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19. Concussion, coma, a new slave and twins?

A few days later Ben had taken them all shopping for a new car for James. He couldn’t keep driving that old wreck, it was about to die any day. The got to the lot and Ben went to look at the new trucks, thinking he might buy a new one. He could still use the old one he had customized for off-roading. As he was looking, Chloe had wandered ahead of him and suddenly gave a squeal of delight, standing by a brand new black truck with red trim.

“Ooo, Master, this truck is so sexy,” Chloe said huskily.

“Why do you say that?” Ben asked, mentally agreeing that this was the hottest looking truck on the lot.

“It reminds me of you Master, so big and strong and beautiful, except — well…”

“Well what, slave?”

“It doesn’t remind me of how you fuck, but the rest of it is perfect.”

“What reminds you of how I fuck?”

“A train, Master, you fuck like a train and my pussy hurts so good after we’re done.”

“Good thing you’re a pain slut, huh?”

“Yes Master.”

“Alright, I’ll buy it. It will be more comfortable to ride in than the old one, we can use that one for off-roading,” Ben said as James and Kira walked up to him. “Did you find something you like?”

“Well, yes, but it’s not a car and it’s expensive, I don’t know how much I’m allowed to spend,” James replied hesitantly.

“We want to buy that beautiful blue truck with the white stripes, Master Ben, please,” Kira blurted out and Ben and Chloe both laughed. “Oh, I’m sorry Master, is it too much money?” Kira asked looking confused.

“No, that’s why we were laughing. I have more than enough money to cover that truck. No problem, let’s go back to the office and see if we can get a test drive before we make a deal,” Ben suggested and they all walked back to speak to a salesman.

“Hi, see anything you like?” The salesman asked as they walked into the showroom.

“Yes, actually two trucks, we’d like to take them for a test drive,” Ben replied.

“Alright, which trucks?” The salesman queried.

“The black one with the red trim — ,” Ben started.

“And the blue one with the white stripes,” James added quickly interrupting Ben.

“Very well, I’ll need to see your driver’s licenses and if you could give me your bank accounts so I can check out your credit, the salesman responded.

“Sure, but I’ll pay for both of them,” Ben said as he handed them his bank account and both their driver’s licenses. The salesman sat down at the computer for a minute and tapped away, coming back a few minutes later with the keys for both vehicles and their driver’s licenses. “Thanks, we’ll be back soon,” Ben said and they all headed out to test drive the trucks. Ben unlocked the doors and helped Chloe in before going around and getting in as James and Kira rushed on down the lot to the blue one.

“Master, I’m so hot for you right now,” Chloe said.

“Why?”

“You are such an amazing person, good and kind, that was so nice of you with James and Kira and just the whole thing. Now I’ve got a sister in bondage and two Masters, though Master James has never fucked me, I wouldn’t mind. Oh Master, please fuck me, I want you inside me here in this beautiful truck.”

“How can I say no to that?” Ben chuckled and Chloe unbuckled her seatbelt and was straddling his erection in seconds, trying to grind her wet pussy on his pants. Ben stopped her long enough to unbuckle, pulling out his larger than ever cock and Chloe slid onto it quickly moaning in ecstasy as she bottomed out.

“Oh Master, you fill me up like no other,” Chloe said as she started to ride him, bouncing up and down and she came within a few thrusts, crying out in her lust.

“Do I need to gag you, slave?”

“Probably, Master.”

“Well, I don’t have anything to physically gag you, so gag yourself, slave, keep it down, you’re hurting my ears.”

“Yes Master,” Chloe said and started thrusting up and down, trying to keep her mouth clamped shut so she wouldn’t scream and cry out. She had always been very vocal when the sex was so good, but especially now, her Master’s huge cock touched her in all the right places and sent her to an orbit she never knew existed. As she rode him she couldn’t help but make some noise, but with her lips closed and mindful of her Master’s orders she kept herself from crying out the next time she came, though mini cries and moans escaped through her nose. Finally Ben came as Chloe reached her third orgasm.

“Well, now I guess we have to buy it, they’ll never get this smell out of here,” Ben joked as he pulled Chloe off of him. He zipped up and went to his old truck, returning with a roll of paper towels to clean up their mess. It wasn’t difficult because the seats were leather and their juices hadn’t been sitting on them for long. Chloe took a towel and wiped up her dripping pussy.

“Thank you Master, I’m sorry if I caused any problems,” Chloe said softly.

“No problem at all, I was going to buy it anyway,” Ben grinned and started the engine, tuzla escort checking the tach because it ran so quietly. He was used to his old truck with the loud mufflers and he could hear the engine. They drove out onto the highway and it performed beautifully, running smoothly and quietly, even at higher speeds. They returned to the lot to see that James and Kira had already returned and were fogging up the windows in the truck. Ben and Chloe grinned at each other before Ben got out and knocked on the window.

“Smells, like sex in here,” Ben grinned as James rolled down the window.

“Yeah, we really like it and Kira wanted to christen it, just like you and Chloe did in your truck,” James responded with a wide grin.

“Perfect, I’ll go pay for them and find out when we can pick them up,” Ben said as he and Chloe started toward the showroom.

“So, did you like them?” The salesman asked.

“Yes.”

“Can we write up the paperwork?”

“Not until we negotiate.”

“But Sir, you have more than enough money to cover five trucks, what’s the problem?”

“Yes I have plenty of money, but I’m rich, not stupid. I know there’s at least a fifteen percent markup on these vehicles and I don’t want to pay any more than eighty percent of the listed price, especially since I’m buying two trucks.”

“I — I can’t do that Sir.”

“Sure you can, go get your manager, or I can just walk away, you’re not the only car dealership around.”

“Ok, Ok, I’m going,” the salesman said as he rushed off to the manager’s office. He came back a minute later, motioning them to follow him into the manager’s office.

“So, how can I help you?” the manager asked politely.

“I’m buying two trucks and I only want to pay eighty percent of the listed price, but your salesman here says he can’t do that,” Ben replied.

“But Sir, my man informs me you have plenty of money, what’s the big deal?” the manager asked.

“As I said to him, I’m rich, not stupid and I know these are already marked up. Also, in another month you have next year’s models coming in, so you need to move these. On second thought, seventy five percent or I walk away and buy them somewhere else,” Ben demanded, still not sitting in the chairs, even though the manager had gestured for them to be seated when they came in. Chloe stood near the door, marveling at the business savvy of her Master. Everything about him thrilled her to the core, she was deeply in love with him.

“Alright, you’ve got me on that one, moving these two trucks will make room for the new ones and I’m going to need the space, write it up at seventy five percent,” the manager said, nodding towards the open mouthed salesman who turned to exit the office, gesturing them to follow.

“I can’t believe he gave you that deal, that’s the best I’ve ever seen him do,” the salesman said, pulling out the papers for both trucks and starting to fill out the necessary information.

“Make sure the blue one is in James’ name,” Ben said.

“Wow, is he your nephew or something?” the salesman asked.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but he’s my employee,” Ben replied.

“Wow, I’d love to be your employee,” the salesman remarked with chagrin.

“Do you have any special skills?” Ben asked.

“Not really, I’m good at selling cars, but that’s really about it,” the salesman answered.

“Well, James is really good computer expert, that’s why I’m paying him the big bucks and buying him a new vehicle,” Ben said just as James and Kira came in, standing behind Ben and Chloe.

“Alright, I just need your signatures,” the salesman said, showing them where they needed to sign. Ben had to sign the paperwork for James because he was the one paying for the truck.

“When can we expect delivery?” Ben asked.

“You can pick them up in a week,” the salesman replied.

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Two days later James and Kira had gone to the tattoo place to have Kira’s neck measured for her new collar. James had decided that if she was going to look like Chloe, Kira’s collar should match as well and Kira was ecstatic. They were also going to brand her left ass cheek with the identical brand as Chloe’s and then get a tattoo to match the rose Tom had forced onto Chloe’s right hip. Afterward they were headed to the genetics place to give Kira the same injections Chloe had received with a little enhancement to her already full breasts and changing her eye color to blue, which should make them nearly identical.

Chloe’s hair had already grown out enough that Ben had taken her to get it cut in a not quite to the shoulder cut, removing all of her original hair as the new red hair grew in thick and full. Ben and Chloe were at home alone together for the first time in a week. Chloe was hoping Ben would devise some devious way to dress her or bind her so that he could use her well lubricated pussy. Ben had not seemed one bit interested in that ümraniye escort and Chloe had not been dressed or bound at all today. Disappointedly she walked into the kitchen for lunch to find a sandwich and soda waiting for her. Ben had ordered lunch.

Chloe waited for Ben to chain her to the chair, but he did not and bit into his sandwich, seemingly lost in thought.

“Don’t care if your slave runs away?” Chloe asked.

“Huh, oh, sorry Chloe, I’m just thinking about things.”

“What’s wrong, Master?”

“I just spoke with my father and my mother has terminal pancreatic cancer, there’s nothing they can do for her.”

“And you’re feeling guilty about all those years you didn’t get along with her.”

“Yes, I know I shouldn’t, lord knows she brought it on herself, but — .”

“You just can’t put it out of your mind, right Master?” Chloe finished the sentence for him.

“Yes dammit, Chloe, stop finishing my sentences.”

“Sorry Master.”

“It’s alright, I’m just upset and I’m actually angrier at myself for letting it get to me as much as it is.”

“She’s your mother, Master, she carried you inside her for nine months, you have a connection to her, and you love her, even if you hate her too.”

“Damn Chloe, you seem to be able to cut through all of it and get right to the point. Yes, I love her, but I hate her, and I’m sad that she’s going to die, but I don’t know how to talk to her anymore. There’s obviously nothing I can do for her and I just don’t know what to say to her. I told Dad I was sorry, and hung up.”

“It’s alright Master, I’m here for you and even though you didn’t chain me down, I’m not going to run away. The bond in my heart is stronger than any chain you can bind me with.”

“Chloe, I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. You are the most amazing woman in the world. You’re smart, perceptive, and you have wisdom beyond your years. I still can’t believe I got so lucky and you willingly submitted to be my slave, thank you Chloe.”

“I love you too Master, perhaps you can drown your sorrows by fucking your slave to your heart’s content, or cock’s content, whichever works for you,” Chloe grinned and Ben smiled back at her.

“Thank you Chloe, you also know how to break through my depressing mood and make me smile again,” Ben said eating his sandwich quietly but with a less stern face. Chloe ate quietly, not wanting to upset him or ruin whatever he was thinking about. They both finished eating and Chloe got up from her chair to clean up the mess on the table. She threw away the garbage and grabbed the empty soda bottles, bending down to put them in the recycling. Ben snuck up behind her and slammed his now raging erection into her obviously damp pussy. Chloe cried out and went limp, Ben grabbed her, holding her up. He thrust a couple of times, then realized that Chloe was not responding to his thrusts and was unconscious.

Ben carried her to the leather couch and laid her down, looking at her head. At first he didn’t see anything through the thick hair, but then he felt the bump on her head and his hand came away sticky with a little blood on it. He had rammed into her so hard she banged her head on the counter or cabinet. She was still out cold and Ben tried to rouse her, gently tapping her cheek and calling her name.

“Huh — oh my head, what happened Master?” Chloe said as she came to, her eyes seemed unfocused.

“I’m sorry Chloe, I tried to take you by surprise again and I caused you to hit your head on the counter, you might have a concussion. Stay awake, babe, please, don’t go back to sleep, I need you to stay awake for me,” Ben pleaded but Chloe’s eyes were already closing and she lost consciousness. Ben cried out in frustration. James had taken his truck and he didn’t have the keys to James’ car, if it would even start. He decided to call 911 and they sent an ambulance. Ben rode up front with the driver and they sped off to the hospital. Chloe never regained consciousness and they admitted her into the hospital with a concussion and she had slipped into a coma. The doctor’s didn’t know if or when she might come out of it. Ben was beside himself with grief and actually cried for the first time in years.

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Chloe awoke slowly, opening her eyes to the blinding glare of the fluorescent lights. She shook her head, trying to clear her vision as her eyes tried to focus for the first time in a while. Everything was blurry at first but eventually she was able to focus enough to see Ben sitting asleep in the chair next to her bed. He looked awful, his face haggard and unshaven, his eyes looked sunken and he looked like he might have lost a few pounds. She looked around the room and realized she was in a hospital but didn’t remember coming here.

“Master, where are we?” Chloe asked and Ben stirred slightly but did not open his eyes. Chloe repeated her question speaking louder.

“Huh — oh kadıköy escort thank god you’re awake Chloe, we were so worried about you!” Ben exclaimed sitting upright and rubbing his eyes.

