Mistress Red Fox Becoming a Devotee Pt. 02

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After the first session with Mistress Red I was totally enthralled. We’d been in communication a little, but mostly I’d been busy writing. I’d finished chapter 1 of this story and was wondering what chapter 2 might include. I’d submitted the chapter to Mistress Red for her approval and was waiting for her feedback, before sending the final script to Literotica.

On Mistress Red’s orders I was spending more time each day with three little rubber O rings fitted over the head of my cock to use as glans rings. A normal glans ring fits under the head of the cock, to ensure that it stays erect to simulate the woman during penetration. These rings were doing the exact opposite.

The black rubber O rings were only 18 mm, just less than 3/4 of an inch in diameter. I’d found out that if I used three or four of them, carefully pulling and sliding them over the sensitive glans to fit under the corona, my foreskin would be forced to remain fully retracted.

My cock looked like a mini version of the stretched neck of an African women with metal rings elongating their necks. The rings keep the sensitive glans of my cock out from its usual protection of my foreskin, meaning constant stimulation with every footstep. They make it necessary to sit down to piss and each time I do, the little head of my cock gets engorged before I can release anything.

The crucial point though, is that my small cock simply can’t get hard once the rings are in place. My manhood is kept as my little clit, according to Mistress Red. An erection is completely impossible with the rings in place.

Mistress Red loves the look of them on her slut, and that when they are in place she effectively has complete control of my cock. She can keep it small as a clit and prevent me from wanking or cumming. Even though I could take them off at any time, I don’t. I want to please her and I never know when she might tell me to pop into a men’s room to take a photo of them to send to her.

As the days passed from the first session, she demanded that I wore them more frequently and for longer. My cock was getting smaller and it seemed to be getting used to that, just as she had planned. I wondered if I’d be allowed any erections in the future.

As a guy who for years has wanked at least once a day while reading some kinky story on Literotica, I’d not cum for two weeks. I was building up a serious backlog of cum in my balls, and it made me hornier and more submissive.

Late one night I was wandering through the kinkier aspects of the net, and I ended up perusing some delightful pics. I saw a stunning image of a beautiful Mistress with fabulous heels and a gloriously huge strap-on with the perfect tagline “I peg therefore I am.” I sent a link to Mistress Red saying “Philosophy ummmm”.

I sat on the sofa with my glass of wine and laptop, waiting. A few minutes passed and the words I’d desperately longed for flashed up, “Let’s do it piglet!”.

Could she really mean that, or was this just more roleplay? Although Mistress had plugged me at the end of the last session, now she was talking about actually fucking my sissy ass pussy. That was a whole ball game.

I responded as she knew I would, “Please make me your bitch Mistress Red.” There was nothing in the world I wanted more.

I could almost hear her chuckling over the computer lines, “You are such a slut, such a complete slut.”

“Indeed I am Mistress Red, your little fat piglet of a slut, you bring out the inner slut in me.”

“Have you got my rings in place on that dirty pathetic little clit of yours?”

“No Mistress sorry I haven’t.” She hadn’t told me I needed them in place, but I realised that I should have anticipated her command.

“Don’t say sorry, you stupid little slut, go and get them in place right away and send me the photo.” Shit I’d got this one wrong.

I ran to the bathroom and put the three O rings in place. It was difficult as I was partially erect, but I pulled and squashed my cockhead until they were in place, doing their job keeping me flaccid. Then I took the photo and sent it to her. “How long would you like them in place Mistress Red?”

“For the entire night bitch, they should have been on earlier in the day and you know that.”

“Yes Mistress, it won’t happen again.”

Tagging her into another photo, this time it was a Mistress with a big white strap on cock starting to take a shaved sissy. Her response this time was to say, “Your tears and snivelling will be so HOT to me.”

Then she was gone.

I was so turned on at the interactions with Mistress Red that I had a few drinks too many one night on a weekend. My family were away and I got a little drunk. I thought it was a good idea to extend my shaving regime, hoping that it would please her, or at the very least amuse her.

Previously I’d only shaved my balls and ass pussy crack, but this time I went much further. Once I’d finished shaving, I had a moment or two and thought what the fuck, how am I going to hide this, istanbul escort but then horniness took over. I began posting pics of a freshly shaved me online, with my freshly shaved armpits, chest, everywhere around cock and balls, even the landing strip and ass crack. Way more than I’d ever done before and something I have to hide for a while.

Mistress Red messaged me the following morning, “Bravo piglet, as bald as a bandicoot, just the way I like you.”

Mistress Red then came back about my story, I was desperate to get it published – so, so keen. “Hi Piglet, I have just been through your masterpiece again, fixed a bit of grammar here and there, and attached it to this email. I reckon it’s good to go!” I was utterly elated, although maybe I should have paid a little more heed to her comment, “Fixed a bit of grammar here and there”.

“It’s so exciting and we should celebrate appropriately soon, don’t you think?” When I read this I was beside myself. Just the idea of seeing Mistress again was wonderful.

“Hi Mistress Red I’m so, so pleased you liked it. I think it will be a great read for a lot of horny Mistresses and subs alike. With a bit of luck it should also educate a few people.” I just hoped that it would get good readership numbers and preferably score over 4.5 and remain a HOT story. I knew from experience that drove higher readership numbers as did multiple chapters. So I was keen to get the second chapter completed.

“Well I say it’s time to celebrate. Come to the dungeon at 3pm on Thursday this week.” This from Mistress Red on the Monday evening. I was utterly transfixed at the prospect, especially as Mistress Red said she wanted to take me with her big new strap-on. I’d been longing for this since we first started communicating. She was strong, powerful and beautiful. I longed for her to take me until I begged for more, and for her to make me her sissy bitch.

I awoke the following morning incredibly horny. I knew I shouldn’t, but I simply couldn’t resist, I had to text Mistress Red.

“Should I practice with my dildo and plug so that I’m not too tight for your big one Mistress?” I did have real concern that Mistress Red’s biggest cock might be too much for me to take, if I wasn’t at least a little loose. Then again, as a a size queen I was desperate for her to plug my depths and wanted to be open enough to take a good hard fucking. Being on all fours for Mistress Red as she pushed the plug home in session one was an amazing feeling. But the thought of her lining up behind me wearing her strap on, was a different kettle of fish.

“Yes you better practice, so no tears ruin your makeup slut.” I could imagine Mistress Red’s smile as she texted.

“But I thought you liked the idea of me crying and making my makeup run?” I’d never been much of a pain slut, but the desire to please and satisfy Mistress Red’s latent sadism was intoxicating. I hoped my brain wasn’t writing cheques that my body couldn’t cash.

Mistress Red replied, “The running mascara would make a striking photo, but it would be wasted, as you could never share it or risk it being seen dammit!!” I could sense her frustration.

I didn’t want to let Mistress down, there had to be a way to show the photo if she made me cry for real. I hoped it would please her. She seemed so disappointed that her handiwork couldn’t go on the web. I had to make this happen.

“We must be able to take a pic with the tears and mascara and saliva or a dildo in place that makes me not recognisable so it can go online?” As ever, I was so keen to please and wanted the images for my profile. Just the idea had me breathless, but the reality of being made to cry was outside my comprehension. Then again, sluttiness always overcomes logic for a slut.

“True, I’m sure we can.” Now, it just meant me taking enough punishment to actually cry for Mistress.

“I’ll make sure I’m ready for you Mistress Red, I’ll go straight home and open my asspussy up with my dildo then I’ll push the plug in. It’s just that in the past going into session when I was tight has always been pretty tricky, especially bearing in mind the size of your new cock. I have the O rings on my clit head already Mistress Red.”

“Good slut, now take a photo of those O rings next time you’re in the men’s room and send it to me. I love seeing you all squished up and controlled for me, knowing that I’m controlling you when you’re not even with me, pleases me”

“Yes Mistress I’ll take the photo right now. Would you like it if I came back to work fully plugged, in my panties and with the rings still in place?” I know what you’re thinking – such an absolutely desperate slut. But what choice have you got when that’s the way you feel in your soul.

“Oh yes. If only your colleagues knew!” I knew that the thought of me in panties, clit head exposed and butt plugged with my biggest plug as I sat working in an open plan office, would give Mistress some chuckles for the afternoon and possibly make her moist. After escort bayan all, pleasing your Mistress is the greatest joy possible.

I raced to the men’s room and took the photo and attached it to the text message and sent it. Then back to my desk to wait for Mistress’s text.

“Excellent, it looks so good. Enjoy your day slave. That’s an order.” I couldn’t leave the office fast enough, desperate to carry out the remainder of Mistress’s orders.

“Will do, thankyou Mistress. I’ll be plugged in fifteen minutes. Then for only the second time ever, I’ll be wearing the plug out in the open. I’ll be plugged all afternoon. Have a great day.” This was beyond my wildest dreams. Only once on a work trip had I plugged myself and then left the hotel for a meal plugged. It had been uncomfortable, but an intense turn on.

“Sorry one last question Are you OK for me to post these pics online please, as it was under your instructions?”

“We have to share the kink!” Simple and to the point, an order to be carried out.

I raced home, stripped naked, and took the shower head off the shower hose. I cleaned my asspussy out as quickly as I could and sniffed on some old poppers, applied my nipple clamps and lubed up my dildo. I knelt on the bathroom floor and positioned the head of my eight inch dildo at my pussy entrance. I waited for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of the dildo starting to up open my ass pussy as the poppers began to take effect, and the dull throb grew in each nipple.

Then I sniffed long and hard once more and lowered myself an inch. Now the head of the cock was in and I knew Mistress Red would want me to do this quickly. I took another long sniff and lowered myself down on all eight inches in one swift motion, moaning out with a mixture of pleasure and pain as I took the whole cock. I then rode it up and down, the plug stayed suctioned on the floor, so I worked until I thought I was loose enough.

Time was running out. I needed to get back to the office quickly, so I suctioned the plug onto the toilet seat and stood astride it. Gingerly removing the dildo and dropping it into the sink, I lined up the big red plug with my now gaping hole. Taking this plug was never easy, it had no give in it at all and was a full two and a half inches in diameter. I lowered myself a little then rose up again. Plugging one nostril, I sniffed long and hard on the little bottle of poppers and lowered myself a little more.

Another ten minutes of sniffing and squatting, rising and lowering, taking it bit by bit, stretching me more and more, until that glorious moment of the maximum opening. That moment where as a slut you know it’s close, but it’s so big you can’t be sure if you can actually take the pain or the plug. Then one more little movement and your ass muscles clench on the snap back of the plug, and eagerly pull and slam it deep into your asspussy. It’s a precious moment and I was fully plugged. I tidied up, pressed the plug in as far as the base would allow, pulled on an undersized pair of bikini bottoms, and pulled them tight between my big butt cheeks to hold the plug in deep. Then I dressed and returned to the office for an afternoon of discomfort and pleasure, trying to walk normally and act as though nothing was unusual.

It was a highly stimulating afternoon. Work was hard but still weirdly productive.

Wednesday morning, I woke up happy. One sleep to go. I had the timer set on my phone counting down to 3pm on Thursday.

Once I’d showered, I texted Mistress Red. “I’m off for a meeting with the Mayor shortly. How would Mistress Red like me to be accessorised?”

There was a short delay with no reply and I needed to get off to the meeting, so I plugged in anticipation of Mistress’s reply, and arrived at the meeting somewhat uncomfortable and stretched to the limit.

As I sat squirming in my chair, moving from side to side to try and accomodate the plug and concentrate on the meeting, my text pinged silently. “I definitely like the idea of the O rings on your slutty horny clit.” Ohhh no, I’d done the wrong thing. I just had to admit it and hope that Mistress wouldn’t be cross with me.

“Mistress I came out with the plug in and panties on, wow what a buzz. Will go home for the O rings shortly, they keep it so small and sensitive.” I hoped that would be OK, sitting through the meeting was truly surreal, moving from side to side with my asspussy held wide, wide open, trying not to give anything away at all.

“Haha that’s OK, I was busy, but at least you took some initiative.” Thank goodness for that. What an absolute relief to not have displeased Mistress Red.

“How long would you like me to remain plugged today Mistress Red?”

“Until three.” Shit that would be a full six hours. I’d certainly have worked my asspussy over really well by then, and it would be the longest time I’d ever been plugged especially with a plug of this diameter.

“Oooooooo I like it. Have a great distracted afternoon my pork Pendik escort chop.”

“Your piglet will think of nothing but you, clit head being rubbed by tight panties which are pulled tight between pig’s big butt cheeks holding plug in deep. I’m your obedient piggie sissy slut. Bye have a fab day.”

At 2.55 pm I texted once more, “Longest ten minutes of my life, waiting to unplug. What a day thanks, only 5 mins to go.”

“Tee hee!”

“Thought that might amuse you. It has been a truly wild day. Without any form of stimulant, I’ve been as high as a kite with my rude bits in sensory overload. All thanks to you Mistress. Do you require any preparations of me tomorrow other than being freshly shaved and immaculately clean inside and out.”

“No, that should be just perfect. It’s just a shame I can’t leave my marks all over you. Poor little bottie gets such a hiding.” I could hear her disappointment at the issue, she just wanted to give the punishment she thought I deserved, but was so worried about leaving marks which might be seen.

“Don’t worry Mistress Red, you can leave more marks than last time: chest, tits, back, thighs. I have to keep my top anyway as no chest hair, so that’s all good. Emma almost always goes to bed before me. I’m just going to do my best to take what you dish out, but just so long as the marks go away in a few days.” Would this reassure Mistress? I hoped so. No reply, so I tried to add more reassuring comments.

“Like you said you wanna see me cry. Lots of fresh poppers will help with the pain thresholds too. All I’d ask is that you take all the photos you like, then we can work on them after the session. Also other places can’t be seen can be marked, but they’re the very sensitive places. Mistress does that reassure you a little bit?”

“Oh that’s excellent news!”

“Brilliant. Use my body as your canvas. I think (fucking hope) that I can take it. Obviously need to steer clear of much harder than a hard slap on the face (although I think those fade quickly), and probably calves as I wear shorts, but the rest is yours Mistress. God I’m really talking myself into a corner, aren’t I?” Often slutty subs talk themselves into way more than they can take. We’d see if I was doing that.

“Ohh and I’ve got a bottle of champagne as I thought that would go with your idea of a celebration.”

“Way hay I love bubbles, that will be perfect.” Thinking of Mistress smiling was a true reward.

One more sleep, pyjamas on to hide the lack of hair, I went to sleep thinking of Mistress and hoping that she’d fill my ass pussy and fuck it really hard.

I woke on the morning of the session Fuck I was excited. I showered, cleaned out my asspussy until it was pristine, shaved my chest, armpits, balls and ass crack again even the strip above my cock. I was cleaner than I’d ever been and looked less masculine than ever, and I loved it.

I waited for the morning to pass, the hands of the clock slowed the closer we got. Then a text came through.

“Now, just to get you in the mindset for this avo – I am your editor. I get you in to celebrate finally getting your work published. You think I’m kinda geeky and bossy but have no idea I have a pathological problem when people don’t adhere to proper grammar etc. I know you’re quite interested in BDSM because naturally, I have read your work. But you’ve only ever had the odd kinky lover and detest pain. You will be scared because it will dawn on you fairly quickly that I am punishing you purely for my own psycho reasons. You address me as your editor Miss Red. Got it?

“Sounds wonderful, I love it especially the grammar aspect. So I just leave my kink bag in the interview area should you need anything from it? I look forward to celebrating with you Miss Red. See you at 3pm.”

“Yes to the kink bag. Excellent. Too exciting!”

I was intensely excited sitting in the office in tight cream panties and I loved that no one had a clue. I’d bought a fresh bottle of poppers which remained unopened as they are always at their most potent straight after opening. I texted, “I think I might need to sniff a lot today if that’s OK with you. Not sure how to occupy my mind for the next four hours, the anticipation is exquisite.”

“Terrible for work concentration! We can pop your head off Piglet.” The wonderful thing was that Mistress Red sounded almost excited as I was. Her excitement added to mine.

“Fuck that sounds amazing, see you soon.”

I went back home an hour before the allotted time and checked that I was as clean as could be. I drank bottle after bottle of water to ensure that I was hydrated, worrying a little what would happen if I needed to piss. I knew that Mistress Red was not into watersports, so hoped I wouldn’t need to go.

I sat down to waste the extra ten minutes I had, sliding my hand under my shirt to stroke my tits (as Mistress Red referred to them). Smooth with sensitive nipples, I was hugely turned on.

I got the champagne out of the fridge, picked up the kink bag, and set off for the twenty five minute journey, my heart rate rising with each minute.

I arrived 15 minutes early as planned and waited in the car park just down the road. I used the public toilet for one more sit down piss.

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Pat’s Panty Slave Ch. 02

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Continuing story of Pat’s Panty Slave,

It had been a couple of weeks since my secret of dressing in womens underwear had been uncovered by my neighbour, Pat. She had caught me in her bedroom, on her bed, wearing her lingerie, and playing with one of her dildoes. To say I was embarassed was an understatement, but worse was to follow. Her Daughter, Jo, knew and reminded me of that fact every time she saw me. My Wife was still unaware of my little problem, so at least Pat had kept her word about not telling her, as long as I did as I was told. This obviously was an open invitation for her to do with me as she pleased.

The day had came where again I was alone for the day, my Wife and kids had headed out, and were staying over at her Parents, who lived out of town. Pat found out, and my degradation was set to continue…

I had a phone call from Pat that morning, telling me to go out and buy some new underwear to fit me. It all had to be black and racy, and the full ensemble. When I returned home I noticed a contractors van parked outside the house. A note was pinned to the door, telling me to put the underwear on under my own clothes and come next door. As I was getting dressed I could hear hammering and sawing coming from Pat’s house and I began to panic.

Still I did as I was told, and headed next door. Pat let me in and told me I was in for a treat today. She had a strange glint in her eye that worried me a little. As I walked in I could hear 2 men’s voices from her dining room. She told me that she was having some work done and not to worry!! She told me to go to her bedroom, strip to my new underwear, put on a blindfold she had left out and assume my postion on the floor in the middle of the room. By now my cock was straining in the confines of the lacy black thong I was wearing, and pre-cum was bubbling from the head. As I knelt there, I heard Pendik Yabancı Escort Pat enter the room. She said that as I was now her slave I was her’s to do with as she pleased. I nodded in agreement, knowing that if my Wife found out, I would lose her and the kids.

I then felt her presence in front of me. She then removed the blindfold, and a vision of beauty stood before me. She was dressed all in black, with stilletoes, stockings, peep-hole bra, and a strap-on dildo hung between her luscious legs. I was beholden to her and she knew it.

I leaned forward and began to lick the head of her cock, I moved my hands toward it, but she stopped me and proceeded to cuff them behind my back. She began to probe my mouth, slowly at first then speeding up as her 1st orgasm rippled through her. By now my throat was red raw with the pounding it was receiving, but I was enjoying it, and she knew it. She then withdrew it and sat in a chair to compose herself.

Then she hit me with the problem!! She hadn’t got enough money to pay the builders for the work they had done today. I was to be the payment! As I protested she replaced the blindfold and placed and ball gag over my mouth. I heard her call out to the builders to come up stairs, and I began to panic, but I could do nothing. I was about to be offered to 2 burly builders for their pleasure. I sank resigned to my fate.

I heard both men enter the room, where they then saw me sat on the floor, and Pat told them that she couldn’t afford todays work, but that she had something to offer them in lieu of money, ME!! As I was blindfolded I couldn’t see the bemused looks they gave. The 1st builder, Dave a black guy aged about 40, looked me up and down, and said that if “she’s willing, I’m able” Pat told them that her sissy slave will do anything they desired,then she took off the ball gag. The Pendik Yeni Escort men then realised that, I was infact a man dressed as a woman, but after a quick discussion, decided that they would be happy with this method of payment.

Dave then said to his mate, Steve, to go first so as to “break him in for me” Steve removed my blindfold, stepped back and removed his clothes. He was white and aged about 25. When he was stood in front of me I noticed his beautiful looking cock, about 7″ long and stood to attention. I leaned forward and began to lick the head, but being young he wanted it quick, so he grabbed my head and rammed the full length in and proceeded to fuck my face. Pat settled on her chair and began to film todays events, making sure to get good close-ups of my face being filled with cock. Dave, who had also stripped was slowly stroking his flaccid member that I saw was already about 7″ long. Steve continued pumping until I heard him say that he was close to cumming. Pat instructed me not to spill a drop. Then after a few moments Steve screamed as he unleashed his cum into my now filling mouth. He continued to pump as I tried to swallow, I then caught my tooth on his cock, and he shouted angrily and whacked me to the side of my head making me fall onto my side. My cock was gushing cum all over my underwear, I had never felt so excited and scared all at the same time.

