went in the bedroom and saw a toga and a wreathe and it looked like an Ancient Rome costume.

I came back in the living room.

“So my Queen, why are you dressed up like that and why did you want me to put this on?”

“Because we’re going to play a game. I’m the Queen and you’re the king I conquer. You don’t have to say my Queen after everything I say for the rest of the night unless I ask you to again.”

“Ok.”

“See in talking to you and you talking to me about history I realize some of the most powerful men throughout history have submitted to dominant woman. Like the Roman Emperor Justinian and his consort Theodora. Theodora was clearly dominant and he ruled the world but she ruled him and it worked for both of them.”

“So if we’re playing Justinian and Theodora then why are you dressed in what looks like an Egyptian outfit. Theodora wasn’t an Egyptian.”

“No she wasn’t. She also wasn’t born a Queen. She was Queen over Justinian but he made her Queen. They were equals but she owed her status to him. But Julius Caesar was the most powerful man in the world and he was submissive sexually and I think unlike his critics claim he was submissive to women. He shaved his body hair. That’s something women ask for. Cleopatra dominated him as a Queen who was born into it.”

“But Caesar wasn’t a king.”

“No but he was killed because his enemies thought he wanted to be and his name has been used by kings as the title of their office for 2,000 years and he certainly ruled like a king.”

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Chapter One

Night of Submission

“S’il vous plait, Monsieurs! Je ne suis pas homosexuel! Ne me faites pas faire ça!” pleaded the muscular young soldier being led barefoot and naked through the torchlit passage. “Je vous en supplie, ne m’utilisez pas car j’utilise les femmes du village!” How well the handsome prisoner whose bad luck it was to be captured during a recent battle knew the fate awaiting him. He had heard the rumors about Le Cercle des Lords. Then while waiting to confess his sins to a local priest behind a pile of hay in a village near their camp he had overheard a young knight sobbing while he poured out the story of his night of torture, humiliation and sexual abuse by the Lords.

* * *

Beginning with that first La Nuit de la Soumission in a dungeon in the bowels of a Burgundian castle in 1517, on the first day of the first New Moon of each calendar quarter a group of men, and in recent years women, received the same brief cryptic message, an address nothing more.

Inclusion in Le Cercle des Lords was once limited to powerful friends with common and unique sexual interests. Years, decades, centuries passed, monarchies fell, fashions changed and social classes mingled. Le Cercle des Lords changed too. Membership once exclusively male now included women, and once consisting of nobles, highly respected artists, senior clerics, intellectuals and very wealthy merchants broaden to include athletes, members of the military, musicians and entertainers. The French language title was dropped in favor of a more contemporary sounding Circle of Lords, or just The Circle. Where notice of the location of each quarterly gathering was once delivered by finely penned notes on small rolls of parchment then later on hand-delivered notes on purple edged vellum and eventually by an anonymous voice over the telephone, the announcement now arrived by text message.

There was never a need to adjust schedules. Every member knew the date and time which, like the date of the announcement of the location never changed. Except when prevented by war or plague, a Night of Submission had been held on the evening of second Full Moon of each quarter beginning at 9 p.m. since that first one in 1517. Those who could, scheduled their attendance at the beginning of each year especially since within 24-hours of responding with their intention to attend each quarter an email arrived with travel and lodging reservations paid by The Circle.

The upcoming gathering would be at 2000 Astral Drive in Los Angeles. Like all venues selected for a Night of Submission, the home was borrowed for a 7-day period from owners who had no affiliation with The Circle and no knowledge of the purpose for which it would be used. In exchange for the inconvenience of surrendering their home for a week, the owners received a very generous rental fee and week-long all-expense-paid accommodations for themselves and their children, if they had children, at the 5-Star resort or hotel of their choice anywhere in the world. The site, a very large late-20th Century southern California modern on an exceptionally large walled and gated property atop one of the highest of the Hollywood Hills offered restricted access and complete privacy. The agenda for these ultra-secret sessions is always the same, the presentation in submission of an exceptional young straight adult male for the visual and interactive enjoyment of all, and as a one-use item to be auctioned off that evening.