“Where are we, Master?”

“In the hospital, I’m so sorry Chloe. I tried to surprise you from behind when you bent over to put the recycling away and I caused you to hit your head on the counter, I found a little bit of blood there when I went back home the other day.”

“I don’t remember, Master,” Chloe said looking down at the IV in her arm, pulling the oxygen tubes from her nostrils so she could breathe better. “How long, Master?”

“Two and a half weeks. James and Kira came by a few times and Kira talked to you but you didn’t respond. They told her to keep it up, it might help bring you out of it. I talked to you at night, begging you to come back to me until I fell asleep here in the chair.”

“Could I get something to eat, Master, I’m starved?”

“Sure, I’ll ring for the nurse,” Ben said pressing the call button.

“I don’t remember Kira, but I remember you talking to me Master. You kept asking me to come back to you, but I couldn’t find my way out. I couldn’t find a way to tell you that I heard you and I was trying to get to you.”

“So it helped that I talked to you?”

“Yes and no, Master. It helped because I knew you were here with me somehow, but it hurt so much to know that I couldn’t obey you and come be your slave like I knew you wanted. I wanted to get back to you so badly, maybe it helped more than we will ever know, I’m not sure Master, but I’m so glad I’m back here with you.”

“How do you feel?”

“Hungry Master.”

“I mean besides that, do you feel weak or tired?”

“Maybe a little weak, but definitely not tired, I just spent the last two weeks sleeping, Master,” Chloe joked and Ben smiled for the first time in two weeks.

“That’s good,” Ben said getting up and hugging her as Chloe hugged him back weakly. “Wow, is that as hard as you can hug me?”

“I don’t know, Master, I still feel pretty weak.”

“Well, you haven’t used your muscles in two and a half weeks, so they’ve atrophied a bit. The doctors talked about putting you on electrostimulation so your muscles didn’t atrophy so far that you couldn’t even walk or anything. They said you were in excellent physical condition when you came in, so they weren’t worried about it just yet.”

“I’m thirsty Master, is there any water here?”

“Yes, there’s some in that pitcher there and I think you have a cup too,” Ben said, finding the cup and pouring some water into it. Chloe drank from the straw and made a face.

“Ugh, this is tap water and it’s warm and disgusting.”

“Sorry babe, where the hell is the nurse?”

“I don’t know, did you press my call button, Master.”

“Yes, I’m going to walk down to the nurse’s station and see if I can’t get someone down here,” Ben said walking out of the room. After a few minutes he returned with a pretty blond nurse with big breasts and green eyes. Chloe was now naked, having stripped off her hospital gown and was kneeling on the bed, though it looked like she was struggling to do so.

“Oh my god, why are you naked?” The nurse asked.

“I’m presenting myself to my Master.”

“What — why? You’ve been in a coma for over two weeks, you need to take it easy.”

“She’s my willing slave, didn’t you notice her collar?” Ben interjected.

“Yes, but I thought it was just some sort of game,” the nurse reponded.

“It’s no game, I am his slave for real and forever. I love him and want to make him as happy as he makes me,” Chloe piped up.

“Here, let’s get your gown back on,” the nurse said.

“Why? You have the same equipment, you’ve seen it all before,” Chloe said.

“True, but I’m sure the doctor doesn’t need to see you naked,” the nurse suggested.

“He sees lots of patients naked, it’s his job,” Chloe stated.

“Yes, I suppose he does, but probably not many as hot as you,” the nurse giggled.

“Could we get her something to eat, she said she was hungry?” Ben asked.

“It’s two forty in the morning, the kitchen is closed,” the nurse replied.

“Then I guess I’ll go down to the snack machine and get her something from there,” Ben said.

“I can get her milk or diet soda,” the nurse offered.

“I’ll have some milk, please, but no diet soda, that stuff tastes disgusting,” Chloe said and Ben and the nurse walked out the door, Ben returning with snacks from the machine and a Mountain Dew. Chloe struggled to open the bottle but finally accomplished it and drank heartily before looking over the snacks Ben had brought.

“Oh, that tastes so good, thank you Master. Um, I can’t eat the Snickers because I’m allergic to peanuts, but I’ll take the brownie and the Milky Way,” Chloe said, opening the brownie and taking a big bite. Just then the nurse came back in with a carton of milk and a piece of birthday cake.

“Why are you still naked?” The nurse asked.

“I am a slave, and I spend most of my time naked, it just feels right,” Chloe replied as she opened the carton of milk and drank.

“I guess you weren’t kidding when you said this wasn’t a game,” the nurse said. “Has she always been this submissive or is this side effects of the coma?” The nurse asked, looking at Ben.

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Tanya and I decided to take a long weekend in the country and stay at a farmhouse B & B that had been recommended by some friends. We packed a few clothes into a suitcase, hopped into the car and headed off on Friday afternoon.

After about a four hour leisurely drive following the directions of our friends we found the lovely B & B, nestled in rolling meadows which were surrounded by woodlands. I grabbed the suitcase and we rang the bell at the front door. We knew that the B & B was owned by a widow but we were unprepared for the stunning lady that welcomed us into her home. Her name was Inga, in her early forties but looked younger, and her accent had Swedish tones. Short cropped blond hair, a lovely smile and, from what I could judge, a great figure covered by loose fitting working clothes and an apron.

After introductions all round, Inga showed us to our luxurious room which had a lovely view over the farm. She told us that for a small extra fee she would cook us a three course meal each night, an offer to which we readily agreed. Tanya and I unpacked and rested while Inga prepared the dinner.

Delicious home made pumpkin soup, roast beef with homegrown veggies and profiteroles for dessert! After dinner Inga joined us for coffee and we chatted away for hours, she was delightful company as well as an excellent hostess. We learnt of how she met her doctor husband when he was in Stockholm for health seminars. It was love at first sight and after a trans-Atlantic love affair they were married and Inga moved to America. They lived on the farm and her husband commuted daily to his practice in a nearby town. Unfortunately her husband died in a car accident a couple of years ago so to make ends meet Inga turned the farmhouse into a successful B & B.

Tanya and I retired early and after a short spanking session we made love and then had a sound night’s sleep.

Next morning after breakfast we headed off to explore the countryside and visit a market recommended by Inga in the town. Tanya and I had a lovely day, at the market we found some things that were ‘just right’ for Christmas presents and the fall colors of the countryside were just lovely. We returned tired and happy to the B & B for another delicious dinner for which Inga joined us and we had more interesting chat with our delightful host.

After dinner I decided to pay Inga for our stay and handed her my credit card.

She returned shortly with a look of annoyance on her face. “Matt, this credit card is no good, it finished yesterday, today is the first day of the month, do you have the new card?”

“I’m sorry Inga,” I replied, reaching for my wallet, “My new card must be here somewhere.”

I searched my wallet but the new card wasn’t there, I must have left it at home.

When I told Inga that I didn’t have the new card she got angry.

“What about you Tanya?” she snapped, “Have you got any money on you?”

“Not enough to pay our account, I’m afraid,” Tanya said, “I’ve got a bit of cash but my card is out to it’s limit I’m afraid. We’ll have to send you a check when we get home, you can trust us you know.”

“How do I know I can trust you? It’s totally irresponsible of both of you not to be able to pay me, I feel like I should call the police.” Inga was quite angry.

“Take it easy Inga,” I tried to calm her down, “Ring our friends who recommended your place, they will vouch for us as being reliable and trustworthy. There’s no need to involve the police in this matter”

“All right I will ring them, wait here.” Inga snapped and went into her little office where she rang our friends.

After a few minutes Inga returned and said that there was no answer at out friends but she had calmed down a little and gave an unexpected ultimatum.

“I can’t contact your friends and I suppose I can trust you to send me a check when you get home tomorrow. But you have both been very irresponsible and need to be taught a lesson. I will not call the police if you both agree to accept a spanking from me, and I warn you now, it will be harder than the one you gave Tanya last night!”

“You heard us last night?” Tanya got in before me. “But I thought we were very quiet.”

“Yes I could hear you, your room is next to mine. But that’s not the issue at the moment. Will you both be spanked or do I have to call the police?”

“I guess we have no option,” I replied, as Tanya nodded in agreement. “Let’s get this done and over with.”

“Wait there while I change into something more suitable,” Inga ordered and disappeared into her bedroom via the office.

Tanya and I discussed our situation and agreed that we were doing the right thing. After all, we were both into spanking and neither of us wanted to explain how it all happened to the police.

“Tanya and Matt, come through now,” Inga called.

We moved through the office and opened the door to Inga’s sitting room, her bedroom could be seen through an open door. We both gasped as we gazed in awe at Inga. Gone pendik escort were the house work clothes. Inga was now wearing high heel, knee high leather boots with a short leather mini skirt that exposed most of her slim, muscular thighs. A leather waistcoat that showed a large amount of cleavage covered her ample breasts. Her short blond hair above her now made up face completed the vision. The best way I can describe her figure is to compare her with Raquel Welsh at a similar age.

Tanya and I were speechless with shock.

“I guess I omitted to tell you that I met my husband when he came to my dungeon in Stockholm,” Inga said with a smile on her face. ” In our private life he was my slave, since he died I haven’t had a chance to wear this gear so I’m glad you two came along. I’m looking forward to punishing both of you.”

“Don’t interrupt me,” she ordered as I started to speak, “Both of you agreed to be spanked and spanked you will be, I’ll toss a coin to see who goes first, heads it’s you Tanya, tails it’s you Matt.”

I looked at Tanya and she shrugged at me as if to say we had no option. I think Tanya was a little excited as she loves to be spanked and she had never been over the knees of another woman before.

We watched the coin spin through the air and Inga caught it, “Ha, it’s tails, you’re first Matt, shoes and sox off and come over here, Tanya you sit on that chair over there and wait your turn.

Inga sat in the center of a leather couch as Tanya and I followed her orders. I stood in front of Inga and prepared to go over her knees.

“Matt, stop!” Inga exclaimed, “Trousers and underpants off first, I only spank on the bare!”

I could see there was no good in arguing and did as I was told. Inga’s short mini hardly covered her crotch and my cock gave a jerk of excitement as it slid between her bare thighs when I took up my position. Inga was very strong and the force of the first spank took me by surprise. I nearly cried out but I was determined to remain quiet throughout the ordeal. There was no let up as I was given the hardest spanking of my life. I was soon wriggling around on Inga’s lap as her arm continued to rise and fall and her hand soon had my arse stinging like mad. Tanya told me later that she had never seen a bottom turn from white to red so quickly. The only sound in the room was the continual “whack” off Inga’s hand on my buttocks although I did hear an occasional gasp from Tanya.

Finally the hand spanking came to a stop and I attempted to rise. Inga’s firm hand held me in place, as she exclaimed, “Not yet Matt, you still have to take 12 whacks from my hairbrush and here they are!”

Whack, whack, whack, the hairbrush landed repeatedly and I could stay silent no longer.

“Owwwwch, that stings Inga, take it easy,” I cried, but there was no let up as Inga counted the blows from the hairbrush.

“Ten, eleven, twelve, there that’s all for you Matt, stand up now.’ Inga ordered.

I struggled to my feet noting that the punishment had had the usual effect on my penis that stood stiffly out in front of me. I was shocked as Inga’s hand took hold of my cock and gave it a couple of rubs.

“Very nice Matt but you will have to control yourself for a while, go and sit on that chair and Tanya, now it’s your turn, come over here,” there was no doubting that Inga had complete control of the situation.

“If you don’t mind I’ll stand for a while,” I said sarcastically.

Tanya rose from the chair with a worried but still excited look on her face. We exchanged wan smiles as a bare foot Tanya took up position in front of Inga.

I watched Inga’s hands reach out and unfasten the front of Tanya’s jeans that were soon on the floor as were her panties. It was very erotic to watch Inga’s hands wrap around Tanya’s bum and guide her over the knees. Inga took her time, her hands roaming over Tanya’s bottom and thighs, making her legs spread apart as fingers slid into the cleft between Tanya’s buttocks.

A moan came from Tanya as Inga cried, “You are so wet Tanya, you must have got turned on watching Matt being spanked, or are you excited about being spanked by me? Has another woman ever spanked you Tanya?”

Tanya just shook her head in reply as Inga continued the stroking. Finally Inga raised her hand and brought it down with a soft smack. In contrast to my spanking the soft smacking continued, Inga warming Tanya up slowly and carefully, ensuring that all of the buttocks and thighs were well covered.

When Inga was satisfied with the warm up and the soft pink color of the skin, once again her fingers probed gently between Tanya’s legs. Again another moan from Tanya followed quickly by an ‘ouch’ as Inga smacked hard down on her bum.