Dave then came over and lifted me upright, he then proceeded to slap my face with his now huge, rock hard cock. He looked down at me and said “suck it good” I looked up and opened my now willing mouth. Pat had now put the camera down and was caressing Steve’s limp cock back to life.

I took about half of Dave’s cock before I began to gag at it’s length, he then grabbed my head and slammed the rest in till his huge balls began to bounce off my chin. Steve and Pat Pendik Masaj Salonu had now moved to the bed and she was about to take his cock. After 10mins of furious face fucking, Dave decided he wanted my arse. He removed his cock from my mouth and in one movement had me face down on the floor, my arms still cuffed behind me. He then pulled the thong to the side and plunged his saliva lubed cock into my arse. I screamed out in agony as it began to tear me apart.

None of us had seen or heard Jo enter the room, she watched the ensuing orgy going on in her Mum’s bedroom and proceeded to take off her clothes. She then approached me and straddled my back as she began to kiss Dave. Dave did’nt change his tempo and continued to fuck my arse at great pace. Jo then slid down my back and on laying open legged on the floor in front of my face, ordered me to eat her pussy. I opened my tear strained eyes to see a freshly fucked hole in front of me that was oozing cum, who’s I didn’t know. She then grabbed my head and pressed my face to her cunt. I licked and sucked all that I could till she began to scream to a beautiful orgasm. Dave also began to pump his cock harder as he began the throes of his cumming too. I lay there wondering if my cavity could take all he had to offer. It wasn’t long before I found out. He screamed as he exploded in my arse. Jo held my face against her pussy as she drew to a second orgasm.

Whilst all this was going on, Steve had been fucking Pat on the bed and had unleashed his cum into her cunt. Pat then ordered me to “clean my pussy up, sissy boy” I crawled across the room to where Pat sat on the edge of her bed and proceeded to lap up Steve’s cum from her now swollen pussy. I was in heaven but could only admit it to myself.

Once finished, Pat had me wank each man to another orgasm over my face. I was then told to leave the house in the underwear I was wearing and cum covered face and go home. I couldn’t move very fast as my legs were still buckling from the severe fucking I had received. Once home I showered and recovered before I reminisced about the afternoons events, and wondered when I would be called upon again….

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Aimee

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It was hard to concentrate on the financial model displayed on my laptop. At any moment, I was expecting the arrival of Aimee to my hotel room and my cock was already hard; the pre-cum creating a wet spot on my tented jeans.

We had begun communications following a story she had posted here on Literotica. She and her husband Will were clearly going through a difficult patch in their marriage and our early emails focused on my helping them to heal.

There was, however, an undertone of submissiveness to Aimee’s emails. Her Husband had sought to meet this need of her but it had proved difficult while still maintaining a happy and balanced relationship. I began to realize that I could be of help to them both……. And I could have a great deal of fun doing so.

I began to display dominance to Aimee in our emails. I began by asking questions, which, over time, began to be instructions. I played on her sexual reaction to both my posted stories as well as my revelations to her concerning the various sluts I kept online.

My emails grew to occasional chat’s; each one becoming more lurid until they were soon feeding Aimee’s and Will’s fantasies. Their sex life, good even at the worst times, was now exploding each evening and frequently extended to early mornings with Aimee sucking Will’s cock prior to waking the children for school.

I also was enjoying the emails and chats….. as I did with all my sluts and other female friends online.

Then I happened to mention in an email that I was traveling on business and would be spending a few days in Cleveland. Unbeknownst to me, Will and Aimee lived in a suburb of Cleveland and the thought of actually submitting to me quickly sprang to Aimee’s mind. Her submission to me had become the subject of Will and Aimee’s fantasies for awhile and the thought of it actually coming true was intensely erotic for them both.

I was surprised to read the email where Aimee proposed meeting me. Since my wild days in Russia, I had actually limited myself to online playing…….

But, I am, after all, only a man. The thought of this 30-something submissive woman becoming my sexual toy for an evening…. Well that certainly sounded better than the hotel “Adult Movie” selections.

And so it was….

It was still early in the evening when I heard someone knocking at my door.

I walked slowly to the door and peered through the peep hole at a beautiful woman looking nervously around.

I opened the door and could not help but smile at the vision before me. A short, beautiful blonde with absolutely massive breasts swelling beneath a thin, attractive blouse and “fashion” jeans stood before me. She looked distinctly apprehensive as she smiled nervously in return to my own warm expression. .

“You look lovely A… come in” I said motioning her to enter.

“G-g- good to see you…. Oliver……… “Aimee stammered, clearly nervous even as she entered the room.

I closed the door behind me and turned to see Aimee standing there looking anxiously around.

“Go on…” I said shooing her into the living room area of the suite.

I brushed past her and sat in the stuffed chair, leaving her standing nervously in the room.

“I-I-I don’t think I can do this Oliver” Aimee said looking at me pleadingly.

I smiled and stood up in front of her. Her eyes went to the floor but I raised her chin until she was looking directly up at me.

“You don’t want to disappoint Will, do you?” I said softly.

I moved her chin in a negative response.

“You don’t want to disappoint yourself, do you?” I said, again moving her chin gently back and forth again.

“You certainly don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”

“No, but its just that….” My fingers suddenly tightening on her chin cause her to pause.

“Sir, A” I murmured.

“No, I-I-I ….”

“Sir! ” I repeated more darkly this time, my fingers turning her chin white.

“No, Sir…” Aimee said meekly.

I moved my mouth next to her ear…. “Louder” I almost whispered.

“No, Sir!” she said louder this time.

I released her chin and gently caressed her face, my fingers trailing across her face as I walked behind her, admiring the woman before me. My fingers played in her blonde hair.

Standing so that her ass was now pressed against me, I leaned in, my breath hot on her neck.

“Are you wet?” I murmured into her ear even as my hands caressed her shoulders and arms and moved down to her waist.

“I- I-I don’t know Sir, I’m so nervous…” she almost squeaked.

Now my hands roamed over her huge breasts, “Double D’s” as she had promised. I let my hot breath caress her neck.

“Oh..oh..” she began.

“I think we should find out, don’t you A?”

“Yes Sir” Aimee replied quickly her breathing deepening…….

My hand slid down her belly and un-buckled the fashion belt and just as quickly the jean’s button; even as my other hand caressed a large, firm breast over her blouse.

I slide my hand down her abdomen… she wasn’t wearing panties as I had instructed.

My finger slid across Kartal Grup Escort her trimmed pussy over her clit and into her obviously moist pussy. My fingers curled deeply into her pussy as I almost lifted her up with my hand.

“Oh I would say you are wet, Aimee” I muttered… my fingers curling in and out of her.

I pulled my hand out and put my fingers on her lips…… “Taste yourself…” I instructed.

Aimee’s tongue began to tentatively lick at me fingers but I jammed them into her mouth.

“Suck my fingers clean….”

Her lips closed on my hand as I slowly withdrew it from her mouth.

“How do you taste tonight?” I asked.

“G-g-good Sir…” Aimee answered.

“Hmmmmm…. I wonder….” I said plunging my hand back down and into her pussy, my curling fingers scooping her wet up.

As I pulled my hand out, I released her breast and walked around until I was standing close to her and staring down into her eyes.

I brought my fingers up to my mouth and touched the tip of them to my tongue. “Mmmmm…. Yes, quite tasty…. I do love the taste of a woman in heat”, I said, a smirk crossing my face.

My eyes locked on hers, I slowly wiped my pussy juice covered fingers across her face and over her mouth……. Her tongue reflexively licked the juice from her lips….

“Yes….. Quite tasty….” I repeated.

I returned to my chair and sat back studying her as she stood there breathing heavily but still shifting nervously.

“Take your clothes off” I ordered firmly.

With only the slightest hesitation, Aimee placed her large purse on the table and began unbuttoning her blouse, taking it off and laying it also on the table.

She wiggled her jeans down, stepping out of them before folding them next to her blouse.

She stood and looked at me……. Now wearing only the bra holding in her heavy breasts.

I said nothing, just continued to stare at her.

Aimee reached behind and un-snapped her bra, catching it in her hands as it slide down off her breasts. Her tits sagged under their own weight, but tipped with pink nipples set on large areolas, they were magnificent.

“Suck your tit…” I instructed.

Her eyes locked on mine, Aimee used both hands to lift her right breast up and noisily sucked the nipple…

I watched, my cock now achingly hard in my jeans. I couldn’t help but rub it as I watched her perform.

“Now the other….” I said, watching as she repeated the effort with her left breast.

Hardly skinny, she had a beautiful, womanly body…… which my eyes continued to admire and my cock continued to desire.

But she needed more from me than my admiration or even my lust.

“That’s enough…..” I instructed.

“Get down on your hands and knees and come here……. Slut”. I said slowly and distinctly.

Her eyes flared at the word “slut”. In our earlier emails, she had expressed to me her objections to the derisive term.

I met her angry eyes with my own raised eyebrows.

“Do we have a problem, A”? I asked.

“I thought we had uhhh t-t-talked about that…” she said her eyes wavering.

“Come here A” I said motioning over to lap.

She slowly walked over to my chair and began to sit on my lap.

“No!” I said sharply. “Lay across it”

Aimee looked shocked but followed my instructions, awkwardly positioning herself face down across my lap and the arms of the chair.

I allowed myself a soft caress of her full ass displayed before me. I could feel her body shaking as my fingers grazed her pussy and caressed the back of her thighs.

My open hand came down hard on her ass cheek with a loud “THWAAK”

Her hands reflexively moved to protect her butt, but I roughly pulled them away.

“THWAAK”

“THWAAK”

“THWAAK”

The spanks came down repeatedly on her quivering ass cheeks. I could hear her begin to whimper softly as my hand reddened her round ass cheeks.

“Do you know why you are being punished, A?” I said, resting my hand on her now glowing ass.

“N-n-no sir….” Aimee moaned.

“Well…. There are several reasons, actually……” I replied.

“First….. if I want to call you Slut…..”

“THWAAK”

“THWAAK”

“THWAAK”

My hand came down, stinging the reddest part of her ass.

“I will………. Do you understand?”

“Y-y-yes Sir….” She whined.

“THWAAK”

“What are you A?” I asked sweetly.

“THWAAK” My hand encouraged her after a brief delay.

“OUGHHHH……. I-I –I’m a slut sir……”

“THWAAK”

“Yes you are A, A nasty fucking slut!” I intoned.

“THWAAK”

“Now the second reason you are being punished…….” I continued.

“THWAAK”

“…is because you forgot to address me as Sir and we simply cannot have that”

“THWAAK”

“THWAAK”

“THWAAK”

Aimee was beginning to sob now…

“P-p-please Sir, I-I-I’ll be good…..” She whimpered again.

I caressed her head, wiping her tears away with my hand.

“There, there, A, none of that…”

“There’s Kartal Manken Escort another reason…. Do you know what that is?”

Her body tensed expecting another hard spank…. But it did not come.

My hand caressed her ass and my fingers began teasing and exploring her pussy, soaking with her arousal.

“Because you enjoy it don’t you? ” I let my fingers, wet from her pussy slide down over and around her clit.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh” was all Aimee could moan, as I began to sensuously masturbate her; sliding my fingers around her hood, occasionally flicking at her clit now swollen and eager.

My cock was aching to get out as it reacted to her body grinding against it.

Her legs spread apart, one falling to the floor as I played in her wet crotch.

She began to hump against my hand….

“My, my, Slut…..you DO enjoy it..” I said quietly, the only sound in the room her squishing cunt as my fingers plunged in and around it.

“THWAAK”

Her body jumped even as my fingers slide back to her pussy and her hips gyrated against my cock even more.

“OOOOOHHHHHHhhhhh Oliver…….” Aimee moaned.

“I think you are going to cum, aren’t you?” I murmured.

“THWAAK”

“Oohhoohhoohhoohhoohhoohh” Aimee’s voice modulated with the rhythm of my hand now fucking her cunt hard and repeatedly.

“THUMP”

Aimme looked up at me in startled surprise from the floor where I had just shoved her.

“I don’t want you to cum yet, slut” I said quietly.

Tears began to spring from Aimee’s eyes in frustration.

“Now come and suck my cock” I said.

Her eyes darted to the outline of my swollen cock in my jeans. Licking her lips instinctively, Aimee sat up on her knees and reached for my zipper.

“Carefully, Slut” I warned.

Her hands quickly unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. As she un-zippered me, my cock, free at last from restraint, sprung up, the head glistening with the pre-cum oozing from it.

I reached down and gently grabbed her hair, guiding her face to my cock. I rubbed her face back and forth across it, as her tongue darted out to lick it with each pass.

I slowly released her hair and Aimee pulled my cock to her mouth, she kissed and sucked on the head, then the sides and finally on my balls, which she licked and gently played with.

“You may finger yourself Slut” I said.

Aimee quickly moved a hand down to her pussy and began to quickly rub it….

“But don’t cum!” I said grabbing her hair to make the point.

Her voice was muffled by my cock now being sucked slowly by her mouth and lips.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth off my cock…. A string of pre-cum and saliva extending from it’s head to her lips.

“Now use your tits…..” I said

Aimee lifted her breasts to my wet cock… and began rubbing them up and down.

The sensations were exquisite as her big, fat tits and pink hardened nipples rubbed up and down.

I put my hands on her tits and took over their motion on my cock.

“Put your hands behind your back A” I ordered.

Aimee put her hands behind her back but winced as I pulled and gripped her tits on my cock….

“Fuccccck yeah…… That feels good slut” I mumbled as much to myself as her.

I released her tits and stood up over her, my erect cock obscenely over her head and face.

I smiled as I slapped her face with my cock, as I let my jeans fall to the floor and stepping out of them.

“Crawl over to the bed and lean on it face down….. Slut”

Aimee’s face blanched but she began shuffling the 8 or 9 feet over to the king size bed. I followed behind her, slowly stroking my cock as I watched her bright red butt wiggling as she shuffled along on her hands and knees. It was hard not to notice the look of annoyance on her face; I guess she didn’t like the crawling on her hands and knees.

“Well too bad” I thought to myself, “It’s what I enjoy doing with sluts”

Standing up, she leaned over the edge of the bed as instructed, leaning on her elbows. She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes dropping quickly down to my cock as I slowly stroked it.

I walked up behind her and slapped her ass on the left side.

“THWAAK”

“Move down to the corner….. Slut”

Aimee shuffled down the bed until she was lying at the corner, her legs splayed on each side.

I walked up behind her, kneeling slightly and placed my cock on her pussy, rubbing its head along her soaking slit.

Aimee jerked her head around as she felt my cock touch her cunt lips.

“You promised to use a cond…”

“THWAAK”

Her cry was interrupted as my hand came down hard on her ass.

“Do you want my cock or not, Slut?” I said in a matter of fact voice.

Aimee paused, her eyes wide; staring at me.

“I-I-I……”

“THWAAK”

Her face winced as my hand stung her ass again.

“Answer me……. A”

“Y-y-yes Sir” The resignation was clear in her voice.

“What do you want, Slut?” I said more loudly.

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“Ouuu…. Your cock Sir….. I want your cock!” Aimee cried out.

“Then you shall have it….” I said, my teeth clenched, as I thrust my cock hard and deep into her wet and throbbing pussy.

I slowly withdrew it and then slammed my cock into her again, holding it in her deep as I enjoyed the warm, wet feel of her.

I withdrew it and stepped away. The night was young….

Aimee moaned again in frustration as she waited in vain for the next thrust.

“Place your hands behind your back, A” I said softly, calming myself with a couple of deep breaths.

I gently stroked my cock, slippery with her pussy juice, as I considered what I would do next.

Laying her head down on the bed, her eyes watching me, Aimee did as she was told.

The more I looked at her laying there, her breathing deep and rapid, her ass a deepening red… The more things sprang to my mind. She was mine for the evening, I intended to enjoy her.

Using a handmade silk tie which had suffered an encounter with some local spaghetti sauce, I tied her hands snuggly behind her.

A sudden look of panic crossed Aimee’s face as I stood back, stroking my cock.

“Stand up Slut” I ordered.

Aimee struggled to slide off the bed and onto her feet, no easy feat to accomplish gracefully with her hands tied. I reached over pulled her the rest of the way up with her hair, her face grimaced in pain.

I stepped up behind her until my cock was poking against her back.

“You may play with my cock Slut” I said quietly into her ear.

She lowered her tied hands until she found my cock and began fingering and stroking it.

I pushed even closer to her, my hands moving around her and onto her heavy breasts. My fingers found her nipples. I pinched them sharply and then stretched them before groping her tits again.

Her head sank back against my shoulder, her eyes closed as I played with her breasts and she fondled my cock. My hand slid down and cupped her mons, my fingers curling into her wet cunt, the palm of my hand against her swollen clit.

I stepped around her, my hand moving more deeply into her pussy. I bent over and took a beautiful pink nipple in my mouth and sucked hard.

I was now fucking her with all four fingers, my thumb gliding on and around her clit with each stroke. I spread my fingers inside her, fingering and touching her deeply while my hand rotated back and forth… then in and out.

My mouth moved to her other breast, nipping at it as my mouth found her other nipple and noisily sucked.

I sat on the bed as my hand intensified its fucking of her, my thumb rubbing ever harder on her engorged tiny clit.

Aimee was moaning now, her legs shaking and weakening….. she was so close.

I jammed my hand deep inside her as she began to cum. I pulled it out and slapped her breasts as they flopped back and forth in front of my face. I then jammed my hand roughly back inside her.

There was a sharp intake of breath from Aimee.

Biting her lip, her eyes opened wide, Aimee’s cum caused her to bend over in contraction. I was holding her up with my hand in her cunt, her own hands straining to halt the almost painful touch of my thumb on her clit as she climaxed………..

Leaving my fingers curling in her gushing pussy, I moved my thumb off her clit…. And blew softly on her pleasure point.

Aimee’s body jerked back and forth, as she tried to calm the flood of sensations ebbing through her.

I bent over and took a nipple in my teeth and bit down.

“OWWWWwwwweeeeee” she moaned. …..

I removed my hand, now covered in her cum, and rubbed it on her face; her tongue licked my hand as it moved her mouth….

I stood up and pulled her on to the bed, rolling her panting body over onto her back and tied hands. She squirmed in discomfort even as she took deep breaths, her legs rubbing together as she tried to quiet the feelings from her cunt and clit.

I sat on the bed next her, my cock still hard. I soothed her face, now as red as her ass with a blush that covered her neck and chest…….

“How was that, A?” I asked softly.

“Ohhhhhhhh “was all she could say but her smile blossomed on her face in short laughter as she caught her breath.

“I have a gift for you…”, I said smiling.

The smile on Aimee’s face only dimmed slightly as she looked at me with anticipation.

I reached over to the bed stand and opened the drawer.

I pulled out the shiny black dog collar and dangled it before her eyes.

“I think you have earned this, don’t you think?” I said calmly.

Aimee eyes flicked from the dog collar to my eyes and back. She swallowed nervously as she considered this new development.

“Haven’t you?” I repeated.

“Y-y-yes Sir” she said nervously.

I held it up before her eyes. “Can you read the name engraved on it?”

” Uh uh “A” Sir”

“Yes….. A, that’s you….. “A” ” I said, showing her the collar proudly.

“As in Slut A, isn’t it?” I said smiling.

“Y-y-yes Sir” Aimee answered meekly.

“What is it?” I said cocking my ear to her.

Her eyes darted back and forth.

“S-s-slut A, Sir”

“Yes, that’s right! Slut A!” I said beaming. I leaned forward and fastened the collar around her neck.

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Club 35 – The Second Visit

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It had been four weeks since Jennifer Lowe, a mid thirties owner of a medium sized advertising company, had returned from Club 35. She investigated and visited the club at the suggestion of her Personal Assistant, Mark. She had discovered that the club catered to fantasies of any type, but was best suited to satisfy those fantasies that incorporated bondage and domination. She had given herself completely to her fantasy of being bound and paddled and being taken sexually by both men and women.