When Michael arrived at the gate of the home high atop Nichols Canyon, he found it guarded by two muscular young men who from their stance and positioning were not just attractive showpieces. He knew their capabilities. He was also aware four more just like them were at their assigned posts around the property and that all of these young men had in recent years served very different purposes on nights such as this.

After exchanging pleasantries a guard told Michael where to park and with a smile wished him a nice evening. “I definitely intend to do that,” Michael replied as the gate began to swing silently open. It had not yet come to a stop as his Tesla accelerated through and across a large stone-paved courtyard. I never tire of the view düzce escort of L.A. from the hills at night, he thought while taking in the breathtaking sight of endless ribbons of streetlights stretching to the horizon as he guided his car slowly along a curving drive below the home’s western-facing nearly all-glass façade and slipped his car into line in front of those already parked. Car counting told him that about twenty-five people had already arrived.

After making his way around to the front of the house, Michael nodded to the guards stationed at either side of a walkway leading to the front door. Like the two identically dressed guards at the gate, it was obvious that these young men clad in black jeans, black short sleeve, button-down collar shirts, and ankle-high black Ferragamo boots with matching belts were as capable as they were decorative. Smiling, he strode up the wide flagstone walk to the front door, stopping once to reach out and stroke one of the dozens of Bird of Paradise stalks flanking either side of the walk.

Michael stepped into the home’s spacious foyer but had not yet had time to glance around before a slender arm wrapped around his neck and warm lips pressed to his ear, “Hello sweetheart, you’re finally here,” whispered Sandra Trist, a Dominatrix and one of his closest friends. “Hi baby,” he replied, turning and kissing her on the lips. “How is it tonight?”

“You are going to like what they’ve found for us. I can’t wait for the auction,” Sandra, laughed loudly. “I said they, but maybe you were involved?”

“That nice, huh? Well then, I should make my way through and take a look. And no, I had nothing to do with the selection.”

“Come, let’s stop at the bar first,” Sandra chided softly taking Michael’s arm and guiding him across the room towards several people gathered in front of a built-in wet bar. “Remember you’re a Lord now. With all that privilege comes obligation, noblesse oblige they used to call it. You need to say hello.”

Michael understood and indicated so with a nod. He still wasn’t totally comfortable with the honor and accompanying responsibilities bestowed upon him at The Circle’s last annual convocation.

While liked and respected, Michael was surprised and a bit unsure if he was up to the task when he learned was elevated to The Circle’s leadership.

The Lords were five highly regarded individuals whose word was law but who in exchange for the honor bestowed upon them were expected to safeguard the organization and lend guidance and assistance to its members. During their tenure, each Lord held a position on The Circle’s twelve-member Finance Committee which also included seven individuals carefully chosen for their financial and ethical acumen. Collectively the Finance Committee was responsible for liaising with the banks and counselors that managed the Circle of Lords multibillion-dollar investment portfolio grown over the centuries from the fortunes of several of the organization’s founders. Little known and even then, only among the most discreet financiers, when applied the Circle of Lords’ influence on international finance was on par with that of a mid-sized hedge fund or a multinational corporation.

Although far more diversified than in 1517, the Circle of Lords still included very recognizable names, its influence derived from its huge accumulated treasure when exercised altered events, and of course the love of and homage to domination and submission at the organization’s core all required protection and must remain secret. Unknown to them those being considered for membership underwent the most exhaustive background examinations. Individuals who were passed over never learned of these investigations. Those who became members never objected. As a perk of membership, any member was able to call upon the Lords or the Finance Committee for mentoring, to arbitrate disputes between them, for personal financial guidance, or for other forms of support. It was understood that during their tenure Lords were responsible for helping members advance as much as they desired and were capable of professionally, socially and economically. Few regardless of age, edirne escort class or profession failed to benefit from their association with The Circle. Michael took these responsibilities very seriously, and they weighed heavily on him.

