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The minute she walked into the crowded club, she felt his presence. She was very nervous about being here, having never been willing to act upon her submissive nature before. In a moment of pure spontaneity she had agreed to come to this club, where dominant men find submissive women. And here she was, unsure of what to do.

She had met him online a couple of months ago. They had never exchanged personal information. She didn’t even know his name. She had seen a picture of him. He had seen one of her also. When he suggested they meet, she reluctantly accepted, not wanting to drive him away.

He noticed her as soon as she walked in. She was short, probably only 5’4″ or so. She had very long wavy blonde hair that ended only inches away from her shapely little ass. She had beautiful cleavage. She was nervous, he observed. Very nervous. He smiled, sensing how new she was to the whole experience. He strides over to her. She felt like she was being watched, and was slightly uncomfortable. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and because she was so tense, she jumped. He ran his hands down her arms and back up slowly, giving her shoulders a little squeeze. “Hello, pet.” He says quietly into her ear, so that she can feel his warm breath against her neck. She shivers.

“Hi.” She barely gets the words out, she’s so nervous.

“Will you come with me, little one? I would like to take you back to my home and make you a very happy woman.” He whispered. She panicked for a moment, then relaxed, remembering how badly she had always wanted this.

“Yes, please. But I’m so inexperienced.” He squeezed her shoulders again.

“The perfect sub is trained by her Master and is tailored to fit His needs. You are a blank slate, pet, and I am lucky enough to choose what goes into your pages. Come.” And with that, he turned and left, knowing she’d eagerly follow. She did, and climbing into his car, took a few calming deep breaths.

The drive to his home was short and on the way she took in the sight of him. He was tall, at least 6 feet. He’s well built, and very muscled. His skin is a gorgeous deep brown, and his eyes are a light hazel. The contrast is stunning. He glances over, making her aware of how rudely she is staring. She blushes and immediately turns away. He reaches over and grabs her chin, pulling her eyes back to his.

“You may look at me, pet.” He says softly, and she gives him a small smile. A thought crosses her mind and before she can filter it, she says it.

“What is your name?” He tightens his grasp on her chin. She shrinks back, unsure of his reaction.

“My pet, you will never call me by my name. I will tell you, but if it ever crosses your lips unless directly ordered by me, you will be severely punished. Am I understood?”

“Yes.” Her voice is almost inaudible.

“Very good. My name is Damion. Never will you use my name unless I instruct you to do so. Now, pet. What is your name?” She sighs, relieved that he was not angry with her, chiding herself for not thinking.

“Cara. What should I call you?” He releases her chin.

“You will address me as Master or Sir.” He smiles. Her nervousness returns. The fear of disappointing him or forgetting his instructions scares her. She begins to talk fast.

“I’ve never done this. I’ve never been submissive. I know that’s what I am, but I’ve never been with a Dom. My only sexual experiences are just normal sex.”

“That’s ok. What are your limits?” She frowns.

“I don’t know. I suppose we’ll find out as they come up.”

“How about humiliation, names, degradation, things like that?”

“I don’t mind it. I kind of like it.” She says shyly.

“Good. Don’t look embarrassed. This is nothing to be embarrassed about. We are both adults, and this is our lifestyle. You will never feel shame for what you are to me, is that understood, pet?” He says softly. She nods, feeling silly for being embarrassed. She is surprised at how easily this man is controlling her emotions. Mmmm, control. That’s what she’s always wanted in a lover and now she has it. He pulls her out of her thoughts. “We’re here, pet. Come inside.” She follows him inside. Just before they get to the door, he stops and turns to her.

“When you walk inside of this door, you are mine. You will do as I say when I say it and if you do not, you will be punished. The safe word is red. If you ever say the safe word, I will immediately stop what I am doing, release you from any bonds, and take you into the bathroom to clean you off and we will discuss why you needed to say the safe word. I will jojobet push your limits and sometimes I will take you too far. You can always stop me, but I expect you to take as much as you can. I will be very rough with you and it will take getting used to. In return, I will protect you and love you more than you’ve ever been loved before. Am I clear?” She swallowed and closed her eyes. After a moment, she nodded and they entered the house. He took her purse from her and went to the kitchen, pouring them both a glass of wine. He led her into an expansive living room and directed her onto the sofa.

“Do you have a name you would like to be called, pet?” She thought for a moment.

“No. That’s up to you, Sir.” She smiled, proud of herself for remembering his title. Another question pops into her head.

“What are your rules, Master?”

“You will do as I say when I say it. Any hesitation or disobedience will lead to punishment. You will not look me directly in the eye. You will wear only the clothing that I approve. You will cook for me, clean for me, and be prepared to please me at a moment’s notice. You will never cum without permission.”

“Ok.”

“Good. Now, set your glass down and turn around.”

“Mmmm, very nice.” He slaps her ass hard, surprising her.

“Every time you speak to me, you will address me as Master or Sir. Do I make myself perfectly clear?” She closes her eyes tightly and swears at herself.

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry I forgot, Master. Please be patient with me. I want so badly to learn to please you.”

“Very good, slut. I will be patient with you, but you will learn the rules. Now, are you ready?”

“Yes, Master.” He grabbed her hips lightly and turned her around until she was facing him.

“Mmmm good. Take your shirt and skirt off.” She hesitates.

“Now, slave. Don’t make me wait.” She hurriedly completes her task and stands before him.

“Now get on all fours like an animal and crawl your slutty little ass over to me.” She drops down to all fours and slowly crawls over to him.

“I want you to kneel in front of me.” She raised up onto her knees.

“Do you want my dick, bitch?” He caught her by surprise and she hesitated.

“Do you?” He asked sharply.

“Yes, Master.” He smiled down at her.

“I knew you would, whore. Unzip my pants.”

“Yes, Master.” She quickly unzips his pants.

“Good girl. Now take my boxers off with your teeth. Slowly.” She leaned forward and took his waistband in her mouth, gently pulling on it until they came down off of his hips. She gasped as his hard cock came into full view. He grabbed his cock in his hand and began to slowly stroke it back and forth. Much to her surprise, his dick grow larger.

“You want this, pet?”

“Yes, Master. Very much.”

“Good. Little whores like you love dick. Does my pretty little whore want to suck on it?”

“Would that please you, Master?” She looked up, but remembered the rules just before making eye contact with him, swiftly glancing downward again. He smiled and ran his fingers along her jawline.

“Such a good girl. Yes, it would please me.” He moved so that his cock was right next to her mouth. She licked her lips and took Master’s cock into her mouth, slowly moving up and down on him.

“Very good, my little bitch slut.” He placed his hand on the top of her head. She continued and took him as far as he could go, trying not to gag. This displeased him.

“Choke on it, pet.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her down until her nose touched his skin. She gagged, but didn’t dare pull away.

“Take it.” He began to fuck her face, thrusting in and out of her mouth. She stayed still, eagerly letting him fuck her face. He pulled out briefly for her to get air.

“Good, pet. Do you like it when your Master fucks your face, bitch?”

“Yes, Master. Have I pleased you, Master?”

“Not yet, bitch. Keep sucking, then we will see if you have pleased me.”

“Mmmm, fuck yes. Take me into your hand, pet.” She moved until her mouth was only around the tip and took him in her hand, moving up and down, while swirling her tongue around him.

“Do you like touching my dick, whore? Do you like sucking it?” He pulled her head back for her response.

“Yes, Master.”

“Now let’s try something else out. Stand up.” She obediently and quickly stood.

“I want you to remove your bra and panties. Very slowly, pet.” She reached behind her back, unclasping her bra and pulling the strap from her shoulders, revealing jojobet Giriş her breasts and letting the bra fall to the floor. Then she hooked her thumbs into the waistline of her panties and slowly inched them down her hips to pool at her feet. He looked her body up and down and licked his lips.

“I am going to fuck you so hard that you will beg for it never to end.” Excitement stirred in her stomach.

“Go to the bedroom and lay down on your stomach.” She obeyed him immediately quickly heading down the hallway, pausing only for him to show her which room.

“Do you want me to fuck your ass, bitch?” His question surprised her, but she answered without hesitating.

“Yes, Master.” He walked up behind her and climbed onto the bed, straddling her from behind.

“You have a nice ass, pet.”

“Thank you, Master.” He spanked her a few times.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, pet?”

“No, Master.”

“Good, this might hurt a bit.” And with that, he spread her ass wide and plunged inside of her, completely filling her. She yelped and bit her lip, the pain bringing her to the point of passing out. She felt blood on her tongue as she realized her lip was now bleeding.

“Does that feel good, whore? Do you like to be fucked in the ass?” He grabbed her hips and rocked back and forth, showing no mercy.

“Yes, Master. But it hurts.”

“I don’t fucking care if it hurts, pet. This is for my pleasure.” He began to slam into her harder. She whimpered and tried to relax her muscles, wanting to please him. Tears stung her eyes as the pain continued.

“Are you crying?” He reached forward and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back to see her face.

“Good. This will soon become pleasure, my little slut.” He took his free hand and began to fondle her breasts, getting deeper from leaning forward. She relaxed and slowly the pain began to dissipate and pleasure crept in.

“Does this feel good, pet?” He growled into her ear, grinding his hips against her ass, increasing her pleasure. He slowed down, not wanting to cum too soon, and she became very sensitive, each thrust doubling her pleasure until she was quivering underneath him.

“Master, can your slut cum, please?”

“Hell no! You will cum when I give you permission, you ungrateful bitch.” But she was already lost to her orgasm. She trembled terribly, trying to control herself, but it was no use. He quickly pulled out of her and stepped back. Tears stung her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Master. I’m so sorry.” She stayed where he left her, shaking slightly from her receding orgasm and from her newfound fear.

“You have angered me, pet. You will be punished as I see fit. Am I understood?” He spoke very quietly and very controlled. She nodded. He walked over to the nightstand and began pulling things out of the top drawer.

“Onto your back, slut.” She quickly moved onto her back. She muttered apologies while he waited for her to get settled.

“It’s too late for sorry, pet. You need to be punished. Now, give me your hands.” He took each of her wrists and handcuffed them to each of the bedposts. He went back to the nightstand and came back, something she couldn’t quite see in his hands. He motioned for her to give him her ankles. She quickly obeyed. He proceeded to knot the end of two pieces of rope to her ankles and threw the rope over the wooden slab connecting the tops of the bedposts. He yanked and her legs and waist were pulled up suddenly. Only the top of her back and up was still on the bed. Her ass was about 2 feet about the bed and her legs were hoisted higher and secured tightly. He gave her a few moments to adjust to the new position. He walked around the front of the bed and suddenly the world went dark. He had blindfolded her. A small part of her panicked, but mostly she enjoyed the darkness because she could no longer see how angry he was. She lay there thinking about how she would redeem herself. She had barely registered the swoosh sound when she felt excruciating pain across both her nipples. She screamed loudly and was rewarded with a ball gag roughly shoved into her mouth. Tears slid down her cheeks as her nipples began to throb painfully.

“Since you cannot speak, pet, I will count for you, however, in the future, when you are punished, you will count every stroke and thank me for each one. But since this is your first punishment, I believe you’ll be too loud. When I am done, I will remove the gag and you may thank me. Do not forget to thank me or you will receive worse punishment.” Another terribly jojobet Güncel Giriş painful smack landed at the tops of her thighs. She screamed into the gag.

“One, slut.” Another smack across her stomach.

“Two, slut.” The cane rained down on her three more terribly painful times. By the time he had finished, her throat was sore from screaming and her eyes burned from her tears. Red welts were beginning to form where he had struck her. He came up and gently removed the gag from her, massaging her cheeks where the cold leather had held it into place. He patted her cheek lightly and she quickly remembered her instructions.

“Thank you, Master, for your correction. Please forgive your slut. She is so sorry, Sir. I’m so sorry.” She began to cry again, not from the pain, but for disappointing him. He kissed her lightly on the cheek.

“You took your punishment so well, my sweet pet. For that you will be rewarded, my love.” She sighed, so glad to have pleased him. He removed her blindfold and moved to the end of the bed, untying her legs from their high perch and securing her ankles to the bottom of the bedposts so that she was lying flat again. When he was finished, he climbed onto the bed and straddled her stomach. He began to run his hand over her breasts and shoulders. She moaned and arched her back to meet his hands. He looked at her lovingly.

“Would you like for me to kiss you, my sweet pet?”

“Oh, yes, Master, please.” He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. She moaned into his mouth, making him deepen their kiss and bit her lip aggressively. His hand made its way down to her pussy. She moaned as he slipped his index finger and middle finger into her.

“Oh, I see. Excited are we, pet?” He slowly moved his fingers back and forth, feeling her muscles clenched around him.

“Yes, Master. I want you badly, Sir.” She pushed against his hand, wanting to feel him deeper. He laughed softly and kissed her again, nibbling at her lips and catching her tongue.

“Shall I kiss another pair of lips for you, pet?” She moaned again and nodded yes, her mouth too dry for words. He smiled and slowly moved down her body, planting kisses along the way. He came to her pussy and licked slowly, causing her to buck her hips. He pinched her thigh, and she went still again. He continued to lick her, feeling her body begin to quiver in response. She moaned again and clenched her fists, pulling against her restraints. Her breathing increased and she tightened the muscles in her thighs.

“Please, Master. I’m afraid I’ll cum…” He slowed to a stop, giving her a break to relax.

“Thank you, Master. I don’t want to disobey you again, Sir.” He smiled at her and crawled back up to kiss her.

“Very good, pet. I’m pleased with you.” She smiled and he kissed her again.

“Do you feel deserving of a reward, pet?” Her brow furrowed as she felt this was a trick question. She thought for a few minutes then answered quietly.

“If it pleases you, Master, your slave would love a reward.” He beamed a smile at her and she smiled back, very happy with her answer. He straddled her body again and pressed the tip of his cock against her. She squirmed and tried to push her hips into him. He smiled and spanked her, stilling her. He entered her quickly, her wetness allowing him to go all the way in one thrust. She gasped and he began to move slowly back and forth, not wanting the scene to end too quickly. After what seemed to her like hours, he began to speed up. She pulled desperately against her restraints, repeating in her head his order not to cum without permission. He moaned and reached down to grab her by the hair, fucking her hard and fast now.

“Please, Master. Cum for me, Sir!” He quickened his pace and clenched his muscles.

“Cum for me, my little slut.” She needed no further encouragement. Her body shook as her orgasm rocked through her. He came shortly after, moaning loudly into her ear as another wave of orgasm hit her. She screamed, pulling hard against the restraints. After a few moments, their bodies relaxed, and he moved to her side, undoing the restraints on her wrists. He slowly got up and undid the ones on her ankles also. He went to the nightstand and got some soothing lotion. He rubbed her wrists and ankles where the marks from the cuffs were. Then he rubbed it into the welts the cane had left on her. He returned to her side and pulled her close to him, her head resting against his chest.

“How do you feel, pet?” He kissed her forehead and smoothed her hair away from her eyes.

“I feel amazing, Master. It was delicious.”

“You did very well, my sweet slave. I think you’ll be very happy here, Cara.” He smiled down and at her. She smiled back, cuddled closer to him and closed her eyes.

“I’ll be happy wherever you are, Master.”

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To see where this all started read This Thing Called Life

*****

There were twelve of us men in the bus on the way to the TGirl Academy, Tree’s Girl Academy officially. It was named after Tree, the enormous black man with the largest cock I had ever seen in my life including pornos. Tree had identified something special in each of us and had managed to turn us all out so that we were about to become women as soon as we entered the campus.

The bus ride was subdued as we all were allowed no luggage to take with us, just the clothes on our backs; we weren’t just going to experience change we had to deal with letting go with our past.

The campus was sprawling and looked like old New England style campuses though in truth it was a former Catholic boarding school for girls. Clearly Tree had made some adjustments as we drove closer I observed a state of the art gym through a more modern looking glass walled gym, clearly an addition. And off to a far side where the trees were sparser was a pool with deck chairs all alongside.

When the bus stopped and we entered the hall we were met with Sarah, the Halle berry lookalike trainer who I had sex with then got cock tortured by, ah the memories.

“Alright ladies, strip!” Sarah yelled and we all complied.

We of course all started checking each other out and many were quickly getting hard. It was a mixed group of ages and nationalities in our group.

“Now let me lay down the ground rules ladies. First off you can masturbate all you want, we encourage constant states of arousal, however you are not to stroke to completion.”

Groans of disapproval flooded the room and three of the classmates took it as a cue to start stroking right there. An Asian guy to my side was quite well hung and she was growing as she stroked. Sarah started to walk amongst us, inspecting the merchandise as she continued with the rules.

