Chapter 08 – Taking It All In

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Upon awakening, I realized that the spreader bar had incrementally extended while I slept and forced my legs nearly into a split. I attempted to look behind me to see what time it was by the sunlight coming into the room, and inadvertently caused the hook to rub inside me. The sensation of the hook moving made me squirm in pleasure. I start to move around more, then hear Ben behind me at the door.

“My, my, my, look at this beautiful sight.” He says while walking further into the room. “It looks like you enjoyed yourself during the night. I must remember to put you to bed like this more often, as this is a lovely way to start the day.” I strained to look back at him, only to have the hook stimulate me again; I tried to mute my moan as he didn’t give me permission to pleasure myself.

Ben approached me and swiftly removed the blankets that were barely on me as I had dislodged them during my struggles during the night. “It looks like the welt is almost gone, leaving a beautiful purple color on you.” As his fingers trace around the bruise on my butt, causing goosebumps, I let out a small giggle as it tickles.

Marking me was one of his many obsessions that he’s enjoyed since returning to the States. Thankfully I always recover quickly, and bruises don’t last long on me. Which in turn makes Ben start the process over again.

Walking to the side of the bed, he bends down to kiss the back of my head. At the same time, he reaches between my legs, putting a finger in my exposed opening and finding me almost dripping; being tied up always arouses me. Something I was unaware of until Ben did it the first time.

I then sensed Ben loosening the hook, relieving some of the tightness but leaving it in place. He unlocked my wrists from the waist belt, one hand at a time, but secured them to the headboard instead of releasing them. The chains around my waist belt were removed, but the belt remained intact. To further enhance my exposed position, Ben fetched a firm triangular pillow and skillfully slid it beneath my belly, causing my buttocks to be even more prominently displayed.

Anticipating that he would release my legs, I realized that with my current split position, they were almost to the edges of the bed. He unhooked them from the spreader bar and attached them to a chain that had been prepared and positioned on the sides of the bed so the ayancık escort bar was no longer being used to force my legs open.

From the side view, I watched Ben undressing himself, revealing his naked form before climbing onto the bed. He extracted some of my natural moisture using his finger, coating the exterior and making it slicker. Gradually, I sensed his long and thick member entering me. He seemed to grow larger each time he returned from a trip, or perhaps the Kegel exercises made me tighter.

He moved in and out of me slowly, allowing me to accommodate his impressive girth without causing any discomfort to my sensitive inner skin. With each thrust, the hook that remained attached through a loop on my waist belt and up to my collar would pull in and out, adding to the sensations coursing through my body.

His thrusts began reaching the depths of my sex, unable to penetrate fully due to his length smashing into my cervix. While it used to be painful, I found myself reveling in it, attempting to shift closer to him, yearning to take in as much of him as possible.

I sensed him manipulating the hook within me, removing it from my collar and sliding it out of my body. The sensation elicits a whimper that mingles with my moans of pleasure. It had felt incredible having his substantial size filling me and the hook rubbing against the sensitive skin of my other orifice. With each thrust, I feel myself drawing closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. Something else enters my backside, but I can’t place the feeling.

Unexpectedly, Ben delivers a firm spank to my exposed buttock with his open palm. The sudden sensation catches me off guard, and I yelp, but he continues his relentless thrusting. During that time, I feel the object in my ass getting more prominent, making everything tighter and having a full feeling. I suspect it’s an inflatable butt plug that would widen the opening slowly.

While I’m constraining on his girth and my backside getting bigger. He smacks the other bruised cheek, and the mix of pain and pleasure intensifies, making it difficult to discern one from the other. He then grabs my ponytail, wrapping his fingers in my hair and gently pulling my head back.

“Who do you belong to?” He asks through gritted teeth; with each word, he pounds into me as if adding an exclamation point aydın escort to each word. “You, I belong to you,” I respond, each word coming out with each thrust.

Just when I feel like he can’t go faster, can’t go harder, he says, “Cum for me” An orgasm crashes over me with his words, engulfing my entire being as my internal muscles clench around him.

During my climax, I feel Ben release simultaneously, his hot liquid hitting the outside of my cervix. The sensation causes me to gasp as it crashes into my soon-to-be bruised wall. Ben doesn’t stop thrusting; he continues pounding into me with unrelenting force.

Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, propelling me into a state of bliss where I can no longer vocalize, articulate, or communicate. My body convulses in response, spasms rippling as serotonin floods my system.

As Ben exhausts his energy, he collapses beside me, spent. Meanwhile, I remain bound, my body twitching and sparing autonomously as the lingering ecstasy radiates.

I close my eyes and say a small prayer to my IUD which kept me safe from an 18-year STD and allowed him to fill me up without needing a condom. While reciting my small prayer, I feel the inflatable plug still in me; when I look at Ben, he appears to have fallen asleep. As I focus on the feeling, it feels like it’s getting bigger inside me, my muscles trying to stay tight and losing the battle.

After an indeterminate amount of time, during which my brain remained disoriented and unable to discern the passing of minutes or hours, I began to sense Ben’s movements beside me. He traces a finger along my spine, eliciting goosebumps to ripple across my body.

He shakes the plug inside of me, forcing a moan from me. I feel it slowly deflate while Ben gets out of bed and locates something from one of the many drawers. When he returns, he uses his finger to test my wetness and finds I’m still entirely soaked, ready to go again.

He slips something inside my lips that starts to vibrate intensely. He pumps up the plug again, stretching all my muscles; the full feeling of the plug and the toy inside me causes me to moan and squirm. He deflates the plug and positions himself so he is behind me once more. Reaching for something next to him, I hear a cap pop and feel liquid pouring into my stretched asshole. He rubs the lubricant aydınlı escort around my hole, causing me to hump the pillow holding me up as the feeling of him rubbing the sensitive skin of my waiting hole causes my body to lerch all over.

Ben slowly starts to insert his member into me, this being the one place he can go in all the way. Going in and out, sometimes coming all the way out so he could use the tip of his cock to rub the outside of the hole. Each teasing motion caused me to moan and reach my ass up to be closer to him. The motion of him sliding in and out of me with the assistance of the small and mighty vibrator caused microorganisms to start to consume my body.

Ben grabs my hips and starts thrusting faster, causing me to scream for him to fuck me. That I am his. I call out to any God that will hear me and beg for him to continue and not stop.

When he is entirely in me, his pelvis smashes my bruised cheeks. I am so full I know I will split in two at any moment, as something this big is not meant to be in something so small.

Ben grabs the back of my neck, forcing my face into the mattress, “Is this what you like? Is this what you want?” I nod with all my worth as the pillow top prevents me from speaking. “Cum for me” My body reacts immediately; the orgasm hits me like a meteor striking the planet; the waves of pleasure are wiping out everything that exists. I have gone mute, my mind no longer functioning as every nerve I possess screams in ecstasy.

I feel him twitch in me while he thrusts, then he joins me in Nirvana, moaning as he cums deep inside me. Ben then collapses on top of me, his weight crushing me but feeling wonderful as he is still inside me. While he lays on me, I squeeze him with my internal muscles, feeling my hole try to return to its small size.

After a few minutes, He rolls off me; his smile indicates his happiness. I feel him retrieving the toy, still vibrating in me, and switching it off. He tells me how much he loves what we do and that I have exceeded all his wants and desires. I continue to bask in the afterglow of orgasm, stretched out and bound to the bed, feeling whole and complete.

He slowly undoes my restraints, kissing my body as he unhooks everything. When I was free of the bed, he pulled me into his lap and told me he loved me and would never let me go; I would be his forever. I melt into him feeling loved and safe.

Ben lifts my chin so I can see his whole face; his eyes are bright green today with specks of blue. “Are you ready to get up? I still have my news to share with you.” I nod, “Yes, Sir.” smiling as it must be good news as he was so cheerful.

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College Girl Enslaved Pt. 03

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Ashley had spent all night in a frustrated state. She couldn’t help but gyrate her hips on the dildo and vibrator while watching BDSM porn. She kept thinking to herself that this man is sick. However, she started to realize she’s beginning to enjoy this torment. It is her main kink to be tied up and edged, but to be held captive was something she didn’t realize was turning her on. How could she be enjoying this? Her body and mind are betraying her.

Suddenly, the TV turned off as well as the fucking machine. Ashley waited in anticipation while humping the air as the dildo and vibrator retreated. She was wondering how long she had actually been in here. Her dripping pussy caused the room to have an aroma that she didn’t notice until the machine stopped. Then, the door opened.

“Well, well, well, my dear! Did we have a nice time in here? Oh! I forgot, it’s been 24 whole hours, again. And that machine and porn did a great job! Just look, you can’t stop humping the air.”

Her heart sank to her stomach. 24 HOURS? She has been kept in this frustrated state for who knows how long that she doesn’t even remember yesterday’s events. How long until she got some relief?

“Okay, baby girl. First of all, we need to get you to our workout area. There, we’ll put you through a routine of exercises to keep this sexy, feminine body of yours. But first, I’m going to give you this antidote. No, you still won’t cum, but we need to keep your body as natually aroused as possible. We will untie you from this, we will put on a dildo chastity belt, cuff your hands behind you, and lead you to the gym.”

They worked quickly to get her standing up and moved to the gym. She was afraid of more punishments, she just submitted. When they slid on that dildo and chastity belt, Ashley had never been so wet before.

As they passed each hallway, Ashley could still hear the moaning of all the kidnapped college girls in a similar state as her. She doesn’t know if they have been here longer or just recently abducted. If only she could have escaped, she could have freed them and rescued any girl they already sold. Yet, somehow, their helplessness also turned her on.

They arrived at the gym. He told her “you will follow the gym routine you had at the college we took you from.” He knew her routine. For an hour each day for 5 days a week, she’d be doing squats, chest exercises, cardio, and just minimal strength. This was hard to do as the dildo kept making her pussy juice drip down her theighs.

After an hour, they led her to the showers. Here, she had her hands cuffed abover her head, chastity removed, as well as her gag. They finally cuffed her legs apart, standing aydıntepe escort spread. She was gyrating her hips as she was missing the dildo already. They gave her a nice shower and took more time to tease her pussy with brushes to keep it fresh. This drove her crazy, but she loved the masculine hands running all over her body. She began to beg. “Please just fuck me! Please! Let me cum! I can’t take it anymore! PLEASE!!!! LET ME CUUUUUUUMMMMM!!!!!!” She was crying hysterically knowing that cumming isn’t going to happen for her.

After her shower, they fed her some breakfast while she was still chained in the shower. Finally, she was led to a new dungeon. She doesn’t recognize it. There was a bed, a cage, a chair, and a bunch of sex toys. She wondered why she was here.

“So, my dear, do you remember what you did yesterday?” She remembered her escape attempt and how she failed miserably. “Not only did you try to escape, but you also kicked my assistants in the balls. Lucky for you, they recovered. Well, you’re going to be spending some time with those men and I get to watch from the comfort of my office. And they won’t go easy on you.”

“Yeah, like you’ve been going easy on me.” She showed some sass back at him.

“True, but this will be very different.” After he said that, her roomate was brought into the dungeon. Bound the exact same way as her: chastity belt, hands cuffed behind her back, and struggling. “See, you and your roomate are going to be tortured together and you’re going to watch each other get tortured. While one is tortured, the other is chained in the cage with a feather tickling her denied pussy while you watch.”

They both looked at each other and tried to speak before a dildo gag was shoved into their mouths. Ashley was placed in the cage first. They removed her chastity belt, cuffed her spreadeagle standing up, and the feather danced away on her pussy as she humped like crazy.

Ashley watched as her roomate was stripped of her chastity belt. A leather belt was strapped around her waist, she was layed on her stomach with a metal bar above her. They pulled her arms over the bar behind her back and they padlocked her cuffs to the sides of the leather belt. They put another metal bar to keep her legs spread as far a part as possible. She was a cheerleader, so this was easy. Her legs were strapped to the bar as if she was in the splits. Her roomate struggled and was even able to hump her hips. Much like Ashley, she too has been denied orgasm since her capture. Ashley could see her roomate’s pussy juice drip in a long strand. She needed stimulation, BAD!

The men then took turns licking ayvalık escort her pussy so expertly. Her clit was the special focus. Their fingers also penetrated her pussy as this was the first stimulation she felt in a while. “You like this, slut?” One of the men said. “You and your friend here have been here for over 2 weeks and you haven’t cum since! You were without any stimulation this morning to prepare you for this. Now you can’t stop humping!”

Did Ashley hear correctly? 2 weeks? What’s worse was the torment they were playing on her friend was arousing her, but she tried to hide it. It didn’t help the feather was keeping her minimally stimulated while she watches her friend get tortured.

Then, the men brought out a vibrator and brought her to edge after torturous edge. One man vibed her while the other was fucking her mouth. Their dildo gags had a hole in the front so that it kept their slutty mouths ready for oral services. Ashley’s roomate screamed for an orgasm. She needed it! But then one of the men came in her mouth. Ashley wonders if she felt his semen explode in her mouth. Now, the men switched places and the same thing happened. But the men weren’t done, they then double teamed her. One was fucking her pussy while the other was fucking her mouth. Both took great care not to cum in her pussy. They switched places again. She couldn’t take it, she needed to cum, but they kept her in strict edging and denial.

Once the men were finished after 2 hours of edging her brains out, they moved her to the chair. This chair was evil. She knew she didn’t want to be put in that chair, but the men were much stronger than her. They forced her arms behind the back rest and shackled them there. Then her legs were shackled wide apart on the chair as well her knees and theighs. Next was some shackles for her torso and it kept her still. Finally, a shackle for her neck to hold her head in place. Her pretty blonde hair and her tearing blue eyes were showing she was scared. But why is the chair so evil?

Next, she saw something that looked like a bra that was fastened to her in the chair. And then a something that looked like a chastity belt with a dildo for her pussy was fastened. Soon, the bra was vibrating her nipples and the dildo in her pussy vibrated and also vibrated her clit. She was getting so close, she might actually cum! It was building and building. She humped as hard as the restraints would allow. She saw the men stroking their cocks in front of her. Oh God she was close, surely this was it! She was finally going to cum…

She screamed in frustration at the vibrators turned down to a pulsation. aziziye escort The machine waited until she calmed down and then it started again. This time, she was very close much more quickly. She humped like crazy as the vibrators picked up speed. They dropped to a low pulsation again. Ashley could only watch in horror and jealousy as the feather teased her pussy and wished she had more.

The men stroked their cocks while fondeling her roomate as she cried in sexual frustration. The men then ejaculated all over her sexy body after 2 hours on the chair. “You really make us drain our balls well,” they said to her.

After 4 hours of constant torment, the men left for a few hours to leave them moaning and humping in frustration. Ashley was perhaps the most frustrated. Watching her roomate get tortured has gotten the feather soaked and she’s almost lost the feather’s sensation. She was also mad how horny this made her. She waited there in her cage all chained up, her feet killing her, vowing she will find a way to escape and rescue all the college girls trapped in here.

After a few hours, the men came back. They made the switch. Now it was her roomate’s turn to watch Ashley be tortured. They also replaced the feather. Ashley was then tied in the same manner as her roomate and her roomate like Ashley. Except, Ashley’s was far, far worse.

Because of her assault and escape attempt, they kept a vibrator on her constantly and she was subjected to 4 hours of torture. They fucked her pussy and mouth. She felt their semen explode clear to the back of her throat. She hated that they could cum in her mouth while she’s edged. Her pussy was already dripping so much the men felt her pussy clench on their cocks and fingers.

4 hours later, she was moved to the chair. And, as with the bed, this was worse than her roomate’s. This time, the vibrators didn’t stop. “You’re going to cum sweetheart, but it won’t be what you expect.” Ashley felt a shock on her clit and nipples. It was painful. It wasn’t pleasurable at all. In fact, it just made her even hornier. There was no release, just more frustration. “This is what we call a ruined orgasm, baby girl. There’s no relief, you’ll just feel more edging.” This continued for 4 more hours as they ejaculated all over her body. Her roomate stood there in horror as she humped the feather. Eventually, both had passed out from constant teasing.

Ashley woke up chained in her special cell with the dildo chastity belt back on her, hands shackled behind her, and ankles shackled. She was involuntarily humping now. Those ruined orgasms just made her hornier. Then her door opens.

“Well, my dear, let’s hope that torture was enough to teach you a lesson about escaping and assaulting my men. Look at the monitor. You see that, your little friend is on the auction block this evening. She’ll be there all day being edged out of her mind until bidding closes. Enjoy it, this is the last time you’ll see her before she’s sold.”

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Candy and the Repairman

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This fun little flash story I wrote to cheer up a friend who was having a bad day. I’m not sure if this is the right category.

“Candy! The copy machine guy is here to fix the damn thing!”

Candy grumbled under her breath, ‘it was about damn time he showed up’. The thing broke on Monday and everyone in the office complained to her for the last three days about it. In addition to her own work, Candy’s co-worker took vacation that week, so she was saddled with that work, and to top everything off, the boss was on a tear. Candy was fully prepared to read the repair guy the riot act as soon as he walked in her office.

“Hi. I’m here to fix the copier.” A calm voice pierced Candy’s gloomy day.

She looked up and her frustrations poured out, “You should have been here Tuesday! If you had been, my week would have gone a whole lot better! But you didn’t and all I’ve heard is bitch, bitch, bitch! Now get over there and fix the damn thing!”

The repair man smiled at her and walked over to the copier. He set his bag down and powered the copier off. He worked on it for the next ten minutes, then powered it on and ran some test papers.

He turned and smiled at Candy, then walked over to her office door and closed it. She heard the lock click before she could say anything. He turned to her and the look in his face showed that she might be in trouble.