True to their promise, Mark, and another employee of Jennifer’s, Christine, never brought up the subject of Jennifer’s submission. The were no winks, no sly smirks or knowing looks. Work continued at a hectic pace during those four very successful weeks. But toward the end of the fourth week, Jennifer found her mind, particularly at night, returning to the club. Was she desiring a repeat performance? No. That took too much planning, too much help from Mark and Christine. A new fantasy was taking over her thoughts. A fantasy that caused Jennifer to reach between her legs and feel a growing wetness. A strong climax would shortly follow. Could she actually do what her mind imagined?

She had visited the club two weeks after her scene had taken place; not to participate, but to observe and perhaps get a few ideas of what she wanted to experience. Although there were numerous scenes taking place, most did not appeal to her. She did find something of interest happening in the orgy room, as Jennifer called it. A woman, perhaps in her early thirties, was on her hands and knees sucking on one man while another male was fucking her from behind. This wasn’t ground breaking sexual activity, thought Jennifer, until she saw the man fucking the woman from behind finish and another took his place, this time entering her ass. When the man she was sucking had filled her mouth with cum, which the woman swallowed, he, too, was replaced by another cock.

Jennifer watched mesmerized by the scene in front of her. She did not even notice the man who sat next to her.

“The gang bang fantasy. Fairly common. Sometimes the woman wants three in her at once, she only wants two.”

Jennifer turned to see Andrew, the man she had met who had given her a tour of the club before she joined. The two sat in silence and watched for a while as the woman took another load in her mouth and ass.

“I think that’s 14 loads so far. She said she wanted to do 20. Want a drink?” Andrew asked.

“Yes, please.” Jennifer replied.

As they sipped their wine Andrew asked if Jennifer was going to indulge in any activity this evening. Jennifer replied that she was trying to get ideas for a fantasy that had been growing in her mind.

“Please tell me. I know from staff what took part on your first visit and I was sorry not to be here for that.” Andrew covered her hand with his and Jennifer not only felt a tingle of excitement but a feeling of calm. She told him of her fantasy.

There was silence for a moment. “I would be delighted to help you experience that fantasy, if you would allow me.”

Jennifer nodded, but said she wanted to think about it some more. She thanked Andrew and left.

The thought of that fantasy stayed with her the next few days and became more focused. Things that she had fantasized about a few days ago were replaced by other activities until she had come to a final vision of what she wanted. But, could this be done within the confines of the club? Would there still be a measure of safety even if she was in a private room with the door closed? There was no problem with the sex that she would want after the first part. She had fantasized about that before and actually acted on it the first time she made herself available at the club. She would have to talk with Mark.

That afternoon, Jennifer asked Mark to stay after work for a few moments. Dutifully, Mark came to her office after most people had gone for the day.

“Busy day today. Three accounts finished and another should be done tomorrow. We should be ready to start the Williams project on Monday. But, I don’t think you want to talk about work.”

Mark was very intuitive. He knew her moods and quite a bit more about his boss than most PA’s knew about theirs.

Jennifer laughed. “Yes. I have a question about the club. If I had a fantasy I wished to act out, maybe with one person in a private room and one I had not met before, how safe would I be?”

Mark, who was gay and submissive, was also a Dungeon Guard on certain nights at Club 35, overseeing activities and making sure the rules of the club and limits of the players were respected.

“I have never heard of any type of scene progressing past the limits of those involved. I have never had to stop anything like that. Can I ask what it is you would like to do?”

Jennifer thought a moment and said, “Last time, I decided before hand what I would allow to happen; what devices I would be bound in, what implements would be used on me. I don’t want to make those decisions istanbul escort in this fantasy. After that portion is finished, I want the sex to be…” Here, Jennifer faltered. She didn’t know how to say it. Mark did.

“Available to anyone who wanted to use any part of you.”

“Yes, that’s it,” Jennifer said quietly.

“There is always risk involved when you have a scene with a door closed in a private room but much less if it’s public. The Dungeon Guards are reluctant to go into a private room if the door is shut. They would, if they thought someone was in trouble and needed help. I know of a person who I would trust and I think you know who that is.”

“Andrew.” Jennifer said.

“Yes.” Mark replied.

The conversation concluded and Jennifer left for home.

That night as she lay in bed, Jennifer thought that she had spent enough time fantasizing and decided that it was time to indulge her needs for humiliation and submission. The following weekend would be the time that she would act. She spent the week preparing; a waxing, long baths each night, working a medium size dildo she bought discreetly on line into her ass to prepare for the cocks that would soon be inside her. She called Andrew at the club and asked him to guide her through this experience. He readily agreed.

At the end of work on Friday, Mark came into her office to say goodnight.

“Good week,” he said.

“Yes, very good. The new clients seem very happy. Any plans for the weekend?”

“Not really,” Mark said. “You?”

“Maybe.” Jennifer said but she couldn’t hide a sly grin.

“So, it’s tomorrow, then.”

“I think so. Better call me Sunday and make sure I’m not held captive somewhere.”

“No, won’t have to. Dungeon Guard tomorrow.”

Looking past Mark toward the door to see if anyone was nearby, Jennifer said, “Then you’ll get to see for yourself.”

“Is your submission fantasy going to be public or private?”

“I will leave that up to Andrew. I called him last night and asked him to oversee everything and he agreed. If I decide then I am the one planning and I don’t want to do that, remember.”

“In that case, I will watch from a distance.” Mark got up and left.

The next day passed slowly. Jennifer debated with herself on what time to leave for the club finally settling on 10:30. She thought that would be best and after doing her hair and a bit of make up, she dressed, opting for a very comfortable outfit, covering a black bra and panty set.

Jennifer arrived and checked in, showing her membership card and when asked by the attendant what type of identifier she wanted, she said, “Black collar,” indicating a submissive player. She then headed straight for the lockers. She undressed a bit nervously. Several other people were in the locker room. Finally, she reached behind her back to unclasped her bra and slid her panties down and off. She put the collar on and walked out into the club area.

She walked to the open area to be seen, rather than to watch. People were watching a woman being paddled by a couple that Jennifer recognized from her first visit. As she watched, she felt a hand on her shoulder and a voice ask, “Are you ready?”

Jennifer turned and looked into the face of Andrew. Embarrassed that this very good looking man was now staring at her totally naked body caused Jennifer to blush and not to look at Andrew.

“You have a very intense fantasy. Tell me what happens after the bondage and impact play?”

“The person or persons dominating me use my body in anyway they wish and they take me to the orgy room when they are finished with me.”

“I must tell you that I am very glad you joined. I hoped that one day I would have the opportunity to spend time with you. I will try to give you what you want. I also have a female acquaintance who could join, if that is your desire.”

Jennifer was beginning to tremble with nerves. She knew that he was looking at her small but perky tits, flat stomach and bald pussy. She had been attracted to Andrew from the moment she first saw him all those weeks ago. She nodded her head and Andrew took a leather leash from his pocket and attached it to her collar. Letting herself be led by Andrew, she walked submissively behind him as they moved toward the private rooms.

Her nudity did not matter. The leash attached to her collar did not matter. She only looked down, not lifting her eyes until they were inside a room Jennifer had never seen. It was bigger than the other private rooms. Various implements and devices lined the walls. Jennifer noticed also that a spanking bench, a metal frame and a curious device made of wood that looked like a two by four turned on its edge and attached to supports that rested on the floor. Leather straps were attached at various points on each of the pieces.

“When we begin, I will leave the door open so that anyone who wants to watch or play with you, may do so. Do you understand?”

Without being told escort bayan to answer, or how to answer, Jennifer replied, “Yes, Master.”

Andrew approached Jennifer and placed his fingers under her chin, lifting her face so that they looked in each other’s eyes. He bent and kissed her, Jennifer returning the gesture.

Andrew led her to the metal frame. He raised her left hand and placed it in the the leather cuff hanging from the top cross bar. He did the same with her right hand. Jennifer felt his hands trace along the outside of her body from under her arms across the sides of her tits to her waist. He rolled her nipples not to hurt, but to excite. Jennifer’s mouth emitted a low moan and Andrew seized the opportunity to drive his tongue deep into Jennifer’s mouth.

When Andrew was done with his kiss, he took Jennifer’s ankles and pulled them toward the corners of the frame. First the right ankle was cuffed to the corner, then the left. Jennifer was now spread eagled on the frame. Again, he pulled gently on her nipples, pulling her body toward him only to let go as she got close. He moved behind her and ran his finger down her back not stopping until his finger was between her ass cheeks.

“Have you been taken in your ass?”

Jennifer replied, “Yes.”

She felt a sharp slap on her right butt cheek. “Yes what?” Andrew asked.

“Yes, Master.”

“That’s better.” Andrew again was running his finger over her nipples and down past her navel. He dipped his fingers between her pussy lips and smiled.

“You are very wet. I must ask you, do you want to see those who are going to watch you or play with you or do you want to be blindfolded? It is the last decision you will make why we are together.”

Jennifer thought for a moment. “Blindfold, Master. Take it off if you wish.”

Andrew pulled a blindfold from his pocket and slid it quickly over Jennifer’s eyes. She felt a slight tugging on her nipples and felt her nipples being pulled. The hands moved behind her and cupped her ass cheeks as she was pulled into Andrew’s chest. She felt strangely safe as she breathed in the scent of Andrew’s cologne. He broke away from her. She sensed that there were others watching as she felt a strap strike her ass. The strap struck her other cheek and repeated.

“How many was that?” Andrew asked.

“Four, Master.”

“Yes. Four. But you want more than four, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master.”

Jennifer felt a flicking on her nipples. The flicks came to quickly to count. She knew that her nipples and now her tits were being struck by a crop. For a moment the cropping of her tits stopped but began again almost immediately. But the force of the blows was different. The crop stung as it landed on her tits. She sensed that her tormenter wasn’t Andrew but someone else. Jennifer couldn’t tell by the blows if it was a man or a woman, but the cropping had stopped.

Jennifer heard giggling from in front of her. Being blindfolded, she had no idea who it was. What she was sure of was that someone, probably female Jennifer thought, was pulling on her pussy lips. Jennifer felt the pinch of a clip being attached to her pussy and whoever attached them was now pulling on them to reveal her clit.

What came next was not expected. Jennifer could hear something being attached to each of the clips and when the unseen person let go, weights pulled her pussy lips down, causing Jennifer to moan.

“Her tits need the same decoration, don’t you think, Doris?” Andrew said.

“I believe they do.”

Jennifer felt her nipples being gently pulled by the woman who Jennifer thought was older by the sound of her voice. The sharp pinch of the clamps being put on her nipples stopped Jennifer from wondering how old Doris was or what she looked like. She wondered if Doris was going to attach weights to her nipple clips. Jennifer did not have to wait long to find out as she felt her nipples pulled down by two weights, one on each nipple clip.

“Thank you, Doris. How much do they weigh?”

“Two pounds on each of her tits and four on each pussy lip.”

“Let me see if we can get those swinging.” Andrew said.

Jennifer felt a paddle slap into her ass. The force of the stroke drove her ass forward and set the weights on her pussy lips in motion. The paddle struck again and the weights swung like a pair of pendulums. Four more strokes of the paddle and Jennifer was crying.

Andrew was rubbing his hand over Jennifer’s ass. She felt the weights on her tits being pulled away from her body as her nipples stretched and then the pulling stopped and the weights were removed. Andrew was still rubbing her ass as a pair of hands, female hands, rubbed the feeling back into her tits. Moments later, the clips were removed from her pussy.

Jennifer felt a fingertip trace over her lips as she tried to catch her breath. Despite Andrew’s rubbing, her ass felt as if it was on fire. The finger on her lips pushed into her mouth and instinctively Jennifer sucked Kartal escort on it.

The unseen female, Doris, said to Jennifer, “Should we stop?”

Jennifer shook her head no. Andrew kissed her neck.

Still wearing the blindfold, Jennifer’s hands and ankles were removed from the metal frame. Allowing her a moment to get the feeling back in her arms, Andrew drew Jennifer’s hands behind her back and placed wrist cuffs on her hands and clipped the cuffs together. Once secured, Jennifer felt Andrew move away from her.

Doris was in front of Jennifer, slowly teasing her nipples; gently rubbing, then pulling slightly on them. Doris pulled down on Jennifer’s nipples causing her to sink to her knees.

“I am laying down. Find my pussy and make me cum with your mouth,” Doris said.

Jennifer lowered her head as she sought the pussy of the female who had dominated her. With her hands bound, Jennifer had her ass in the air as she bent to lick and suck on Doris’s pussy.

Jennifer could feel that the older women had clean shaven pussy lips but a landing strip of pubic hair above. Jennifer was also aware that Doris was very wet as she continued to lick her pussy. She could also hear voices coming from behind her. She thought she knew the two people talking. One was definitely Andrew and the other was Christine, who worked for Jennifer.

Hands were now on Jennifer’s ass and she felt a warm liquid squirting onto her ass and fingers spreading the liquid over and into her asshole. She felt her ass cheeks spread apart by strong hands and Jennifer knew that Andrew was the one spreading. A third hand was now on her ass and the tip of something hard was being slowly pushed into her ass.

“Keep sucking on Doris. I think you have her close to cumming. I am putting a very large dildo in you ass and you are going to take all 12 inches of it and the only way it comes out is if you make Doris cum. Do you understand?” Christine said.

“Yes.”

Jennifer intensified her pussy licking as three inches of the large dildo was now inside her. Christine withdrew an inch or two of the dildo and pushed back in, sinking 5 inches into Jennifer’s ass.

Doris was moaning louder as her orgasm approached. Jennifer traced her tongue slowly around Doris’s pussy lips and flicked her tongue across her clit. She could feel the dildo slide deeper into her ass and with a bit of pressure, all of it was now inside her.

Doris came, holding Jennifer’s head to her pussy as she did. Andrew lifted Jennifer up by the elbow into a kneeling position and spoke softly into her ear. “You’re to keep the dildo in your ass. If it falls out, you will be punished severely. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

Jennifer remained kneeling, squeezing her ass around the dildo that was firmly seated in her ass. She heard the rustle of clothing being removed coming from behind her and felt a finger run across her lips. The fingers left and Jennifer felt the head of a cock brush over her lips. She opened her mouth and the cock slid in. She heard Andrew sigh as she took him into her mouth. He was larger than most but she soon was taking his entire length down her throat.

“You do like to suck cock, don’t you?” said Doris as Jennifer heard Doris and Christine laugh.

Jennifer was sucking on Andrew with complete abandon, as if showing the two women that this was how you suck cock. Andrew pulled out of Jennifer’s mouth and pushed her forward. Her dildo filled ass was now sticking up and an inch or two of the plastic cock slipped out. Christine saw this and pushed the dildo back in.

Andrew was behind Jennifer and she felt his cock enter her pussy. In two thrusts he had sunk his cock deep into her pussy. The urgency of Andrew’s stroking caused Jennifer to gasp. Andrew pulled back almost all the way out of her pussy then plunged back in. But, as his orgasm approached he pulled out and told Jennifer to take him in her mouth. Jennifer turned around and found his cock with her mouth just as Andrew began to cum. Three times he filled her mouth with his cum and each time Jennifer swallowed. Christine or Doris, Jennifer wasn’t sure, was pulling on the dildo and Jennifer could feel it begin to slide out of her ass.

“Well, you’re nice and open.” Doris said. Andrew had stood up and slapped Jennifer’s ass.

“Stand, Jennifer.”

“Yes, Master.”

Somewhat shakily, Jennifer stood. Andrew removed the blindfold. Despite the relative darkness of the room, it took her a moment to focus. She saw Christine smiling and Doris, who Jennifer though was in her mid forties now that she had seen her, came up to Jennifer and kissed her, driving her tongue into her mouth.

When she finished she gently pulled on Jennifer’s nipples and said, “I hope we can play again soon.”

Doris put on a robe and left.

“I am going to take you to the play area, or orgy room as you call it. You will service anyone any way they want to be serviced. Christine and I will supervise but when we get there, the first thing you are to do is go down on Christine and make her cum. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

Jennifer’s hands were still cuffed behind her back. Andrew attached a leash to Jennifer’s collar and gave the lead to Christine.

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Meetup IRL Pt. 01

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**Well hello there 🙂

I’m so happy to be able to upload again, and I want to thank you all for your kind encouragement with the ‘Birthday Party’ series!

This story is going to be a little more mellow, at least to begin with, and focuses more on ‘futa on male’ romance, rather than futadom (although that may or may not be a story tag later on 😉 ). Also, if the spelling is a little weird, that might be because Australia uses British English, which has some spelling variations to US English 😛

I really hope you enjoy it <3

Story tags include, but not limited to: futanari, futa on male, romance, anal, deepthroat, cumflation, feels

All characters are over the age of 18**

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“Get behind cover!”

Gideon used all his agility to fling himself behind a boulder as a deafening wave of flames roared around him. The searing tongues of fire flicked and curled around the weather worn rock that took the brunt of the searing blast, and he should slowly feel his mana draining as his flame resistance spell absorbed what was still able to reach him. He knew that one unimpeded blast would have burned him to a cinder.

Sweat poured down his face from heat and fear as the wall of flame went on for a few more seconds, before finally dying down. Dragons still needed to breathe, too, after all. The boulder he’d been behind glowed red hot in the aftermath of the attack as he peeked his head over, heat distorting his vision slightly as he watched Sir Gildredd, shield up and blade drawn, squaring off in front of the 20 foot tall red monstrosity.

Behind the knight stood Shadara the cleric, the stout woman keeping a constant stream of fortifying and healing magics upon him to keep him standing in the face of the dragon’s onslaught. She looked like she was on her last legs herself, her magic was beginning to wane and she was down on one knee as the physical and magical strain took its toll on her. This battle had taken a toll on everyone. He quickly scanned the battlefield to see who else besides those two and himself were still standing.

Bliggin had been the first down. The rouge’s nimble feet and reflexes not quite enough to stop the magical creature from swallowing him whole in the first few seconds. Dammit! She’d always been too reckless! Rofulo had gone down a few minutes after that, the jovial quips and comments that normally lent them inspiration in the heat of battle only seeming to aggravate the dragon and draw its ire. Gideon could still the bard’s broken body on the field behind it, trampled under its enormous clawed feet as it had rushed him.

Terranna was still up on a ledge about 40 feet to the drake’s left, firing arrows down at it as fast as she could and slowing it down with her ranger’s magic. The elf might be the only one to survive this fight if things kept going the way they were, and if the dragon didn’t just chase her down and burn her to a crisp along with the rest of them.

Far over to his left their other fighters, Ulysses and Rhiannon, were being healed slowly by the druid Fanyssia. Both the sword fighter and axe wielding barbarian had been slowly beaten down during the fight, and while their attackers had done a serious amount of damage, the consequence had been putting themselves in harm’s way. And lastly, was himself. As a wizard his job had been to pepper and harry their quarry with ranged magic, keeping it somewhat distracted so the fighters could dive in and do the brunt of the work. Problem was, no one knew that this particular dragon seemed to be immune to not just fire attacks, but lightning and ice elemental attacks, too. Which put him and consequently the rest of the team into the dire situation they had found themselves in.

Whispering a few arcane words he threw out a clap of deafening thunder up around the dragons head just as it was about to make a swipe at the knight in front of it, one of the only spells he had prepared that weren’t one of the elements it seemed to be immune to. The creature flinched and wavered in its attack at his strike, giving the knight an opportunity to strike, which he took great advantage of. Recoiling back from the bite of his blades the dragon reared up on its hinds and brought its front claws down, shaking the ground violently and unbalancing the knight before snaking its neck down and striking at him with its teeth.

The knight howled in pain as its teeth ripped through his leg armour like wet parchment, crippling him and bringing him down to one knee. The cleric’s magic was waning even more now as she fought to put everything in to healing his crippling wound.

Gideon’s hands flew back again as the dragons head reared up again, liquid fire gurgling up through its long serpentine neck as it prepared another searing fire breath. Eating into the depths of his mana he cast the strongest fire protection spell he could on the knight. If he went down now, everything was over.

“RROOOOAAAAGGHHHHHH!!” a mighty roar cut through even the loud crackling Kartal Sınırsız Escort of flames as Rhiannon came flying through the air at the creatures neck, her great barbarians axe hewing into the scaled neck of the beast. Its roar shook the ground as one of its twin steel crescents bit deeply into its flesh.

Dear gods! Was there a chance? His elation was short lived, though, as despite her blood rage l, the haft of her weapon slipped from her fingers as she fell the ground before the creature, and collapsed. Gravely Wounded though it was, the dragon quickly recovered, searching for its sudden attacker and, upon seeing her sprawled, reared on its hinds again and brought its front claws down onto her with a sickening crunch.