“Secondly there is to be no sex between any of you, at all,” she demanded.

More groans of disapproval and the Asian looked towards my cock with disappointment. My cock was rising now as Sarah passed and blew quickly in my ear and also at the heat I was feeling from the Asian and his very large cock.

“That one is taken seriously, we will cancel your surgeries and all training and Tree will decide if you get to come back in next year’s class or not so stay away from those cocks ladies. Who you will be is not who you are and we can’t complicate things around here with feelings. Next rule, you will dress only as women from here on out. We have your falsies in your rooms with your expected surgery sizes and whole new wardrobes. The clothing is cheap, some slutty but we will invest in the higher end items when your transformations are official.”

Everyone looked around realizing this was getting real. Sarah stopped in front of me.

“Myself and the other trainers, doctor, and professors will NOT sleep with any of you so please don’t offer us any temptation, it’s only annoying and makes you look desperate. Also women’s restrooms only now, no urinals, sit down and piss, that’s how we ladies do it. Other rules will be explained as needed. Lastly you are all whores, you are sluts, you are all bimbos, and dumb cunts,” she said.

She looked around for reactions but only got mostly hardening cocks as a response.

“What I mean by that is you are going to be whores by definition, the other names, do NOT use them on each other. You will be going through hormonal changes and you will be emotional at times but we TGirls support each other, understood?”

We all grunted agreements. Then she started handing out packets.

“These have your room numbers and roommate assignments and class schedules. Here to talk a little more about what to expect physically is Doctor Morgan.”

Sarah stepped aside to reveal Doctor Morgan, a devilishly handsome silver haired fox who looked to be in his fifties. He was in full scrubs but his body showed promise of being in very good shape.

“Good morning ladies,” he said.

I think I actually heard some giggles. The good doctor took it in stride.

“Alright ladies, I am one of those you cannot sleep with to be clear, after you graduate well, we’ll see won’t we?”

The crowd laughed, the Doctor had a sparkle in his eyes. He was jovial and friendly and nice.

“First, you will all start hormone therapy for six months to a year. We are state of the art here and indeed I believe you’ve all seen some of my work. How big we can make your breasts depends on genetics so I have already pulled your closest female relative info which is how we came to your falsies waiting for you but nothing is written in stone, you may be bigger or smaller than planned. They will look real however and you will have sensations, you will be ladies, ladies.”

He paused for the applause and I think most of us were clapping mostly because he was putting us at ease.

“Now Sarah here has to be stern, but me, I’m an old man, I’ve seen it all, I can talk frankly and frankly I have good Betturkey news for you all. You can have all the sex you want while you are here,” he smiled.

That led to thunderous applause.

“However, I need to monitor your equipment and how it is affected by the hormones so pleased do not jerk to completion it makes my job harder if you have constant relief. Secondly do not let emotions get in the way, keep it purely sexual, if you are getting feelings get out. We have a large staff here and those that aren’t listed below are fair game though they don’t know your secret so it’s up to you how to approach them,” he said.

Sarah stepped up.

“You are also allowed to walk into town any time but only as a woman, the guards at the gate will see to that. We have good relations with our neighbors so figure out how to have sex without angering an unexpecting sex partner. We will have classes on seduction by the way among other things. You have your itineraries in hand so go get dressed and report to your first class,” she said and we all moved on.

I had a little trouble finding my room but when I did I was surprised to see a lean young blonde man stroking furiously on a seven inch cock on her bed.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t…” I stammered.

“No worries missy, we’re bunkmates, you need to get used to it, this is what I do. Bloody hell we can’t wank to completion, good thing I’m a partial to edging,” she said

“You’re British?”

“Aye and you’re hung a bit mite like a bull I believe I scored with this arrangement. You’re not bashful are you?”

I shook my head and started to stroke my own cock.

“Ah that’s a nice one in’t,” he said.

He yanked furiously on his cock as he saw mine finally at full staff. I was horny as hell but had no partner and that’s when I looked out the window and saw the groundskeeper. He was young and had work khakis on as he cleared brush but his shirt was off and placed in his back pocket due to the heat. His firm toned body rippled with muscles as he moved. Suddenly my roommate was standing next to me stroking in unison and watching him also.

“Well fairness calls, you saw him first so you have first go yes? Lunch break will be your first chance so move in on it or I’ll have a go. Don’t let my proper diction fool you, I can shag with the best of em. Kelley I am,” Kelley said.

She shook my free hand.

“Tiffany, nice to meet you,” I said, saying my new name for the first time.

There were holding a handshake and stroking our own cocks, I guess this is what ladies do. Kelley finally stopped stroking and slapped her own ass then spun around.

“This here is my bread and pudding, it’s what got Tree all bothered,” she said and spanked again.

I hadn’t noticed before but her ass was amazing. For someone so thin and no fat to speak of her ass was bubbled out in such a sexually enticing way. I stopped stroking now as I was not going to be able to hold off much longer.

For the next hour Kelley taught me how to do my makeup and I put on one of my blonde wigs. She was talented, I looked far better than before. My falsies were 34DD so I was excited that that could be my future. Kelley came through her transformation just stunning. Her breasts were smaller than mine but her ass filled out her sweats beautifully. The word Juicy stamped on her ass was appropriate.

I dressed as a Catholic schoolgirl roughly with Oxford shoes and skirt and white button down blouse partially opened though I had a black tee underneath to disguise my boobs weren’t real but the cleavage was there. I dressed this way because as soon as lunch started I was going to see the ghroundskeeper.

The morning was full of more orientation, or disorientation might be more appropriate, spending morning learning about how to become a proper woman isn’t the best thing for a male ego. Sarah was very supportive though and gave us our class assignments for the year. Apparently we all needed to learn a skill so we could explain our income to the IRS. I was pleased to discover I would become a personal trainer.

Sarah further explained how since we weren’t converting our gender for sexual identity purposes it would be helpful if we learned to think of ourselves as sissy boys until such a time if ever that we considered ourselves completely as a woman. For some reason that line of thinking turned me on. We spent forty minutes of our morning in front of computers with headphones watching sissy hypnosis videos like I had seen in the sex shop. The videos must certainly work to a degree as I left feeling slutty and surprised that I had not bothered to look around the room where everyone else was likely stroking as furiously as me.

Kelley was all hot and bothered after that and asked if I’d be willing to share the groundskeeper. I assured her I was not but encouraged her to checkout a particular cook I saw in the kitchen during lunch. I’m certain the food at lunch was quite delicious, it was certainly healthy, but I was hungry for something Betturkey Giriş else and could not wait to get out to the yard to introduce myself to the young groundskeeper. So I ate quickly so I could spend the rest of my lunch hour with the young man.

As I approached I did see he was quite young, maybe nineteen or twenty but certainly not drinking age I was quite certain. The groundskeeper was digging a hole and his shirtless muscles rippled with his efforts and the sweat covering his body only accented his muscles. He was thin waisted but toned and firm without being large. He was Latino but his skin was bronze likely due to the constant exposure to the sun. He was quite a young stud. He looked up occasional as I approached and smiled a gorgeous white smile as I got closer.

“Kind of a hot day to be doing that today don’t you reckon?” I asked and twirled a lock of my hair in my finger.

“Well I don’t have the luxury of working indoors, so I’m used to it I guess, Mam,” he answered back in the cutest of accents.

I had never been called Mam before and it was exciting but I also thought of how much cuter it made him. I wasn’t sure just how innocent he might or might not be but the way he was starting to rise inside his khakis proved he at least had ideas.

“You don’t need to call me Mam you cute thing, you can call me Tiffany,” I said and extended my hand.

He took my hand and it was electric. Clearly he felt something too and his pup tent in his pants rose further. He moved his other hand down to try to hide it.

“I’m Luis,” he replied and didn’t let go.

“Do you like this kind of work? Working with holes? Do you like holes Luis?” I asked.

Despite the amount of color he managed to get some red in the face when I said that and I believe he outright gulped.

“Well digging them isn’t much fun,” he replied nervously.

“How about filling them in? I bet that can be real fun. Do you want to have some fun Luis?”

I had leaned in and whispered that in his ear. He still held my hand. If my cock wasn’t taped down to the side of my leg he would have felt me touching him but instead I moved in far enough to feel the tip of his cock press into my body.

“I can’t, I have a girlfriend,” he stammered.

“I assumed you would, you being so hot and all, but she’s not here is she Luis?”

He shook his head no.

“And I’m awful horny, aren’t you Luis?”

He nodded and was breathing rather hard.

“No one needs to know. Besides, I just want to see it for just a minute. Will you let me see it?” I asked, breathing in his ear.

He nodded and I dropped to my knees and undid his belt buckle and then unzipped his pants. I pulled them down partway and saw a lovely cock tented in his boxers. He wasn’t large at all, maybe six inches and I realized right then that even though I was a size queen there were things to love about all cocks. As I fished his out through the boxer fly I marveled at how pretty it was. It was uncut and dark and throbbing mightily. He was extremely hard.

As it came out into the open I took my hand and grabbed it at the base to prepare to take it in my mouth and then…

“OOOOOhhhhh, ah, fuck, aaaaahhhhhh, here it comes, aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!”

He squirted a huge rope of cum straight at my fake tits. I was caught off guard but couldn’t recover because he was shooting again so quick and so forceful. His shots rocketed out so quickly after one another. I had never seen cum fly out that quickly. He was moaning and groaning and all I was doing was holding him in the spot I had originally started at. My own cock went rigid at this unexpected quick cum.

Finally he stopped and my clothes were soaked in his jizz but the smell was lovely. I started to stroke him, to get ready for round two but suddenly he pushed me away.

“I’m sorry,” he said and grabbed at his pants.

“That’s okay baby doll, these things happen,” I said.

“I have to clean up,” he said.

“Let me clean you up baby,” I offered but he was rushing back to his truck trying desperately to secure his pants.

He looked sadly at me in his rearview as he got in his truck but that didn’t slow him down none from kicking up dirt as he roared that engine out of there. I was left on my knees with my ten inch erection battling against the strap that held it against my leg and thinking how unfair it was that I wasn’t allowed to jerk to relief. Sometimes, I learned, it just sucks to be a woman.

“So he shot his wad in under a minute did he,” Kelley asked.

“Not even, in a matter of seconds,” I answered.

We were quite the sight, Kelley and I. For twenty minutes a day all of us TGirls were required to walk on the treadmills not in active gear but in six inch high heels. So there it was one dozen treadmills all in a row and all us girls in just bra and panties walking in those heels. It was very difficult at first but I was getting into a rhythm. Certainly it was clear the heels were designed to raise and present Betturkey Güncel Giriş the ass and mine felt hungry for some action as I recounted the meeting with Luis to Kelley.

Kelley had pulled her cock from her panties and was stroking as I filled her in on what happened with the groundskeeper. Her stroking had made me go erect so now about five inches of my cock was sticking up and out of the top of my panties. I was dripping pre-cum as I walked.

“I saw your clothes, that was a right proper amount of cum,” she said.

“You should have seen it, it came out of his cock like a freight train, there was no stopping it,” I reminisced.

“So why not stick around for shag? You said he was still hard?” Kelley asked.

“So hard, he didn’t soften at all. I can only think he was embarrassed or maybe guilty about his girlfriend,” I offered.

“He has a girlfriend? You are a slut.”

Kelley reached over and slapped my ass. It sounded like a thunderclap and it felt immensely good. I blushed in response and almost stumbled off the treadmill. Sarah looked up from her chair.

“Calm down ladies,” Sarah said and shot me a quick smile.

“Some of the mums and I are going into town tonight, we can’t bloody take our aching clits anymore. Come with?” Kelley asked.

Normally I would have said yes and my rock hard cock that was staying hard even without me touching it was proof that I desperately needed relief but all I could think about was Luis. I didn’t want to steal him away from his girlfriend and I had no feelings for him but I was lusting for him. I wanted and needed not just any cock but Luis’. When our time was up I asked Sarah what she knew about him. She informed me that he was hired in the off season so he had never been with any of the girls and that he worked Monday’s and Fridays. So today was Monday so it would be a long week but I could hold out and I would hold out for Luis.

The week dragged on and I focused on my studies and found that by Friday morning I was certainly more feminine than the first day I met Luis. I was much better at makeup and I braided my hair nice and long down my back. I wore a pink polo that strained to contain my breasts. I used my Velcro Spanx style garment to strap my cock against my right leg. My skirt was just long enough that I wouldn’t flash my cock. And unlike last time I put on a sexy pair of heels.

I had been watching Luis from my window as I got ready and he was in the same khakis but this time wore a Navy T which just made him look so good and so firm. He was at work on the same hole. I went outside and started to cross the lawn towards him and struggled with my heels in the grass but did my best to look sexy as I approached him.

“Hello Luis,” I said.

“Hello Tiffany,” he offered.

He was blushing and kept at his work, looked like he was avoiding me.

“It’s so good to see you again,” I said.

I thought he wasn’t going to reply. He kept digging but I saw the telltale growth again in his khakis. He turned red in the face and then said something as he continued to dig.

“I thought maybe you were real pretty but maybe I remembered wrong because of what we did, but no, you look even better. You are very beautiful Tiffany,” he said.

“And you are very handsome,” I said.

He blushed and I stepped closer and grabbed his arm to get him to stop working.

“Did you want to play again Luis?”

“I felt guilty because of my girlfriend and I didn’t think you’d want to because of what happened, but yes, I’d like to be with you again,” he said.

I smiled, so happy, and so hard under my skirt. I pressed close to him and for the first time we kissed. I melted under him as it was clear where his mouth was concerned he was in control. I reached down and rubbed his erection through his pants but he pushed me away quickly, clearly close again.

“Can you take it out?” he said.

I got on my knees again and gently took it out with just two fingers, trying to minimize the contact. It was just so hard; it felt like steel not flesh. I slowly breathed on it and then slipped it into my mouth when…

“AAAAAhhhhh, oh shit, oh, cumminnngg, oh fuck, o yeah!”

I wasn’t ready for it though I should have been. The first few squirts rocketed down my throat and then I was capturing the rest in my mouth. He blasted over and over again, so fast, so hot and his legs were shaking. Finally he stopped and I started to suck hard and fast in hopes of not having a repeat of last time but again he yanked his cock out of my mouth.

His words were running together as he offered several thank yous, several sorries, and a few wows but he was in his truck as fast as his cum had shot into my mouth. Before he drove off he did offer me a different kind of bone, he mentioned the hole was for a tree that he forgot to bring so he’d be back Monday to fill it in.

I was frustrated, so sexually desperate but for Luis, for that hot young man with the beautiful cock that shoots so much so quickly, I was willing to wait. I was going to formulate a plan to make certain he would finally fuck me with that beautiful thing.

When I returned to the room I found Kelley fucking a man I recognized from the kitchen staff. He was screaming like a little girl and moaning. Kelley really did know how to shag.

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Femdom Vacation Ch. 04

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*** Part 4 – Please read chapters 1-3 for the full story ***

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I parked at the strip club and Mistress Alana and Goddess Jana got out of the van. I followed them to the door. A large muscled black man was doing security.

“He’s with us” they said as we all walked in, not paying a cover.

We entered the club and it was relatively early in the evening, but there was a decent crowd watching two women dancing on opposite ends of a large stage. There were various dancers walking around making conversation with the men in the club.

“Go have a seat and we’ll be back in a few,” Mistress Alana ordered me.

I sat at an empty cocktail table and watched the show. The woman dancing in front of me was attractive and had some very sexy moves. The second woman was crawling on her hands and knees and making conversation with the men at the front row in exchange for tips.

The song ended, the ladies collected their tip money and the DJ called out the next two women. A beautiful cocktail waitress brought me a drink. While I was settling up with her taking my first sip, I saw Mistress Alana dancing on stage. She was stunning and had the crowd’s attention. Money started flying onto stage as she slowly undressed. She climbed and fucked the pole between dance moves and illustrated her strength on her way down the pole. My cock was pressed hard against the cage.

She moved around the stage, rubbing her tits in the faces of the front row men. When she was directly in front of me, she looked me in the eyes while she had a random man’s face buried in her tits. One by one, men tipped her as she let strange men motorboat her. On the third guy, she looked me in the eye, mouthed “fuck you, bitch” to me and then blew me a kiss. She then ran her finger down the man’s face and put it in his mouth Betturkey while looking me in the eyes.

Their song ended and it was time for them to leave the stage.

I ordered another drink while the next dancer came on.

Mistress Alana was on the other side of the club talking to a few men. She sat down at a booth with the men and it looked like they were all having a good time. Sooner than later, she walked away with one of the men, leading him to another part of the club.