He crossed over to her desk and knelt down beside her, “You, young lady, are quite rude. I for one, do not tolerate rudeness.”

He spun her chair to face him. She could see him undressing her with his eyes.

“You have two choices. I can take out the part I put in the copier and come back next week with the “right” part or, you can stand up and take your punishment for your rudeness. The choice is up to you, but you have ten seconds to decide.”

At first, Candy could not antalya otele gelen escort believe the impertinence of this man. Her eyes searched his face and could tell he was absolutely serious. Him leaving with the copier still broken till the following week would make the office unbearable, all the bitching and complaining from her coworkers for something she had no control over.

And yet, she felt strangely aroused by the thought. She could feel her buried submissive tendencies clawing their way to the surface. Her heart beat a bit faster and she could feel a flush rising up her chest. Candy felt her choice was simple, endure a punishment or put up with complaining.

Candy lowered her eyes and whispered, “Leave the copier fixed. I’ll…I want to take the punishment.”

He leaned forward and growled in her ear, “Stand up and put your hands on your desk, palms down.”

Candy’s breathing increased as she stood up and put her hands on the desk as he directed. He moved her chair out of the way and stood behind her.

He whispered in her ear, “Count each swat. If you miss one, I start over. For being rude, you’re going to receive 10 hard reminders to be polite.”

Candy nodded her head wordlessly and steeled her body for what she assumed was coming.

“I believe the old school methods are best and a stinging bare bottom will be a better teacher than a covered one.” With that, the repair man pulled Candy’s black skirt off her hips and it pooled on the floor at her feet, “Step out.”

Candy obeyed, her heart beating loudly in her heaving chest. She felt the palm of his hand run across her panty covered bottom. She breathed a silent sigh of relief that she had worn her nice, pale blue ones and not just any old pair. She closed her eyes and held her breath has his palm moved antalya rus escort slowly back across her ass. Suddenly, she felt his fingers grasp the waistband of her panties and pull them down slowly to about mid thigh.

“Step back until I tell you to stop” he commanded.

Candy shuffled her feet back several steps, until she heard him say stop. Her lean toward the desk was pronounced and her ass stuck out.

“Spread your legs until I tell you to stop” he said.

Again, Candy moved her feet out until he stopped her. In the position she was in, she could feel the cool air of her office caress her bare ass and dampening pussy. She felt an unusual thrill being in this position and she could not understand how she had give in without a fight. Did she want this? Why would she?

She gasped when she heard the sound of his belt pulling through the belt loops of his jeans. Candy shook her head slightly when she felt the tip of the belt trace its way across her bare skin from one side to the other. The repair man then dragged the length of the belt back across her. She could feel the cool leather against her and she shuddered in anticipation.

“Remember to count, or I start over Miss Rudeness” he growled at her.

Without warning, the first sting of his belt struck her right ass cheek, right in the middle.

She gasped and cried out “One” as the belt left a tingling warm sensation on her skin.

The second swat landed just above the previous spot.

“Two!” she cried out. She could not believe the sting felt so pleasant. The strangest part was the affect each swat was having on her. The tingles spread from her ass up her torso. Her nipples hardened and the dampness she felt earlier was becoming wetter.

The third swat landed on the opposite cheek. Her body tightened, not araklı escort from pain, though the swat stung, but from anticipating the next blow.

“Three!” she cried. She began to steady her body for the next swat when it came unexpectedly. She barely cried out “Four” before the fifth landed. The rapid blows caused Candy to wriggle her hips, not so much from pain, but searching for the next sting. She could feel her excitement tracing rivulets down her thighs.

She gasped for breath as she cried out “Five!”. Her knees were feeling weak and she desperately wanted to tug her nipples hard, but her palms were planted firmly on her desk. Sweat beaded on her brow and she could feel it on her back.

The sixth and seventh swats caused Candy to unconsciously try to find relief for her clit. Between her nipples begging to be tugged, her clit was crying for a touch. Candy slowly panted for breath, her eyes remained firmly clenched closed.

The eight blow landed hard across both cheeks.

“Ugh! Eight!”

She was startled when she felt his palms glide gently across her warm ass. His touch was light and the perspiration on his palms cooled some of the heat the belt brought out. Candy moaned softly has his hand moved slowly back and forth. She was silently wishing the repair man would move his fingers to her pussy and sink them deep in her. Thrust them in and out like she wanted so badly.

In just a moment, the soft touch of his fingers was replaced by the sharp touch of the leather belt.

“Nine!” she moaned.

She knew the next touch would be the last, but her body screamed for more. It demanded relief that the belt’s sting had stirred up. Candy rubbed her thighs together, trying to get some friction on her clit.

She moaned as she thrust her hips forward. Just has she brought her hips back, the tenth blow landed.

“Ten!” Panic set in as she realized all ten blows had landed. She moaned softly “No! More! Please more!” Her body was screaming for release, but he denied her.

The repair man whispered in her ear, “I’ll be back Tuesday, late. If you need another lesson, wear a blue blouse.”

Candy’s mind raced as she tried to think if she had a blue blouse.

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Big Boss’s First Submission

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It is not that she showed up unprepared to the meetings. She knew as much as everyone in the room did. It is rather that she expected to be treated as an equal. The bar is low, no? But their basic patriarchal brains could only process her as a relative. At best, as an intern. They angered her, and, unfortunately, she let them see it.

The biggest offender had predictably been the most senior figure in that room. A classic case of man whose path to self-fulfillment only included women as progenitors or as eye candy. It’s not that they were in antagonistic roles, nor that he made particularly boomerish comments. Really, it was that he had a way of deflecting the conversation every time she moved it an inch forward. He was fast at destroying progress she had built up over several exchanges. Somehow, though, it did not feel intentional. Maybe he just did not give a fuck.

She was so furious that evening that she worked after hours to try and prepare for round two of negotiations. She felt that, if only she could prepare more responses to each deflected talking point, she could still win them over. It was a bit desperate, in all honesty, but the situation was dire with her job on the line. She had not changed out of her work clothes when she sat down at the hotel bar for dinner in front of her laptop. She figured her counterparts would be going out for dinner and lounging instead.

When she heard a chair slide in one of the tables near her, she looked up from her documents. It was the biggest offender, the senior figure, the man in his 50s who thought she was an intern despite her incipient wrinkles and plentiful white hairs. She seethed. Like her, he was still in business clothes, though his tie and blazer were gone. He nodded and lifted his left hand to do a single wave at her, or perhaps to show that he was not wearing a ring. She just nodded and looked back into her computer.

She had to guess what made for a natural scrolling speed because, at this point, she was unable to keep reading. The strong sensations she felt, perhaps led by fury, distracted her from negotiation paths and carefully crafted rebuttals. How could her desire to take over be so strong, but not strong enough to let her focus? They were going to eat her up and she would return home empty-handed.

But the end of her misery would arrive early, completely unexpected. A waiter placed a cosmo on her table. A cosmo? On her table? She had not ordered a drink. She would never order a cosmo. She looked at big boss, who smirked, lifting his own classic martini to her before he sipped from it.

This man was playing with fire — the kind fed by intergenerational resentment and ignited by one too many injustices. She, the fearful kid who cried silently when teased in school, the good woman pouring her free time into her community, the perpetual submissive in bed: she was going to fucking destroy him and tricking him into loving it.

She looked at the cosmo and then she shifted in her seat to angle herself towards him, looking into his eyes. Her shoulders and knees and hipbones pointed towards him, but her face remained cold and emotionless.

“In my company, you would have to hand in your resignation over this tomorrow.”

His smirk faded just for a second, perhaps shocked by the intern who dared to speak up against a stupid drink. Was his name going to appear on some bullshit MeToo account on Twitter?

“I guess it is good that I am the boss in my company.”

She stood up, maybe an inch or two straighter than usual. She grabbed the cosmo and walked slow bur firm towards his table. He flinched, even if just for one second: she was tall and, in her 3 inch stilettos, she was towering over his seated figure. She stood a few inches too close and looked down at him — her soft features hardened by her dark hair in a tight updo, by the black blazer and skirt tailored tight against her curves in front of him.

Maybe he thought he would have to wash a cosmo off his shirt, or that he would feel the slap of her long fingers. He couldn’t possibly expect this sociopathic millennial to just sit down and drink with him. In reality, she just put the cosmo down on his table, and grabbed his martini instead.

“Next time you buy a drink, buy her the correct one. There is no need to mess up from the start.”

She walked back to her table with his drink and looked into his eyes while she sipped from it. No smiles, no emotions. Big boss had lost the first round. She went back to her computer.

To his credit, he did not freak out. Though he did need a few minutes to collect himself while she worked. After all, it was now him dealing with an unpredictable script, the one forced to craft a careful maltepe escort rebuttal. He was the alpha and he had no option of leaving. Not if he wanted to protect his dignity.

This time, he got up and walked towards her high table, leaning on it. Big boss came in with a white flag in his hand, approachable, ready to make a concession.

“You know, you’re right. I should have asked you what you would like to drink. Earlier, I should have let you lead the conversation. I misjudged you. I know it’s not your job to give me a second chance, but I would really appreciate it if you did.”

She looked at him, crossing her legs in her seat. Her pencil skirt wrinkled against her hips, baring a few inches of her thighs.

“You’re right that it’s not my job, and, to be honest, I don’t have any reason to believe you will not mess up the second chance the same way you messed up the first one.”

He pushed himself off her table, preparing a dignified exit. Little did he know that she would stretch out her arm and press her hand against the front pocket of his shirt. He looked at her, shocked. She grabbed his room key card, holding it briefly in her hands to look at the number penciled onto the paper envelope.

Ignoring him for a minute, she closed her laptop and put it into her purse, getting up from her seat. Before she walked away, she put the key back into his pocket.

“You get a second chance, which will also be your last one. I will try your door thirty minutes from now. I hope you will do your best to create a better impression.”

True to her word, she tried his door exactly 30 minutes later. It was unlocked, of course. He was sitting at the desk, speaking on the phone, not even acknowledging her. She stood at the entrance, wearing the same stilettos, the same figure-fitting black suit, carrying the same black purse. With each exchange of his conversation, she regretted her decision exponentially. Alas, when she felt there had been one line too many, she turned to leave.

Except that was not how he had planned it. He hung up immediately and pushed the door closed when she opened it. He just wanted her to be off guard. Big boss hit first, kissing her lips and pressing her against the wall. She let him do it, she really bought into it. Her tongue pressed his lips apart as he undid her tight blazer, pushing her hips against his to encourage the growing bulge in his pants.

When his hands reached her ass, he picked her up, lifting her out of her stilettos. He just did not want her eyes to be level with his. He wanted her to look up at him. Again, she indulged him. She looked up at him, her figure less intimidating with her lipstick ruined, her breasts exposed, her shoes kicked away. She was just the intern, just the easy prey, the young slut whose holes would bring big boss some distraction and relief.

“So this is your last chance to impress me. You’re starting to do better. What’s your plan?”

He laughed. Was this one for real? Oh, to be a hot, bold, and entitled millennial. She was starting to piss him off.

“I don’t know, I wonder if I can show you a good time. You certainly seem to really need it.” His hands fondled her large ass, letting her flesh bounce, demeaning. “But I’m also thinking you might be more trouble than it’s worth. Too harsh in the meeting room, too picky in the bar, too cocky for a slut that followed her client to his room. What will your boss think?”

In a swift move, she slid her foot between his legs and knocked him out of balance, forcing him against the same wall. He almost fell. Her hands held his wrists, pushing them above his head. Standing on her toes, she leaned in to nibble on his lip gently.

“That’s a long way of saying you don’t really have a plan. He will think your sorry ass tried to make a move on me and I turned you down. Plus you’re probably going to blank when he asks you which of his employees did it.”

Intrigued by the unusually tall and strong woman, he let her have this one. He stood there, pinned, wondering if he had in fact confused her name earlier. No, of course he hadn’t. How could he have? But maybe he really had.

“I don’t know about that, Anna. But I find it hot that you’re ballsy.”

“Are you that dumb that you don’t even know how to read emails?”

Alright, maybe he had fucked up. Maybe he had discounted the underdog too early. Who the fuck was she and why was his cock harder than it had been on any given moment of the past few months? She was giving him serious blue balls. He stammered.

“I… I’m sorry. Is your name really not Anna?”

Affect theorists say that, in fear, one does not flee: one shrinks back. Big boss ankara otele gelen escort was second guessing his entire existence against her body, feeling small and defeated even if just for one moment. In holding him, she felt his hard cock press against her lower belly, an indication of where he wished his sperm would hit — if only he had not messed up his chances. She looked into his eyes, pitiful.

“For you, no, my name is not Anna. Be respectful and call me Doctor.”

She let go of his hands and they made out furiously, hungry like deprived lovers. Within the complicated feelings that this encounter had elicited, they both felt an identity-challenging amount of arousal. He liked straightforward sex with carefree women and she liked getting choked by people who otherwise saw her as their equal. They had no business in thirsting so hard for their nemesis, but here they were, and soon they were both naked in his bed.

In a more standard situation, he would be the one calling the shots and asserting his authority over her pleasure. He would eat her out, or he would drag her mouth down to his cock, but he did not know what was permissible with this obstinate lover. He might try something normal like touching her legs and she might melt down like an offended snowflake. Maybe she was right and he had no plan, after all.

It’s a good thing that she came prepared better than everyone on that trip. She could see he was in need of reassurance, and she swapped the stick for the carrot. Her mouth around his cock was the carrot. She crawled between his legs, her hair still tightly pulled back, and she smiled at him when her hands approached his cock and balls. She slowly stuck her tongue out, lascivious. For the first time that evening, he felt desired, and he grunted loudly when her tongue lapped up his precum.

Her blowjob was meant to harden him, tease him, get him ready for her plans — not to make him cum inside her. But he had no idea; he just felt the waves of increasing frustration every time her mouth desisted from a particularly effective motion. The damned cock tease couldn’t even give him good head. It was truly a millennial slut paradox: she couldn’t sustain him into the low-hanging fruit of the first orgasm, yet her tongue kept reaching his balls to brag how she could take his whole cock in the depths of her mouth. He needed to end it and take back control.

She was glad to hand it over to him. After tasting his frustration during one more edging, she let go of his cock and sat up in bed. Her thick thighs spread to reveal her, glistening and ready for his tongue. When he approached her, she pulled him by the neck, lest he got confused again. But he wasn’t that thick, and he just needed a chance to shine.

He ate her eager and enthusiastically — perhaps the most enthusiastically he had eaten any woman out in his life. This was more than just a ticket to fucking the youngest pussy he had had in years: he would deal with the chip on his shoulder for good once he had her shaking against his face. He licked, he fingered, he drank all her juices. He lasted much longer than he had ever lasted, or than he had ever had to last. But it was just not his day; despite his best attempts, her pleasure was simply not building up. Did she just shift, was she grabbing her phone? Why was she looking in her purse?

“Here. This might help you.”

She threw him a vibrating dildo she had pulled out from her purse. He felt defeated. He struggled to even find out how to turn it on. Her grin was infuriating. Still, he persisted, and, with the extra mechanical aid, he gave her the first orgasm of the night. She came when his tongue circled her clit while the vibrator hit her g-spot.

When she came, his turn was over. She took out the vibrator and moved on top of him, replacing it with his dick. She was tight after that first orgasm, and in his state of deprivation, he knew he would cum in a matter of seconds. Just what he needed to prove himself on this god-awful date. Her hips moved up and down, rocking all the curves of her body in the sluttiest display his eyes had enjoyed in decades. The millennial whore knew the effect she had on him and she was enjoying herself at his cost.

“Don’t you dare to cum. You’re not a boy. You’re meant to last longer than this.”

He closed his eyes, trying to block out the image of her ample curves bouncing, the feel of her ass hitting his thighs with each of her movements. In the multiplicity of feelings his body could hold, he felt both ecstatic and ashamed. Her pussy felt just so good around him, unlike anything he could recall. But it was so good it was leading him ankara rus escort into imminent embarrassment, and he had never felt so ashamed.

She sighed, exasperated, and got off his hips on the right second to avert disaster. He sighed in relief, his cock twitching.

“Get on top of me. I have an idea.”

The trick up her sleeve seemed to be good old missionary, which would help him in his current state for a grand total of fifteen seconds, if he were lucky. But, at this point, he owed her nothing. He deserved to fill her little pussy with his cum and call it a night if he so wanted. So he got on top of her, heavy and strong, and he immediately started fucking her pussy. He had landed on a good angle and he felt it.

She grunted in approval, but that was not the trick at all. While he focused on trying not to cum, she grabbed the dildo, still coated in her juices, and pressed it against his ass. He froze.

“Hey there, no. No ass play for me.”

“This is not ass play. This is not about your ass. This is about making you last longer.”

Her hands pulled his cheeks apart while she inserted the head of the dildo in him. He did freak out. He did not stop her. He was not in pain but maybe he was in shock. He stopped moving inside her.

“I did not say you could stop moving.”

Maybe this was a little too much stick after not enough carrot, but it was not enough to break him down. He was… distracted, to say the least. And conflicted. He both lost his boner and regained it that very minute. This is not how it was all supposed to go, but he was now inside her, and he’d find his release soon. He’d deal with her afterwards. He just needed to cum really bad. And so he blocked out what she was doing. He didn’t care that she moved three inches of the dildo inside him as he fucked her, and he didn’t care that it was slowing his own orgasm down. He kept moving. She was moaning.

“I’m so close, oh fuck I am so close… Don’t you dare cum yet, I’m really gonna come around your cock if you keep going.”

“Oh, baby, I don’t know if I’m gonna make it, but I want to feel your tight little pussy come around me…”

Famous last words. She shoved one more inch in him in one go, painfully distracting him this time.

