My Stroll outside the Car

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It was a beautiful evening in the spring of 1982. My wife and I were taking a drive up the coast of California for an evening stroll. She was driving. We had been married for about 5 years. She was 27, and I was 30. My wife is feminine, but she grew up as a tom boy. I had no idea that she would take so well to my submissive desires to be her sissy husband. That was two years ago. Be wary what you ask for…

I was in the passenger seat dressed like a girl. Complete with black shoulder length wig, make-up, clothing and high heels. I was a nervous wreck!

My makeup was on rather heavy. Light, almost white base. Long false eye lashes, dark blue eye shadow, black eye liner, dark red lipstick and heavy rouge. My eyebrows were trimmed slightly, to look more girlish, and penciled in. My dress was more like a 1950’s dress. It sported a slightly above the knees hem with a large flouncy petticoat underneath. The top of the dress had a lace covered “keyhole” front with ¾ sleeves. It was really tight, white with red dots all over and zipped up the back. My body was shaved clean of body hair except on my head and eye brows. A large black belt with an equally large buckle surrounded my girdle slimed waist. It was bucked tight.

My nylons were held up by the long line body girdle that was provided by my wife along with the other clothing, just for this evening stroll. She had gone to a few antique clothing stores. And even had found me a pair of black 5″ heels to wear. (one size too small to make walking a little more difficult, and harder to remove)

She had found a pair of large hoop heavy earrings that screwed on. She put Kadıköy Türbanlı Escort them on me herself. Tightly! The tiny bells attached to the earrings constantly rang. I was reminded about their presence every time I moved my head.

My bust line was impressive! Water balloons were placed very delicately into the cups provided. They quivered and shook realistically whenever I moved. Their weight was impressive too!

My toenails and fingernails were to die for! They were dark red to match my lipstick. Five coats applied by myself under my wife’s watchful eye. Of course, I had to apply nail extensions which elongated my fingernails a least ½ inch more. The heels that I wore had a cute little opening to show off my pretty red toe nails.

My wife stopped our car. She left the engine on. We were parked right under a residential street lamp. It was about 11 p.m. All was quiet. The street ran for about two blocks, and then it veered off onto another street. It was early spring, and the weather was mild. She turned to me, looking relaxed in her t shirt, jeans and her sandals. She said “Well Prissy, it is time for your little stroll. You do want to please me by doing your sissy walk don’t you?” I looked at her and saw her smirk at my appearance. My poor dicklet was getting so sore from being locked into my chastity device. If I wanted any relief from my sexual desires, I will have to do as she wishes. It has already been two weeks since my last relief from rubbing by dicklet against her foot. Of course I was required to lick up my mess.

“Please Mistress, do I have to? Someone might see me!” Her Kadıköy Otele Gelen Escort laugh was light. But her evil grin was evident by her unlocking my door and seat belt. Then she made her hand rub my groin area while ordering me to exit the car “now!” “Or your time in your device will grow”! Crying would have smeared my makeup. I had no choice. I opened the car door and tried to exit as sissy like as possible. The sissy movements were an idea from my wife. If anyone did see me, it was quite obvious what I was. Either a drag queen or a total sissy! She knows that I crave humiliations from her and her girlfriends while being “forced” to dress up like her idea of a sissy. Our sexual life style is directly under her control. She knows I cannot stop her from having her fun with me. I am her slave for life. I did this to myself. And she knows it.

After I shut the door, she blasted the car horn and roared off up the street. I was shocked and scared silly! Of course when I quickly moved my head around to see if there were anyone peering out their bedroom windows, my too tight earring bells were chiming loudly. I would have undone the screws on the earrings, but my long fingernails kept me from grasping the small screws. At about 30 seconds of just standing still, I girlishly strode up the street. My 5″ heels were slightly painful to walk in and the sounds that they made on the sidewalk seemed deafening! Of course my darling evil wife made sure that I had I.D. and my makeup and one dollar in my small clutch purse.

My wife had picked an area that has a low crime rate and where nobody knows either Kadıköy Ucuz Escort one of us. Still, being seen would be devastating and totally humiliating!! A car was coming up the street. I had to hide! I quickly crouched down behind a parked car. I held my breath and breathed a sigh of relief as the car rode by. I rose up standing again and worked to get my movements under control and back to being sissy like. My inventive wife was no doubt taking photos of my adventure to share with her girlfriends later while I served drinks at one of her many parties. After regaining my posture, I started once again my exaggerated sissy walk. After about 10 minutes, I reached the back end of our car. I was feeling so relieved to see the car! My torment would be over. But wait! She drove off again blasting her car horn. Oh no!! I tried to make as little noise as possible while once again walking to reach her car. It was her car too. I owned nothing! She demanded that I change my last name to hers, and then she had her lawyer put all of my assets in her name only. I was totally dependent on her for everything. A true “Femdom” led marriage.

Upon diligently walking with one heel shod foot in front of the other, and posing my arms with both wrists at boob height in a limp position, I once again reached her car. My back ached, my feet ached, the wig was getting hot and itchy. I posed as required at the passenger door while she took pictures laughing all the time. I was instructed to go around the car and pose once more in the headlights. After going further around the car, I was let into the passenger side. My wife was very pleased and said “Prissy, you’re too much”. A real man wouldn’t let his wife embarrass and humiliate him like I am. You are doing this to yourself, you hapless sissy! My dicklet was so very sore from our adventures tonight. I was wondering if I would be allowed to cum because I was so good being her sissy this evening.

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Co-ed Correction Ch. 02: Boundaries and Edging

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I sat in the plush, leather chair inside the English Office suite in the Mistgee Building, waiting for my 3:30 appointment with Prof. Wagner. The office lobby was warm and inviting, with dark cherry furniture, and a beautiful view of the Lake close to our scenic school. Across the room sat an unguarded Keurig supplied with free, high quality coffee from a local roaster and café, and all the creamers and sugar a poor student could desire to throw in their bag.

I would have been very cozy waiting there, were it not for the butterflies in my stomach and the pounding in my head. My last interaction with Prof. Wagner left me hungry, confused, nervous, aroused, and more curious than I, the book nerd since kindergarten, had ever been.

A few quiet moments passed as I fidgeted on the seat and flipped through pamphlets on the side table. Pictures of happy students and our wine red, castle shaped insignia surrounded the text that listed the joys of becoming a literature major, reasons why one should attend Swinburne University, and campus activities to do in one’s spare time. I smirked, thinking they forgot to mention one very compelling reason- Prof. Wagner’s attentions.

The door opened and he stepped out, saying goodbye to a quiet, dark-haired boy who was clutching a book. “Good luck on the capstone, Thomas! I’ll see you soon.” The boy nodded and swiftly left. I swallowed, and the Professor waved me in.

“Good Afternoon, Ms. Rosen.”

“Hello Sir.”

“Please, have a seat.” He motioned towards two red, stiff backed chairs with cushions in the back and seat. I pulled my dress further down my thigh and settled in. I reminded myself to cross my ankles, sit up straight, and breath as I stared at the papers littered across his desk. I heard the door close and knew he was moving around the room. When I looked up he offered me a mug and a plate full of cookies.

“Earl Grey and Snickerdoodles, take them. I always keep snacks in my office for long days.”

Though it was more of a command than an offer, I was glad for the tea, which I wanted but would have been too shy to accept if given the choice.

“Thank you.” He offered me cream and sugar, so I took a spade shaped cube. Then he sat at his chair.

“So, first, I must apologize for my behavior at our last class meeting. I was much too forward, and honestly what I did with you in that classroom was inappropriate, unprofessional and put you in an unfair position. I want you to know that I am deeply sorry. And if you don’t want that kind of relationship with me, I will never approach you like that again. If you want to report me, I will not fight you. If you’re angry at me, or intimidated, or uncomfortable, please tell me what I can do to fix our problem.” His hazel eyes looked directly and softly into mine.

“I…” I wondered if I should accept his apology and walk out, if what happened was a one-off thing and this was his kind dismissal. But I looked down at his soft, strong hands on the desk with their dappled freckles, and at his crisp shirt and handsome jaw, and somehow found myself saying “I don’t want an apology. I want more.”

His velvety lips broke into a wide smile. He lifted his mug to his face to conceal some of his pleasure.

“Then I’m glad istanbul escort to continue our arrangement, Pet. I was afraid that I had come on much too strong, and knew if you turned me down we would have to transfer you to another course. Continuing to teach you would have been too great a temptation. I feel the way your eyes fix on me when you think I’m not looking at you. And I find you irresistible.”

My thighs felt that familiar tingling sensation and my stomach lifted like I was plunging down the Red Dragon roller coaster at the local amusement park. I gulped and tried to find words, but just blushed, smiled and lifted my tea to my dry throat, feeling stupid and stiff.

“That being said, we should discuss our boundaries and desires before we go much further.”

“Yes, I’d like that.” I nodded politely, though my libido was screaming “I don’t care what you do, just take me!”

“I want you to know that if you are uncomfortable with this at any time, you can tell me, you can stop what we are doing in the moment, or you can end this relationship. You are not powerless. Your feelings and thoughts matter, and you should always share them with me, especially if something doesn’t feel right. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” His genuine concern was comforting, and I relaxed a little in my seat.

“Very good.” Folding his hands, he asked “is there anything you absolutely don’t want to do?”

“Well, what do you mean?” I knew what he was asking, but needed to make sure before risking embarrassing myself with an obscene answer.

“Are you absolutely disinterested in anal toys, anal sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, vibrators, spanking, different spanking tools, clamps, ropes, ties, blindfolds, or any other sexual acts or items, especially those considered kinky?”

His clinical questioning was, oddly, a turn on. He’s a different kind of doctor, but I’m sure he has good bedside manner. I focused on the conversation again. I had never engaged in real kinky sex before, except for the occasional light tap on the bum or use of fuzzy valentine’s handcuffs, and I found myself a little unsure, but eager to try. None of my few previous lovers had ever asked what I did or didn’t want to do, or what I liked in bed. I thought about it for a moment.

“Well, I don’t want to do anything that leaves me bleeding or more than lightly bruised. I don’t want fire or hot wax on me. I’m okay with trying different things slowly, like anal, but I don’t want to mess around with… well, poop. Basically, I don’t want to do anything that could lead to a visit to the emergency room or the psychiatrist.”

“Those are good boundaries.” He smiled at my little ER joke. “So, what turns you on?”

You, I thought, wanting to run my fingers through his curly, dark hair as he nipped and licked my breasts.

“Honestly, your control over me was so hot. I loved being spanked, being restrained by your tie, being taken by you. Being instructed what to do and when and how to do it. You having control and power, and me knowing that you are my teacher and I’m your student and your pet, was a real rush.”

“Good, Pet. We will play with control a great deal then. There are some things I will let you control. Sometimes, I will have all the escort bayan control. But remember, if you need it to stop, just tell me “Stop” or “Red Light.” I will drop whatever we are doing and talk with you right away.”

“Yes, Sir.” I liked the idea, ‘red light.’ Our own private slow down.

“As for me, I draw the line at humiliation and degradation, beatings and financial or nutritional control. I won’t do any of those things. I don’t like brattiness, childishness or demands. I will not be blackmailed or toyed with. What I do like is obedience, curiosity, passion, and honesty. I like knowing that if I’m hurting you or bothering you, you will say something. I like knowing that you are having a good time and that I am in control of your pleasure and your pain. I like knowing that you are giving it all up to me. Does that sound good to you?”

“Yes, Sir.” I practically growled. I wanted him so bad.

“Good, then let’s prepare for your next tutoring session.” His eyebrows arched suggestively, and I felt between my legs grow warmer.

“I have some assignments for you. You will read this book, and purchase the objects on this checklist. I’ve included the money in the envelope. I’ve marked the ones that you must purchase, and the rest of the list is your choice whether or not you want to use the items. You will bring your annotated book, a journal and these objects in a discreet bag to my house one week from today, at 6:30 p.m. In the same envelope, there is money for a pink bra, pink underwear, a matching garter and tights. You will wear these under your clothes that night. You will choose a blouse with buttons, a skirt, and tasteful heels. Understood?”

I looked down at the paper, where, luckily, all the instructions had been typed as well.

“Yes, Sir. Is there anything I need to know to complete this assignment satisfactorily?”

“I’ll be preparing dinner, so come with an appetite. Also, I require you to masturbate every night until then. For 20 minutes before bed. But you may not come.”

I gulped. Touch myself without coming? Every night? For a week?

“You will report to me that this was done satisfactorily, every evening. If you come, or you neglect to rub your pussy, you will be punished. Remember that honesty is the best policy.”

“Yes, sir. But, what is your address? And how should I report to you?”

He wrote down his street address and his cell phone number, instructing me to text him how long I had touched myself, what it felt like, what I was thinking about, and if I came. I nodded, thanked him and stood up, thinking our meeting was winding down. “I’m really looking forward to next week. I hope to please you, Sir.”

“I’m glad to hear it. However, Ms. Rosen, did anyone give you permission?”

I looked around and realized what he meant. I shouldn’t have stood up yet. “Oh, No, Sir.”

“Well then, sit back down. And the next time you rise without my permission, you will be punished, understood?”

I licked my lips. “Yes, Sir.”

He stood up and locked the door. Then he cleared most of the papers off his desk.

“Now, sit up on my desk. Facing me.” I did as I was told, popping my bottom up onto the desk.My legs dangled close to his. He put his hands Kadıköy escort on my knees and gently pushed them apart, revealing my wet, purple panties under my green dress and cardigan. He rubbed up and down my thigh, barely skimming my pussy with his hands, then back down towards my knee. My palms were flat against the desk and I coo’d with pleasure and arousal.

“Shh, Pet, we can’t be too loud in here.”

“Yes, Sir” I replied just above a whisper, tilting my head back and closing my eyes as his hands traveled up toward my breasts and kneaded them. He rose and kissed my lips, and down my neck. Then, he nipped my collar.

“Pet, show me how you’re going to touch yourself for me.” He whispered in my ear. I hesitated, embarrassed to do something so intimate in broad daylight, in front of him, in his office. He lifted my right hand from the desk and placed it against my wet panties. “Go on Pet, this is a command.” He sat in his big office chiar with his legs spread and his arms resting on the sides. “Pull your panties to the side and show me.”

I snaked one finger, then two under the silky, damp fabric and began to rub slowly up and down my slit. I could feel my pussy juice flowing over my fingertips. With my other hand, I pulled the crotch aside to given him a view of my ballet slipper pink, hot, wet cunt.

“mhhm” he moaned, watching me. I circled my two fingers just outside my hole, brushing my clit gently with my thumb and feeling electric. His hungry eyes and the erection straining against his slacks was all I needed to keep going. I tried my hardest to keep quiet, but a sigh or a moan would slip out when I looked at him.His rolled up sleeves, his muscular, dark forearms, his belt. I slid my fingers in and out, knowing my wetness was dripping onto his wooden desk. Then I began to rub my clit with more urgency, and I bit my lip. I could feel a climax building. My pussy was not quite full enough, not satisfied without his big, hard, throbbing cock in me. I rubbed harder and faster. Then I made my noises,

“mmmhhh…uhhhhh…”

The ones that meant I was right on the edge.

“Stop, Pet. No cumming.” I sighed and my chest heaved as I frustratedly pulled my shaking hands away, wiping the mess on my inner thigh. I needed to finish so badly. My pussy was pulsating and I could barely focus my eyes. When I regained control I looked at him and waited for further instruction.

“Take those panties off, and place them in the second drawer.”

I slid them down my legs and pulled open the drawer, which held a mix mash of office supplies. I dropped them in and closed it.

“Good girl. Now, use your mouth to clean up the mess you made on my desk.”

I kneeled on the rough carpet and saw, reflected by the lamp, a small puddle of my wetness. I felt his hand slide up and pinch and grab my ass as I licked the desk, slowly and with big, luscious movements of my tongue, like a curious cat. I had never tasted myself before.

I loved every drop.

“That’s a good Pet.”

I lifted myself from the desk when my task was done, wanting so badly for him to command me to suck his cock until he came down my throat, or to bend me back over the desk and be filled up with him, all 9 rock hard inches.

Instead, he kissed my hair, picked up my bag and the checklist and handed it to me, and said

“That little exercise counts as tonight’s assignment. Well done.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Next week. 6:30 Pet. Remember your homework. You’re dismissed.”

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“Good grief, mom and dad, how do you expect a fella to get to know anyone if he’s constantly moving from town to town?” I was bored to pieces in the back of the car, and mom and dad’s cheery demeanor was really ticking me off.

“Pipe down, Brendan, will ya? This is the last time we’re moving. It’s such a swell neighborhood!”

Swell? Sure. That’s what mom said the last time me moved. That was the third time.

Dad cleared his throat in that loud, obnoxious manner that I hated. He pulled up in front of some white picket fenced, too-good-to-be-true, straight out of “I Love Lucy” shack. Whoopie.

“Here we are!” He shut off the engine and opened the door, then walked around to let mom out. She re-tied the sleeves of her cardigan, artfully placed on her shoulders. She swore she was Marilyn Monroe sometimes.

I slid out of the Cadillac–my dad’s most prized possession–and kicked the door shut with my heel of Converse sneaker. Dad preferred I wear dressy penny loafers like him. Then again, dad preferred a lot of crap I didn’t care too much for.

The movers had pulled up a few seconds after mom and dad entered the fully furnished house. From inside, I could hear mom going on about the gorgeous pool in the backyard, already filled with sparkling water. Whatever. Give a fella like me a good vinyl record of Buddy Holly, Frankie Limon, or Elvis Presley, and I’m good. Pool not required.

Dad beckoned me inside. I reluctantly followed. I had to admit, the house was pretty boss, but I just didn’t care. The only thing I wanted to do was hurry up, get through these two months of my life, go on to college, and live life away from this drag of an existence.

Mom was clamoring over how much space was in the living room, perfect for viewing Lucy on the weekends. Dad told her she needed to be worried about how much space was on the counter for the coffee machine and toaster. Typical.

I decided to run away from all the fun and do a little exploring. I walked around the backyard and looked both ways. Two identical houses. How predictable.

Since there was nothing else to do, I just leaned on the white picket fence and pondered my own existence. I felt like Holden Caulfield from “Catcher in the Rye.” Totally useless, wayward, and unsure of everything. Maybe if I just let the sun burn my neck, it’d motivate me to get up and do something else, but until then, I’d just be a lazy son of a gun.

Mother nature eventually gave me the sign and I looked up. When I did, I saw something completely out of the ordinary.

She was wearing a bikini, another thing out of the ordinary, since all the girls were expected to cover up everything. She also had on cat eye sunglasses, a towel in her arms. She set it down on a lawn chair and looked around. After that, she took off her glasses and set them on the towel. In a sexy, seductive move, she stretched and then dipped her foot into the pool, laughing at how cold the water was.

I knew one thing. She was a babe. I was just going to guess that she was the only black girl in the neighborhood. I wanted to talk to her, but didn’t know if she would be scared of me or think I was part of the Klan or something. At least my parents had finally picked a swell spot for us to move into.

When I turned around, she was gone. Damn. I sulked back into the house only to see my parents outside, greeting the family right next to us. They looked like nice people, the mother a lot prettier than my own mom. However, my parents didn’t look too inviting.