While I was watching them walk away, thinking of what she was going to do with him, another dancer came and sat down with me. She was tall, had dark brown hair and was wearing a t-shirt that was cut up revealing most of her large breasts.

“You look lonely sitting here alone,” She said.

“I’m just enjoying the view.”

She smiled and said, “would you like to smell, feel and possibly taste some of these women?”

“All of them I believe,” I replied.

“Why don’t you take me for a private dance so you can experience more than just looking.”

I really wanted to, but knew it was’t physically possible.

I told her that I would love to, but I couldn’t. “Sorry, it just isn’t possible.”

“What isn’t possible?”

I pointed to my crotch and said, “it just isn’t possible there.”

“You mean it can’t get up? It is too small? What’s the deal?”

“Well…” I couldn’t finish my sentence as she put her hand on my leg.

She ran her hand up my thigh and I started to get squeamish. “Don’t worry, I’ve been able to show men with small penises a goooooooo.” She stopped before she could finish her sentence as her hand was on my caged cock.

I felt my cock pinch the chastity device as it tried to get hard.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on there, but you are going to pay for a private Betturkey Giriş dance so I can get to the bottom of this. I’m going to rock your world.”

I was flustered.

We stood up. She towered over me, took my hand, and walked me to the private dance area.

The door man told us which room to go in. It was dimly lit and had a large soft couch that was basically a giant pillow.

She shut the curtain, turned around to me and told me to take my pants off.

I looked at her confused.

She raised her voice. “I said, take your fucking pants off. Now. let me see what’s going on there.”

I pulled my pants down as instructed and my semi hard dick was trapped inside the chastity device. She started to laugh and asked if I had the key.

“No, my Mistress does.”

“And where is she?”

I murmured, “I don’t know.”

I wasn’t lying. I didn’t know exactly where she was.

Just then, MIstress Alana walked into the small dimly lit room.

“You don’t know where I am? Bend over her knee bitch boy.”

I was laying over the stripper’s lap. I could smell her sexual essence and I could feel my caged cock on her thigh.

But then I felt my ass get spanked. And spanked again. And again. It felt like both of them were taking turns smacking my ass. It was beginning to sting. I let out a whimper of discomfort after what was probably the 30th crack on my ass.

Then I heard Mistress Alana’s voice and it was reassuring.

“You are mine. You are mine to hurt and humiliate, right slave?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Yes Mistress what? Repeat what I said.”

“I am yours. I am yours for you to hurt and to humiliate.”

She laughed. The stripper laughed as well. It made me so horny, but unable to get hard because of the chastity device.

Mistress Alana Betturkey Güncel Giriş then took her other hand and put it over my mouth. It was wet, sticky and salty. She started spanking me with the other hand repeatedly.

After spanking me, she caressed my ass with her hot hand and tightened her sticky hand over my mouth. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I just jerked a guy off in the private dance area. You are eating his cum.”

The song ended and the other dancer left the room. Mistress Alana ordered me to get dressed and to go back to my table.

She gave me an order – “You can’t have another drink for at least an hour. I want you to savor that sperm I made you eat.”

I sat there for the next hour, watching the dancers. The tall woman from the private room appeared on stage. In the middle of her dance, she made a cock sucking motion to me with her fist and her tongue. It just added to the humiliation. At the end of the night, after Mistress Alana’s shift was over, she came and got me at my table.

“Did you have a good night?” She asked.

“Yes, Mistress. I did. How about you? Did you have a good night, Mistress?”

“So far so good, but it is about to get better.” Then she let out her sadistic laugh again.

We walked out to the van and she opened the back door and sat down on the seat. She was wearing a short skirt without any panties. “Get down there and eat my pussy. I’m so fucking horny and I need to cum.”

I started licking her pussy, tasting her salty sweetness. I tongued her hole and then started working her clit with my tongue, making various motions that were making her moan louder and louder.

“I’ve been rubbing my pussy on cocks all night,” she yelled while I tongue fucked her.

“Two guys came in their pants rubbing on this pussy!”

I tongued her harder.

As her breathing intensified, she held her breath and then yelled out, “You’ll never fuck this pussy!”

She pushed my head away and climbed in front of the van to the driver’s seat.

“We have one more stop before we go back to the hotel tonight.”

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The Story of Vicky Ch. 02

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After getting a total makeover by Suzie and Amy at the salon, Ms Angela was very pleased how well I passed as a girl. The trip back to the car didn’t get as many stares as the trip into the mall. I was really feeling like a girl dressed in a skirt along with the bra and hose. The nails and new hair do did wonders to make me look and feel like a real girl. I loved the feeling as I walked behind her with my heels locked in place and the feeling of the hose brushing against my skirt as I tried to keep pace with Angela.

“Now that you look the part of a girl and I expect you to learn to keep the look up in between visits to the salon and done up before you start your choirs everyday.”

On the way across the parking lot she told me that I was to place one foot in front of the other in order to walk more like a girl. “You should always swing your hips so that your ass swings a bit more also.” When we arrived at the car she had me watch how a real lady gets into and out of the car and made sure I did the same.

I thought we were going to my new home but she instead told me “You look so good that I want to show you off to a few people before we get home.”

I was scared to death to say much on the trip, not knowing where we were going. We headed back downtown to where she works first and pulled into her parking spot at the office. She got out and told me to “Get a move on.” as I slowly got out. She grabbed me be the wrist and led me into her office and down to Ms. Neil’s office when she asked Ms Neil “What do you think of Vicky.”

Ms Neil turned around and from the expression on her face I could tell she was impressed. “Why Angela she looks very passable. She went on to tell her about my day so far as I stood there at attention. “Well spin around for her silly and let her take a look at you.” I did a slow spin and when I turned completely around finished with a curtsy like I knew Ms. Angela wanted me to do.

Then Ms Neil came over for a closer look and walked behind me when I felt my skirt lift up and her say “Well I see she still has that little dick attached down there.” They both had a laugh at her comment and Ms Neil told her “Well if you ever need to bring her to work with you to keep an eye on her during the day we could put her to use somehow.”

Angela thanked her for that even though it made me very nervous. Well after they were done checking me out Angela told her that she would be back to work tomorrow but right now the two of us had some more stops to make and that we had not even been home as of yet.

We were about to leave when Angela told me to thank her one more time and then we headed back to the car. We went about ten miles when she broke the silence with the news that we were about to meet her best friend and her man, Beth and Jim.

“You had best be a good girl because they were the ones who she planned on helping train me to be the best slave that I can be.” She told me. Beth is the one who introduced her to the lifestyle and Jim was also into it as well. “They are very experienced at training slaves like me,” she went on to say. As she rank the door bell I started to feel sick but as soon as Beth answered the door I saw that she was a very attractive lady for her age.

She wasn’t a model or dressed in leather but attractive none the less. She invited us in and after she introduced me to them both we all went into the living room so they could chat about me. Beth and Jim sat on the love seat and Angela sat on the couch. So I sat next to her when Beth quickly jumped up and grabbed my hair and with a yank stood me back up.

“I told you she would need lots of training Beth.” Angela said. That is when Jim told Angela that it was o.k. and they would love to help her with my training.

He then told Beth “At least let him sit down so we can tell him what is expected of him dear.” She then let go of my hair and Angela pulled me down to the floor in front of her as she told me “Now pay attention because Beth is the a little bit of a sadist and loves fresh meat.”

Beth added “Yes and if we are going to help train you, you had best pay attention to the rules because we are only going to say them once.” After that she sat back down next to Jim and he began to tell me that “First off slaves don’t sit on the furniture unless it’s in the slave’s room or told to do so.” The rules were simple enough though because they were short and sweet and if I forgot them, Beth seemed very eager to correct my behavior. I was to address everyone as Sir or Ma’am at all time and to do as told when told without hesitation.

“As long as you follow those two rules you will do fine.” Angela said. “They are going to keep you while I am at work during the day and you are to do as told.” she went on to explain.

Beth asked me “Do you understand Vicky.”as I sat there more frightened then ever.

“Yes Ma’am” was my reply as they all waited for me to respond.

Jim then said “Good now that Betturkey the rules are out of the way how is she doing so far Angela.”

She went on to say that “So far she is doing fine but it has been a busy first day so far.” Beth then told me to go over to the bar they had and get them all a beer. As I was going over to the bar and finding the beers, they chatted some more and as I returned they took the beers and Beth said for me to strip out of my skirt. I quickly striped down to my hose and bra so they could get a better look at what they were dealing with as Angela pulled her dress up to reveal her panties. She was so hot that my erection soon filled my cage and I remembered that it held me tight without being able to fully get erect.

“I haven’t even had her service me as of yet we have been so busy.” That is when she slid her panties aside and I knew what to do. I knelt down between her legs and began to lick her the best I could and after about ten minutes she was about to have her second orgasm when she was interrupted by Beth.

“It looks like she will need lots of training in that department also.” she smirked. After Angela was finished, Beth was sitting there with her pants and panties already off, when she reached over and grabbed my collar and had me between her thighs as well. She then grabbed my hair and rode my face “Lick it bitch and don’t slow down or I’ll beat your ass.” I then brought her to orgasm a couple of times and almost passed out from lack of oxygen but managed to finish when Angela tapped me on the shoulder.

“Now Vicky it is time you learn what it’s like to be on the other end of giving head to a real man.”

What was that she said? Did I hear her right? I had already done things that I had thought I would never do before by wearing skirts, hose and being dressed as a girl, but I had no intentions of servicing a man.

I protested that was not something I wanted to do by Looking very stunned and saying “Not a chance.”

That is when Beth came too and sprang into action. She quickly jumped up and slapped me across the face and jerked me up to my feet onto my pumps that were still locked on my feet. “You have no say in the matter and you will do as told.” she replied. She then told me to go retrieve the paddle that was hanging on a hook on the wall and when I returned she came up behind me and kicked the back of my knees. I fell down face first into the love seat next too Jim when Angela told me that “The sooner you learn your place, you will be better off.”

With that she came over and held me down while Beth began to swing away and quickly brought me to tears. My ass was on fire and after a few minutes she asked me if I was going to do what I was told and if I had gotten the point. I was sobbing and tears were flowing and I wanted nothing more then for her to stop so I cried out

“YES MA’AM, I’m sorry.”

Angela said “That’s a good girl” as she let go of her grip and dried my tears with her hand. Now with an attitude adjustment out of the way and with the help of Angela, I was helped to kneel in front of a standing Jim as he stood there and unzipped his manhood. He pulled it out and I was shocked to be staring at another cock and it was much larger then mine. I really didn’t want to do this but knew Beth was behind me waiting for another chance to beat my ass. I knelt there as Jim shook it at me and Angela encouraged me to kiss the tip.

I still didn’t move for freight of sucking another man when Beth grabbed my hair and tilted my head to the side and said to “Get on with it slut.”

I reached up and for the first time had hold of another’s man’s cock in my hands. Still trying to stall, I began to rub it like I knew I liked to have my own rubbed.

Beth then grabbed me by the wrist and twisted them behind my back causing great pain “She said kiss it bitch!” I was in pain and knew what I had to do so I put my lips together and gave it a kiss on the tip. Jim smiled down at me and pulled my head up so he could see my face and eyes, “I like for my girls to look at me while servicing me.”

Then he put his hand on the back of my head as he said “Now open up and say please.”

I did as he said and cracked my mouth open, whispering “please Sir.”

He then went on to further humiliate me by asking “Please what.”

When I replied “Please Sir my I suck your cock?” As the girls laughed at my statement, Jim began to insert his unit into my mouth a little at a time until I had a mouthful. As he guided me by the head up and down and Beth held my arms behind me, I felt him become larger and more erect.

Beth responded by saying “I think he is a better cock sucker then a clit licker.” After Jim was fully erect he went from guiding me by the head to holding my ears as he forced his self to the back of my throat, faster and faster. I was starting to gag and couldn’t breathe but it didn’t slow him down. As I felt him start to pulsate when Betturkey Giriş Beth yelled “That’s it my love, fill her up and you had best not spill a drop.”

All of a sudden he blew a big load into my mouth and down my throat but I couldn’t swallow it so some of it spilled out and landed on Angela’s foot as she watched. After he was finished Beth let loose her grip and so did Jim.

He pulled out and remarked that “With more training, you will learn to swallow all of it and not gag so much.”

Angela then told me to swallow what I had in my mouth and to lick the rest off of her foot. She then helped me up and told me that I could get dressed. After that, I was glad to put the clothes back on and wanted to crawl into a hole and hide somewhere. Angela handed me her makeup kit and told me to go into the bathroom and fix myself up, all the while they sat in there and talked about my future.

As I washed my face, all I could think about was getting a shower and brushing my teeth. But without the time or a toothbrush, I reapplied my make up the best I could and brushed my hair.

I then returned when Angela told me to “Thank them for their help and that you promised to act better the next time.” Then when I apologized she told them that we needed to be going because her boy friend was expecting her.

Now that really caught my attention because I had no ideal that she had a boy fiend and she could tell my shock by the look on my face. All hope of this being some kind of nightmare was getting even worse as we went back to the car for the trip to her house.

On the way home she looked at me a laughed because she could tell I was stunned by her informing me of Dave. I couldn’t talk and sat there in shock as she went on to explain that Dave was already there and we were late but it will be fine.

“He has a key and he won’t mind you either because he is very open minded or he is even bi sexual but preferred having sex with girls.” but that didn’t ease my mind any.

I thought that no matter how the day had went so far, someday I would at least get to have sex with her, at least once in awhile that is. Now I was wondering if I would ever get to have sex with a woman other then oral ever again.

I started to cry when she told me “Don’t you dare start crying, because you will mess up your make up.” She then went on to say that he is much more laid back then Beth and Jim and if I needed to be disciplined that he much preferred to let her handle that.

As we arrived to her place, I felt like I was retuning to the scene of a crime. She quickly got out and popped the trunk. She ordered me to get the bags she bought at the mall as she headed for the door. After getting the bags and making my way in, I noticed the two of them hugging and kissing when she told him

“This is Vicky my new maid I told you about.” She also told him that I was going to be staying in the spare bedroom and he was also going to be able to tell me what to do. I was scared out of my mind as he stood there checking me out when he spoke.

“She looks very pretty, Angela.” He also said that as long as I made Angela’s life easier and didn’t get out of line this might be fun.

She then pointed to my room and told Dave that “She is very handy and will be doing all the maids duties and fixing things so you don’t have to anymore.” She went on to tell him that Beth and Jim have agreed to train me doing the day as I went to my new room to put the bags away.

After checking out my new room for a few minutes, I could tell no one ever used this room much except for storage. There was a single bed, table, dresser and an alarm clock. I open the closet and found a bunch of holiday stuff and other junk. I opened the dresser and it was empty, so I dumped the bags on the bed and sorted them as I put them away. I put the shoes in the closet and headed back to the living room to Angela and Dave.

They were watching the news and talking about me when she told me to go to the fridge and get them some beer. I was wanting to just get these heels off and sit down myself or at least take a shower to wash my body of the shame I felt or at least rest my feet. But then again maybe drinking my blues away would help me wake up from this dream or at least forget it.

I went into the kitchen and noticed that there was a sink full of dishes and it was a lot dirtier then when I was here the last time, probably because it was Dave who had been here all night. It wasn’t sparklingly clean as I remember it being but that wasn’t very important right now. I just wanted to get the beer for us and get as drunk as possible to try and forget this was all happening to me. I grabbed three beers and quickly returned to them and after they grabbed theirs, I flopped down onto the chair across from them.

Angela exclaimed “What the hell do you think you are doing.” She went on by saying “You didn’t learn anything form Beth and Jim’s did Betturkey Güncel Giriş you.” I quickly remembered and jumped back to my feet. She went on to say “And who in the Hell told you your allowed to drink my beer.” She made it clear “You drink water if you’re thirsty and better ask permission before getting any of her food or drink.”

Dave just sat there watching as she said,”Now go in there and clean the kitchen while I relax out here with Dave after the long day I’ve had.”

That really got my goat because she had it easy and it was I who had been humiliated and been in these heels all day. Instead of testing her or protest my displeasure at her, I thought it best if I just did as told.

“Yes Ma’am” I said as I left them to relax and drink their beer.

I went back to the mess in the kitchen thinking about sneaking my own beer but too scared to try it. So I looked around and found the cleaning supplies and also noticed the dish washer, thank goodness. I opened it up to find it full of clean dishes already and opened the cabinets to find the right spot for all the dishes.

I was busy when all Of a sudden I heard from the other room ‘Oh house boy, bring us another beer.”