“Doctor. Have an ounce of respect and use the right title. Now hold the fucking dildo so I can focus on cumming.”

She grabbed his right hand, making him collapse on top of her, and she moved it to the dildo. She held him in place until he started fucking himself while he fucked her. He was her bitch now, but she felt she could push his boundaries just a bit more.

“Alright. You are so close to making it. You’re doing great. I’m gonna let you cum. All you need to do now is look in my eyes and count down from fifteen. You can cum when you make it down to one.”

This fucking sociopath. His dignity hated her, but his dick loved her. At this point, so far into the game, it cost him nothing to obey this one last command. Determined, he looked into her eyes and began counting down from fifteen, his hand struggling to coordinate the dildo strokes in his ass as he fucked her.

“Ten. You are getting close to paradise.”

He closed his eyes to make it, and she let him get away with that one. It was only fair as it would compensate for how hard he was fucking his own ass throughout, the fastest ever convert to the church of ass play. As he hit the right angle, her insides squeezed him harder and harder. When he got to five, it was nearly impossible for him to utter more counts.

“Five.”

She chimed in to help him. He was getting helpless.

“Four.”

His sweaty body was practically stuck to hers, his hips bucking wildly to keep his strokes going.

“Three. Don’t you cum yet. You are so close now.”

“Two.”

Big boss won the big boss fight, the last level. He exploded in the strongest, most intense, most Earth-shattering and identity-challenging orgasm he had ever experienced. He flooded her with his cum while his own ass clenched the dildo. He moaned so loud he screamed. It was over. She had made him her bitch.

She remained still, her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him in place while he recovered on top of her. He averted her gaze, unable to deal with the consequences, or maybe just unable to focus.

“Have you ever tasted your own cum?”

“Probably when I was young, why?”

“Because you never counted down to one and now you have to lick me clean.”

The inconsiderate millennial left her slut man to his own devices. He would experience sub drop and the waves of shame all on his own, with no nurturing figure to remind him of his worth. He was a big boy, though, and he would probably be fine. She went straight to sleep when she got to her own room that night, but she played with herself after the second round of negotiations the day after.

It was not the image of him cumming with a dildo in his ass that pushed her over the edge. It was the recent memory of him finally calling her Doctor in front of his employees.

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BDSM Manor Ch. 02: Owned

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Tess-O’Meter – Amber!

Background if required in BDSM Manor – The new slave.

Rules of BDSM Manor – safety, respect, and consent.

We celebrated Alex joining our family with a dinner of omelet and fresh bread, salad, and fruit. Plus, champagne.

Casey and Keira would not be playing again tonight, and I didn’t want Alex wandering the estate without my guidance.

We dined on the food and on each other. Alex and I indulging in the girls post orgasmic blissful state.

They were already primed and beautifully fluid when we slipped into them for some long slow strokes. Or sipped from them, enjoying their gasps and giggles.

Both girls were fascinated by Alex and couldn’t stop touching him. Stroking his hair and skin. Kissing him. Licking at his cock, making him groan with almost unbearable sensitivity.

At one point I entertained them by pulling Alex to his hands and knees and impaling him slowly. He moaned, winced, and laughed as I filled him and started to slowly pump.

Then the girls both demanded, faster, harder, like Roman generals. Alex started to grunt as I punishment fucked him until we both came.

Casey and Keira kissed me in delight, before turning to Alex and indulging in some post orgasm torture which had him practically screaming while he writhed on the bed.

He took everything they so sweetly gave him and thanked them even though he was sobbing at the end.

Finally, sated, we lounged on the largest bed.

Casey curled up in my lap, like a cat, and Keira being spooned by Alex. All of us sleepy.

“How long will it take for Alex to get his tail?” Casey asked me.

“About four weeks, but we will unveil him in eight weeks.”

Both girls looked disappointed, but it was Alex who didn’t know better than to ask, “Why the delay?”

I just looked at him.

“Fuck,” he realized his mistake. “Sorry Master, I wasn’t questioning the decision, I was just curious.”

Keira rubbed his arm in comfort, but I wasn’t angry with him.

Becoming an owned submissive was a situation that took some adjusting to.

“For a start,” I said firmly, “you will need time to adapt and practice with the tail. You are well over 6ft tall, the tail will be nearly 6ft itself.”

Keira smiled and whispered, “So beautiful,” under her breath.

“Plus, it’s Long John’s 50th birthday celebrations in eight weeks. I think the auction will be a good place for revealing my newest slave.”

I noticed Alex’s eyes shut when I referred to him as my slave.

It wasn’t fear or regret.

It was arousal.

“That’s a great idea,” Casey agreed, sitting up to stretch, “I bet he will make loads of money.”

“What’s this auction?” Alex asked, watching me carefully.

“The Masters are having a competition to see who can raise the most money for charity,” Casey explained, “Slaves will be put on display in some way, based on the theme, and then auctioned for the evening.”

“The theme is Pirates and Wenches,” I grinned.

“Cool,” he laughed, “I would image two beautiful Mermaids and a dashingly handsome Merman will go down well at a Pirates and Wenches party.”

“Yes, but in the absence of a dashingly handsome Merman, I will have to make do with you,” I joked, blowing him a kiss.

“Keira’s charity is one of the main benefactors,” Casey advised Alex.

He stopped laughing at me, looking confused, “Wait, what?”

Keira reached up and pushed his hair back, where it was falling over his forehead, smiling sleepily at him, “I’m the CEO of T&Y.”

Alex gaped, “T&Y? The charity, that’s like worldwide?”

Keira nodded.

“But how?” Alex asked, confused.

“Alex,” I said, pulling Keira into my lap, “You seem to be laboring under the impression that now that you are owned. Now you are a slave. You no longer function in the real world?”

Keira giggled and I smiled at Alex.

“You don’t have to walk away from your work and worldly possessions,” I assured him, “you simply have to learn to function and balance in two worlds.”

“We will help you,” Keira said kindly, looking at me before continuing, “we will all help you to adjust. You can ask any questions, as long as they are not disrespectful.”

Alex took a breath, “First, Master. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”

“It’s okay,” I said, “I’m aware that you will need some time to adjust, and right now we are in our downtime and no one but family here, so we can chat normally.”

I grinned at him, “My conversations with Keira and Casey would be incredibly boring if they were too scared to have a discussion with me.”

Of course,” I continued, “I’ll still punish you for questioning me over your tail.”

Alex nodded his acceptance of this, smiling slightly. He was clearly excited at the idea of punishment.

“So,” he frowned, unsure, “is this a part time slave / owner thing?”

“Oh No,” I corrected, “Oh No, don’t make that mistake. You belong to me now.”

Alex let out a relieved breath, but still seemed confused.

Casey sat up straighter.

“Master, anamur escort would you allow me to take this?” she asked me.

I chuckled, “The floor is yours.”

Alex looked at Casey attentively, as she began.

“As you have just learned, Keira is the CEO of a major global charity. She’s not hanging in the basement of the Manor during the working week, waiting for Master to come back from the city at weekends.”

Alex snorted, “Okay, point taken.”

“What do you think I do?” Casey asked him.

“I have no idea Casey, and I love you already, but you are a little scary,” he admitted.

Casey laughed in delight.

“I’m a barrister.”

“What you make coffee?”

“No, you dork,” she slapped his head lightly, “BARRISTER, not barista!”

He fended her off, laughing, “that actually makes a lot of sense.”

Casey became more serious.

“I have a need to submit. I’m a strong independent woman, part of my strength and my success it is recognizing my need to submit.”

“I also need pain,” she continued, “you understand, you and I are the same. The sexual high we can get by adding pain into the mix are beyond anything, and it’s not a kick. It’s a need.”

“Yes,” Alex breathed, taking her hand.

“Plus, the lack of control. It’s not just the fact we don’t need to make the decisions. It’s the fact that we cannot make the decisions. It’s necessary to us.”

Alex was gazing at her intently now, grasping her hand and nodding.

Casey motioned towards me.

“Master Aquarius owns me. Despite the fact I work hard, earn my money, have friends, a life outside of the Manor. I belong body and soul to my Master.”

She leaned forwards, as if to underline how important her words were.

“If I arrived here one weekend, and Master told me I was no longer his slave. He had sold me to some brothel overseas. I was going to shipped out and used until I died. I couldn’t run away. I couldn’t kill myself to escape such a fate.”

Casey’s voice shook slightly, and she cleared her throat before continuing. I ran a hand quickly down her hair, she so rarely showed weakness.

“Master has every right to sell me if he wants. I would be devastated. I would be betrayed. I would probably die of a broken heart long before I reached my destination, but I would go. If that was what my Master desired.”

Alex had both her hands now, as Casey was clearly becoming emotional.

“The reason I can live that way. The reason I can accept that Master has complete power over my life and death, is because I trust that he would never, never, sell me to that brothel.”

“But if he did,” she finished quietly, “I would accept it. Do you understand, Alex?”

He nodded, his eyes dark, “I think that’s one of the most erotic things I have ever heard.”

I passed Keira back to Alex and pulled Casey into me.

“Hush, Casey, you’re safe,” I told her.

She nodded and snuggled in.

Deciding that Alex had enough information for now, we all settled down, rather like a heap of puppies and were soon asleep.

The following morning found us in the pool, bright and early.

We bound Alex at hips, knees, and ankles, and allowed him to experience the bondage and start to practice the swimming movement that he would use with his tail.

Alex was more than capable of keeping himself afloat with just his arms but getting used to the restricted leg movements took time, and Alex was frustrated.

“I keep trying to kick my legs,” he complained, “it’s really distracting.”

“It’s easier with the tail,” Keira confirmed.

Casey agreed, “Yea, the fin makes a massive difference, the movement feels more natural, and you’ll be used to the bondage by then.”

Alex nodded, still frowning in concentration, and tried again to mimic the up and down movements of a dolphin.

Even now he remained naturally confident and graceful in the water. Once strapped into his tail, he was going to be remarkable.

I turned at the sound of footsteps and smiled when I saw who was approaching.

“Master John, welcome back.”

“Good morning Master Aquarius, I heard you wanted to see me?”

“Indeed,” I paused as the girls spotted him and came rushing to the side of the pool.

They were patting the water softly with flirty little flicks of their tails, code for – please kiss me and anything else you want to do.

John smiled and thoroughly kissed both girls, half pulling them out of the water, before dropping them back.

They giggled and smiled at him.

“Hello, Master John.”

“Are you well Master John?”

He grinned at them, “I’m very well thank you ladies.”

He came over to me and Alex, “Who might this be?”

“This is Alex. I hope I can count on you to be discreet. I’m planning on unveiling him at your party.”

“I will be the soul of discretion,” John agreed.

“Alex, this is Master John,” I advised.

“When you are with him you consider yourself as much his property as you are mine. You will bahçelievler escort show him the same respect and obey in everything without question.”

“Yes Master,” he looked at John, his eyes huge in his face, “I am pleased to meet you Master John.”

“Oh, he’s very polite,” John grinned at me, and then turned back to Alex, “don’t look so worried. I’m one of only two people your Master would trust to care for you in his absence. As long as you behave yourself, we will get along just fine.”

Alex nodded, still looking a little shaken.

“What can I do for you?” John asked me.

“Alex would like to learn how to deep throat,” I said, “would you be willing to teach him?”

“I would be delighted,” John moved closer to Alex and motioned for him.

Alex pulled himself from the water and sat on the edge of the pool. Dripping water and gripping for balance.

He pulled back slightly as John reached for him, “Master John, your shoes, I’ll drip on them.”

“No matter, no matter,” John advised before taking Alex’s face in his hands.

Tipping his head slightly back and running his thumb over Alex’s lips, encouraging him to open his mouth slightly.

Alex accepted, and I felt myself go hard, as his face flushed slightly, and his breathing sped up.

“Look at these lips,” John was saying, “this beautiful face.”

John glanced at me briefly, then continued studying Alex.

“These cheekbones and full lips, he’s made for cock. Plus, he’s a big lad,” he continued, “he’ll be able to take me, don’t you worry. Both ends, we have plenty of time to train him up.”

Distractedly caressing Alex’s chest and abs, John asked, “Would you like me to start now?”

“If you’ve no more pressing engagements that would be wonderful, thank you Master John.”

“Come along then young Alex, once you’ve taken Long John Silver, you will never look back.”

We quickly removed the leg bondage and Alex pulled on some cotton pants and a mask to go upstairs.

I held Alex back briefly.

“Please don’t take Master John’s casual attitude the wrong way. He is a friendly guy but demands complete respect and immediate obedience.”

Alex nodded, “Yes Master.”

I kissed him, “You can trust him.”

He nodded again.

John gave me a thoughtful look, and then they left.

It was over three hours before we returned to the rooms.

I had no plans for Keira and Casey today.

Saturday had been awfully hard on them and they were due, and super excited about returning to the Bear Pit for a breast flogging on Monday, which was a public holiday.

Something may come up. We always had fun.

Some tail bondage and water play had been enough for this morning, but now we were all keen to see how Alex had been getting on.

We walked into the room to find the initial training still in progress.

Alex was tied to the bed, spread-eagled. Bound at wrists and ankles to the corner posts, he was blindfolded, his head tipped back over the end of the bed.

His cock was throbbing, standing proud, and as well as the sweat running from his body, his hips, groin, and stomach were dripping with his mess.

Clearly, he had cum on more than one occasion in the past few hours.

John was currently supporting his head, gagging Alex with about a third of his large cock.

Alex was moaning and his hips were thrusting.

“Look at that mess,” I demanded, “Girls, clean your brother up. It’s disgraceful.”

Keira and Casey immediately climbed up next to Alex and began lapping at his juices, causing his moans to increase in volume and his hips to thrust faster.

“How’s he doing?” I asked John.

“He’s a good boy,” John said, smoothing back Alex’s sweat soaked hair before running a hand over his chest.

“He’s done really well. There’s a natural talent and an eagerness to please. I assume you knew he’s a complete pain slut?”

“Oh, yes,” I grinned.

John grinned back and then pointed at Alex’s neck.

“Hold him there, carefully.”

I placed my hand gently around Alex’s neck, feeling the heat and the vibrations from his muffled groans.

“See how well he’s done. Here we go Alex, just relax,” John instructed, before pushing deep into his throat.

I smiled as I felt John’s cock under my hand.

Alex struggled a bit and there were a couple of jerks, as his gag instinct tried to kick in, but then John pulled out and he relaxed.

Two shaky breaths and John pushed deep again.

The width of his cock under my hand was astonishing, watching Alex’s throat expand.

This time he didn’t struggle, and John held still for a few moments before pulling out to about a third of his length again.

“Master John, that is amazing on your first session.”

He nodded, “Yes, it won’t be long before he can take me.”

“Would you go all in, just once for me to see?”

“No,” he held up a hand to make his point, “it’s too soon.”

“Just quickly?” I insisted.

“Master Aquarius, do ankara escort I tell your Mermaids how to swim?”

I ignored the faint snort from Casey behind me.

“I’m so sorry Master John,” I agreed, chastised, “you are quite right.”

John nodded.

“We have nearly eliminated his gag reflex, but that’s enough for today.”

He pulled out and stroked Alex’s face and hair, pulling the tear-soaked blindfold free.

“There you go, all done for today. You did well.”

“Thank you,” Alex coughed and started again, “Thank you Master John, that was ama- Ahhh!”

He broke off as he started to cum again. Keira was now sucking hard at his cock, while Casey licked and nipped at his balls.

Master John laughed and kissed Alex, swallowing his cries.

I ran my blunt nails up and down his torso and nipples, watching him struggle with the overwhelming sensations.

Finally, he went limp and we released him.

Alex lay, dragging air in and groaning it out.

“Fuck, Oh Christ.”

I waited until he had calmed slightly and then asked him, “Do you like your body and orgasms being under our control Alex?”

“Yes, please yes I do.”

“Your naughty ladies seem to be treating him like their newest toy,” John observed.

“As it should be,” I said, glancing at the girls, who were staring at Alex with satisfied smiles.

“You like being your sisters toy, don’t you?” I asked him.

“Yes, Master,” he nodded, still breathless.

“Well, they can take you and get you cleaned up then.”

We untied him, and the girls led him into the bathroom.

John pulled his pants on and sat as I fetched us some iced water.

“Did your trip go well?”

“Yes, but don’t try and distract me,” John lent forward, “do you know what you’re doing?”

“Yes, I’ve been looking for a male slave for some time.”

“I know, but he has bonded deeply to you, that’s clear. It’s also clear you want him for more than a slave.”

I nodded, “I’m not sure what going to happen but yes, I’m very drawn to him. Alex is an intelligent, interesting man, and he is funny and kind. The girls fell for him instantly.”

“He clearly has complicated needs and perversions. How was he coping before you offered him this? Did he dabble before?”

“No, just some role-play and spanking with an ex. He was mostly channeling his needs through dangerous sports.”

John looked impressed, “That’s much more positive and pro-active than most of them do. You’ll be putting a stop to that I assume?”

“No,” I said, “I think perhaps a compromise.”

John looked concerned, “Compromise, bad idea.”

I shook my head, “John, I don’t want to lose the man he is.”

We both glanced towards the bathroom as agonized male cries rang out over the sound of the shower.

“Relentless little minx’s,” I laughed.

“You will come to me if you need advice?”

“Always John, you know that.”

We sat resting in companionable silence for a while.

There was a knock at the door just as my slaves came back in.

I motioned Alex back, “Just stay back out of sight for a moment.”

He nodded and stepped behind the door, as I opened it and greeted my visitors.

I smiled at two of my fellow Dominants and invited them in.

“Thank you, Master Aquarius, Oh, hello Master John.”

John raised his glass lazily.

“What can we do for you?” I asked.