Inga was thoroughly enjoying herself as the hard smacks continued to land on Tanya’s arse. “Oohs, aaahs and ouches” came from Tanya as her skin slowly turned from pink to a soft red. Tanya was wriggling around on Inga’s thighs but there was no chance ataşehir escort of escape as the spanking continued. I watched helplessly as Inga picked up the hairbrush and rubbed it over Tanya’s poor arse.

Tanya knew what was about to happen and tensed herself.

“Relax Tanya,” Inga soothed, “This won’t be as hard as I gave Matt. But I do have to give you your share of the punishment, you know that pleasure will follow the pain…”

These few words hung in the air as Inga raised the hairbrush and brought it smartly down on Tanya’s lovely bum.

“Yipes, that stings,” Tanya cried, but even if she had wanted to there was no escaping Inga’s firm grasp. The hairbrush continued to rise and fall making the pink turn to red. ‘Whack, whack, whack’ “Ouch, Ohhhhhh, Ahhhhhhh!”

I knew from past experience that Tanya was near to tears as suddenly Inga dropped the hairbrush on the couch.

Tanya made to move up off Inga’s knees but two firm hands held her in place.

“Just stay where you are Tanya,” Inga said, “And I will cool you down a bit.” As she spoke Inga produce a tube of cold cream from between the cushions and squirted some on Tanya’s poor buttocks. Gently Inga rubbed the cream into the skin, soothing away the heat. Tanya squirmed with pleasure as Inga’s fingers moved once again towards the cleft between the cheeks, brushing over her anus. I watched in awe as Tanya’s legs moved wider apart as Inga’s probing fingers touched her sex.

“Tanya do you want me to stop?” Inga asked.

Tanya answered with another shake of her head, another moan of pleasure coming from her as two of Inga’s fingers slowly probed fully into her wet pussy. Inga’s arm moved in and out, slowly masturbating Tanya to orgasm. Tanya legs were kicking as Inga’s fingers gradually moved quicker and quicker, her years of Swedish experience giving her the knowledge of how to bring Tanya to a thrashing orgasm.

“I’m cummmmming!!” cried Tanya as her body arched, shook and finally collapsed across Inga’s knees. “Oh Inga, that was soooooo good, that spanking really turned me on.”

Inga let Tanya calm down before helping her to her feet, holding Tanya’s shoulders to stop her moving away. Inga was whispering in Tanya’s ear and apart from a few girlish giggles I couldn’t hear what they were saying. After a couple of minutes Tanya nodded in agreement and they both moved in front of me.

“Matt, Tanya wants to thank me for giving her so much pleasure and we don’t want you to interfere.” Inga was once again in charge. “So we are going to tie you to the chair, don’t even try to argue with us, just sit there and watch.”

I could see that their minds were made up and kept my mouth shut. Tanya’s nipples were still rock hard, she smiled at me and gave me a kiss as Inga strapped my arms to the chair.

“I want to do this my darling,” Tanya said to me as Inga led her back to the couch.

“Undress me Tanya,” Inga ordered as she sat on the couch. “Take my boots off first.”

Tanya knelt in front of Inga and unzipped and removed both of the leather boots.

“Kiss my feet Tanya,” Inga ordered and Tanya obeyed.

“Very good Tanya,” Inga said as she rose from the couch, “Now stand and take off my top.”

Tanya stood and with shaking hands undid the buttons down the front of Inga’s leather waistcoat. We both gasped as Inga’s large but firm breasts fell free, like Tanya her nipples were rock hard.

“Feel my breasts Tanya, suck my nipples, ahhh yes, that’s right, suck hard.” Inga’s threw her head back in pleasure as Tanya followed her orders; she obviously had very sensitive nipples.

“Now Tanya, remove my skirt.”

Tanya’s hands were still shaking as she found and loosened the clasp of the leather skirt. The skirt fell to the floor and Inga flicked it aside. Once again Tanya and I gasped in unison as we gazed at Inga’s glistening shaven cunt. All this undressing had made my cock hard again; I was very aroused as I watched the scene unfold.

“Turn around Tanya,” Inga ordered as she pushed Tanya’s shoulders. Tanya now had her back to Inga and we both wondered what was going to happen next. “Now put your hands behind your back, come on now, hurry up!”

Inga was still very much in command and Tanya obeyed the instructions. Inga bent down and took a length of rope from under a cushion. Quickly she tied Tanya’s hands behind her back; whispering what I took to be soothing words as she expertly secured Tanya’s wrists.

Inga turned Tanya around to face her, kissed her quickly on the lips and then pushed her down to her knees. Inga sank back down onto the couch and spread her legs wide apart. Reaching forward Inga positioned Tanya directly between her legs, then slowly pushed her face down, down onto her shaven pussy.

Tanya’s moan of “Ohhhhhhhh” was cut short as her mouth met Inga’s flesh.

Inga placed a hand firmly on Tanya’s head with the order, “Eat me Tanya. Eat me and make me come!”

It was so erotic watching bostancı escort Tanya on her knees, her hands tied behind her and Inga holding and guiding her head. My position did not enable me to see Tanya’s tongue at work but from the guttural noises of pleasure coming from Inga I knew that Tanya was doing a very good job.

“That’s it Tanya, ahhhhhhh, yes that’s just what I need, keep going, keep going, eat my cunt!” Inga’s head was rolling as the waves of pleasure started to course through her body. One hand was holding Tanya’s head while the other hand was squeezing and playing with her own lovely breasts.

Inga’s body was shaking as an orgasm swept through her, “I’m cummmming Tanya, I’m cummmmming, oh that’s so good!”

Finally Inga’s body relaxed and she slumped back onto the couch, continuing to hold Tanya in position. “Clean me up Tanya, lick up all my juices, that’s a good girl, you’re a very quick learner, that’s soooo good.”

Inga let go of Tanya’s head and pushed her back onto her knees. Tanya looked at my face and then my erection and grinned as she licked the moisture around her lips.

Inga stood and helped Tanya to her feet. “Come with me into my bedroom my pretty one, we’ll leave Matt alone for a few minutes.”

With her arms still secured behind her back Tanya was led into the bedroom. I heard a door open and then lots of girlish giggles, laughs, a few spanks, squeals and I thought also the sound of running water. What were they doing? My mind was running amok and my cock still pointed at the ceiling. Finally after about ten minutes Inga came back into the room, followed by Tanya.

“Matt,” Inga spoke first, “Tanya has a surprise for you, show him Tanya.”

Tanya stepped from behind Inga into the light, spread her legs wide to show me her shaven cunt! I had tried to talk her into shaving some time ago but she was unsure, and now Inga had convinced Tanya to do it.

“I think Matt should taste our cunts don’t you Tanya?” Inga smiled conspiratorially at Tanya, “Let’s do what we planned!”

My cock jumped as I noted Inga say ‘our’ cunts. Inga went to a drawer and took out four leather cuffs. Tanya helped her to attach them to my wrists and ankles. Tanya kissed me deeply as Inga moved behind me and tied a blindfold around my eyes! My arms were then released from the chair and I was helped to my feet. Both girls guided me across the sitting room and into Inga’s bedroom. The giggling pair then pushed and guided me into the center of the bed where I was spread-eagled and my wrists and ankles attached with rope to the bedposts!

The room fell quiet as the girls sat on the bed, one on each side where soft fingers played with my erection, thighs and my nipples. No pain just a lot of sensual teasing as the erotic evening progressed. Then I felt my cock being tickled by a tongue, or was that two tongues? The tongues continued to make patterns all over my cock and balls, I could feel sweat breaking out all over my body. Suddenly my cock was engulfed by a mouth which sucked hard for a short time then was replaced by another mouth! The girls continued to suck and swap, how I managed not to come amazed me as in between the sucks I could hear the girls kissing each other!

“I think he’s nearly there Tanya, you’d better jump on!” cried Inga.

There was sudden movement on the bed and I felt Tanya’s newly shaven cunt slip down over my hard cock.

“Ahhhhhh that’s what I need,” cried Tanya as she began to move up and down.

I could also sense Inga moving about near my head as Tanya continued to bring me to my long awaited orgasm. Suddenly my blindfold was whipped off and I opened my eyes to see Inga’s cunt poised above my face. Slowly she lowered herself until she was sitting on my face! What else could I do but stick out my tongue? I licked, sucked and probed as Inga’s juices literally poured onto my face. I was overwhelmed by the different sensations – Tanya fucking away on my cock as Inga squirmed and wriggled on my face, if this was sexual heaven I think I had found it! Both of the girls were squealing with delight as the three of us approached and then erupted into our individual orgasms. The bed shook as we all virtually came at the same time, Inga and Tanya both screaming in ecstasy, my orgasm practically silent as Inga’s cunt acted like a gag on my mouth.

After a short time Tanya and Inga rolled off my sweat and cum covered body. Inga pushed Tanya aside so that she could lick my cock clean so Tanya lay down beside me and kissed and licked me clean too.

“Wow, that was amazing, I’ve never experienced anything like that before,” I managed to say as our breathing calmed down.

“I think you have paid off your debt to me now,” Inga said with a smile as she lay down beside me on the opposite side to Tanya.

“That’s an unusual method of payment Inga,” Tanya said, “And not a strain on the bank balance either, we must come back here and stay again Matt.”

“Both of you are most welcome anytime, just ring first to make sure that nobody else is staying,” Inga said as she snuggled in and hugged Tanya and I. “That is the first session I’ve had since my husband died and it was great, I needed it so badly. Next time both of you can spank me too, I do like to switch sometimes!”

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Are there rolling hills and gentle curves where you walk?

Are there trees that shelter the roll of the creek as it babbles and glitters in the shine of the sun or fullness of the lunar mystique? Boughs that overhang pools of waist depth, kept cool from summer heat and free of deep frost. Do you have this where you are?

We do. At the end of a slope of lawn the creek roils over some large smooth stones and wends its way nearer the house than at other points. Here, it undercuts the bank and leaves a brief stretch of mud before settling into a pool that covers our knees. The bottom here is silt and ages ground rock powdered fine. It’s easy to step in and comfortable to the toes as it squishes up between.

Here she stood in the full sun. Heated air wavering above the delightful chill of water. Splash and splutter filling our ears and my lips have to tease right to the very flesh of her ear before she will hear the whispers I have for her. The water flows, bringing the wash of a breeze with it and her raven hair fluffs, swirling about our faces. Neither of us reach to wipe it away.

I, because the moment presents itself for the beauty the feel of flyaway strands of her mane bring to the perfect day. Slight tickles and delicate kisses that mingle with the flecks of the splattering cascade just to our left. There is no one else to revel in the view of her chest as it heaves with the exertion of quietude.

She, because docility has become her. Exhaustion and need have had their war within her breast and the battle unwon has left her gasping. And reeling. The cool water washes the marks across her backside and the contrast to the blistering heat that poured from her cells mere moments ago must be overwhelming to her. I watch her shivers and they delight me so. A deep and abiding memory made from every tiny tremor and puckering.

There is a sensuality deeper than anything I’ve ever known in the way she finally gives in. Knowing she will eventually surrender changes nothing for the dance of fire. The inner struggle will come. Slowly at first. Held at bay with the understanding that this is the dalliance we choose. Reality will come, however, and her body will perform as it will while her mind rebels. At the center of the maelstrom I will sift emotion.

The water laps gently at her thighs as I fill a sponge and brush it over her smooth skin. The chill stretches her flesh, giving me a thrill of desire. Her head is bowed in delicious abjection and the water rolls from her as I squeeze the sponge out. And again. Her breasts point and sway with the lolling, aureoles drawn and nipples jutting from both the cool moisture and her absolute excitement. Even her sex looks full and open within the light furze. Giving in has brought her to new heights of arousal and I can feel her buzzing with electricity.

The crisscross markings glisten with dew as they play over the tender sides of her globes and the dappling sunlight gives them sparkles like tiny rainbows. I grip the sponge in my fist and let the cascade bound from her billowry. Splashes tease my legs. She gives short snubs and they keep time with the throbbing of my aching member, but her head stays bowed. She has submitted. Fight against it as she will, when she cedes control, she obeys and my thoughts to her become so tender that I would release her from this if she but asked.

Washed in the river, plenished by the comforting waters, she allows herself to be led to the soft grass where she will receive me and lose the battle with exhaustion. She will go willingly and as the lamb. Translucent in her innocence. She will accept me not with the grace and desire of our everyday lovemaking, but with the servility and desperation of complete submission. I will ravage her. As the beast. The bull in heat. Lust incarnate.