I had to stop the awkwardness as the movers began ambling everywhere with stuff. I rolled up the sleeves of my cardigan and stepped outside.

“Hi.” I extended a hand. “My name is Brendan Thomas.”

The mom smiled. Perfect white teeth. “So nice to meet you, Brendan. My name’s Veronica.” She turned to her left. “This is my husband, Mr. Allan Wayworth, and my daught–” She sighed. “Tiffany! Tiffany, get over here so you can meet the new neighbors!”

I looked over to where Tiffany was. She yelled out, “But mom, I’m practically naked!”

I swear, I flipped at the thought of seeing her naked.

“Just wrap a towel around you!” Mrs. Wayworth chuckled to herself and then said to my parents, “She was about to take a dip in the pool.”

Nothing. My parents were so dry. Geez, they weren’t aliens, they were just black people.

When Tiffany showed up, my jaw dropped.

She managed to put on shorts. Tiny shorts. Very tiny shorts. Shorts that made my heart race. She’d thrown on some cardigan over her bikini, and looked absolutely delicious. Tiffany had beautiful brown eyes, skin the color of amber, and a body that would make Sophia Loren jealous.

Now if only I could get out the words.

“H..Hi. My name…My name is Brendan.” I adjusted my glasses–something I always do when I’m nervous–and held out my hand, waiting for hers to touch mine.

“Hi.” She smiled and grabbed my hand. “Tiffany. Nice to meet you.” I held her hand for just a second too long, and she must have noticed it, Bostancı Ukraynalı Escort because she kind of forcefully ripped it out of mine. “Sorry.” Then, I willed myself not to blush.

“New neighbors, eh?” Veronica said, noting the movers. Mom nodded. “You have excellent powers of perception.”

Allan caught wind of my mom’s little chide remark and cleared his throat. “So what made you folks pick this neighborhood?” He straightened his tie and folded his arms.

“Great location,” My dad answered, uninterested. “And because of the people who live here.”

They were ruining my chances of talking to Tiffany again by being racist! I hated my parents! I was so frosted, I didn’t know what to do.

I had to save the way the conversation was going.

“Mr. and Mrs. Wayworth, it’d be swell to have you guys over for dinner sometime. My mom makes a mean pot roast.” I smiled and then looked at Tiffany. “You’re invited too, of course.” Nervously, I ran a hand through my hair. She didn’t smile at first, but I saw the corners of her mouth twitch.

“Sounds great.” Mrs. Wayworth grabbed her husband’s arm and squeezed it. “Honey, let’s go inside now. Service starts in an hour. Can’t be late. Come on, Tiffany.” They all left. My parents scared them off.

As soon as they were out of earshot, my mom whispered, “Filthy niggers. What are they doing in this nice neighborhood, anyway?”

I watched Tiffany walk away and hoped she would turn around, but she didn’t. Well, at least she touched me. Yes, it was just a handshake, but it was enough for me.

That night, I spent most of the time listening to my parents lecture me about the dangers of ‘cavorting with trash,’ in reference to the Wayworths. I didn’t listen. I didn’t even bother to say anything, because there was no convincing my uptight mom and dad about anything.

“And stay away from that little slut Tiffany.” Mom said, sitting at her vanity, robe splayed behind her. She set down her brush roughly. “She’s no good for you. Did you see those shorts she had on? Definitely not marriage material.”

Dad lit one of his stupid Cuban cigars and put in, “One day son, I’ll let you take the car into town so you can meet a nice little dolly. You know, you’re at the age when you should be thinking about settling down.”

I was only nineteen.

I’d endured enough. I left and headed for the backyard when I knew my parents would be asleep. They’re such fuddy-duddies, they slept at around eight, which gave me much freedom. Since I was bored, I put on my trunks and went for a late night dip. It wasn’t until I came up for air that I noticed Tiffany was swimming in her pool, too.

Bobbing around in the water, I just wanted to get up and walk over to her place. Do something. Hell, a fella got tired of only talking to his parents. My old friends were back in Wisconsin, and with no phone yet, I couldn’t even talk to them. I needed to be social, and if she was the only one around, why not? Didn’t hurt that she was beautiful.

I worked up enough guts to haul ass over to her backyard before she got up and dried off. A million emotions ran through me as I knocked on the yard gate. She looked up and saw that it was me. At first, I thought she was going to ignore me, but then she opened up the gate.

She squinted her eyes. “Brendan, right?”

I nodded. “Evening, Tiffany. How’s it going?”

Tiffany frowned. “Why are you here?”

Because I like you, and I want to make out with you, I wanted to say. Instead, I said, like a coward, “What, am I not supposed to be here?”

Tiffany folded her arms and wrung her hair dry. “Your parents are racist.”

I grabbed onto the gate to keep from looking nervous, but it only made me look more nervous. “Yes, they are.”

“So who’s to say you aren’t?” Though she was mad at me, I had to admit, she had the best figure. I wanted to squeeze her thighs, fondle her medium-sized breasts, and as soon as she turned around, I could survey the attractiveness of her derriere.

I had to plead my case.

“I’m not racist. I promise.” She didn’t look like she was moved.

“Sure. Every white person I’ve met has been racist. Same crackas who smile in our faces are the same ones who put crosses on our yards and then burn them.”

What was I going to say?

“Tiffany,” I tickled the tip of the picket fence and hunched my shoulders. “my parents are idiots. They’re not hip. And I apologize for their rudeness this afternoon. Please don’t think I’m like that, too.”

Tiffany sucked her teeth. “Brendan, do you know what happened when my family and I went to a public pool?” She walked over to the pool and dipped her foot in. Now I got a view of her butt, and it was marvelous.

“What?” I asked, scared to walk in for fear of her telling me off.

“They drained it. They fucking drained the entire pool.” She folded her arms and walked back over to me. “We moved here so we wouldn’t have to worry about that. But we can’t keep running from people. We can’t let Bostancı Üniversiteli Escort everyone run us out of the neighborhood because of their ignorance. I mean, I’m a normal girl, I should be able to listen to Frankie Limon in my own room without worrying about someone burning the house down.”

“You’re right. You’re absolutely right.” I kept looking at the distance between us. I hated it. I wanted to get closer. “Can you please let me in?”

She squinted her eyes. When she sighed and reluctantly opened the door, I felt like I’d conquered the first step.

“I hope God sees what I’m doing because I take a lot of crap off you white people only to get nothing in return,” she said, locking the gate.

“Tiffany,” I walked over to her. Face to face. “I’m positive that I’ll never understand how it feels for you to be ridiculed because of the color of your skin. For you to be made fun of before you even open your mouth. Being judged is no fun. I’m sorry you have to go through this, but I’d really like for us to be friends. I mean, I moved here from Wisconsin for crying out loud. I have no tangible friends at the moment.” When I finished, I looked down at my bare feet. Hopefully, I’d won her over.

“Not only that, but you listen to Frankie Limon, and that’s terrific.”

She softened a bit, and smiled. Tiffany touched the back of her neck and licked her lips. “Yes, I love Frankie. You like the Platters?”

Of course! I could already tell she was my musical soulmate.

“I love them. I went ape when I saw them on “American Bandstand.”

She smiled again. Yes, warm up for me. Actually, she looked like she was getting cold.

“Do you want a towel?” I was about to hand her the folded towel on the chair, but she declined. “I’m getting back in,” she responded.

I stood up. She began making fun of my glasses.

“You look like Buddy Holly in those things.”

It was true.

“Hey, Buddy Holly is the man.” I laughed behind my joke and stood before the pool, watching Tiffany glide through the water. I had to get in there with her.

“Tiffany, you mind if I join you there?”

She bobbed in the water, like she was contemplating. When she let me in, I rejoiced on the inside.

“You better not be racist, Brendan. I feel like I’m betraying my gut instincts right now.”

But why? If I was just going to be a friend to her, why did she feel this way?

I swam a bit closer until I was at the edge. “Why?”

She swam to the edge, as well. “Because you’re white. Maybe sometime in the future, this wouldn’t be a big deal, but right now, this is dangerous.”

“I know that, but I’m just an aquaintance. I mean, maybe…maybe we’ll get to know each other, but why are you so scared, Tiffany?”

Tiffany rolled her eyes. “You have no idea what it means to be colored, so you’ll never know.”

“Don’t you mean black? Colored is so derogatory. I mean, to be honest with you, I don’t see the purpose of segregation, either. If America is so forward-thinking and so open-minded, you’d think they wouldn’t be too miffed about us hanging out in the same pool.”

That must have won her over, because she nodded and agreed. “I guess you can’t be totally racist if you’re dropping lines like that.”

I got closer to her. “I’m not racist at all, I keep trying to tell you.” I smiled. God, she was beautiful, and she couldn’t bring herself to look at me completely. “Let me prove it to you.”

Tiffany looked away, then back at me. “Okay, fine. You wanna prove it to me? Prove that you’re not racist?”

I nodded. “More than anything.” That came off a little too eager, but she didn’t seem to mind.

She licked her lips. “There’s a malt shop about a half an hour away.” She poked my shoulder and went on, “It’s predominately white, not segregated, but still racist. Take me there tomorrow at around noon. If I feel like you’re not being all disrespectful or anything, I’ll take you seriously.”

It was a challenge, being around all those racist white people, but a fella had to do what a fella had to do.

“I will. You got yourself a deal.” I held out my hand and she shook mine. When we let go, I watched as she inched out of the water. I followed.

“I should be going to bed.” Tiffany grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. “I’m actually kind of tired.”

I nodded. “Okay. Well, you get some shuteye. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

She smirked. “I don’t know, will you?”

I laughed and then headed for the gate, Tiffany right behind me. She locked the gate and I turned around and stared at her for a second. “Night, Tiffany.”

Tiffany ran her hands up and down herself and replied, “Night, Brendan.”

The next day came quickly. Dad told me to take the Cadillac into town and find a nice girl. I would, alright. Dad took a cab into the city while mom stayed behind and fixed dinner. I had no idea about Tiffany’s parents’ whereabouts, but I hoped they weren’t around in case they kept Tiffany from going.

I Bostancı Vip Escort rang the doorbell. Buddy Holly glasses? Check. Worn-in leather jacket reminiscent of Dean Martin? Check. Jeans? Check. Converse? Check. Once she opened the door, I realized that I looked entirely too dressy, but then I saw her.

I was floored. She wore a red button up shirt over a black and white polka dotted dress with the saddle shoes. Tiffany looked better than any other white girl I’d seen wearing that outfit.

“Hey there, Buddy Holly.” She joked, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

“Hi, babe.” I said, hoping I’d proven myself thus far. The real test was at the malt shop.

Won’t lie, I was nervous when we walked in together. All the normal squares, I guessed, frequented the malt shops, because they were out in droves today. The whole place stopped when we walked in, though we were just friends. We each ordered two vanilla milkshakes and just sat around and talked. Tiffany and I had a lot of things in common. We both liked soul music a lot, hated everything about our old neighborhoods except our friends, and wanted out, badly. It was like we shared the same spirit.

Luckily, no one was ignorant enough to come over and rattle our cages, except for the dirty looks. I just knew that I’d proven myself. I was genuinely happy to be in her company.

During the ride home, Tiffany seemed shocked. I could tell. At a red light, she blurted out, “Guess you’re not racist after all.” She smiled and I turned to face her, adjusting my glasses again. “I told you.”

Tiffany smoothed out her dress and grinned. She had to have been happy that her next door neighbor wasn’t a likely candidate to burn down her house. And I was happy that she was such a nice, respectable young girl. And gorgeous, on top of that.

When I pulled up to her house, I opened the door for her and led her to the doorstep.

“Guess this is it. Did you enjoy our little date?” Oops. I smacked myself in the head. “Sorry, it was a Freudian slip.”

Tiffany laughed behind her hand. “It’s okay, Brendan.” She touched my shoulder. I knew she could see me blushing.

“I had a real swell time, Tiffany.”

“Me too, Brendan.”

Silence. I had to do something.

“Tiffany, forgive me for saying this, but I think you’re. . . well, unreal.”

She laughed out loud. “Thank you, Brendan. I think you’re unreal, too.”

Standing on her porch with sweaty palms and a racing mind, I had to move fast. She was about to let herself in, but I grabbed her arm and went in for the kill.

Kissing Tiffany was breathtaking. She kissed me back, too. She had the softest lips, and the cutest little moan as I ran my hands over her back. I felt like I was in heaven.

Until my dad caught us and went ape, that is. He’d just been arriving from the city, and was not too happy about it. Neither were Tiffany’s parents, just because I was the spawn of the parents they hated.

“You are not to see that nigger filth ever again!” “Stay away from her or suffer dire consequences, young man!” “I thought you were going into town to find a NICE girl?” were just some of the phrases thrown around during dinner.

It didn’t work.

I kept sneaking around my parents to see Tiffany as much as I could. We’d fool around, but there was no sex. Not yet. I just couldn’t pull myself away from her. She was too pretty for that. This went on for about a month until something really bad happened.

She woke me up by actually climbing onto the balcony of my room. When I heard knocking on the window, I put on my glasses and parted the curtains. Tiffany was there, hugging herself in her nightie, looking terrified. I quickly opened the door and let her in.

“My goodness, what’s the matter, Tiff?” I closed the window behind her and gave her a hug after kissing her forehead numerous times.

“Someone put a cross on my lawn and burned it, Brendan.” She hugged me back. Tightly.

“Oh, babe, I’m sorry to hear about that. Are your parents okay?” I ran my hands through her thick hair and she cried into my arms.

“Babe, babe, babe. Shhhh. It’s okay.” I kissed her lips and wanted nothing more than to wash that pain away from her. She buried her head in my chest and I led her to the bed.

“But your parents? Won’t they–“

“Just have to fucking deal with it if they walk in.”

I threw the covers over us and held her. “You’re safe with me, Tiffany. I promise you.” I kissed her cheek and rubbed her body up and down to keep her warm. “You’re okay.”

She turned around to face me and I wiped her tears away. “Dollface, don’t cry. I hate to see you cry. I only want to see you happy.”

She laughed. “Brendan, sometimes I wonder if you’re really real.”

I touched myself. “I’m not a ghost, dollface, now am I?”

It was totally dark in the room besides the light of the moon hitting the window. I thought it was romantic, despite the circumstances. Plus, there was so much body heat going on between us, I was ready for us to consummate our relationship. For hours.

I stroked her arm gently and whispered, “Are you okay, dollface?” I kissed her neck and she turned around, her hair almost landing in my mouth.

“Why are you calling me dollface all of a sudden?” She traced a finger around my glasses, which she’d now come to love.

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Made to Obey Ch. 08

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Babes

Reprise: I’d been caught wearing my Sister-in-law’s underwear and jerking off to shemale porn by wife (Ruth), Sister-in-law (Esther) and their mother (Donna). Ruth, as a part of my punishment, was setting me tasks until Esther (who’d taken my laptop and mobile phone) could verify I’d never visited such sites before. I’d been forced into a chastity cage and made to wear panties all the time. Humiliation was now a daily event.

Penny, was about to bring the stockings and garters, pink, frilly baby-doll nightie and matching panties over to me when something else in the gym bag caught her eye.

“Hold on, what do you think of these?”

She pulled out another baby-doll nightie — this time in an almost see-through white, not so frilly as the pink one, but with a black-lace trim around the hem and a large bow at the neck. The panties too were of a similar make, almost see-through with black trim and bow.

“Those will go better with her gloves,” Geri reckoned.

“And these garters too,” said Penny, now holding one of them up for me and Geri to see. They were black with a large white lacy frill around the edges.

Geri had now finished touching up my make-up and Penny (clad just in her short, cotton nightshirt), called me down to try on the selected lingerie. I sheepishly made my way to her, trying to walk in such a way that my dick, now getting a little aroused, was not always in total view.

“Here, put these on first,” Penny demanded, handing me the black, fishnet stockings. I put these on with the minimum of fuss, and managed to get the seams at the back straight at the first attempt. I found myself wondering if Donna had worn these when she wanted to get Max to approve of some large purchase she had in mind. They felt very sexy — tarty — even, on my long, shapely legs. I’d never worn garters before (mind you, I’d only started wearing ladies’ lingerie in recent weeks, so that was hardly surprising). Once I’d put the garters on though, I knew I was hooked; my knob was now proud and stiff and Penny told me to calm down, I hadn’t even put the panties on yet and she didn’t want me coming before she’d ridden me.

Geri helped me on with the baby-doll nightie and, to my complete embarrassment, Penny held the panties out before me, stretching them for me to step into. I managed to put my feet into them without my dick swaying too near her face and she pulled them up my legs, making sure they were tight at the back and taking great pleasure in ensuring the black-bowed front rubbed up and over my dick.

“Take a look at yourself in the mirror Carla,” Geri suggested.

“Here, put these on too,” Penny added, handing me the black open-toed shoes with the pom-poms on that Geri had been wearing when I first arrived. They were a little small for me but I managed to cram my feet into them and, although they had a small heel, I was able to walk over to the mirror without stumbling.

“Now, do a pirouette, do a twirl, come on pansy,” Penny demanded.

I did as ordered and was told to do so again, but this time holding the hem of my nightie up to expose my panties. Blushingly, I once again complied and thought it better not to argue when asked to make further poses in my new outfit. Penny was filming most of this with Geri taking pictures with a mobile phone. I didn’t want them to do this, but, with the threat of these and similar pictures being sent to others, including my brother, I had little choice. Ask yourself, before criticising me for being a sissy or a pansy, what would you have done in similar circumstances?

But I still retained some vestige of masculinity in that my already twice-spent dick was showing once again it was ready for action. I also hoped that, perhaps, Penny was getting a little excited too, as I guessed it wouldn’t be long before I had to satisfy her and the thought of making her lose it, of climaxing whilst I fucked her, had appeal beyond the money it would earn me.

“Hey, Geri. I’ve got an idea, let’s paint a little mole on her cheek to make her look a little like a Betty-boop!”

Geri laughed at this and had me walk over to the dressing table again, where she added a black blob of mascara on my right cheek, just above my lip. I have to admit, it did add a touch of cuteness to my look.

Penny approached the bed and I sensed battle was about to commence. She reached down to the hem of her nightshirt and pulled it up and off over her head, her petite breasts jostling ever so slightly. Her nipples, now erect, seemed to be pointing at me; daring me to stimulate them. My mouth started to salivate at the thought of sucking on them and making their bitch of an owner wriggle in delight.

She climbed onto the bed and, as before, face down and on all fours, pushed her cheeks upwards and invited me to get stuck in to her butt but not, on any account, (or words to that effect!) her pussy.

I stumbled a little in my shoes as I moved towards her. My dick was leaking a little onto the soft, sensuous fabric of my panties Bostancı Sınırsız Escort and the nightie floated along with my movement, creating a pleasurable draft across my torso.

When I’d last tongued her bottom, I’d sensed that she got quite excited and, although I now had the opportunity to try and take it to completion this time -and I did want to get my money – I wanted to get her climaxing with my dick inside her — as I’d achieved with Geri. I wanted to push my pork-poker so far up her pussy it would push the fluff out of her belly-button. Furthermore, as a token to my manliness, I wanted to take control of this, to have her on her back, looking into my eyes as I thrust into the fanny of her skinny frame and watch her wriggle in ecstasy as I ran my hands, lips and tongue over her taunting , teasing young nipples.