“Well, we are putting together an afternoon hunt, and we wondered whether your girls would like to be prey for us, and of course whether you would like to join us?”

I turned and looked at Casey and Keira, who were already bouncing eagerly.

“Do you fancy being hunted down in the woods today? It’s been a while.”

“Oh yes please,” Casey replied.

“Yes, please Master, that would be fun,” Keira agreed.

I looked at the minder who was standing discreetly just inside the door.

“Will you escort them down?”

“Yes Sir.”

I turned back to the girls, “Okay, put your collars and your sneakers on and off you go.”

“I have a guest this weekend,” I said, turning back, “do you mind if he joins us?”

“The more the merrier. Mistress Sadie is going to oversee, she asked that the hunters stick with jeans only,” he turned to John.

“Sorry Master John, it seems she wants to ogle some chests and abs today!”

John laughed as the girls slipped by us, naked apart from sneakers and their collars.

“I’m aware my lady likes to ogle abs,” he said, “I had better go change so she can ogle mine as well.”

We all agreed to meet downstairs and Alex came back out as I shut the door.

“Um, Master? Sadie whispered to me to remind you to take your phone?”

I nodded, slipping quickly into jeans, and making sure my phone was in my pocket.

“Their collars have trackers in them, I can track them on my phone.”

“Isn’t that cheating?” he asked cheekily, reaching for his own jeans.

He paused and grinned as I walked over, wincing as I grabbed his cock and tugged hard.

“Ow, Shit!”

“I swear you just ask to be punished.”

Then giving in, my grip changed to a caress, my other hand slipped into Alex’s still damp, thick hair and I kissed him deeply.

I could feel his lips trembling against mine and taking pity on his abused and overly sensitive cock, I let him go and just held him against me.

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Arianna’s Tale Pt. 03

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The next few days passed without much of anything happening in Arianna’s life. She limped about her house, popped a few Diazepam to knock her out in the evening, and spent most of her days as she had for the last little while. Laying about in a drug-induced slouch. She knew she’d become an addict. She knew she should stop, yet she didn’t. Nor would she at the rate she was going. The problem with being so involved in a world of crime is that most people’s moral compass pointed downwards, so having a friend to pick you up was, unfortunately, a rarity.

Plus, the drugs at least helped with her knee. She’d landed hard. It was swollen, bruised, and made a rather concerning ‘crunch’ whenever she crouched down. A hospital visit would have been the smart idea, but in this country who could afford to go to the hospital without health insurance? In a country where a broken finger could cost you as much as five thousand dollars and in her case, a broken or messed up knee could cost anywhere from ten thousand to thirty-five thousand. When you worked on the wrong side of the law, paid your bills purely in cash, and had no claimable income. Going to the hospital became an emergency-only situation.

Maybe it was an emergency. But Arianna didn’t care. She sat in her armchair in the living room. Her TV echoed with static in the background as she sat there, eyelids fluttering and her brain slipping in-and-out of consciousness. Snips and Ajax hadn’t come back since their evening out and she’d received a single call from Ezio which she hadn’t bothered to pick up. His voice mail insisted it was important and based on his tone, he was upset.

“Whatever…” She’d mumbled, clicking off her cell phone and tossing it in the pile of overdue bills laying on her counter before returning to her chair, settling deeply into the dusty cushions of her chair. What was she even doing with her life anymore? Would she ever get over this hump, find a bit of that old self of hers again? Her friend’s words had stung when they’d accused her of not being the same. They were right of course. Previous to the loss of her girlfriend, she’d never touched drugs in her life, she had the motivation to do things, she’d always been smiling even though her job was to shake businesses down for money.

But all that had changed when she lost her. She still remembered the day it happened. It was supposed to be a simple business shakedown when a rival gang had rolled up and started shooting. It was chaos. She’d watched her girlfriend of ten years, Taylor. Fall to the ground in front of her. She’d barely got out herself. But she’d stayed there with Taylor until the end. Until she watched the life leave the woman’s eyes. Sure, Styx had hit back after that. Had graciously tracked down those who’d committed the act and put them down, but Arianna was still left with a hole she couldn’t fill and a life that wouldn’t support her through it.

The beep of her cell phone roused her slightly from her half-conscious state. She leaned over and pulled her phone from the counter and looked at the slightly cracked screen.

`Hey Ari! Do you want to go out with the gang tonight?`

Arianna stared at the text for a long moment. It was from Snips. One of the few people who still kept up with her, who invited her to things. It was the reason she’d been willing akhisar escort to go knock over the facility on the edge of the town in an unsanctioned action. She rolled her finger over the reply button for a long moment and then sent a quick response.

`I’m good. The knee is still hurting from our little outing the other day.`

The response came back quickly.

‘Oh. Have you gotten it looked at? I’m sure Ezio could find you an under-the-table clinic or something.`

‘I’m fine. It’ll be better in a day or two I’m sure. Have fun tonight.’

‘Alright. Feel better Ari. Talk soon.’

Arianna sighed and tossed her phone onto the side table and looked at her small kit on the table. The needle. The spoon. The bottle of pills and furrowed her brows slightly. Maybe one more hit before she went to bed? That sounded nice.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

She looked up quickly as the knocks resounded on her door. She knew for certain it wasn’t Snips and since Ajax was almost always with him it wasn’t either of them. She climbed to her feet, stumbling slightly from a wave of nausea that rolled over her. She grumbled slightly and walked to the door and pressed her face to the peephole to see who it was before she considered opening the door.

She didn’t even get a peek.

Just as her eye got level with the peephole, all hell broke loose.

Something heavy connected with her door and knocked it right in. The door slammed her in the face hard enough to knock her off her feet. She felt the crunch of her nose, she felt herself hit the floor and in her semi-conscious state she was dropped into a world of blackness for a moment.

Now, Arianna was a fighter. She could throw a punch. She could wrestle with the best of them and above all, she wasn’t weak. But despite gaining consciousness and seeing the two burly people dressed in what looked like medical scrubs descending on her through her slightly blurred vision, she didn’t have a chance. She swung once and a heavy slug from one of them knocked her right back into that dazed state as they grabbed her roughly, forcing her onto her stomach and slamming her head into the floor, she felt thick fingers lacing into her hair and holding her head there.

From behind the two, the sound of heels clicking on the floor could be heard. Arianna barely saw the black heels in front of her before the person wearing them settled into her armchair and crossed her legs. By now Arianna’s vision was clearing slightly and she let out a slight groan as hands kept her pressed down.

“Now now you two. We don’t want her busted up too much.” The voice tutted at the pair, but despite this their tight hold on her didn’t loosen in the slightest.

Arianna’s blue-eyed gaze looked up at the woman slowly as she struggled against the two holding her down. A brown-haired woman in a no-nonsense business suit, with her hair, pulled back into a tight bun was looking down at her through a pair of frameless glasses, “Mm…Are you still conscious down there Arianna? That nose looks a bit painful.”

“Nn…Who the fuck are you? And what the hell is all this about? Get off me!” She said angrily, struggling against the two holding her, their grip like iron.

“I’d suggest not struggling. They’ve been instructed not to damage aksaray escort you too much, but I won’t hesitate to have them slam you around a bit to make you comply.” The woman crossed her legs the other way as she looked around the room slowly, “You know, when I looked you up. I knew you were in deep but I never anticipated you were in THIS deep…” For accent, she flicked one of Arianna’s used needles off of the table.

“The hell are you talking about you psycho bit–” The hand gripping her hair slammed her into the ground again, cutting off her words.

“They can slam you as many times as needed my dear so get it out while you still can.”

Arianna winced and narrowed her eyes, but she said nothing.

“Much better. Now. You asked what this is about? Well…This is about the…” She tugged a piece of paper out of her jacket and looked it over, “…One hundred and twelve thousand dollars you owe me.”

Arianna blinked in confusion, “The hell are you talking about? I don’t owe you shit.”

The woman leaned down and smiled, “Oh my dear. That is where you’re wrong. You and your two buddies knocked over a facility the other day. Do you remember or have the drugs addled your brain to the point that your long-term memory is non-existent?”

“Yeah we did, what’s your point? You can either pay up or Styx will come back.”

The woman’s laughter caught her completely off guard, “Oh my dear. I can assure you I won’t be paying Ezio a dime. We’ve already agreed that I can sort this out with you personally. Do you think I just plucked your address of the internet?” She paused for a moment, “Well, maybe I shouldn’t say that because getting information on you was like following a breadcrumb made with meatballs the size of Texas. How exactly have you not been caught by the law yet?” She mocked the woman.

The mention of Ezio by name bubbled up genuine worry in her stomach and the reality of the situation. She ignored the blatant mocking of her cyber-security and stared at the woman, “You don’t scare me. Now what do you want?” She demanded bravely.

“Oh my. You do have some balls on you huh? I already told you. I’m here to collect the one hundred and twelve thousand dollars you owe me. I’ll have you know, that’s on the low end. I’m not including the hospitalization of twelve different people you put in intensive care, nor the replacement of a statue that has been on the property since before you were born. Based on what I’ve learned of you. That kind of money is likely well beyond your means. So I’m going to give you two choices. You can either call in every favor you have and try to get me my money in the next, Let’s say, Fifteen minutes. Or, you can talk the little green pill my orderly is going to give you and submit yourself to my facility until such a time I have deemed your debt paid.” Elanor left the words to hang in the air for a long moment as she stared at Arianna, pinned to the ground by her two orderlies.

“What makes you think I want either of those options? What if I struggle free and drop-kick your pretty ass out of my house?”

Elanor responded with an intense stare and a smirk. “By all means. But something tells me you’re going to have a hard time with it, what with all those hard drugs coursing through your veins and a knee that will akyazı escort barely support your weight.”

“How do you know about my knee?”

Elanor laughed blatantly again, “My dear, did you think such a well-groomed facility didn’t have cameras? Sure, they’re well hidden. But they’re there. My medical expert on hand tells me you’ve probably messed up your knee pretty good from that landing. That jump, however, was beautiful. I wish all my…subjects, had grace like that. Tell you what. I’ll sweeten the offer a bit. Choose to submit to my facility, and we’ll take care of both your knee and your drug habit as well. Something I’m sure you can’t get taken care of on your own when you operate on the wrong side of the law.”

One of the orderlies held up a bright green pill in front of her face, the woman holding it grinned a little bit. Arianna wrinkled her nose and squirmed slightly.

“Not a good enough offer? Jeeze. You drive a hard bargain, Arianna. Tell you what. You’ve got thirty seconds to make your choice before I make it for you.” She held up her wrist and looked at her watch.

~Not that you have a choice.~

Elanor grinned as she began counting down from thirty, “Thirty…Twenty-nine…Twenty-eight…”

Arianna knew she was being backed into a corner and the panic was obvious in her face. Elanor looked up at her and smirked several times as she counted.

~I don’t think I can get that sort of money together. I can barely pay my rent. Would Ezio bail me out? Not if she knows him. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! What do I do? I don’t want to be stuck inside a facility full of crazy people! But what choice do I have?~

Arianna yelled suddenly, “ok ok! Stop!”

Elanor stopped counting, “Made your choice, have you?”

Arianna stared intensely and Elanor just smirked down at her, “Look. I don’t want to be locked up with a bunch of crazy people! But…I can’t get that sot of money together…”

“My facility is not housing for crazy people. Not, in the normal sense of the word. It’s something more unique than that. Perhaps, you’ll even find some enjoyment while you’re there, you never know. Now, do you have money for me? Or am I shoving that pill down your throat? Because if you don’t have the money, you’re swallowing it whether you like it or not. This can be done nicely, or not-so-nicely.”

Arianna was for once, at a loss for words. She went cross-eyed looking at the pill for a long moment and then reluctantly eased her mouth open. The orderly was extremely quick, shoving the pill past her lips and going so far as to push it part-way down her throat with her fingers before pulling back her hand and pushing up on her jaw to keep her mouth shut until she swallowed.

“There’s a good girl Arianna. See, was that so hard?”

The pill’s effects were fast. Only minutes after it had slid down her throat she could feel an inky numbness spreading over her body and was having a hard time holding her eyes open. She watched as the dazed state washed over her aggressively as Elanor dug around in her pocket, flipped open a Zippo lighter, and tossed it into Arianna’s bedroom, her bed went up in flames quickly. She then leaned down and patted Arianna’s cheek, “Rest well dear. I’ll see you on the other side…”

“Package her up and let’s get out of here before this whole place goes up…” Elanor’s words were distant and faded quickly as a world of darkness clawed its way into her head. The last thing she remembered was her head thudding down onto the hard floor before she was gone into a world of unconsciousness, resigned now to whatever fate she’d just accepted.

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An Early Birthday Present

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AN EARLY BIRTHDAY PRESENT

I met her at a local pub. She was average looking, but she was a mistress! A coupon for her services was left on my car’s windshield the day before. It was for a free introductory session. Giving it to her, I thought: “Unbelievable deal! I just want a bucket-list one-time session.” I told her my birthday was tomorrow and the session was a birthday present that I was giving myself. She said “Call me Mistress X; I’ll call you Servus. The only requirement was for you to rent a room in the back of the motel that’s next to this pub. Show me the receipt.”

I gave her the receipt to look over while I got up to pay the tab. I returned and finished the last of the pitcher of beer. X said: “Let the party begin!” I staggered when I got up. Earlier I did have quite a few as I was nervous. But it had never hit me so hard before. She got me to her car before I passed out.

I awoke with Mistress X sticking a ball gag in my mouth. She had brown hair rather than jet black; she must have been wearing a wig at the pub.

I was handcuffed to the bed and my feet were tied down. I was naked except for a leather halter that was secured by buckle locks. The halter tightly pressed on a butt plug.

She said: “You’re in my dungeon. No one is going to disturb our ‘fun’!” She smiled as if she just told a joke.

She said: “Did you know dope use the same brain circuitry as sex? Why someone akbatı escort didn’t come up with dope that more thoroughly targeted the different sex circuitries before now is beyond me. See that small bag filled with a red liquid on a stand. Its hose is attached to your enema butt plug. The drug will directly enter your blood stream. I could just give you an injection, but this is more fun. Besides needles leave nasty marks. Your ass is mine and soon your brain will be too!”

A butt plug was something I never thought I would try, but I got to admit it felt good in an odd way. Although I didn’t understand how an enema could be erotic, I thought: “She must know what she’s doing. Her kidnapping me adds to the fear factor. Pretty awesome! If I didn’t know any better, I’d be terrified; even so I’m kind of scared. But being helpless is part of the fun.”

She released the clamp. The liquid poured into me. My balls, cock, and prostate became nice and toasty. When the bag was almost empty, flames were burning them up. Blood surged into them: My balls swelled; my cock blasted upward; and it felt like my prostate was vibrating. Forgetting about the halter I tried expelling the plug. My scream was muffled by the gag. I flexed my body against my restraints.

X laughed and started sucking my cock. I experienced earth-shattering pleasure. I couldn’t tell how much akçaabat escort time passed. While the pleasure was fading, I heard a far-away voice say: “Do you like the way you feel, Servus?” I said “OH YES!” and started crying in gratitude. I found that I was no longer bound to the bed and the plug was connected to a small bag that was filled with an orange liquid.

She asked “Do you want more pleasure? This drug will shut-off your brain’s higher-level functioning, so you won’t be human.” I said “YES! Yes. Wait a minute. No. I mean no. NO!” She said “You don’t sound very convincing.” and released the clamp on the bag. While the bag was emptying, she sucked my cock. Pleasure radiated throughout my body. When the bag was empty, she unplugged the hose from the plug and I felt the plug’s valve snap shut.

I became disoriented. She got me up and pushed me through a nearby glass door. In the middle of the room was a naked woman in a sex swing. She was the same size as Mistress X and had jet black hair. Still at the door X said: “This is Jane, my customer; you’re the product. She wants to have a baby. And of course, she wants to blackmail you.” She yelled: “Jane, remember you’ll get his and his fiancée’s contact information once you give me the rest of the cash.” I heard X say “I’ll just watch from out here.” as the door closed and locked.

My sense of self was melting akçakoca escort away. What emerged and became crystal clear were my senses. My sense of smell increased several orders of magnitude. I lost interest in masturbating because I became fascinated by Jane’s smell. When I sniffed at her pussy, the scent drove me mad.

While fucking her, I grunted, growled, and drooled. I had no thoughts. The sexual pleasure was far better than cocaine. When I came, I smelt roses, saw lightning, heard loud crashes, and felt an orgasm in every cell of my body. I blacked out. I think I had a seizure.

I awoke confused with a sharp cutting pain from my cock. I was back in the other room. I was handcuffed again and my feet were bound to the corners of the bed. With a small switch X whipped my erection until it was red with welts. When the whipping stopped, she got up on the bed and started fucking me! I experienced hornet-stinging pain! Again, my scream was muffled by the gag. When she came and drenched my cock with her juices, my cock felt like it was being boiled in acid.

I was still gnashing my teeth when X shoved a catheter in me. Then I felt fluid rushing into my colon. I was fully aroused by a cramp in my colon. The cramping was becoming worse as a nearly full wine bottle drained into me via my enema apparatus. Standing next to the stand that was holding the bottle was Mistress X with an empty bottle. She said: “The catheter will take care of your cramp…eventually.” I wondered how many empty and full bottles were at the foot of my bed.

X said “Soon you’ll be taking a nap. You’ll be incoherent when the cops awaken you in your motel room. Party’s over! Happy birthday! I know I enjoyed your birthday present.”

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Adventures at Disney Pt. 01 Ch. 01-05

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The following story takes place at Disneyland during the weekend of a half marathon, but in a parallel universe. It’s a universe where almost everything is the same as it is our own, with just minor differences. In this particular universe, through some twist of fate, my wife and I get to the event exposition early. While it is only nineteen seconds, we end up gaining about 30 spaces in the line. That’s enough to change our lives forever….