“NOOOOO!” Gideon looked around for the source if the scream before realizing it had come from him. He sucked dry the last of his mana pool, and then some, his lungs burning as he began sacrificing his own lifeblood to power a godly thunder crack that split the air near the creatures head, deafening and disorienting it, and shaking the axe loose from its neck, leaving a huge gash that spit blood onto the dusty ground below. The wizard was not a front line fighter, not by any means, but he found himself sprinting out across the field as the huge adult red dragon stumbled about in its few moments of confusion.

Ignoring his own pain, the knight leapt downward as well, pressing the attack despite his leg on being half healed before the cleric ran out of stamina and collapsed behind him. Gideon knew this was it. Their main fighting force was pretty much all down now, their cleric down, their druid waning behind them, the archer still loosing arrows that the dragon ignored like flies, and him with a freshly tapped out mana pool.

Somehow he managed to dodge the dragons tree trunk like legs and sweeping tail as it moved forward to return the knights attacks, sliding across the ground as he came upon the crushed barbarian.

She was still alive, he knew that much, as he hadn’t seen her spirit leave her, as it had the bard and the rogue, but he wondered how she could be. Her legs were cracked and bent in several wrong ways, one arm was only hanging on by a few strings of sinew, and her chest was caved in. her rage must have helped her resist the bone crunching weight of the dragons mass bearing down on her. He moved carefully, trying to stabilize her and coax her back to consciousness. Eventually, slowly, her purple eyes weakly opened.

“G…gid…eooonn” He could hear the blood pooling in her lungs already. He didn’t have much time.

“Shhhh, you’re going to be okay Rhia. We need you, you must live!” Reaching into his robe he brought forth a small vial containing a brilliantly slivered fluid that radiated soft light around it.

‘The tears of Bahamut’. An item most rare, gifted to him by the high priests of the platinum dragon god after ensuring his twisted twin Tiamat wasn’t reborn into the physical plane. The tears not only healed the drinker of any and all wounds or illness, including lost limbs, it granted them increased strength, speed, and resistance, making them near invulnerable for a short while.

“N…no, Giddy…it’s…too precious…what about…your sister?” She gurgled out, her voice rasping through the slashed and crushed tissues.

He popped the wax sealed cork off the vial and held it to her lips.

“She would want you to have it! Drink it Rhiannon, you must! Let’s finish this, and when we’re done here…we’ll travel the continent, just you and me. We’ll find another way to cure her…together.” He gently stroked her bloodied cheek with his thumb as he upended the vial and watched the platinum pour into the back of her throat.

He held her mouth and nose closed as she swallowed, triggering a hacking cough that threatened to spew the precious nostrum, but after that brief second she settled and he saw her throat contract. She shuddered as the fluid finally went down her throat, as he idly wondered if such a healing liquid would be palatable or not.

His brief musing, however, was cut short as another roar issued from the injured dragon. Gideon looked in horror as Gildredd was crunched in the jaws of the dragon, screaming as its razor shape teeth shredded the rest of his armour as easily as it had on his leg. Glancing down he could see Rhiannon’s body rapidly recovering, wounds closing, bones snapping back together and realigning, her eyes becoming more alert and aware. A few more seconds. He just had to buy a few more seconds, and keep the thing’s gaze off of Rhiannon.

He leapt to his feet and drew the short dagger out of his ankle sheathe, holding it shakily in both hands as he raced towards the chewing head of the dragon. With a desperate cry he sprang forward and drove the weapon forward with all his might, aiming for its large yellow eye. As if in slow motion he watched as the glowing eye rolled to face him, before he felt a crushing blow to the side Kartal Suriyeli Escort of his body. The creature’s tail whipped at him and hit him hard, sending his frail body hurtling through the air before he was stopped by an outcropping of rock, much like the one he’d hidden behind earlier.

Gideon was surprised with how little it hurt. Really, shouldn’t something like that hurt a lot? Stunned, he looked down to find the left side of his body completely smashed in, and his legs twisted and mangled. He tried to move, but realised he couldn’t. Oh…his head…his head had smashed itself against the stone hadn’t it? His eyes being the only thing he could move now, looked over to his shoulder. Sure enough, blood was seeping into the fabric of his rode, saturating the thick woollen fabric in his lifeblood…but, had it worked? Had he bought enough time for her?

He looked up to see Rhiannon on her feet, looking even more powerful than when they’d started this fight. She launched herself forward and caught the haft of her great axe in both hands, before rolling and launching herself into the air behind the dragon as it dropped the knight in his jaws to the ground, making to incinerate the knight once more as the yellow orange flames travelled up through its throat and lit the back of it mouth.

Rhiannon’s eyes crackled with primal rage as lightning of the old gods ran through her, her muscle packed body bulging even more as she brought the electrified axe-blade right back down on the spot she’d cut into earlier.

“Of course…” He thought silently to himself.

The dragon’s immunity came from its magical hide, find a chink in that armour and…

*RRRRZZZZZZ-BOOOOOM!*

Her thunderous blow rang out across the field as the blade shore through more than a foot of muscle and cut deeply into its spine, severing the vital cords just as the beast sensed her presence above it, turning its head to try and counter the attacker with its blazing breath. Too late. The mass of the creature collapsed to the ground behind the point of her intrusion in its neck as its fire spewed to the side of the mortally Gildredd, its jaw snapping open and shut as it spasmed in its death throes.

Thank…the gods…at least his death…would mean something. She was alive, and that was all that mattered to him.

As if Bahamut himself had heard his dying thoughts, she was suddenly there in front of him, kneeling down in front of him. Most people, especially fellow wizards, thought of barbarians as nothing but brutish savages, and even Gideon had been one of them at first. It was only as he’d gotten to know the warrior over their travels that he’d come to realize she wasn’t an ignorant savage, quite the opposite in fact, she was just more honest and blunt with how she felt and what she wanted. Not one to play politics of mind games. She was much too pure than that kind of chicanery.

He watched her as his vision began to grow weak now. Her thick hair in braids, dark as the night except for a swathe of blood red that ran down her right. Her large hands held out in front of her, usually so strong and sure, now trembled with uncertainty as she foundered about what could possibly be done to hold the life in his broken body. Her lips opened and closed with her mouth as she shouted something at him that he could barely hear.

“Well done, Giddy! Hold on…Well done, Giddy!…” She was so close to him, but sounded so far away…

‘What a strange creature she is…’ He thought absently as his view tunnelled, the void swarming all around him, all he could see was her.

She brought her hands up to his cold face and cupped it gently as tears began rolling down her cheeks.

‘Such a strong warrior…shouldn’t cry about someone as weak as me…’ He thought as he felt the last of his life ebbing away…

[Congratulations! Krothmuss the Bloody Scourge has been defeated!]

“Y-YES!” Gideon jumped up from his chair as the mission cleared message popped up on his screen, immediately regretting his decision as his knees hit the edge of his desk and toppled over his monitor.

“Shit!” He shouted in surprise and pain as the edge of the desk gouged his knees.

“What was that?” Rhia’s voice came through the team chat at his second exclamation.

“Never mind! Heal me, heal me! Inventory should be unlocked!” He shouted back as he hurriedly picked the monitor back up and sat himself back down in his gaming chair.

His health bar was almost at zero from bleed damage out before it suddenly stopped and began to rapidly rise. His screen view came back from being black and white to colour as his health regenerated from the potions the barbarian was using on his character.

“Pheewww! I thought I was a goner there! I hate the penalties they hit you with when you KO, and – Yes! Level up! Woooo, got me some level 7 spell slots now!”

“Ha ha! Don’t worry, Boo, I got you. Pick something good!” Rhia laughed back as Kartal İranlı Escort she finished healing him with their reserve potions. “Alright, HP should recover fine on its own now. Let’s try to save some of the others before they kick it.” She said as she un-crouched and sprinted to Gildredd.

Gideon picked up his mouse and rested his hand back onto its gel cushion over his keyboard, and clicked his way over to Shadara, dumping stamina and mana potions on her to get her up, since they needed her to res the others before they got KO penalised.

Once they were all back on their feet, including the newly resurrected Bliggin and Rofulo, Gildredd brought them all over in front of Krothmuss’ digital corpse.

“Alright everyone, I know that didn’t go exactly the way we had planned, but we did it! Well done to Shadara and Fanyssia for keeping everyone healed and buffed right up until the end there! Ulysses, you had some damn good DPS before you got taken out, we wouldn’t have been able to take the dragon out without it. Bliggin and Rofulo, don’t get too down, you played to our characters, and that’s what our little RP guild is all about. Bliggin would have absolutely thrown caution to the wind, considering her family was slaughtered by red dragons. Terranna,” He tuned to the elven ranger who was idling near the outskirt of the group using an ’embarrassed’ emote.

“I know it didn’t seem like you were doing much, but the aggro you were drawing kept him from focusing for most of that, so thank you.” once the rest of the group was done he turned to him and the hulking barbarian next to him. “Rhiannon and Gideon are the MVP’s of this fight though. Gideon, it’s my fault you had the wrong spells prepared, I didn’t think it would have two more elemental immunities! No wonder they said this boss was janked. Good improvising, and good work healing up Rhia, who got the last hit with that massive shank right at the end there. That damage must have been huge! All in all, great work team! That fight took a lot longer than we all though, 3 hours can take it out of you, so with that said, I’m hitting the hay! I’ll sort out my loot next week. See ya’ peeps.”

One by one the other members logged off as Gideon sorted through his loot, their mics popping off as they left the game. He was pretty tired, too, but preferred to organise his stuff immediately so he didn’t forget what he had, and so he could trash the junk to make a little extra coin. He was just about finished up when Rhiannon’s voice came through his headset unexpectedly.

“Hey, Giddy. Thanks for healing me like that. I can’t believe you used your ‘Tears of Bahamut’ on me, that’s such a rare drop for the quest.” Her voice sounded genuinely thankful through his headphones.

“Uhhhh, yeah whatever like 1 in 1000 no big deal don’t worry about it ha ha ha ha ha!” He blurted out in a rush before stopping himself and cringing.

‘Way to go you fucking dweeb…’ He thought angrily to himself as he tried to calm down. ‘Nothing’s more attractive than a desperate sounding idiot.’

“Anyway, *ehem*” He cleared his throat as he took a deep breath. “I’m glad I did! It was definitely worth it, I couldn’t just let you die like that, Rhia… For the fight! We- we needed you in the fight! To help win it…the fight, that is.” Gods, what was he doing!? Stumbling over his words like some level 1 pleb ogling his first tavern wench.

He blushed as he fiddled with his mouse. He’d been part of the guild for almost 3 years now, joining the RP-Life Guild soon after he started playing ‘Dragons&Dungeoneering: Online’. Rhiannon had already been part of the guild then, and he’d been immediately enamoured with her voice and tall, powerful looking futanari barbarian avatar. Over the course of their gaming and adventuring they’d gotten to know each other a lot, and had developed a nice little online friendship through their shared digital trials and tribulations.

He’d tried to keep a lid on his inexplicable attraction to this person he’d never met IRL, after all he didn’t want to come across as some kind of creep, but more than once he’d let slip some comments here and there that had made him more than a little embarrassed. For the most part though, Rhia seemed to take his slip ups all in stride, laughing them off as she slapped him heartily on the back and easing his jittery nerves. Much like she was doing now.

“Hah hah!” Her voice sounded like smoky old world English gold in his ears, and he loved it. “Well anyway, thanks, I really mean it. I know that took a lot of grinding and luck to get that drop, those things go for like $400 in the market place?… Hey,” Her jovial tone suddenly getting more serious. “Did you mean what you said in the battle? That you wanted us to quest alone together and find another cure for your sister?”

“Oh! Oh, uhm…I was, you know, PR-ing… I mean if you want to that would be super cool too I just don’t want to make you do anything it was my choice to give you the tears I knew you could defeat the boss if you were all healed up!” He blurted out before quickly realising he was digging his hole deeper by verbally gushing again.

“I mean…yes,” He took another breath to calm himself. “Yes, I would lo-like!…To quest together with you…if you’d like to…”

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Alex’s Story Ch. 03

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Loud strains of an obnoxious song woke Alex from a deep sleep. Rolling over on her side, eyes still shut tight, she felt around for the snooze button on the alarm to silence the awful music. Long ago, she had learned that the only way she could wake up when short on sleep was to set her alarm to music she found extremely distasteful. Wiggling her toes, she yawned sleepily and turned onto her stomach, pressing her face gently into the pillow. Nine minutes later, the sounds ensued, and Alex grudgingly turned the alarm off and slid from her bed.

Bending at the waist, she stretched downward slowly, touching the ground with the palms of her hands, enjoying the exquisite stretch throughout her body. Raising herself back up languidly, she smiled as she recalled the previous evening. The play had been wonderfully performed and excellently directed, though its premise left a viewer leaving with more questions than answers. On the subway ride back from the theatre, amidst discussing the production, Em had apologized for her behavior earlier in the day. On the whole, it had been a wonderful evening. However, Alex couldn’t help but wonder what she had missed in being unable to spend her time with Robert.

Stretching her arms out over her head, she walked toward the bathroom with her head in the clouds. Blushing lightly, she wondered at the way her body responded, unbidden, when she thought of him. Never had she experienced such a physical response from just thinking of a man, much less a man she had never known intimately.

Feeling the blush spread from her cheeks down her neck to her chest, Alex slipped the thin white camisole over her head and down her arms, placing it in the hamper next to the sink.

She looked down, laughing quietly in private embarrassment and pleasure at her hardened nipples, swollen and flushed pink with her thoughts. Running a hand across her waist and over her right breast, drawing a teasing circle around the sensitive skin, she wondered what his hands would feel like on her. Gentle and tender…or rough and coarse…touching…grazing…pulling…twisting. Moaning softly as her mind spun a delicious thread of mental pictures, Alex flattened her palm and brushed it across the tip of one nipple, sucking in a deep breath at the sensation.

Giggling softly, she reluctantly withdrew her hand from her chest before she could get so distracted that she would forget about her morning meeting and spend a few hours languishing in pleasure. Sliding her thumbs into the low waistband of her matching white panties, she slid them down her legs and off quickly, adding them to the small pile in the hamper. Smiling to herself, she slid the shower curtain back partly and bent to turn on the water.

Hanging a fluffy towel on the hook next to the bath, she cursed under her breath at the limitations of her apartment. It took a full five minutes for the water to turn hot, and it never lasted for more than fifteen minutes. The stove was unpredictable, the walls thin, and the kitchen miniscule. However, she constantly had to remind herself that her rent was substantially less than was standard for her neighborhood, due in large part to the fact that it was subsidized by the university.

Stepping into the refreshing spray of water, she turned, feeling it soaking through her hair and coursing down her body. Forcing herself to keep her thoughts from taking a sexual turn, Alex mapped out her day mentally. First thing in the morning was a meeting with the other graduate students in her department to discuss some of the issues that would arise when the funding for her research ended. There were gaps that would need to be filled in her absence, whether she decided to cut ties with the university completely or chose to go with the semester abroad option instead. She loved the idea of teaching out of the country, but they hadn’t told her *where* she would be needed. Teaching in Southeast Asia was blatantly less appealing than Northern Italy.

Finishing her quick shower, she stepped into her robe and wrapped the towel loosely around her head. After the meeting, there was some office work to be done, and when that was finished, she had a lunch date scheduled loosely around one o’clock with Em and a few of their friends. She was still uncertain what the rest of her day would hold, as the entire department had the afternoon off for a late spring holiday. Classes for the students were over, and the Dean had decided that a break was needed before the department waded through the post-semester work that lay ahead of them.

Humming cheerfully, she bent at the waist and turned her head upside down, sliding the towel off of her head and to the floor. Squeezing excess water from her hair onto the towel, she smiled, remembering that Robert was supposed to call later in the evening. Fumbling for the gel container, she opened it and squirted some into her hand, distributing it through her hair with her fingers. She scrunched the curls lightly with her fingertips, setting the gel, and Kartal Olgun Escort then straightened as she picked up the towel and tossed it over the side of the bathtub.

She headed toward the closet, smiling to herself. Unwrapping several items still covered from the cleaners, she folded the light plastic bag and placed it on top of a teetering pile of shoe boxes. Grinning, she took her favorite skirt from its hanger and selected a scarlet button-down shirt. Grabbing a fun pair of low black heels with her other hand, she walked to her bed and dropped her selections gently on the bedspread and turned toward the dresser.

Opening the top drawer, she smiled to herself and pulled out her favorite set of lingerie. Her mind drifted again to Robert and she blushed unconsciously. For a man she had met so recently, she could not keep him from her mind. She slipped the black lace straps onto her shoulders and clasped the material expertly behind her back. Adjusting the cups, she laughed softly at herself as her hands wandered lower than was necessary, brushing nipples that lately seemed constantly hard.

She rolled her eyes, still laughing softly, and set the matching panties on the bed beside her other clothes. Sliding her fingertips beneath the lace, she pulled the nipple upward gently, freeing her breast from the soft material. Smiling in delight, she ran a fingernail over the taut nipple and shivered softly. She repeated the act with her other breast, smiling at the sight of her chest resting gently above black lace. Taking one hardened nipple between her thumb and forefinger, she squeezed it lightly before twisting upward and pulling it away from her breast.

Letting it slip from her fingers, she moaned quietly and felt around in her partially-open lingerie drawer for “the box”. Opening it quickly, she slipped out the red vibe that had been one of her Christmas gifts from Em. She laughed to herself and thought out loud. “Whoever says diamonds are a girl’s best friend has *definitely* never had a vibrator.”

Alex turned the small knob at the base slightly and grinned as it buzzed to life. Touching it to each swollen nipple, she shuddered and slid onto the chaise lounge in the corner of her bedroom. Laying herself gently on the long chair, she spread her legs and closed her eyes a moment, enjoying the vibrations on her sensitive breasts. She licked her lips and thought of Robert. That smile…those amazing eyes…those shoulders. Biting her lower lip softly, she imagined those shoulders without clothes…in front of her…with the rest of him…all of him. Shaking softly, she brought the vibe lower and pressed it against the top of her pubic bone, trembling at the sensations.

Sliding the tip of the vibrator lower, she avoided her clit and rubbed it over the wet opening. “So wet,” she mumbled to herself. Feeling the hard little nub begging for attention, she slid the thick vibe slowly up the length of her pussy and grazed it over her sensitive clit. She gasped and her hips pressed upward instinctively. Pulling hard at a nipple with the fingers of one hand, she held the vibe tightly against her clit with the other, her body beginning to shake with need.

Bringing fingers from her breast to her open mouth, she licked and sucked them before guiding them, glistening, down to her cunt, sliding one, then two fingers, deep inside. Alex sucked in a breath and her hips arched upward, fingers sliding in and out slickly. Biting hard at her lower lip, she fumbled one-handed with the levels of the vibe and turned it up. Her eyes flew open and her hips pressed up harder against the toy, forcing her fingers deeper inside.

She slid a third finger into her pussy, trembling at the sensations wracking her body. Moaning constantly, she fucked her fingers in and out of her clenching pussy as her mind flashed pictures of Robert in continuous succession. She imagined his mouth on hers, her fingers as his fingers. Sliding them in and out, those gorgeous blue eyes lit with desire, watching her orgasm build. She saw his mouth sliding down, brushing her clit, licking and sucking and tugging gently with his teeth.

Thrusting her hips upward strongly against her fingers, she felt his tongue sliding into her cunt thickly, pressing into her and licking quickly in and out. Alex gasped as her pussy tightened around her fingers and she fucked her spasming cunt faster, pushing herself higher and higher until she screamed out her orgasm, fingers flying, vibe pressed tightly to her throbbing clit.

Shuddering and slowing her fingers down gently, she blushed furiously, mindful once again of the thin walls of her apartment. Turning the vibe off, she shifted softly against the chaise lounge and stroked her clit lightly, feeling the warm remnants of pleasure floating through her body. Alex closed her eyes slowly and saw his face. She licked her lips and laughed self-consciously, whispering softly to herself. “It’s been too long if just thinking of him does this to me.” Kartal Sarışın Escort

She bit her lip and swallowed, knowing it was a lie…

*******

Hurrying into the building, Alex brushed her hair away from her face with one hand and smoothed her skirt over her hips with the other. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, she opened the door to the tiny lecture hall they had fashioned into a conference room earlier in the year.