She was, once again, clearly receptive to my tongue’s entrance into her anus, her soft, pert bum feeling so lovely against my cheeks. I did wonder though if her wriggling might smear the “mole” Geri had recently painted on my face. I sensed her breathing was getting a little faster, a little heavier and decided to just give her another minute or so of tonguing before pushing her onto her back to mount her like the man I was, my dick now well out of my pantie’s waistband. But Penny, as though reading my mind, pulled away from my tongue and sat up on the bed.

“Okay sissy, on your back,” she demanded.

I must have looked a little surprised, a little confused. Wasn’t it supposed to be me, the man, who was to go on top, to do the riding?

“Didn’t you hear your order Carla? Tell Auntie Geraldine what you’ve been told to do,” Geri prompted me.

“To lie on my back-Auntie Geraldine,” I responded.

Once on my back, Geri, once again took up a position near my head whilst Penny manoeuvred herself between my legs and started to yank my panties off, an act which somehow signified to me just who was in control. She managed to get them over one foot but didn’t bother trying to get them off the other, leaving them dangling around my ankle. She moved forward towards me with a smile on her face, gently brushing the fingers of one hand along the length of my stiffy.

“Now, you pathetic wimp, I’m going to ride you like the little sissy you are. I’m not the pushover your Auntie Geraldine was. I’m going to pump your pathetic little dick dry; do you hear me?”

I nodded.

She twisted her body around a little and started to massage my cock, already at a heightened state of readiness. I felt some pre-come glisten out and moisten the tips of her fingers. It felt good, but this was not how I wanted things to go. I had to re-take the initiative, even though I was laying on my back with her astride me. I now had a very good view of one of her tits and decided to gamble that if I could fondle, suck and tease that, she might leave my knob alone and turn wholly around to enjoy my touch even more.

I stretched out my right arm, up towards her left breast, but as soon as Geri became aware of my intentions, she grabbed it and pulled it down again and then grabbed my other arm too.

“They’re not for your pleasure sissy. Hands off.”

Penny looked around to see me pinned down and frustrated. She smiled and now lowered her tits to within an inch of my mouth.

“These aren’t for you Carla. Did you want to feel my tits? Answer me.”

“Yes Miss Penny. I wanted to feel your tits. “

She laughed and, with a quick glance to see if my dick was still erect, slowly moved her torso in that direction, her fanny getting nearer and nearer my knob, her smile getting smugger as she went.

“Now sissy-girl,” she began, “you may think I’m not that muscular eh? But my strongest muscle is about to suck the life out of your dick. Sit back and surrender like the inferior pansy you are.”

My baby-doll nightie was now all bunched up about my chest as I felt her gently grab my dick and slowly lower herself, inch by inch, onto it. She was clearly excited too. The slipperiness of her vagina making the penetration especially pleasurable for a cock that had had so little sex recently. I was confused, what should I try next to get her to orgasm whilst still holding on to the load now getting nearer and nearer to launch?

But the decision was taken out of my hands so to speak. Penny suddenly pushed herself down over my last two-inches or so of dick and then, pushed herself up again. But the upward lift was accompanied by an amazing feeling of suction and pressure along the length of my cock. Down she came again with a slushing sound of lubricating fanny juice, none of this liquid though managing to decrease the pressure I felt along my length. It was though I had my dick in a vacuum-cleaner.

She could see my pleasure and alarm and straightened her back before placing her arms behind her head and interlocking her fingers. She was now moving up and down my pole with effortless ease. Each descent and rise bringing Bostancı Suriyeli Escort my cock nearer to explosion. The sumptuous feel and sound of her juices lubricating my member, together with the feel of my panties swaying about my foot all added to the wonderful feeling of subjection, of humiliation that nowadays turned me on.

“I’m riding you like the pantie-wearing frilly sissy you are, aren’t I?” she taunted me.

I didn’t want to answer, I was concentrating on trying to think of something, anything, to make me less aroused, gritting my teeth and closing my eyes as I did so. Money, the weather, sport, cold rain. I tried thinking of such things to take my mind of my situation, but the constant lubricated suction and the pressure Penny was exerting was overcoming this. On one descent, she pushed her pubic hairs against mine and wriggled about, creating a delicious friction which, just as I was fully sensing its effect, ended. She rose up again, her vaginal muscles still gripping my tool. Then down again, then up. My poor, wet, stretched foreskin felt like it was almost in heaven.

Penny, still with arms behind her head, was riding me with so much ease. I knew I couldn’t hang on much longer; knew I wouldn’t get my fee.

“Enjoy it sissy,” she mocked. “Look, that dowdy office girl is riding and fucking the panties off you. Not Ruth but her plain, drab assistant, and you in your mother-in-law’s knickers too”

I shot my load — not quite as much as I’d done with Geri, but quite a lot considering it was my third ejaculation of the day. Penny whooped like a cowboy and kept pumping my dick a few more times.

With victory written all across her face, she carefully dismounted me and wiped her fanny over my belly, before getting off the bed and grabbing a few tissues.

“Put your panties back on sissy,” she mocked. “When you’ve got your breath back that is.”

I slouched off the bed and, forlornly reached down to pull my panties back up over my spent-out dick, which was gradually diminishing in size. Penny had hopped off the bed and was making her way to the bathroom; Geri was rooting around in the box again for something.

“When Penny’s finished in the bathroom Carla, you go in and clean yourself up okay?”

“Yes, Auntie Geraldine.”

I sat on the end of the bed, waiting for Penny to emerge from the bathroom, feeling like a total wimp, an utter sissy, a failure as a man. I played with the garters on my legs and dangled the black shoes on my feet, watching as Geri, still in just her white stockings, placed a few items at the other end of the bed. The central piece being a flesh coloured rubber hose-like thing, about 18 inches long with both ends shaped like the head of a penis. The odd look I gave this prompted Geri to laugh and reassure me that they weren’t going to use it on me.

“Not today anyway, sissy,” she mocked. “Ruth said to go easy on you; to just use a small dildo when pegging you.”

Was I supposed to be grateful to Ruth for being so considerate?

When Penny emerged from the bathroom, she was still naked and drying her hair with a towel, making no attempt to cover her pussy hairs or small breasts, the breasts I’d recently desired so badly. She looked at me trying not to stare at her.

“Carla can wait and watch before she washes and makes us lunch; she might learn something.”

Now I won’t bore you with all the details of Penny and Geri’s sex acts, just to say that the centrepiece of the fondling, kissing and stimulation was the two-headed rubber thing which was used by both ladies in unison whilst on their backs. This was an act that took quite a bit of dexterity and should not be attempted by those with back complaints.

Following much crying-out and shouting and the whoops of delight that accompanied their orgasms, their attention eventually turned to me.

I had not been that aroused at the spectacle of them indulging themselves. For one thing, my balls and dick had been drained by the three ejaculations I’d had: my shrivelled dick looked like a blind, hairless baby dormouse.

“Carla, freshen up and then put on a dressing gown that’s on the door in the bathroom and then go into the kitchen and make us all something to eat. There are eggs and various things you can add to make us all an omelette or scrambled eggs or something. You can make those can’t you?”

“Yes, Auntie Geraldine.”

I wondered if I should wash off my make-up and take off the false-eyelashes, but decided against it. The dressing gown — which must have been Penny’s it was such a tight fit — was a plain, woollen one in pink. I put the black shoes back on as I went out to find my way to the kitchen. It had been a long time since I’d last eaten and I made quite a good fist of the meal I’d been tasked to make. Penny and Geri were actually quite complimentary about it but laughed at my inability to drink my coffee without spilling it; my tongue was a little swollen from its earlier exertions.

After Bostancı İranlı Escort we’d eaten, Geri said I need not bother washing up as she didn’t want me to damage my nail varnish. It had passed 3 p.m. now, not too long before Ruth was due to come back for me.

“Excuse me Auntie Geraldine,” I nervously enquired. “Can I remove my make-up now please?”

They looked at one another. Then Penny delivered her verdict.

“No, not yet, not until you’ve posed for some stills in your nice underwear. We’ve plenty of time.”

At this, I finally got up the courage to speak my mind.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! Haven’t you got enough pictures and film of me now? What the fuck do you want more for? Fuck off. I’m not posing and that’s that.”

Of course, I was in no position to make such an ultimatum, but, well, I was just so pissed off at this.

Geri gasped at my subversion and Penny muttered something like “we’ll see about that.”

Penny got up from the kitchen table and went out to retrieve her mobile phone, pressing digits on it as she returned. She soon got her answer.

“Hi, Ruth, yeah — high. Your Carla has just told me and Geri to fuck off. We want to take some pictures of her in her lovely baby-doll and panties.”

There was a pause whilst Penny listened to Ruth’s reply and then she handed the phone to me and a furious Ruth told me the options I had that she’d conveyed to Penny. Basically, I must allow the pictures to be taken but I must choose to either allow Penny to spank me or deduct £20 from my “earnings” as punishment for my rudeness and bad manners. I chose the spanking, and, after returning to the living room, Geri filmed me bending down over Penny’s knees and her removing my panties and spanking me with her hands six times on each cheek of my bare bottom. Although it hurt, it was nowhere near as painful as the spanking Ruth and Donna had recently given me so I didn’t cry or whimper besides, I had to retain some semblance of being a man. When the spanking was over, I had to thank Miss Penny for my punishment.

The photos were taken with me in my white with black trim baby doll nightie and matching panties plus fishnet stocking and garters plus black shoes. In some, I had my panties down by my knees or even off completely and I had to pull faces like some cookie show girl, the black face-mole having been re-applied to enhance the look.

When this was finally done, I was about to ask if I could now, eventually, remove my make-up but Geri beat me to it, telling me to wash my face and take my false eye-lashes off but leave my hair untouched. She’d also touch up my lipstick. I was to put the black lacy briefs I’d arrived in back on and get dressed to await Ruth’s arrival.

An awkward silence pervaded the room as I waited for my wife. Penny had now dressed herself in jeans and t-shirt and Geri was busying herself tidying and freshening the place up. My cage (with the key in) had been placed in the gym bag together with all the underwear I’d been made to wear plus the panties Penny and Geri had worn during our session; I was to wash and dry them and return them to Penny in the coming week.

Ruth’s arrival saw the two women greet her with hugs and kisses while I sat on a chair awaiting the call for me to leave.

The three women went in to the kitchen and I could hear them chatting and laughing; Ruth refusing an alcoholic drink as she had to drive home.

When they eventually re-emerged, Ruth called me over and, like an obedient pet dog, I grabbed the gym bag and went to her side.

“I’ll edit the footage this week Ruth and send you a copy, okay. Carla’s cage and key and some of our smalls for her to wash are in her bag. See you next week,” grinned Penny.

Ruth nodded and ushered me out of the front door, but, even though ashamed about the whole affair, there was something Geri and Penny had forgotten.

I’m sure my face reddened as I stopped by the door and turned to look at all the women who had turned to me to see why I was reluctant to leave.

“Er, I think I’m owed some money,” I sheepishly pointed out, gazing at the floor, not daring to look them in the eye.

With this they all burst out laughing and Ruth gently clasped my arm and nudged me out.

“Oh Carla, you silly girl,” she chided me, “that was just a joke. We were just having you on. I wasn’t sure if you’d fall for it.”

I could see Auntie Geraldine and Penny grinning at each other over Ruth’s shoulder, laughing at my naivety.

“Of course I haven’t cut up your credit cards. It’s just as well as I don’t think you’d make a particularly successful whore from what I’ve just been told.”

It was a cruel trick to play on me in my opinion. Ruth drove us home and I think it fair to say my silence and demeanour conveyed my dissatisfaction at how Ruth had played me for such a gullible fool. In the silence I began to re-calibrate my opinion of Ruth. Sure, I loved her and dearly wanted our sex life to return to how it used to be, but I had now seen a slightly more manipulative side to her, a more dominant side. Sure, finding me wearing her sister’s underwear and jerking off to shemale porn was hardly likely to show me in a very masculine light — but I had explained that that was just a “one off”, an aberration.

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Claiming Katy Ch. 08

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Blonde

[Author’s note: This story was originally posted in “Lesbian Sex”, but due to the heavy sadomasochistic themes of the series, I have moved it to “BDSM”.]

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–Dr Isabella Pacetti’s Notes:

To recap: Katy has introduced Sophie to the cellar of Mrs Alderney’s house, a room which is effectively a dungeon. Unable to explain her motivation, confused by her nerves and feeling teased by her friend, she lashes out and insults Sophie. Not remotely hurt by the insult and forgiving her immediately, Sophie nevertheless uses this as an excuse to promise Katy more punishment. Katy is delighted.

The apparent sadism of the following events may appear brutal, but I hope it is clear that these women are all consenting adults fulfilling their desires.

–Katy’s Statement:

The remainder of my afternoon was busy. I had neglected or messed up most of my chores all day, and now I had to get all of Sophie’s bedding washed and dried and returned to her room before six o’clock. At six I had to prepare and serve the evening meals. At seven o’clock I had to report to the cellar.

I made Sophie’s bed and briefly tidied the room, not disturbing the unpacked shopping bags. I noted they were expensive-looking bags, with the branding of quite exclusive clothing and shoe shops. Sophie had spent a lot of money today. I was fascinated by what she might have bought, and I longed to peek inside, but I didn’t dare, and I didn’t have time.

I cooked a light meal of grilled fresh fish, a recipe I’m quite good at. I know I’m a mediocre cook (though a lot better than when I started at Mrs Alderney’s) and I wanted to do nothing to spoil things.

I served up two dishes — unable to face any food myself — and was preparing to take them to wherever my mistresses were eating tonight, when I heard the clip-clip of shoes on the kitchen floor behind me. I turned to see Sophie, dressed as she had been all day in her clinging blouse and trousers and her stiletto boots. She crossed the floor with a dry smile on her face and a tall glass of white wine in her hand.

“Good evening Katy,” said Sophie, grinning. “That smells lovely. I’ll eat mine here, thank you. Mrs Alderney will have hers in the office.”

I nodded and arranged a knife and fork around one of the plates. I scooped up the other and hurried into the office.

Mrs Alderney was seated behind her desk, reading, but unusually she had a bottle of wine open on the desk beside her, and a half-full glass in her hand.

“Thank you, Katy. How was your day?”

I arranged plate and cutlery and stood back, wringing my hands absent-mindedly.

“Well, good, I think, Madame. Erm. But Miss Sophie wants me to go to the cellar at seven. Erm. If that’s all right.”

Mrs Alderney paused with her glass touching her lip.

“Of course it is. Her Key, her cellar, her Katy. I hope you don’t question her actions to her face. Or is that why she is taking you to the cellar? No…” She held up a warning hand as my mouth opened “…it’s of no consequence. Just try to be attentive.”

“Yes Madame. Thank you. Will you be having a sweet course?”

“I don’t think so, thank you.” She glanced at her watch. “You have a quarter of an hour, Katy. You should go and see that Miss Burton has everything she needs, then go and make yourself presentable. Please try to be on you best behaviour. I believe she will be looking for faults.”

I felt a sudden chill. They had been sharing a drink, hadn’t they? “What..? Has she told you that?”

“No Katy,” Mrs Alderney smiled, “she has told me she will be punishing you this evening, that’s all.”

“Did she… did she tell you why?”

“Katy, I know nothing of what has gone between you, beyond what I can read on your body. Nor have I asked. I think you should be attending to Miss Burton, don’t you?”

“Yes Madame. Thank you…”

—

Sophie wasn’t in the kitchen. Half a glass of wine and half a plate of food were on the table. I looked around in a panic, as though I might find some trace of her. The clock still said ten-to-seven. Then I heard clip-clip on the stone steps to the cellar and Sophie emerged.

“It’s unlocked,” she said coolly, “if you’ve finished all your chores you can go down and wait for me.” She slid back onto a chair and continued to eat.

“I… I should wash up when you’ve eaten. And Madame—”

Sophie waved dismissively. “No, that can wait. I’d like you to spend some time in the cellar, thinking. You can go down, stand facing the tool racks and look at the contents. Consider each one. Think about how it might feel to wear the restraints. Try to imagine how the whips feel, if you don’t know already. Do you understand?”

“Yes Miss Sophie. Thank you.” I was shivering. I looked at her, desperately wishing she would hold me and soothe me. So I thrilled when she looked up and smiled gently.

“Don’t wind yourself up again, Katy.” She held out her hand and I took it. I was gently squeezed. “I’m not angry, remember. This afternoon you practically begged me Bostancı Yabancı Escort to take you down there and hurt you. This is all your choice. You can think about that while you’re down there, too.”

This wasn’t quite the reassurance I had been seeking, but it was entirely true. I nodded, mumbled my thanks and pattered towards the cellar.

—

I looked at the restraints, the harnesses, the spacer bars, and I dutifully pictured how each could be used the shape me and pose me. How they would expose my most intimate, delicate parts to the easy cruelty of a barely interested mistress. How they would make me wriggle like a worm, or flail uselessly like an upturned beetle or dangle like a fish on a line. I could be twisted, pinned, opened wide. I would be an object.

I had already sat and thought about all of these things. I had lain in bed and thought about them… Of course, they had been fantasy objects then; Madame had never shown any interest in actually using most of them.

I didn’t honestly know how most of the whips would feel. I knew that there were floggers and beaters that were designed to be noisy and scary but do little harm. I also knew there were serious weapons – like the cane, the crop, and the cat — which could cut me and scar me if they were used correctly. I had suffered their kind of pain often enough of course, but until the previous night I didn’t realise there were whole landscapes of agony still to be mapped out on my body. I looked at my hands and saw they were shaking. I seemed to have no blood in me. I felt sick.

I heard the clip-clip on the stairs and made an involuntary sobbing sound. I stood up very straight and faced the wall.

The footsteps travelled to one of the high stools on the opposite side of the room. Something in my head was telling me something was wrong, but I couldn’t concentrate on anything but my nerves.

Then I heard a similar clip-clip on the stairs and I realised Miss Sophie was not sitting behind me. I spun on the spot and saw Mrs Alderney perched demurely on the stool, sipping at a full glass of wine. She was dressed in her office clothes, the dark suit and skirt, dark sheer stockings and low-heeled shoes. I gaped. Mrs Alderney looked impassively at me and made a tiny gesture with a finger: turn around.

I turned, and now my jaw was quivering. I stared blindly ahead as Sophie entered the room.

“Hello Mrs Alderney. Are you comfortable there or would you prefer the Throne?”

“Here is fine, thank you.”

Sophie clicked her fingers. “Katy! Come here!” Her voice was still informal and not unkind, but quite impossible to defy. I turned with painful slowness and shuffled towards the women. Sophie was also still in her crisp office clothes, and she too had a glass of wine. She also had a half-empty bottle and she now placed both on the workbench. She smiled and took my hand again.

“This is the first time I’ve properly disciplined you Katy, so I’ve invited Mrs Alderney to observe. She is observing me, Katy. She might speak with me. She is interested in me, not you, do you understand? Don’t bother her.”

“Yes Miss Sophie. I mean… no…”

Sophie nodded and stroked my hair absently as she turned back to Mrs Alderney. She was still holding my hand.