Chapter 1 – April

It’s hot. It’s humid. The line is packed and barely moving. After twenty minutes, we’ve just made it to the point where the line is starting to loop back on itself over and over. There are at least two more loop backs that we can see coming, and very little shade. A lot of the racers walking towards us are sweating; bitching about the heat and hoping that will be a whole lot cooler on Sunday.

We come to another halt and start talking to the four women ahead of us. They don’t seem to even notice the heat, but that’s because they are from freaking “Hotlanta”. They actually like this weather. Well, we live in Colorado, vacation in Cabo and in four short weeks, we are moving to Arizona; all dry climates. Even a little humidity is torture. From that perspective, moving to Arizona isn’t so bad, especially to a small town in the mountains.

The line starts to move again and a woman with shoulder length blonde hair approaches us. “Excuse me…. I couldn’t help but overhear. Did you say you are moving to Sedona? That’s where I live.”

Wow! What a small world! Fortunately, the line stops again, leaving us standing opposite her. We immediately start talking about our upcoming move, asking all sorts of questions about living in Sedona. We’ve only been there once before but it immediately felt like a place that fits our lifestyle. With every answer she gives us, we get even more excited about what’s awaiting us.

Eventually, the line starts to move again. We momentarily lose contact with her since she is a few spaces in front of us. When we catch up at the next corner, we are eager to continue our conversation with the bubbly young woman from our future hometown.

My wife starts with introductions, “I’m Diana, by the way and this is my husband, Bruce. It’s great to meet you, uh…”

“April!” She replies with a quick smile. “It’s wild meeting you here, and please excuse me if I mess up your names for a while. Contrary to the general opinion on blondes, I am not a ditz, but I can’t seem to remember people’s names to save my life.”

Diana and I laugh. “That’s alright,” I reply, “I have the exact same problem. It was a real pain in the ass at work until a friend gave me some tips. Basically, focus really hard on the person and then try to tie their name to someone or something you already know. It’s a pain, but it works for me.”

“Suuure it does… but what the hell, let me give it a shot.” April starts openly staring at us and you can almost hear the wheels turning in her head until her face lights up.

“HOLY Crap! It works! It was so easy! I like comic books and the two of you are freaking Batman and Wonder Woman! You know, Bruce Wayne and Diana of Themyscira. Hell,

you even kind of look like them!”

We both start laughing. Diana gestures at her own chest, “Only if my boobs were twice as big and I had a tiara!”

My answer is more practical, “Sure, if I had a few billion dollars, a cave and a cape, although… I do kind of think of Diana as ‘Wonder Woman’ so that’s a good fit!” I stare at April a moment before adding, “You know, if you had pigtails…”

April cuts me off with a chuckle, “Yes, I know, I know. I would look just like Harley Quinn. I’ve even thought of dressing up as her for Halloween, but seriously, who needs another ditzy blond?”

I nod in agreement and decide to change the subject, “So anyway, tell us some more about our future hometown. How’s the hiking?”

We get in a few more minutes of discussion before the line starts to move again. We make a slight jog around some tall bushes and when we look again, April is gone. With her light blonde hair, we should have been able to spot her, but no luck.

“Damn!” Diana exclaims, “I really wanted to talk to her some more. I can’t believe we met someone from Sedona. How crazy is that?”

“Pretty wild,” I reply. “Don’t worry; I am sure we will run into her again. It looks like we still have an hour in this line.”

We look around one more time, but she is nowhere to be seen. We go back to talking about our move, temporarily forgetting the heat and humidity. Now that we have even a limited first-hand account of the area, it sounds like an even better place to live than we originally thought.

A couple of minutes later we hear, “Hi! Miss me?” Diana turns around and there’s April, moving into line with us.

“I figured as long as I have to wait in line, it might as well be with amasra escort people I can talk to.”, she says with a smile. She then hands each of us a cold bottle of water. “I just had to get some water first. It is just too damn humid here.”

We thank her profusely for the water and giving up her place in line just to talk to us about our new home.

“That’s okay. I have ulterior motives…” she starts and then gestures at our shirts. “It looks like you’ve done at least one of these races before. I was kind of hoping you might help me figure out what I need to do here today. And… this is my first time to a Disney Park. Any pointers you’d be willing to share would really be appreciated. I’m here on a package deal. I’ve got my hotel and a four day “Park Bouncer”, but I really don’t know what to do with it.”

Diana almost chokes on her water laughing. When she can finally speak, she explains that it is a “Park Hopper”, and we would be happy to give her some tips. For the next hour that we are in line, the two women chatter away, talking about races, Disney, Sedona and anything else that comes to mind. It’s obvious that they have made an instant connection. Not only do they have similar interests, but even a matching sense of humor. The entire time we are in line, one of them is always laughing at something the other said. On top of that, April has a very open personality and doesn’t filter much, which I find kind of refreshing. I can already sense that Diana has made a new friend and we will see a lot more of her once we move.

As the line slowly moves along, I take the opportunity to surreptitiously check out the woman who is monopolizing my wife. Cute (for a blonde anyway), she’s a couple of inches shorter than Diana and is wearing what looks like a tennis outfit. She has a semi-athletic build, which I see a lot in women in their late thirties or early forties, who have discovered the workout. I peg her in the ‘mid’ to ‘late’ thirty range, but I almost never get that right. Her most striking feature is her skin, which is flawless. I find it a little odd that she is here alone, but don’t get a chance to ask about it, since it is nearly impossible to get a word in edgewise with the two of them. It’s worse than being around my family at the holidays.

As we get close to the packet pick up area, we start talking more about the race. April loves running (of course she would, she is as mental as my wife) and is slotted in the “C” corral. That is where Diana would be if she wasn’t stuck with me. I kind of hate running, which surprises April, but then I explain that it is something that we can do together; share the pain of training and the joy of finishing. Besides, it’s a Disney race, which is in a class of its own. We won’t do anything else.

“You guys are really lucky to have each other. You know that don’t you?” she asks us with a wistful expression on her face. “Not many people have that”.

We agree immediately; it does help to marry your best friend.

We finally make it into the event center and go to pick up our packets together. When we are done and standing at the exit, there is a momentary awkward silence. April looks a little unsure of herself. Even though we hadn’t discussed it, it turns out that Diana and I both have the same idea…

“So, April…. Bruce and I were planning on going through the Expo to pick up some swag. If you care to come with us, we could do that and then we’d love to give you your very own guided tour of Disneyland, being that it’s your first time and all that.”

April perks up immediately and says, “I would love that! In fact, I was trying to figure out a way to ask if you’d mind me tagging along, but I don’t want to seem pushy or interfere with your vacation.”

“How about this….” I suggest, “We show you around Disneyland now, you return the favor to us once we move to Sedona?”

Diana smiles and quickly seconds my suggestion.

April unleashes a megawatt smile and says, “That would be wonderful! There’s a ton of things I’d love to show you, and there is just so much to do. We’d have a blast! So…. where is the Expo, and more importantly, where is a bathroom? I have really got to pee!”

We both laugh. It looks like she’ll fit right in with us.

*****

The rest of the day was a lesson in amazing timing. From the moment we entered the Expo everything just fell into place. Later, we would tell April that it must have been beginners’ luck or Disney Magic at its best. We are in and out of the Expo in about thirty minutes even though we later hear that the checkout lines lasted over two hours during parts of the day. From there we went to the Grand Californian to drop off our bags. Not only was our room ready, but it turned out that April was staying there as well. When she booked her package, she had no idea what a great hotel or location she had chosen, amasya escort she just thought the other two hotels would be packed with kids.

As good as the day started, it only got better. When we stood inside the park and said “Let the magic begin….”, the powers that be must have been listening. The only FastPass we needed was for Indiana Jones; everything else was pretty much a walk on. It wasn’t that were no crowds, it was just amazing timing.

Starting with Pirates, we hit all the major attractions on that side of the park and half of Fantasyland before dinner. April had never been to this type of theme park before, so everything was new and exciting to her. We of course had to play it up, so when we took the first little drop at Pirates, she was screaming for real. Haunted Mansion was “cute” and she loved Indiana Jones almost as much as Diana does. Watching her experience each attraction for the first time was more fun for us than the rides themselves. Because of that, she was somehow able to talk Diana (who hates rollercoasters) into going on big Thunder Mountain Railroad as well as Splash Mountain. Wouldn’t you know April took the front and stayed bone dry, where I was in the third position and got drenched? At least it cooled me off some.

In addition to all the big thrill rides, she wanted to try everything in Fantasyland. She dragged me on to Dumbo with her, which nearly did me in. Rollercoasters? No problem. Spinning rides? Shoot me now. She laughed and called me a wimp until she did the Tea Cups on her own. She came off that looking green around the gills. Yeah, who’s the wimp now?

After all that, we took a break for dinner before fireworks. As we are talking, we found out that she works as a physical therapist specializing in Sports Medicine. She provides services for various colleges and medical centers in Yavapai County. Occasionally, she even works out of Cottonwood or Flagstaff. She thought that was a pretty sweet gig until we tell her that we both will be working out of our home.

“Hmmm. Aren’t you afraid of spending too much time together?”

We admit that the thought had crossed our minds on occasion, but generally speaking, we aren’t worried about it. We just need to find things to do in town other than being in the house all day.

“Well, that’s not a problem, is it…?” She asks as she links arms with Diana and starts skipping away and laughing, “… because I am sure I can keep her plenty busy all on my own.”

We spend some time exploring Main Street and then pick out a place to watch fireworks. I finally get to drag my wife away from April and hold her in my arms while the sky lights up in perfect sync to the “Wishes” soundtrack. For Diana and I, the show was good as always; for someone who hadn’t seen them before? They were magical. On top of that, April loves to sing, so once Diana started, she joined in and the two of them kept it up the entire time.

Once we figured out that April loves music, we decided to head into Tomorrowland, timing it so we could do a couple of rides and the watch the 80z All Stars. We had seen them before and they are pretty good, covering a lot of popular songs. We also snagged FastPasses for April and me to ride Space Mountain before heading to one of our favorite attractions, Buzz Lightyear’s Space Ranger Spin. When April sees the signs about a spinning ride, she starts to get worried. After her experience with the Tea Cups, will it make her sick? Diana bursts out laughing and explains how the ride works; basically, if Diana can ride it, anyone can.

When we get near the front of the line, I suggest the two women ride together. I want a chance to test out a new scoring idea I have – without fighting for control of the buggy. At first April declines, not wanting to “intrude” on our competition, but I insist, telling her that it is always fun to show a “newbie” the ropes and that “Di” and I will have plenty of opportunities to compete. Diana is quick to agree, promising to show her all the best targets. As I watch the two of them climb in the buggy ahead of me, I think of how lucky we were to meet her. It’s obvious that the two of them are quickly becoming great friends.

When the ride ends, I am happy to see my score is way better than normal, although part of that might have been due to the “wheelchair stop” along the way. Unfortunately, when I see the smirk on Diana’s face, I can tell that she probably did even better. I decide to ignore that and ask April how she liked the ride.

“It was a blast! I didn’t come close to getting sick and I thought I did really well, at least until I saw Diana’s score.”

“Really….” I ask, looking at Diana. “…. and how did you do?”

She starts smirking and hold up a single finger, wagging it back and forth.

“No way! You broke a Million?!!!”

She doesn’t answer, but just starts doing “the happy dance” anadolu yakası escort as we walk into the picture area. Sure enough, there it is on the monitor. 1,006,900!!! I decide that is a picture we need to have. As we add it to our PhotoPass, I look at it again and notice something new. While Diana is intently focused on blasting targets, April was focused just as intently, but it wasn’t the targets she was paying attention to.

Chapter 2 – Dancing

Soon we are at the Tomorrowland Terrace to see the 80z All Stars. It turns out that the last set starts a bit later on Fridays. We still have a half hour, so we find a table close to the stage and start talking about the race. Not only is this April’s first Disney race, but it is her first race ever. In fact, this whole weekend is her gift to herself for finally getting up the courage to divorce her husband. Even though she hasn’t seen him in six months, it only became final yesterday.

You know how it’s sometimes easier to tell your problems to strangers? I guess we must listen well because she decides to elaborate, “You have to understand…he wasn’t mean or abusive to me. In a way, it was much worse than that – he ignored me. We were married three years, but our sex life ended as soon as he found out that I can’t have children. Bad plumbing. I did try to make it work, but it got so bad that he wouldn’t even touch me for months at a time, or even sleep in the same room. The only thing that kept me going was my buddy, Rigel. He was my baby…. the cutest mutt you’ve ever seen. I had him since he was a puppy and lost him at twelve. Without him, I had nobody, so I decided to get out.”

When she gets to this part of the story, we can see tears rolling down her cheeks. Diana pulls her into a big hug and tells her that we totally get it; mentioning our own dogs, and like a proud mom, pulls them up on “DogCam”. This lightens the mood somewhat, and April apologizes for getting all emotional.

“The two of you must think that I am quite the loser, especially for putting up with him for so long”.

“Oh, no, not at all. In fact…” Diana pauses and looks at me hesitantly. I give her a quick nod and she continues. “…Bruce went through something very similar to that in his first marriage.”

April looks at me questioningly, and I take over. I give her the short version of the story, explaining how Gina waited until after we got married to decide to become celibate, and ultimately taking a job out of town to keep distance between us. I did keep trying to make it work, until Diana and I started seeing each other. At that point I was done – I had found the person I should be with. We’ve been together ever since.

After hearing our story, I can tell that April sees me a little differently. I’m no longer just the guy attached to Diana, but I am someone she can actually relate to. She even tries to engage me in the conversation by asking me about the music I like. There seems to be a little common ground there, and she starts telling us about an amazing winter musical event called “Acker Night” that takes place in a town not far from Sedona.

Before we have a chance to finish talking about it, we see the stage raising and hear the music starting.

As usual, the band is as good as we expected, but I noticed that my two companions are more into talking about getting together once we move than paying attention to the music. Not surprising considering that we will know no one there, plus the two of them seem to have a lot in common.

That all stops when they start playing “Living on a Prayer”. It’s Diana’s favorite song and of course she has to get up and move over near the crowd. April follows her and the two of them rock out for a while, singing and dancing along to the songs. At one point, Diana glances at me, and I can tell she is having fun. Probably excited at the prospect of having a new friend.

The next time I glance up, April is standing in front of me. “Diana says that you don’t like to dance much, but I told her I could convince you to come dance with us.”

“Oh, really? How’s that?”

“Ever watch a show called Friends?”

*****

Less than a minute late I am on the dance floor. Diana is looking at me like I have two heads. April is grinning ear-to-ear. “I got him to agree to dance with us.” she says. “It just took a little motivation”.

“Really? Like what?” Diana asks.

“Well, I remembered something I saw on an episode of Friends once. I promised him he could watch two girls kissing if he came down here”. As she says this, she turns away from me and gives Diana a little wink. Diana realizes that she has some sort of trick in mind and decides to see what she’s planning.

“I remember that episode. I guess I’m up for it if it gets him dancing…” Diana says. April moves closer to her, looking like she intends to kiss Diana but then raises her hand. She is holding one of those smart phones with the massive screen. She taps the screen, and a video starts, showing a bunch of clips of two women kissing. It looks like she has pulled this trick before.

“There you go, two girls kissing!” She says, laughing at her little prank.

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A Valentine’s Day Treat Ch. 02

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You turn in his arms, snuggling into my chest. I lean down and draw you into a gentle, lingering kiss. I wrap my arms around you and you sigh happily. “How are you feeling Honey?” I ask. You smile dreamily.

“Good Mommy,” you snuggle further into both of us, his arms wrapping around us. I kiss you again softly and sigh in contentment. You nuzzle into my neck and for a while, we all just snuggle and hold each other. Your sweet cock lies along my thigh and I can already feel it starting to stir.

“Do you want us to take you upstairs, darling?” I ask. You give me a shy but sunny smile.

“Yes Mommy.” I lean in and kiss you before standing up to haul you to your feet. You follow me readily. My husband lies on the couch and he looks delightfully disheveled. Once you’re standing, I straddle his hips, leaning in to kiss him. Gently, I unbutton the rest of his shirt, sliding it off his broad shoulders to be abandoned. I run my hands down his back and into his dress slacks, sliding them off. You get the first proper look at what he’s wearing under his dress clothes.

A tight, lace and elastic body suit is revealed. Straps criss crossing around his chest and the lace covering sections of his pale skin, but leaving others tantalizingly bare. He looks elegant and edible all at the same time. I help him stand as well. Taking a hand from each of you in my own, I lead you up the stairs. As he falls in line beside you, he places a chaste kiss on your lips.

I lead you both to our bedroom, at first it looks like any relaxed but tastefully decorated room, but as you look more closely you begin to notice the evidence of our favorite activities. There are strategically located bolts and tie off points along the walls, handcuffs over one door. You notice various cuffs along the edges of the bed and there are a lot of ropes and ribbons lying around as part of the decoration scheme. A heavy trunk lies at the foot of the bed and a cabinet stands prominently against the wall, the door opaque with black glass. Your cock gives an excited jump imagining what could possibly be stored inside.

I watch you study our room in interest and see the way your eyes light up when they land on a particular hook set into the ceiling. I smile, it’s one of my favorites too. I step close to you, hands ghosting over your ribs before circling around you to pull you in for a sensual kiss. “I love your dress Honey, but I feel like we’ve gotten it thoroughly dirty, would you mind if I swap it out?”