Two of the graduate students were seated around the long, oblong table Alex had stumbled across at a garage sale early one Saturday morning. One of them, Jennifer, looked up and laughed as Alex rushed inside.

“Having a rough morning, Alex?” she asked, her voice tinged with laughter. The other girl, Madeline, chuckled and grinned at Alex, waiting for her reply.

Alex laughed and settled her bag next to one of the chairs across from the seated students. Taking out several file folders, she responded, trying to keep the embarrassment from her voice. “Do you have those mornings that just …um…don’t quite go the way you intend?”

Jennifer grinned at Alex and quipped, “I have those mornings all the time”, putting huge emphasis on the ‘all’.

Shaking her head, Alex settled into the slightly battered chair and blushed furiously. “Looks like I’m not getting away with this one, am I?”

Jennifer winked. “No. But we won’t tell anybody.” With those words, the door pushed open and three more people walked inside. She giggled and dropped the subject, striking up a conversation with one of the girls who had walked in about afternoon plans.

******

During the meeting, Alex attempted to focus on the topics at hand, but her mind continued to wander back to her morning. She listened to those speaking, and spoke where it was needed, but her cheeks were flushed a light pink that deepened slowly as the meeting wore on. By the time that all potential issues were discussed and addressed, her legs were tired from being crossed and uncrossed continuously. Madeline made a brief summary about the new division of responsibilities, and there was a general agreement amongst the group.

Jennifer laughed as the meeting ended and several of the students stood up to leave the room. “Alex, we’ve taken a poll. You just can’t leave.”

Rolling her eyes, Alex giggled and lowered her voice to a silly growl, doing her best impression of Dean Lucas. “The department appreciates the work you have done for us, but at this time, we need you elsewhere.”

Madeline shook her head and muttered dryly, “That damned royal ‘we’.”

Grinning, Alex gave her a spontaneous hug.

Jennifer took that moment to giggle wickedly and said, “Careful, now, Alex. You know Maddie swings that way.”

Madeline laughed and waggled her eyebrows at Alex before turning to tell Jennifer unabashedly, “What can I say. I like girls. Sadly, though, Alex has made clear her adoration of the male form.” Rounding her eyes, she sighed dramatically and sank into her chair.

Alex shrugged her shoulders and grinned, mimicking Madeline. “What can I say. I like men.” She winked at Jennifer mischievously and continued. “Shoulders, eyes, cheekbones. Mmmmmm. Did I mention shoulders? Waists and thighs and calves and-”

With a laugh, Madeline interrupted her. “I get it, I get it. Just stop with the heterosexual drooling before I hurt someone, please.”

Alex sniffled and hid a giggle. “But Maddie, I haven’t even gotten to the *good* parts yet.”

Reaching out from her chair, Madeline flicked Alex’s shoulder. “Anymore and I might feel the urge to launch into a diatribe about the joys of whiney, off-key, acoustic ballads that-”

Jennifer interrupted with a smirk. “You don’t even like that sort of music, Maddie.”

With a straight face, Madeline replied, “That’s right. But I could learn to love it, just to irritate the hell out of you.”

******

Walking back to her tiny office, Alex heard the quiet buzzing of her phone in her purse. She fished it out of her purse cheerfully, and saw that it was Em’s phone number flashing on the screen.

“Heeeeello? Dis is the Hut of Pizzzzza. May I…your order…take?”

Laughing, Em replied, “Someone’s sure in a silly good mood. How’s things, pizza lady?”

“Goodgoodgood.”

Alex turned the corner and came to an abrupt stop.

“I was just calling to see if you could move lunch up. My appointment’s been rescheduled, for the life of me, I don’t know why, probably one of those things where they double-book in case someone no-shows, but what about when both people show …”

She interrupted her own tangent. “Alex, is everything okay?”

“Em, this is something you need to see for yourself.”

“On my way. Should I worry?”

“No hints.” The grin in her voice colored her words.

Em laughed. “Now I’m all curious. Be there in five minutes.” Alex hung up the phone, and refocused her attention on the entrance to her office.

Two Kartal Şişman Escort red pots sat on either side of the open door, filled with picture-perfect red primroses splashed with bright yellow at each center. Red marigolds were twined with baby’s breath along the doorframe. Shaking her head, giggling, and grinning at the same time, she took a step inside the doorway. Placed about the room were matching pots, these filled with brilliant red daisies, lilies, and snapdragons.

Stopping to smell each arrangement, her eyes fell on the vase on her desk. Deep pink tea roses tipped with fiery red were held together with spirals of gossamer white ribbon around the stems beneath the clear glass. On the desk beside it was a folded note that Alex grabbed up quickly. She opened the smooth linen paper and grinned as she recognized the handwriting.

Alexandra

Have dinner with me tonight.

I know there are supposed to be rules for this sort of thing, and I have the vague memory that asking on the same day is frowned upon. Please accept the flowers as my way of suggesting you avoid the rules. If the idea feels strange to you, know that I enjoyed giving you something pretty.

Eight o’clock…

Robert

Attached to the note were directions from her apartment to an address with which she wasn’t familiar. Alex rolled her eyes and giggled. He was certainly confident, to say the least. A part of her couldn’t help but be attracted to that sheer self-confidence and what seemed like an innate security he had in who he was.

Whoever he was.

Her mind drifted to the time they had spent together.

In all actuality, it was not much time at all. The rational side of her mind found it hard to accept how much she trusted him. Despite that, there was no denying it.

“But why?” she whispered quietly to herself.

Em stepped through the door, and Alex turned, grinning at her. “Want a flower?”

Gaping, Em looked around the room slowly. “Is this from ‘the guy’?”

Alex laughed softly. “Yes, dear. They’re from ‘the guy’. However, this is the least ‘guy-like’ man I’ve ever met.”

Em let out an exasperated sigh. “How do you do it, Alex? No men in your life, and all of a sudden, you have one who would do something like this??”

She shrugged and laughed. “Don’t ask me, Em. And I don’t ‘have’ him. He just hasn’t stumbled onto all my deep, dark secrets yet.”

Bending down to sniff one of the tea roses appraisingly, Em rolled her eyes. “What deep dark secrets? Ohhhhh! You mean that—oooooo…I should shush. There could be hidden cameras!”

Alex decided it was best for once to just keep her mouth shut and held up the note for her friend to read.

Em’s eyes rounded and she grinned, straightening her shoulders. She spoke seriously. “You do know what this means, don’t you, Alex?”

Biting back a laugh, Alex cleared her throat. “What does it mean, Miss Emily?”

Em frowned at her. “It means, my dear, dear friend….that we…” She trailed off and lowered her eyes a moment before raising them. “We must….shop.”

Laughing hard at her friend, Alex raised her hands in partial surrender. “We shop. After lunch?”

Continuing in her dramatics, Emily pressed on, with a hand lightly against her collarbone. “In times like these, we must look beyond our baser desires for food to more important…more vital…more life-affirming things…..like clothes!”

******

It was the perfect dress. Alex stood in front of her open closet with Emily, and they smiled together. Fresh from their shopping adventures, it was hanging on the inside of the door.

Em turned to Alex and laughed. “What are you waiting for? Put the damned thing on. We spent long enough searching for it.”

Alex hugged her spontaneously. “Today was such fun. Thank you for not strangling me. I have a feeling I was more than a little picky.”

Rolling her eyes, Em chuckled and poked her playfully in the stomach. “You weren’t picky. Picky is looking for that perfect shade of pink in a sweater. Today… Alex, my dear friend, today…you were searching for the Holy Grail.”

Alex burst out laughing and wrapped her arms around her stomach. Grinning at Em, her laughter subsided to giggles and she replied, “And I do believe we found it, didn’t we?”

Em eyed the dress carefully like an artist studies his masterpiece. “Yes. Yes, we most certainly did.”

******

Tugging nervously at the ends of the light wrap settled around her shoulders, she walked along the paved sidewalk, smiling at the quaint lanterns lighting the pathway. This was an area she had never seen before. Located just beyond the western edge of the city, there was an even mix of elegant homes and stately businesses. Alex’s curiosity grew as she watched the numbers inch closer to those of the address she had memorized before leaving her apartment.

Where was she going? What was she doing? Would he think it strange that she had promised to call her friend when she had arrived? Questions flowed through her brain, but they stopped abruptly as she spotted a building with 1321 engraved in curved script above a large white door. Her mind quieted as the tiny click of her heels came to a stop on the sidewalk in front of the fenced yard.

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Where this story ends doesn’t sound like the end and maybe it isn’t but for now it is. If you think I should go on, say so but if not then I’m pretty happy with the way it is.

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It doesn’t matter where or how I met Brenda. When I first saw her she was in her wheelchair where she had been confined since birth. She was born with muscular distrophy. Brenda was an extraordinary woman. Nothing in life was ever easy for her. She has a good mind and has used it to make a successful entrepreneur of herself. At 31 she is what people with no disabling physical problem oft times only hoped to be.

I flew to meet Brenda at her home. She welcomed me and made me feel particularly special. She had come in a van. She didn’t expect what I had in mind. Brenda told me where her van was parked and I told her not to worry about it. I nodded to a black stretch limousine just to our right front. I motioned for the driver to come around the car. He did so and opened the rear door for us. I had wheeled Brenda to the door. I told her to put her arms around my neck as I leaned over to pick her up. She did so and I put my hands under her butt and lifted her up so she was fully in my arms. The car door and seat were directly behind mind so a slight step to my rear allowed me to slowly bend at the knees until I was seated, my legs still out the door. I pushed my way into the car, still holding onto Brenda although now she was sitting in my lap. I found her to be relatively light in weight, at least as far as I was concerned. I pushed myself towards the middle of the car. Still holding Brenda by her butt I was able to place her easily into the corner of the seat of the car. I had an extra-long hand strap installed for her to hold onto. The driver placed her wheelchair in the trunk of the car and we were off.

Brenda asked where we were going and I told her not to worry that she would enjoy it. I told her to use the car phone to tell her sister that she would be out of town for the weekend. I had given Brenda a phone number to call that would ring a pocket phone and told her to have her sister ring her back on it. She did and Brenda was looked quite satisfied at the events that far. She asked again where we were going and I told her to be patient, that she would have all the answers in just a few hours.

I raised the translucent window between us and the driver. We could see him, though it was through a filmy glass but he could not see us nor did he have any control over the window. I am quite insistent on my privacy. I told Brenda to put on her lap seat belt to help keep her stabilized. She did so and found me sitting as close to her as I could. I gave her a long full kiss on her lips. While kissing me Brenda grabbed onto the hand strap to hold on. I broke the kiss and ran my hands around her back and gave her a long loving hug. My left hand ran up her right arm to where she was holding the strap. With a quick and easy move I was able to handcuff her hand to the strap. I pushed back and away to see her now. There was a definite look of shock in her face though she didn’t say a word. From a small leather bag sitting on the other side of me I took a cloth rope which was looped on one end. I slipped this end around her right wrist and then tied it to the hand strap on my side. Brenda still had not said a word nor had she moved at all. I don’t know if she were too surprised by it. I then took a second rope, this one made of a very soft sturdy material. I looped one end around her right hand and ran it through and tied it off on the handcuff on her left hand. This insured the integrity of the ties.

I asked her at this point how she was feeling. She said she felt a bit strange in this position but she was not afraid. I assured her there was no reason to be afraid. With her hands secured and her seat belt around her waist, Brenda was rendered immobile in that she did not have the use of her legs. I explained to her at that point how trust between partners was paramount. She agreed. We decided upon a “safe word,” a word or phrase she could use if she became scared or particularly uncomfortable at any time. We decided that the words “it hurts” could in no way be misinterpreted and so that became her safe word.

I went to my leather bag again a produced a very sharp hunting knife. I warned Brenda that it was very sharp and if she remained calm I wouldn’t even nick her let alone cut her. She smiled telling me that it was all right. To show her just how sharp it was I took the knife and with ease cut the top button of her blouse off. Brenda said I should be careful because she didn’t have anything else to wear. I told her not to worry that everything hand been attended to. She told me she didn’t understand but that she trusted me.

That said, I slowly cut away the rest of her buttons one by one. I pushed aside her blouse enough so that he bra came into view. It was a white one of no particular note. I took the knife and slowly placed the knife underneath it where it held the bra cups together. Then, with a quick move, I pulled the knife to me, the material cut away Kartal Ukraynalı Escort as if it were only crepe paper. I noticed a shiver come over Brenda. She smiled and I told her not to say a word. She nodded her head in agreement. I then used the knife to move the bra first away from one breast and then the other. In each case, however, her position kept the blouse and bra pushing back over her breasts. I decided this was totally unsuitable. I stood up as best I could and used the knife to cut down the sleeve of one arm and then the other pulling it across the front on the blouse until some of the material fell away of its own and I was able to easily remove the rest. Finally, by simply cutting the straps of her bra I was able to pull it from her body leaving her entirely naked from the waist up.

I took a little time to gaze upon her naked breasts for a little while. It came to me that I might try something which had the possibility of being very erotic. I moved myself as closely to her as possible. I took the knife and ever so lightly touched the tip of one of her nipples. I then moved it from there to the bottom of her nipple and very gently traced the bottom of her taut nipple. This made her nipple visibly harder. From there I pulled then knife tip lightly down her front, around her belly button to the top of her pants. As things were I decided to take the easy route, I pulled her pants and panties down at the same time leaving her completely naked in the car.

There was something that did not seem quite satisfactory yet, however. I moved her legs apart so that her pussy was in full view. Now things were as I desired. It was at this point I pulled a blindfold from the leather case and told her of the inner padding to insure she could see nothing. I placed the pure black blindfold over her eyes and pulled the cinch in the rear for proper tightness. Now my mind was racing with what I would do first. Brenda was in total submission and I had every intention of making the most of it.

I pulled some ice from the car’s bar and rubbed it over and around her nipples. The melting ice dripping down the sides of her breasts and into the valley between them and finally flowing down to her belly button. I took some more of the ice and rubbed it along her lips. I had one large cube now and told her to lick it. She did. I took the cube and placed it into her pussy between her legs and removed my hand. Brenda squirmed underneath the coldness of the ice in her pussy. I pulled a lemon from the bar and squeezed the lemon quarter so a small bit squirted into the air. I asked her what it was she smelled. She said she couldn’t tell me so I told her it was an orange. I told her I would place it to her mouth so she could taste it. I did that and she said how sweet it tasted. I decided to take this little experiment of mine one step further. I took a packet of sugar, wet my finger tips and took up some of the sugar. I told Brenda that I was putting salt on her lips. She slowly moved her tongue out to taste it and quickly retracted it saying there was so much on her lower lip she was afraid it would dry there. I told her not to talk so much and to worry even less. I told her the proper reply at this point was, “Yes sir.,” to which she responded in like manner.

Next I took out two nipple clamps. One at a time a attached them to her nipples just tightly enough so they stayed on but not tightly enough so they could possibly hurt. I told Brenda that later on they would be tightened little by little. I told her I was going to check each to make sure they did not fall off. I took the time to actually tighten them a little more, Brenda seemed not to notice. The clips were tied together by a rope style silver chain.

I could feel the car coming to a stop. I used the intercom to ask the driver why he was stopping. He informed me we needed gas. I thought it would be a good time to use the men’s room, told Brenda and told her I’d be right back. She expressed a like need. I informed her that unless she desired to go entirely naked to the lady’s room she’d have to stay where she was and that in good time she’d be relieved. I reminded her of the condition of her clothing, got out of the car closing the door behind me. Brenda protested however I didn’t hear what she said entirely. It was not her safe word so I did not concern myself with it.

When I was done relieving myself I went to the small convenience store within the gas station bought some water, candy and a few other food items. I returned to the car. The chauffeur was standing outside the rear door of the car. I told him not to bother with the door. He waited for me to get in before entering the car himself. We were off again. Brenda asked me how I was going to arrange for her to relieve herself and I told her that it was taken care of and she would be attended to in good time. I told her how important it was to be patient and to always do exactly as I said. She promised she would. I could see her strain a little at the ties on her arms. She didn’t protest though. Once back on the Interstate I opened Kartal Üniversiteli Escort the bottle of water, took a drink and offered Brenda some. She took some to get the “salt” off her lips. I told her she needed to drink some more so she’d be satisfied for at least an hour. She did without a word. As I held the water up she tried to move away from the bottle by holding her head down and away from the bottle, the water fell from her mouth and onto her body. She asked me to dry her off. I told her it was not necessary, she’d dry off soon enough.

Brenda then asked me how much longer it would be before we got to where we were going. I assured her that we were literally minutes away. The sound of stones crackling beneath the wheels of the car seeped through. Brenda turned her head as if to see where she was. The car came to a stop. I told her I would be back in one minute. I instructed the driver to remove several clothing bags from the trunk and take them inside the house. I gave him keys to do this. Having done that I told him to get in the car and when he heard the door slam shut to stay there for a minute before parking the car and going to the servant quarters of the house.

I got into the rear of the car and removed the restraints. I told Brenda that she was not to touch the blindfold however. I assured her that we were on a very large estate which sat well back from the road. I got out of the car from my side and went around to where she was seated, undid the seat belt and picked her up. I carried her up the steps to the front door which had been left slightly ajar as instructed.

Brenda then heard a woman’s voice and asked who it was. I told her it was just one of the servants and not to concern herself with it. She told me she was a little bit scared. I reassured her there was nothing to fear. I told her she was going to be extremely well taken care of for the entire weekend. I told her not to remove the mask until told to do so. She agreed. I carried her to the master bedroom upstairs. Again Brenda heard a woman’s voice, a different one this time. I noticed she was about to speak and put my finger on her lips indicating she should not say a thing. Actually there were two women in the room unknown to Brenda. I asked them if they fully understood what they were to do and they said they did. I told them to proceed. Now Brenda was aware of the second woman’s presence. I placed Brenda in her wheelchair which had been brought up. One of the women pushed it into the bathroom that led off from the bedroom. One of the women took the mask off Brenda’s face. Brenda seemed a bit shocked to see both women, apparently in their 20s, were completely naked. One of the women helped Brenda onto the side of the sunken oversized bath. To her it look more like a wading pool. The other woman took Brenda’s legs and placed them into the bath. The water had already been drawn and Brenda found it to be just a little bit hot but not too much so. Once in the tub one of the women, wit light brown hair, stood in the tub the other woman holding Brenda from outside the tub. The woman in the tub took Brenda’s right hand, lifted it just above Brenda’s head, placed a handcuff around Brenda’s wrist and attached the other end to a wooden handle that was suspended by a chain from the ceiling. Brenda was told to see if she could easily wrap her hand around the handle. She could. The woman told her that was just for safety, emphasizing the word ‘just.’ Brenda pulled on it and noticed that although it was sturdy there was some motion downward in it allowing her to pull it down a little bit.

That done, the woman outside the tub placed a wooden chair into the tub and the two women helped Brenda into it. Brenda looked down at the bottom of the chair legs and saw there was some sort of rubber grip that stabilized the chair. The blonde woman who had been standing outside the tub now got in behind Brenda and asked her if she were comfortable. She showed Brenda two leather looped straps hanging from the ends of each arm of the chair, for purposes of safety she could grab onto them if she started to feel unsafe. Then the woman behind Brenda took a shower head which was at the end of a flexible metal hose, turned on the water and then directed the stream of water to Brenda’s neck. Brenda could feel the very warm water stream down her neck over her shoulders and down her front. She started to relax under the water’s soothing stream.

The woman who had been standing in front of Brenda introduced herself as Donna and the woman behind her as Sandra. She explained it was their job to get her very clean so she would be ready. Brenda asked what it was she would be ready for. Donna told her that she would know that in just a little while and not to worry, to enjoy her bath. Brenda did so. Sandra gave Brenda a warm wet face cloth and told her to use it for her eyes while she shampooed her hair. At first the shampoo felt like any other Brenda had given herself. Then, she could feel Sandra’s obviously strong hands massaging her scalp. It was obvious to Brenda that Sandra was Kartal Vip Escort expert in what she was doing, the scalp massage felt extremely good and very relaxing. Sandra explained to her that in addition to being clean she needed to be completely relaxed. Sandra pressed her finger tips against the sides of Brenda’s head near her eyes and massaged there. Then she turned her attention to Brenda’s neck. It seemed that Sandra was fully aware of every little place that could have any tenseness at all. Brenda relaxed her entire body as Sandra’s hands expertly used a combination of the slipperiness of the soap and gentle pressure to relieve all signs of tension. As Sandra started working on Brenda’s shoulders Donna took a bar of soap and began to wash Brenda’s front. Donna was kneeling in front of Brenda as she soaped up her hands and then applied the soap to Brenda’s chest. First she took that soap and worked up Brenda right arm. She took great care in using a combination of soap, wash cloth and her hands in exacting a complete washing of Brenda’s right arm and hand. Sandra washed the soap off at Donna’s request. Donna did the same thing to Brenda’s left arm and hand. At that point Sandra told Brenda to be prepared to place the wash cloth over her eyes while she rinsed her hair. As everything else had been to that point great care was taken in assuring all soap was removed from Brenda’s hair. Sandra told Brenda she was applying a hair rinse. Once again, exactly as she had shampooed Brenda, Sandra applied and rubbing in the hair rinse to her hair. The second massage was equal to the first and Brenda found this to be equally as relaxing as well. Brenda had been feeling sexually aroused by the attention of the women from the first time she saw them. At this point she was very aroused. She said nothing, however, but allowed herself to enjoy it to its fullest.