“One nice thing among all the other nice things about us having all that money,” Michael said leaning close whispering in Sandra’s ear and referring to The Circle’s treasure as she was handing him his drink. “Is being able to pay everyone’s expenses for attending these debauched little gatherings. It is nice to know the lack of cash doesn’t deny anyone. Cheers!” He added with a smile, raising his glass to hers. “Now let’s go. Show me what’s so special about the young man on the block tonight.”

* * *

The naked athletic twenty-four-year-old was everything Sandra had intimated. His perspiration damp flesh glistened under the overhead spots. Bent forward over the wine-colored padded leather-wrapped bondage horse bar his well-defined but not overly developed muscles trembled visibly.

The once always in charge, totally in control straight man was completely helpless. His legs were spread wide with his ankles lashed to the stainless-steel legs of the device over which he lay naked and ass up. His body was secured to the leather-covered bar by a wide leather strap wrapped around his chest which was in turn connected by a tightly stretched strap to a ring on the horse’s base. It was impossible for him to attempt to free himself because his hands were bound at the wrist high up behind his back and secured to the strap encircling his chest.

Thin streams of drool that flowed from the corners of his widely stretched and stuffed mouth joined at the underside of his chin and dripped onto the floor. Unable to push the thick leather cock-gag strapped around his head out from between his widespread lips with his saliva drenched tongue, he could only snarl and grunt while his dark blue eyes darted from one to another of the men and women who approached to touch, caress, squeeze and pinch every inch of his bound body. They all knew he was straight. That only made his desperate pleading glances for pity more delicious as they ran their hands over the bulging mounds of his shoulders and biceps, down the curve of his arched back and up over his smooth, muscular flexing ass. Women particularly enjoyed slapping his treacherous steel-hard circumcised penis now in full erection, making the once-proud young stud howl as his throbbing cock whipped from side-to-side splashing precum all over his straining thighs.

The soft murmuring of the crowd and the clinking of ice in their glasses were not enough to drown out the sound of the young man’s whimpering or his loud begging and pleas for mercy as one or another man or woman toyed with his quivering ass lips or teasingly inserted a finger knuckle deep into his never previously penetrated asshole.

Word of this particular offering had attracted an unusually high degree of interest beyond that usually drawn to the spectacle of a young heterosexual male in his prime being debased and used in the most sexually humiliating ways. The team charged with acquiring appropriate subjects for submission on these special nights had learned that even though he was recently married this particular young man took particular enjoyment in being vocal about his sexual exploits, his female conquests. More research discovered that although he lived with a woman and was as far as could be determined straight, because of his financial circumstances he would probably be agreeable to offering himself up for sexual abuse and as whore for private use if well compensated.

Chris Bowman had looked forward to this night. Despite appearances, the last thing he wanted was for that big leather cock to be removed from his mouth or for the men and sadistic women who were abusing him to stop. It took great planning for him to be able to slip away from his girlfriend for this evening. He had heard rumors about a hyper secret organization like this when he was in college, but that’s all it was then rumors. No one he ever met had ever met anyone who actually knew anything about such a group. elazığ escort Then he met two guys in a bar who started talking about kinky sex. Man, did his ears perk up. They hooked up for drinks a few nights later and again the talk came around to kinky stuff. Chris was all ears, all ears and hard dick. One of them even asked him if he had ever been fucked by a chick wearing a strap on! He told them no, but said he did jerk off watching porn and wondering what that must be like. A week later he slipped away for a few hours and met them again. That when they laid it on him, the whole gig, everything they wanted him to do for them and how much they would pay him to do it. Hell yeah, he was down for it!