You eye me carefully, but nod and I smile. I cross to a small wardrobe you hadn’t noticed and when I open it you see it’s filled to the brim with all manner of lacey, frilly, leathery sexy things. You blush just imagining the kind of attire I’ll find in there for you. I rummage for a minute, laying items over my arms as I go. I love to dress up a cute and willing subject and your body is just too tempting for me to resist.

“Strip her please,” I call over my shoulder to my husband and he smiles. He steps closer to you and you shiver. He’s tall, standing a few inches above either of us and he might make you nervous if he didn’t have such a kind smile while he towers over you.

“May I?” he asks sweetly, and you blush and look away but nod. His soft, gentle hands glide over your bare arms, a gentle caress. He tips your chin up and pulls you into a tender kiss while his hands roam back to the zipper at your back. He unzips your dress slowly, reverently, kissing you while his hands skim the soft skin of your shoulder blades.

You shiver at the combination of the cool air brushing against your bare skin and his tender, focused ministrations. He slides the dress slowly down your back, letting it fall to the point where it naturally snags on your wide hips. He kisses down your neck to your newly bared chest. Lavishing you with attention, kissing over every inch until he makes his way to first one, then the other of your rosy nipples. He kisses, sucks, and nibbles until they stand out in hard peaks and you are gasping for air while your knees buckle in pleasure. He makes little, pleased sounds at the excitement you display, his strong arms holding you in place whenever you waver.

Reverently, he slides his hands over your hips and the curve of your butt, pushing the dress down until it slides all the way, pooling at your feet. You’re back to full hardness beneath the blue satin of your panties, material straining. He hooks tender fingers into the straps and slides them off, kissing down your stomach as he does. You gasp and your eager cock jumps up to greet him, but he ignores altınordu escort it, kissing down your thighs and running his gentle hands up and down your legs.

I return with an armful of delicate looking white clothes. I steer you to stand before a full length mirror, complete with decorative filigree. The first thing I pull out is a white satin corset. Your eyes widen. “Don’t you want to play dress up doll for Mommy?” I ask.

“Y-yes Mommy,” you say, stepping closer. You put your hands up and I fasten the silken material of the corset around you. As I tighten it, it cinches close, pushing up your smooth chest and accentuating your slim waist and curvy hips. It gives you a very appealing, girly outline. I follow it up by sliding a lacey garter belt and matching garters over your pretty hips and thighs. I opt out of panties, they’d only get in the way for the things I have planned for you. Finally, I hold up a simple white ribbon with a crystal flower on it. I tie it around your neck and you notice it has a little ring in the front.

There’s one last item in my hands, and you look confused as I lead you away from the mirror. Instead, I lead you back to that ceiling hook. In my hands is a contraption of heavy looking white leather and various buckles and rings.

“Give me your hands, sweet girl,” I ask. For a second you hesitate, but then place them gently in mine. I love how much bigger my hands are than your soft, delicate ones. I bring them to my mouth and kiss each finger one by one while you blush. “Would you like to be tied up?” I ask and you nod. I give you a stern look and you swallow thickly.

“Yes, Mommy,” you croak. I pull you close, pressing you hands up between my heavy breasts. You blush like you didn’t get to touch all over them downstairs. I lean forward and give you a quick peck. Then I gently wind the leather cuffs around your hands. They bind tight, holding your hands facing each other with a thick strip of leather in the middle facing each other. The cuffs end in a clip and I draw you over to stand beneath the hook. Gently, I reach up, clipping the cuffs into place on the hook, holding your arms outstretched above your head. It’s high enough that it forces you to arch your back and stand on slightly raised feet, creating a breathtakingly beautiful display.

I stalk around you taking in every angle with open hunger on my face. I take my husband by the hand leading him over closer to where you are almost suspended. “Look at our beautiful toy, Darling,” I say to him. “Doesn’t she look gorgeous?” He agrees, his eyes devouring your body as you wait, on display. I reach out and stroke your face, you shiver. I pull you into a soft kiss, letting you feel my hunger, my lust for your body.

I reach up to my husband and with a hand on his shoulder force him to kneel before you. “Don’t you just want to taste love?” I ask. I bury my hand in his dark hair and guide his mouth towards you. “Stick out your tongue,” I command, and he extends his pink tongue. I guide him to you so just the very tip of your hard, excited cock brushes against it. You both moan and I laugh. Using my hold in his hair as leverage, I guide him to tease your shaft and give you light, tantalizing previews of the wet heat of his mouth. Soon you’re making hungry, keening noises and he’s pushing the boundaries of his own pain tolerance straining to take more of you in.

Still holding his hair, I turn his face up to me. By now he’s tenting the front of the body suit obscenely and his cheeks are flushed to match. “Do you want to suck on our toy?” I ask him.

“Yes Mommy, so much!”

“Can you be good and tease only, no cumming. Either of you?” I command making eye contact with you too. You both nod. I smile and release his hair. He leans forward and swallows you whole. You keen and buck in the restraints. I don’t know if you expected him to go slow or if you weren’t expecting him to be as good as he is, but he sets into a punishing rhythm swallowing you down with ease and pulling back with a delicious suction. It sets you to screaming unintelligible things as your legs shake with pleasure. I chuckle. Showing off his skills in this arena is one of my favorite things about any time we play with another. His cock leaks a steady stream of his excitement, showing me just how much he loves it too.

He slows down, just licks and sucks more casually, turning you into his own personal lollipop. I watch, enjoying the show for a while, but soon I want to find a new game of my own. He has you thoroughly distracted so I don’t altınova escort think you even notice when I slip around behind you. You definitely do when I grope your soft, pert ass cheeks though. With firm hands, I spread them open revealing your tight, pink hole. You let out a strangled gasp, shaking yourself out of the fog his ministrations have put you into enough to pant out a startled “Mommy!?”

“Hush, honey, let Mommy play,” I lean forward and nip your left buttcheek, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to remind you who’s the boss here. You yelp and struggle with the restraints, arching your back harder, which just pushes your pretty pucker closer to me. I smile then lean in, teasing you with a soft, quick lick. You let out a decadent moan. I kiss your puckered hole and you lean forward thrusting your ample cheeks back. I trail my tongue around the edge of your hole making you whimper.

“M-Mmommy, ppplease” you whine and I chuckle before pointing my tongue and dipping it into the middle. You stretch around me just a little and above me you wail. My husband’s efforts step up too, he makes hungry, slurping sounds as he works your cock. “Please, please, I’m so close.” You buck between us, alternately trying to get your cock as far down his throat as possible and impale yourself on my tongue at the same time. I tease your taint with my thumb and you buck mindlessly, lost in the fog of pleasure.

I lick my thumb and swirl it around your hole. You stretch and take it inside easily, whining incoherently. I stretch you gently while he leans down and kisses your smooth balls. Soon you’ve swallowed me up to the first knuckle. “You’re taking me so well sweetheart, do you like it?”

“Yes, God, yes Mommy,” you rasp.

“Do you want more?”

“Mmmm, yessss please,” you beg. I smile and fish out a small bottle of lube we keep nearby for situations just like this. I spread some on my fingers and wait until you still in the restraints.

“How about a show while I stretch you?” I ask and you look confused. I catch my husband’s eye, “Get naked for her,” I command. He smiles rakishly before ambling over to a low couch. He sprawls out on it, giving you a great view of his legs and his hard cock. Slowly, methodically he strips out of the lacey bodysuit giving you more glimpses of his pale, pretty flesh. As he starts to slip it down past his beautiful cock, I slowly slip a lubed finger into your puckered hole. I brush over your prostate for the first time as his big cock slips free, slapping against his stomach. I let you adjust then crook my finger, making you jump with pleasure. He starts to slowly stroke himself; you watch with rapt hungry eyes. I set up a rhythm slowly probing in and out, gliding over your most sensitive spot, making you moan.

When he reaches up to tease his own nipple, I slide a second finger in alongside the first. The stretch makes you whimper and I kiss your cheeks softly. Once you’re used to the stretch, I curl my fingers making you howl. I rub small circles over your sensitive gland, and you go slack in the restraints, arms pulling taut.

“Please, please…” you beg “Mommy, Daddy, please…”

“What is it Pumpkin? Do you want something bigger than Mommy’s fingers?” You look at me with wide eyes but you nod. “Say it baby, you’ve got to ask.”

“Please Mommy, please may I have something bigger, I want it so bad,” I kiss along your hip before beckoning him over. “Oh, OH,” you gasp realizing what I have in mind. I kiss the base of your spine softly before lining him up behind you. I slick his length with more lube from the bottle and he groans.

“Mommy, can I really?” he asks me.

“Of course my Pet, you heard her. Her ass needs more than just fingers. You have to stretch her out for me.” I stand behind him, guiding his hips forward until he’s poised at your entrance. You feel the warm head of him brushing up against your sensitive hole. You groan anticipating how good he’s going to feel, how much he’s going to light up your insides. My hand on his ass pushes him forward, breaching your hole, stretching you one millimeter by the time. Your head falls forward, body going limp again, the restraints the only thing holding you up. His big cock disappears inside you slowly but surely, both of you groaning.

Finally, he bottoms out, pressed up against the soft globes of your ass.

“Mommy,” he gasps, “she feels so gooood.”

“Is she nice and tight?” I ask teasingly. He nods frantically. His hips rock back and forth gently, getting you used to his motion. altıparmak escort He brushes your sweet spot and you moan loudly. I guide him further back and then let his hips go, he snaps them forward burying himself back inside you again and you moan and tug on the restraints.

I slide past him to come around in front of you. You meet my eyes and your pupils are blown with pleasure. You give me a look of desperation and I smile at you. Your eyes stay locked on mine as he slides out and buries himself inside you again, and you let out an animal whine. “Does it feel good, Honey?” I ask. You nod. “He’s big isn’t he?”

“Yess Mommy, so big,” your praise makes him excited and he thrusts back into you fast and hard, burying himself fully inside. You moan loudly and I step forward, letting you bury your face in my tits. I reach out and stroke your face, soothing you as he pounds in and out of your hole.

Both of you are breathing hard now, and I can tell you’re both getting closer and closer to the edge. I tip your soft lips up to mine and kiss you hard. My tongue slips into your mouth to dance with your own. As you race closer and closer to the precipice you are reduced to moans and animalistic cries of pleasure. I savor them all, reaching down to unzip my pants and touch myself. Seeing me touch myself make you wild and you thrash in your restraints but your hands are firmly bound.

“Mommy, mommy, please,” you beg, but I’m not ready to let you touch me just yet. Behind you my husband struggles as he get closer, his thrusts becoming frantic and untimed.

“Are you close baby?” I ask him, and he nods in desperation. “Almost ready to fill up that willing hole? Ready to breed our little slut?” My words encourage him and he speeds up even faster, sawing in and out of you as you gasp and wail. “That’s it, good boy, make sure this little whore is good and stretched out,” I command. He keens and his full length thrusts continue at a punishing pace. I take your pretty face in my hands and make eye contact with you. Seeing you so lost in pleasure and submission feeds and satisfies such a primal part of myself, I love it. “That’s it sweetheart, just let go, let your pleasure take over. Cum now, cum for Mommy, both of you, show me how much you enjoy this!” You both make desperate agonized noises, he thrusts back into you, once, twice, and then he’s spilling into your tight ass, filling you up with his hot cum.

His cock pulsing inside and filling you up is too much for you and you cum hard in white, arcing ropes, a primal scream driven from you. You paint the floor in front of you and my own bare feet. When it’s done and you’re spent, you sag in the restraints boneless and absolutely wrung out.

Behind you my gorgeous husband is sweaty and breathing hard, still buried deep inside you. I brush in close to him, kissing him passionately. “You did so well Pet, time to show Mommy the results.” He grins and pulls out of you slowly. A trickle of his pearly cum escaping to run down the back of your leg. You groan at the loss of him, but then startle as you feel the soft brush of my fingers as I pull your cheeks back apart. I make a hungry noise as your stretched hole flexes, yawning open for me, letting more of his spent seed escape. “Gorgeous, you did so well Pet,” I praise him.

“Ah, ah Mommy, no” you protest, but I ignore you running a finger around your rosy entrance. I tug lightly and you stretch open again immediately, a strong contrast to the vacuum tight start. You struggle and buck but the restraints keep you perfectly in place.

I slick my thumb in the cum dribbling out of you and use it to rub along your now puffy entrance. I tentatively dip it inside, pushing some of his cum back inside you. You moan in excitement. I kiss down your back. “So hot sweetheart, I love seeing you stretched out and filled like this. Did you enjoy it?”

“Gah, yes Mommy,” you moan as my thumb continues exploring your expanded and sensitive entrance.

“But this position has got to be getting uncomfortable doesn’t it?” I ask, as you roll your shoulders, clearly getting tired. I kiss your neck softly as I reach up, unclipping you from the restraints. You sag against me with a sigh. I gather you in my arms and steer you towards the bed. I pull you down with me and you collapse against my chest, burying your face in my breasts. With a fond look, my husband goes to collect a soft towel to clean you up. He tenderly wipes up all the mess before curling up beside you, sandwiching you between us. I pull you into a soft kiss and you murmur sleepily.

“That’s it honey,” I coo, “Sleep for now, you’ve earned it.” I stroke your soft hair and run my hands gently along your beautiful body. You go limp, and I pull up a blanket to wrap around all of us. I kiss your face gently and you giggle but barely stir. I pull you tight and the three of us all settle into sleep.

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A Night on the Couch Pt. 02

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This is a loving cuckold story. If that is not your thing, I’m just letting you know. The first chapter of this story was told from the husband’s pov. I’m trying something different, and chapter two will be told by the wife. Wish me luck; and please vote so I know whether or not to try that again. Thanks.

If you tell anyone I admitted this, I will deny it!

My husband was right. Spot on. Prescient. To say he saved our marriage may be excessive, because I love him so. But to say he once again sacrificed to enrich my life? Damn straight.

I had pretty much given up on sex. Well, rewarding sex, anyway. Tom did a pretty good job at cunnilingus, although as with most men, the act was only foreplay for him. He would go down on me and get me good and aroused, then go to “finish the job” with intercourse.

The only problem was that Tom is a inveterate premature ejaculator.

So try as he might, our love-making was predictable. Make out, a few minutes of cunnilingus, Tom pushing into Cindy, Tom cumming almost before he fully penetrated me, leaving me with a mess to clean up.

And no orgasm.

Sometimes I just cut to the chase and either went down on him or gave him a handjob so I wouldn’t have to clean up.

It was not good. I would get frustrated, sometimes angry and resentful. I did not go off on him. Just kept it inside. But Tom is not stupid or uncaring. He knew. How could he not?

Ironically, it was Tom who convinced me to do something about it.

He has always been selfless. Aside from his preemie pecker, he has always put me first.

I am not even the one who brought it up. He was.

One night after he had just spurted copious amounts of his jizz into me and had fallen down beside me on the bed, I began to get up. To go in the bathroom and clean up. The frustrated yet dutiful wife.

He reached out and pressed me gently back onto the mattress. I realized for the first time that there were tears in his eyes. This was bothering him as much if not more than it was me.

Silently, he began kissing his way down my abdomen. Back to my sloppy, cum filled cunny. He crawled between my legs and put his mouth near my sex.

I tried to push him away. “Honey, no…I’m nasty!”

He pushed my hands away. “Babe…you deserve this…and I owe it to you…just relax. USE me.”

And he began licking my pussy again. The thought of him eating himself out of me turned me on. It was almost like a kind of comeuppance for leaving me wanting in the first place. But how could he do that?

This time, he stayed. He made love to my clit with his tongue for a long time…until I had an orgasm! Don’t get me wrong…I had cum before. But by my own hand or with a vibrator. The freedom and sensations of experiencing an orgasm while relaxing, from his efforts, was glorious to me.

And I did not have to go clean up.

In the weeks to come, this became our routine. So much so that each time he would spurt into me, I would instinctively place my hands on his head and press him down to my crotch. Time for mine, bucko.

What had he awakened in me? A couple of times, after he had eaten me to orgasm, he had regained his erection. He habitually tried to push his cock back in to me. I impulsively pushed him away. Nothing doing, buddy. I’m clean now, and I’m gonna stay that way. So now it was him going to sleep all worked up with no release. I felt bad. But then I didn’t.

Then one night, as we were laying in bed, he sent a video from his phone to the TV without preamble. I watched in silence as a porn scene played out. A man with a large penis was fucking a redhead in the missionary position. She was thrashing her head from side to side, bucking her hips up into him, and emitting tantric, orgasmic screams.

My pussy was soaked beneath the covers.

I was surprised by his question.

“Do you think that is real?”

I hesitated. “What do you mean?”

“Is she really cumming from fucking? That much?”

I waited so long to answer that he essentially had his answer.

“Did you cum that hard with the…men you were with before?”

It almost broke my heart. The meaning of his pause was obvious. The…men. He did not rank himself with the MEN I had been with.

“No…I mean, it felt good, but they didn’t make me do that.” As much as it had to hurt, I could not lie to him.

“You deserve that.”

I did not know what to say. “Okay.”

“I mean it. I can’t give it to you, and you deserve it. So we have to find someone to give that to you.”

I was dismayed. “I can’t cheat on you!”

He surprised me with his logic. “Well, first off, it isn’t cheating if I know about it. Life is short. If I can’t give it to you, I can sure as hell make sure a real man does. I can’t fix your BMW, but I can find someone who can. I can’t do electrical, but I can hire an electrician.”

“It is NOT the same thing!”

He spoke quietly, “You’re right. It is more important.”

I had a mix of feelings. I did not want to lose Tom, I did not want to hurt him, and I alaca escort really did not like this “not a real man” place his mind was going. But at the same time my pussy was proclaiming in no uncertain terms what I wanted. I was positively dripping.