I wanted to go in there and tell her off but that wasn’t going to happen so I fetched them a couple more beers. When I returned to the living room Dave was shirtless and Angela was in the middle of undoing his pants. Before I could ask her what to do with the beer she stood up and told me to help her out of her dress. I sat the beer down and did as told only to be once again reminded about how erections and chastity don’t work out to well. After she was out of the dress and only in her slip she returned to Dave on the couch and told me

“That is all for now you’re dismissed.”

I went back to my cleaning of the kitchen feeling even more helpless then ever. I was still very upset that she had no plans of having sex with me and I had to do as told and only watching her and Dave make out. I did my best to scrub the counters to take my mind off things happening out there in the living room. When I finished cleaning I just sat down at the counter on a stool and got really sad when out of nowhere I felt a smack across the back of my back.

As I shot around to see Angela standing there holding a cane and looking very upset, I immediately cried out

“I’m sorry Ma’am but I was finished cleaning and thought you wouldn’t mind me sitting for a minute to rest my feet.”

She yelled at me “I don’t mind you sitting out here in the kitchen on the stool, it’s the fact that the kitchen is still a mess.”

“You didn’t clean the stove top or mop the floor yet or empty the garbage can. With that she told me to bend over the counter and to hold on to the edge.

“You are going to get ten strokes and thank me for every one of them as you count them off.”

She continued by saying “And if you don’t hold still, I will get Dave in here to help hold you in place while you get double that many.”

I already felt that cane on my back and wanted no part of it or thought I could hold still for ten of them, but I also knew she meant what she said. I slowly climbed into position and heard the swish of her cane as fire ripped through my thighs with the first blow.

I grimaced out “That’s one, thank you Ma’am may I have another.” And she didn’t hesitate and delivered the second blow almost dropping me to the floor. I continued to receive blow after blow until I finally reached ten. Then and only then did she put down her cane as she grabbed my ass and thighs and ran her nails across my welts.

“Now I suggest you get busy girl, or you will have a round two, but first dry your eye’s and bring us another beer.

I quickly grabbed their beer and delivered them when Dave told me to turn around so he too could see her handy work.

“Nice ass, and those marks are beautiful, Angela,” as he too grabbed my sore ass. It hurt so bad and was so painful that I couldn’t help but sob as he played with and squeezed me there.

With a slap on the rear they both laughed as Angela said “Go on, back to work now.” She then turned him to her and helped him remove his pants as I headed back to finish my chores. I could hear them moaning with pleasure as I worked and then they got quit as I was getting the mop put away. All I had left was to take out the garbage and then wondered if anyone else would see me or where it was outside. To my relief it was shielded from the road and only right outside the house, besides it was pretty dark out anyway.

As I made my way back in I heard Angela saying “Vicky bring us another beer if you’re finished that is?”

I had been in the kitchen for awhile now and just barely had finished like she ordered it to be done. So I grabbed a couple more beers and headed into the other room. I delivered them their drinks and turned to go back to be alone in the kitchen when Angela told me to wait a minute.

“Dave is still horny and I am really worn out, so you need to take care of him for me.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing but could tell by the look on his face that she was very serious.

“He is an animal and you need to take over for me” she explained.

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Ours is a traditional marriage. Almost dull and predictable. That same old story, rich boy meets and marries girl from another rich family. Gets richer. Divorces first wife. Marries trophy bride fifteen years or so younger than him to pander to his ego.

Almost all my associates have trophy brides. At our level there are ‘associates’, no real friends.

It’s always wonderful being seen about town with this tall, shapely dark haired beauty on my arm. Besides, my publicity advisor recommended being married to keep openings with the ‘right’ people available, which in turn leads to contacts which increase one’s wealth. Amassing wealth of course being the only proof of virility that matters.

In the bedroom suite of our penthouse Laura is amazing, and talented. I can barely keep up. I am just north of sixty years old after all.

I’m in the big bed wearing my blue silk pajamas and reading the financial report of a company I’ll buy if I can manipulate it’s share price down enough.

I look up as Laura comes to bed. She’s wearing my favorite nightie. Pink chiffon with a frill of the same material around it’s collar and down the front, to circle around it’s knee length hem. She’s tied it’s wide white satin sash so the pink frills expose her magnificent breasts. The surgeon was an artist, one cannot tell they’ve been enhanced.

I’m instantly hard. My five and a half inches stands at attention. My God she is sexy. She unties the big bow she tied the sash in and her nightie falls to he carpet. The first time I bedded her I commented I’d never seen a shaved one before. I’m still enthralled by the sight and smooth feel.

“Put your papers away Stuart.”

No need to ask twice.

“Lay back Darling.”

She slides into bed and undoes the button fly, then pulls my hard on free. She unbuttons my pajama top and strokes my grey chest hair. She pinches and pulls my nipples with one hand as her other strokes my bald pate. Our tongues dance together.

I comb my fingers through her long black hair. She fondles my balls as she kisses her way down.

I massage her smooth white shoulders as she kisses the knob of my circumcised cock. Still fondling my balls she swallows me all the way down. She hums as she swallows. “Mm, mm, mm.” Fabulous.

Straddling my hips she lowers her tight shaved pussy onto my cock and begins to roll her pelvis. I kiss and fondle her beautiful breasts. Money well spent.

Laura picks up the pace.I cum. Oh so good!

She gives me a

little peck on the lips and heads for the bathroom. By the time she’s done with the bidet I’m asleep.

I wake up from a strange dream. I’m in the board room. There’s a meeting. I can’t find the right papers and everyone is waiting expectantly. My PA is yanking on my cock and punching me in the balls. Everyone is watching as if this is normal. Before I open my eyes I realize my morning wood is aching. I reach down. Metal! I open my eyes. There is a device of stainless steel rods around my cock. It’s several sizes too small.

Laura is sitting on the couch by the window. Her powder blue silk robe is fallen away from her legs that are arranged on the couch elegantly. She sets down the fashion magazine she’s been perusing.

“Ah, there you are Darling. You’re quite the sound sleeper. I thought you’d wake up before I was finished.”

“Laura, what the FUCK!”

“Language Stuart. You know I don’t approve of foul language.It shows a lac of refinement.”

“Laura, what the fuck is this?”

“Why ,it’s your cock cage, silly. Now go use the bathroom, then I’ll explain.”

I tried to get it off and discovered it had an integral lock.

“Give me the key! Quite fooling around. I have to piss like a fucking race horse!”

“Language, dear. No one’s stopping you, now hurry.”

I couldn’t hold on. I rushed out of the bedroom. Betturkey For the first time in my life I used the bidet after relieving myself.

When I returned she swiveled to put her feet in the dark blue, soft thick carpet. Her legs were exposed from her knees down. On her feet were her four inch stiletto heeled slippers with the white fur ball over her toes. Her hair was over her left shoulder and she absently stroked it from her collarbone to her breast. “Come, sit, and I’ll explain.”

“OK Laura, joke’s over. You’ve had your fun, now get this thing off me.”

“Sweetie, it’s no joke. I love you dearly, and besides, that ‘pre-nup’ would leave me with less than two mill. if I were to divorce you. But Darling, your performance in the bedroom has been, well, less than fulfilling. You cum before I’m near being satisfied, then roll over and fall asleep. Now I’m taking matters into my own hands, as it were.

“The keys are locked away safely. You never did ask for the combination to my jewelry safe, did you? So love, you can decide. We can call it ‘your cock which I control’ or ‘my cock which I control’. That seems fair, doesn’t it. Now, get dressed, Sally will have our breakfast ready. Oh, and remember, tonight’s the Gaylord’s dinner party, so don’t be late.

The workday, then the dinner party dragged on forever.

When I came to bed Laura was laid out on the midnight blue satin sheets. A pile of pillows supported her back. She looked so divine in her black teddy. I climbed in beside her and we kissed. Her kisses were warm and tender.

“Now, baby, slide down there and we’ll begin your training.”

I started to poke a finger in.

“Whoa, baby, slow down. Kiss me first, like a gentleman.

Of course, back in my school days there were jokes about queers and perverts that licked ladies twats. But real men? Oh well, if it gets this contraption off and I can get some fucking. I kissed.

“That’s hardly a kiss dear. Put some tenderness into it. You’re not kissing your grandmother.”

Suddenly my cage wasn’t tight at all.

I closed my eyes and kissed some more.

“That’s better. Now lick.”

I licked along her lips. Not bad. Not the taste I expected. Actually, I didn’t know what to expect.

She took my hands and guided them. “Now, thumbs there and there. Now gently spread, no not like that, gently. That’s better. Now, tongue. Mm. Mm, nice, gentle. Good boy.” She stroked my head. “That’s it. No, don’t stop. Some kisses too. Good baby.”

I kissed and licked. Her juices dripped down my chin. I realized my cock was straining to get out and play.

“Yes baby, you’re doing it just right. Good baby.”

I was beginning to enjoy myself. I wondered if many men did this to their wives. Or just perverts? Was I becoming a pervert? I chuckled at my little joke.

Her hands stroked my bald head. A few years ago I started shaving off the grey fringe. She said it made me look more virile.

“Watch closely darling. Let me show you.

She slid her fingers up her slit. She gently folded back some folds. “See this little nub? NO, don’t touch it yet. Lick and kiss some more, then as gently as you can, just touch the tip of your tongue to it. Gently now.”

I kissed and licked. I felt for the pink button with my tongue. She moaned and screamed. She quivered and grabbed my head. She made those noises she hadn’t made since we were first married. I’d almost forgotten about them it’d been so long.

My cock was straining.

“That’s it. Keep licking. Lick me clean. That’s a good lover. Mm.”

She beckoned me up beside her and we cuddled. I was sure she’s unlock me now. We kissed. I held her down and was the aggressor, kissing her soft sweet lips, fondling her boobs, stroking her hair. God I love Laura.

“Roll off me baby. No,the other way.”

She spooned Betturkey Giriş up behind me and one arm over my waist, her hand played with my chest hair and nipples. “You were very good tonight, baby.”

I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed it. “The key Darling. Unlock me and we can have some more fun.”

“Oh, no, baby. You just relax now. I’m completely satisfied. I don’t need anything more tonight. Let’s get some sleep. Tomorrow’s another work day.” She snuggled closer to my back. I felt her slowly relax and her breathing settle down. I lay awake for a long time listening to her sleep.

The next day I resolved to put an end to the cage. After all, I now knew what she wanted. It was only logical. Laura had taught me how to ‘eat pussy’. So? I’ll eat her then fuck her and we’ll both get a good night’s sleep. Right?

“Now, Laura, darling, you can uncage me. You’ve shown me how to lick you like a lesbian perv…”

“Lesbian pervert, is that what you just said?”

I knew that might have been the wrong wording.

“Is that what you think? A lesbian? A pervert? You never had a problem with me sucking your cock ‘like a pervert’ did you? Well? Did you?”

“No dear, I mean yes dear, I, er?” This wasn’t going well.

“Come.”

She led me to her changing room. “take off your PJs and put this on.” She handed me her pink ‘baby doll’ nightie.

“Sit.”

I sat on the chair of her makeup table. She proceeded to take mascara, blush lipstick and who knows what to my face. Damn, I wouldn’t admit it but I do have a pretty face all made up.

“There my bald lesbian. My perverted little slut. I think I’ll call you Mary. Come to bed and please me, Mary.”

Laura was naked. Ravishingly magnificently naked. She reposed on a pile of pillows. We kissed. Long, slowly, with four hands roaming and stroking. I kissed and molested her beautiful breasts. The aching of my confined cock was, oddly enough, sort of a reassuring turn on. The sheer material of my nightie slithered so sensually over my body as I headed down, kissing my way to Laura’s pussy.

I kissed her smoothly shaved pubic mound. I kissed all around her opening. I licked along the sweet rip. I spread her open with my thumbs, gently, like she showed me.

The more I kissed and licked, the more there was to lap up.

“Good baby. Mm. That’s it. Mm.”

I glanced up. Laura’s head was back on the pillows and she was fondling her plump beautiful tits. The sight inspired me.

Fingers! That’s what. As I kissed I slid two fingers in. A big sloppy kiss and a slow pumping with my fingers.

“That’s it Mary. Good girl.” She stroked my bald head.

I kissed and licked. My tongue was getting tired, but I didn’t want to disappoint my queen. Her clit. Yes. I found it and gently kissed. She shook. I wonder what a second kiss will do?

I’m surprised her scream didn’t wake the servants in their apartment on the floor below. I thought my ears would be crushed. Then I thought I’d smother as she held me down.

“Oh,baby. That was wonderful. Get up here.”

She held me and kissed me like she did when we were first dating. My cock strained beautifully. I was actually proud of myself.

“Hold me Mary? Spoon me?”

‘Mary’ oh well. Would she unlock me?

I wanted to ask, but was afraid to spoil her happiness. God I love her.

I must have dozed off holding her, as I sort of remember waking and pulling the red fox fur blanket over us then snuggling her to me. Maybe tomorrow night?

I got home early. Laura was already in her bathrobe.

“Go take off your suit and meet me in the bathroom.”

Oh boy. ‘Afternoon Delight’ was the song when I was young.

Laura unlocked me and we had a soapy shower fuck. I have to admit I was so excited I came almost as soon as I was in, but she didn’t Betturkey Güncel Giriş seem to mind. I got down before her and kissed and licked her until she came.

Now, Mary, let’s get rid of all that body hair. Scissors, razor, tweezers, an hour later I was completely hairless. Another quick shower (solo). “Put it back on Mary, then lets dress you.”

Black lace panties to cover my caged cock. A little black dress that barely covered my ass, and clung to my body up to my exposed shoulders. I was glad I’d been faithful to the diet and gym routine. This was no dress for a fat belly. I teetered on the three inch spiked heels, a masterpiece of little thin straps of black leather.

Then came my makeup. “Pay attention now. You’re going to have to learn how to do your face yourself, dear.”

The blond wig was a short hair style that wrapped snug around my head leaving my neck exposed so Laura’s diamond choker necklace sparkled.

“Friday we’ll pierce your ears, that way they’ll be healed for the office on Monday, probably.”

My cage kept my straining cock from ruining the lines of my little dress as I looked at myself in the full height mirror.

Laura stood beside me, her ankle length tan skirt draping her legs in sensuous folds, her sand satin blouse enticingly unbuttoned half way down.

“Supper time. I’m famished. How about you?”

“But but , Sally, she’ll see me.”

“Who do you think bought your dress and shoes, baby. I don’t know about ‘plus sizes’ and she always dresses so well for her size.”

After she served us Laura asked her opinion.

“Why yes Ms Laura, Ms Mary looks very pretty.”

“See, Mary, I told you you looked divine.”

We settled in the den to watch some TV.

“Remember how I used to suck Stuart’s cock as he watched ‘Sixty Minutes’?”

“Yes Dear.”

She pulled her skirt up. No panties. She pushed my head down as I got to my knees on the rug.

I started licking. I really have developed a taste for her pussy juice. Kiss and lick. Fingers probing. I look up. Laura’s head is laid back on the couch headrest. She’s pulled the tail of her blouse free and released her bra. Her hands were massaging those magnificent boobs. I remembered the effect of her humming. I hummed. “Mm,mm,mm.” Laura began to quiver. Oh yes my darling, I’ll take you there. Fingers and lips. Tongue and kisses.

“O, aghh, mm. Yes!’

There, I’d done it. I’d pleased her without any coaching. I lapped her sweet juices. She came again. I’ve outdone myself. My beautiful beautiful bride. I love you so much.

“Oh Mary! Let’s go to bed. Go put on your pink ‘baby doll’, I’m going to reward you with a special surprise.”

She wore that pink nightie with the sexy ruffles. She sat me on the edge of the bed. She blindfolded me with one of her silk scarves. “Just a minute Mary, my love.”

I felt her hand on my chest. “Lay back darling.” She pulled the scarf off my head.

Her hands were under my knees lifting them up. Sticking out between her legs was a big pink cock. It was dripping with lube. “Laura!”

“Shh baby, just relax. Trust me baby. Laura knows what Mary needs. Just let it happen.”

“I, but?”

“It’ll be alright, baby. Hold your knees up and relax your little tush.”

She guided her strapon to the opening. Steady pressure. It spread me open. It hurt at first. Then slowly, in, in, in. Deeper and deeper. My cock was straining for release. Laura bottomed out. She pulled back, but not out. Deep in again. She began to stroke. Her voice was sweet and soothing. “Yes Mary. Nice isn’t it. Feel how it fills your little pussy?”

She fondled my swollen purple balls. “So good, isn’t it baby. Mary deserves this treat, she’s been such a good girl. Nice and deep. Nice and deep. OH! Mary squirted!”