“So I was thinking,” she said in subtly different tone, speaking now to Mrs Alderney, “I don’t want to use her pussy, partly because that’s taken a lot of punishment recently, and partly because I don’t want to directly stimulate her. Ditto her breasts. Katy, lift up your dress, hold it over your face, I want to see your torso. Thank you.”

I was dazed. I had spent all this time staring in terror at Mrs Alderney, while Mrs Alderney ignored me and nodded at Sophie. Now I was forced to let go of Sophie’s hand and raise the hem of my dress until my body was exposed but my face was covered. I let my breath warm my face as I listened to Sophie’s voice and felt her hand wandering over my skin, pointing to illustrate her monologue.

“See, her breasts are badly striped and her nipples have got some bruising. I used her bobby pins by the way, here and on her labia. She responded very well, in many ways, worth experimenting with. Not today, though. There’s some bruising here inside the thighs, you can see, that’s just from a belt, but she’s sore, look…”

A finger flicked the skin on the inside of my left thigh and I squeaked.

“…So I’ll leave that for a day or so. So I think I’m left with her legs and back, which are completely clear, and her buttocks which haven’t really been beaten since I took charge of her. Turn around, Katy.”

I shuffled around on the spot and felt my knickers being pulled this way and that.

“Some therapeutic spanking, but no real marks left there. So that will be the main focus tonight, aside from a few, you know, punctuations.” A warm hand patted my right breast and I flinched. “Cover yourself up now.”

As I smoothed my dress against my body, shyly from one woman to the other. Sophie Bostancı Yeni Escort was taking a drink and Mrs Alderney was gazing intently at Sophie.

Why did it have to be like this? Why both of them? I knew I deserved punishment, but this was already terrifying agony. Certainly there was a strange masochistic thrill in being displayed and discussed like livestock, but where was it leading? Were they ganging up on me after all?

Both women returned their attention to me at once, and I hastily looked down at the floor.

“Okay Katy? Go to the blackboard please.”

As I turned and padded silently to face the board, I heard Mrs Alderney speak.

“Do you have a lesson planned? Or is only punishment warranted?”

The conversation was not meant for my ears, and even in the quiet of the cellar I had to listen hard.

“No, I thought I’d do it in three parts: first the lesson, identifying the misdemeanour; second the exercises to drive home the lesson; finally the punishment. I’m hoping the punishment will also reinforce the lesson. We’ll see.”

The footsteps clip-clipped across the floor and stopped behind me. A hand stroked my neck and I shivered with pleasure in spite of my numb fear. Sophie spoke in a whisper that I could barely hear.

“Okay, baby. I know we talked about this earlier, and we know where we stand. But I would like you to tell me now, in a loud clear voice, what you have asked to be punished for.”

I took a moment, cleared my throat and closed my eyes. I was at the top of hill, and it fell away steeply in front of me. I was about to tumble out of control.

“Miss Sophie, please may I be punished for… for insulting you Miss Sophie?”

“You may, good girl. Pick up the chalk and write on the board what you called me. Write it across the top in big capital letters, and put it in quotation marks.”

I stood still with my eyes closed. Please, not this. I didn’t mean…

“Obey me promptly, Katy. I’m being gentle with you, but don’t take advantage.”

I lurched forward and snatched up a stick of chalk from the base of the blackboard. I reached up with a trembling hand and wrote in careful letters:

SMUG FUCKING BITCH

I heard Mrs Alderney shift suddenly on her stool. My head snapped around to look at her, and saw an expression of shock and anger on her face. I opened my mouth, desperate to explain, but Sophie’s hand gripped my jaw tightly and jerked my head back around to face the board.

“Eyes forward, pay attention. I won’t tell you again.” Her voice remained calm and soft, and I looked at her with large eyes, looking for comfort. But her face was impassive. As she spoke now she went to the tool rack and selected a nasty–looking cane. It was little more than a three-foot length of narrow wood, with a few inches of leather bound tightly around it at one end for a grip. The whole thing was dyed black.

“So you insulted me, and you think you should be punished. But let’s talk about why. Why do you think this is bad?”

I looked her in the eye and shook my head. “It isn’t true,” I whispered.

Sophie smiled. “Good girl. Write on the board: Not True.”

I hastily wrote the words, in slightly larger letters than the phrase at the top.

“Why else?”

I thought for a few seconds.

“They’re bad words?” I ventured. Sophie smiled even wider and nodded.

“Good. Write: Not Polite.”

I obeyed and then looked at Sophie for instructions.

“Nothing else, Katy? I mean… was it justified? Even if it is a lie, had I done something to deserve your abuse?” I shook my head frantically. “But you said it, why?”

“Because you… you were teasing me. But you tease me a lot and I like it, and this was no different, so it’s my fault.”

Sophie beamed at me, pretending to be proud, but mocking me. All at once it was humiliating and pleasurable. “Well done Katy. Good girl. Write: Not Fair.”

I did so, considering how Sophie was saying ‘Good girl’ like I was dog. I knew I should feel insulted, but to my shame I felt my heart leap every time I heard it. I imagine dogs feel the same.

“I think you should read that out, and then we’ll move on.”

I cleared my throat again and read out loud.

“SMUG FUCKING BITCH

NOT TRUE.

NOT POLITE.

NOT FAIR.”

I looked for approval again, secretly hoping for another ‘Good girl’, but Sophie was already walking back to the tool rack, gently tapping the cane against her leg as she browsed the restraints. She soon selected a pair of ordinary handcuffs, took the key from them and put it in her pocket. She returned to me, swishing the cane from side to side.

“Exercises now. Take off your dress please.”

I was suddenly aware of my growing arousal as I pulled the dress over my head. The movement was instinctive and familiar, yet always gave me a tingle of pleasure, whatever the circumstances. I folded it and placed it carefully on the nearest stool. Sophie pointed across the room with her cane.

“Go Bostancı Masaj Salonu and put on your leash, Katy.”

I followed her direction and scampered around the room to where the dog leash was hanging from the ceiling track. I stood on tiptoe and fastened the collar around my neck, lifting my chin to ease the pressure on my throat.

“Come here.”

I tottered around the room, swaying and lurching as I towed the chain through its track behind me. When I neared Sophie I saw she was laughing silently at me. She gave me the gentlest possible tap with the cane and said, “Do another circuit. It’s priceless.”

As I went around the room again I risked a glance at Mrs Alderney, and thought I saw a trace of a smile on her lips too. This sent a flame of excitement through me and I walked with a little more pride. I stopped in front of Sophie, unable to keep a smile from my own lips. Sophie reached forward to take both of my hands. Slowly and gently she lifted my hands until they were level with my head. When she let go I clasped my hands behind my neck.

“Turn.”

I shuffled around on the spot and shuddered when the cold metal of the cuffs caressed my wrists and then closed with a sort of rattling click. The metal bound my wrists together, and fixed them behind the leash, so that they could not move far.

My breath squeaked nervously when I felt the tip of the cane halfway down my back.

“Turn.”

I turned, and this time the cane tickled my skin as I moved. When I was finally looking up into Sophie’s cool eyes, the cane was pointing into the middle of my ribcage. With a cold, unmoving expression on her face, Sophie began to stroke the cane from side to side across my chest. It didn’t hurt, but the cane caught my nipples and flicked them, making my breasts jiggle slightly, and making me gasp and twitch.

“Exercises,” said Sophie and a low, stern voice. “Name-calling. I am going to give you some names to call yourself. And while these will be true, and they will be fair, they will not be polite. This…” she tapped the cane against my face, “… will help me to keep your concentration. All understood?”

I nodded.

Sophie stood close, so that I could faintly smell her perfume.

“First name. We’ll pick on one of your perversions. A fetish. Tell me in loud, clear voice, why you’re jealous of my bedroom carpet.”

My mouth gaped and my voice deserted me. Not like this, please! I would admit anything to Sophie, and would tell Madame all of my most shameful secrets, but not like this, please…

I turned to look at Mrs Alderney, silently pleading, although I didn’t know what for. Once again Sophie jerked my face around. This time she slapped my cheek hard, making me cry out.

“Bad girl!” Sophie’s voice was sharp but not angry, and she delivered another slap to the same cheek. “Bad girl! Bad!” A third stinging blow, and I wanted to get away, but I was helpless and could only squirm and whine. I loved it when she slapped me, or kicked my face, but to receive it as punishment made me want to cry.

“I’m sorry Miss Sophie! I’m sorry!”

“You will pay attention and you will obey me. You’ll only make this session worse for yourself. I can hit you twice as hard and in much tenderer places without any inconvenience. Now answer the question. What makes you want to kiss the floor wherever I’ve been standing?”

I closed my eyes again and whimpered.

“Your feet, Miss Sophie. Oh god, your feet. I lov… worship them…”

Sophie grinned wickedly. She was clearly starting to enjoy the evening, but for once that didn’t give me any pleasure. I couldn’t stop myself imagining Mrs Alderney, sitting so close behind me, watching and listening and taking in all of my abasement. Sophie turned to the blackboard and wrote:

IT IS AGREED THAT KATY IS A:

“DIRTY FOOT-LICKER”

“When I strike you, you will tell me what you are and thank me. Understand?”

“Yes Miss S…”

The cane whipped around the back of my thighs, fast and shocking, and I shrieked, flinching and staggering on the spot, feeling the leash tighten against my throat. The cane twitched menacingly and I spoke quickly.

“I’madirtyfoot-licker! Thank you Miss Sophie!” I whined and grimaced and rubbed my legs together pointlessly. There was the familiar intense aching in a stripe across the back of my thighs. It was clear she was not going to hold back.

“Good. Second name…” Sophie regarded me calmly and thought for a moment. “Let’s consider that you have traded your body for purposes of sex. That makes you a whore. You gave me your body, sexually, in exchange for a kind of payment. That makes you a whore. That fact that your payment was in the form of pain makes you pathetic. You’re a… pathetic… whore.”

She wrote “PATHETIC WHORE” as she spoke. She turned and brought the cane around in a wide arc and struck savagely at my hip. As ever, this second blow was worse, the sound of it was icy and cruel as it tore towards my already aching flesh. I squealed as the cane added a second stripe to my legs.

“Aaow! Whore, Miss Sophie, I’m a pathetic whore. Thank you Miss Sophie.”

“Well, the third is easy, it’s the reason you were selling your body for pain. You were desperate for orgasms, and you were willing to do anything for them, yes?”

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Summer Of 93′

My memoirs. This Summer changed our lives forever.

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With Maggi home and wanting dinner Natalie and I kissed one last time and rolled out of bed.

“Really need the bathroom guys, is that ok?” Maggi asked us while running to the bathroom.

Natalie giggled a little and said, “Pete and I already used it”, as she ran over and kissed Maggi again.

Nat grabbed a towel and covered her pussy as a little cum started leaking out.

She grabbed me and said, “Want to go out to the spa again?”

“Sure,” I answered.

“Maggi, Pete and I are going to be out in the spa,” Natalie shouted as she ran out holding her pussy and giggling.

Once we were out there Nat ran off the deck, on to the lawn and said, “Turn around, I don’t want you to see this.”

“You’re not planning on pooping, we have three other bathrooms?” I asked in terror.

“No, don’t be gross, I have to pee and guess what’s going to C-U-M out of my pussy?” She replied.

“I’ve seen it before,” saying while smiling.

“Maybe from your wife, but not from me; Pete you haven’t even seen me while I’ve been on my period, I don’t want you to think I’m disgusting, I haven’t even farted in front of you yet.” Nat said as she squatted over the lawn.

“Yes you have the other night, Saturday… remember??”

“Oh My God, that was a giant queef, I told you when I did it, and it was your giant dick that pushed all that air in my pussy!” She explained.

“My Dick Is Giant?” I asked proudly.

“I’m done,” Nat declared as she ran over to me and grabbed my cock.

“Shut up, you know it is, let’s get in the spa.”

We started kissing as we held each other in the water. She was giddy and giggling as she kissed me.

“Do you feel as good as I do, I can’t believe how I feel, I’m in Love with you?”

I kissed her neck as my entire body tingled and said, “I love you Nat, you’re wonderful.”

We moved around in the water for a few minutes coming to meet, each time kissing one another deeply.

Right after a kiss Nat said, “We’ve got to get something together for dinner, Maggi shouldn’t do anything.”

“Pete we need to make Maggi feel great tonight so she can relax, she looked so stressed,” Natalie said while climbing out.

“Count me in,”

I jumped out of the pool. We headed to the outside shower to rinse off the chlorine.

Nat asked, “Does this even work, I’ve never seen you guys use it?”

“It works great, I watched the builders put it in myself, I even designed it, see how high the head is? It’s tall for me and Maggi,” (Maggi is 6 foot tall and I am 6′ 5″ tall) I said as I let the water run.

After rinsing we dried each other, quickly kissed and ran to put some clothes on.

As we came out dressed, Maggi came out in her robe, asked Nat to help her dry her hair and she wanted to know what was for dinner.

We had a great meal, all talking and laughing together; Maggi’s disposition changed dramatically once she had some good food in her and was able to relax.

After dinner I said, “Let me clean up and you two can spend some time together.”

Maggi and Nat went to the living room where we had a huge sectional sofa and carpeted floors.

Once I cleaned up, I stepped into the living room to find Natalie and Maggi lying in each other’s arms kissing and talking.

“Three times?” Maggi asked Natalie.

“Yes, and they were all intense, the first one I almost fell but Pete caught me.” Natalie answered.

Maggi was in her robe, she stood, opened it Bostancı Fetiş Escort revealing her incredible and athletic body to Natalie and me.

Maggi was 6′ tall and totally hot with a hard body, “A” cup tits with perfect eraser nipples. She’s Italian with tan silky smooth skin, short, dark brown hair, brown eyes, a fantastic silky smooth black bush that went down her outer labia, she called her pussy’s fur coat.

She dropped her robe and asked for a towel, putting it down she sat and crossed her legs, exposing her beautiful pussy.

She said, “You know I should really work out tonight but, SHIT, I’ve been at work for 14 hours.”

Maggi sat next to me and put her legs over mine as she maneuvered to kiss me. Kissing me deep as I returned and held her face answering her tongue with mine. Natalie was behind me kissing my neck.

Maggi pushed off of me with her feet, sliding herself down the sofa, her feet just touching me now.

Maggi asked me, “Pete, would you do anything for me and Natalie?”

“Absolutely.” I declared.

She pulled her knees up and parted her legs, sliding her hands down to her pussy.

Slowly parting her velvety smooth butterfly lips, “Anything?”

“Anything” I answered.

Maggi looked at me with want in her eyes and said, “We want you to go to the grocery store and get us what we need to make ice cream sundaes and banana splits.”

“Is that it?” I asked.

“Yes”, she replied.

“That stuff is horrible for our bodies, what about some yogurt and fruit?”

She looked at me and slammed her legs together.

I said, “I’ll be glad to, what are you pregnant?”

“Yes, we both are!” Maggi snapped back.

Natalie grabbed me from behind and kissed the side of my neck saying, “She’s joking but we really do want to indulge.”

“Let me get my shoes and wallet.”

Returning from the store holding a pretty large bag of pure debauchery in the form of junk food, Maggi and Natalie came bouncing into the kitchen as I put down the goods. Maggi and Nat were both in short silk robes, the fronts open as they ran towards me.

Maggi grabbed my face and kissed me passionately and said, “You never disappoint me.”

Natalie was next, she opened her robe and pressed her naked body against me, kissed my neck and said, “You’re my Knight In Shinning Armor, I’m so in love with you.”

The two ladies began making their concoctions.

“Do you want one Pete?” Maggi asked.

“Sure, not to much though.”

Sitting in our breakfast nook we began eating as Maggi and Nat started in on each other.

Nat took a peeled banana and slid it in and out of her mouth saying, “See Maggi you should practice.”

“I practiced on you didn’t I?” Maggi rebutted, Natalie smiled and blushed.

“But who had the screaming orgasm?” Natalie asked of Maggi.

“I did, thank you very much,” Maggi answered.

Nat and Maggi kissed each other, Nat looked at Maggi and said, “Even though you’d made me a little jealous.”

“Wait, Jealous??” I asked.

Maggi started smiling at me while she blushed saying, “Pete, when I came, I said your name.”

Maggi looked at Nat, “I’m sorry Nat I love you so much.”

Nat replied, “I know Maggi, I feel the same way about Pete, there are days when I just can’t get him out of my mind.”

I looked at both of them and smiled, this time it was me that blushed.

Maggi looked at me and then at Natalie saying, “Peter, Natalie and I are really head over heals in love with you, please don’t break our hearts.” Bostancı Gecelik Escort

I kissed them both and said, “I’ll never betray you.”

Maggi asked me, “So Husband, what’s this about Natalie and her THREE orgasms?”

I said, “I only had one.”

After a few more minutes of ice cream madness we all stopped eating, Maggi and Natalie got up and led me to the living room. Both of them put towels down over the sofa and lit candles.

Maggi undressed me saying, “I’ve waited all week for this, I love you so much, And DAMN DO YOU SMELL GREAT!”

Both women threw off their robes as I stepped out my shorts, Maggi hugged me in front and Natalie in back. Maggi slid down to her knees and put the head of my cock in her mouth, bobbing up and down on it. (Maggi had a small mouth and could not get much more than the head of my thick cock in it.) She gasped for air as she stood up and pulled me to the couch; Maggi started kissing me as Natalie slid down to my cock taking all 7″ into her mouth and throat, coating me with warm saliva.

Maggi laid back with her ass at the edge of the cushion and spread her legs wide, “Taste me Pete, taste all of me,” she moaned.

Natalie got in the same position as Maggi, her leg across Maggi’s, spreading her legs and opening her wet vagina with two fingers, “Pete, I want you.”

I went back and forth licking and tasting both of their pussies until Maggi held me and said, “Don’t stop, OH MY GOD, DON’T STOP!”

Natalie pulled her legs together leaned over and started kissing Maggi; both declaring their love for one another.

Maggi began pushing her hips up and down, I could feel her pussy contracting in my mouth. “OH, OH, OH, Pete!” Maggi moaned.

I rode her bucking hips, keeping her clit in my mouth until she had exhausted herself. Natalie was on the floor next to me and started kissing me, my face wet with Maggi’s cum.

Nat grabbed my hand and put it in her pussy; it was soaking wet. She moaned, “Pete I can’t stop wanting you.”

Natalie moved to her knees and laid her body across the sofa, presenting her beaver to me, plunging her two middle fingers into her soaking wet hole, she said, “Fuck me Pete, Fuck my pussy hard!”

I mounted her from behind as she rubbed her clit with her finger.

Maggi and Nat loved to talk dirty when we were all together. Maggi sat next to me holding my thigh as I drove my cock in and out of Natalie.

Maggi said while fingering herself, “Oh Pete, fill her pussy deep with your cock, you’re going to make her pussy cum again.”

Nat gasped, “Oh God I feel like your cock is up to my throat, God it’s so deep, keep going Pete, OH MY GAAAA…, COMING!!”

Nat’s Pussy clamped my cock as I pushed her whole body back and forth.

“Oh My GOD, Pete” Natalie exclaimed and her pussy slowly released it’s vice-like grip.

A “Schnoop” sound was very audible as I pulled my cock out her wet hole.