Posed as he was now stripped naked, bent forward with his back arched, his muscular legs spread Chris knew his firm, dimpled ass was perfectly presented. His own mental image of how he must look combined with the sight of an attractive well-dressed fortyish brunette and a good-looking guy standing beside him as he felt fingertips massaging and probing his virgin asshole kept his cock hard as steel and dancing for his tormentors. Chris whimpered loudly and his cock belched precum when the man squatted down and while gently rubbing the sensitive little clit spot on the underside of his cock whispered into his ear, “Are you wondering if it will be a man or a woman who will buy you later and spend the night fucking that tight, sweet virgin ass of yours straight man? Hmmm? I think you hope it will be a man who gives your ass the fucking it so badly deserves.”

When Michael and Sandra entered the large dimly lit room with the panoramic view of Los Angeles laid out through its all-glass south and west-facing window walls, they were greeted by the sound of leather striking flesh blending with Chris’s pitiful groans and garbled not very manly shrieks. Sliding through the small crowd gathered in a circle to observe, Sandra squeezed Michael’s forearm whispering,” I do like this.”

As he had been all evening and would be until released to be put on display for auction, Chris was in position over the bondage horse. Three chairs had been pulled up, one to the right and one to the left side of him in front of the horse, and one behind him between his spread legs. Two women sat on the chairs in front and a man on the one in back. As the women took turns stroking Chris’s hard leaking cock and rolling, squeezing and tugging on his big egg-shaped balls, the man casually whipped Chris’s muscular young ass with a small soft leather flogger alternately lashing his right cheek and then the left while constantly rubbing and tickling Chris’s tight spasming asshole. The sights and sounds of Chris squirming around bound to that padded bondage horse as his straight cock obediently burped out precum and his asshole clutched its tormentor’s fingertip as if he was a well-trained slut were of course recorded. From the size of the puddle on the floor beneath the bent over slave’s chest Michael could tell that Chris had the potential to become exactly that.

In a different part of the house, in a different building on the property to be exact, two other young men were also experiencing a Night of Submission. Unfortunately for them, Ricky Tomes and Kevin O’Brian were enduring a night that would end quite differently than Chris Bowman’s. Ricky and Kevin had made the mistake of assaulting and seriously injuring a Circle member and while they had escaped the authorities, they had not eluded The Circle’s much more determined efforts to identify and capture them.

The two straight twenty-year-olds were in the home’s detached garage, naked, trussed up like pigs and tied down facing each other on a bench their mouths joined and stuffed by the bulbous heads of a double-headed dildo while being fucked up the ass at constantly varying speeds by very big mechanized dildos. Their cocks were locked in metal tubes which along with the small clamps attached to their nipples were wired to a device that applied a small electric shock every fifteen seconds. The boys were alone. No one heard their garbled screams. Shortly before dawn, a van would arrive and the boys would be drugged, strapped into a crate, and carted off to San Pedro for loading onto a ship. During the two-week trip to the Middle East they would receive the training necessary to make them fetch high prices at the Syrian slave market. The war, ISIS, not even Trump’s craziness has interfered with business at the market.

Coming in January 2020

Chapter Two

The Auction and Voyage

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12-1-14

It wasn’t my dungeon, but it was a dungeon and that was good enough for the moment. My house didn’t have a space this size to turn into a playroom and while I was a smidgen jealous I didn’t begrudge it’s owners. After all, they’d graciously allowed me private access for this little adventure. My eyes and fingers strolled around the room, gazing and touching each piece of fantasy furniture. Two different spanking benches. A St. Andrew’s Cross. One smallish cage and right next to it a large pet carrier that would fit a humongous dog or a small person. Fortunately most subs tended not to be claustrophobic. Some smaller non-fixed stocks and the like. Lots of chains and attachment points secured to the ceiling beams here and there. A big comfy-looking futon bed piled with pillows and stuffed animals sat in one corner as a decompression space.