Laura kept pumping. I kept squirting cum with each thrust. It was amazing. I’ve never cum like that. I was completely fucked out by the time Laura pulled out and took me to the shower.

That was six months ago. At home, alone, I’m now my trophy bride Laura’s girl, bitch, fuck toy, and have never been happier.

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“Thank You, Master,” My sweet wife and slave said softly, holding the gift in her hands. she sat beside Me on the sofa, looking inquisitively at the wrapped box. “It’s clearly too heavy to be skimpy lingerie,” she mused with a smile and a twinkle in her eye. “It’s not rattling, and it’s not ticking. You gave me my ‘mundane’ gift when W/we were at dinner last night with my parents and sister. So, what is it?”

“I’m not about to tell,” I replied amusedly, reaching for My glass to take another sip of wine. “I guess you’d best open it.”

“Of course, Sir.” With the delicate care of a world-renowned surgeon, she carefully peeled away the transparent tape at one end of the wrapped box. Working with such caution I have never understood from her as she unwraps gifts, it took well over a minute for her to reveal the box itself: thin and long, made of reinforced cardboard and designed for shipping purposes.

“Now i really am intrigued, Sir,” she laughed. Setting the glass aside again, I placed a hand upon her bare thigh, My fingers resting just underneath the hem of her black denim skirt. she needed a few moments to open the box, and she peered inside, then blinked in wonder.

“you seem somehow confused,” I noted, even though xslot this is what I had expected from her.

“It’s just that i’ve never seen a control box that large before,” My slave admitted. “i can see that it’s a vibrator, but the control box…”

“There is a reason for that,” I assured her as she lifted the plastic-sealed toy from the box. “I saw this online a few weeks back and I realized that this is something worth exploring. Have you ever wonder what sound feels like?”

she looked up at Me curiously. “i’ve felt the rumble of thunder after a nearby lightning strike. The floor of O/our favorite club often vibrates from the overpowering bass sounds. Is that what You mean, Sir?”

“Yes,” I replied, “but more. This is the first time I’ve seen one of these ‘in the flesh,’ as it were, but from the description online, it reacts to the sounds received through one of its microphones – either the ambient microphone, which looks like that small hole on the front near the top, or through the Audio In port at the top-right. In other words, as you have the vibrator itself within you and the optional attachment pressed against your clitoris, I could have you hooked up to the CD player so you can truly know what Lords xslot Giriş of Acid feels like, or I could put on the Halloween Sound Effects CD and you can feel the screams and howls and creaky floorboards.”

her glowing smile and sparkling eyes spoke volumes. “You are so creative, Master,” she praised Me, reaching forward for a hug. “Thank You, Master. Thank You.”

I laughed softly into My slave’s ear before kissing her neck. “There is one other thing to consider,” I noted quietly. “Have you ever felt your own screams?”

she stiffened slightly for a second, then relaxed against Me once more. “So i assume that this year, my birthday spanking is being replaced by something a bit more painful?”

“Exactly.”

she kissed My neck. “Could it be with the bullwhip, Sir? Please? You have not used it on me in quite some time.”

“I was thinking of many-holed wooden paddle,” I admitted, “but it’s your birthday, your decision.”

“The bullwhip, Sir. Please, the bullwhip.”

“The bullwhip it is.”

W/we kissed – a long, slow, romantic kiss of a kind that it made the previous conversation seem as different as night and day.

Not thirty minutes later, she was on her back upon the xslot Güncel Giriş kitchen table, a small pillow supporting her head, thick leather cuffs at her wrists and ankles secured by ropes to the sturdy legs of the table, a thin elegant collar encircling her neck, a blindfold robbing her of sight. I admired My slave’s nudity, the small red-colored “slave” tattoo which would otherwise be concealed by clothing when in public.

Having already eaten her to one orgasm, I slipped the vibrator easily inside her, placing the attachment against her still-sensitive clitoris. I then added the required battery to the control box, and set the larger-than-average device between her thighs. I took a moment to drink in the sight of My beautiful, trusting, loving wife and slave, knowing that her parents (and probably also her sister) would skin Me alive if they knew how I treated her, even though she was a very willing participant in these non-mainstream activities.

Casting all thoughts of “the mundanes” aside, I flipped the power switch on the control box, and ensured it was set to Ambient. Fully nude Myself, I quietly tiptoed around the large dining room table to the appropriate position, and waited quietly, purposely making My slave wait as long as possible, building up her own suspense and anticipation, so that when her breasts were finally kissed by the bullwhip, she would truly scream loudly.

I had to wonder: Would the her own screams cause her to climax again?

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With one look, you had me against the wall. You weren’t very far away from me before, but now… Your scent, it invades my body in a powerful rush… Your eyes, they see through me yet seem somehow filled with me… Your body, I can feel it though we’re not touching…

Your hands find their way to my arms, instantly pinning me to the wall I’m already backed up against. My breath catches as your stubbly cheek gently, brushes my jawline. Your rough, calloused hands dig deeper into my arms as your body responds to mine. I don’t want this, but how can I resist? You’re all over me, overpowering me, arousing me, and burning me with every touch and movement…

“Are you really about to take me without my permission?” I ask you with no alarm in my voice.

Your eyes bore into mine with a heat that almost makes me want to blink and shy away. Your jaw is hard and your expression is like that of a wild animal. The charge rushing back and forth between us becomes measurable and it gives the air a certain electric taste. I try to push you away but my efforts are wasted against the brick wall of your body. Why won’t you speak? Say something!, I shout in my mind. Your head cocks to the side ever so slightly as you lean so close to my face that I feel your breath against my chin.

“Yes, you know I am,” your lips whisper against my lips. I can’t help it as my lips part.

You wait no longer to dive into my mouth with yours… Your tongue swirls around my mouth, tasting every part of it intentionally. Your lips massage my own as I follow your rhythm tasting you right back. I can taste the tobacco on your breath while also the tangy flavor that completely belongs to you. I long to touch you but you keep just out of my reach, frustrating me even more… My head fogs up as I fall deeper into the arousal you’re building in me. I almost miss your hands loosening around my arms. I want to move so badly… But I don’t, not yet at least.

You take your time kissing my mouth before you move down to my neck… I left my hair down, I knew it would be bothersome to you. For days you have dropping hints, whispering things in my ear, and trying to sneak into bed with me. So I confronted you which only brought us here… Oh, I didn’t think it would lead to this. I really didn’t. You snap me back into the moment as your teeth sink into the flesh and meat of my shoulder. I withhold the the moan you so wish to drag out of me, knowing that this, too will just piss you off more. I do so like it when you’re pissed off.

Your arms drop as you pull away with dark, enraged eyes. I can see your member pressing hard against your jeans as you turn to face me. I don’t know why, but I want to comfort you after just teasing you, but I still don’t dare move. By the looks of your stance and the dark expression you wear, I can’t be certain of what you’re capable of. The energy in the room is a heady mixture of arousal, anger, fear, and thick tension.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask you with gusto. Your head snaps up wearing an almost demonic smile that stretches from ear to ear. The sight rocks me to my very core.

“That,” you say simply.

Before I realize what just happened, you charge towards me, scoop me up, and throw me on to the bed with enough force to land on top me. You pin my arms underneath me giving you the freedom to rummage around in the bed end drawer. You smile at me as you hold up the pair of silver handcuffs that only come off with a key. My expression must be funny xslot because you have to stifle a laugh.

I wasn’t fighting before, but the sight of the cuffs made my nerve falter. I tried to wriggle and twist, but you knew that would make your job easier. I finally get an arm free long enough for you to snag and latch my wrist. I try for a hail mary as I reach for your rock solid shaft with my free hand. The moment my fingers touch your appendage, you jerk against me. Your guard slips as a deep moan rises out of your chest. Just when I think I’m going to win, your hand strikes my wrist, clenching around it tightly. I buck underneath you but it only makes you smile. Finally, the battle ends as you flip me so easily with one swift move, only then do you cuff both of my hands behind my back.

You give me no time to get to comfortable as you yank me up to my feet. You turn me around and bend me over the bed. I still have shorts and a tank top on, but I feel naked as your member presses against the space between my legs. I remain quiet, not responding vocally to your advances. My body betrays me as my folds become wet and my clitoris starts to throb. You read my mind as your heavy hand traces down, splitting me as you head towards that wet place only fabric deep. Your strong fingers merely rub from the outside stirring my arousal and my adrenaline ever further.

I bite my lip hard, forcing my mouth to stay closed. You want to hear me moan your name so badly, I can feel it radiating out of you. With force, you pull down my shorts making me fall into the bed. I pop my lip between my teeth on the way, I know because I taste blood. I look at you over my shoulder blankly just letting you know what you did. You surprise me as you lean in and lick the droplet of blood off of my lip slowly as if you’re savoring the taste, only then sucking it into your mouth viciously. I lose it as I suck in a sharp breath and a moan follows my exhalation. Your body physically relaxes against mine as you release my lip and gently put your weight over my body.

You tuck my hair behind my ear and lean in to whisper, “Thank you.”

I stare at you in disbelief because my body has never been so painfully aroused in all of my life, or my past lives. Not to mention the buttery color your eyes have turned as you gaze upon me full of admiration. How can an overweight, scrub like me, turn you on so much? I don’t dare ask that question out loud. I want you to show me, take me to a place that we can never turn back from. I need you inside of me right then.

I bite my lip momentarily forgetting that I had just popped it, making me moan out again. Your hands run down the length of my back as I arch my ass up towards you. Then, to my utter shock and delight, you drop to your knees to mash your tongue into my backdoor hole causing me to gasp in glutton abandon. Your hands grasp my butt cheeks harshly pulling them apart so your tongue has more access to my naughty, dirty little hole.

“Fuck,” I breathe out as my arousal intensifies. My pussy becomes so achingly wet that I fear I’m going to climax any second. You’re deep in my hole with your greedy tongue and I can feel your boner becoming more and more constrained. “Fuck me,” I finally mewl out. Your tongue doesn’t relent. Instead your fingers find their way into my pussy, rubbing and massaging my wet passage. I moan and start to writhe, loving the way the cuffs are digging into my wrists. It’s so hot, considering who you are to me. xslot Giriş I don’t think about that as you back away from my ass. I feel your fingers exit me too soon making me pout out of frustration.

“I want to feel you cum with my dick, little girl.” You growl in my ear. A chill runs down my back and I nearly beg, but remember the game we’re playing. I want you to take me, punish me, and deliver me to heights never felt with any one else. We both know you can and it excites me. I twist to see you unfastening your pants and unsurprisingly find that you’re not wearing anything underneath them. My pussy convulses, sending that throbbing ache back into my swollen clit. I want this so bad that I’m frightened by it. I don’t think about that either. I live in the moment instead.

“Are you ready for this?” You ask me in that dark, dominant tone. All I can do is nod my head with eyes wide in apprehension.

“Say it,” you command me, “out loud. I want to hear your slutty little mouth say the words.”

I oblige, in the only way I can as wanton as I am. “I am ready for you to punish my pussy with your mean cock.”

My words enrage the sex demon within you as your eyes turn from butter to coal with a quickness. Without warning or further delay, you ram your cock into me down to the hilt. I feel so full, so fast that I scream out my orgasm. You’re moaning and panting already. You haven’t even moved yet and I can feel the first jettison of man milk against the back wall of my vagina. Somehow, that makes me even more wet as my orgasm pumps around your still hard cock. I want you to use me up until we’re both so gone that we can’t move. Gone are any trepidation’s from before. I want this, I have wanted this for far too long.

You start to move and I feel everything… The way your dick strokes my inside walls, the digging of your fingers into my ass, the grinding of the bed sheets against my tank top, and the wet, hot liquid of my juices as you pumped in and out, over and over into my slut hole. You were playing with me, only giving me enough to frustrate me further. I couldn’t take it anymore…

“Harder, please!” I begged through my moans of pleasure. You were all too happy to oblige. Your hands moved to my love handles, my very luscious love handles, then your hips started grinding hard and intentionally into mine. I feel you, every inch of you as we become one. One of your hands starts rubbing my ass lovingly, but I know what you want. So I twist up in my cuffed position to look you right in the eye.

“Do it, I like it when it hurts,” I say in a voice that surely doesn’t belong to the woman I was this morning. Some submissive, pain slut with sex as a chromosome has taken the place of my former, meek yet nerdy self. I almost blush as you start teasing me with your sensual rubbing. I keen to feel the sting I know your palm can deliver.

“Please,” I finally beg. I hear you chuckle an evil sound yet so exciting to my ears. I know it’s coming. The pounding of your cock rocks my insides and just as I’m about to bust my nut, you crash down hard over my right cheek. It explodes with delicious pain and my second orgasm jets through my occupied pussy.

“Fuck, yes!” I scream out, not caring that your mother lives upstairs. You’re grunting as you try not to cum with me. I can imagine what kind of control that must take. To physically block your body’s natural reaction. I want you to though. Inside of me… Again. I mentally shame myself xslot Güncel Giriş for even thinking about that right now. So, I force myself back into the moment. You help me with that.

“I want your pretty little asshole, too.” You tell me as you pull out leaving me feeling empty too quickly. My muscles don’t know what to do as they spasm and twitch from the few minutes of hard, rough fucking. I think you’re about to shove your meaty rod in my back door, but instead, you kneel before me again and begin to slather your tongue languidly in circles around the outside ring of that hole.

It feels… Strange at first, then soothingly good. Your tongue starts to flick harder and I swear it’s going to make me cum again. I’m moaning, loudly, unashamed, and freely. You like it as you bury your face in my ass. Then your greedy tongue moves into my cum drizzled slit and when your tongue presses on my swollen clit, I buck out another climax.

You’re smiling. I feel it as you lap up my juices that have undoubtedly mixed with yours. I wonder idly if it tastes good or if you’re just that self absorbed. Forcing myself to stay in the moment isn’t as hard with your tongue doing that twisty-turn that you seem adept at. I don’t want you to stop but you do and then I feel your body move away for only a moment. Then I feel the cool salve hit my backdoor causing me to jolt as your fingers make their way into my naughty hole again. I tense only because I know you’re about to put your fat cock in there and because of that you lay a few spankings over my already tender behind. I can’t help the moan building because yet again, my body is at war with my mind.

You flip my body so quickly it almost frightens me but then we’re face to face again and I notice behind the sex demon in your eyes in that same admiration.

“What?” I ask you full of curiosity.

Your eyes close and open slowly before you answer me not with words but the softest of kisses. I melt into that kiss because for the first time in a very long time, I don’t feel lonely. You use that time to line up your weapon and just as I’m distracted, you ram your cock deep into my ass. It’s too much, too filling, and so fast that I have no control of the painful noise that leaves my body. You move and I swear you’ll pull my rectum out with your generous meat. I start to adjust before you pound my ass in missionary. One of your hands is fucking my other hole making my insides feel the fullest they have ever felt. It feels like falling apart and coming together in the same instance. I’m going to die is my only thought as my orgasm nears. The dragging feeling in the ass added to the slurpy wetness of your fingers massaging my vaginal walls causing me to burst, damn near squirt as you find your climax deep in my asshole. It’s an odd feeling as your hot cum fills in what was empty before. I don’t know how I survived it, but I did. You take your time exiting me and once you do, you rummage around for the keys to my cuffs.

I sit up and find that I feel somehow changed but I know I’m the same. I drink you in hoping to understand some of what just happened. It wasn’t love making, but it wasn’t just an empty fuck. I want to believe that this only the beginning, I actually need to know.

“When can we do this again?”

Your eyes lock with mine and I can see the same hope that I’m wanting to be real, but if there’s anything your son taught me it’s that hope is futile. Yes, you were once my father in law before your son jumped off that building. With his death we came closer. I watched you watching me greave all the while planning this encounter, I’m sure. We needed this and we will again.

“Later,” is all you say before my cuffs come off and you climb into bed with me to just hold me.

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The Prisoner Wore Panties Ch. 06

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Chapter Six – The White Cliffs of Dover

Danielle awoke and was initially unaware of where she was and why she was here. Then she recalled that she was in Katerina’s flat on Munchener Strasse and the awful events that had predicated her arrival here. Tears filled her eyes as she recalled how Steven had sacrificed himself so that she and Katerina could escape.

She rolled over looking for comfort but Katerina was gone, her side of the bed was cold. Pale light seeped through the window and Danielle guessed that it was probably mid-afternoon, she got out of bed and opened the bedroom door. The smell of fresh coffee roused her senses and the need to relieve herself and take sustenance took precedence over her grief. She unpacked her necessaries and found the little bathroom across the hall and took care of her toilette. She applied makeup and dressed in her brown suit and went into the kitchen.