Natalie was breathing like she just ran a mile up hill and said, “I’m not going to be able to walk!”

Maggi was laying on the floor with her legs spread holding her pussy open with one hand, she licked the fingers of her other and rubbed the saliva on her open pussy as she motioned to me, she wanted me on top of her, inside her.

Pushing my cock in slowly until all of it was in her; she tilted her pelvis so we were totally against one another, she squeezed me tight and whispered in my ear, “Oh my husband, fill me up, I want to feel you fill me up.”

Maggi loved it when I came in her deeply and the more cum Bostancı Genç Escort the better.

Natalie was laying next to us naked and relaxed, smiling. The more Maggi and I intensified our union the more Nat smiled.

I lifted my upper body as Maggi raised her hips moving to meet every thrust, she froze as her eyes opened with a surprised look, “Oh, Oh, Oh My God, I’m Coming!”

Right at that moment I was balls deep and I felt her pussy expanding and contracting around me as I pumped my juice into the deepest part of her pussy. Pulse, Pulse, Pulse… I gave her every drop.

“Oh Maggi, Oh – ah, I love you…” I moaned.

Maggi was flat on her back, face and neck flushed and red, her chest heaved to replenish her air. I was holding my self up, sweat dripping off my face onto hers.

Natalie brought us a towel, sat down beside us and patted our faces dry. She kissed each of us, my dwindling cock was still in Maggi’s cum-filled pussy. We stayed together until my emptied cock was completely flaccid.

After my spent cock fell out of Maggi, I rolled over to rest my arms. Natalie patted the towel on my face and kissed me. She went down to my spent cock and put it in her mouth, sucking it in and taking all our cum. She licked all around making sure to get everything, savoring the taste of it. When she finished she moved over to maggi and kissed her stomach working her way down to her silky black bush and to her open pussy. Maggi’s pussy was swollen and red.

“Oh, I’m too sensitive Nat, hold me please”, Maggi asked.

Natalie moved up Maggi’s tight abs and to her tits, taking time to suck each nipple making them fully erect, moving to her lips, Maggi and Natalie kissed sharing their mouths with one another.

Each saying, “Oh you taste so good.”

They kissed for a few minutes as I went to the bathroom.

After all of us had a break to the bathrooms, we met back in the kitchen, I was naked, Nat and Maggi had towels wrapped around their waists. Both explaining, they were still leaking a little.

We sat together as Nat and Maggi resumed their assault on the ice cream. Feeding it to each other as they described our recent intimacy in detail. They were very descriptive to one another as they stared into each other’s eyes.

“Oh Maggi, you don’t understand, my pussy is tingling like electricity is running through me,” Natalie explained.

Maggi pointed at me with her spoon, ice cream flipped onto my chest, “OOPS, I’m sorry Pete, but you have us shaking from your Magic Body and COCK!”

Maggi continued, “You have us sitting here with our pussies tingling, you sitting there with the most awesome body, and NAKED!”

Nat leaned over and licked the ice cream off my chest, “What if Pete was covered in Ice Cream?” Nat asked right before she bit down on my nipple.

“OWW, shit Nat, I wasn’t ready for that, you guys are getting a sugar high,” I said as I checked to see if I was bleeding.

Maggi moved in next to me and began kissing my ear saying, “You know Pete we could put down towels or something.”

Natalie laughed, “We better hold off Maggi your house is too beautiful, but it is definitely on our To Do List.”

“You know I could get the plastic sheeting at the Hardware Store, I’ll figure out the logistics and we will put it on our To Do List,” I said while holding my chin with a look of contemplation.

Maggi and Nat continued kissing me as we joked and ate ice cream.

Maggi put her hand on my cock, “Pete you are so hard, AGAIN,” she said like I didn’t know it.

Maggi said, “Pete, I want to see you cum, I want to see it squirt out of you close up.”

Maggi kissed me as Nat held me to her and said, “Pete will you Jack Off for us so we can see you cum?”

“We’ll put on a show for you, you can tell us what to do,” Maggi said as she looked eagerly at Natalie.

End of Part II

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Chrysania Rose: Installment 01

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Installment 1 – Welcome to my Domain

There are those who would say that leading a double life is a stressful thing, a choice made in desperation, something done out of shame or fear. They say that in leading a double life, one cannot find fulfillment in either of their personas. I do not agree. For me, leading a double life allows me to experience the best of both worlds.

One of those worlds is the world I walk through in daylight. As Chrysania Rose, a woman who by all accounts is nothing out of the ordinary, save for my extraordinary size. Taller than most women, larger than most people in general, I stand just under 6 feet in my socks and tip the scales at a shade over 350 pounds. My neighbors know me as a homebody who works as an accountant and does tutoring for college students on the side. It’s a good enough cover. And the tutoring part can be taken as not far from the truth at times. I live in a modest little house, in a modest but quirky little neighborhood close to the main business district in an anonymously large American city.

The other world I inhabit is a world of shadows and whispers. As Mistress Rose, I maintain a small but well-equipped domination dungeon in the spare bedroom of my house. My clientele is discreet and discriminating. They know the difference between an escort who passes herself off as a Domme, and the real thing. Virtually all of my clients are professional men between the ages of thirty-five and sixty. I also have a few couples who enjoy the occasional venture into my dungeon, as well as one young man who squanders his trust fund on the kind of attention that mommy and nanny just couldn’t give him. And I even have one special little she-pet who lives to serve her mistress.

In these writings, I will share with my readers some of the highlights of my secret life. The fantasy, the sensuality, the strangeness, and the absurd. Maybe you have never known a super-size woman well enough to know what her private life is like? Maybe you have fantasized about being dominated and abused by a woman who is big and strong enough to put you in your place and show you who is in charge? Maybe you are a voyeur who enjoys peeking in on a secret live lived within the shadows? Regardless of the reason that brings you into my world, welcome to my domain.

First let me set the stage and give you a virtual tour of my humble abode and an introduction to the tools of my trade. As I have said, I live in a modest little house. There is a small “public” living area consisting Bostancı Olgun Escort of a kitchen, dining room, living room, bathroom, and small second bedroom/makeshift home office. And then there is my boudoir which is my special private sanctuary. There, I have all the special luxuries that a goddess requires. An oversized garden bath so that I can stretch my oversized body out for a long soak. And a big sturdy four poster Victorian bed; because while I may be dominant in the dungeon, I like to take it hard and rough in the bedroom. To complete my feminine lair, there is a dressing room with spacious closet and vanity table for primping and preparing for action.

Which is all off-limits to my dungeon clients, they aren’t allowed to interact with me on a private and personal level. I never have sex with my submissives. I am a Domme, not a whore. And I don’t believe in mixing business with pleasure. My dungeon clients are my paycheck. Not my friends, not my lovers. Most of them are here to get something they cannot get at home. If they want to get laid by a fat chick, they have ample opportunity to do so elsewhere. If they want her to throw in a little slap and tickle before the suck and fuck, then there are many plus sized semi-pros who engage in what they term “sensual domination fantasy sessions.” Let them tempt fate with the vice squad. I don’t need the money that bad. This is not to say that I don’t have kinky sex with any of my lovers, I most certainly do. But none of them pay me for the privilege.

And what exactly do my dungeon clients pay me for? Well, it’s a small dungeon, but a well equipped one. My style of décor is a bit of a Medieval-Victorian blend. Very Neo-Gothic with lots of wrought iron and heavy stonework and dark upholstery. The windows are all blacked out and draped with heavy deep red velvet curtains for both mood and privacy. The walls are plastered to look like masonry and hung with heavy iron sconces which look like torches. The floor is dark stained wood with a deeply colored Oriental rug. In one corner is my throne. It’s an oversized cherry wood affair with black brocade cushions. It sits on a low platform flanked by two gigantic wrought iron candle stands. There is a matching cherry armoire, in the heavy overstated Victorian design. It’s been fitted out with hooks and shelves to hold all of my miscellaneous implements of torture and mayhem. Paddles, riding crops, floggers, fur paddles, dog collars, chain whips, nipple clamps, rope, shackles, Bostancı Sarışın Escort blindfolds, gags, etc… The collection is expansive and ever-growing, as my clients like to bring me gifts of new toys in hopes that I will make use of them during our sessions.

There’s a large mirror on the front of the armoire facing the bondage chair, which is a wicked little piece of furniture. It has a padded seat and multiple points above, to the sides, and beneath, where shackles and other restraints can be secured. In the bondage chair, I can secure my submissive in nearly any position. Especially vulnerable ones with arms straight out to the sides and knees spread wide. They like watching the scenes play out in the mirror of the armoire. I usually let them, unless they are annoying me. And then they get blindfolded and denied a good show. I have a large padded table which has several places to secure restraints as well. The bottom of the table is enclosed with bars, and serves as a makeshift cage for very naughty clients who need a “time out”.

What is a session with me like? Well, if you are a new client, we exchange correspondence for a while, to help me determine if you are sincere and sane. If I feel okay, I meet prospective clients on neutral ground, such as at a coffee shop. If I don’t get any creepy vibes, we talk business. I explain my fee structure and boundaries. I also require prospective clients to send me detailed descriptions of their fantasies. If any special props or costumes are required, they are to provide them. It’s considered good manners to bring the Domme a tribute gift for allowing you into her dungeon. If a client decides that they just aren’t getting what they want from a session, then we part as friends. Like lovers and business partners, dominants and submissives are a complicated relationship and sometimes personalities just don’t click. Many of my clients wish to be seen in their hotel rooms. I cater to a lot of businessmen who are in and out of town throughout the year. I have a wonderful little porta-dungeon kit that fits perfectly in a sample case. Nobody in the hotels would ever guess what my true business is.

If I don’t have sex with my clients, where does the sensuality come from? My dear, if you have not figured out that the human body and mind can experience intense pleasure without exchanging bodily fluids, then you have a lot to learn. Just because I don’t have sex with my clients does not mean that I do not allow them to touch Bostancı Şişman Escort me or engage in sensual behavior with me. If they are very, very good, they may earn the right to worship my body by lavishing it with luxurious creams and oils. If they are very, very bad, they may be tied to the bondage chair and forced to watch while I flaunt my body inches from their face. And just because I don’t have sex with my clients does not mean that they cannot have sex with each other. I have orchestrated some incredibly sensual scenes between couples who come to my dungeon in order to be forced to do all kinds of naughty things to each other. I have had men climax from watching me dominate their partners and by having their partners perform body worship on me. The only times I have pushed the boundaries with my no sex with clients rule was when I had a hot fat chick in my dungeon. While I love a good hard pounding by a good hard dick, I also love the sensual curves of a plush female body. My little she-pet, who is not a paying client, has also been brought in to participate in scenes with generous clients.

Voyeurism and body worship overlap and sometimes blur the lines between scene and fantasy. One of my personal fantasies is showing off my body while maintaining total control over my submissive. Since it is my fantasy, I reserve it for my most special and generous clients. It’s the closest they get to interacting with the real me on an intimate level. I have one client who lavishes me with new dungeon wear and lingerie as long as I model it for him. Another man twice took me on a shopping spree for the privilege of watching me get myself off with a toy he and I picked out together in a local adult emporium. In those cases, I’m not dominating, I’m performing. And that is only a small part of my life as a professional dominant. It’s my one and only shameful guilty pleasure.

Most of the time, I find myself becoming aroused during my sessions with clients. More often than not, I will retire to my boudoir to masturbate after the clients leave. If by chance my she-pet is in the dungeon, I will order her to service me. And when I am especially turned on, I will call up a lover and have him come by for a post-session romp.

I feel as if I am horny all the time in this profession. I don’t know whether the job has made me such a big nasty slut, or whether the fact that I’m a big nasty slut attracted me to the job. All I know is that I am very well suited to it and would not change a thing.

So, now you know who I am and what I do. I hope you have as much fun reading about my experiences as Mistress Rose, as I do writing them. Each installment in my story will detail a specific dungeon or hotel encounter I have had over the years. Look for more to come as I share what goes on behind closed doors.

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I Didn’t Deserve This Ch. 02

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I have to admit this, but I miss Jim terribly. He still continues to send me at least 2 texts every day and I keep fighting to answer him back.

I got a text this morning and he was pouring his heart out to me like he never did before. He says he misses the friendship that we had, the loving that we shared and wants me to please meet him on Friday night so we can talk and he will allow me to make my decision that night and whatever it is, he would be okay with it.

Since our break up, I lost 30 pounds from not eating and pining over Jim. I go over it my mind all day and I am not sure I can go on without him in my life.

I agreed to meet him and had no problem getting out of the house that night because my husband was going out with some of the guys to a hockey game and then out after the game since none of them have work the next day. Sometimes the wives get together when the guys go out and I lucked out that they didn’t have one those “girls night out” planned for Friday. I would have had to go and break my date to meet with Jim. My husband brought a change of clothes with him to work so they could leave right from the office and hop the subway to the city.

I wasn’t fitting too well in any of my clothes because of my weight loss, so I decided to go out and get myself something new to wear and show off my new shape to Jim. I didn’t lose much in my tittie area and I know that is Jim’s favorite parts. I also bought a bra and matching panties. I guess Bostancı Grup Escort I had in my mind that maybe I would take him back or maybe just have oral with him and then let him fuck my brains out since I love when he is rough with me.

Jim admitted to me that he was nervous about our meeting and I admitted the same. I sat through my lunch break writing down his good points and what I loved about him and then the bad points and surprisingly, there was only one thing on his bad list – he cheated on me and I really don’t have the right to be angry as we are lovers and not husband and wife or boyfriend and girlfriend and I did cheat on him too but he didn’t admit his infidelity to me like I did with him and I think that’s what really pissed me off.

As I pulled into the parking lot of “our place”, I began to shake and my palms got all clammy and I wasn’t sure if I could do this and I was still wondering still if I wanted him back. I knew now that I did and I didn’t want to jump right in as I wanted him to tell me what’s been going on with him.

I saw his truck parked so I pulled up along side of him and I was all jelly as I saw his smile that melted my heart and he gave me my “wink” and I was in heaven. I got out of my car and he got out of his and he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the weight I lost. He put his hands out for me to take his and told me how great I looked and I told him how much I missed him.

Our Bostancı Manken Escort lips locked and we kissed like we always did and it felt like we just did this the day before. All my feelings for him were flooding my brain as he tentatively went to reach for my tit and I whispered to him “Please do. I’ve missed your touch and you so very much”. He did and I felt my panties already getting wet. As we pulled away slowly, I could also see the beginnings of that hard on that I knew that I gave him.

We decided to out to our hotel room and I told him that I wanted to talk about a few things before we did anything. He agreed and he started to talk to me right away. He told me that his wife has been very distant with him and he has a feeling that she has someone on the side now. He told me that he is no longer seeing Tiffany and he started to cry. She was using him to get all the gifts from him and was trying to get close to one of his friends and he found out and told her that she had to decide between his friend and him and she picked the friend. He is no longer friends with Jared and Tiffany no longer comes in to his place of business. He knows that Jared is still with her because a mutual friend told him that she is.

The next thing was that he asked me if I was seeing anyone on the side and if I hooked up with my friend after we split. Joan said no she didn’t hook up with her friend and admitted that she has been heart broken since their Bostancı Masöz Escort separation. They ended up by kissing and touching and before you know it, they were having oral and then then fucking like they never did before.

Joan took his load in her mouth and all over her body and they end up in the shower and still carrying on. They fell asleep briefly in each others arms when they were woken up by his cell phone. His youngest daughter ask him if he could pick her up in a few hours at her friend’s house and he text her back that he would.

Their new agreement and arrangement meant that if there are any issues going on between them that they would talk about it and if there were any others that wanted to be a part of their lives in a sexual way, they wouldn’t do it. Even thought it isn’t fair that they do that, they wanted it to all be honesty and openness from this day forward.

From that night on, Joan and Jim were back together and just met with each other and no one else. She has even been trying to tolerate her husband and Jim was trying to understand why his wife was cheating. It turned out that she gave up the other guy but has tried to find another.

I love Jim with all my heart and soul and I never want to part with Jim again. He is my love and my life and met up with each other once a week and twice when her husband had his special nights out with the guys.

I never thought I would go back with him because it bugged me that he was doing things with her and I wanted to be the one he was fooling around with.

I know I didn’t deserve to be lied to but we formed a new trust now and it’s been solid.

Jim is my rock and my saving grace. I love him with all my heart – now, together and always.

Jim forever….

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Chastity Morning Ch. 02

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Morning wood wakes me at 5:30 yet again. I could almost set my watch by it.

I momentarily have images of my cock imitating a green superhero undergoing massive body growth and ripping through clothing and anything that attempts to contain him with a roar of power. But alas, my cock possesses no super-human powers. The cock cage is my kryptonite and it keeps me helplessly contained instead of rampaging forth.

My cock is chained to the earth by my own testicles as my selfish cock tries to rip them out of their rightful place. They engage in a tug of war that inevitably ends in a stalemate, none of them, or me, the triumphant winner. It is a deliciously kinky feeling.

Turning over I find that if I lay on my stomach and prop up one leg just so I can accommodate my warring anatomy somewhat and I am more comfortable. Amazingly, Kim stirs and snuggles into me and we lie together entwined in early morning wedded bliss. Her scent and touch aggravate my condition for a while. Eventually I can feel the morning wood subside a little and can be comfortable again.

When my alarm goes off I roll back to turn it off but she says “Stay put” and climbs over me to get the alarm. In the process, she drags her magnificent, soft breasts across my face. First left to right, then right to left on her way back. Soft and silky in the first direction, sliding and pooling their way across my face. On the return the nipples are decidedly poking. The little nubs roll across my eyelid and almost make and audible twang as they catch on the bridge of my nose before flicking to my opposite cheek.

Okay, any hope I might have had of remaining calm is gone now. My cock attempts to leap skyward yet again, only to be reminded of the futility of it once more by the testicles. Kim cheerfully says “Good morning, sweetie” and kisses me before promptly turning around to straddle my face.

“Breakfast in bed?”

“You spoil me” I say and begin to delicately kiss and lick at her labia.

She has clearly been planning this at least since we started snuggling because she is already quite wet. The taste of her is heavenly, and I can feel the tightness of the chastity tube seem to increase more. My testicles semi-levitate off my legs like apples dangling from a tree branch.

She giggles, sighs and lays down on top of me while I kiss and lick her sex. At first, she just wiggles the chastity cage with her hand and I moan into her. Then she kisses my protruding testicle and it is like someone just injected lava into my veins.

I continue my ministrations to her wet, puffy labia and stiffening clitoris knowing the key to my comfort is to distract her enough that she stops focusing on me and pays attention istanbul escort to her own body’s response.

Despite my best efforts and getting some sighing and “Oh Yes” from her, I am not winning this battle. She kisses. She nibbles. She licks. She sucks. Finally, I can’t take it and suck in a deep breath and moan out loud.

She stops.

“Keep licking or so help me I will give away your keys and you won’t get out for a month. No more precious edgings in the mornings.”

I immediately start licking again.

“That’s it” she says approvingly. Then she adds “If I bring you breakfast in bed you’d better eat it.”

The mental image is appealing and suddenly my eyes are rolling back in my head and I’m trying to wiggle my hips to get away from her tongue so I don’t go over the edge.