“I do not like you saying you are not a real man. You are all man. It’s just this one thing.”

He got the significance of that being the only point I was arguing. I was not saying no to taking a lover.

“I understand. But we have to be honest about my problem. If you don’t cut me slack on it, maybe it will encourage me to fix it. If not, like I said, you deserve this.”

I thought about it. “So nag you?”

“I wouldn’t say nag. But remind me of it. And knowing someone else gets you until I do get better will certainly be an incentive.”

“Will that not be humiliating?”

And with that question, I learned something new about my husband. Within seconds of my using the word “humiliating” the sheets were tented and popped by a huge erection.

I fix him with a look of irony. “Oh, really?”

He turned bright red. I threw back the covers so I could see his throbbing cock. I straddled him, hovering just above his shaft without mounting it. I’m sure he could feel the heat from my hot, needy pussy. But I was not touching him.

I stared directly at him. “Does my little Preemie want big ol’ Mark to fuck me and make me cum, to give me what Preemie cannot?”

I got my answer. “Hnnnnggggkkkk” He made a sort of strangled sound and came all over my pussy and tummy, never having been inside of me.

Good to know. My big strong husband got off on humiliation. I have to admit, it felt powerful. It felt like a little bit of payback for all those times I was left wanting. It aroused me.

I slid up his body and sat the mess on his face. “Eat. Make ME cum, Preemie.”

Mark was a co-worker of Tom’s who we joked about. Not in a bad way. It was just an open secret between Tom and I…we both knew Mark had wanted me for years but had not acted on it. And like Tom, he was hung like a horse. We could see it through his jeans at social gatherings.

He seemed like a gentleman, always quiet and discreet. But the stolen glances at my body and extra attention made it obvious he wanted me.

While I ground myself against his face, I told Tom to set up a date between me and Mark for the next couple of weeks. I reached back and placed my hand on his flaccid penis. “Tell him I need some ‘wood working’ advice…I’ll do the rest.”

The wood reference was not lost on him and soon I felt a powerful wood in my hand. I let go if it lest it go off.

By the time we had reached the date night, I had gained confidence in Tom’s desire for being humiliated, and my arousal from humiliating him. Don’t get me wrong. I am in love with Tom, I do not want to hurt him. But I cannot deny a part of me finds satisfaction in getting a little payback for all the ruined sexual experiences.

I put on a brave, confident front for Tom to see, but I definitely had reservations about actually cuckolding my loving husband that night.

Until I felt the broad, firm but spongy head of Mark’s thick cock stretch me open further than I had ever been.

Until I felt him bottom out inside of me, his big balls pressing against my ass.

Without cumming before he could do so.

When he did not cum, but kept sliding that gloriously hard prick across my G-spot, pulling my clit in with it, over and over and over.

When I experienced my first vaginal orgasm and he still did not cum.

I no longer had any doubts. Tom was right. I deserved this…and I sure as hell was not giving it up now that I had experienced it!

Mark made love to me several times that night. He made me cum so hard, and so often…I wondered if it was a dream.

When he finally did fill me up with his semen, I just had to go share it with Tom. Partly to show him he was right, partly to pick on him.

When I stood in front of him, well used, I kinda knew he would lose it. When he shot cum all over himself, it aroused me. But I could not tell him that. I just told him he was pathetic and made him clean me up. Which aroused the hell out of him.

When that night was over, I told Tom that I wanted him to find a solution for his “problem.”. Was it medical? Psychological? Could we find some kind of treatment for it?

After listening to my orgasmic screams with Mark, he assumed I was just being kind. He told me he loved me, and could live with me having a better lover in my life.

How to make him understand?

“Look dumbass. Mark is terrific. And you’re right. I am going to keep letting him fuck me until you figure things out.”

We were laying in bed. I was laying on my side looking at him.

“Mark stayed hard almost the whole time. He made sure I came and came and came before he did. I never came so hard in my life. He did not jizz himself as soon as he felt my pussy on his dick.”

A tear formed below his eye. “I figured.”

“Mark alanya escort did not win my heart at the county fair. Mark did not hold me in his arms for weeks after my dad died because I was completely lost. Mark has not worked nights and weekends for years to build our home, our life. Mark is not the man I want to raise children with. He is a good man, but he is not you, Tom.”

I laid my head on his chest.

“I can only imagine how much more intense the feelings Mark gave me last night would be if they were coupled with the love I have for you. Will you learn how to give me that?”

What could he say? With a trembling voice, he said yes.

He was true to his word, but of course nothing like that could happen overnight.

Tom did online research, he went to his primary care doctor who sent him to a specialist, and he worked at it. It became his purpose.

At the same time we both enjoyed our adventures with Mark. Tom admitted to me openly that he got off on being humiliated sexually. Not in general. I mean, the little digs like calling him Preemie were fun for both of us, but I would never abuse him openly in public.

One thing I refused to do was have encounters with Mark without Tom present. Of course the primary purpose of our trysts was my pleasure, as Tom had suggested. However giving Tom incentive and picking on him for both our entertainment was important too. And solo sessions would feel too much like cheating.

Tom began doing Kegel exercises, and working out more. His doctor prescribed some medications that “might” help. And much to my surprise, after my next session with Mark, Tom asked him for advice. Wow, that took courage.

By this time I had decided that I did not want to leave Tom tied up for hours each time Mark made love to me. Note I said each time; sometimes I did. For the times I did not, we had ordered a really nice chastity belt for my hubby. It was very comfy, stainless steel and actually fastened to a waist belt he could not take it off himself. And…after having done my due diligence on the subject…much to his chagrin it was so small that not even the slightest erection was possible.

So there I was, straddling my husband’s face on the couch so he could clean my lover’s cum out of my snatch, while my lover sat nearby explaining his theories on premature ejaculation to my hubby. While hubby’s cock pulsed, making his chastity cage jump.

And every once and awhile Tom would send vibrations into my sex as he attempted to say, “hmmm” or “uh-huh.” Now it was my turn to wonder if I was in the Twilight Zone.

I’m not sure I was enamored with Mark’s theory.

“Did you have this problem with other girls you were with?”

Tom shook his head in the negative, his face moving pleasantly sideways on my labia.

“Well, maybe it’s because you’ve got Cindy up on a pedestal, bud. Maybe you’re so wound up by the time it comes to doing the deed that you lose it because in your head…or heads…she is the be all end all. Maybe you need to dial it back a bit and think of her as just another girl…”

I threw a pillow at him, laughing, “Asshole!”

For my next trick…or teachable moment, I wanted Tom to learn more about Mark’s ummm…technique.

I wanted him to see and appreciate how Mark used his penis, sure. But more importantly for me, I wanted him to see how cunnilingus could be sooo much more than just foreplay. I wanted him to learn what I had learned from Mark. That savoring and loving me with his mouth could and should be a relaxed, very lengthy experience we both could enjoy.

To that end, one night Tom found himself tied securely to a wooden chair, his chastity cage locked in place. He was positioned between the bed and the window, facing the bed, and our big screen TV.

I have a small digital camera which is mounted on a velcro strap, usually designed for someone to wear about their head or on a hat, so they can record from their POV.

For this occasion, I secured it to my right thigh, with the camera facing my crotch. I connected it via bluetooth to the big screen TV.

In this way, Tom would not only be taking in the sights, sounds and scents of our love-making, he would also witness close-up Mark’s techniques and abilities with his mouth and tongue on my genitalia. In addition to his thick cock servicing me for a long, long time.

This time I did gag my hubby. More as a reminder to him not to speak and interrupt us than anything. When I had gotten online to order a ball gag, I had seen several different types, including several sizes of “penis” gags. The humiliation factor was just too delicious, so Tom’s mouth was filled almost to his throat with a silicone cock, which was strapped around his head. The embarrassment in his eyes was great, and it was the closest he would ever get to me making him suck a dick. But he did not know that.

The head of it just barely tickled the entrance to his throat, causing him to reflexively swallow repeatedly. This had the effect of making it appear alsancak escort he was desperately trying to suck the phallus, which gave me great ammo to tease him with. “Wow, you really, really WANT a dick, don’t you?? Maybe Mark would be willing to help you out…his tastes really good…you’d like it.”

He frantically shook his head in the negative.

When Mark did arrive that night, he and I sat out in the living room sharing a drink for a few minutes. I wanted to build the anticipation for Tom, and it seemed to have worked. He was pensive when we walked in.

It was not easy at first, but I pretended to ignore him as Mark and I undressed each other in front of him. Mark took his time unwrapping his gift, slowly removing my bra and suckling the breasts Tom loves. Sucking hickies on to them that my husband would see for days and be reminded that a “better” man put them there. I’d say it made me wet to think about it, but that ship had sailed already.

It was not so difficult to ignore Tom once we began making love. Mark is so good with his tongue, he knows how to manipulate every part of my sex, hardening or softening his tongue, bathing or lashing my labia or my clit at just the right time.

As I was enjoying his attentions, I glanced up at the big screen to see a close up of his mouth and tongue on my pussy. He was obviously enjoying me and was enthusiastic.

The only point of view I had ever had of cunnilingus was the top of a guy’s head.

When I got to watch as Mark sucked my swollen clit past his lips and began darting his tongue across it inside his mouth, I lost it. I came, screaming as the orgasms coursed through my body.

Poor Tom told me later he came too. Inside his cage, once again a ruined orgasm, just cum seeping out of his restrained manhood.

Tom’s first real lesson was about to begin. I know he was completely discombobulated as he watched my reactions. As he saw Mark master my body, bringing me to orgasm after orgasm, then how he calmed my senses so he could build me back up and do it all again. How his oral attentions were the purpose themselves and not merely a momentary act on the way to intercourse. Mark ENJOYED eating me for at least an hour.

I was in heaven. I have to admit, I was totally focused on myself, as Mark had told me to do. My only thoughts of Mark were what he may do next for me.

My thoughts of Tom were how his witnessing this aroused me more. And how I wished it was him doing these things to me. I know it seems like a strange contradiction, but it is true. You’ve been mad at someone you are in love with, right? I was not mad at Tom, but I did take a certain amount of satisfaction from his discomfort because he was NOT giving me what Mark could.

When Mark’s broad manhood penetrated me with Tom watching, I began quivering…my entire body shook with need. Because I knew. I knew from experience. I knew that THIS cock was not going to spurt and die. It was only the beginning of an incredible ride.

I had my eyes closed, but forced myself to open them and look up at the TV. The combination of FEELING that big cock open me up, coupled with WATCHING the shaft disappear into my sodden vagina was incredible.

“Ohhhgawwwd….Ohh Marrrrrkkkk…fuck me…”

I heard Tom groan. I did not detect anger, but envy. Was he envious of me? Of Mark? Or of Mark’s abilities?

Mark did as I asked for almost two hours. He fucked me missionary, he took me from behind while I faced Tom, watching in hyper-aroused anguish. I rode him cowgirl style and while he sat with me holding him tight.

Mark came at least three times. But each time he remained impaled within me and loved on me until he quickly recovered and resumed fucking me.

Poor Tom. Had it been him making love to me, we would have been finished in seconds.

When Mark was done with me, or more accurately when I was done with him, I kissed him goodnight. Then I released my husband and had him clean my well used snatch. But I never unlocked him. He was a quivering mess. It would have been pointless (for me) to let him attempt to make love to me that night.

I was thrilled two nights later when we did make an attempt, though. Tom had been working hard doing exercises and taking medications.

And he had learned a lot from Mark’s example.

Without my insistence, he went down on me, and stayed there for a good long time. He gave me several orgasms. Having watched the close-ups of Mark’s tongue work, he practiced doing the same thing, to great effect.

It felt so fucking good receiving that from the man I loved…and it was obvious he was really, really, into it.

I cried out his name, professing my love for him.

“Oh, Tom! Tom, yes! I love you and your tongue!”

In response, he jizzed all over our sheets. Oh well. Baby steps.

For the next six months I had regular very satisfying sessions with Mark. Tom was always present, in fact the three of us went on a few dates together.

During that sixth month, Tom and I were making love. He had just finished an extended helping of what was now his favorite meal…me.

He moved up and penetrated me. I loved the feel of his manhood plowing into my womanhood. Yes, I loved the feel of Mark too, but once again, the emotional connection with Tom made it so much better while it lasted.

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A Day in the Life of a Slave Pt. 03

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****All characters in this series are fictional and has no link with anyone. To understand Bell’s complete story read part 1&2***

Master walks right into the house through the open front door. The visual he gets impresses him. He sees his half naked slave kneeling waiting for him. Slave’s pussy and her udders are on display and is at his disposal and mercy to be used as he wishes to.

As every day, he takes the leash and the report from my caretaker. He wishes her goodbye as her day comes to an end. I am now handed over to master for the evening. There are times when I wonder, how would my caretaker’s evenings be like, once she is discharged from her duties? Unlike me, does she goes home and rest while sipping on coffee or maybe she meets her boyfriend and have hot evening romance. Oh boy, am I jealous? Well maybe a little. It has been ages since I was fucked by my master. I hope today is the day when he would reward this slave’s pussy with a hard, rough fuck.

I am bought back to my senses from my wonderland, when master wishes me good evening in his ritualistic way of pinching both my tits, squeezing them hard around the nipple ring and twisting them. “Good evening Bella”. “So, how was your day”? I have learnt to identify his rhetorical trick questions. Early days of my training, I would jump out of excitement to share small talks with my master. But hard slaps across my face had taught me my place. A slave’s position is that of a mere object. It is only to be used and over used and made to slog as per master’s command. Master doesn’t need to know how was “the slave’s day”. He just needs to know if I have learnt my position and done my task well.

I answered “as a slave and a slut, my day depends on how well I have performed my service to you, my master”. “Only master gets to decide how a slave’s day would be.” Master seemed to be impressed with my answer. He pulls me by my leash, signing me to crawl behind him while he takes his place on the couch. I go on to unlace his shoes and shocks and putting them back to place. Meanwhile master opens my report file and takes a quick glance and gives a satisfied nod. He ağrı escort then puts the file down and unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. His hard dick pops out of his underwear.

He grabs me by my hair pushes my face towards his manhood. I kiss the head of his dick and start rolling my tongue over it. I have been trained on how to worship master’s dick. I slowly start sucking on the top and then move my head down his shaft. He pushes my head more till my nose is touching his belly and his dick chocking the back of my throat. I use my tongue to pleasure all of his dick while he enjoys the warmth of my mouth and enjoy seeing me drool around his dick. Over and over he fucks my mouth. Pushing his shaft all the way in and then again pulling it out completely. Occasionally he would slap me hard whispering into my ear “Have you forgotten how badly I can bruise your tits if you fail in your task. Come on you fucking cum slut, do your job well.” He grabs my tits and pulls them hard to remind me, what can happen if I fail to please master.

My dutiful slave mouth and tongue gets the motivation it needs to do a better job. I bob my head up and down his shaft and soon enough my mouth is filled with his juices. I finally get to taste master’s reward. How proud I am to have pleasured my master well. In the handbook of slavery, pleasuring the master comes as point no. 1.

Master has a calming satisfied look on his slave. He asks me for his drink. I pour him his favourite evening whisky and then I kneel at his feet like an obedient bitch. Master places his sweaty feet in front of my face while he sits back and relax. I put my tongue to use and start licking his foot. I start by sucking his toes and then licking in between them. I then move to the underside and role my tongue all over. Once master is satisfied with my feet cleaning he presents me another of his foot. I repeat the same process.

By now he is done with his drink and rises to go to the washroom. He freshens up and takes a quick shower while I serve his dinner on the table. Over an year of training has put me in autopilot mode. I now know exactly çeşme escort what to do and when to do.

Master serves himself a plate of food and puts some food in my bowl. He sits down in the front of the television watching his favourite match while I get on all four in front of him. He uses my back to rest his legs while I munch on my foot taking full precaution of not moving much while eating so I can become an useful and reliable foot stool.

I eat and lick away the entire bowl of food as I know I need all the energy to survive the rest of the evening. I know what’s waiting ahead for me. Yes, my daily dose of disciplining.

Since the start of my training it has been a set schedule that after dinner my master will take me to my training room and use me as he wishes to. Earlier days was full of hard whipping and electro play and always ended with his dick giving me long hard fucks. But the course of action has changed over time.

After his dinner, master leads me to the grounds instead of the room. He pushes me towards a tree. He then strips me down of my training uniform. My corset, butt plug, chastity and the nipple rings. Everything is stripped off.

He then grabs my hanging udder and squeeze it hard. With his other hand he grabs me by my hair and makes me stand on my feet against the tree trunk. I am almost in tears with the pain and trying hard to control myself from making any noise. My back is getting scratched from the rough tree trunk while master places his mouth on my tits and starts sucking and nibbling on them. I can feel my pussy turning wet.

“What a slut am I. I get wet even when I am being sexually molested”. My master says that this is what makes me a perfect slave for him.

Soon i feel his fingers on my pussy. His fingers touches my clit and it sends a wave of shock through my body. My head tilts back against the tree and a moan escapes my mouth. He pushes two fingers up my hole and fingers me hard and fast. I am on cloud nine, I know nothing, I feel nothing except the immense pleasure in between my legs. I am close, very close to cumming when I aydın escort feel a sharp pain as master pinches my clit.

In the frenzy of feeling the ecstasy I had forgotten my place. A slave is only for masters pleasure and not for herself.

Master pushes me down on the ground, face down. He picks up the butt plug and start invading my butt hole. Again and again he fucks my hole. He then picks up the riding corp and smackkk….the beating lands right on my back. A helpless sound escapes my mouth. He pulls my leash and chokes me while he continues to fuck my hole and alternatively beats my back. Tears roll down my face and I grasp for every bit of air that I can sucks in. Like a helpless dog, I stay put, taking all the disciplining that master gives to his slave.