It was a beginning dungeon. Not completely jam packed with gear as so many tended to be. This was a good thing. Lots of room for improvement and places to put new stuff. I had a suspicion that I might be contributing a few items in the future. If not for my own amusement, then definitely as a return favor for the loan of the room.

My personal needs as far as furniture was concerned on this day were fairly simple. Aside from the ambiance of preferring a dungeon, that is. I’d only needed two items they didn’t have and I brought them with me since they were portable. A small wooden stool about two and a half feet tall. Simple and plain. Round seat with rungs between the legs, like any kitchen or dinette stool you might find in any house in America. Three bucks from a thrift store. It’s worth to me? Priceless. The other was a pad from a chaise lounge which I had modified to suit a specific purpose I will describe later.

Check my watch. Plenty of time.

No time to dawdle, but more than enough to prepare. The girl would be here soon.

There were two items of non-dungeon-ish furniture I had wanted and fortunately they were already there. Yard sale and thrift store items that always came in handy. One was a wooden library table which was usable for so many things. It wasn’t so large it took up too much room but more than big enough to tie a pet down to all four corners for some play time, as well as being sturdy enough to hold two people in case things progressed that far. Plus it was just a handy place to put your stuff.

I owed a large debt to whomever in antiquity first imagined the concept of the table.

He or she was just a freaking genius.

The other item I required was a long low coffee table. One of those old fake mission style things made by the millions back in the 70’s. Dark wood. Two feet wide by over four feet long and massive as a block of granite. Seriously usable as they could stand a lot of banging around but a serious pain in the bucket when it came time to move.

Since I’m all about not straining my back, especially at my age, I elected to move the library table closer to the coffee table rather than vice-versa.

Placing the stool in between the two completed the heavy lifting portion of my prep work.

When I bought the the chaise lounge pad I’d cut a long slit down the center of the cover material and scooped out a portion of the foam padding about four inches wide, two feet long and two inches deep. In this cavity I placed an electric “massager” with a round head, trailing the cord down the slit and out the end of the pad. Over this I placed a wide strip of soft leather and stuck it down with some flexible fabric glue. Now I had a pad with a built in massage head the protruded about two inches above the plane of the pad and less if someone was laying on top of it. Some extra electrical ingenuity put a variable speed control near the head of the pad where I could reach it.

Today would determine if that project had been worth the effort or not. I laid the pad across the top of the coffee table and ran an extension cord to the wall socket.

The few other props I needed slid out of my gym bag and onto the table top. A couple of them I covered with a towel to keep the surprise as long as possible. The others I wanted out in the open.

My hands were shaking just a little bit. Not an uncommon occurrence at my age, but it irritated me. Of course I was excited on several different levels to account for it but still… I took a few moments to stretch and do some deep breathing to find my calm space and relax.

Checked again. Steady as a rock. Excellent.

This little scene had been years in the making. Little Miss Marigold Granger had been but an infant on the day we first met. The only daughter of a friend and his wife who were more or less on the outskirts of my social circle. People I saw infrequently most of the time. But I had encountered them often enough for their daughter to take a liking to me. Over the years I had watched her grow first into a sweet and endearing child, then a smart and imaginative teen followed too closely by a strong and self assured young lady. The transformation had been often astonishing.

One muğla escort of the things which had kept us in contact with each other over the years was our mutual love and admiration for books. She had a voracious appetite for the printed word and she valued my opinion highly. I could not even number the times I had sent her home with grocery sacks full of new books to read and new worlds to encounter.

The eager smile on her lips was my reward.

It was my love of books that would prove to be my downfall.

Or perhaps my salvation.

I’d had to take a few days down south on a short business trip and I had asked Marigold to watch the house and feed my dog while I was away. She’d readily agreed and had settled in with new treasures from my bookshelf as I headed out. Not once did I give a single thought to the bookshelf in the bedroom which held my personal collection of erotica. It was an eclectic assemblage from light erotica to outright porn with a heavy accent on BDSM-themed stories, since those were my favorite kink.