I do NOT stop licking her.

She realizes how close I am and raises her head and says sternly “Don’t you cum. Do not cum.”

I wiggle, I twitch, I pant, I grind my hips back into the bed and somehow manage not to orgasm.

“Good boy” she says in a sultry voice, sitting back into my face more. “Good boy. You don’t cum. You … don’t … cum. I… do. I … doooo.

And with that she shudders and grinds out her orgasm on my face.

When she is done, she lays down on top of me to relax. A minute or two later she stirs again. Idly she jiggles my throbbing, encased package.

“You are so dripping” she says proudly.

“Oh lord, after that I’m surprised it isn’t more than just dripping. I’m barely back from the edge even now.”

She sits up. “Too bad. Fetch orange juice and start the shower. I’m going to grab clothes for the day.”

When I come back she is in the bathroom hanging up clothes. I hand her the juice and she drinks it greedily while I start the shower and the towel warmer.

She takes the key and unlocks the chastity cage. This is one of the high points of my day: the woman I love unlocks my cock. As usual, it is going to be awkward to get the chastity device off with my cock swelling to pack itself as tightly as possible. I suppose in some ways this is the undeniable evidence of how much I want and adore her.

“Take it off, do your business and get in the shower” she directs, grinning mischievously.

I manage to work myself free and “drain the radiator” while she steps into the shower. A minute later I follow her into the shower.

“Lean against the wall there and edge for me while I wash my hair” she tells me.

I stand there and stroke. She sensuously and slowly massages her scalp and soaps her hair. Her tits shimmy nicely when she scrubs a little more vigorously. The shampoo smells sexy. She closes her eyes and escort bayan tips her head back into the water to rinse and looks like she is transported to heaven. She rights her head, slowly wipes the water from her eyes, looks at me and smiles, almost beaming at me, as I stroke myself.

“That’s my good boy. Show me how beautiful you think I am.”

I moan. “You are so incredibly beautiful. I could edge all day just looking at you.”

She smiles even brighter at the compliment.

I am one of the luckiest men in the world. Most women wouldn’t share a daily shower with anyone. Few would engage in kinky chastity play with their husband. Rarer still are those who would be anything but disgusted by a man stroking his cock. Mine not only shares the shower, she holds my keys and finds my desperate wanking charming, amusing, perhaps even empowering.

She steps close to nibble on my jaw and behind my ear. Then she whispers “Did you like my tease this morning?”

“Oh Yes. Your breasts on my face really woke me up. And it was particularly hot and nasty when you said you would give away the keys.

“You liked that, huh?” she says with a little devilish smile.

“Yeah. Though I’m not sure I could take that for real.”

“Just think” she whispers while nibbling my cheek and jaw. “I could give them to my friend Janet, and make you go ask her for them at the end of the month.”

I groan at the thought of it. “That would be hot, but only if she wouldn’t freak out. I don’t know her well enough to be sure it would be okay. I wouldn’t want to lose her and Bob as friends.

“Maybe I should just ask her. She was a bit of a wild woman in college.”

“Oh” I moan, stroking closer to the edge.

“Hmm.” She muses playfully, “If I thought she were up for it I could give her the keys and not tell her what they are for. I could tell her when you asked for them she should not give them to you but she should offer to unlock whatever it is for you. You would have to tell her what the keys were for and convince her to unlock you. I can see her saying ‘show me what the key is to.’ And you would get so shy. Would she laugh?”

“Good lord, woman you have a deliciously perverted imagination. I love it. But you’re not actually serious, are you?

“And what if I was? Then I would have someone to talk to about what I’m going to do to you next. Maybe she could give me some ideas.”

A moment later she muses “Maybe she would barter with you: ‘What are you going to do for me if I unlock you?’ Would she make you mop the floors, do the dishes, vacuum the carpet? Naked maybe? Or would she just squeeze your balls and twist you package this way and that and then mockingly Bostancı escort ask which slot the key goes in and how much she should turn it to unlock you?”

“Ungh! Oh. Edge. Edge.” I exclaim as I stop just short of climax.

“That was a good one for you, wasn’t it?”

“You do know how to paint a picture with words.”

“Keep going.” she directs. “Slow and steady. I want you to stay close to the edge.”

I wrap my hand around my begging cock and slowly, carefully stroke.

“I have an idea” she says coquettishly wrapping her arms around my neck. “I could give each of the girls I hang out with a set of keys with the same instructions. Imagine if only one had the real keys. You would have to guess and go to each in turn and divulge your pervy little secret. Show them each how I have your cock and balls all locked up. At least until you found the one with the right key.”

OK, my knees get weak and I must stop to keep from going over the edge. I place my hands flat on the wall beside me and pant “Please don’t make me cum.”

“Do you think they would each keep it secret?” She reaches down and strokes my cock with delicate fingertips, holding me on the very precipice. “Or would the phones get hot the moment you were out the door from the first one?”

“Please don’t make me cum” I beg and she slows her stroking.

“All those women helping me plan wickedly kinky things for you to do. Maybe serving us lunch naked with your cock cage out for all to see?”

“Please, please don’t make me cum” I beg.

“Of course not, dear” she says, removing her had from my cock to caress my face.

My cock twitches for a good 30 seconds but miraculously nothing comes out.

“Such a good boy. You twitch for me but don’t cum.”

“Thank you. Thank you for not making me cum.”

“You’re welcome” she says earnestly. “I get such a rush from hearing you say that.”

A moment passes as we stare into each other’s eyes. I marvel at the fact that I am married to this woman.

“I’ve got to go now. Early meeting. You’ll lock up after me, now won’t you?” she quips, grinning coyly.

“Yes, or course” I reply, stifling a grin at her joke.

As she steps out I grab the shower control and turn it blissfully cold. It is all I can do to keep from grinning from ear to ear as she dries her hair and dresses. When she has finally left the room, I give in to the urge and chuckle out loud. Such a wonderful, sexy, creative, humorous, seductive well-adjusted, conscientious, responsible, loving woman. How I got this lucky I’ll never know.

I open the shower door, pick up the chastity device off the counter and bring it into the shower and wash it. Then I shave my scrotum and the base of my cock smooth and stuff everything back in the chastity device. The key is on the counter with the lock cylinder. I grab it and lock everything in place. I’ll put the key on her nightstand on my way to the closet to get clothes for the day.

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Chen, a beautiful, olive skinned, Israeli, Shemale was the owner manager of an underground club called ‘Weals and Squeals’, which encapsulated the nature of its customer’s interests.

The lesbian clientele were of all ranks and walks of society, the fees were high but then so were the scale of desires.

A lesbian mistress used to bring a nubile naked young woman in on a lead, the mistress would sit with a drink and a book whilst the slave stood ready to pass the glass or to stand red faced in full view of the patrons as her mistress slid fingers into her sweet wet pussy using the dew covered fingers to turn a page, absentmindedly putting the fingers to her lips to taste the nectar.

Others would greet them, kissing the mistress and fingering the girl’s pussy or ass as their desires took them.

A beautiful woman sometimes had her shy girlfriend dance and strip on a table simply to embarrass the poor thing, to take herself out of the moment, she was arousing herself by touching her gorgeous young body, massaging pert full breasts and finally fingering her glistening sex as her sweet juices started to flow.

A lot of the audience would stroke her ass and part her swollen pussy lips to lick and finger her hot sex. Eyes closed and moving rhythmically to an inner melody she swayed and ground her hips on the tongues of her abusers, a woman slid a bottle neck into her and masturbated her slowly as dribbles of her nectar ran down the glass.

People gathered round as the bottle wielder dipped her fingers in it and offered it to willing lips, all were wanting to taste more of her.

A young woman stood behind her and spitting on her finger pushed it into her tight asshole, as it withdrew others copied her action with two and three fingers at a time invading her dark, private place.

Pouting she asked for the bottle to be removed and she slipped her fingers into her soft pussy, massaging the wet flesh and squirming against the fingers in her ass, her massaging grew more intense and bending her knees she knelt then lay on her side on the table, the more to enjoy the intensity of the rising climax.

Her long time lover waved the others back and as the young thing was mewling and writhing she pushed her head onto the hot wet pussy, placed her lips and tongue to the sweet juice and probed and licked the young girl to a climax.

Others now were allowed to continue the titillation with their skillful tongues, teeth lightly pulling at her clitoris and tongues probing fully into her soft yielding sex, again she arched her back and came in a shuddering release.

Others licked her pussy dry, causing her body to twitch as a tongue touched raw nerves.

Just then all attention was focused to a dark Mistress leading a naked white nubile young woman adorned with chains through her nipples and chains through her navel.

Most of the attention however was for her shaven pussy which had been pierced on each lip by a vertical line of holes and laced up hard bringing the lips so tight together the holes were stretched by the cruel closure.

The girl was on tip toe and it was hard to see how she could walk on just her toes that way until viewed from the side, sharp spikes could be seen piercing her heels, her quivering thighs were taut and her calves took on a beautiful shape.

Walking tall she followed at a respectful distance from her mistress and had to bear the tweaking and fingering that all slaves endured when amongst their betters.

The mistress had a drink brought for herself and an empty glass for the slave, pushing aside her skirt the mistress peed into the slave’s glass and set it before her. The girl looked with downcast eyes at the warm drink her mistress had deigned to provide for her and thanked her quietly.

“Louder,” cried the mistress,

“Thank you mistress for the amber nectar you have so thoughtfully provided,” sipping at the warm pee.

Smiles lit up the faces around the room, the respectful slave made them feel proud to inflict the punishment that brought such rewards.

This girl had been willful months ago when first at the club and they thought it only their duty to tie her to a table and take turns to lash her cute ass with a thin cane until she was bright red. Chen, the Shemale owner, walked toward the table, her breasts and cock on display and looked down kindly on the slave and freed her, all the while smiling at the others cruelly, evil plans were afoot.

Suggesting the girl stand, she started kissing and stroking her heaving breasts to steady her while craftily nodding to her mistress, Chen then squeezed the slave’s tits roughly as the young victim squealed and twisted in reaction to the intense pain she now felt.

“Please, no,” she cried, “I will do anything if you will stop the pain.”

They all laughed, how often had they had heard that and how often had they pleasured themselves to such screams and tears.

Chen pushed the young thing down so she could see the hard rigid cock standing out in front of her, the command,

“Open Bostancı Türbanlı Escort your mouth and suck it,” the young slave was revolted, she loved eating pussy not this horrible thing.

Her mistress, seeing the hesitation, slapped her head hard and feeling dizzy the slave opened her mouth to feel the invading cock glide over her tongue and push further into her throat.

“Put plenty of saliva on it,” said Chen, “it’s in your own interests.”

The women loved this, a type of punishment than they themselves could not impart.

Chen pulled the girl to her feet, her young face lit up thinking the cock ordeal was over but the women knew better.

“Turn and lean over the table,” came Chen’s voice from behind her and the realisation struck home.

“Oh no,” she cried.

“Oh yes,” said her mistress and held her arms onto the table while Chen pushed her dripping cock into the slave’s asshole.

Kicking and bucking the girl put up quite a fight, but being held down on the table and fully skewered in the ass, she wasn’t in much of a position to resist.

Chen loved the distressed girl’s cries and the bucking only increased the feeling in her tool as it ploughed a virgin furrow.

Excited and forcefully fucking a lesbian who most obviously didn’t want such a degrading invasion was Chen’s idea of heaven and she pushed even harder and faster into the girl.

Chen pulled out, the girl thinking it was over, tried to stand but was held in place.

Chen looked down toward her cock and saw sweat from the slave’s ass on her thighs, ideal, she thought and liberally spread salt over her thighs.

Now, some knelt to secure the slave’s legs, others held her shoulders, to the rapidly worried slave’s concern.

Chen slipped back into the throbbing asshole, she smiled and nodded for them all to hold on tight, as soon as ass cheeks and thighs made full contact the girl screamed,

“FUCK.”

Humping and twisting in agony, her whole ass now a region of salt induced of pain.

This was Chen’s finest hour, holding tightly onto the bucking girl she didn’t have to thrust, it was all being done for her, through exquisite pain and a large helping of humiliation.

Those of the onlookers who weren’t holding the sobbing 20year old down had stripped off and were looking on, rubbing their clit or someone else’s, the sound of slurping wet pussy was everywhere, with several tonguing at each others pussy spurred on by the screams and the idea of inflicting pain.

Chen pulled out again, the girl thought even more pain will be hers to endure but she was quickly slid off the table and forced into a kneeling position just in time for her to watch the jetting cum land all over her face.

So dirty and disgusting she thought and was promptly sick over her tits and belly, how they all laughed and how quickly they were reaching an orgasm themselves over the poor slave’s plight.

Chen wiped her cock with a tissue and stuffed it into the slave’s mouth, holding it there while she struggled till she could finally spit it out.

Someone threw a champagne bucket of ice and water over her to wash her down, leaving her a limp, used, wreck on the floor.

Menbership

Chen often ran a small newspaper advert to trawl for new customers.

Club… Free admission . . . . Lesbians only.

Strict membership – Rules. .

Stricter conduct – Rules.

A selected few of her ‘regulars’ and 21 new women were present as Chen, dressed in an expensive long gown greeted them.

She surveyed the new women, prepared to turn away any that were too old or ugly to fit in with her clientele, luckily they all passed her scrutiny.

She had some mild games planned to check the reaction of the new ones and a scenario had been worked out with all her ‘regulars’. Bix, a full breasted, sexy, nubile 21 year old looked no more than 18 and dressed in a white ‘school’ blouse barely held closed across her full tits by a single button and very short skirt held the same way.

She sat with another ‘regular’ who was to play her mother, as the evening progressed with everyone drinking and chatting, the music started and the small ‘dance floor’ filled to a slow waltz.

Bix and her ‘mother’ joined in and soon a rock and roll tune got them dancing fast with Bix whirling around in her short skirt flashing to all, that she wore no panties.

As planned her ‘mother’ tripped her up sending her sprawling across the floor landing with her skirt looking like a belt.

“You did that on purpose,” she shouted, still laying there flaunting her sex.

“I hate you,” she said petulantly.

Getting to her feet she struck her ‘mother’ across the cheek, not a new experience for them as they both enjoyed some pain.

The ‘mother’ grabbed at Bix belatedly, as the girl swung away from her, pulling a corner of her blouse which made the single fastening give way and pulled the blouse from her.

Breasts bouncing, Bix stormed away Bostancı Otele Gelen Escort only to be grabbed by another ‘regular’ who got a limited hold on the hem of the short skirt, that button pinged off across the room and Bix stood naked in just ‘school’ shoes and white ankle socks.

“Cow,” she snarled, (as they had rehearsed it), Chen watched the new women’s reactions, they were all caught up in the drama and avidly gazing on the naked girl.

Another ‘regular’ shouted she should be punished and pulled Bix onto her lap, beating her lovely bottom with her hand. People moved to surround the tableau, as someone took a ‘decorative’ cane from the wall.

“Here use this,” she cried, looking for support from the new ones, they were all nodding, eyes shining at this ‘unexpected’ spectacle.

The cane rose and fell making livid red lines across her white bum,

“Should she have more,” asked the ‘regular’

“Yes,” said several of the new comers.

“Here it’s awkward for me,” you thrash her.

The die was cast, others, mostly new, took turns to cane the squealing girl, till the huge red burning area of her bum started to look chastised enough.

Breathing hard, customers returned to their seats, many of the new ones striking up acquaintances over the spectacle they had taken part in.

Chen walked onto the dance floor and announced a game to be held soon, volunteers were asked for as the game was explained and she chose many of the new women as well as the regulars.

Eight barstools were set up with a metal bucket on each, a nylon cord attached to the handle ran over a heavy steel cable some ten feet from the ground, with the loose end hanging.

Sterilised vibrators all the same type, with a ring at the base were loosely tied to the string.

The volunteers each stood by a vibrator and there was no shortage of helpers to slip the vibrator into their pussy and tighten the cord hard, making the bucket almost rise from the barstool.

The same helpers clipped tin cups to each of the players nipples with wickedly sharp spring clips.

“Now, you can change your notes into high and very low denomination coins at the bar,” said Chen.

“You must place 5 low coins in each bucket and 5 high coins in each cup of your (one) preferred girl.”

The clientele thought this was a novel entertainment and many newcomers had already made up their minds to join the club membership.

The barstools were taken from under the buckets and the quiescent vibrators took the strain.

The game progressed with a long line of women eagerly depositing their coins and favouring the tit cups of some.

After a while the weight of the buckets was such that the girls had to pull back with their pussy and those with filled tit cups were at 45 degrees to maintain their footing. Unfortunately those with empty tit cups were straining back even further their pussies held high by the taut cord and the heavy bucket.

The helpers now fiddled in the wet pussies (some longer than others) to switch on the vibrators, a wet humming filled the room.

More coins were added, sometimes hands that put the coins in the bucket, purposely pushed down as well, punishing the pussy on the other end as the volunteers now trembled with the vibrations coursing through them and sweet honey dripping down their thighs.

Some were violently shaking, up on their toes and the cord quivering like a bowstring as the bucket tried to pull each vibrator from its slippery sheath.

Now, every so often, a quivering woman would arch her back and shudder as an orgasm ripped through her but they continued not only in pursuit of the money but of more orgasms.

The sight of dripping wet pussies thrust forward and openly cumming was enough for them to discard their clothes, following the lead of the regulars.

Now as well as the continuously cumming volunteers, onlookers were treating their clits to a well earned treat, often with others knelt before them helping with their tongues.

Chen looked on, this was going better than expected, her Shemale cock was hard at the sight of the volunteers in pain. And some were now slumping onto the floor, many from leaning back too far and the vibrator sliding juicily from them.

Others had cum for the third or fourth time and shaking so violently as to eject the vibrator in a shower of pussy juice.

Most vibrators were swinging from the cords and only two girls were holding on to their pussy slicked vibrators, when at last, one slipped out with a release of juicy nectar and the other girl was declared the winner.

All that weren’t still slurping at the velvet cup gathered round eagerly licking dry the winner and then turning to the prostrate losers for more juicy pickings.

All of the customers had cum several times, generally with strangers and declared the evening the best they had ever had. Dressed but with mouths and faces smeared with the sticky residue of countless pussies, they kissed each other Bostancı Ucuz Escort good night and went home very happy.

Self mutilation

Now 6 months since her first encounter with the club clientele, the once wilful slave, with her laced up pussy was a picture of servitude and many gathered round to inspect the sight.

How was it done, they wanted to know.

“Well she knew the harsh rules I had laid down,” said her dark mistress,

“Any infringement meant punishment.”

“Eight times she failed me and each time I sprayed her pussy with anaesthetic, told her to finger herself until she was ready to cum. She would then nod and I would hand her a sterile, thick needle, she then drilled the hole in her labia herself.”

“Generally the pain was enough to make her cum, or I would help with my fingers.”

“I would then put a small tube in the hole to keep it open and superglue it to her labia, by the time the super glue lost its hold the new hole was permanent.”

They all believed the idea of the slave being made to torture herself was the most exquisite torture of all, nearly as good as when she failed her mistress and the knowledge she had to torture herself yet again.

“How does she pee?” asked someone.

“Well it’s normally tied a little looser but I thought the dramatic pulling looked crueller,” was the reply.