We took our lunch on the veranda. A smattering of samples. Fruits and cheeses. Breads and nectar. She with her flowing hands and delicate laugh. A delicious buffet of sensuality. Enrapt, I took her by the hand and suggested a stroll to the stream. A frolic over the grass. Her eyes smoldered as she coyly asked my intentions and I was lost. Then and there given over to her. There is no conflict for me. There is only her and the all consuming need to feel her soul snuggled against my heart.

Her hand lightly within mine, her energy full and burning, she walked with ataşehir escort me to the bedroom where I chose an assortment of tools. Each selection eliciting a gasp or “mmm” and an equal note of anticipation from inside my being. Her wrists accepted the cuffs, her hands the plait of my fingers and we walked.

The tender slope of lawn, green soft grass delighted in the midday sun and our passing was like the zephyr. A sigh. Will we pass this way again? Who will know? Who will mark that time? The warmest zenith of the sun will pass before we make that return. Less a puff of breeze, then, and more a chuff breath.

Our feet found the loam heralding the copse of trees at the bank of the waters and it was there that her inner clash began. The sly, knowing, come and get it look was gone and the apprehensive girl appeared to my utmost pleasure. Suddenly uncertain, she stumbled as my fingers tugged her to twin aspen trees four feet apart. She must surely recognize the reason for the straps.

Just a stumble. The temptress flared back in her eyes and made it clear she would do anything for me. Her lashes batted and pupils rounded, flickering to the tenting in my pants. I pressed her there and she went willingly. Sank to her knees, brought her hands to my zipper and worked greedily to free my eager appendage, all the while making sure that I saw her beautiful cheekbones and delectable lips. Pooching out her features for me to view and approve. And I do. Showing her curves in sinuous relief.

I let her take me into her throat once, twice, even four and five times. Hungrily. I thrilled in it. She responded with vigor when I took up a fistful of her luscious hair and growled in frustration when I pulled her away. Her chained hands looked such a delectable sight that stopping her took all the strength I had. Ah, and she did all she could to make it harder.

Bound hands arouse her to passions, but being unable to move frightens her. Tied wrists fire my needs, but fear and uncertainty drive me to heights of depravity untouched. Just a stumble, but it took her composure. Seeing herself tied between the trees held her from taking the next step for just a second. Just a misstep of time, but her sangfroid thawed and the uncertainty fuels my desires.

Suddenly on her knees and striving for control, she tries to perform all the things she knows I find so irresistible. Holding her hands up to the base of my cock and dipping her eyelids in a gesture of submission. Such things are trivial to me, however, fully enjoyable that it is her, but petty nonetheless. I love her with a need beyond such frittering.

When my hand yanks her head back, she gasps and whines and her struggle begins. Were I to check her sex, it would be dripping in anticipation of things to come. At the same time, she is wondering if there is something wrong with her to want this and with another part of her wants merely to make love. To be taken, yes, but to be able to give on her terms as well. She is capable, skilled and motivated. Able and intelligent. She is submissive, beautiful and mine.

The tinkling of the brook weighted the air. Notes of merriment floated in the breeze. Wafted among us. The tug of her hair, the tautness of her neck muscles as she tries to pull back. Her trial begins.

Her body moves in a “please”. She wants and doesn’t want. Needs and wishes she didn’t. Hopes for and against. Her curves show her pleadings in a way her voice cannot. She is too proud and too able. Her body knows, though. Her pores beg for punishment and her breath for release. The shiver that wracks her in the difference makes me so hard I feel an ache shooting through me.

I let her head go and it grabs my hardness greedily. I move enough to connect the strap to the tree on the right. Another to the tree on the left. I separate her wrists then and chain them. Her voice pushes out to the musical air “please” and it lengthens my hardness. Makes it twitch and jump.

As she covered its entirety, her wrists take the straps and they tighten until her shoulders stretch to their end and her breasts are pushed out to my gaze. The sun dress she put on at our bedside this morning hides none of her curves and she demurs as I start to pull it up over her head. She has a hard time being completely immobilized and blindfolded. I have to help her and I pull my istanbul escort member from her mouth to bring the shift up onto her arms and stretch it across her back, her head free, but it presses at her to bow her head. She refuses, my delight.

Tufts of sunlight dance among the leaves above her head and gives golden glinters flitting over her cheek and forehead. Proud supplicant. “You know what I want.” And she does. I want everything. I want all she has and all she can give. Her head lifts just enough that her breasts jut. They sway, their weight too much for her slight frame. Haughty and delicious, my love. A wild garden of delights and I would tame her.

Her eyes trail my wavering pole as I move out of the range of her vision. Her foot kicks from my grip as I work to wrap the two ankles together. “Are you fighting me?” There is mock surprise in my voice. I knew she would. She truly doesn’t like being bound so thoroughly, though her juices will be flowing all the more as I work.

“Please.” It’s not yet a begging tone, though she tries to enjoin a whine into her word. An attempt to placate me. To show me what I want and nudge me to take it now. I am patient and she will plead with all her heart before I take her.

But, oh how it turns me on to hear her say that word of love! Her foot yet waves and it takes an effort to secure it to the other and anchor it to the ground. “Fighting it will only gain you punishment.” I tell her quietly and she answers with a sob that is also a contented sigh and it liquefies pleasure to seep out and glisten on the tip of my hardness.

Her ankles tied, I move around in front of her and my penis waves in her face. She moans and her legs shuffle, testing the bindings. A pinch on the nipple tells her what will come and she cries out in anguished bliss, twisting in her constraints. Each pinch making her tug at the bindings until her delicate shoulders strain, the muscles flaring and showing individually under a sheen of perspirant moisture.

“Are you going to keep fighting like a bad girl or behave like we both know you will in the end?” My voice is quiet, even to my own ears. Husky and wanting. I can barely speak for the arousal. For the feeling of needing her. My whole body is intense and coiled. I feel the same thrumming coming from hers.

In answer, she jerks in her traces and my belt snaps down onto her rear. She cries out and I pinch her nipple again. She screams. More an “ohh” of joy and surprise than a wail of pain. She wants and wishes she didn’t. The cuffs shake in defiance and I wrap a cloth around her eyes, gaining a fluid sigh from her in return.

She never gives in, that scintillate little vixen of mine. Her curves flashed at me. Twinkling more lively than the dappled light through the leaves or the brightness of her eyes as we walked here hand in hand. Her breasts with a sway and jiggle, her hips jutting first one way then the other, her neck tautened and graceful. More than poetry or art, more than sense and motion.

The leather of the belt slaps onto her buttock again and again. And again. Then encircles her thigh. The second belt, the one that drew such a curious glance from her in the bedroom, performs the same maneuvers. Smack. Smack. Cinch around the thigh. My thumb to her lips, then my thick hard pole. When the ropes pulled her thighs apart, putting pressure on her ankles, she gasped, moaned, and wriggled harder than I’ve ever seen her. The groan forced itself from me. Shoved out my throat with all self control.

The whip on the sides of her swaying jugs shocked her less than it did me. She drives me beyond my ability to remain collected. She does it with full intention and a satisfied smile tinged her lips as the whip rose and fell and her head turned away from it side to side. Offering me first one breast, then another until, panting heavily, I regained composure and pressed my length into her throat. I pumped then, bucked and flailed. Grabbed the back of her hair and yanked. Her moans and winces were vibrations sending me fast over the edge.

A splatter brought a squeal from her. I yelled out as the next jolt sent a stream burning out the end of my being. Successive jolts opened me up and turned me inside out. “Oh, you little witch.” I cooed in her ear when I had nothing more to shoot and the dry pumping had finally abated. “You did kadıköy escort that on purpose. Bad girls get punished, you know that.” My hands smoothed her hair and stroked her face, my lips touched her nape and she moaned long and low and gut wrenching. She followed this with a sinuous shift of her body that jerked me back upright and awake.

I’d turned a strap on dildo inside out and reworked it so that it would attach around her, holding the tool inside her. She’s so tight that anything inserted in her while I toy with her is forced out. A wonderful feeling when I fill her. Utterly delicious and when she cums, it gets even tighter. I put it in and on her as she wriggled and moaned.

Each squirm earned her a slap on the bottom and each moan rewarded by a kiss. When it was in and secured, I connected an egg vibrator to the clitoral stimulator. She was jerking and mewling when the material went in her mouth and the cries muted. “Why do you struggle so?” I asked quietly. “A good girl does what she is told without fighting. Bad girls get punished.” Her butt cheeks clenched and the lash whistled through the air to land with a very satisfying snap.

Again and again the whip rises and falls as she strains and pulls. I stop. Reach out and pinch her nipple. Her back arches in a delicious move that makes my hardness jump and an ache shake me. Another pinch and I can feel her cumming.

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare cum. That’s mine and you will give it to me when I say or your punishment will go on for days.” She shivered and thrashed, crying out through the gag. I turned off the vibrator and waited. Slowly, she calmed and when I thought it was safe, the lash came down on her bottom once more and the electricity ripped loose.

Over and over she went to the edge. Her haughtiness gone and fatigue showing in her shoulders hanging. My hand in her hair and the gag pulled down so I could shove my hard pole in her mouth. A pinch of nipple got just an arc and when i pulled out she said the word for me. In just the right way. She took my heart.

“Please.” A true plea. Dripping with need and desperation.

“You’ll be my good little girl?”

“Yes. Please.”

I turned the vibrator up and felt her tense for orgasm. She wanted to squirm and her upper lip was trembling fighting the urge. When a drop of perspiration rolled from her matted hair, I stopped it and took her hands out of the cuffs. The dildo came out with a sucking sound and she was wracked with shudders. I thought she would surely cum then, but she held on my little piece of perfection.

Bathing her in the river, cooling water to her hot flesh, I revel in her beauty and strength. She is everything that is woman to me and I tell her this in whispered puffs of breath. When I can bear it no longer, I take her in my arms, settle her on the grass and enter her to our mutual cries. She squeezes me so tightly that thrills shoot through me and I can hardly stop from my own climax long enough to enjoy the feeling. Long, slow strokes I hold to until I can feel it building within both of us, then faster and harder. Somewhere along the way, I allow her hands to trace my back and mine roam over her. Our lips meet and remain touching.

We are released from torment together in a torrent of emotion. Cries, screams, ohs, and, as she tells me later, fireworks. She closes her eyes and on the lids there are rockets of color and pinwheels of electricity. And for me, there is stream after stream of molten eruption that make my body spasm to the rhythm of her.

It is afternoon before I can gather enough consciousness to lead her by the hand to our bath where she is showered. Lathered and rinsed and laid on the bed. She has oil massaged into her delicious skin and is loved sweetly and gently.

The next days will find her tamed. She will docilely call me “sir” or “dear” or even “master”. She will allow me to cook for her and feed her. She will cook for me and do all I ask. Our lovemaking will be tender, marked with “please” and “thank you”. I will take these days of lull to think of her next adventure. Because I will come home three or four days from now and she will give me mischievous grins and sly come ons. She will say “master” more often and with a sardonic twist of her luscious lips. It will be nearly sarcastic. Teasing. There will be incidents of insubordination that try my patience. They will increase in number until I am forced to do something about it.

It takes all of my intelligence, my creativity, my wit, my force de vivre, my patience, to handle my wicked little girl and tame her to the leash and collar. But I love every minute of it.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! As always, if you want to skip straight to the saucy stuff, look out for the three asterisks (***) throughout the story. All characters are 18+.

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Violet tapped her foot on the marble floor of the elevator in the sleek office building impatiently. She was late for an important lunch date (as usual, if she was being honest with herself) and the elevator was moving frustratingly slow. She took the time to smooth the white sundress she was wearing and to adjust some of her white-blonde hair behind her ear. She wanted to look polished, adult, when she stepped into Mr. Fontaine’s office. He might be an old family friend, but he was also their lawyer and her parents had always told her to treat him with respect.

The elevator finally opened at the floor of Mr. Fontaine’s law practice and Violet saw Mr. Fontaine waiting in the lobby in a crisp suit, his hands clasped behind his back. When he saw that it was Vi getting out of the lift, the older man smiled broadly, taking Vi’s hands and kissing her knuckles softly.

“Miss Kenvier, you look as lovely as always,” the older man smiled at her like a proud father, his silver hair neatly coiffed.

“I missed you so much while I was in France, Puppy!” Violet gasped breathlessly, wrapping her arms around the man who had been an incredibly important figure in her life since she was a little girl. Mr. Fontaine caught her easily and smiled fondly at her, stroking her hair as he set her down to the floor. Vi had been calling him Puppy since she was a girl and his regular staff were used to the term of endearment.