Of course if I had given it a thought it wouldn’t have mattered a bit, as that wonderful little girl was now over eighteen and more than capable of making up her own mind.

In retrospect I probably should have been paying more attention to the look on her face when I returned home again. But I was just so happy to be home in one piece I didn’t pay it any mind.

Fast forward ten years

One of the best things about moving back into town was being able to get reacquainted with my little golden child. I’d missed everything about her. While I had been away she’d married a very nice young man whom I both liked and approved of. He was more than good enough for my best girl. They seemed quite happy together and I was looking forward to being around both of them and at least being a small part of their life.

What I wasn’t really expecting was the amount of change which had taken place in the last ten years. I knew she and her husband were sharing a house with another couple. At first I thought it was just friends living together. The little bits of information slowly showed me they were living in a polyamorous relationship with these other young people. Kind of their own private little swingers club.

Well! Good for them.

Then a few more tidbits managed to make their way to the surface. Hints leading to this and that. Things which made my eyebrows crawl right up my forehead.

One of those was a link to her profile on a well known kink website which opened up to show me facets of little Mari’s psyche which I hadn’t even suspected.

Pictures of her naked which made me feel a little funny at first.

Pictures of her in a little red fox costume. Ears and paws and a tail attached to her waist and nothing else. Those were… intriguing. But I still felt a little funny.

Pictures of her playing with a certain cute little redhead that were highly erotic. Especially since I’d had some of the same thoughts about the same girl in my mind.

Pictures of her and that redhead bound and gagged. The funny feeling faded some and left me warm all over.

Pictures of my sweet little Mari bound in many different ways. Sometimes by herself and sometimes with her hubby or with a handful of different women. I clicked on each one and expressed my liking of her choice of both play activities and partners.

That funny feeling had completely disappeared by this time.

If that wasn’t enough, my little golden child decided that “Dear sweet Uncle Rex” wasn’t quite getting the message fast enough and began sending me more in emails. Each one had a dozen or more pictures attached. Each one of those pics was designed for a sole purpose: To get me hard and wanting.

They worked.

Then came the videos.

Oooohhhh… snap.

The tamest one was her setting up her phone as a video camera with music playing in the background. Then she turned her back, hiked up that skimpy little dress around her waist and shook her fine little ass to the music.

And it was definitely one fine little ass.

They got more and more explicit from there.

One of my very favorite videos ever was twelve minutes of Mari’s face. Just her face, nothing more. I say “nothing more” if you discount the fact that for the following twelve minutes I got to see that little darling moving from one orgasm to the next. Not those fake screaming orgasms you see in the porn films. Real, actual happy trembling waves of ecstasy passing over and over her face. You couldn’t see what was going on below the camera angle to cause such reactions, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was her angelic smile and the look of sublime pleasure.

It was very easily, hands down, the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life.

And that’s saying something. I’ve seen some stuff.

I sat behind my computer and growled.

Howled.

Hardened repeatedly.

Made several messes.

Cleaned them up and started all over, watching those ordu escort videos again and again.

I knew that most of these pictures and videos were not made expressly for my benefit. But once again, it didn’t matter. Not one bit. What did matter was she had sent them to me.

And, as if she still wasn’t sure I was getting the message, she began interspersing her emails with “I want you.”

Well, that was pretty plain.

Most of my replies went along this line:

“My little golden fox-

I want you too, love.

I just hope you are ready to pay the price for teasing your dear grouchy old uncle this way. You are driving me to distraction. One day soon I will turn you over my knee and paddle you soundly for that.

I’m just sayin’…

-Uncle R”

I was getting her message. I wonder if she was getting mine?

I guess I’d soon find out. She was due any moment.

Setting all of this up had taken some work. Getting the things made and arranging to borrow this wonderful little room. Telling my little Hermione (a pet name only hardcore Potterheads would recognize) when and where and what.