“Is she allowed untie it to wash,” another asked.

“No I forbid her to touch it, she presents herself to me, I untie it, scrub her and rebind a new lace,”

“You look after her so well, her tongue must give you lots of intense orgasms.”

A satisfied smile was the reply.

“Lets see her forced to torture herself again,” said one.

“Well her pussy is well and truly stitched up but I suppose she could start on her breasts.”

The slaves face fell, she had thought the night was a reward for her pain and loyalty but the mistress already had two evil needles in her hand.

Made to sit on the table so all could see, the mistress untied the slave’s cruel lacing.

There was applause all round for the cunning deception, many were present at her previous degradation at the club and looked forward to good sport.

The dark Mistress tweaked, then sprayed the poor slave’s nipples with pain killer.

Random people were chosen as to who would lick and finger her pussy and the fun began, it seemed at times that some were purposely delaying her climax to prolong the inevitable but she finally took over and fingered herself toward the first climax of the evening. Legs wide and pussy wet and glistening she brought herself to the brink.

Fearfully she nodded and her mistress gave her the large needle and with sticky fingers, she stuck it slowly and deliberately through her left nipple, she orgasmed as she did so, the needle bounced and swayed as she climaxed on the pain and humiliation.

Blood was running down her breast, they all cheered, the sting of the anaesthetic entering the wound must have been worse than the open lesion itself.

Breasts heaving, the slave nodded once more and the mistress inserted a glued tube and pushed it in place.

One onlooker said,

“Perhaps I should get mine to punish herself but I can’t find inventive and degrading ways to do it.”

“Well you do now,” said another.

The slave sat, head bowed, waiting to get over the first pain before she embarked on the other breast.

Chen watched the blood and pain avidly, her raised cock showed how much she enjoyed it.

Lesbians crowded round wanting to lick the girl’s dripping pussy and to get a closer look at her disfigured labia.

Fingering and licking the poor wretch, she was once again set on the road to an orgasm, her clitoris was stroked and sucked, every effort was made to make her cum.

Her mistress watched her closely for an orgasmic build up and once again the pathetic creature nodded, taking the needle and awkwardly pushed it determinedly through her right nipple.

She needed extra licking and fingering to cum this time but everyone was delighted – apart from her.

She slumped back exhausted, pussy dripping and blood running down both tits, she was utterly spent.

Chen, with naked breasts and erect cock on display walked up to her mistress and said,

“This will liven her up,” and gave her a dildo. Something in Chen’s eyes made the mistress take it, she inserted the dildo, the girl went rigid and screamed.

“TAKE IT OUT.”.

People had caught on and were saying,

“What’s that dear, do you demand things of your mistress, that means more punishment.”

The dildo was screwed round to let more of the Cayenne pepper burn the tender walls of her sex.

She writhed, swore and shouted that Chen was the devil herself as they all laughed at the prank and the abject pain it induced.

Other clubs

Chen, often socialised with other beautiful Shemales, especially a lovely, petite Japanese underground club owner named Kawaii.

The club called ‘Pain and able’ was several cities away and catered for all tastes, often a mistress would lead a naked slave in by the dick, pulling the abused one around the room.

The slaves were either female, Shemale or fully male, as some mistresses liked only to punish men, using the racks and pillories in the club.

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Matt’s eyes opened upon his final day at home. Tomorrow morning, at this time, a plane would bearing him away to Japan for three months.

He turned his head to look down at Janice, who was still asleep in his arms. A peaceful smile graced her countenance amid her slumber. Matt gently moved a blonde curl aside to look upon her beautiful face.

“God, you’re gorgeous!” he marveled, silently. “It’s going to hurt to say ‘goodbye’ to you, baby …” Matt sighed. “Finally… I finally get to experience the bliss that I’ve been seeking my whole life… only for it to be whisked away after a brief taste… maybe forever.”

Janice stirred in her sleep. She murmured a response to someone in her dream.

An alarm from Janice’s bedside table clock startled the two from slumber and reverie.

“Shuuuussssh!” Janice moaned, slapping her alarm clock into silence. “Oh baby, I don’t wanna!”

Matt wrapped his arms tightly around her. “Staaaay!” he whispered, like a ghostly conscience.

Janice giggled. “Mmm! Don’t tempt me!”

Janice looked up into Matt’s smiling face. The two kissed tenderly. “Hey, Morning Breath!” Janice giggled.

“Hey, Froze Toes!” Matt chuckled in response.

“Are they cold?!” Janice laughed, wriggling under the bedsheet to tickle Matt’s legs with her chilled feet. “Warm ’em up for me! Here, let me put ’em against your toasty balls!”

“Oh god! Don’t you dare!” Matt squirmed away, laughing.

The two emerged from bed. Matt had had these last two days off from work to pack his bags and finalize any last minute tasks before leaving the country, so he was able to casually prepared a pot of coffee and go about gathering supplies to whip up a quick breakfast for Janice before she left for her own job.

Janice showered and dressed in the meantime. Applying make up in the mirror, she couldn’t help smiling at her reflection. She could feel a wellspring of energy bubbling within her. “I haven’t felt this good in SO long!” she mused to herself. “Enjoy it, girl!” she breathed deeply. “…because tomorrow…”

Janice gripped her makeup brush tightly. She closed her eyes and shook her head.

“Don’t go there today…” she spoke out loud to herself. “Just… hold on a little longer.”

Janice emerged from her room, dressed and ready, to find a delicious plate of eggs, toast and bacon laid upon the table, waiting fo be enjoyed.

“Bon appetite!” said Matt, setting down two glasses of orange juice.

“Oh my god, baby!” Janice gasped. “You make me feel like a Queen!”

“Well…” Matt hesitated to continue. “I… I’m not gonna get to do this for-“

“Hey!” Janice interjected, interrupting Matt. “…sorry- I- I don’t want to think about that today.”

Matt sighed in relief. “Good. Neither do I!”

The two enjoyed their breakfast, albeit a bit hurriedly in Janice’s case.

After her plate was cleared, Matt cleaned the dishes while Janice brushed her teeth.

She kissed Matt, long and deeply before exiting the apartment. “See you this evening, lover!”

“Mmmm! Have a great day, beautiful!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

On her arrival to work, Janice sang to herself as she flitted about her cubicle, preparing her daily workload to accomplish.

Nothing interrupted Janice’s good mood that day. Her senses seemed sharper than normal, allowing her a keen focus level. Her Outbox was soon stuffed with completed reports. When Janice’s paycheck was delivered to her desk, she was delighted to find a generous year-end bonus included. As if that wasn’t enough, at lunch, they were serving her favorite entree.

Janice’s face bore an involuntary smile as she strode towards her seated friend, tray in hand.

“Well, lookit you!” Kendra cooed as Janice plopped down on her chair across from her. “I bet we could turn off the lights in here and you’d be glowing!”

“Pretty much!” Janice giggled.

“Mmm!” Kendra grinned. “So… I see you got through the hard part, huh?”

Janice leaned forward with a smile. “All night long!”

Kendra squealed with excitement. “You go, girl!” She stopped suddenly, concerned. “Ooo… anything new with ‘you know who’?”

“Yeah… I told him I wanted a break… and he basically told me to go to hell, so…”

“So, all’s fair to get yo freak on!” Kendra raised her glass to toast with Janice.

The two toasted, giggling. “Speaking of taking breaks…” said Janice. “you should take a break from your house work tonight and come over.”

“One last go, eh?” Kendra pondered. “I like that idea. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking about it.”

“Nice! That way, we could all go together to the airport… in the… morni-” Janice spoke, feeling her heart hollow once again as the words left her mouth. Her eyes lowered to the table, distracted.

Kendra picked up on her friend’s distress immediately. She reached over and took Janice’s hand. “I got you, boo.” Kendra said, looking at her sympathetically. Ataşehir Yabancı Escort

Janice blinked the moisture away from her eyes. “Thank you.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Matt spent the day anxiously going over mental checklists of items he might need for his trip. His brain was swirling in a mix of excitement to experience new horizons and sorrow at the thought of leaving Janice alone. Focusing on the immediate task of packing proved to be difficult. At long last, however, as the sun was casting evening hues across the sky, Matt’s suitcases stood neatly by the bedroom doorway, packed and ready.

Just then, Matt heard the front door open. “Guess who’s here?!?” Janice’s voice announce.

Peeking his head out of his doorway, Matt saw Kendra following Janice into the dining room.

“Heeey, Kendra!” Matt exclaimed. She grinned, gleefully. Her bosom bounced in intentional bombast as she jogged towards him. They met in the center of living room. Kendra’s breasts crashed into Matt’s chest as they embraced.

“Hey, Sexy Man!” Kendra cooed, giving Matt a tender kiss.

Janice leaned in for her own greeting kiss. “Hey, baby.” she breathed, pressing her lips to his. “Have a productive day?”

“Yep! I’m all ready for-” Matt stopped his sentence, watching Janice’s eyebrows twitch. “I’m… ready for a great evening with you two!”

Janice’s features seemed to soften as a smile spread across her lips. “Me too!!” she giggled, happily. “Let’s party!”

“C’mon, girl!” said Kendra, grabbing Janice’s arm, dragging her towards her bedroom. “We need to go get changed.”

“Hold on a second!” Janice said, giving Matt a glinting smile. “Baby? How would you like to pick out something for us to wear tonight?”

Matt fidgeted with his long sleeves, anxious. “S-sure!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The three stood, looking down into Janice’s open dresser drawer full of her comfy clothes.

Kendra was laughing at what Matt’s shaking finger was pointing towards. “I knew it! I knew you were gonna pick out something like that! You lil’ perv, you!” she cackled.

Matt blushed through his grin.

“J-Cup?!” exclaimed Kendra, holding up the chosen garment. “Why have you held on to these for so long?! Girl, you know you’re never fitting in them again!”

Janice smiled, turning pink. “It’s a side effect of being raised up without a lot of money… you don’t wanna throw away anything, you know?”

“Word.” Kendra sighed. “Well… you’re gonna help get this thing on me and YOU…” Kendra motioned to Matt. “Go on and git! We’ll see you in a minute.”

Matt quickly exited Janice’s room, closing the door behind him. Procuring glasses and bottles, Matt mixed three cocktails. As he poured the liquid from the shaker, he could hear both of the girls in Janice’s room laughing loudly.

“Drinks are up!” Matt called out.

“We’ll be out in a second!” he heard Kendra’s voice response behind the closed door.

Matt fidgeted aimlessly about the kitchen, anxiously awaiting the sound of the doorknob.

“Oh, Maaaatty~~!” came Janice’s sing song lilt as the two finally entered the room a few minutes later. The two ladies were in a giggling fit, each wearing a long robe.

“Wait ’til you see this!” Kendra laughed, untying the knot at her front. “I can’t believe we did it!”

“Wait!” Janice exclaimed through her laughter. “On ‘three’… Ready?”

Kendra nodded, smiling wide.

Matt gripped his seat back in anticipation. His eyes wide with boyish expectation.

“one… Two… THREE!!”

The women’s robes fell away and Matt beheld the miracles beneath. Two multicolored string bikinis, against all odds, were desperately clinging to the women’s bodies. The two swimsuit tops’ intended use looked as though they might have comfortably contained a C cup sized pair of breasts, at most. The struggle that the poor garments endured against the women’s surging breast masses was valiant, but seemed doomed by every movement they performed. Their bikini tops’ meager coverage ability rendered them more like patches rather than actual, wearable swimsuits. The bottoms they wore were minuscule elastic strips tied with dangling strings at the hips. Billowing swaths of soft breast skin pressed against the shoestring thin straps, creating huge, luscious bisecting bulges of soft skin from the sides and bottoms. The triangles of the bikinis themselves only barely covered the women’s areolas, whose thick, erect nipples presented themselves, eagerly within. The surging cleavage created by constricting strings burst forward in bulbous wonder.

The girls bounced and jiggled, laughing with each other over their obscene appearance. Their gigantic, rolling breast mass surged ridiculously in all directions with their playful pokes at each other.

“What do you think, Perv Griffin?” Kendra smiled at Matt’s stunned grin.

“Fuck yeah!” Matt breathed. To him, their appearance now seemed sexier than if they were completely nude.

“Mmm!” Ataşehir Yeni Escort Janice exclaimed, eyeing the bulge forming in Matt’s shorts. “Looks like Mr. Perfect approves too!” With a seductive smile, she brought her upper arms together, creating a twin ballooning of gorgeous, supple skin. Bringing her forearms beneath her bust, she then lifted her enormous tits up, crowding her chin in soft breast flesh. Janice’s beautiful nipples slid out of her meager top and presented themselves before Matt’s eager eyes. He stepped forward, licking his lips.

“Easy, tiger!” Kendra chuckled, reaching for her glass. “The night is young. Let’s drink!”

The three chose their cocktail and raised their glasses to salute the evening.

Matt’s boner was flexing involuntarily against his pant leg, breathlessly watching four gorgeous breasts and their constant struggle to remain contained.

“Here’s to that big ol’ dick!” Kendra exclaimed to Matt, laughing. “Godzilla better watch his ass with you over there!”

Matt and Janice laughed before clinking their glasses together and drinking. Kendra sidled close to Matt, rubbing her soft ass the protruding bulge in his shorts.

“I was going to order some food for us…” said Janice, stepping closer to Matt. Her eyes were fixed on Matt’s dick being teased by Kendra’s hand. “… but, all I wanna do is get you naked!”

“Well then!” Kendra chuckled “…shall we?” Janice and Kendra gave each other a silent nod and gently took Matt by the hands, leading him towards Janice’s bedroom with a smile.

The women walked Matt to the middle of the bedroom and quietly began undressing him.

“Lay down right here… on your back, baby.” Janice cooed in Matt’s ear once he clothes were laying in a pile on the floor.

Matt chuckled, slightly cautious, as he took a prone position on Janice’s bed. “Uhhh… are you two gon-“

“Quiet!” Kendra said in a surprisingly stern tone. “Raise your arms over your head.”

Matt blinked in slight shock, instinctively following her instructions with haste. Kendra climbed on top of Matt, straddling his chest.

It was only then that Matt noticed the silk strap of her robe still draped from her fingers.

He watched her lean forward and begin tying a loose knot around his wrist, securing it to Janice’s brass bedpost. Her colossal brown jugs dangled inches from Matt’s eager lips. The meager cradling that her micro bikini top provided only managed to emphasize the cascading bulges pouring forth.

“What’s your safe word?” Kendra asked, as she continued to tie Matt’s other wrist to the opposite bedpost.

“Uhh… I haven’t ever needed one!” Matt said, nervously.

“I know!…” exclaimed Janice, holding Matt’s ankle and wrapping her robe strap around the corner post. “How about ‘Sassafras’?”

Kendra scrunched her nose. “Naw. No good. Sound too much like ‘Slap my ass’… It’s gotta be something that isn’t gonna be accidentally said while you’re in the middle of sex’.”

“How about ‘Pickle Juice’?” Matt offered.

“Eww. Gross…” said Kendra, climbing down from the bed. “Perfect!”

Matt’s eyes were wide, darting back and forth to Janice and Kendra as they approached him quietly from either side of the bed.

“There!” Kendra giggled to Janice. “He ain’t goin’ nowhere now!”

Janice laughed in comic malevolence. “Oh boy! No, he sure isn’t!” She bent forward and flicked Matt’s nipple lightly with her tongue. “Don’t worry, baby.” she cooed to Matt. “Your job will find someone else… eventually. I promise, I’ll take excellent care of you!”

Matt gave her a comic nervous chuckle, half hoping she wasn’t joking.

Janice moved forward and brought her massive breasts to his head, dragging their weight up his chest to his neck and chin. She leaned closer, allowing her giant tits to balloon over his entire face.

“Mmmph!” Matt whimpered joyfully beneath the heavy softness.

Kendra was also bent forward, teasing Matt’s hopping cock with her full lips, placing light kisses on his frenulum.

Janice guided her leg over Matt’s torso, straddling his chest. Her extraordinarily huge tits projected out over his head. Her under boobs being gorgeously pressed out of the bottom of her brave bikini. Suddenly, Matt saw two dark skinned hands come forward and began massaging Janice’s sumptuous breasts. He watched, drooling, as Kendra’s delicate fingers dipped beneath the shoestring straps of Janice’s bikini top and slide down, outstretching under the cloth triangles. Janice moaned feeling her breasts being sensually fondled out of her tiny swim wear.

Matt could feel Janice inching forward on her knees towards his chin. He was ecstatically helpless as he watched her g-string bikini bottom covered pussy raised over his face. The tiny strip of elastic cloth barely covering Janice’s vagina drooped low when her fingers tugged the knot loose on her hip, allowing the bottom to peel away, revealing her sopping wet pussy in full, nude Ataşehir Masaj Salonu splendor before Matt’s eyes.

He raised his head, extending his tongue and dragged it up her pink opening. Janice gasped aloud, losing the ability to balance above Matt and collapsed upon his open mouth.

Their lips met. “Oh my god!!” Janice cried. She began quivering when she felt Matt’s tongue manipulating her clitoris.

Kendra stood to her feet behind Janice. She bent over and gently lifted Janice’s giant left tit with both hands. Perching her chin on Janice’s shoulder, Kendra could easily suck her pink nipple from behind Janice’s back.

Janice sought out Kendra’s lips to kiss while Matt continued to suck her clitoris below.

He twirled her sensitive nub with his tongue while gravity and suction pulled. She responded by screaming in joyous rapture to the incredible orgasm that boomed through her, barely able to keep herself upright.

“OH FUCK!” Janice breathed deeply. She was teetering from the force of her climax.

“Come here, honey.” Kendra said guiding Janice back towards Matt’s glistening cock. “I wanna watch his big fat dick slide into your pretty pussy!”

“Ooo! Yes! Give it to me!” Janice exclaimed, hovering her open twat over Matt’s engorged phallus. “I love this dick so fucking much!”

Kendra lifted Matt’s penis by the shaft and guided his mushroom head between Janice’s spread labia.

All three moaned simultaneously in pleasure as Matt’s thick penis pushed it’s way into the midst of Janice’s pink tightness. Kendra couldn’t take her eyes off of Matt’s veined shaft slowly disappearing into Janice’s vagina, inch by swollen inch.

Janice was stunned to a stillness, leaned backwards, supporting herself with her arms, when Matt started pumping his dick back and forth into her wet twat at quickening pace.

“Oh… my… fff-” she managed to squeak, feeling his long strokes fill her vagina.

Kendra was lost in a trance as her friends fucked right before her eyes. She found herself leaning forward and running her tongue up Matt’s shaft as he slammed it into Janice’s quivering snatch. It was unavoidable that her tongue made contact with Janice’s clitoris. Janice moaned loudly when Kendra began fully concentrating her tongue’s efforts directly onto Janice’s clit.

“Oh! Ooooh!” Janice screamed, feeling the exquisiteness of her g-spot being polished by Matt’s immense girth and her clitoris being stimulated by Kendra’s tongue for the very first time. “Oh god, Kendra! Oh fuck!! OH!! OOOH!!”

Matt felt Janice’s pussy constrict around his cock as she flailed amid her body’s euphoric inner explosions. Every time Janice thought her orgasm was subsiding a new wave would barrel into her senses. “Oh… sssshit! Yes, keep licking my pussy! Oh fuck! It’s so good!”