“So enthusiastic, Violet,” he teased her, catching her chin with the crook of his finger. “You can’t have missed this old man that much, surely.”

Mr. Fontaine, known as Pierce to his friends and Puppy to others even closer than that, enjoyed playing this little game with Violet whenever she returned from jetsetting. They always arranged to have lunch the day she returned so that she could fill him in with the details of her travels.

Vi’s parents had died in an airplane crash in the Swiss Alps when Vi was seventeen and as the executor of the estate and a close family friend, Pierce felt responsible for Violet’s wellbeing. He encouraged her to finish school, letting her study in his office for company and for help with any particularly difficult lessons. Violet’s gratitude was enormous and she invited him to attend both her high school and her university graduations in lieu of her predeceased parents – Pierce happily attended both, ensuring she had the biggest bouquets of any girl on the night. He wanted her never to feel like she’d gone without.

In return, she had been dutiful to her family name, never getting involved in the scandals that other rich girls her age did: she steered clear of drugs and seemed to be bored by boys her own age. Pierce understood her boredom: many of them were either out for her fortune or her body, not understanding the clever and kind woman that Violet truly was. He’d consoled her through a few heartbreaks, trying to provide the guidance and fatherly presence she needed during such heartwrenching times.

“Puppy! Don’t be so mean about yourself,” Violet laughed, her arms still around Pierce’s neck. It didn’t matter that his suit was designer and she was rumpling it, he was just happy to have her close to him again. He took her arm tenderly and looked back at his receptionist, a slim man named Bryce.

“I’ll be back in a few hours, Bryce. If anyone, and I mean anyone, calls for me, tell them I’m in a meeting with a client and not to be disturbed.”

Bryce smiled slyly and nodded. He understood discretion and he was under the distinct impression that Miss Kenvier had her ‘Puppy’ wrapped around her little finger. He’d caught Pierce on more than one occasion with women who looked like Violet and although Bryce was entrusted to buy gifts for anyone else, as a good assistant was, Violet’s gifts were always personally handled by Mr. Fontaine himself.

On the elevator ride down to the parking garage, Violet nuzzled her head against Pierce’s neck as she chattered about the weather in France, her flight home and how she hoped that he would be able to take some time off at Christmas this year ‘for her’. Pierce’s heart fell: he knew that Christmas was a tough time of year for her as her parents had died on the 27th. Last year there was an emergency with one of his other clients that required his direct handling and despite many of those billable hours going to purchase a lovely necklace for Violet – one she’d worn every day since then – it had upset her greatly to be alone at Christmas.

“I have plans for us this Christmas, unless you’d rather spend it with your beau?” Pierce smiled at her as Violet rolled her eyes and made a face.

“You’re my beau, Puppy, I keep telling you that,” she giggled, her sapphire blue eyes gazing up at him adoringly. He smiled down at her and kissed her forehead chastely, brushing some of her pale hair out of her face.

“Now, maltepe escort now, Violet. You mustn’t say such things, you’ll start rumours.” Pierce chided her gently, watching her pout. “You know I’ll always love you, sweetheart, but it isn’t the same.”

“I know you love me, Puppy, and I love you too. Isn’t that enough?” She looked at him earnestly as the elevator doors slid open to the parking garage level, saving Pierce from having to answer that difficult question.

As Pierce and Violet arrived in the underground parking garage, a sleek black car turned up and a tall man got out of the driver’s side. He nodded to Pierce and smiled at Violet, who smiled warmly back. The driver was Liam, Pierce’s right hand man, a man who looked like an assassin and might actually be one. Pierce was foggy on the details of where he’d met Liam, but a scar on Liam’s neck that looked like someone had tried to slit his throat and Pierce’s protective nature over the young man’s provenance led many to speculate. He was dressed in a sharp designer suit that showed off his slim, athletic body.

“Good to see you again, Miss Kenvier,” Liam said in a soft Irish accent.

“And you, Liam. Please, call me Vi,” she said, sliding into the leather backseat of the car after the door was opened for her. Liam smiled and looked to his boss for askance. Pierce chuckled and shrugged, following Vi into the back seat as he responded.

“What the lady wants, the lady gets. I’ve made a habit of never denying this girl anything and it’s too late to start now.” Pierce smirked, not realising how prophetic his words would indeed be.

The car door closed behind them, they were in air conditioned luxury and privacy. Violet remained cuddled against Pierce, her silken hair on his shoulder. One of her hands rested on his thigh, near his knee. It was a good thing he was an older, more experienced man, otherwise he might have revealed his innermost desires by the betrayal of his own body. He could tell her to move her hand but that would mean admitting that he’d noticed it. He watched the traffic outside, annoyed that the midday traffic was thicker than usual this Friday afternoon. He stroked Vi’s hair gently to soothe himself absently, but soon found her melted against him, cooing softly.

“Violet, you listen to me right now,” Pierce said sternly, his green eyes looking deeply into her blue ones. “You’re thirty years my junior. I could be your father. You deserve a man can keep up with you, who can love the way you deserve to be loved.”

“I don’t want that, Puppy. I want you. I know I said France was nice and everything, and it was, but I couldn’t really enjoy it because I kept thinking about you and how much fun we had on our last vacation together. I’ve seen how you look at me. I know you want me too, Puppy.” Violet’s eyes were earnest as she gazed at the older man, who sighed deeply.

“I’ve always tried to protect you from my desires, Violet. I’ve watched you grow into a stunning woman and I don’t want to… corrupt you. I have peculiar tastes, Violet. The sort of things that I would expect from a wife that I could never ask of you, my sweet girl. The sort of things I’m afraid it would shock you even to hear.” Pierce said honestly, stroking Violet’s cheek tenderly. Violet looked back at him with adoration and pouted theatrically.

“Tell me, Puppy. I want to know.”

Pierce took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. He might shatter her innocence now, but better that than her chase these delusions of carrying on with him.

“Among other things, I enjoy watching my partners with other men,” Pierce admitted. While that was a fairly tame desire, it was not something he could expect Violet to agree to.

“That’s fine! You won’t be corrupting me. Give me a chance, Puppy,” Violet said impatiently. “Do you want to see Liam fuck me?”

Liam, who had thus far been ignoring the conversation, glanced back in the rearview mirror coolly. It was difficult to tell what was on his mind, but it wasn’t the first time that Pierce and he would have shared a woman. Pierce figured it might be a way to call Violet’s bluff: knowing how depraved her Puppy could truly be might scare her straight and cause her to give up these illusions.

“I want us both to fuck you at the same time, in the back of the car. I want you to let yourself be used in any way we choose. And it won’t just be him, it will be anyone I decide.” Pierce looked at her sternly, expecting her to quail at any minute after hearing his list of demands. “You’ll be used any way I want if you became mine.”

Instead of balking, Violet started pulling her sundress up, revealing a tan line where her bikini bottom should sit, but in reality there was nothing there other that her beautifully plump pussy lips. Had Liam been less of a professional, he would have rear-ended the car in front of him. As it was, he nearly missed a green light as he slyly observed Violet eagerly disrobing in the back seat.

Pierce groaned pendik escort with desire and resignation. Perhaps she truly did love him despite his quirks, he thought as he pulled her into his lap, ripping her sundress down to her stomach so he could play with her shapely breasts. His hands cupped them and raised them to his lips, kissing her small pink nipples tenderly as he looked into her eyes. Violet spread her legs wide, arching her back as she ran her fingers through Pierce’s silver hair. He closed his eyes as he savoured her attention, his entire body tingling with restrained desire.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Vi moaned as the older man massaged her body, stripping her of her sundress completely. Pierce was surprised: had he been too quick to write off her affection as that of a doting daughter figure instead of a woman with her own wants and needs?

“Tell me about it, babygirl. Liam, find somewhere private and then join us in the back. Violet has bravely volunteered the use of her holes.” Pierce grabbed Violet’s ass and spread it for good measure, savouring the sight of the lusty twenty-something on his lap.

“I wanted you to pop my cherry you know?” Vi said softly. “I tried everything I could think of to make you notice me. Don’t you remember New Year’s Eve when I turned eighteen-”

“- I remember it well. You made me take you to London so you could have champagne. You were off your head by eleven and I had to take you back to your room and tuck you in for the night. I was there for your first hangover, too.” Pierce said sternly, his gaze a loving but authoritative one as his fingers explored the soft mounds of her breasts.

“I had a drink because I thought if you saw me drinking you might realise I’m not a kid anymore and that… how I felt about you had changed. I was just nervous so I ended up having more than one – I planned to kiss you at midnight and everything.” Vi bit her bottom lip, looking a little embarrassed. Pierce remembered her throwing a fit as she wanted to be out until midnight, crying in the cab on the way back to the hotel. It all made sense now.

“You’ve wanted me for that long, Vi?”

“For even longer, Puppy,” Vi admitted, looking self-conscious.

“Oh, Vi, baby, come here,” he said softly, kissing her deeply, his experienced tongue teasing her lips open as he ran his fingers through her white-blonde hair. Her lips were so soft and he loved the way that she moaned against his lips.

“I’m going to make it all better now,” he promised her, kissing her over and over as she melted against him, her petite body wrapped tightly around him as though she never wanted him to let her go.

“Puppy is here for you.” He whispered into her soft skin, tracing designs onto it with his tongue.

“Please,” she moaned hoarsely. “Do whatever you want to me. Both of you – I want to show you that I can be what you need.” Her sapphire eyes shimmered with sincerity as she gazed adoringly at Pierce.

***

“Turn around on my lap and spread your legs, baby.” Pierce instructed, helping her turn around so her back was against his chest and her legs were spread over his lap. He shifted slightly to allow his hard cock relief against her pert ass before reaching in between her legs, stroking her hot little pussy open with his fingers. Violet was soaking, his fingers coated in her sweet juices with only a few strokes. Violet let out a soft whimper and rubbed her ass against Pierce.

“You naughty girl,” he teased her, cupping one of her breasts with a hand while his fingers swirled around her cunthole, teasing without slipping inside. Pierce was experienced, after all, and he knew how to coax the most pleasure out of a woman possible. “You’re going to get fucked like a little slut in the back of this car and I want you to thank me for it.”

Violet squirmed with delight against Pierce, her mouth opening in gasping breaths as she felt his thumb brush ever so softly against her clit. Her thighs tensed and she let out a plaintive wail as she felt the thumb move off of her clit. Pierce was going to drive her crazy with this sort of teasing.

“Th-thank you!” Vi gasped heavily, arching her back as Pierce’s attention moved to the tight ring of her ass. No other man had ever touched her there and it was thrilling and humiliating as she felt Pierce’s probing fingers rubbing firmly against her asshole.

“Thank you whom?” Pierce growled in her ear, cupping her entire vulva with his large hand. He could see that Liam had chosen a spot to park: he had made his way out of the center of the city and had chosen a street that ended in land cleared for development. There were likely to be few interruptions on the dead-end street. Liam slid out of the front seat, leaving his blazer in the front so it didn’t get wrinkled. He strode to the back, looking around carefully before getting into the back as quickly as possible.

“Thank you Sir!” Violet squealed obediently, her thighs trembling at the overwhelming sensations coursing anadolu yakası escort through her petite frame. Pierce nodded, grabbing her thighs and forcing them as wide as they could go, which for Violet was the splits, thanks to the gymnastics training of her youth.

“Good girl. Liam, tell me what you think of Miss Kenvier’s pussy. Is it the juiciest little cunt you have ever seen or what?” Pierce’s mouth was twisted into a wry smirk. Liam and he had played this game before, but never in a million years did he think that Violet would be involved.

“That’s a lovely tight little fanny,” Liam agreed, licking his lips with a wolfish look on his face. Pierce might be head over heels with Violet, but Liam liked fucking and humiliating little rich bitches and given the look on Violet’s face, he knew she’d like being humiliated just as much as he liked humiliating her. Liam sat back and put his hands on his knees, staring Violet down. His cock twitched and swelled as he watched her silken cunt drip her pearly fluid. “Fairer’n’not she’s got a fountain for a cunt. I bet she’d satisfy an entire unit of lads before she’d had her fill.”

Pierce nodded and began to undo his pants, kissing along Violet’s neck as he did. He slid his silk boxers off of his cock which was achingly hard, standing proud of the silver hair that framed it.

“I bet she would. Violet is insatiable in many ways. Lucky for us she just has to satisfy the two of us today. That means we expect special attention, Violet.” Pierce reminded her sternly as her soft cunt began to slide along his length without taking him inside. Violet moaned, spreading her legs wantonly as she replied.

“Yes, Sir!”