Danielle was quite shocked when she saw Katerina. She had cut her hair into a very short bob and dyed it jet-black; she was wearing a pantsuit and looked very different from the very feminine Katerina that Danielle had come to know. There were some packages on the table and it was obvious that Katerina had been out and about while Danielle was sleeping.

“Do you like it?” Katerina patted the back of her short bob and smiled.

“It suits you but to be honest I preferred it when you looked more feminine; you look nothing like you did when I first met you,” Danielle replied; helping herself to coffee.

“That’s the whole idea. I knew the day would come when I would either be captured or have to go into hiding so I prepared for the eventuality.”

“Because of my family’s business interests I have been able to travel freely between Germany and Switzerland. During one of my stays there I had pictures taken of me with this hairstyle which I then used to make forged travel documents under a false name.”

“I have extensive holdings squirreled away in Swiss banks and I own a small alpine villa there. All I need to do is get to Switzerland without being captured and I can wait out the war; the way I see it I have played my part and made my sacrifices.”

“As long as Willy only told the authorities that we were harbouring POWs and didn’t divulge our escape plans we will be ok. I’m sure that we would have been arrested already if the authorities knew any more than that. I went out this morning after I cut and dyed my hair and made contact with another member of the Resistance; there is nothing to indicate that our cell is compromised but of course I am personally discredited and have been branded a criminal.”

“The Gestapo and the Feldjägerkorps are zealously looking for both myself and a British airman named Corporal Daniel Collingwood, they are distributing pictures of them both. They believe that you ditched the persona of Danielle and that you only dressed enfemme as a ruse to enable your escape from the Stalag. I can’t imagine that Oberst Kurt Wessel has extrapolated to them that you were at a party at his house when you escaped or what he was up to exactly when you went over the wire,” Katerina smiled knowingly.

“I have a full wardrobe and my new identity papers here. I also have an adequate amount of Reichsmarks, which I will share with you. I’m heading south to Zurich and I presume you are heading to somewhere in France after you reach Cologne so we will soon go our separate ways,” Katerina picked up one of the packages off the table.

“A going away present,” Katerina leaned in and kissed Danielle on the cheek.

It was almost liked being kissed by a stranger because Katerina looked so different.

Danielle tore open the package and found two satin and lace bras with small ‘B’ cups that had been slightly padded to provide shape.

Danielle put her arms around Katerina’s neck and kissed her.

“They look wonderful I must try one of them on!” Danielle unbuttoned her blouse and Katerina helped her put on and adjust her new bra.

“Perfect! The bra gives you some shape and heft where you had non,” Katerina admired her handiwork.

Danielle put on her blouse to see the full effect and it did indeed appear that she two small but very nicely proportioned breasts.

“The other packages contain bread, cheese, ham and some condiments. We will make sandwiches to take with us on our journeys,” Katerina said.

“The situation has changed, the Gestapo and the Feldjägerkorps are about to start a door to door search so it’s best we get going soon,” Katerina said gravely.

“I’ll go pack,” Danielle said sweeping up the remaining bra from the table.

Katerina caught her wrist.

“We have to leave soon but not straight away; we have a little time. We may not see each other again,” she pulled Danielle into her arms.

“Best we make good use of what little time we have left together then,” Danielle looked lovingly into Katerina’s eyes and then they kissed.

Katerina led Danielle into the bedroom where they quickly xslot undressed down to their lingerie and fell on the bed. Danielle straddled Katerina, kissing her pressing her body into her.

“I want to feel the softness of you and the hardness of you,” Katerina sighed and reached for Danielle who was fully tumescent.

She guided Danielle’s penis to her sex, which was already wet in anticipation. Danielle eased herself inside the warm, slick folds of Katerina’s vagina and began to vigorously fuck her. She would have loved to have spent a long and languid afternoon with her lover but time was of the essence and they were determined to enjoy each other one last time.

Their stockings hissed as their legs intertwined, Danielle driving her penis deep inside Katerina. Katerina’s vagina was tight and clung to Danielle’s member as she withdrew it as if not wanting to release the throbbing instrument of pleasure.

Katerina pulled Danielle’s face to hers.

“Fuck me darling. Fuck me hard,” and Danielle acquiesced to her wishes.

She drove her penis deep into Katerina’s vagina, making her gasp and began to fuck her with long, deep strokes. She was close to orgasm but made herself wait until Katerina reached her pinnacle and writhed and gasped beneath her as she came. Danielle allowed herself release and flooded Katerina’s vagina with her semen.

There was no time to enjoy the afterglow and they hastily disengaged, cleaned themselves and fixed their makeup.

They hurriedly dressed and packed; Danielle was miffed, she had run out of surgical tape and had to reuse the tape from her old gaff, which did not hold her genitals as tight to her body as she would like. She put on her tightest pair of panties to help hold everything in place.

When they were ready they steadied themselves and stepped out on the street.

Danielle had escaped once before so she was well aware of the importance of not looking guilty or out of place; being out and about in public for the first time as a woman was exhilarating but she hardly had time enjoy the experience. She needed to be on her guard.

Danielle and Katerina walked together to the railway station as much for mutual support as anything, this gave Danielle some scant time to adapt to presenting herself as a woman in a populated area. They had already said their goodbyes and an open display of affection between two women in public was certain to draw attention to themselves so they made do with a peck on the cheek and a handshake.

The railway station was crowded, noisy and dusty and there were long lines at the ticket windows; a soldier from the Feldjägerkorps stood beside each window scrutinising travel documents. For the first time she experienced chivalry as a woman when she was about to take her place at the back of the line and a man standing near the ticket window called out to her.

“Fraulein; here, please take my place in line,” the handsome gentleman beckoned her.

Several people waiting in the line turned around to stare at her, which was not what she wanted, but she confidently strutted past them to the front of the queue. Several of the women muttered their indignation at her preferential treatment whilst most of the men surreptitiously ogled at her.

“I shouldn’t take your place; all these people have all been waiting in line long before I got here,” Danielle couldn’t help but smile at the suave looking gentleman.

“Nonsense; I am surrendering my place to you and taking your place at the back of the line so it changes nothing for the others,” the man gallantly took her suitcase and put it on the ground and stepped out of line so that Danielle could take his place.

“Very generous and honourable of you sir but you might miss your train by doing so,” Danielle replied.

“Possibly; I’m going to Cologne and the next train leaves in fifteen minutes, however there is another train two hours after that,” the man smiled courteously.

“What a coincidence; so am I,” Danielle regretted it as soon as she’d said it.

The man’s smile widened.

“Well Fraulein, perhaps I can purchase tickets for both of us,” he grinned.

“It’s not Fraulein it’s Frau and, as I am a married woman, I think it is inappropriate for you to buy me anything,” Danielle insisted.

The man was about to reply when the family ahead of them departed the ticket window leaving it vacant.

“Next! Move along please, move along,” the Feldjägerkorps Sergeant beckoned them forward.

Danielle really had no choice as she was pushed forward by the people in the line behind her to the where the soldiers were checking documentation.

“Papers!” the Unterfeldwebel demanded.

Danielle had her documents ready and the man thrust his papers forward at the same time.

“Herr Muller. This woman is a French citizen and is married; are you travelling together?” the Unterfeldwebel asked as he studied their papers.

“Yes we are. I am accompanying her to meet her husband xslot Giriş in Cologne,” Herr Muller answered the soldier.

The Unterfeldwebel looked at Herr Muller and gave Danielle the once over and smirked knowingly.

“Your papers are in order, have a pleasant journey,” the soldier’s grin widened as he handed back their papers.

“Why did you tell him that?” Danielle hissed as they approached the window.

“Two first class tickets to Cologne,” the man ignored Danielle and waved a handful of Reichsmarks at the ticket seller.

Danielle had no choice but remain in the company of Herr Muller but as soon as he paid for the tickets she pulled him aside, away from the throng.

“What do you think you are doing?” she whispered angrily.

“Forgive me Madame, may I introduce myself, Hans Muller at your service,” once again he flashed that dazzling smile.

He took Danielle’s hand to kiss it but she snatched it back.

“It is my opinion that a woman travelling on her own is never really safe and is subject to possible harassment, especially if she is a foreigner and even more so if she is beautiful; regardless of whether or not she is married,” Hans grinned.

“Where is your husband by the way? If you were my wife I wouldn’t let you out of my sight,” he beamed.

“I am meeting him in Calais,” Danielle had to change her backstory now that Steven had been killed.

Thinking of Steven made her feel sad but she once again regretted telling this man anything.

“I can see the sorrow on your face; you must miss him? But in his absence let me be your escort; I have just purchased two first class tickets, which means we will have a compartment to ourselves. I promise you that I will respect your privacy and behave like a true gentleman,” When Hans took her hand this time she did not withdraw it.

Sitting in a first class carriage had its advantages other than just the luxury, she would not have to engage with the other passengers and she could rest during the overnight trip. Also being in Hans Muller’s company would give the impression that she was accompanied and keep away any would be Lotharios or busybodies.

“Ok, you may be my travelling companion on two conditions. One, I pay you for my own ticket and two you respect my privacy,” Danielle allowed him to kiss her hand and then withdrew it.

“Yes of course to both conditions,” Hans attempted to take her suitcase from her and waved in the direction of the platforms.

“I can carry my own luggage and I will follow you if you don’t mind,” Danielle said.

“I have to admit that I was hoping that you would walk in front of me so that I might gaze at your lovely legs and wonderful bottom,” Hans said roguishly and proceeded ahead of her.

Danielle had packed the rather plain brown suit and wore her stylish blue pinstriped suit; she wished the tailors at The Shop had not made the hem quite so short but the ensemble fitted her perfectly and the mauve long-sleeved silk blouse was the consummate garment to wear beneath the jacket. Her black high heels clacked on the concrete platform.

She caught up with Hans and walked beside him.

“You promised to respect me,” she admonished him.

“I promised to respect your privacy; to gaze upon a beautiful woman and admire her is not disrespectful,” Hans grinned.

“By all means; admire away but please keep your comments to yourself,” Danielle snapped.

The guard checked their tickets and then he helped Danielle climb up into the carriage; Hans followed and led her down the companionway. The carriage was divided into nine, two-berth sleeping compartments fitted with cupboards and a washbasin in each. In day form, each compartment sat two passengers and at night the seat folded down for the first bed, and the second lowered from the wall panels above that seat to give a bunk arrangement. Each compartment was accessed by a sliding door with coloured leadlights fitted with privacy curtains; an attendant’s compartment was located at one end of the car and a smoking lounge and bar at the other.

Danielle was a little surprised at the opulence of the compartment that Hans led her to. It was decorated in Edwardian style with carved panelling, a pressed metal ceiling, frosted glass and lamp pendants, all ornately decorated; a row of bevelled mirrors was provided above the windows with an engraved swastika pattern. The seats were plush velour.

Hans took Danielle’s suitcase and put in the overhead luggage rack, his own considerably larger case was taken away to the attendant’s compartment.

Danielle smoothed her skirt under her and took a seat.

“How much do I owe you?” she asked rummaging in her handbag.

“Nothing. Please allow me the privilege of paying for you Madame,” Hans tried to close her handbag.

They struggled a little and Danielle snatched the handbag and ripped it from his grasp; Hans’ hands fell into her lap, one of them resting on her thigh just below the xslot Güncel Giriş hem of her skirt.

They both looked down at it.

“Sorry but you snatched your handbag away,” Hans whispered but didn’t move his hands.

Danielle gently moved his hands out of her lap and pushed them into his.

“Why don’t you just let me give you some money and then I can relax; I’m feeling quite tired,” Danielle returned her handbag to her lap and took out her purse.

She looked at Hans defiantly.

When he told how much her ticket was she was taken aback and nearly changed her mind about paying for it but she’d made too much of a fuss about paying for her own ticket so she had no choice but to hand over her share.

Hans noted Danielle’s surprise when he told her how much the first class tickets cost.

“Madame, I feel like a cad; you obviously would not have travelled first class except for my insistence, please allow me to meet any other costs that arise during the course of your travels,” he pulled on the cord for the attendant who appeared almost immediately at the door.

Hans ordered a bottle of champagne and a serving of caviar.

“You are too generous; I feel a little guilty indulging in such opulence whilst most people are suffering austerity,” Danielle searched for her cigarettes in her handbag and Hans lit it for her.

“Madame, my family owns the Muller Steel Works and whilst the war does indeed mean austerity and hardship for some, for others it is an opportunity,” Hans pulled out the folding table in anticipation of their treats arriving.

“Who knows how things will turn out; the Allies have a foothold in Italy and we have lost the war in Russia,” Hans took a cigarette from a silver case and lit it with a gold lighter.

Danielle was surprised to hear such defeatist dialogue from an affluent German citizen who was profiteering from the war.

“The general public are treated like sheep by that viper Goebbels whilst that incestuous painter masquerading as a wolf will lead us all to doom,” he said bitterly.

“Shh! You will get us arrested,” Danielle tried to compose Hans; she pulled him down beside her.

“Hah! I could buy the whole train if I wanted! The only reason I was in that ticket line was because I wanted to rub up against the common people and see for myself what they are thinking but they are all brainwashed,” Hans crushed out his cigarette just as the champagne arrived.

“Forgive me, Madame, allow me to pour you a glass,” Hans dismissed the attendant and poured two glass of champagne.

“I will drink your wine because I am thirsty but you can keep your caviar; I will eat my sandwich thank you,” Danielle was a little disgusted with this man who profiteered from the war but was so damning of his country’s leadership and contemptuous of the people.

“You think me obtuse and insensitive but I am just a realist who lives for today because I think our future is doomed,” Hans topped off Danielle’s drink.

Hans gorged himself on caviar whilst Danielle nibbled at her sandwich. She was tired after such a long day and after several glasses of wine she took off her jacket and kicked off her heels to make herself more comfortable and eventually fell asleep.

Hans had the attendant clear away and assisted him to put away the table and close the blinds. They were both quiet and careful not disturb Danielle who was slumbering. Hans settled down next to her on the edge of the single bench seat to give her room to stretch out as she languished in a deep sleep. He put two pillows under her head and she smiled in her slumber and Hans took the opportunity to scrutinise her. There was no doubting that she was beautiful but there was just something about her that wasn’t right.

During the days of the Weimar Republic, Berlin was a liberal city and although male to female transvestites went to great pains to insist on their heterosexuality it was a hotbed of sexual excess. There were even ‘transvestite certificates’ issued by the government allowing men to dress and present as women in public. Transvestite stage performances and musical shows were popular in dance halls, and some beer kellars were exclusively patronised by crossdressers of both genders and their admirers.

It was during this period of excesses, before the Nazi Party came to power, that a young Hans Muller became a frequent visitor to such establishments and an incessant partaker of their lascivious offerings.

As a young man he became enthralled with the gorgeous ‘women’ who frequented these establishments and had a series of torrid affairs with a succession of transvestite showgirls. He never thought of himself as homosexual; he circumspectly and insistently refused to see any of the girls as their male alter egos; to him they were only the women that they presented themselves to be.

When the Nazis came to power they began to round up ‘undesirables’, persons accused of ‘asocial’ or socially ‘deviant’ behaviour, and some of the transvestites and their admirers fled the country or took their activities underground but most simply ceased doing what they had been doing. Any establishment that was considered ‘an immoral place’ was either torn down or seized and re-purposed by the Nazis.

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Face (Sex, Power, Love) Ch. 23

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Bound, gagged and blindfolded, I swung at the end of a chain hung in the darkness of Corinna’s dungeon. Corinna’s slave girl hungrily sucked my cock. I had been ordered not to come and threatened with the most severe penalty if I did, but I was powerless to resist the girl’s charms, not because of the physical restraints, but because I was weak.

Anna had ordered denial, Slave warned that Corinna might unman me if I disobeyed, and my love, my everything, my Gina, had commanded that I abstain from all orgasms without permission from a woman in authority. But I could not obey. I was weak, pathetic. The girl at my cock held me in her sway. Whatever women took me by the balls, even this insignificant slave, would have whatever she desired of me. I shivered in disgust at my failing, I shudder in fear of the consequences, but driven by an uncontrollable hunger, my hips thrust at her mouth. Hanging in the air suspended by chains, with spineless quivers I shot fitful spurts of sperm into the temptress’s soft, wet maw.

She lingered at the trough, savoring her earthy treat. Her tongue rolled my lolling, sated cock around in her mouth, smearing the thick syrup about. She shamelessly indulged herself, thoroughly appraising the flavor, bouquet, and mouth feel of my man come. Eventually she swallowed and meticulously sucked me clean. She squeezed my testicles and slipped a finger up my ass to milk out the dregs from my spent prostate. She pulled her teeth gently along my length, milking out the last drops of semen.