Kendra continued to swirl her tongue around Janice’s clit while Matt’s thick cock slid against her bottom lip.

The sensation was overwhelming for Matt as well. After several minutes, he uttered his telltale grunt and Kendra felt his balls tighten. She took the initiative and quickly pulled Matt’s rigid cock out of Janice’s pussy and let it issue forth warm cum in thick spurts all over Janice’s outer labia.

Janice lost the use of her limbs when she felt Kendra begin lapping Matt’s cum off of her wet vagina in eager abandon.

“K-Kendra! Oh… Oh jesus!!” Janice exclaimed, feeling her friend’s utter mastery of sensual manipulation.

Matt craned his head to watch Kendra make out with Janice’s pussy from his captive position. Her technique seemed to be working, for Janice was obviously beside herself in sexual ecstasy, flailing and moaning loudly. The sight was so intoxicating that before long he was having to look past his erect dick to see the steaming hot action between the two women.

A screaming orgasm once again rang out, echoing off of the bedroom walls. Once Kendra felt satisfied with her oral presentation, she raised herself up giving Matt a seductive smile. She reached forward, untying the loose knots at his wrist.

“Switch with me, Sexy Man. I want that big fat fucking cock splitting me open!”

Matt loosened the knots at his feet and moved aside, letting Kendra lay down on her back. He then knelt between her legs while Janice buried her face in Kendra’s enormous breasts. The tiny bikini had long since abandoned it’s post. Janice yanked Kendra’s elastic swim top off at the same time Matt was pulling her string tied bottoms free.

“Fuck yes!” hissed Kendra. “Goddam! I missed this big motherfucker!”

Matt pressed his thumb down on the top of his shaft to guide his swollen mushroom head to Kendra’s bright pinkness. She moaned in utter joy when Matt thrust his hips forward, pushing his rigid cock deep into her warm chasm.

When Matt’s steady tempo began, rolling waves of brown breasts meat rollicked back and forth against Janice’s attempt to suck Kendra’s nipples.

It didn’t take long until Kendra was screaming through an intense orgasm.

Kendra switched positions, getting on all fours upon the bed. Matt brought himself upright, kneading the sumptuous roundness of her shaking ass cheeks. Janice squirmed her way between Kendra’s upright supporting arms, placing her head beneath her friend’s dangling, brown juggernauts.

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My entire opinion of Amanda had taken a complete 180-degree turn. This woman was wild, and Amy and I needed to get to find out just how wild.

“That is quite the predicament, Keith; I don’t have an answer for you. I will have to think about it. Let’s talk about it Saturday night during dinner, okay?” I said.

“Talk about what?” Amanda said.

“Just some guy stuff, nothing too interesting,” I said.

We were back at our cars now, and we said our goodnights. Kisses and hugs got exchanged as we left for home.

I had a list of questions running through my mind, besides the issue Keith had asked my advice on.

“What the heck, babe? What were you thinking, inviting that hot couple to the dinner party Saturday night?” I asked.

“What they are smoking hot. Not sure which one got me wetter, him or her,” my wife responded with a matter of fact attitude.

“I agree, they are a great looking couple but did you forget who else we have invited for dinner? How do you plan on introducing them to the Clemen’s and Beaty’s? Amanda and Keith are sure to wonder about Lamar and Tanesha as well. Keith saw them talking to us in the groping room hallway,” I questioned as I drove.

“I will figure something out. Lamar and Tanesha were extraordinarily polite. When I told them the other couples at the dinner party are vanilla friends, Lamar laughed and said, you mean for now they are and don’t worry, we won’t say anything,” Amy said with a giggle.

“Tanesha said they were still on the vanilla side too, as they had never done anything outside of a little exhibitionism,” Amy went on.

“Well, it is going to be interesting, that’s for sure. If I know my sexy wife, she has a naughty plan brewing in her mind,” I said as I squeezed her thigh.

“Well, when you left me and went into the groping booth, I got to thinking about that story we read about that group of people having a groping party at their house. We have the perfect room to do that too.” Amy said.

“Do you think we can talk two couples that we only know through neighborhood block parties into getting naked and being groped and groping others? With not one but two couples they don’t know from Adam and in our house none the less. You sure you want to let that cat out of the bag?” I said.

“Tanesha is the one that gave me the idea. She said the groping room sounds like a fun idea, but only if she knew who was in it, which is how I feel about it as well. The groping room sounds fun, but not with a bunch of strangers,” Amy explained.

“Well, I am up for it, for sure. You know I am attracted to Joan. I don’t know the Beaty’s and honestly was surprised you even invited them. Julia is pretty enough, though, not really my type. Still, it will be interesting to see how you bring it up over dinner and see if either the Clemen’s or Beaty’s are up for it. I hope they are; I don’t think Amanda will have a problem with it, seeing as she let someone fuck her tonight,” I said,

Just about choking, Amy said, “Amanda did what?”

“Yep, Keith said she was disappointed he found her so soon after she got into the booth, but it was very erotic to get fucked from behind while sucking a stranger’s cock at the same time. But the thing is, Keith didn’t fuck anybody in the groping booth,” I said.

“Oh my, that little slut, I love it. I guess Amanda is finally coming out of her shell. You know, back in college, she dated some of the hottest guys and never screwed any of them, glad she has found her inner slut finally,” Amy said.

“Sounds like she is making up for the lost time. Keith said she loves giving head and blows him 4 or 5 times a week. Lucky bastard,” I said with a laugh.

“Hey, you get your cock sucked plenty, mister, not to mention the pussy you get that isn’t between your wife’s legs. By the way, I noticed when you came out of the groping booth, you left your erection in there. So spill it,” Amy said.

Laughing, I said, “Well, I didn’t know it at the time, but evidently, I had my cock in Amanda’s mouth again.”

“Now, how do you know it was her?” Amy questioned.

“Funny you should ask, while I was getting the blow job, I was sitting on a couch, and the woman was standing, bent over at the waist. She had her top unbuttoned, and I played with her tits in one hand and fingered her pussy with the other. As I fingered her sloppy pussy, and it was, she was soaking wet, and her pussy was swollen and fat. I thought some guy could walk up behind her and fuck her right now, and I doubt she would stop him. Sure enough, I felt a cock between her legs, pushing my hand out of the way. Amanda went wild when the guy pushed his cock inside; she started grunting, and it caused her to attempt to swallow my entire cock. I finally blew my load, and she sucked me dry and wouldn’t let go of my cock. She had gotten so wrapped up in getting fucked, I finally had to pull away from her,” I said,

“Oh, you poor boy,” Amy said sarcastically.

“But then because the woman no Bostancı escort bayan longer had a cock in her mouth, she began grunting loudly, when she climaxed everybody heard her and people cheered her on with some of them applauding. She told Keith it was such turn on that people applauded when he fucked her to a climax. Except it wasn’t Keith fucking her,” I said.

Amy was laughing now. She said, “WOW, Tanesha and I both heard her grunting and said to each other, sounds like someone is getting more than groped in there. How fun for Amanda.”

“That was when Tanesha said a groping room would be fun, with the right people,” Amy said.

Then Amy turned serious and asked, “That’s what you and Keith were talking about, wasn’t it? He is mad at her!”

“Oh no, Keith is fine with it all. Keith asked me if he should tell her it wasn’t him fucking her, then he went on to say it was the second man in less than a week that Amanda let a stranger dump their cum inside her,” I said.

“WOW, I don’t know what to say to that,” Amy said.

“Yeah, that was my response as well,” I said.

“By the way, I noticed when you came back from the restroom, you had the smell and taste of pussy on your lips,” I said.

Giggling, Amy said, “Oh my God. Her pussy tastes even better than it looks, and it looks amazing. Mine hasn’t looked like hers since I was a teenager. She showed me it last weekend, but tonight she confessed that she had had a vagina tuck a few months ago. I was shocked and said I wanted to see what it looked like up close. The next thing I knew, she was sitting on the counter with her legs spread, and I was licking her pussy and sucking on her clit. Another woman walked in while we were at it, and she didn’t hesitate to start fondling Amanda’s tits. The other woman fingered herself while she fondled Amanda’s tits and watched me eat Amanda’s pretty little new pussy. Amanda eventually climaxed, which caused the other woman to climax as well. Then the other women just turned and left, didn’t say a word. Maybe I should get a cunt tuck too.”

“No wonder her pussy was so tight. I did run into that other woman when I went to the bathroom. She was telling her friend all about seeing you two and was hoping you were still in there,” I said.

“It was fun, I must say. I have never done that before in a public place. Plus, Amanda has never even hinted that she is bisexual, but she sure didn’t object when I started eating her out,” Amy replied.

We got home around 0100. We showered, got in bed, and Amy’s mood had changed dramatically.

When I got in bed, she snuggled up to me and said she needed me to make love to her, which I did.

When we finished a slow passionate lovemaking session, Amy hugged me so tight that it was hard to breathe.

In her most passionate voice, Amy said, “Please don’t ever leave me; I would be lost without you.”

Kissing her, I said, “No chance of that, my love; you are my world. Not sure where this sudden insecurity is coming from, but I am not going anywhere.”

With tears in her eyes, Amy said, “I have loved you from the moment you came to my rescue on the playground. You’ve continued to rescue me ever since.”

Holding Amy tight in my arms, we fell asleep.

We woke up around noon Friday and frantically called work and said we wouldn’t be in today.

Amy and I straightened up the den and moved the couches and the two oversized chairs against the wall, just in case the dinner party turned into a groping room party. Fingers crossed, I thought.

Saturday night was finally upon us.

Casey and Joan Clemen’s were the first to arrive. We know them from the previous neighborhood where we used to live.

Joan has a lovely figure, slender with long legs, firm round ass, and firm C cup breast. Amy says they are enhanced, which is fine with me. Joan has the girl next door look going on, which is a turn on.

Casey, her husband, is a nice enough guy. We try to get out and go golfing several times a year. The golf course conversation is either about what’s happening in the old neighborhood or our local sports teams.

Right behind them were Julia and Chris Beaty. Chris worked with Amy, and they have remained friends over the years, even though they don’t work together anymore. I thought Chris was gay, so when he married Julia, it was a surprise.

Julia is a sweetheart of a woman. The best way to describe her figure is buxom, not overweight, but she is round and curvy in all the right places, with very large breasts. She reminds me of one of those sexy World War II pin-up girls.

Seeing the four of them in our living room, I began to wonder how Amy was going to suggest some groping room play and also get them to agree to it all.

Amanda and Keith showed up soon after, along with Amanda’s younger sister Shelly. I had not seen Shelly since Amanda and Keith’s wedding. Shelly was just a bubbly teenager; then, she was a long way from that now. I probably looked like a moron when she walked Escort Bostancı in; I was shocked at how attractive she had become. When I last saw her, she was only 19. Shelly had grown into a stunning young woman. A petite brunette with large breasts or at least larger than her sister Amanda’s.

Amy said, “John, put your tongue back in your mouth; you look like you’ve never seen a gorgeous lady before.”

Shelly walked up to me, and smiling, said, “Gosh, such a nice greeting from your handsome husband, Amy.”

As I snapped back to reality, Shelly leaned into me and kissed me on the cheek.

“How long has it been since I have seen you two?” Shelly asked.

Amy said, “I was trying to think, it couldn’t have been since Amanda’s wedding, please tell me it wasn’t that long ago.”

Amy walked the three of them into the living room and introduced Shelly to the Clemen’s and Beaty’s.

Amanda and Keith have met them at some past parties; they all greeted each other and exchanged pleasantries.

I was making everyone a drink when the doorbell rang. I thought the moment of truth was upon us, as that had to be Tanesha and Lamar. I was wondering how Amy was going to introduce them to the group.

Amy answered the door while I continued to get our guest cocktails.

“WOW, you look stunning,” Amy said from the entryway.

Amy walked Tanesha and Lamar into the living room and introduced them to everybody.

Keith made a beeline to me and asked, “weren’t they at the club last night talking with you two? You didn’t say you knew them.”

Stumbling over my words, I said, “Yeah, sorry. Amy knows Lamar through work and invited them at the last minute last night. We haven’t seen them in months.” The bullshit was flowing already, I thought.

We had drinks, and everybody got to know each other, and things loosened up. We explained to Tanesha and Lamar how we knew everybody and the history behind our friendships.

I noticed that Lamar hit it off with Julia right away. The two of them were talking and laughing off in the corner. Julia was taking every opportunity to touch Lamar every time he said something that made her laugh.

On her way to the kitchen, Amy walked by me and said, “It looks like two of the group have hit it off already, now for the rest.”

I wondered how my wife would get the topic of a groping room out on the table, but if I know anything, she has a plan.

We announced that dinner was ready, and everybody took their seats. Lamar escorted Julia to her seat, and then she insisted he sit next to her, asking Tanesha if that was okay with her. Julia is sandwiched between Lamar and her husband, Chris now.

Tanesha didn’t object and used it as an excuse to sit next to me, which was more than okay with me. Casey and Joan sat next to each other with Amanda and Keith to their left. Shelly found a seat next to Casey, and everybody settled in for dinner.

Dinner was lively, with everybody engaged in conversation about different topics. Casey and Amy discussed work- issues; while they don’t work together anymore, they remain in the same legal field.

In the middle of dinner, Joan said, “Oh my goodness, Amanda, is that a Power Exchange stamp on your wrist?”

Amanda turned several shades of red as she quickly moved her hand under the table.

While at the same time, Tanesha, Amy, Lamar, and I all moved our hands under the table. I did it out of reflex, not even sure if I still had the stamp on my wrist. The sudden movement by the six of us didn’t go unnoticed by Joan.

With a Chesire cat type grin on her face, Joan said, “did all of you go to the Power Exchange recently? Last night perhaps?”

Amanda said, “No, not last night.”

Julia asked, “what’s the Power Exchange?”

The table went quiet for a second.

My first thought was, how does Joan know what the Power Exchange stamp looks like?

Casey spoke up, “Julia, it is an adult club in the city.”

Julia smiling said, “Oh, like a strip club? I have never been to a strip club. Chris, how come you have never taken me to a strip club? I have always wanted to see what it is like inside one of those clubs. Even though I don’t approve of those girls doing that.”

“Julia, it is a little more than a strip club. They don’t have women there stripping,” Casey tried to explain without getting too involved.

“Well, what is it then? Come on, you, spill the beans. Who else at the table has been to this Power Exchange?” Julia asked.

Julie wasn’t showing any signs of letting the topic drop, which was fine with me.

I looked at Amy, and she gave me a quick little wink. Was this part of her plan or just dumb horny luck?

Amanda was still blushing but was regaining her composure.

She looked at Joan and smiling said, “and how do you know what the Power Exchange stamp looks like, especially from across the table?”

Joan matter of factly said, “Casey and I have been several times. It is a lot of fun when the Bostancı Rus Escort right group of people is there. We have gone every New Years’ Eve for what, babe? The last four years now. Plus, two years ago, we started going for Halloween, which is wild.”

I looked at Amy, and she had the same expression on her face that I was sure I had, one of total surprise. We have known Casey and Joan for a long time, and never once had they mentioned the Power Exchange. Then again, it isn’t a topic you bring up with a mixed group.

Joan kept going, “did you all make it to the second floor and go to the exhibition room? That’s my favorite. It is very erotic to watch other people on stage there.”

“On stage? What are they doing?” Julia asked.

Both Amanda and Joan looked at each other, realizing they had opened a topic neither looked like they wanted to explain further in a mixed group.

I saw Lamar lean into Julia and whisper in her ear. Julia put her hand to her mouth and blushed. Lamar had obviously explained what the Power Exchange is to Julia.

Julia then said, “so Amanda, when did you go? Did you both go?”

Amanda said, “of course we both went, we all went Thursday night; it is not a place I would go by myself.”

Shelly said, “Really? It sounds like it might be kind of fun for a girl’s night out.”

Joan said, “Oh, I like your sister Amanda. Now, who’s, we all? Amy, did you and John go with them? How about you, Tanesha?”

Time to come clean, and I was just about to say something when Amy cut me off.

“Well, we didn’t plan on it; the four of us had dinner last night at that new Asian Fusion restaurant. It turns out it is half a block from the new Power Exchange location.” Amy said matter of factly.

Amanda jumped in and said, “When we walked by it, I asked what it was, and John explained it was a sex club, and well, I just had to see for myself, just what exactly that meant.”

Joan said, “Amy, you and John had been to the Power Exchange before?”

“Not in its new location no, we had gone to the old location with my best friend several years ago, on New Year’s Eve like you. It was pretty wild. We had been one other time on the couple’s night, and that was fun, but on the open night, there were just too many single guys there running around in wolf packs swinging their dicks at every woman that wasn’t moving,” Amy said.

Laughing, I said, “we did see some pretty interesting male anatomy, I must say.”

Joan said, “Yes, we have too.” She turned to her husband Casey and said, “Remember that one guy we saw with the horse size cock? I didn’t think they got that big. He made your big tool look, small babe.”

Casey blushed at his wife’s comment.

Julia was all eyes and ears at this point.

“Well, what do you do there?” Julia asked.

Joan took the lead and said, “Julia, dear, you can do as much or as little as you like with as many or as few people as you like.”

Julia blushed and said, “Oh my, you mean like an orgy.”

“Sure, if that is what you are into, there is a room for that; there is a whole dungeon area with whips, chains, and restraints if that tickles your fancy,” Joan explained.

Tanesha jumped in and said, “Julia, there is a room there that is dark, and you can go in it and touch other people and get touched by other people without knowing who they are; you wouldn’t even know if they are male or female probably.”

Shelly said, “Oh, you had me at darkroom touching and getting touched, but lost me at not knowing who the other people would be.”

Amanda looked at her sister and said, “so what, you would be okay with going into a dark room with people you knew and touching each other sexually? Not knowing if it was a man or woman, but as long as you knew them, it was okay with you?”

Shelly said, “well, I would hope with a few touches in the right places I could tell if it was a woman or man.”

That brought a laugh from everybody.

Amy said, “well, we have a room we could all go into and turn out the lights and see what happens.”

Almost before Amy finished her sentence, Tanesha said, “I’m in.” and then she put her hand on my thigh very close to my growing cock and squeezed my leg.

Joan and Amanda both said at the same time; they were in as well.

Julia looked at Chris, who had remained quiet the entire time. Chris said, “It is up to you, sweetheart. Whatever you want to do, I am fine with.”

“So, when you say touch, you mean anywhere? Like anywhere on the other person?” Julia asked.

Amy said, “Yes, anywhere the other person lets you. If they brush your hand away, then you need to stop and move on.”

I was smiling to myself now; Amy had already thought out game rules.

Julia turned to Lamar and asked, “Are you going to go in?”

Lamar, smooth as silk, said, “Well, I have never done anything like that, but if you will, I will. It does sound rather erotic.”

Julie slammed her hand down on the table and said, “I am in, and so is Chris.”

Amanda looked at her little sister and said, “well, sis, you in or out?”

Shelly said, “Hey, I am the one that suggested it; of course, I am in.”

The room was buzzing now. Amy got up to start clearing the table, and that got everybody out of their chairs, helping.

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