“Such a quick learner… I always knew you were a clever girl. I didn’t expect those skills to translate into being a good little slut, to be honest.” Pierce commented as Vi flushed with pride watching Liam stalk over to her like a panther, not taking his eyes off of her.

“She’ll learn,” Liam promised, running his thumb across her lower lip, pinching her lip away from her teeth briefly as he let her see the outline of his cock in his designer pants. Liam’s cock was long, he’d hit cervix in every woman he’d fucked no matter how turned on she was. While he boasted the length, his cock was slightly narrower than his boss’. Liam wound his fingers in Violet’s white-blond hair and shoved her face into his crotch, rubbing his cock against her as she squealed, struggling to remain balanced on top of Pierce. Liam’s musky scent made her brain go fuzzy and her mouth water – the smell reminded her of the first cock she’d sucked: that of her literature tutor. She’d always had a thing for older men, but none could scratch the itch the way that she knew that her Puppy would when he finally took her.

“Y-yes, please!” Violet begged, her head held in place by Liam’s firm hands. He smirked and rubbed the hot tip of his cock over her lips while Pierce watched in approval. Liam opened her mouth using his fingers, forcing her lips to part before shoving his cock between them, deep enough to make her gag. Violet’s blue eyes went wide as she gasped for air, but Liam smacked her cheeks with the tips of his fingers, pulling her hair to keep her in place like a little fuck toy. Pierce didn’t seem to mind the way his sweet girl was being treated, in fact it delighted him. He’d always wanted a sweet slut to bed and wed and here was his little angel Violet, begging for a chance.

Liam’s lithe body made quick work of fucking Violet’s mouth, which pushed Violet back onto Pierce’s cock. Pierce felt himself slowly slip inside the beautiful woman before him and he groaned at how wet her little pussy was. It was as delightful as he’d always imagined it to be: soft, soaking and straining to take his girth. He felt tremendously fiendish as his cock slipped inside the woman before him, but he knew now that he had to have her.

“Good girl, Violet,” Pierce groaned as he felt Violet ride his cock gently while Liam fucked her face, Liam’s piercing features trained on the blonde stunner taking his cock all the way down her throat with such enthusiasm. Her plush lips caressed his cock and her tongue went to work licking and tasting him as he pumped inside her mouth. Violet moved her hips to dip Pierce’s cock ever deeper inside of her eager pussy, moaning against Liam’s rigid length.

Violet was in heaven: she was getting the treat she’d wanted for so long, her beloved Puppy was fucking her and not only that, he wanted to share her with Liam, whom Violet found sexy for entirely different reasons. Puppy was love, comfort and protection, Liam was the bad boy who would use and abuse her just right. Having both at once was making her delirious with pleasure.

Pierce’s strong hands locked on Violet’s small waist, using her like a sex toy to stroke over his throbbing cock. Violet’s cunt was obscenely wet, dripping all over him as he pumped himself inside of her. Her pink pussy ached for him and she tried to keep him inside her as long as possible by twisting her hips to show him her hunger for his cock. Pierce smirked and spanked her ass as she did, letting her know that he was in charge of how much cock she got. Violet moaned as Pierce dipped his cock inside her soaking cunt over and over, her thighs trembling with pleasure.

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My husband’s blue balls are progressing nicely. I haven’t permitted him to ejaculate for 41 days now, since we switched roles, making me the dominant and him the slave. His testicles are distended with their load, hanging heavy and hard in my hand.

I give them another hard squeeze for a few seconds, eliciting a moan from the man to whom they are attached. Satisfied, I withdraw my hand and they hang pendulously between his legs again.

His penis is encased in a hard metal cage. An unforgiving stainless steel tube clamped snugly over the shaft of his penis. I had the cage custom made for him before we were married, and the corona of his circumcised cock sits precisely on the opening of the tube, bulging outwards from the metal and bulging back over it slightly. A ridged wire mesh fits over the end, precisely following the contours of the glans, the purple flesh of which is pressing through the gaps as though trying to escape.

Adam – that’s my husbands name – is prevented from getting an erection by the downward curvature of the tube and the constriction of the cage. A red gem at the end of the device serves as a grip for unscrewing the plug from the end of the contraption, which currently sits in his urethra, preventing unauthorised ejaculation (if that were possible) or urination. The plug sits just a centimetre or so inside his urethra. I would use something longer and more invasive if I could but as his cock is being forced into a curve, this is the longest I can use without causing damage.

He doesn’t know it yet but the plug is about to come out, and not only to allow him to empty his bladder this time. I’ve just found out I must go way for a couple of nights on business and Adam can’t come with me. This means he’ll be alone, unattended and – for safety reasons – in possession of the key to his genital prison.

I wish I could trust him not to masturbate while I’m gone, but he’s only a man, and no man could withstand 6 weeks of abstinence voluntarily. Certainly not considering the level of teasing I’ve subjected him to. Walking around the apartment naked when it suited me or going braless in thin white T-shirt’s, my large erect nipples showing through.

I can’t leave his cock locked up in chastity, and I can’t trust him not to relieve himself of the swollen blue balls I’ve spent the last month and a half cultivating, so I have to compromise. I’m going to drain him completely of every drop of cum. I’ll empty him entirely, testicles, prostate and every tube and vessel in between. I’m going to extract more than his body would normally allow by manipulating the regulating mechanisms of his ejaculatory system. I’m going to render him incapable of giving himself an orgasm or ejaculating for the entire period of my absence. kadıköy escort Fuck: he’ll be lucky if his dick works at all for a week after I’m through, and he’ll be back in his chastity device long before that.

Milking him of everything while inflicting the minimum amount of pleasure possible will take some skill. Ideally I want each forced ejaculation to cause anguish rather than pleasure. I have to be realistic though: some of the process will unavoidably feel good, but it will just be an overture to a series of agonising ruined orgasms. He’ll be left frustrated each time I wrench a cumshot from him. More desperate for release but less able to get there.

I need his cooperation though. Everything has to be optimal. I tell him that I’m going to be milking him, and I need him to fill the cup I produce. If he manages it I’ll take 2 days off his time being my slave and I’ll be at his mercy two days earlier. It’s an easy promise to make: there’s no way I’ll let him fill that cup.

I have three hours before I have to think about packing and leaving so it’s time to get started. I unscrew the urethra plug and pull it out, eliciting the usual gasp from Adam. It draws out a string of precum – he’s in a constant state of arousal after so long locked up. After taking him to the bathroom I lead him to the frame we have set up in the bedroom and he stands tall for me as I tie his hands above his head.

I seat myself comfortably to the side of him and pull the key to the cage out of my cleavage (a little visual trick I’ve been saving for the right occasion). He’s virtually panting with excitement at the sight.

The key slips into the lock and I pause for a minute, weighing his testicles in my hand. They’re substantially larger and heavier than normal. They must ache so much. This thought and the feeling of their weight in my hand is turning me on. I’ve always had a fetish for blue balls on the men I abuse – particularly in the man I chose as my husband. Such a shame to ruin them, but never mind. This is going to be fun I suppose.

The key turns with a click and the cage pops open. I pull the tube away, but leave the metal ring around his cock and balls. His dick instantly springs to life. He’s nearly fully hard already. His cock is large and thick. A factor he likes to use to full advantage when his turn as dominant comes.

He made me take all 8 inches of it in my ass every day for the entire three months of my slavery last time. Some times more than once a day. My pussy was used for his amusement in other ways… No time for reminiscing about that now. I have work to do.

I made him give himself an enema about half an hour ago so he knows to expect me to violate his asshole in some way. I’m going to start kartal escort the process of draining him by milking his prostate as this is the least pleasurable – and most humiliating- method of inducing ejaculation for him.

I lube my finger and insert it inside him, probing for the spongy bulb of his prostate. I find it easily as it’s distended with unspent fluid. He’s so desperate for relief he’s actually backing his ass into my finger! Relief isn’t what I’m trying to achieve here.

I start to press the gland with my finger, just gently at first. Within 30 seconds a steady stream of white seminal fluid is dripping from his now throbbing cock. He’s making straining noises, not sure if he likes the sensation of being milked from the inside.

As fun as milking Adam like this is, I know it’s not achieving the goal of emptying his testicles. For that I need to stimulate – but not pleasure – his cock. With my finger in his asshole I’ll be able to feel his contractions and gauge how close he is to orgasm, and importantly – make sure he doesn’t.

His penis feels solid and hot in my hand as I start teasing and I can feel his racing pulse throbbing through it. Gripping the shaft with my free hand I start to run my thumb along the frenulum, treating it like I would a clit. He starts to pant almost instantly and is letting out strained fussing noises after a few seconds. When he starts to thrust into my hand I stop.

“You know that’s not allowed, Adam!”

I take a hard swipe at his low hanging balls with an open hand. He yelps and his knees go out but he’s held up by the wrist restraints. When he recovers I’m impressed to note he’s managed to fully maintain his erection.

He knows better than to ask for mercy. That would cost him an extra day of his servitude, and lose him a day of mine.

When I start stimulating his cock again he manages to keep still. I’m rubbing his frenulum and tapping on the swollen prostate with my inserted finger in tendem. The stream of precum has started again. It’s drip drip dripping loudly on the tiled floor at Adam’s feet. He doesn’t endure this treatment for long before the first spasms start, his internal muscles squeezing down on my finger.

Adam’s holding his breath, poised for his first orgasm in 6 weeks (last time he came he would have been unloading into my asshole or down my throat). He thinks I’m going to let him cum! At precisely the point of no return I stop. I wait. To my delight, Adam actually cries out with disappointment and effort as his first ruined orgasm pumps a load of thick hot semen across the room in a powerful jet.

“You missed the cup”

After this first explosion it continues to stream slowly out of him for what seems like an impossibly kartal escort extended period. The whole time Adam is groaning and writhing in a kind of pain, as though he’s in labour. Finally he finishes. We start the game again.

I use the same technique again after a moments rest and another few minutes pass before the familiar contractions start. He’s trying to hide his approaching orgasm but his muscles don’t lie. He’s silent when I stop this time and for a moment I think I’ve misjudged it and nothing is going to happen. Just as I’m about to start tentative stroking again he tenses suddenly and a second stream of cum starts pouring out of him – this time directly into the cup – and Adam sags in his restraints. Panting gently.

Round 3. I lube up my hand and reinsert my finger. This time I start wanking his shaft properly as more stimulation is needed (his balls have lost a little of their former volume). He seems to like it but there’s not much I can do at this point. I’ll have to address this later.

It doesn’t take long before I have to reduce the stimulation down to frenulum rubbing again. I edge him to a third ruined load which lands in the cup again and I praise him for his marksmanship.

When he’s finished he looks at me pleadingly as I laugh at my own joke

“I’m done now. Please don’t make me do it again, baby…”

“I can stop, but it’ll cost you four days, Honey. Your choice.”

I interpret his silence as the instruction to carry on and he can’t help himself as I start stroking his cock again. In that moment he does want me to do it again.

I continue subjecting him to this for another hour or so. I inflict four more ruined orgasms in that time. Each one is slightly less productive than the last, but seem to cause Adam more effort and frustration, or whatever it is he’s feeling, as his contractions pump more and more ejaculate out of him.

“How does that feel, Honey?”

No response from him.

I’m starting to get bored, although the increasingly desperate noises he’s making are still making me quite wet.

“Got any more in there for me?”

I’m not sure he has. His prostate still feels quite firm though so I concentrate on milking him from the inside for a while longer, and I’m rewarded with the patter of more fluid running into the cup.

Only when he’s finally spent and I’m sure he’s physiologically incapable of ejaculating do I finally stop.

Adam still hasn’t been allowed the relief that an orgasm would bring, in spite of having his balls completely drained and his tired prostate rendered entirely spent he’s still partially erect.

I force his cock back down the metal tube and snap everything back into place, finishing off by reinserting and screwing in the urethra plug. I’m not going to bother with the lock, I don’t think he’ll need it locking up now until I return from my trip. There’s just enough time before I go to make him bring me to orgasm with his to tongue. His penis will be useless to me now anyway.

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Part 2 – Andrea and the FetFair

There is an old saying that you can’t unring a bell. It may be a cliche, but it also happened to be true.

For Andrea that bell had been rung two nights ago. She had discovered a side of her she didn’t know existed. A kinky side. And even as the cheap beer flowed and the music pumped in her house full of guests, she found it hard to keep her mind from wandering back there. It was her own party, but she was finding it hard to get into. None of the guys were particularly attractive and few of them she knew since none of them went to her (all girls) school.