In most of my interactions with Mari over the years I had just been in “sweet old funny uncle” mode. It was a role I’d taken with her for decades. Though a number of my messages of late had been growly and dark with threats of repercussions, I’d never gone full-blown “Dom” with her before.

Now was the time.

“Miss marigold-

It has come the time for Me to show you the error of your ways, girl.

Saturday evening, 6pm sharp.

407 2nd Street. In the basement.

Wear that short little silvery dress. You know which one.

And nothing else.

I will be waiting.

Do NOT be late.

-Rex”

Then there she was.

Right on the dot of the hour I heard the sound of the door opening and closing upstairs. It amused me to imagine her standing on the step, a combination of excitement and trepidation crossing her face as she counted down the seconds. Perhaps her thighs and hips twitching a bit in anticipation, nipples hard under the thin material of that skimpy scrap of dress. Maybe even the cheeks of her ass tightening in expectation of taking the brunt of my displeasure over her incessant teasing.

Her footsteps were soft on the wood floor overhead. Due to the layout of the house I got to listen to each step as she made her way to the basement door.

At the door she hesitated and the smile of a hungry wolf awaiting it’s prey crossed my lips.

One breath.

Two…

Three… and the door opened.

One more breath and a sigh before her little bare feet appeared on the top step. Each step down showed more and more of those fine smooth legs. I almost wondered for a moment if she had disobeyed (or felt a little extra bold) and decided to come down totally naked in an attempt to throw me off my game.

If she had, it probably would have worked. I’d have been disconcerted.

But then the hem of her dress came into view, just covering the tops of her thighs and her taut little ass. Fingers barely touching the handrail, showing her confidence. Or trying to, anyway. I could also see the tenseness in her body. Her hand ready to grab the rail and sprint back up the stairs at a moments notice. I reveled in her uncertainty.

She knew what I was going to do. Some of it, anyway.

I’d made that more than clear enough.

Yes, my little Marigold had been spanked before. Many times. I’d seen the pictures. She was an experienced submissive. More than one Dom/me had wrung cries of pain and pleasure from her lips over the years. Hell, Mari had endured things much more extreme than what I had planned for her.

But this… this was different.

It was personal.

I wasn’t just some Dom she had met and agreed to a play session with. There were no pre-scene “negotiations” or safe word discussions. Her husband wasn’t waiting upstairs or lurking in the corner keeping an eye on his girl or even taking pictures or video to memorialize the event so it could be posted on her web page.

Although I do wish I would have thought of that… damn.

Ah, well…

I was her kindly old uncle Rex, who she’d managed to push beyond the limits of my endurance. Now all she knew for sure that I was going to punish her for teasing me.

And maybe… just maybe… I was going to give her what she wanted.

I did so love the look in a subbies eyes when they didn’t know what was going to happen next. The look in her eyes in no way disappointed me. My little Mari, who was always so bubbly and ebullient was a bit subdued and unsure of herself for the first time in many many years. There was a little nervous smile on her lips and a look of uncertainty in her eyes as she paused on the very last step, as if unsure she really wanted to complete the journey.

After all, it had taken us almost twenty eight years to reach this place.

With one more soft sigh, she stepped down to osmaniye escort the floor.

“Hello, Sir.” My heart trembled a little bit, hearing those words. I’d always been “Rex” or “Uncle” before. Other bits of my anatomy stirred as well at her words.

“Right on time, little golden child. Good girl.” It was her turn to shiver a bit at mine. Even from across the room I could clearly see the hard little nubs of her nipples poking through the thin material. It seemed she had indeed followed my directions to the letter.

My finger pointed to the rug in front of my feet.

“Right here, girl.”

With a barely whispered “Yes, Sir.” she crossed the room and knelt at my feet, composing herself with eyes down and hands on her thighs. A very experienced sub indeed.

“Do you know why you are here, child?”

“You are going to paddle me for teasing you, Sir.”