As Sandra was rinsing Brenda’s hair Donna began to soap Brenda’s chest and stomach. As before, Donna paid very close attention to cleaning Brenda’s entire front, breasts, stomach and arm pits. Brenda found herself become ever more aroused. Donna placed aside the wash cloth, took the soap in her hand and ran the soap and her hands over Brenda’s breasts. Donna gently squeezed Brenda’s breasts and then pushed her hands up on Brenda’s chest, around to her underarms and then in a sweeping motion brought both hands down her sides and then back up over her stomach to her breasts again. The motions and sensations that Donna created were as erotic as any Brenda had ever felt. She felt herself shiver under Donna’s touch a little more each time Donna’s hands ran over her body. Brenda looked up into Donna’s face but could not tell how much Donna was enjoying this, she gave no appearance one way or the other. The sensations were so wonderful Brenda lost herself in the feelings. Brenda opened her eyes just in time to notice Donna nod to Sandra. Sandra cleaned all the soap from Brenda’s body. Where ever Sandra directed the water Donna followed using her hands to help clean off the soap. As they cleaned off Brenda’s front she felt Donna pinch her nipples lightly as she ran her hands over her breasts.

Just at about that point I entered the bathroom and went to the foot of the tub so I could watch the proceedings. I immediately took off the bath robe I was wearing and stood naked before Brenda. In watching these women work on Brenda, almost oblivious to my presence, my cock became erect almost immediately. Brenda fixed her eyes upon my erect cock. I smiled at her and she then blushed when she knew I had noticed her stare. Donna asked me if they should proceed and I told her to do so. Sandra wrapped her arms around Brenda from behind and under Brenda’s arms. Her hands were directly over Brenda’s breasts but did not clutch them. She instructed Brenda to grasp the handle next to her right hand to steady herself and then lift her to an upright position. Sandra pulled down an harness sort of device to hold Brenda upright and secured it. It wrapped around her chest and back and upward from under her arms where the support widened greatly. Sandra suggested that even though she was securely fastened, Brenda should still hold onto the strap which was still attached to her right wrist for steadiness. Donna now wrapped her arms around Brenda, her legs bent at the knees, and helped Brenda to her feet while Sandra tightened the harness. While she was holding Brenda, Donna took the opportunity to kiss Brenda on her neck. Donna’s breasts were firmly pressed against Brenda’s and Donna acted upon her own feelings. When the harness was in place and Sandra said it was all right to let go, Donna did not let go immediately. With a smile on her face Donna kissed Brenda full upon her lips and allowed her tongue to probe Brenda. The kiss did not last long but its effect was immediate and pronounced for both women. Donna let go and looked back at me. I nodded my approval. Brenda looked down and saw that the harness had lifted her just enough so her legs, though not straightened out, we resting upon her feet and bent outward at the knees. She also noticed that her feet were tied with about two feet of separation between them. Brenda looked back over her shoulder at Sandra and then back at Donna in front of her. She asked about the ankle ties as they seemed entirely unnecessary. I told her everything had a purpose and in due time she would understand it all.

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Three in the morning, driving on a two lane road that snakes through the mountains is not my idea of a good time. My experience at the airport has done nothing to improve my mood and this is making the beginning of my vacation a bit trying.

I know as I pull into town that you will be waiting for me. I called an hour ago to let you know I was on my way. You have not seen me in quite some time and the things that I have ordered you to do were going to be difficult. My instructions on the phone had been clear. Check me into my cabin, wait until it is dark and then turn on all the lights. You will then remove all of your clothing and put on the special collar and the white flowing skirt. Next, according to my instructions, you are to make sure all of the window shades are up, so that anyone walking by could look in and see you.

Colorado is more beautiful than I expected, and I instantly see why you enjoy living here. I was quite startled as I drove through the down town area and found myself having to stop as several large elk, lazily stepped off the curb in front of the shops and slowly made their way to greener pastures. Hmmm small town… I instantly understand why you find it hard to find people to play with.

I am almost to the cabin, if you have followed the remainder of my directions I should find you kneeling in front of the fireplace, bare breasted, blindfolded and the large two tone cock nestled between your legs keeping you stimulated.

I doubt that you can hear my car door, but even if you can you cannot be sure that it is me. What if it is someone else? Surely leaving the door unlocked so your Master can get in wouldn’t Kartal Fetiş Escort result in some stranger helping him or herself to that which is on display?

I look in the window and see that you have complied exactly as I ordered. My mountain dew is waiting next to the riding crop, and you are exactly as I ordered. You will be both rewarded and punished.

I open the door as quietly as I can, and I see you stiffen. I say nothing. Just my presence in the room. You have no way of knowing that it is me. I step lightly around the room and retrieve the crop. I move directly behind you and feel your tits in my hand, weighing them, making small circles around the nipples with my thumb. My hands are cold and unfamiliar. You shutter and your nipples get very hard.

I pull from my pocket a set of clamps and attach them one by one to your nipples. I then give the chain a little tug and move you forward a bit. This makes you sexy ass available to me, and moves the skirt enough that I can see the dildo still wedged in your dripping sex.

My hand runs down your back and across your ass and flicks the base of the shaft. You moan and I can see the lubrication. I take the crop and I slap lightly and playfully at you butt, and then with a bit more intensity. You take each stroke with perfect submissiveness.

I am getting excited from playing with you and I feel I should not deny myself further. I move around to the front of you and push you back onto your heels. I unzip my black Dockers and pull my ever stiffing cock out and push it to your lips. You respond well and soon I am working not to fall down and not to Kartal Gecelik Escort orgasm. I don’t wish for this to be over so soon.

After a couple of close calls, I remove myself from you and you whimper a little. For your begging you receive a couple of slaps to the inside of your thighs and you are silent again.

I pull the chain attached between your breasts and move you into a new position. This has to effects, one of which is to make you completely exposed to me and the second is the fake cock you had been riding to fall out. I pick it up and push it to your lips. You hesitantly lick the head and I force it into your mouth, you suck tentatively and after a few moments I remove it and set it to the side.

I rummage in a nearby bag and remove a vibrator. I set it on low and I start working it down your body, first setting the clamps a buzz and then lower until I watch you dance as my fingers and the vibrator make you thrust your hips up to increase the pressure. I resist chuckling and move it away. Teasing you is such fun.

I move the vibrator back and it only takes a few moments until I see you start to tense your body. I watch as the first wave of orgasm crashes over you, and I see you shutter and hear you moan.

Then I do something I normally do not do. I slip a condom over my cock and slide into you. Instantly you tense up. It is not the normal and you reach to move your blindfold, but I pin your hands. Still no words are spoken.

I push deep inside you and hold myself there savoring your tightness. Then without warning I start thrusting like a mad man. I use my teeth and yank on Kartal Genç Escort your clamps.

You yelp and try to move with me, but this rhythm is completely abnormal… I see you breathing is getting shallower and I can tell you are concerned. Where you may have once been sure it was me, you no longer are. It has been to long since we were last together; you can no longer be sure.

You open your mouth and start to say something and I pull out completely. You stop, unsure of what to do. I yank of the rubber and reinsert myself into you. Still you can’t be sure, your mind is spinning as I bring myself ever closer to climax. The stimulation is putting you over the edge and the fear that it might not be me is the last thing you need to bring you off loudly.

Your orgasm sends me into mine and I spurt shot after shot up into you. It has been a while for me as well and I cum quite a lot. I see you relax, and I feel the need to do at least one more thing to put you off your senses. I move slowly down and lick your lips. I slide my tongue over you hidden button and you gasp. This is something I have never done and you cannot imagine me doing. I slide my tongue deep inside you and the salty taste makes me gag a little. I take a couple more laps and then stand up quickly and bolt for the door. You hear it open rapidly left wide and you hear my voice say “Hey who the hell are you” Loudly. You rip off you blindfold to see me standing in the doorway.

I look down at you, clamped and cum soaked. “Who was that butterfly?” I question as seriously as I can muster.

She looks up at me, relieved, smiles and says, “Its not my place to say Master, but You might wish to zip up your fly.”

I laugh as I move in and hug her and lead her off to bed.

I couldn’t resist trying my hand a second time. My butterfly gives me so many ideas and things to write about…

I may just have to continue. All comments are welcome.

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This is a story someone told me that may have come from several people down the line. I cannot vouch for its authenticity.

~ Krystal

*****

Sandi worked part-time as a transvestite callgurl for an agency. Her boss was a generic female named Rita, who was the one that sent Sandi on her various assignments. Most were men from out of town in hotels looking for a walk on the wild side and an occasional fellow crossdresser, tired of trawling through the online ads and looking for a quick hookup.

On one evening in March, Sandi received a text from Rita that read:

See a M/F couple!!, “Porsche and Tony” at their hotel room. She’s in charge.

Bring your Viagra, she wants to see you get hard. I want details.

Rita included the hotel and room number, and Sandi was on her way to meet the new clients. This is the story she told:

Twenty minutes after the text I knocked on the door to room 358 and was greeted by a small genetic woman whose thick blond hair flowed several inches down her back. Although, I wouldn’t have picked the name “Porsche” as a pseudonym, she was an attractive woman in her mid-twenties. She stood about five foot two, with large green eyes, a slender frame and small yet well-rounded breasts. She was dressed casually in slacks, a top that showed a nice glimpse of her shoulders and pointy toe flats. Again, not how I’d picture someone in this kind of setup to dress, but then I’ve never been in something like this before.

“Hi, you must be Sandi,” she said pleasantly as she ushered me into the room. A small round table held a nice selection of alcoholic beverages, mixers and clean tumblers. “Can I offer you anything, Sandi?”

Even with the promise Kartal Öğrenci Escort of a potentially pleasant scenario, I turned the drink down, hoping to move things along. She had me remove my skirt and panties, then sit on the on the end of one of the twin beds. My gurl clitty stood nicely at attention ready for whatever came its way. Porsche sat in a chair facing the bed, remaining completely clothed. She smiled, before she called, “Tony. We’re ready.”

A man, nearly a full foot taller than Porsche, came in from the bathroom. He was completely naked, but his penis dangled semi-rigid. He said nothing, but nodded his head to acknowledge my presence.

Crossing her legs in a ladylike pose, Porsche took a sip of a light-brown liqueur and began to direct, “OK, Tony, start sucking Sandi’s cock, you fucking faggot.”

Tony positioned himself in front of me and surrounded my genitalia between his lips. He was obviously inexperienced, but was attempting to do a decent job.

“Is he giving you an adequate blowjob, Sandi,” she asked, as she sipped a glass of Smirnoff and soda on the rocks.

“I’m enjoying it,” I replied, trying to act as if I was into it.

“No, Sandi, be honest. Is Tony any good at sucking cock? You and I both know how to give head. He’s terrible.”

“He could use some pointers,” I said diplomatically. “He needs to go in regular motions, use his tongue at the tip more and stimulate my scrotum with his figures.”

“See that, asshole. You’re a failure, even at something as simple as a blowjob. Sandi, you should see this pathetic loser try to work my v-jay. He’s worthless.”

For some reason, I felt the need to defend Tony. “With Kartal Çıtır Escort practice, he’d be all right.”

Addressing herself directly toward Tony, Porsche’s voice raised in volume, “Forget it, you useless dolt. If you aren’t putting in the effort, there’s no point in bothering Sandi with your incompetence. Get on your knees. Sandi can just corn-hole you. That doesn’t require much skill. You can just be a goddamn worthless male slut and take in up the ass.”

Tony, without saying a word, straddled the edge of the bed and spread his legs apart. Porsche handed me a half-full container of Vaseline that I used to lubricate his rectum. I applied a condom and entered him. His hips bucked slightly as he adjusted to the intrusion, and I began to rock back and forth inside him. I was thankful for the effects of the Viagra I’d taken prior to coming here, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to stay hard under these working conditions.

From her chair, she called out, “Hey, fairy-boy, don’t just lay there like a retarded lump. Move your fucking hips. Do something to keep Sandi from falling asleep.”

Tony began to grind his tush in rhythm with my pushing and grabbed the mattress with both hands. In the meantime, Porsche had pulled out her cell phone and began to take pictures of him being sodomized. With each shot, she showed the results to Tony. “You like these? How about if I let them leak out to your friends and family? How would you feel?”

I hoped there was no one in the room next door to hear her through the walls. Tony remained completely silent.

She turned to me and in a calm, voice said, “You can cum in his pansy ass whenever you want.”

I pushed Kartal Elit Escort harder and with more speed. Already preoccupied by thoughts of things going on in my own life, I wanted this to be over. At last, I shot my wad into Tony’s posterior. At Porsche’s command, I empty the contents of the condom onto her upper buttocks, and she took more photos. He stood, without wiping as my spunk ran down to his legs.

“Well, thank her for riding you like the stupid indiscriminate bitch that you are.”

Tony kissed me full on the lips, but there was poorly passion on either of our parts. Two more shots were recorded on her cell phone.

Turning to leave, I was stopped by Porsche, as she tossed Tony his wallet. “What, no tip, you cheap bastard?”

Tony opened the wallet and pulled out a twenty. Porsche tore the wallet from his hand, “Do you think $20 will cut it for what Sandi had to put up with?” She removed five hundred-dollar bills and handed them to me. For the first time, I noted a look of resistance on Tony’s face. “Oh, you don’t like that amount? How about another hundred? It’s still way cheaper than what it could cost you, cocksucker.” She hurled the wallet back at Tony. He removed another bill and begrudgingly handed it to me. He looked nearly ready to cry as he handed me the money.

Porsche smiled pleasantly at me and thanked me for my time, as I made a welcomed exit. My cell phone signaled an incoming text as I walked down the hall. Another job from Rita:

Hey, gurlfriend Xperience, got a Tom – wants an ATM. That means

Ass-to-Mouth, LO-fucking-L. You’re in luck – your ass, his mouth, then he

uses your cum catcher to finish off. Be sure to snowball – NO SHIT! Kisses

After reading the text, I turned to look down the hallway toward room 358. I spotted a muscular black male, dressed in a dark netted tank top and tight shorts knock on the door. I turned to walk away as I heard Porsche’s voice, “Hi, you must be Terrance.”

~ The End ~

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(Futa on male, futa on female, oral, anal, bondage, cuckold)

Standing in front of the master bedroom’s door, I realize it is times like this that are the sole reason the middle-aged couple hired me. I’m a mediocre cook, only passable at cleaning, barely have the patience to tutor the youngest child and am not pretty enough to be a trophy hire, but there is one thing I do that the other maids can’t.

I turn and look into hallway mirror, making sure I’m looking my best. A mistress in a maid’s uniform, I know the impression is half the performance. White thigh highs, five inch stiletto heels and a low cut top only matched by the hemline so high my cock is swinging below it. Satisfied that I’m putting forward the proper image, I open the door and walk in confidently.

“Good evening,” I say, tinging my words with malice. I’ve never been the kind of domme to force the terminology of submission on my submissives nor do I waste much time on formality.

Both the husband and wife look towards me from their bed, apprehension and unease on their faces. Even after months, they haven’t quite gotten comfortable with their roles and rarely react to my presence quickly. I don’t give them the time to figure out either, quickly grabbing the wife by her long blonde tresses and yanking her towards me, head-first, “Get over here, you goddamned slut,” my voice a harsh bark to back up my actions.

I stare her husband in the eye as I pull her head back, squeeze her cheeks to force her mouth open and kiss her deeply, lewd slurping noises filling the room when our tongues intertwine. I can feel his jealousy and it nourishes me, even as I reach into the pockets of my uniform and produce a set of handcuffs. I let go of her cheeks and pull her hands down behind her back, snapping the cuffs into place and completing her restraint. My hand reaches elsewhere and grabs a hold of her titflesh, mauling the sensitive globe before forcefully pulling it from its confines in her nightgown.

She moans into my mouth and in response I slap her, hard. “Fucking whore!” I yell at her before jamming my tongue back into her mouth. The husband stirs, vacillating between wanting to intercede and being frozen by my glare. I instinctively know to back away at this point; I’ve enough experience at this to know when I’m close to overplaying my hand.

I let my tongue slide from the wife’s mouth, licking her lips as I break the one-sided kiss and massaging her single exposed breast in my hand before I push her down, face-first, onto the bed. I keep my eyes on the husband as I explore her curves with my hands, starting from her slender shoulders and ending at her ample hips. It’s then I dig in with my fingers and pull her back to the edge of the bed, then raise the nightgown up over her waist and slide her panties down her legs and from around her feet.

“You married a fucking whore, you know that? I bet you couldn’t count the guys that have run through this bitch and you still put a ring on her.”

Grasping her panties in my hand, I press them to my nose and inhale and then lick my lips for the husband’s benefit. His cock throbs at the sight of me sniffing his wife’s panties and I get another deep breath before balling them up in my hand. I grab her hair once more, pulling on it hard enough to force a cry of pain out and take the opportunity to stuff the panties in her mouth. She looks up at me, fear on her face, before I throw her head down onto the bed and drive her legs apart, rubbing my dick against her meaty cunt lips. I give one last look at her husband.

Then I thrust forward and make a cuckold of him.

“Oh fuck yeah, this is some good pussy you got here…”

The wife moans into her make-shift gag and I press deeper, forcing her to stretch to accommodate my size. The squish of her juices is loud enough the husband can hear and I see his cock wag up and down as the sound reaches his ears. Pulling my cock out slowly, I let her cunt lips stretch around the head of my prick before it pistons back into her, letting her scream and moan and cry. I drive harder this time, trying to get the last few inches into her, but it’s to no avail.

Instead I begin a steady pounding, keeping my hand on the back of her head, forcing her face into the sheets as I put my back into fucking her like a ten dollar whore. My thrusts send ripples through her body – especially her big, pale ass – the juicy sounds of pussy cream being speared joined by the sharp slap of flesh on flesh. The wife has a nice sluthole on her – not tight enough and definitely not deep enough, but still plenty good for a nice hatefuck – and I spend the next few minutes focused on enjoying her. Every few thrusts I give her ass a hard slap with my free hand, until there is a hand-sized, dull red blotch on her cheek.

“Want me to stop? Huh, bitch? No? Of course you wouldn’t, you fucking slut,” I pull Kartal Esmer Escort her head up and slap her again, “Worthless pieces of fuckmeat always want dick, don’t they?”

She whimpers through her panties while looking up at me, tears running down her face, but an expression of unadulterated lust in her eyes. I cruelly take hold of one of her nipples, first twisting it a full three hundred and sixty degrees then pulling it away from her body, lifting her breast upward in the process. The wife continues whimpering, taking a higher pitch as I first grab her nipple, then transitioning into an outright scream when I wrench it forward.

When I hear her make that noise, it causes my balls to surge with a huge load of cum.

I look back to her husband one more time, staring at him while I pummel his wife’s cunt, the one she swore to give to him and him alone. My eyes are heavy-lidded, my lip is quivering and I’m slamming into her body like a head-on collision at eighty miles an hour. The wife’s exclamations have taken the pathetic character of a sort of half-sobbing, half-sniveling yet I drill her mercilessly. The husband knows what’s coming and he’s powerless to stop it under the influence of my gaze.

But I decide to flip the script and yank my cock out of her sloppy mess of a cunt with a loud slurp. Then I rise up on the bed and pull her to her knees by her hair. I spit right on her face and slap her with my dick before reaching into her mouth and roughly pulling her panties out, throwing them across the room onto her husband’s chest. With one parting slap, I finally push her mouth under my balls, “Lick me! Get your tongue on this pussy!”