A few days ago this party would have almost felt scandalous. She had very strict, religious parents, and as much as she didn’t like that it, it had rubbed off on her over the years. Having beer and boys over would have been a big deal just a few days ago. Now it almost felt like a yawn, not exactly boring but certainly not thrilling either. Once the supply of beer dried up, the more sober ones started organizing rides home, making sure there was a sober driver for every car that needed one, and the party came to an uneventful end.

What had Andrea so turned around had been the get together just two days before. It was just her and her three closest friends Megan, Sophia and Lea. Lea had suggested they play a game, but it was in fact a trick. They ended up stripped, tied, humiliated, stimulated and (to each of their surprise) loving it. When Lea admitted it was all her doing she left.

The three of them may have started pissed at Lea, but they got over it. They talked it out and decided to invite Lea back to tell them more. That night was a crash course in kink. Lea showed them about gags, collars, rope bondage, nipple clamps, floggers, more stuff than the three of them knew existed. They were positively enthralled with all the new information; staying up into the wee hours before calling it a night and going their separate ways the next morning.

Andrea hadn’t talked to any of her best friends before her “real” party, none of them had talked with each other. Lea was giving them space, but the other three were simply otherwise engaged. They each took their time, going over everything that they had discovered about this new kind of sexuality and how it made them feel all warm and excited. Each of them had spent time looking around the web, looking at pictures, stories, and fingering themselves at the thoughts more than once. They had all been so preoccupied the party almost felt like a distraction rather than an event.

But now the party was over. The last group, which included Sophia’s very drunk boyfriend, left in one of the very overcrowded cars. For the first time all night there was silence as the four friends were once again alone in the house. They all stood in the awkward circle around the front door before Sophia decided to break the silence.

“Did you have a good time?” She asked in a perfunctory manner.

“It was fun,” Andrea responded with equally low enthusiasm. “I think I just wasn’t much in the mood.”

Megan nodded her head in agreement. “I think we all could say that.”

Lea scanned her friends, trying to judge how to enter the conversation but not finding any clues. Not that she was very good at that to begin with. “About the other night,” she started which made the three other pairs of eyes look up intently at her. “I’m sorry again for not being more honest, I know we’ve been over this but I was afraid to bring it up on my own. I haven’t heard from any of you since then, how badly did I screw this up? “

“It’s not like that,” Andrea said in a reassuring tone. “I haven’t called because I knew I’d see you here not ’cause I’m mad at any of you. Honestly I’ve barely stopped thinking about it, and I can’t speak for them but I kind of liked it.” Megan and Sophia nodded in agreement.

Lea was clearly relieved, letting out a long sigh as a smile went across her face. “Good, and I promise not to keep things from you any more. I’ll be up front if I want to try anything.”

“Well, maybe you don’t have to tell us everything. Know our limits and keep to them sure, but I kind of like the not knowing.” Andrea said with surprising frankness. “I did kind of like not knowing.”

“I could do that, but we just need to talk about it first,” Lea explained. “Cause really, to agree to something you need to know exactly what it is you’re agreeing to.”

“Well you ran through a bunch of stuff the other night, what more do you mean?” Andrea asked.

Lea pulled out her phone and began quickly typing. “Well, there’s lists. I found one a while back, it has just about every aspect I’ve ever heard of. You go through them and mark 1-5 for how interested you are, unsure if you don’t know, limit if you don’t want it ever and checkboxes for if you’ve actually tried it. It should give you an idea on what kinds of things that are out there.”

“There’s a club in Philadelphia that has fetish get togethers and such. I haven’t worked up to going alone but I think if we go together, and if you knew a little ümraniye escort bit more about it, then it might not be so bad. Next week there’s a major event they’ve been advertising, open to anyone. They’re not actually even hosting it, there are simply helping to promote it. It’s being thrown by a group that throw what they call ‘FetFairs’ in major cities all over the world; kind of a weekend long kinky adult fantasy world. It’s a little pricey, and a lot vague about the details, but if half the things I’ve read online are true it should be well worth the price. I asked my brother if we can crash on his floor, I didn’t say why, but he was fine with it and I know I wouldn’t want to drive back in the wee hours of Saturday Morning.” Lea said. Everyone agreed that it sounded interesting enough, and that they’ll let her know some time during the week. Without much more fanfare, they each wished each other goodnight and Lea drove Megan and Sophia home.

****

The rest of the week, things seemed to return to normal. Andrea spent most of Sunday and Monday of the long weekend on schoolwork, the familiar routine of class began again Tuesday. But Andrea felt different. It might have just been that the pattern was disrupted by the absence of her parents. More likely though it was the twinge she got reading Lea’s very long list. Whenever she would look up more than a few things at a time she couldn’t help but think she was carrying some strong lingering feelings with her for the next few hours.

A few of the stuff she decided was clearly not for her, they just simply grossed her out rather than turned her on. She kept herself from mocking however might find some of these things sexy, because who was she to judge? A lot of people could say the same about some of her likes.

By Wednesday she was finished the list and certainly noticed a pattern. Just about anything to do with power exchange (a new term she learned when going through the list, she was learning so many), bondage, objectification and loss of control were all big turn ons. She clicked the send button, returning the results back to Lea along with the note “I’m in for the party this weekend.”

For their parts, Sophia and Megan had been similarly distracted with what they were finding out. Megan finished Tuesday, answering most strongly in the loss of control, objectification, public exposure and a bit of bondage as well. Similar to Andrea but different ranking. Sophia was big on forceful loss of control, objectification ranked high, with a bit of bondage and pain ranked lower down. By Wednesday night they had each sent in their responses and confirmed that they did indeed want to go with Lea to the party.

After school that Thursday, they discussed the details. Lea shared everything she knew, that FetFairs were always very private, no cameras allowed and a non-disclosure agreement attendees had to sign meant details Lea found were always vague. It was an all-weekend affair and while Lea didn’t expect to be at the fair the whole time, they all planned to say they would be at Andrea’s still empty house all weekend just in case they changed their minds. There would be a somewhat large cover since they weren’t “members,” there would be merchants selling things, there would be other chances to spend money, it could apparently get rather expensive if you didn’t care about that sort of thing or if you weren’t careful. “It starts at 8 and it’s a long drive, pick you up around 5:30?” Lea asked and received a sea of bobbing heads.

The drive was long, it was the dead of January so the sun had set very soon into the drive. The windy two lane road was always a pain at night with its sudden turns as it climbed and descended what felt like dozens of mountains to get to the Turnpike. The car was filled with concentration, quiet and anticipation. Conversation began to flow more freely as road gave way to highway, but even though they all knew exactly what they were driving to it seemed oddly forced to talk about it, so usually they taked about something else.

Several hours and a gas stop later, they pulled into the parking lot of what looked like an industrial park with a few very large warehouses. If it not for the very full parking lot and a slow but steady stream of taxis there would be nothing making it look particularly different from any of the other large warehouses and factories that surrounded the neighborhood. They parked and nervously began to walk towards what everyone else seemed to know was the door. Lea stopped walking just before the door and turned back to her friends, “Everyone still want to do this?”

Andrea kept walking letting out simply “of course, it’s kind of a long way to turn back now.” With that Andrea reached the door and held it for her friends. It opened into a small room with what looked like a receptionist and a single door the the left with what looked like a doorman.

“Members or non-members?” asked a professionally dressed woman sitting behind a desk.

“Non-members, all four of us,” Lea answered.

The woman pendik escort reached over and pulled out four copies of a form. “Sign here please, they are standard statements of conduct and non-disclosure. This is to be a safe, sane and sober environment. You must be at least 18 years of age and not currently on any illicit drugs. By signing this you understand that you will be bound by the club rules as posted, obey any and all posted signs or any instruction given by one of the members of the staff. By entering any play area you must have read and agree to the posted conditions for that area. You will respect the boundaries of all guests. If at any time they say the club safeword “pineapple” or in the event they can’t speak hum “jingle bells” you will halt what you are doing. Similarly, if you need to call for help or stop any action being done to you can do so by saying or humming the club safeword. You will surrender all personal items before entering and all conversations, club activities or guest identities are to be kept secret. Failure to do so will result in bans on future attendance and/or restitution for any financial damages that may result from this breach. If you agree sign below and hand over one piece of ID for us to hold until you leave. Then enter through the door on the left.” She rattled it all off with the kind of speed and boredom of someone who has repeated this one too many times already, it seemed as basic as simply saying hello. All four of course signed, even scanning over the one page document in vain to see if there was anything hidden.

The four walked over as a group to the door. “Is this your first time?” asked the incredibly large but surprisingly friendly sounding man at a podium by the side of the door. They nodded that it was. “So the way this will break down is there is a non-refundable cover of $70. There will also be an additional charge of $150 that you can use towards purchases of food, services and products. Consider it a spending minimum. This minimum amount is also non-refundable and any overflow will simply be charged to you when you leave. Are you together or paying separate?”

“Together,” Lea said. The four had agreed earlier it was easier to just pay Lea back later, and she actually had the room to charge it. She handed him her credit card and after punching in her pin, he buzzed open the door leading to a long but narrow room. On the left was what looke to be a very large coatcheck, and on the right wall was lined with dozens of doors narrowly spaced. “Enter any of the doors on the right, individually, and only if it’s light is green. Follow the instructions and enjoy the night.”

The four split up as Andrea entered the first door on her right. It was very small and clinical looking, at the far end there was a person sitting on a wheeled stool. “Please strip down and place all cloths and personal items in the container” she joylessly said as she tapped on a plastic box with her pen, barely even looking up at Andrea who quickly did as she was told.

The cold woman picked up a device about the size of a brick with a small cone sticking out the top and walked over. “This is a blood tester, it will take a small sample and test it for any disease that might endanger other guests. The sample will not be kept or in any way stored after the test and your privacy will not be violated. It also injects a temporary hormone so that any sex you may have in the next 72 hours will not result in pregnancy. These are requirements to enter but require your additional consent. If you wish to decline you may do so but you will be asked to leave without refund as per the agreement you signed. ” She said with the familiar tone of the receptionist, it was the voice of someone who knew the script by heart and was tired of saying it.

“That’s fine,” Andrea said. She felt only a small pinch as the machine was put against the inside of her forearm. “How long will this take?”

“It’s a narrow test we’re running, it should be no more than a minute. If you wouldn’t mind please stepping onto the scanner?” The woman asked.

“I do have a DC card, it’s been updated just last month,” Andrea said as she reached for her purse.

“Well ours are a little more detailed than the standard format, it’s club policy,” the woman replied. “And please, relax all your muscles as it scans you.” Andrea shrugged her shoulders and stepped onto the platform. She stood perfectly still as the scanners slowly ascended letting out a beep when it had finished.

“Do you consider yourself a dom, sub or switch?” The woman asked sliding her stool over to the only table on the other side of the small room, holding a small machine with a drawer. “Sub,” Andrea answered. “And by what name would you like to go by?” she quickly followed up. “Um, I guess just Andrea.”

The woman hit a green button on the screen and proceed to type in her name. She then retrieved from the drawer a green bracelet. “This bracelet will be your ID for the night,” she explained holding out the bracelet. “It will monitor your vitals, it has your measurement kadıköy escort information and it knows your current balance for when you wish to buy anything.” As the bracelet was fitted around her right wrist and snapped shut she couldn’t help but think how much it looked like a hospital nametag. Except where there should have been writing there was instead a very small screen showing her first name and current balance of +$150.00″

The woman darted back to the blood tester at the sound of a beep “OK, you’re good to go. Your belongings will be returned to you as you leave, simply use your bracelet.” As she said this, she placed a lid on the box and slid it through a slot where it disappeared down a conveyor of some sort hidden from view by the wall.

“Wait, I’m going out there naked?” Andrea said too late to do anything about her stuff disappearing.

“First time I assume?” Replied the woman, finally without the cold clinical tone she had used until then. “Look, this is how we make sure no one brings in cameras or drugs or anything else, everyone enters naked and gets the more detailed scan. It’s not a typical DC scanner that only records the surface, we find internal measurements are needed for some things, and it’s just a bonus that it prevents sneaking things in. There are plenty of places inside to buy outfits if you’d rather stay covered. And after all, this is a fetish club, if you weren’t comfortable you shouldn’t have come. You can always pick your stuff up and leave.”

Andrea understood. “No, I get it. And if everyone has to I guess that makes it better.”

“That’s the spirit” she said encouragingly. “Now if you would be so kind, there may be people waiting,” she said as she pointed to the door at the far side of the office.