“Are you sorry you teased your poor old uncle, Mari?” A grin twisted her lips and she shook her head.

“Nope.” I had to fight hard not to chuckle myself.

“Even though you knew this was going to happen.”

“Yes, Sir. Even so.”

“All righty, then.” If anybody at work heard me say that, there would be eyebrows raised. It was my “Oh snap, here we go…” phrase. It seemed appropriate at the time. I was planning on raining fire on that pert little butt of hers. Picking up two things from the table, I tossed one of them into her lap. A black stretchy hair band.

“As much as I love that mass of beautiful curly hair, it will be in my way this evening, baby girl. Tie it back for me, please.”

“Yes, Sir.” She barely got that done before her eyes widened as I showed her the second item. It was a collar I had made from dark leather and brass chains. Any other time it would have made her gush like a schoolgirl. Tonight it just made her eyes go wide and I jumped in to speak before any of the words could reach her lips.

“I am well aware that you belong to another, golden girl. But I have spoken to Red, as well as Cuffs and Kan and they consented graciously. Said to send you their love, of course.” I held out the collar, dangling it in front of her eyes.

“By wearing this you agree that tonight you belong to nobody but Me.” Fingers gently reached out, touching mine for a brief moment as she took it from my grasp. She clutched it in her hand and pressed it to her chest in between those sweet titties, lowering her head and her eyes.

“I… I am honored, Sir.” Then those gorgeous brown eyes lifted to mine and she said “Thank you, Master.”

I tried my best to ignore what hearing that from her own mouth did to my heart. Gruffly I said “If you agree, put it on, girl. We have things to do.”

“Oh! Yes, Sir! Of course!” Hastily she buckled it in place around her neck. It made me feel a little better about my own excitement when I saw her fingers were trembling as she fumbled the strap before getting it placed and snugged down.

As I suspected, that plain little collar became as dazzling as one of the crown jewels around her neck. My little Marigold could make mud look like diamonds.

On with the show.

“Stand up.” I raised my hand. “Lift your dress up around your waist.”

She had indeed followed my directions. Nothing under that skirt but pure golden girl. Shaved clean except for a thin patch of fur about two fingers wide and three inches long. A “landing strip” as the kids nowadays call it. Whatever it was, I liked it.

“Turn around.”

Target acquired and locked. Weapons hot.

That sweet little bottom which was going to be the target of at least most of my frustrations over the last few months. It pleased me no end to see that her thighs and hips were slightly in motion even as she tried to stand still. The muscles of her ass twitched and flexed in anticipation.

As I stepped up close behind her, the tension in the room almost crackled like static electricity.

Deciding to break it just for a moment, I leaned in and whispered “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” A quick “Eep!” escaped her lips and she broke into a giggle which suddenly cut off as I grabbed her thick curly hair roughly where she had tied it back.

“Are you wet, girl?” I hissed. She mewled a little in her need.

“Oooohhhh… yes, Sir! I’m so fucking wet I can’t believe it!” I released her and sat down on my stool, one hand patting the top of my thigh.

“Good. Come her, Mari. Keep your dress up.”

Like the good girl she was, she laid herself over my lap. One hand grabbed the rungs of the stool and I pulled her other arm behind her, securing it in the small of her back with my fingers wrapped around her wrist. She made a small squeal and kicked a bit as I lifted my foot up on the rung, pulling her feet free of the ground. That made me chuckle.

“Are you sorry yet?”

“Nope! Eek!!” Her sassy reply was cut short by my palm smacking her ass hard, leaving a pink imprint of my hand on the pale flesh of her butt. I took just a moment to admire my handiwork.

Pun intended.

Deciding I liked the results, I continued. A dozen or more swats landed at different intervals and different places on her bottom while she gasped and squeaked and wiggled and kicked her feet. Normally I am more controlled, measuring out each stroke before I begin and keeping track of how many, even having a punished pet count them out loud.

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