By now I have started seeing stars in front of me. I am grasping for breath while crying and begging for him to stop. Finally he stops. He releases my leash and steps back to see his handy work on my back. After giving a satisfied nod he steps back.

Master than offers me water which is gratefully lap up, while he pets my head. He wipes my tears and whispers to me, “I am proud of you slave. You have come a long way in your journey of becoming a good slave.”.

This was music to my ears. Atlast, one year of hardship and the day was finally here. My master is proud of me. I am a worthy property to him. I am his owned collared slave. I was reminiscing all those good and bad days when master first found me and took me in, how he trained and punished me, my collaring ceremony. All of those had lead to this fruitful day.

Finally it was time to end the day. Master took me to my cage which was kept in the grounds. He opened the cage door and I crawled in. The cage was the only room I will ever own.

I lay down on my back while he tied my leash to the cage bars. I opened my legs and he tied each leg and hands separately, leaving some room for me to move. Then comes the final tuck in. Suction cup of a milking machine is fitted to my udders. No, it is not for milking me. Atleast not yet. It is only to ensure that my udders are kept bounded tight in a vacuum cup while I get comfortable with the thought that one day I will be his hucow.

Finally he covers me with a bedsheet and puts my blindfolds on. I hear the clinking of the lock, knowing that another day of my slave journey ended beautifully.

****the end*******

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100 Centimetres – Experience 19

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‘What do you feel like eating for dinner?’ I ask an hour after you have come home from work, massaging your shoulders as you sip your cup of tea.

‘We are going out tonight’ was your reply, ‘And dress warm. It is snowing outside’.

I was expecting more information or some directions on what to wear but nothing came. I make my way upstairs to shower and get dressed. Well, if I get to decide what I am wearing, I am one hundred percent going in my comfort clothes of band t-shirt and cargo pants. I pull my mop of blonde curls up into a ponytail, apply some deodorant and perfume, adding some dark blue eye shadow and eye liner to shape my grey blue eyes. Putting on my black bra, skipping the underwear, I also pull a tank top over my head and put on some tights. I then put my favourite Nightwish t-shirt on and my navy camo cargo pants. A light jumper, some grey faux fur boots, tucking my pants into the top of my boots and pulling on my heavy winter jacket.

Taking one last look in the mirror and after correcting an unruly curl, I make my way downstairs where I join you. You are dressed in dark pants and a dark blue polo shirt with the top button undone. Your chest hair seen from the opening. There is a shine from your still damp hair from your shower. I had to bite my bottom lip, not to gasp. God, you looked so divine, blue is definitely your colour. I often wonder if my Master knew how much I was attracted to him. Those dark eyes that held so much life and that smile… that smile just makes everything better. It lights up the darkest of places.

‘Ok, ready to go?’ you ask as you wrap a scarf around your neck and pulling on your winter jacket.

‘I am” still expecting you to give me instructions of some kind but they never came. No comment on my clothing choice either. I follow you out the side door into the garage. You could feel the biting cold from the wintery weather from inside the enclosed space. I pull my jacket closer to my body as I climb into the car. And I forgot my gloves. Of course, I did.

But I was distracted, I had never been so confused before. We were going out and there was no playful element. No butt plug, no bullet vibrator, no secret act. Just normal. And it made me feel uneasy, like something was wrong and there was unquestionably something missing. Our car ride was silent, just the sound of the car engine and imagery of snowflakes falling consistently outside.

After some time, we arrive outside a vast theatre-like complex. I could not see any banners or signage that gave away what we were going to. Damn me and my curiosity. Waiting is always the hardest part. You park the car and we make our way to the entrance of the complex. The snow is steadily falling making it a slippery, wet and cold trek.

Coming up to the entrance, all the windows were blacked out, once again giving no hint as to what we were attending. The security presence was intimidating to say the least. Signs up everywhere clearly stating strictly no minors. When it is our turn to enter, the security guard asks for our identification and tickets. We both hand over of IDs which are carefully scrutinised before they are handed back to us. You hand the guard two black tickets that I glimpse the word Blackout on them. After the tickets are scanned, we are permitted access.

Walking into the lobby of the building, there are heavy purple velvet curtains hung over the walls. Black satin banners with white writing saying the words Blackout. You could hear the soft bass from some modern synthesised dance music. This did pique my interest as neither of us were the modern dance type people. We wander down a long corridor to enter the actual event.

Upon entering, I could do nothing but gasp for breath! What lay in front of my eyes was too much to behold. Every direction I turned my head, my eyes were met with paintings, displays, sculptures and screens displaying the most lewd and scandalous of scenes. The ambiance completed by darkness that was dimly lit by pillar candles in ornate silver candelabrum with spotlights directed at each artwork, highlighting each curve, shadow and the unmistakeable theme of the event. Bondage Discipline/Dominance Submissive/Sadism Masochism

I turn my head to look you in the eyes, my eyes so wide, my jaw open in shock. And you laughed at me!

‘With the things we get up to at home, this shouldn’t be so shocking, my slut. But, if you don’t close that mouth of yours, I will find a use for it’ you teasingly said.

I quickly snap my mouth shut, looking at the floor in embarrassment. You take my hand in yours, warming it from the chilly weather outside and lead me to the first of the displays. A floor to ceiling, framed painting. A scenery of a dungeon, a cloaked lord upon a throne-like chair. In front of him, his naked slave kneeling with chains attached to her arms and legs, kissing his feet. Red striped markings from a whip clearly on show over her naked body.

Next is a beautiful marble life size sculpture. A woman adıyaman escort carved in intricate detail, baring no clothes with the exception of a blind fold. She stands with her legs apart, her arms tied directly above her. Her head tipped slightly back with an unmistakable orgasmic expression on her face. Each curve, shadow and detail carved carefully into the exquisite white stone. You wrap your arms around my waist from behind. Your body pushed against mine. I could feel every breath you took, your warmth, your touch.

‘What are you thinking about?’ you spoke into my ear.

‘How very much I would like for you to tie me up like this. Vulnerable, naked, blind. It is enticing and a turn on to say the least’, I answer back. My eyes never wavering from the sight before me. My imagination taking me to a faraway place, a fantasy, a day dream.

You move the hair from my ponytail away from my neck and lightly kiss it, your teeth grazing the skin, sending goose bumps all of my body. ‘Oh, you will my slut, you will’ you murmur.

You lead me away from the sculpture to a wall of glass cabinets. Their contents lit carefully by small LED lights. Collars. An endless array of collars. Leather collars with rings, metal studs and straps. Their colour, style and width varied greatly. I never thought of them as an artwork but them laying there in the glass cabinets, they were something to be marvelled at. We across the section of day collars. Beautiful, exquisite designs. A powerful meaning contained within a collar in the shape of a necklace.

Something caught my attention with the day collars. The locking mechanism. It was a hex lock that required a tiny hex key to secure or unlock it. This was giving full control to your owner. Only they had the power to remove your collar from around your neck. And only they can be the one to place it there in the first place. How I long to feel mine around my bare neck. One day I think to myself as I reach up to touch my neck where my collar will be.

The next wall is a collection of toys. Dildos, vibrators, anal beads, gags, whips, gags, paddles, swatters, Ben Wa Balls, nipple clamps, nipple pumps. An assortment of the most mixed variety. Some I was very eager to try and I knew you knew what they were. I can feel the wetness between my legs start to amplify. My body was growing hot and the craving I have for you to use me is incredibly intense. But there is no time to focus on how I am feeling as you steer me toward the next display.

In the corner of the room is a solid timber chair that has leather cuffs secured to the arms and legs of the hair. The four-poster bed with stocks and anchor points for bondage play. A swing, beautifully presented with chains wrapped in black satin, vibrant blue flowers and foliage twisted around each one. There was an immense scorched timber X with torch flames either side in the middle of the room. The X was on a spinning podium that slowly revolved, the flames flickering in the dark.

Multiple TV screens showing short videos of deep throating, choking, anal play, every hole use, bondage, punishment, spanking, whipping, breeding, pain; each one playing their respected unique sounds of sucking, moaning, slapping, begging and instructions. One’s eyes could not help but be inundated and stimulated by the graphic scenes in front of you.

As we make our way through the exhibition, I become increasingly fidgety. My face starts to colour pink, my whole body heating up. I keep pulling at my clothing, trying to get some relief from the sudden sauna-like temperature I am suffering.

‘What’s the matter?’ you whisper in my ear. The smell of your cologne stimulating every one of my senses. It isn’t fair you smell so wonderful. It is a true weapon against us poor defenceless women.

‘I feel like I’m wearing too much clothing’ I whisper back while trying to fan my face.

‘How much is too much?’ you laughingly ask.

‘All of it’ I reply without thinking.

‘So, take it off then’ you mischievously say, your eyes daring me.

Without so much as a word, I start unbuttoning my winter jacket. I hand it to you with a grin on my face. Challenge accepted Master; I think to myself. Next my jumper, and my band t-shirt. I take my boots off and undo the button to my camo pants. Shimmering out of my camo pants, I hand them to you and go to take my tights off, when you stop me.

‘As much as I am enjoying you stripping in public my slut, you can’t walk around completely naked’ you say.

‘Can I at least take my bra off?’ I ask teasingly.

‘You may’ you answer, your eyes not leaving my body as I unclasp the bra from under my tank top and pull it out from under my shirt.

Layer upon layer removed. Now standing before you in just a tank top with my hard nipples poking through the thin material and dark tights. I was grateful they were dark tights, otherwise they would be showing the soaking wetness from my pussy for sure. After pulling my afşin escort boots back on, I take my discarded layers from you and wrap them up into a somewhat carriable pile and tuck them under my arm. Much better.

Happily walking in front of you, I suddenly stop as something catches my attention from the corner of my eye. It is a video of a girl; she must have been in her mid-twenties but she was dressed as a much younger girl. Her hair was in twin braids with ribbon, she was wearing a purple fairy costume with glitter wings, a tiara and laying on her stomach on a bed surrounded by animal stuffed toys. In front of her was a colouring in book and she was colouring. A man in a suit walked up to her and she became all excited and squealed ‘Daddy’, jumping up and kissing him excitedly.

He asked her how her day was and if she missed him. Calling her his little girl and praised her colouring and she held onto her stuffy elephant toy. Something inside me stirred, why did that scene feel right, why could I imagine myself as that girl? An adult, yet my inner child allowed to surface. What did that mean?

My mind was dizzy and confused and I think you knew that my Master. We still had some of the exhibition to see but you said that it was time to go home. I nodded my head in an agreement, gripping your hand as we walked through the hallways toward the exit. It was snowing lightly as we walked, but I could not feel it. The snow was melting as soon as it touched my skin.

On the drive home, I couldn’t sit still. Despite the snow outside, I was hot and restless. My mind filled with scenes that I never thought to imagine. Longing to feel your touch on my body, needing you to use me, my breathing fast yet short and shallow. My body trembling as it is sent into a hyper craving of desire. The outside world dissolving away and all I see, is you. My owner, the man who possesses my thoughts, who I give myself to willingly.

After parking the car, we both go inside where I sit down on the lounge. My mind a million miles away. You place a soft grey blanket around my shoulders and leave the room. I am not sure how long I sat there, locked away in my own thoughts but I you are suddenly in front of me, pulling me up towards you. You kiss my forehead, then my nose until at last, I feel your lips against mine. That kiss waking me from my trance. My lips lock with yours, deepening with every passing second. Who needs to breathe when they can kiss you, Master?

You pull away, my face turns into a put, I was really enjoying that kiss. Taking my hand, you lead me downstairs to the finished basement. Except for one lamp in the corner, the rest of the basement is dark. There are ropes suspended from the timber support beams on the ceiling, connected by anchor points. When did you install of this, I think to myself. Then again, I don’t exactly spend a lot of time in the basement.

Giving me two hand ties and ribbons, you instruct me to put my hair in piggy tails and to tie the ribbons over the tops of the hair ties. I go into the basement bathroom and remove my hair from its ponytail. My long curly hair was unruly in a ponytail. In piggy tails, it was volume times two. I couldn’t help but swish my hair from side to side, feeling my hair on each shoulder. It made me look so young, so innocent.

Coming out of the bathroom, you grab me and pull me under where the ropes are hanging from the ceiling. I am still wearing my tank top and tights so am a little bewildered when you start to secure my hands with the rope. Wrapping them around my wrists and making me stand in a star like position. They are tight but not uncomfortable. There is certainly no way I can escape them without your help. With a pair of scissors, you make quick work of removing my tank top and tights. I can feel the cold steel against my skin as you snip away the material.

From behind me, you gently push a ball gag into my mouth, the leather strap affixing it to my head, pushing my jaw and teeth apart. My tongue running along the shape of the hard silicone ball now inside my mouth. You place a dark blue, padded, satin blindfold over my eyes. The world suddenly plunged into darkness. I feel your fingers wrap around my piggy tails, pulling my head backward. Soft, feather like kisses just below my ear, that become more forceful until I feel your teeth bite into my pale white flesh. The sharpness sending tingling sensations all over my body, awakening every nerve. I tried to express this with a moan but the gag muffled any sound I could attempt to make.

I feel the release of your fingers from my hair, my ears trying to carefully listen as to where my Master was. You had taken away my ability to speak and to see so my other senses had to quickly adapt and make up for the losses. You would have made an excellent ninja Master, as the raw stinging pain I felt as the belt hit my arse, I did not hear coming. It didn’t hurt as such but it did catch me by surprise and I drew as deep afyon escort breath in as I could, before I felt the belt against my flesh again. The belt making your mark on my skin, turning it red in colour.

You cracked the belt again against my arse and again and again. Each slap feeling more raw and piercing than the last making me jump and hop, switching between each leg, trying to ease some of the pain. I can feel tears start to form in my eyes. I don’t remember how many times that belt touches my arse but I do know it is not going to be comfortable sitting down for the next couple of days. At last, the slapping stops and I can regain my composure and my arse can rest. Or so I thought…

The familiar buzzing sound of a toy approaches. You run the vibrator over my hardened nipples, down my stomach, pausing on my clit for a few seconds before pushing it into my pussy. And how I loved it! My sodden pussy walls engulfed the vibrator, pulling it deeply and further inside. The vibrations coursing through every part of my body, sending pleasure and feelings of exhilaration every nanosecond.

You start to steadily move the vibrator in and out of my wet cunt, rubbing my clit at the same time. Making me push against your fingers trying to feel more, wanting to reach to a higher place, needing to. In and out, repetitious as those actions where, they did not feel like that to me. There was a building inside of me, a climax not too far off. But I knew you too well to just let me orgasm so quickly. No, you were not done playing with me just yet.

Mere seconds after I had that thought, you turn off the vibrator, slapping my clit three times before removing the toy from my pussy. The emptiness it felt when the toy was removed was sorrowful. I hear your hypnotic voice ‘Each spank, you need to count. As you cannot speak, you will count using your fingers. You will be punished if you miss a count’.

And just like that a sharp slap across my left breast. With the suddenness of the slap, I almost forgot to put one of my fingers up to start the count and remembered just in time. Another slap on my cunt, causing me to jump. A second finger up. Another slap, this time against the back of my thighs. This one caused me to squirm, the pain a lot more intense than my breasts and cunt, my arse even. I shakily put-up finger number three. On and on it went, never knowing where you would use the belt next, my breasts, stomach, cunt, arse, thighs, all baring red markings. A guessing game if you will. I just had to focus on the count and trying not to drool everywhere with the gag being in my mouth.

When you reached thirty-one, you stopped, giving me a chance to catch my breath and become aware of where the belt had met its mark. It stung but it also was pleasurable. It was an intense sensation and with being naked in front of you, vulnerable and bound, the feeling was powerful and left me feverish. I shuffle on my feet, restless. Unable to see you but wanting to feel your delightful and seductive touch.

I feel the leather of the belt wrap around my neck, you tighten it. Tighter and tighter it hugs around my neck, putting pressure against my airway. You adjust my body by pulling my arse back against your naked body. Your fingers running over my back and arse. I feel your hands pulling my arse cheeks apart and your swollen cock dripping with pre-cum between my legs. You rub your cock against my slit toward my arsehole and back to my pussy opening. Ever the tease and I have no idea which hole you will choose to take.

I whimper softly, which you cannot hear through the gag. You are teasing me again Master! I just want to feel you inside me. Happily, for me, at that precise moment, you drive your hard cock into my warm and waiting cunt. Your grip on the belt stiffens as you tighten its hold around my neck. Sliding into my warm slit over and over. Bringing me to a place that can only be described like climbing a mountain. Going higher and higher until you reach the top, the peak. The belt becoming tighter, choking me a little at first to a lot as your pace quickens. My breathing becomes shallow as you start to slam into my cunt, a wet slapping sound resonating off the walls as I become so close to the edge, I could just dive off it.

The belt becomes tighter again as you quicken your pace, driving into me, impaling me on your godlike shaft constantly. You grunt to hold my breath as you choke me with the belt, your thrusting becoming more and more earnest. Being on the edge is one of the most exhilarating yet excruciating ordeals one could ever experience. The waiting, the build-up, the teasing, the patience, all lead up to this one elated moment.

After what felt like ages but would have been mere moments, you whisper those words I so longingly needed to hear. ‘Cum now slut’. And cum I did. A ripple of orgasmic energy that had stockpiled during the course of the night was finally free. Taking me to a higher high where my pussy clamped onto my owner’s cock, locking him deep within as he pumped his hot sticky seed deep inside me. My entire body quivered, wracked with powerful convulsions, as wave after wave of my climax hit. My teeth biting into the gag. The choking adding another dynamic of not just sending me to the clouds but to the stars.

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