She extends her tongue gingerly, her first licks tepid, weak little strokes of the tip of her tongue, so I pull her face away, spit on her again and scream at her, “I said fucking lick, not tickle! Get your fucking mouth into gear, you whore, and do your fucking job!”

Her mouth opens and she pushes her tongue as far out as it can go. Satisfied, I grab her head with both hands and haul her face back under my pussy, pushing the folds of my pussy onto her tongue, “Come on you filthy slut, tongue it.”

The wife laps at my pussy like a thirsty dog but it isn’t enough for me. I ball my hands in her hair and grind my sex against her open mouth, cooing softly as her face darkens from being denied oxygen to breath. She changes her method in response, slipping her tongue deep and rolling it back in a “come hither” motion. A wet smack sounds every time her tongue leaves my juicy pussy and her lips attempt to breakaway. It sounds a lot like she’s making out with my honey pot, which I think is sexy and let her know it: “Mmmm yeah… eat it, eat that pussy whore. Get your tongue deep in there…. mmm… that’s it. At your mouth is good for something other than sucking cock.”

I look toward her husband, “Maybe hubby wants a taste?”

He makes a whiny, non-committal noise and I laugh briefly at his expense before his wife’s tongue slides along a particularly erogenous spot in my pussy. I grit my teeth and hiss, throwing my head back and continuing to grind against her mouth for a few more seconds before letting go of her hair and stepping back.

She looks like an absolute mess. Her face is an absolute mess of wetness, smeared about her lips, cheeks and chin, with shiny rivulets leading down her neck to her chest. Her hair has that matted, disheveled look that typically accompanies rough sex. Her skin is bright red with exertion, while her chest is visibly heaving thanks to her heavy breathing and her eyes are glassy with satisfied lust. I put my palm on her face and push her aside, walking across the bed to her husband.

He’s panting like a dog and so I treat him like one. My first action is to get between his legs, spitting on my thick nine inches of girlmeat before letting it flop against his member, only a bit over half my size. He opens his mouth to say something, but my hand covers it in a flash, pushing him flat on his back as I grab his wrists, “No. No talking,” I order him sternly before removing my hand.

The husband nods and, satisfied he will not disobey, I let go of his mouth and reach into my maid’s uniform for the second set of handcuffs, briskly locking his wrists to the bedpost. He tries to pull them away and the cuffs clang against the heavy iron while I smile wickedly. I run my fingers along his jawline, admiring his handsome features before calling for his wife, “Get over here whore!”

His wife approaches on her hands and knees, with the sort of slow meekness one might expect from a child anticipating a punishment. That actually isn’t terribly far off the mark and I grab the back of her neck, “Suck your husband’s cock. Don’t stop until I say,” leavening my words with implied threat.

She takes to my orders with eagerness born of fear, grabbing the Kartal Eve Gelen Escort base of his dick and bobbing her head up and down rapidly. I watch her for a few seconds, stroking my own cock at the same time before getting down to the business at hand. Using my knees, I force her husband’s legs apart, rubbing the head of my cock against his tight, heavy balls. He groans, but cuts it off sharply when I look up at him, remembering my words and not wanting to risk my wrath. I reach to his nipple and give it a painful twist anyway, just to remind him I’m in charge and he strains to stay silent, especially when I twist harder.

But he’s good at obeying and so I go back to my original exercise, moving the head of my cock down from his balls, slowly across the perineum and finally to his super-tight hole. I slowly rub myself in circles around his ass, smearing precum all over to help ease my way in. I could feel him tense up as he felt my stiff prick preparing him for a rough ride, his body squirming away. I run a gentle hand through the top of his crew-cut black hair to calm him. But I juxtapose this act of tenderness with one of brutality when I reach down to grab his wife by her golden locks and cruelly mash her mouth down, his dick bulging her throat out as it blows past her tongue. I hold her down for a few seconds and then let her pull back, only to slam her back down again. Her husband breaks discipline with an unrepressed bellow, “Oh, fuck!” as his wife’s lips engulf his full length again. She chokes and gags, attempting to pull away, but I keep a firm grip on her head; she doesn’t get much more than an inch or two before I press her back down, which must feel absolutely amazing to her husband.

“Don’t run from it bitch; you know you’re a cocksucking whore! Suck his fucking dick, get in there!”

A deep blush on her face, neck and upper shoulders has appeared, caused by asphyxiation. Her mouth is filling with spit, her glassy eyes pouring tears as I make her take his dick to the back of her throat. The sloppy noises caused by her gagging and head bouncing are loud enough to bounce off the walls of their bedroom. The sight and sound of her in such a predicament turns me on to no end and my own wet meat drips with precum while my cunt juices run down the smooth skin of my balls. I could cum just from abusing her like this.

Unfortunately for my orgasm, I know she needs to come up some time before she passes out or throws up. Releasing her hair from my grip, she immediately bounds upwards, gasping and choking, her face a sticky, glistening mess. Spit, precum and tears are all marking their territory on her skin, giving her face a sort of glimmering radiance, a testament to her harlotry. I spit on her forehead to add my own tribute, then slam her face back down, “Get that fucking dick in your mouth and suck it! Don’t make me make you or you’re not going to like it!”

I watch her scramble to stuff the dick between her lips, eager to please; and to avoid punishment. It made me smile and I reached down to caress her backside before laying into her with a hard slap on her wide ass. She moaned around her husband’s length, burying him in her throat with her eyes shut tight.

“Good girl,” I told her cheerfully.

Satisfied the whore was doing as instructed, I returned my attention to her husband, pressing my girlstick into his back door more insistently. He moaned softly and squirmed and I pulled back slightly to spit on my knob, working it in a bit with my hand before pushing again. I went harder and he wiggled out of the way, so I reached down to his balls – wet with his wife’s drool – and took a healthy dollop to lube his asshole with. He wormed around a bit as I moistened his butt, but I paid no mind and, once convinced he was prepared, I finally stabbed myself into him.

It was only the spongy head but he cried out, so I slapped him in the face with the back of my hand. I held only a bit inside, letting him adjust to my fun stick before pushing deeper. Whereas the head was soft and pliable, my shaft was definitely not, and so I gave him something to scream about when I sank the next eight inches up his butt. The husband was tight and hot and felt so good wrapped around me I had to close my eyes and focus to keep from crossing the point of no-return. He hollered, he cried out, he begged, but nothing stopped me as I steadily bore into him.

The only possible relief he had was his wife, still enthusiastically sucking even as he wriggled away from me. I ignored her for the time being, preferring instead to slowly slide back a bit and spit on my shaft again, then push past his taut, quivering entry. He cried out – again – and I slapped him – again – landing a solid blow on his cheek which left an imprint of my hand on his skin. It wasn’t that I was trying to be cruel (well, OK, maybe a little) but I couldn’t permit Kartal Evi Olan Escort disobedience, especially not without consequences.

As I burrowed deep once again, my hands naturally found themselves under his legs and I hefted them onto my shoulders, folding his body in half like a cheap plastic lawn chair. That set me up to really get after him, forcing my full length into him and finally bottoming out in a tight, hot boyhole. From the sound that came out of his mouth, he didn’t really like it, but that wasn’t what was important. I started in on him in earnest, the meat-packing sounding off loud and clear. His wife hadn’t stopped sucking him off, but he must’ve gone partially soft in her mouth because she held her lips around the base.

Even so, he was gritting his teeth and holding his eyes shut tight, making strained breathing noises with every slam of my hips into his backside. His balls were bouncing up and down as I tore his backdoor off its hinges, beads of sweat appearing on both our bodies. Missionary position wasn’t too bad for this sort of work, especially since it allowed me to see the pained look on his face. It’s a huge turn-on to turn a guy out.

“You like that, don’t you little sissy? Too bad I’m gonna dry out soon… then it’s gonna really hurt,” it was a leading statement and he knew it, but whimpered anyway, “I suppose I could use your wife’s drool to get you wet –”

“YES! DO IT!” he cried out, deciding to break my rules before I broke his ass.

“Mmmm… I dunno, you’re – nnnngh! – ass is pretty nice… so tight and so – unf! – hot! I can’t just stop – mmmyeah – on a dime in something this good… hhhnnngh! You’re gonna have to – mmmm – beg me, like a good boy.”

“Please! It hurts so much!”

“You can beg better than that…”

His face contorted into an expression I couldn’t quite read and he let loose animalistic cry. I pulled back gingerly. I didn’t want to risk seriously hurting him for real and wiped some spit off his wife’s face in a clandestine fashion, hastily applying it to the length of my shaft that was outside him before I resumed. Fortunately, he didn’t notice, his scream giving way to a low whimper, “I’m begging you, please, please, please, spit on it, I can’t take any more…”

I audibly spit again, this time spreading it around his hole, still keeping a deliberate pace with my re-entry. His butthole was clenched up tight and I could feel it squeezing on every inch. I spit on it again, then put my hips back into it, lifting his leg that had fallen back onto my shoulder. My balls were churning and the home stretch was in sight.

“Do you wanna feel me cum?”

“Yes!”

“Where? Do you want it up your – mmmf! – butt like a good little sissy boy?” Or – nnnghf! – do you want it – unnngh! – all over your face like a slut? Maybe you’d like if – unnnf! – pulled right out and sprayed it on your – hnnngh! – whore wife instead?”

“My ass, please, cum in my ass!”

I smiled. His wife’s head was back to bobbing up and down. Apparently being ruthless stretched and told his wife was a prostitute gave the husband’s dick the encouragement it needed to get fully hard while he was being sodomized. I only cared insofar as it gave his wife’s mouth something to do while I had my fun. And on that note, I leaned over, putting my hands on his shoulders, with his legs pressed against my chest .

I threw my full body into pummeling his hole, withdrawing mentally into the zone where only my pleasure matters; I couldn’t hear his cries, feel his feeble attempt to hold me back nor see his face in agony. It was all me and the sensation of plundering the body under me like a pirate on unpatrolled seas. My girlstick thickened, my balls grew into tight orbs and my breathing became ragged. I dug my nails into his shoulders. My hips smacked into his wife’s head.

Finally, I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, throwing everything into using my cock like a piston until I hilted in his ass and he squeezed tight on my base. The cum didn’t immediately shoot, my orgasm first jolted through my body like a lightning strike, and I screamed. A few heartbeats later the massive load of nut-honey I’d been building up burst off inside him, drowning his guts and spilling from around the edges, running down his ass is stark white rivulets. I pulled back and thrust forward one more time, a second series of cumshots dribbling out weakly as my length began to retract on its own.

I opened my eyes slowly and raised up. His wife’s mouth was still working, even though her lips were coated in his cum. Judging from the fact that it was dripping from her nose as well, I guessed he’d cum something fierce and she’d been too slow to swallow it all.

My dick slipped out on its own, wilted down to its usual seven inch flaccid length and I stood on my knees, fishing the key to the cuffs from my pocket and undoing the wife’s restraints. The husband was still breathing heavily with his head laid to one side; I wasn’t sure he wasn’t asleep. At any rate, my work here was done and I backed off the bed, grabbing a moist-wipe to clean myself off before straightening out my maid’s uniform and walking out the room.

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Chapter 1 – The Morning After

The next day, Nick awoke thinking it was just a really messed up dream. When he got out of bed and found that Samantha had unlocked and removed the dress, panties and shoes, but everything else was still on, he was pulled right back to reality. He looked in the mirror on his wall and saw that he was standing there in a very tight and rigid, pink and white, vinyl bustier with garters holding up some very girly white seemed stockings with pink bows at the top. He saw the silouette of a 20-something girl looking back at him, all except his hair. It was almost enough to start getting him in the mood when last night’s little escapades came rushing back to him.

“Oh shit.” Nick thought immediately. “what the hell happened last night, and why didn’t Sam get me out of this stuff before bed?” He looked around for his robe but couldn’t find it, he put on a pair of boxers, pants and a t-shirt over his sexy lingerie, in case Samantha had not remembered anything from the previous night. as he walked into the kitchen, he found that he was wrong… OH so wrong.

“What the hell are you wearing?!?” Sam asked “I paid a lot of money to have you wear that dress and damn it, you WILL wear it. Don’t think just because I took your dress and panties off of you last night that you can dress as you please! I did it so you could pee during the night and not get it all over your new latex panties. I will say that I like the fact that you have,what look like boobs under your shirt, and that you are thinner than before, that bustier was well worth the money. I also like the fact that you still know what you are.” She added, as she tapped her throat. Nick knew what that meant, he still had the choker on that said “Sam’s Slut” across it.

Nick heard a few snickers from the other side of the kitchen, Kim and Jess were cooking breakfast and remained quiet during the entire encounter. “Doesn’t he have heels too, Sam?” Kim asked. “I’m jealous because his legs and ass were so damn cute with those on.”

“Make sure you don’t get anyhting on the dress either, Nikki” Jess added. “would be a shame to have you ruin our fun before it really started.”

Nick knew he was trapped, there was no way out of this situation, but maybe he could convince them to at least let him out for a little bit. “Sam, don’t you think I should at least have a shower? I would hate to ruin your fun”

Sam thought about this for a minute, then finally said, “you are right, you should be able to get cleaned up before the big day we have in store for you. Bring me every stitch of manly clothes you have and put them in the living room.”

“But…” Nick started.

“Go, bitch! I’m not repeating myself!” Sam bellowed.

“Ok.” Nick saw his chances for escape dwindling away, he brought out all of the drawers from his bureau and dumped them in a pile on the floor and returned the drawer. Next he took all of the hangers in the closet and placed them on the pile. Finally, he took off the clothes that he was wearing and put on the panties from last night to hide his now hardening cock. He then put those on top of that pile of clothes and stood there waiting for Samantha’s approval.

“Is that all of them?” Samantha asked as if he were 5 years old and in trouble.

“Y-yes, ma’am” the defeated sissy replied.

“Good Girl. I’m sure the Salvation Army or Goodwill will love your donation.” Sam said with a smile.

“What about my work clothes?” Nick blurted, “Those are in that pile too!”

“Don’t you worry about that, sweetie. We’ll get rid of those nasty boy clothes for you… and get some nice blouses and skirts for work.” Jess replied with a devilish grin on her face.

“I guess you still don’t realize, you aren’t a man anymore.” Kim said, “not that you were much of a man before, but at least now, you’ll have a reason to wear panties all day long.”

“Oh that reminds me, Nikki” Sam added, “If you get fired because of the way you dress, Kim has a friend with Civil Liberties. He’ll not only get your job back, you may get a raise out of it… so be bold!”

“This can’t be happening.” Nick said as a mascara stained tear ran down his face. “I like being a guy, I watch sports, and play racquet ball, and drink Kartal Anal Escort beer!”

“Thanks for the tip! we’ll have to pick up some sports bras and skirts for you too.” Sam said jotting it down “but the beer will have to change to wine, or mixed drinks. Beer is yucky and has too many carbs for a girl like you.”

Chapter 2 – Planning For What’s Ahead

Just then Sam got up and grabbed Nikki by the arm and led him to his room. “All of this will have to change too, this is too masculine to be your room. You’ll have to get a new bed too, that twin size isn’t going to be big enough if you expect your boyfriends to come over.” also, a nice, fresh coat of paint. that would really make this room sparkle!”

“BOYFRIENDS?!? What the… Why are you doing this to me? I’ve said I was sorry and that I’ll pay you back, please can’t I just do that and go back to the way things were?” Nick cried.

“I’m afraid that’s no longer your choice, Nikki.” Sam turned to her new sissy slave. “Don’t you remember what you did last night? You said that your life was nothing compared to this. You wanted this so badly, even after Jessica tried to make you think it over. Jess showed you the pills that she took for months and months to get her body to where it is right now. You just gobbled 3 of them down before she could tell you what they were, then you looked deep into my eyes and said that you were proud to be my little sissy slut.”

“I really don’t remember any of that, and I’m afraid to ask this now, but what were those pills?” Nikki asked.

“Hormones! you took a 3-day supply of them at once, so if you start feeling like crying uncontrollably or your nipples get tender that’s why.” Sam stated almost laughing.

Almost as if it were on queue, Nikki started to sob, uncontrollably. Blackened by the mascara, his tears streamed down his face, and onto the pink latex of the bustier he was wearing. “I-I-I don’t remember that.”

“Well it’s a good thing I took lots of pictures then huh?” Sam said with a smile, as she pulled a flash drive out of her pocket and waved it in front of him. “Everything that happened last night is on this. C’mon, I’ll show you.” Sam grabbed his hand again and pulled him to her bedroom where her laptop computer was.

There were enough pictures to paint a vivid picture in his memory. Posing with Jessica’s cock in his mouth smeared with lipstick. There was one with a beer bottle in Nikki’s ass and Kim laughing at him. Also, there was one with him laying on the couch passed out in his entire costume on, his dress pulled up, his left hand on his dick and his right thumb in his mouth. He had cum all over his face, he could see it very clearly in the pictures.

“Shit…” he said finally. “There has to be something I can do to get these pictures back from you and to make everything good again between us.”

“Everything is fine with me. You decided yesterday that you wanted to be my little sissy slut, and I’m going to hold you to it!” Sam replied. “Jess called an old friend of her’s to come over and help you adjust better. I said that I could handle it. You aren’t going to make me a liar are you? Because by the way she explained, he doesn’t spank you like a normal sissy’s training, he fucks you until you beg for him to just beat the hell out of you. By the way you were acting last night with that beer bottle in your ass, I’m betting that’s about the only thing that’s ever been up there, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes… I’m not gay, I don’t know why I would do such a thing.” Nikki said, fighting back tears.

“HA HA HA! Not gay?!? Are you shitting me?” Sam said, very amused. “From what Jessica said last night, she’s never had such a good blowjob. Why don’t we refresh your memory a little.” as she walked to her bedroom door. “Girls! Could I get a little help in here?”

“Sure, no problem!” was the synchronized response from Kim and Jessica.

Sam reached under the four corners of her bed and produced a length of rope that Nikki could only imagine was tied securely to the frame of the bed. The other two girls entered the room and forced Nikki on his back with his arms and legs in spread eagle fashion. Sam securely tied Nikki’s limbs one by one to the ropes, as she Kartal Yaşlı Escort explained; “I love to tie up my men for sex, the less they can move, the better. Jess, put that pillow under his head, there you go… have fun, sweetie.”

Just as Nikki was understanding what was really going on, he began to fight the ropes. “P-P-Please!! Don’t do this! I’m not gay!”

“Bullshit you little sissy bitch!” Jessica hissed, as she climbed up onto his chest and pulled her 8″ cock out of her lacy red panties and slapped him on the face with it. Kim and Sam were laughing hystarically because he again was helpless and about to suck a fat cock.

“Give it to him Jess, make him remember what he did last night.” Kim said with a devilish grin on her face.

Jessica rubbed his lips with the head of her massive member but he wouldn’t open his mouth. “You’d better just open up and take your medicine, you’d hate if Charlie had to come over and have his way with you. You’d BEG for my cock then. He’s at least 11″ and isn’t gentle with it.”

A single tear rolled down his cheek again as he reluctantly opened his mouth to accept the monster that was waiting there. Just as he opened Jessica rammed her cock to the back of his mouth and made him gag a little. She didn’t back down though, she started thrusting her hips and held the back of his head as she fucked his face again. Moans of sheer delight and pleasure escaped Jessica’s mouth as she looked down between her 36C breasts at the sissy sucking on her cock.

Just then, Kim noticed something. Nikki’s panties were starting to develop a bulge in the front. “My, my, my. For such a straight man, you sure do have a nice little hard-on growing from sucking that cock. Sam, do you think I could have a little taste of a your little sissy’s clitty?”

“MMM, By all means, hun. I’ll be right there.” Sam said as she walked to her closet and began looking for a something.

As she climbed onto the bed, Kim noticed that she couldn’t pull the latex material down because Nikki’s panties were snapped securely to the frilly vinyl bustier. That didn’t stop her though. She reached in a leg hole and pulled his semi-hard 7″ cock out, and licked the tip. Just as she did, she felt another tongue licking her wet pussy. Samantha was standing directly behind Kim with a double headed strap-on dildo and began to push it into Kim’s moist box. Kim never looked up to see what Sam was doing as she was engulfed on Nikki’s sweet sissy cock.