A gooey thickness gurgled in her whisper, “What a pretty cock, and so full of yummy man juice. This hardon says you like being hung in Corinna’s chains. Good, cus you’re a nicely hung hunk of man, but very, very bad boy that’s gotta be all chained up. And whooped, whooped all over, then whooped again. This is gonna to be fun.” She gave my cock a big wet kiss, making lewd smacking sounds as she puckered her plump lips. “Delicious.”

The girl rose and laughed at me. “Your cock is still hard as a rock. Corinna expects it to be locked up in its cage. You better pray this thing shrinks so I can get it back in there before she gets here. Miss Corinna gets real mean if she doesn’t get her way.

“Corinna says you ain’t supposed to come. But when I saw that bottle of man goo you brought for her, I just knew I had to get me some. Mistress Corinna shouldn’t hog it all for herself. It just ain’t right. I so, so love swallowing a man’s jissem. It’s been way too long without a hit of man stuff.

“Corinna and her lesbian friends pretend they hate cock, hate everything about men, but not me. Pussy is great, but every girl needs a little, well better a big dick every once and awhile. Very tasty. Remember this is our secret, a secret between us slaves. Don’t you dare tell Corinna. I swear she would use any excuse to chop off that thing. She’s done it before to more obedient men than you, so keep your mouth shut. Besides, you are not just at Corinna’s mercy. I’m the one who’s going to do most of the beating, so don’t piss me off.”

With that, the girl lowered my chains until my feet were on the floor and the pressure was off my shoulders. “You be a good boy and wait here. But then, you don’t really have much choice, do you? You ain’t a going nowhere.” Corinna’s slave girl lightly slapped my face, laughed, and left me standing in the dark. I did not hear her leave. For the longest time I thought she was quietly watching me in the darkness. I imagined I heard her breathing, but slowly I realized I must be alone.

Was it hours? Was it sleep? No, I couldn’t sleep standing with my arms chained above my head so maybe it was more like a trance. After the longest time soft foot steps unsettled the silence. Gentle fingers stuffed my now shrunken cock back into its steel cage, and then roughly tightened the straps securing my cock prison close to my body. The lock snapped shut. I tried to speak despite the ball gag. There was no response. There was nothing. I didn’t hear her leave. Again I deluded myself that I was not alone, that the girl was watching me strung up in the dark.

I thought it was dark. But I was blindfolded so perhaps the even darkness was imagined. Except for my breathing, or when I rattled my chains, it was completely silent. The world fed my mind only the ache of my arms held in chains over my head, the ache of my feet standing on a hard stone floor, and the ache of my bruised and abused cock packed into its cage.

I tried to amuse myself by rattling my chains, stretching against the restraints, or moaning into my gag, anything to create a sensation to stave off the numbing nothingness into which I was sinking. In that lonely darkness, only the throbbing sensation of the steel cage pressing against my cock purchased xslot relief. I tried to get hard by imagining eating Gina’s pussy. I rocked my hips as if to fuck. The steel pressed against my swelling cock. This sensation was pleasant, but I was spent. I could not sustain the engorgement or the fantasy, and slowly I slipped into the murk. My world had shrunk to no more than dark silence, aches, solitary musing on loneness…and time. Somehow in my gloom, even time finally dissolved.

Time awoke with a piercing crack, then searing pain. I jumped to the alarm, stumbled and fell, only to be caught by the chains grasping my wrists. The sudden defeat of my instinctual flight response reproached me for forgetting my place. The winch whirred and my chains yanked me into the air. The jangling laugh of chains mocked my panic, my fear, and my repeated failure to acknowledge and accept the thing these women had made of me—a dirty joke amongst the girls just dangling in the dark.

After the crack of lightening, a storm of blows rained upon me. She swung a heavy leather strap. The deluge moved up, down and across my skin, back to front. I screamed helplessly into the ball gag. I cried like a baby and fruitlessly begged for mercy with inarticulate moans and squeals. These pathetic animal noises simple amused and encouraged the merciless wielder of the weapon.

She was vicious and silent, quick and angry. This was not the indolent slave girl. Only by her impassioned breathing could I locate her as she circled. The panting quickened as her exertions with the strap increased. It was also simple to locate her gender. My torturer was a woman. Each brutal blow instructed me that I existed only to serve the darkest malice hidden in the female heart. It was my duty and privilege to serve as proxy penitent for all the indignities inflicted by men upon women. It was my honor to receive the justice too long withheld.

Justice had been unmasked. The eyes of Lady Justice blazed scorching retribution and burned through the blindfold unjust men had lashed across her face. It was I, the convicted, the nadir of iniquity, the male, who was blindfolded. Lady Justice hung me in her balance and meted out her fully deserved recompense. I plead guilty, “Thank you Your Honor may I have another.” And another and another. Justice. Justice. Justice. “Please Mistress, take more.”

But she took too much. These women were too cruel. Blow upon blow of judgment rained down. I wanted my love, “Gina this is for you, only for you, not for these bitches.” Again she struck…pain. “Gina you can feed me to—strike, pain, justice—bitches. I hate them. But for—oh, pain—you. Please know I do it—pain, pain, pain—for love….” Time shattered into discontinuous, jagged shards of hurt.

The storm passed. She spoke. “That’s better. Slave, do you see how it’s slumped into its chains. That’s how you do it. When it loses the capacity to stand, it will have lost the will to resist. Lower it to floor. See how it crumples then melts. Good, it’s no more than a puddle of male laid low. Keep it gagged and blindfolded, and bring it up to my room. Make it crawl all the way up the stairs.”

Corinna’s slave girl unchained my wrists and ankles and attached a collar to my neck. “Heel dog. Stay down on your knees and follow. Faster. Come boy, up the stairs.” I heard an iron gate clank shut, then and a mechanical whirr. Corinna levitated in an antique elevator cage from her private dungeon to her upper floor boudoir. I labored on my knees up flight after flight of stairs.

Finally, I felt a deep soft carpet beneath my hands and knees. I smelled perfumes and aromatic lady’s lotions, and heard a throaty, feminine voice sweet as cotton candy. “Slave, shackle its elbows behind its back. Clip its testicle leash to the pulley chain. Lift and hang it face down. Put some weight into it. That’s right, not so much that the balls are ripped off, but let the male hang by its balls just enough so that its face tips to the floor. Excellent, now take off its gag and blindfold. Good, now get your whore’s face into my pussy.”

My balls were roughly tugged back through my legs and, with the clicking of a chain through a pulley, my scrotum was pulled up toward the ceiling lifting my hips then knees from the floor and unbalancing me until I fell face first into the floor. My arms were pinned behind my back, my knees were off the floor, and so to relieve the pressure on my balls I strained to balance my weight by arching my back and pushing my face and toes into the plush carpet. Corinna’s slave yanked the gag and blindfold straps from my face.

Corinna sat crossed legged on the edge of her bed, her dress riding high on her thighs. I strained to glimpse the face of the evil goddess. But, with my face pressed against xslot Giriş the floor, the best I could do was gawk at her red high-heeled pumps, her ogle her long legs shimmering in sleek black stockings held by red garters, peep into the bewitching shadows under the hem of her skirt, and drool. She unfolded her thighs, scooted to the edge of the bed, and hiked her skirt inviting Slave to dine in the furrow of her obscenely exposed cunt. The shimmering black girl eagerly dove into her mistress’s hole.

Corinna’s voice mellowed to a throaty purr steeled with confident authority. “Eric, look at me. Look me in the eye and receive your instructions.” I strained to find Corinna’s eyes, but I was hung so awkwardly I couldn’t see anything but her wide spread legs grasping her slave’s face as it gobbled it only true desire. My balls ached. I was afraid that I would become unbalanced and break my balls like a condemned man shattering his neck in the noose.

“Poor boy. You seem so high stung. Let me come down to you. See aren’t I bighearted. Slave lie face up on the floor so you can eat me while I talk to Eric.” Corinna got down from her bed, knelt beside me and tenderly stroked my face. The slave girl quickly followed and lay under her mistress. Corinna lowered her crotch onto Slave’s obliging mouth. With effort, at last I could see Corinna. Thick wavy chestnut hair framed her beautiful latté face. Ample lips suggested African blood, but a finely sculpted nose and hazel eyes hinted at European origins. There could be no doubt of Corinna’s true heritage, the only true human royalty—the lineage of uncommon female loveliness.

“I hope you enjoyed your beating because you will receive these beatings several times a day. Slave will administer most your whippings on a schedule I set, but I may personally work on you now and then, if I have the time and the inclination. The point is to break you. Perhaps you think you are already sufficiently broken, adequately obedient. If so, you are mistaken. If you think at all, then you are still flawed. It is your place to accept, not to think. I will take you there. You are a wicked male who will be improved.

“I saw the teeth marks you left on Slave’s breasts; that will require payment. I hate men who stare at and lust after women’s breasts. Men are such shameless pigs. Men who cannot look at a woman respectfully should not be allowed to raise their eyes above the ground. She offered you her most womanly prize, and you took beastly advantage. You’re revolting. This sweet girl is just a child, a pure innocent. But you defiled her; you sullied her magnificent breast and marked her with your teeth. You are a sinful rapist.

“For this offense your pathetic little man tits shall be clamped in steel teeth until they bleed. We will clamp those sad titties hard enough, and leave the instrument on long enough, that the steel teeth will leave permanent scars. These marks will be appropriate recompense for your crime. Thence forth each time you look at a woman’s breasts you will think of the marks on your useless, atrophied tits, remember the pain, and be mindful of the fitting manners to be displayed before a woman by her male inferior.”

The severity of Corinna’s strict sentencing hardly disturbed the sweetness of her naturally melodious voice. Her throaty voice was childlike, even a bit cute, a syrupy melody that should have been calming but for the violence promised by her harsh verdict—sugar coating on a poison pill. Corinna’s fingers gently stroked my face as she spoke, until she finished by cocking a scarlet fingernail sharp as a cat’s claw, and scraped an angry scratch across my cheek, a slash right through the bruise marking Anna’s crop. Cupid’s arrow shot through the heart.

Throughout her harangue, Corinna smoothly rocked her pussy into Slave’s up turned face. Slave’s mouth dutifully followed Corinna’s fluid motions, swept up in an elegant dance of mouth to cunt adoration. Corinna leaned down and caressed my furrowed brow with her luscious lips. She lightly licked the blood oozing from the scratch across my cheek. Her sweet perfume evoked memories of tenderness.

Corinna grudgingly concluded, “As repulsive as I find vile manhood, I must admit you are a pretty thing. Perhaps if you learn your proper place at the feet of women you wouldn’t be entirely nauseating. Slave, get your tongue out of my cunt and put on the phallic harness. This rapist needs a taste of his own medicine. Teach this boy what it is like to take a cock up the ass. And get the tit clamps with the sharpest teeth.”

Bound as I was I couldn’t see much of what was happening. Corinna sat down on the edge of her bed and Slave disappeared behind me. I hung helplessly as increasing panic rose in my heart. Suddenly my balls xslot Güncel Giriş were released and I fell to the floor.

Corinna said to the girl standing behind me, “My darling slave, you are a lovely sight. Any red blooded woman would simple swoon at this luscious vision—a triumphant woman with a beaten male and at her feet.” I looked back over my shoulder. Corinna’s slave girl stood with her legs spread and hands on her hips. Jutting out from her crotch was an enormous artificial cock held in place by a harness. The dildo was as black and shinny as the girl wearing it. The weird spectacle of the slim black girl with her huge breasts and big black cock jutting from her crotch was terrifying.

I couldn’t believe what these woman were about to do to me. “No, please no. Please don’t do that to me. I will obey; I will be respectful, anything, but not that. Whip me, but don’t do that to me. Please have mercy.”

“Mercy? I do love the sound of men begging for mercy. Thank you for begging. It really is so kind of you to ask, but unfortunately, this must be done. It’s just a plastic cock, so don’t imagine that Slave will derive any physical pleasure. The point is to humiliate you, and to teach you how a woman feels when she is raped. The point is not physical pleasure for us, rather the psychological gratification of degrading you, the male, before your female superiors. It must be done.

“But since you beg so sweetly…Slave, give it a diversion. Apply the tit clamps. Not enough to set your mind at ease? My, it is demanding. All right. Slave, you may use a little lubricant this time.”

Nauseating disgust and revulsion rampaged through my gut. A conflagration of embarrassment smoldered in my entrails. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide; I was lost a charred desolation. I closed my eyes. Slave kicked my knees apart and knelt behind me. I felt her heavy breasts press upon my back as she leaned over and tenderly kissed the back of my neck. Her sweet breath sent a tingling seduction down my spine. She whispered into my ear, “This will hurt, but don’t give that bitch the satisfaction seeing your pain. Rise up, show her your tits.”

Form my knees I lifted my bound and beaten torso to display for Corinna. I stupidly sought pity in her eyes. She laughed. Slave fondled my useless man tits, and then the steel-jawed clamps bit. Slave tightened the screws, alternating left then right. My chest heaved, and I fought the instinct to grimace at the mauling pain. I foolishly attempted to deny the bitch goddess her gratification.

It amused her, “Oh the little boy is trying to be brave. How noble. Slave screw them tight, harder. I can see that you pity him. Don’t spare him, or you will pay the price for him.” Slave twisted the screws until the steel jaws tore my skin. Overwhelmed, I gave in and cried. A drop of blood oozed on one tit. Corinna was satisfied.

“Excellent. Now boy aren’t you sorry for having disrespected my slave girl’s tits? Back the screws off a half turn; I don’t what to tear his little titties off, yet. Now fuck him in the ass.”

Pity still inhabited in Slave’s voice. “Bend over. Stay on your knees and arch your back. Don’t resist or the pain will be worse. Keep your ass up.” Slave gently pushed on the back of my head and I bowed my face to the floor. I savored Slave’s musky aroma—the oily scent of skin darkening in the sun. A slender finger slipped into my anus to lubricate me. I looked up at Corinna.

She lay on her side on her bed watching, smiling. She caught my eye and slid her finger into her pussy. Corinna opened her legs wider, inserted another finger and slowly, gracefully humped herself. All the while, her eyes commanded me to admire her obscene masturbation ritual. She showed off how pleasurable she found the tawdry exhibition of my degradation. Corinna flamboyantly mocked the irrelevance of my masculinity, my worthless tits bleeding in clamps, and my cock locked in a cage, manhood shamed before the superior sex.

Her honeyed voice gradually seethed to a boil. “Show the boy bitch its proper place; fuck the whore up its ass; take its ass; conquer it for womankind.” Slave slid a second finger into me; it was starting to hurt. She pushed my knees farther apart and took her position at my uplifted ass. Corinna fully in flames cackled, “Take it like a man.”

Slave playfully slapped my ass. I remembered doing the same to many a girl. I remembered how a disdainful little smack set just the right contemptuous tone to begin ass fucking a woman. Now it was my turn. I felt the head of the giant artificial cock press against my vulnerable back entry. No human cock could match what I was to receive. I began to bawl. Utter humiliation was nearly accomplished.

I clenched my weeping eyes, my teeth, my being. Slave rocked her hips and plunged. The probe slid into my bowels. A dull ache bloated my gut; a demoralizing creepiness plundered my ego.

Feminine oppression split me. I opened to the full force of the horror.

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With a blank expression, she wept. The cock had a pulse. That pulse echoed from the hips to the shaft to the mushroom head and into her ass. She was a newborn dick girl, and she felt the soft, hard skin of her partner’s cock dig into her cum-moist boypussy. Her tunnel was fully lubricated by sweat and foreign jizz. The erect arousal probing her stomach reached uncomfortably deep. Her upper body was bent to the banquet table, her breasts pressed against table cloth. Her anus took thrust after thrust, and she didn’t put the slightest fight. She drooled on the table through her teeth, bearing the penetration stoically, her powdered face unwavering, her messed-up hair in her face.

The man in the woman’s body was Jurojin. However, this name was officially dead. The skin of the woman she wore was called Jugs now, and this party was her debut. The name “Jugs” was chosen by the masters for irony’s sake, since her breasts were only an apathetic B-cup. So little fat they had, they barely jiggled during sex. Everything else about her body was fully female, except her penis. The hormones she’d been fed had reshaped her physique. Her hips were wide, like she’d given birth to a horde of children. Her miniskirt had a cock-sized hole on the backside, one made with a meat knife moments ago. Her fully shaved, naked legs were spread wide apart, their fat flapping. Only a pair of high heeled shoes covered her trembling lower half.