Sam began to move in rythym to the movements that Jessica was causing. The only sounds that were heard were Jessica moaning with pleasure, as Nikki began to suck harder on the sweet cock that was forced in his mouth. Jessica began to tense up a little, then slowed down as to savor the moment as long as possible. Nikki picked up on these feelings and opened his mouth wide to swirl his tongue around her shaft. Sam was now deep in a rythym fucking Kim. It seemed to be pushing Kim into a deep orgasm, at which point she began to moan while Nikki’s cock was in her mouth. With Kim orgasming, the smell of sex in the air, the sweet smell of Jessica’s musk and pre-cum, and not to mention the fact that Kim was now sucking harder and moaning on his cock, began to push the sissy into a deep and powerful orgasm of his own. Jessica couldnt hold on anymore and shoved her cock deep into Nikki’s throat as Nikki began to scream in ecstacy, causing her to erupt into a volcano of cum into Nikki’s mouth. Nikki had already squirted his sissy juice into the ever waiting mouth of Kim, who was now kissing and sharing it with Sam.

Chapter 3 – New Emotions

Jessica got off of Nikki’s chest and began to kiss him. Tasting her own cum on his lips and tongue and realizing that Nikki was again crying. “What’s wrong Nikki? Didn’t you like the taste of my cum?” Jessica asked in a whisper.

“I… did.” Nikki sobbed. “I really did like it. I thought I was so straight. The idea of sucking dicks never turned me on. What the hell is wrong with me?”

Jess untied his hands and held him tightly against her breasts. “It’s ok, Nikki. It’s the hormones you took last night. They are starting to take effect and it’s making you feel things you never would have before.”

“But Kartal Zenci Escort I don’t want to be a fag.” Nikki replied.

“HA HA, could have fooled me, sissy boi. Judging by the way you are acting, all three pills are kicking in at once. I’m not going to let you take another one today. If you take another one today, tomorrow’s emotions will just be worse. We can’t have our little sissy slave depressed.” Jessica said as she broke the loving embrace and stood up. Nikki’s eyes were glued to her cock. The way it swayed with her body’s every move. He loved it, and already wanted it in his mouth again. Jessica saw this and smiled. “Soon enough sweetie, first we all need to eat breakfast, take showers and get ready, you’ve got some shopping to do today!”

Chapter 4 – Nikki’s New Wardrobe

After breakfast, the four girls cleaned the kitchen and parted ways to get ready for the day ahead. Samantha took Nikki into her bedroom again to get him ready.

“Ok, my little sissy slut,” Samantha began, “We’ve got to figure out what to do with your hair. It’s too short to be anything close to a woman’s sytle, you’ll have to wear a wig until yours grows in.”

“A wig?!” Nikki protested.

“Yes, a wig!” Sam snapped, “I have a few of them in my closet, we’ll see which one fits you the best. From the way it looks, I think you are going to be blonde for a while. Just until your real hair grows in enough to do something with.”

“But what about work? Everyone will…” Nikki was cut off.

“I don’t give a shit about anyone at your work place. You are mine, and you’ll do as I say, or I’ll have Charlie come over and let him fuck you with his big black cock.” Sam bellowed. “If they give you problems at work, you let me know and we’ll take care of it.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Nikki replied, defeated.

“Good girl, now, go online and look up some new shoes. We have to find ones that will fit your feet. Kim and Jess are out picking up some new clothes for you to wear. Oh and by the way, you should know that you wear a size 6 dress, incase you find a cute little sissy dress that you might want. Also, you better not buy any ‘unisex’ clothes. If I see anything that would look normal on a man or a woman, I’m going to call Charlie.”

“What about if I want to go work out?” Nikki inquired.

“That’s simple, a sports bra and an athletic skirt. or just an athletic dress. Adidas and Nike both make really cute ones. You might want to go check those out too.” Sam replied.

“Well… if I want to do free weight training or something like that, my muscles…” Nikki was cut off.

“…won’t grow that big anymore. Those hormones are essentially estrogen, with some improvements. Great for building big boobs, not pecs.” Sam said with a smile. “And if I have my way, you are going to have at least a D-cup. I want you to have a 38-24-36 figure. There’s nothing hotter than a sexy woman with a hard cock. That also reminds me, we have to get you some more bustiers if you are going to have a 24 inch waist.”

“Wait, what?!?” Nikki said, stunned. “I don’t want to change my body into a woman’s body! I like my body! Why don’t I have any say in this?”

Sam turned to her sissy and smiled “Because sweetie, you gave me the best present anyone has ever given me last night… you gave me your body, mind and soul. It’s all on tape too, just incase you forgot that.”

Now completely feeling defeated and embarrassed, Nikki finally knew that there was absolutely no escaping or going back to his original self. The mere thought of watching any type of sports on TV or live in person seemed like a distant dream, the thought of having a guy’s night out was now impossible, unless it was to a gay bar. Instead of reading Maxim and Men’s Health magazines, he’d learn to love Cosmopolitan and Redbook.

With a sigh of defeat and tears rolling down his face, Nikki looked up at Samantha and decided he’d play along, as long as he wouldn’t get hurt, “What kind of make-up would look good on me for work?”

“Let’s not worry about your job for a few days, why don’t you call in and say that you have a family emergency. That should buy you a couple of weeks to get a good start on the transition.” Sam replied.

to be continued…

**Author’s Note** Feedback is great, I’ve put a few ideas in my story that others have mentioned to me that they would like to see. I welcome these ideas! if you have a good idea for something you would like Nikki to experience, let me know, I’d love to put it in my story.

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This is part 2 of the Mistress_Wife Saga. To fully understand this story I would suggest you read A Wife’s Deepest Desire for Control. I will forewarn you the first installment of this saga is long, and I apologize in advance for the how long it is. I will be doing smaller installments such as this one for those of you wanting to follow the story. I will be adding parts regularly (as long as people give me feedback they want it to continue). This story is based in fact and fantasy, it is intended for adults only. What isn’t fact yet I plan to make fact soon.

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Part – 2

She finished her cigarette and looked at him again. He was still laying there, her husband, her slave. He looked almost comical. He was lying on his back, his arms at his sides, and his cock semi hard in the pink plastic “Curve” that trapped his cock never letting it get fully hard. The “Curve” gave him just enough room to let him get semi hard before it became extremely uncomfortable.

His chest and face was covered with the sticky remains of the 3 black men that had just a short time before used him for their pleasure. She had watched as one of them fucked his ass while the other two had force-fed him their large black meat.

She could see that his beard was literally matted with the leftovers of the semen that hadn’t made its way into his mouth. In fact, there was very little of his front side that wasn’t covered with some sort of leftovers from the sex that she had made him participate in. Even his own cum was pooled on his stomach, he had cum while he was being fucked, no one had even touched his cock, it had almost made her cum watching him lose control like that. He looked pathetic and incredibly sexy at the same time.

“Bath time” she announced getting up from her resting spot, “Get me a soda and get your pussy ass into the bathroom.

When the haze had finally worn off a bit he started feeling cum drying on his skin making the skin over most of his body tighten He could still smell the musk of the men, it .seemed to have seeped into every pore of his skin and it assaulted his nose with every breath. The musk was heavy around him. The smell wasn’t bad, but strong, and a constant reminder of what had happened, his complete submission. He quickly rose and got her a Mountain Dew with plenty of ice just the way she like it and then hurried to the bathroom to get her bath ready. He handed her the drink from which she took a sip and then she motioned to him to run the bath.

“Do I have to tell you everything? Or is it because you are preoccupied thinking about all that big black cock” she taunted him. “I know you liked it, you came from getting fucked in the ass with no one even touching that pathetic little excuse for a thing you call a cock.” She teasingly scolded him, satisfied when she saw a bright blush spread across his face and chest.

She eased herself down into the soothing water. It amazed her how tense her body was. She thought about it and realized that during the entire evening, she hadn’t relaxed; she hadn’t had one moment where her muscles weren’t charged with sexual energy. It was like holding a muscle tight until it gets that dull ache.

“Wash Me Tiny” she instructed him

He slowly began to wash every inch of her body. He wanted to get in the tub as soon as possible so he could also clean himself up. Almost any movement caused the dried cum on his body to pull and crack. He had stolen a glace of himself in the bathroom mirror as he was following her. His face was almost white with the drying cum. In his beard and mustache he had seen large globs of cum, and it was matting his beard badly.

“Get a towel and dry me slut,” she said, breaking him out of his thoughts.

He grabbed a towel, and began to slowly dry her body, GOD she was beautiful he thought. She had perfect features, long blond hair, deep brown eyes, small firm breasts and each one perky with her pink nipples pointing up. Her stomach was completely flat, and led down to a perfect small triangle of dark blond hair closely trimmed. And as she turned for him to dry her back his favorite feature came into view, her ass. She had a perfect playboy ass.

She loved the touch of the towel and his hands against her. And she found herself craving his hands more and more.

”Follow Me,” she said grabbing him by his cock prison leading him into the bedroom.

“I want lotion over every inch of my body” she instructed him pointing to the lotion on her nightstand.

He grabbed the lotion and when he reached the side of the bed he opened Kartal escort bayan the bottle and squirted a small amount on her back. ,

She jumped as the cold white liquid hit her back.

“Damn it” she shouted, “What the hell do you think you are doing?” she exclaimed, raising herself off the bed to tower over him. “That was cold, you faggot, here I’m warm from a tub and you dump that cold shit on my back. I can’t believe you did that, you bitch. Get on your hands and knees, NOW” she barked.

He got on his hands and knees on the bed, knowing that his punishment would be forth coming.

Once he was on his knees, she stood back and looked at him. ,

“Turn your face away,” she told him. “Don’t look at me”

She stood there letting him wonder what his fate would be. What he didn’t know was it wouldn’t have made any difference if he had warmed the lotion, she had something planned, something that would make him squirm. She found herself smiling in spite of herself. She loved this slave, her husband. He had submitted to her, submitted beyond his fantasies and into hers. She wanted to keep the Mistress alive in her; , the passion that her alter ego sparked in her was addictive. And she planned to keep feeding her addiction, she had plans for him, plans for her, and she needed her fix.

He was shocked at the form that the punishment took. He felt something cold pressed against his sore ass; he soon realized it was a piece of ice. He shuddered as the ice slipped past his asshole and was shoved inside his ass.

“Is that cold bitch?” she asked

“Yes Mistress” he whispered

She took another piece of ice and inserted it.

“Is that cold Faggot?” she said again

“Yes Mistress” he said louder than before, as he felt yet another piece of ice shoved quickly in after the last.

“Good you cock sucking whore, maybe next time you will think before you do something like that again” she chided him, inserting a fourth piece of ice into his ass She then took the large butt plug and shoved it into his ass without any warning. “Can’t have you leaking on the bed now can we slut?” “Now, lets try this again,” she said motioning for him to kneel on the bed as she again laid down in front of him. “You might want to warm it up this time tiny, I am sure I can find more room for ice” She said with an evil twinkle in her eyes.

His ass was freezing, he could feel the cold deep inside him, the plug had pushed the ice deep inside him causing it to rest painfully against his prostate, it caused his ass to pulse reflexively around the plug making is seem much bigger than it was. He could swear he could feel each piece of ice melt inside him. He took the lotion and put it in the palm of his hand and began to warm it, and just to be sure it was warm enough he began to vigorously rub his hands together, then tentatively he rubbed the lotion into her soft skin.
“Much better” she sighed as the first of the warm lotion soothed her skin. “That’s how you do it tiny.”

He sighed in relief; his ass was still pulsating against the cold he didn’t want any more ice in his ass and was certain that would be the result if he screwed up again. He enthusiastically started to put lotion on her entire body, thankful for the chance to touch her gorgeous form. She allowed him free rein to touch her anywhere he wanted, but he soon found it torturous to touch her ass, breasts or pussy because his cock became painfully hard and his ass pulsed even more around the plug. But he did have to admit to himself that it was a wonderful torture and quickly decided that he would put up with any pain to be able to get to touch her.

“Bedtime” she announced

He looked at her with shock, surely he would be able to shower before bed, he started to ask, but she began to speak as if she had read his mind, “No you don’t get to shower bitch, you can wear that cum to bed, I like the smell of those cocks on you, and besides you might actually remember to warm the lotion next time.”

He watched as she got up and put on her nightgown and moved to get into bed

”Get your ass in bed faggot, its bedtime she demanded. She almost laughed at the look on his face, she knew he couldn’t believe it, and honestly she didn’t give a shit. She looked down and saw his purple little clit straining to be free “I want to go to bed, so I would suggest you move your cock loving ass, bitch before I put something bigger in it.”

He moved to his side of the bed and quietly got under the covers, he felt her spoon up against him throwing her arm over him, and within minutes he heard the rhythmic sounds of her breathing and knew she had already fallen asleep. It took him much longer to fall asleep, his ass throbbed, and his cock was straining against its prison, but probably the one thing that kept him awake the longest was the scent that was invading his nose, the scent of those black cocks on his face, and he was certain that the memory of those Escort Kartal cock would be the subject of his dreams.

He woke the next morning to find her already out of bed and dressed.

“Get up slut you have things to do,” she instructed him. “You can bathe now, in fact you have one hour to clean up in the bathroom and then you will return to me naked” “Take the plug out and I suggest you soak that ass of yours; I may decide that I want your ass again and I really do not want to worry about the plug getting in the way, besides I WILL NOT put up with you whining because your asshole is sore.” she said and then left the room.

He quickly moved into the bathroom thinking to himself that he would first shower and then run a tub so he could soak for a while. He could still smell those three cocks, as well as the distinctive scent of their combined cum which they had left like marks of ownership across his body. He moved to stand under the warm water of the shower and lathered himself everywhere being sure to get off all the dried cum that was still on his body from the day before. , As he washed his body he found the cum everywhere, on his face, beard, hair and even in both of his ears. He removed the plug from his ass very carefully, he did feel empty after having it in his ass for so long but he was glad to finally feel empty, after the fucking he had taken the day before he was sore and really wanted and needed to let his ass rest for awhile. He quickly plugged the tub so it would start filling and he sighed as he lowered himself into the water, it felt wonderful to finally soak his ass and relax. . He was thankful she had said he didn’t have to wear the plug, but he was also afraid of her statement about having his ass available, but he decided that he would deal with that when he had to, but for now he just enjoyed any break his ass could get.

He lost track of time as he was bathing and when he finally looked at his watch he found he didn’t have much time to get out of the tub and get to his wife, so he kicked it into high gear. He arrived in front of his wife and Mistress on time, but just barely. , As he stood in front of her naked he couldn’t help but be thankful to finally be free of the prison of scents and dried cum that had seemed to mummify him through the night.

“Okay faggot, this is the way the day will go” she began. “First you will not get dressed all day, no matter what. Second, there are some new rules; all of these rules will come into effect any time that I say the word “Submit” to you. Do you understand?” she waited for him to nod and then she continued.

She pulled out a piece of paper and began to read to him.

1.You are only allowed to submit to me.
2.You are to reply to all my commands as either yes maam or no maam.
3.You are not to speak unless spoken to.
4.When you are told to submit there will be no questions, and/or no comments.
5.You will suck and fuck all cocks you are commanded to, NO hesitation.
6.At ALL times you will show EVERY cock how much you love what you are doing.
7.ALL rules and boundaries will be worked out before hand and WILL NOT be discussed with anyone other than your Mistress.
8.If I have you serving anyone other than myself, then you will only submit if
I have approved you to do so, otherwise submit to ONLY my commands.
9.Only I can overrule a command otherwise you are to submit.
10.You are to NEVER look your sexual partner in the eye unless you have beentold to do so.
11.If you have been told to look your sexual partner in the eye, then once youhave done as you are told you will cast your eyes down again.
12.There is absolutely NO Cumming unless I approve it, BEFORE the fact.
13.Only I can add or change these rules in any way.”

He looked at her with a mixture of horror and excitement. The rules were clear. There wasn’t any room for argument or ambiguity. All cocks he thought, fuck and suck, he hadn’t ever imagined she would take it this far. He had half expected her to release him this morning, but he shivered because the look in her eye told him she had just begun.

“Faggot do you have any questions? She asked

“No” he replied quietly.

“Good bitch because there is no way I am changing any of these, so get used to it you little slut. , But I can see from your hard little clit that you like the idea of being my slut, don’t you bitch?” she said chuckling under her breath “ I guess we will see if you feel the same way by the end of the weekend. Now, I have a list of things for you to do, and you will do them with out question, understand?” she said looking him deep in the eyes.

”Yes” he replied, not really sure what to expect anymore.

“Here” she said thrusting the rules and a list into his hands. “But before you start on the list, hang these rules on the bathroom mirror so you can memorize them, because tonight you will have to recite them to me, without error.” She said

After Kartal Rus Escort he had taken the rules and posted them on the mirror, he looked over the list and to his relief they were chores around the house. He started going down the list, and started doing all the things that she had wanted him to do and he had put off for so long, now he had no choice. This wasn’t exactly the type of submission he had in mind but he knew if he called a stop to this, everything would stop.

He worked most of the morning on all the little things that needed to be done. He even began to get used to being naked around the house. He didn’t know where his wife had gotten off to and he thought about it from time to time, but he was soon wrapped up in his own tasks and it felt great to be doing what he considered to be manly things.

He nearly jumped out of his skin, and his concentration was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. He was very thankful that he was back in the master bath replacing the light fixtures instead of fixing the broken outlet in the living room. But he still stopped working, frozen and not breathing waiting for the worst, but after 5 minutes he relaxed and turned his attention back to fastening the fixture to the wall with his cordless drill.

“Tiny come here” he heard his wife calling

He put down his cordless drill and walked out of the bedroom and headed down the hall to the living room. As he rounded the corner of the hall, he was met by his wife who had a wide smile on her face.

“Submit” was all she said.

He stopped dead in his tracks, the rules running through his mind and the implications and weight of that single word. He dropped his eyes to the floor and said

“Yes Maam” very quietly.

She stood very close to him and whispered in his ear “I am going to love this slut, your such a pathetic faggot, I am about to show you just what a whore you really are and remember the rules tiny or you will be sorry” she continued grabbing his balls tightly and squeezing.

‘Yes Maam” he gasped

She led him by the balls into the living room.

“On your knees bitch” she said pulling him down by his nuts. “Don’t you fucking look up you piece of shit”

“He’s ready, for you” she called to the foyer.

He heard footsteps, and saw a pair of work boots standing before him and a pair of faded blue jeans

He heard a man laughing, “I can’t believe it, you weren’t kidding, and you have his cock locked up in a pink cage, fuck. I have never seen anything like that before. From what I can see in that little cage of yours, I now understand why she turned you into a cock sucking whore” He laughed heartily. “Well, cocksucker, your wife has told me all about you and how you love big black cock, now she wants to see how you like white cock, I am going to fuck your face you bitch, she wants to see you used, and I plan to give her one hell of a show. So faggot, get started, I only have about 30 minutes, and I don’t want to waste one fucking moment of it.”

“Take out his cock, slut” she ordered.

He reached up and began unhooking the brown worn belt that was holding up his jeans then unbuttoned the top and pulled down the zipper. He found himself staring at this guy’s crotch and the base of his semi hard cock. He pulled off the jeans and released the cock beneath.

It wasn’t a huge cock, not even a really a big cock; it was about 7” long and average thickness. The distinctive muskiness of cock filled his nose; it was a heady smell, like a mild drug. It was obvious that whoever this was he had been working and his musky scent was strong. It wasn’t a dirty smell, but stronger then the black cocks had been the day before.

The cock was almost completely hard by the time he had this guys pants around his knees.

“Suck it faggot,” she said. “I want to see if you like white cock as much as you like black cock,” she continued pushing his mouth onto the cock in front of him.

He opened his mouth and took this new cock into his mouth as far as possible. It apparently wasn’t far enough for her because she pushed on the back of his head until he felt the cock hit the back of his throat gagging him. Once he gagged she eased the pressure on his head so he could catch his breath.

”You better suck that cock good faggot, and don’t you stop until he cum’s” she said releasing his head.

“Use his mouth, the little cunt loves cock in his mouth,” she said to the owner of the cock that was so firmly placed in his mouth. “Show him what a cock sucking whore he is.”

With that the guy grabbed the back of his head and started fucking his face. It was all he could do to get his hand wrapped around the base of the cock before it choked him. The guy fucked his face hard for about 5 minutes and then pulled it out of his mouth and said

”Suck my balls bitch”

“Do it” she chimed in

Using the hand that was holding the base of the man’s cock, he pushed it towards his body so he had full access to this man’s balls.

“Do it NOW whore” she said.

He started licking the balls, first the right and then the left teasing them gently with his tongue. With each lick he could feel them dance under the softness of his tongue.

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