She had resisted the transformation much longer than her peers. She had spat and cursed at her trainers, abstained from masturbating, refused her meals. Her face under the thick makeup bore scars from whipping. Her butt cheeks were the same; the throbbing, cross-shaped red lines running across her fat were deep like miniature canyons. Her freshest, still blue bruises in her back were hidden under the maid uniform. Right before this party, the masters had whipped her until she bled. Her wounds were barely closed, but several rolls of bandages prevented the redness from soiling her dress.

Jugs was not an ordinary dick girl. Her physique was sculpted to fit the abnormal fantasies of the mansion’s masters: The entrance into her testicles was similar to a birth canal. The fleshy tunnel led into his flesh bags and it produced, during moments of sexual arousal, a natural lubricant much like a vagina would. The sperm that was dumped inside her dripped through a thin layer of flesh into her bulging balls. Her erect penis was wrapped inside a skin-colored condom. Its mushroom tip swam in a fish bowl of semen not of his own: It had all been processed through his system. The man in him screamed in horror, but his female side was fainting from bliss. Weak sighs slipped from her painted lips as her partner kept burying mighty rod in her ass.

Her partner was not a maid like Jugs was. This boy was of a lower rank, a “toilet”. The poor bastard had spent the entire evening rubbing his genetically modified dick to the floor vacuuming pools of excretions. Despite servants staging sexual performances in the form of orgies and bukkake all over the big hall, the floor shined beylikbagim.com spot clean. Tens of “toilets” constantly crawled on all-fours in the giant room, cleaning off cum spills. Their sperm sacks had grown by the hour, and many boys were now so large that it was painful to even look at them. Some boys had balls so monstrously huge they weighed too much for them to stand up. The naturally wrinkled skin of their testicles was stretched so thin they actually looked close to bursting. Such was the type of partner that was raping Jugs in her ass. They fucked like animals at the lush banquet table brimming with all manner of meaty foods. A whole roasted boar with vegetable-filling oozing from its sliced gut stared at Jugs with its gouged-open eye sockets. The boar was the largest dead animal on the buffet table and well-dressed men and women kept cutting pieces of it to their plates. The anal rape taking place got little attention from guests.

Her partner in the rape was not familiar to Jugs. The mansion was home to hundreds of maids that often raced down hallways completing chores. Few of them had left an impression on Jugs. This boy in his ass, in his current state, was that much harder to recognize, with his face covered in a layer of spunk. The sperm on his face dripped on Jugs’ naked buttocks. Only minutes earlier she had watched this boy be gang raped by other servants. One of the mansion’s mistresses had ordered them to stage a bukkake show. The issue arose when this obstinate fool, who was chosen via a dice roll, had resisted. He had fallen on his knees and complained about stomach problems, said that he couldn’t swallow any more. As punishment, instead of being put through bukkake, the mistress had ordered the boy’s peers to rape him.

The little toilet’s plump manly balls flapped against Jugs’ ass, adding to the sloppy cacophony. His cock was hard and throbbing, although every minute of sex seemed to sap more of his strength. The boy coughed out jizz balls from his mouth, as semen leaked from his ass and oozed from his penis. The rape of Jugs was a continuation of his punishment. The boy was exhausted in body and soul from the recent carnal violation. His rape had been watched by everyone in the room, and the resulting shame was apparent in his demeanor: His back was hunched and there were tears mixed in the droplets of cum falling from his face. Sex after such cruelty was humiliating for him – and more than likely, traumatizing. Jugs could already foresee his fate, and it would not surprise her when this nameless boy became a nameless corpse.

Jugs hated the feeling of a cock sliding in and out of her ass, but not because it felt bad. She had no ownership over her sexual desires anymore. The seemingly endless days of training in the mansion’s cellar had conditioned her body. She had been forced through unimaginable sexual tortures. The sessions had happened the same hour of every day. The body and brain adjust to such routines. Jugs’ addiction to rape was partly linked to the hormones the masters fed her. They messed with the brain, helped her develop fetishes that they wanted. Her training had been exceptionally brutal, and it had increased her tolerance for both pain and humiliation. As a result, she never screamed, whereas other transformed boys were howling their lungs out in every corner of the ball room.

“How is this pet so quiet?” a woman’s voice suddenly asked.

Jugs blinked, turning her face to the side. Whichever woman had uttered the question, she could not guess. An entire group of ladies in one-piece dresses had formed a circle around her. Suddenly a slim arm in a silk glove caressed her back. The prickly pain shot like a lightning bolt up Jugs’ spine, making him wince and whimper. Her skin was so painfully sensitive that even gentle touches filled the maid’s mind with throbbing agony. In her broken state of mind, even this pain amplified the unwanted pleasures.

The toilet boy blew his load with force. Jugs had writhed in her thirst for this cum for so long. Receiving the semen enema excited her beyond the point of return. She squeezed her butt around the cock, locking it in. Her urethra opened, and the boy’s cum flushed through her, yet it was but a blip in the small ocean. Jugs closed her eyes and sighed, reveling in the orgasm, fireflies lighting the darkness inside her eyelids. When she raised them again, a crowd buzzing around her. Bearded men in tuxedos, more than ten of them: They were old, balding, reeking of expensive wine, their smelly dicks standing outside their pants. In moments, they shoved the toilet boy off with their massive stomachs, then ramming their cocks in both of the maid’s pussies. Many were premature ejaculators, and some took mere seconds before finishing their business. The men took turns dumping their cum inside the maid, but there were women as well. Jugs recognized some faces from movies, others from professional sports. Many of the women were well-known politicians and celebrities from Mars, but many more were unfamiliar, and Jugs assumed them to be powerful people from Earth. These supposed high-class ladies raised their skirts, revealing their hairy snatches – none wore panties. They stuffed their unshaven cunts in Jugs’ mouth, some urinating shamelessly inside. The girls giggled as their piss trickled off of the maid’s lips.

The gang rape took many, many minutes. During those rare seconds that there was no-one invading her mouth, Jugs glanced around in the ball room. Toilet boys were dragging their naked bodies against the floor on all-fours, vacuuming white trails with their penises. Their throbbing, melon-sized, jizz-filled balls were the most disgusting sight Jugs knew. There was no dignity in the life of a toilet. All the cum they drained from the floor would never ever receive a pleasurable release. The masters spent no money to clothe or feed these sorry excuses for human beings. Before the night would be done, the boys would be locked in dog pens outside the mansion. They would be given plastic straws to stick in their urethras – that would be their dinner. It was impossible for toilets to excrete what they drained via ejaculation: Their penises were specially modified to be incapable of letting out cock juice. Only a straw inserted deep into the hose worked to drain their balls.

Being a toilet was almost no better that being cattle. The only real difference was that cattle drank cum continuously until they choked to death, whereas toilets could live for several years. While the toilets could theoretically have lived to be old, their daily mistreatment and violent rapes always broke them eventually. Suicide was a common escape for many of these unfortunate boys, even as the masters made every effort to drug them with happy pills. Truly, serving in this mansion was the ultimate test of one’s will to live.

Jugs wanted to keep on living. Despite the rapes, despite the evils she suffered every day, she still desperately wanted to live. However, she feared – with good reason – that there was no happy end for her in sight. The hope of escape was the sole thing keeping her alive. Would it fade one coming day, like it did for everybody else? She pondered this question while munching on yet another sloppy, plentiful load. This man’s jizz had a foul taste, but unless she’d eat it quickly, the next cock to enter her mouth-pussy could make her choke.

Cello music suddenly sprang from the center of the room. With an excited tune, the classical orchestra signaled that the night’s main event was nearing.

“Gather the maids for the auction. Get them cleaned up backstage,” a female voice said from nearby.

Most of the debuting servants had already been raped and sprayed with cum. Still, none would avoid the whore auction. In their condition, Jugs couldn’t imagine who would pay for sex with her and her colleagues. Even after everything she had been through, she still underestimated the depravity of the nobles. She didn’t realize it, but her will to live, her very fighting spirit, it sprang from an innate optimism. This naivety was why she had resisted her new urges for so long. When other maids came to drag his body to be prepared for the auction, she instinctively fought back. Her elbows swung wildly, even breaking a nose. One of the mansion’s mistresses saw the commotion and gave an order, which Jugs failed to hear.

While the maids held her in place, two small hands wrapped around Jugs’ massively full condom. The hands peeled the rubber off, leaving the limp penis drooling. She was forced on her knees, left only with the freedom to flip her head from side to side. The cum-faced rapist toilet boy stepped in front of Jugs. He was holding the big condom, bringing it closer to the powerless maid.

“You bitches! You bitches! This is rape! Rape! You’ll all be guilty! And you’re doing it for nothing!” Jugs screamed – none argued.

The nameless toilet boy brought the condom to her face. He stretched the elastic material in his hands, making it large enough to envelop a whole human head. The cum-filled condom engulfed Jugs’ face, half of its contents drenching her tits. She shivered – the cream had grown cold and viscous.

“Oh no, not the sperm! Not the sperm! Ah, it’s in my eyes! My eyes! Gurgle!” the poor maid screamed before billions of dead sperm streamed down her open throat.

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Bu sefer ilkine gore biraz daha acili olmustu. Gidip gelirken bacaklarimi omuzlarina aldi uzerime iyice bastirip dudaklarimdan operken sikmeye devam etti beni. Bu seferki biraz daha uzun surmus daha zevkli olmustu. Icimde bosalip hemen cikarmadan bir sure beklemisti yine.Sonrasinda gidip klozette icimdeki dollerini cikarmak icin bir sure bekledim ve dusa girdim. Ben dustan ciktigimda o giyinmis bekliyordu. Benim de giyinmemle birer kahve yapip ictik ve evden ayrildik. Ilk sikilisim umdugum gibi olmamisti ama acilisi yaptiktan sonra bir sure baya hareketli bir seks hayatim olmustu. Onlari da sonraki hikayelerimde anlatmayi planliyorum.Yazim yanlisim varsa uzgunum. Bi anda yaziverdim. Hoscakalin.

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The Life Traveler Life One Ch. 01

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My story begins a thousand years ago. Many believe me to be a liar when I say this. But how could they understand unless they remembered what I do.

The first memories I have are of a place that seems to transcend the world as we know it. It was a world full of magic and mystery. One could have control of the very founding elements of the world……if you only took the time to open your eyes. I was a simple young girl with problems even magic couldn’t correct fully. I was born in a body that didn’t fit me. Magic was able to give me the appearance of a woman, but I was lacking in my ability to reproduce and have intercourse. Not that I couldn’t make love you understand. I hope you can understand the need to have your partner inside you…..not the other way around. I had quite literally given up on the thought of love since most guys were either turned off of wanted me to enter them. But one day………

I arrived at work late as usual, seriously girls like me take longer to get ready than others. And time management is nearly impossible for early morning shifts. But, of course, the manager wouldn’t understand, he never did. I touched the log book and it scanned the unique flow of magic in my system. It then logged me as arriving and in a sarcastic voice informed me I was late for the tenth time that month………good thing the month was just starting. I hurriedly steeped on to a pad on the floor that changed my clothes into the store uniform. The name tag suddenly flashed red meaning I needed to get my ass to the manager’s office asap. Probably for another ass chewing about being late, And go figure I wasn’t wrong. After a good twenty minutes chew out I was released to ‘get my butt in gear’ with the threat of being fired if I am late again.

Now I must explain here. In this world…no this store we sell various magical items and trinkets similar to the ones that let me look more like I feel but nowhere nearly as powerful. And another note: since magic could be used to fix almost anything science was nonexistent.

I quickly busied myself with arranging the wares and tending to the customers that came through. As sex izle my lunch time finally arrived I started to head to the back, when a male patron caught my eye. While this isn’t odd for me, I felt like there was a pull of some sort between us. I paused a moment to take in his features. Frosty green eyes that seemed to see through my soul lay under a shaggy mop of light brown hair. He stood a good head above me, and I’m a good 6′ tall before I get in my heels. I had a feeling he would still be taller if I got in my heels. His chest was broad and strong looking, more than enough to lean into and not topple him when making love. His arms looked strong enough to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder if the mood took him. His nose was a little crooked but not enough to be ugly. And, OH MY GOD!, his smile was making me melt right there……or at least those lips made me imagine it and it was making me weak. As I hurried back it seemed he too felt there was something between us. He followed me towards the back and almost through the employee doors to the store rooms. I quickly changed into some different clothes and nabbed my purse. I slipped out the back door and started down the block to a restaurant nearby.

As I entered a waiter stood and reached for the menus asking, “Table for two?”

A deep rumble issued from behind my shoulder, “yes, please. Secluded if possible.” I spun around and saw the man from the store standing behind me. I blushed as he said, “my name is Mikle, and I would be honored if you would let me treat you to lunch.”

I meekly nodded as I silently let him lead me after the waiter all the while looking for any exits I could find. After seating us and leaving the menus I turned to the man. He seemed to be giving me time to compose myself, ‘and’, I thought to myself, ‘I need it. I look like a deer in a trap’ after consulting the nearby mirror. “Sorry you gave me quite a start.” I began a moment later. He quickly dropped the menu and looked at me intently. “My name is Jessi. It’s a pleasure to meet you Mikle.”

“So you aren’t a mute……that’s wonderful,” he teased as he sikiş izle smiled. GOD! I wasn’t wrong it does make me melt. “I saw this vision in a store and had to see if there was a mutual interest.”

I blushed deeper as I said, “physical attraction only lasts so long. I’m not interested in anything that won’t last.” This is my usual brush off line I usually save it until after he pays for the meal………but this guy had something different.

“But that attraction might lead to more than the shallowness you mention. Perhaps you could be persuaded to take a chance?” he asked as he reached for my hand.

“I might. If you are willing to accept imperfections, and not make assumptions,” I found myself saying softly.

The waiter returned and we ordered and the rest of the meal was spent in idle chit chat with nothing of importance being said. By the end of the meal I was sure I had ran off another cute guy. I stood and got ready to leave.

But then he stood and saw me to the door. Definitely a difference from others. We continued the small talk back to the store. And then the big bomb went off. “What time do you get off, Jessi darling?”

Startled I paused a moment before responding, “around the fifth blossom. Why?”

“I wanted to see how long I have to plan a date for you,” Mikle said as he turned to leave. “you have till then to figure out if you want to come with me.”

I was so astonished I couldn’t move or even think. He disappeared around the corner before I had a retort, and obviously it was too late. The rest of the day ran in a mindless heap, I was almost too distracted to think. By the time the fifth blossom came around I was a wet mess of anticipation. And when he stepped through the front door of the store I get wetter.

“Let me change real quick and then I’ll give you an answer,” I said coyly as I hurried to the back. ‘my God please let me not scare him off now that he’s interested.’ I changed into a nice low cut blouse and short shorts quickly and grabbed my purse. “yes, I will give you one chance to get it right,” I said as I met him at the front door.

He türk porno offered me his arm and led me off to a small coffee shop. “our movie isn’t till the next blossom, so I thought we’d have some coffee and conversation while we’re waiting.”

As we sat sipping he told me about his family and his past. Apparently his family is one of the creator families. They create 90% of the magic items in the world. He had tried his hand at the family business but never had the knack for it. So he has gone into sales more than the production side of the family business. Since finding his niche he has drifted from one place to another. So finding a special someone was hard for him. But I just captivated him in the store and he had to meet me….or so he said. I’m not sure what to believe. I told him that I was estranged from my family and they seemed to like that just fine. And told him a little about my past……not that there was much to say. We quickly went into the movie as we had talked right up to the time the movie started. By the time the movie had finished (it was a romance I believe. He had kept me distracted with a wondering hand that kept brushing my leg.) I was feeling good and not sure I wanted the night to end yet.

“So I’d like to hang out more. Would you like dinner before or after a dance club, or are you ready to go home?” Mikle asked sweetly before we got out of the theater.

I looked at him and realized I was not ready to go home. “a meal sounds nice. Anywhere in mind?”

“well there is this little place across town that serves a killer lasagna and I would love to have someone to enjoy it with,” he said with a devilish twinkle in his eye that had me blushing sooooooooooo bad.

“this isn’t your house right?” I asked a bit worried to hear it was a little place…………and wasn’t ready to let my melting heart lead me into trouble.

“I promise it isn’t. my niece owns it,” Mikle said with a teasing hurt look.

“ok sounds good,” I said not realizing that it was his nieces house we were going to. The night passed quickly and I met some of his family. He introduced me as his friend he was taking out on a business deal. I played along since I was soooo embraced. We went dancing after the meal, I got so drunk and he was so sweet. He took me home and made sure I got to bed before leaving. I really hope to see him again.

TO BE CONTINUED………………?

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