Andrea opened the door and finally heard music, very typical club music but not nearly as overpowering as your usual club might have it. Unlike the other rooms, this one actually looked like the inside of a warehouse, the ceiling rose high above them and the floor was cold brushed cement. As far as she could tell the wall in front of her was simply a metal sheet to divide the club from the exam rooms. Along it were artsy black and white pictures, a big map, posters with what looked like a reminder of the rules, it was all rather busy as far as walls go. Soon she saw Sophia and Megan appear also naked except for a green bracelet a few doors past her own room. They waited and eventually Lea appeared with one hand doing it’s best to cover his chest. What caught Andrea’s eye was that Lea wore a red bracelet. “I guess it’s to brand me as a sub,” she thought.

Lea started speaking before she had even fully reached her friends “I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t mind seeing what they’re selling in terms of cloths. It looks like all the options are along the rest of this wall”

“Good a place as any to start I guess,” Andrea said as they each glanced at the large map posted up of the club. “I have to say though, this being naked isn’t bothering me as much as I thought it would when about every third person is too.” Megan couldn’t help but agree. With that the four followed along the wall to the rows of shops that had set up near the entrance.

****

Things had changed over the years, as they always do, but one of the bigger changes was the arrival of 3D printing and MAO manufacturing. It started in the early twenty-teens as more of a novelty, but it quickly became much more fast and detailed. A machine could melt into shape plastics and eventually metals. To mimic the printers, people began making machines that could cut and arrange other material to order. Wood could be cut, foam could be formed, fabric could be sown and so you had what began to be called Made At Order products. It made things it a lot cheaper to get exactly what you want, and meant vendors don’t need to stock all the different sizes to make a sale. From a digital file, these machines could assemble anything they had the raw materials for and exactly to custom size.

As people began expecting fully custom objects, it became particularly common for clothes to now be made only to a customer’s desires and body shape. It meant that most people keep a detailed digital scan of their bodies on what’s called an DimensionCard, basically a plastic card with a chip inside holding the data. But DCs only scanned your outside, which is fine for sizing say pants but isn’t a lot of help for sizing what might go inside. Which is why they’ve adopted the more detailed TBR or Total Body Rendering format. The shops at FetFair offered fully custom MAO clothing and toys printed to the dimensions stored as a TBR file on their bracelets.

But this weren’t like any selection any of them had ever seen. Sure there was a stand with rather simple standard t-shirt/jeans kind of cloths, but that was the exception. There was one selling tight fitting clubwear, another selling nothing but costumes like you’d see for halloween, sexy maid, sexy nurse and the like. Another selling only metal things, from collars to full outfits to toys, all sized to order of course. There was a more “traditional” lingerie dealer, the kind of lacey stuff you might find littering the dressing room of a burlesque show. But what nearly made Lea stop dead was when she came across a booth selling and smelling of leather.

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Myself and my long term live in submissive had a falling out. She humiliated me at a party in a significant way around all my friends. This argument was an argument beyond the realms of our D/s relationship effecting our trust and love for one another. I had elected to get a motel for the night to clear my head and cool off.

My submissive continued to text me throughout the night fearing the worst that I would never return. Our texting gradually lost its angry tone and took on more of a reluctant forgiving banter. Though our fight had steered away from our real life argument i maintained my dominant composure and took up the part of a scorned Dom. My slut picked up on my agenda and played up her submissive status and begged me.

“Please daddy hate fuck me, I will be your slave for the rest of my life, do whatever you want with me, use me as your whore I don’t care, we can have a threesome tonight, you can beat me, you can throw me away after just please hate fuck me, I’m such a dumb slut”. My slut’s texts buzzed in my phone rapid fire text after text of begging and the like. “Please fuck me, i need your cock, I’m just a dumb cunt, tell me what a whore I am”. Buzz after buzz of pathetic begging was met with my feigned indifference. These were roles we played often and well but the mix of a real world argument spurred our dramatization.

“You’re pathetic, I don’t give a fuck, you are nothing but 3 holes and a smile, I hate you”. I retorted to her pleading. Text after text I never broke character embodying degradation. Finally i gave her what she so desperately wanted to tuzla escort hear. “Listen you pathetic cum dump I am at this address come here, Wear nothing but a collar and a coat if you’re wearing anything else I’ll leave your wet pathetic pussy outside in the cold”.

“Yes sir” she said and then went on to update me with her status along the way which was met in turn with one word derogatory texts. When she got to the front door I made sure to make a show of her for the receptionist. I greeted her without even a hand shake and instructed her to spin around for me, she did so without hesitation. I startled her by grabbing her hard by her hair and led her past the dumb struck lady behind the counter to my room.

Once in my room i summoned all the coldness i could muster. “You can’t stay long you’re here for one thing, that’s to be my fuck toy one last time, after I’m done with you you’re going to get the fuck out and leave me alone, now go kneel in the corner I’ll let you know when I’m ready for you.” I then proceeded to play on my phone swiping women’s profiles on various dating apps for a few minutes trying to make it obvious what was occupying my time. My slut whimpered when she realized what I was doing. After some time i told her to take off her coat. She dropped her coat to the floor and sat staring at the floor.

After enough time had passed to build anticipation i made my way to the useless slut kneeling beside me. I looked down at her she was naked except for a pink and gold collar id got her for Christmas. I instructed the whore ümraniye escort to pull my big cock out. Once freed i grabbed my fuck toy by the ears and thrust forth into her throat with every bit of aggression I had inside me. The “gawk gack glic” sounds filled the room and echoed into the halls threw the thin walls of the old motel. People passed in the halls, even the most naive among them could recognize the loud sounds of fellatio. My name calling left little to the imagination for the snickering eve droppers in the neighboring rooms. “Stupid whore, pathetic slut ect..”

I angrily spat on her face as my cock pistoned in and out. We briefly made eye contact which i countered with a slap across her ever reddening face. Once i was satisfied with the amount of spit and drool pouring down the slaves face and the shade of red she had become I pulled her up by her hair and threw her on the bed face down. I viciously rammed my cock into her leaking slit. I pounded away for some time before repositioning at her asshole. I thrust madly into her asshole with no regard for her comfort. With each thrust the bed slid across the wood floor making a loud sound audible to the fellow patrons beyond the slightly parted door that despite multiple attempts would not latch.

Spurred on by her guttural moans my pace quickened in and out of her asshole. All at once I pulled her back to her knees on the floor and shoved my dick back down her throat. I had hate in my eyes as i used her throat remembering how she had hurt me. My cock went numb with the vigorous kadıköy escort strokes in and out of her drooling cock socket. I would pause periodically only to regain the sensation in my glistening throbbing member. My slut used the small pauses to gulp in air, she savored her gasping breath before resuming her duty as my personal cock sleeve.

I became bored with her desperate attempts to make me cum with her mouth lapping at the base of my cock each time i buried it in her. I again pulled her to her feet and pushed her onto the bed behind us this time on her back. She fell with a loud slam our neighbors giggled just outside the door. I spat on her face a big shot landed just below her eye, shocked she gasped in response but didn’t remove the thick viscous glob. I bent her legs until her knees were by her head and stuffed my now aching cock into her warm pink fuck hole. In an effort to cum I rammed into her furiously my climax building. I wrapped my hands around her throat and gripped hard stifling her loud feverish moans. Her face looked a shade of purple I had never seen.

I shook off my momentary sympathy for the cum dump before me as I had reached my peak. I withdrew from her and stepped onto the bed standing above the quivering heap below. I came, erupting globs of cum onto her face. Cum spattered across her face neck and tits, spit and drool coated her from her chin to her pussy, she looked like a broken thing no longer recognizable.

“You can get the fuck out now, I’m done with you cunt”. I spoke coldly as I turned towards the chair in the corner of the room to take a seat. The sounds of gasps rang from behind me as she desperately sucked in air. It was then that we broke character and had a real discussion about our disagreement. After some time we were wrapped in each others arms and exchanging I love you’s. We left that seedy motel arm and arm back to our home.

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They went up. Together. Lady put an arm around Kiran’s waist as they walked out of the lift on fifth floor.

Not knowing which one of the two doors was lady’s flat, Kiran just stumbled a step and stopped to let the Lady go forward and guide. The Lady pushed her with her hand on back of kiran’s waist, this time a little stern, toward the door on the right, as she fumbled through her bag to find the keys for the flat.

Kiran held her breath, as she waited facing the closed door, thinking, “This is where it begins.” Lady had finally managed to find the keys from her cluttered bag, as she walked past Kiran; passing her the bag to hold while she opened the door. kiran had it clutched in her arms. She felt different, strangely good, being treated like that. It felt natural to her, to follow, as it was so natural for the lady to command. The cards were already placed on the table now, Kiran only had to flip them one after one to reveal if she had won the blind game, or it was the biggest risk and she had lost. While she was thinking about it, The lady had opened the door, and she had went inside speaking a little loud without even looking back at her, “Are you going to stand there all night?”

Kiran blushed slight, and stepped inside the living room. It was spacious, open, like there was actually nothing in the room other than large windows that faced the city lights. yet it was very elegantly furnished with appropriate furniture. She eyed the whole room from to corner to corner, and there came a strange looking corner-table in her sight, as she sat on the sofa putting the bag aside. The table was strange, nothing she had ever seen before, a naked lying girl’s brass statue holding up the heavy glass top. The girl was laying on her back, her hands straight on floor from shoulder to elbow and straight up from elbow to wrists, and knees pulled up as well. The sheet of transperant glass was held by her upturned palms and kneecaps. Her feet were planted down, toes to heels touching the floor. Her face had a nonchalant expression to it, yet almost close to a warm smile. Her brass skin was shining through the glass, like waves of ocean shines in the noon sun. Kiran thought that her skin also had a brassy shade to it. She would also have the same shine if… Lady tapped her fingers onto Kirans shoulder right then, as she stood there holding a glass of water, smiling and whispering her the question, “Do you like it?”

Kiran had to think twice, before she understood what Lady meant by asking that. It was about the piece of furniture, not the scene Kiran was thinking. Or may be Lady had read her mind, and was asking about that only. Kiran thought, if only she could read her mind, Would she be disgusted, or remorseful at Kirans thoughts and wants?! It was better not to say anything rightaway, as kiran managed to smile, and stammer, “yes, i like it. How did you manage to get this beautiful piece?”

Lady replied, handing Kiran the half empty glass of water from which she was sipping, ” I have an eye for special kind of beauty.”

Kiran took the glass, with a shy smile, she was being forced to drink from Lady’s used glass. They were these small things, which made her tingle in special places. She sipped a mouthful, the cool water giving her a little calmness as she asked a question back, putting the glass on the corner table, looking at it very adoringly, ” What kind of beauty?”

Lady replied, as she sat beside kiran on the sofa, closed her eyes and stretched her arms to slide off the stress of the day, ” The beauty which is rare, yet so amzingly expressive. The beauty that lies in every human being, yet just few are brave enough to admit and accept it. The beauty that comes by accepting who you are, and what you want.. and be courageous and selfish enough to crave it.”

Kiran looked at the lady, thinking, would she really understand what she wanted throughout her life. Lady noticed the stare, and looked back to Kiran. Their gazes locked, the conversation that never happened, yet understanding that was forming itself. Kiran closed her eyes again, as lady put her arm around kiran, and pulled her close. Breath to breath, they remained. Lady whispered, very slowly, barely audible, “Do you want it?” Kiran heard it, not only through her ears, she heard it through every nerve on her face that lady’s warm breath touched. She opened her lips, sighed, and said with her eyes still closed, “I crave it.”

Kiran could feel the lady smile, before she closed in to kiss kiran on her lips, full and close kiss. wet and passionate. strong and possessive. Lady’s arms around kiran tightened in a close embrace, and kiran melted in, strangely being aroused by this. She had never kissed a woman before, but it wasnt strange, it was more relaxing at that time. Kiran was not freaked out, she would never. She never had fantasies about a women, but the thought wasnt that repelling to her as well. In stead, the happenings were quite heavenly than she expected.

Kiran felt like the kiss never ended, but turned into a hug, as lady pulled kiran with her as she antalya escort laid slowly on the sofa, with kiran on top. Kiran slowly put her arms at Lady’s sides, holding her body slightly up, not wanting to stress the lady by giving the whole body weight. The lady sensed kiran’s moments, as she moved her hands at sides too, holding both of kiran’s wrists and pushing and twisting them behind kiran’s back in an instant. Kiran moaned slight in the kiss, as it caused a little pain, but the grip of lady’s hands on her wrist was comfortting. She loved the feeling of security as she laid so close to her, with her, joined to her by their hands. Kiran slowly moved her head sideways and dropped it to lady’s shoulder as the lady finally let her lips free from the kiss. She laid there, listening to lady’s heartbeats, thinking what was it that aroused her, was it the kiss, or the hands on her wrists, or somthing else all together?

After some minutes of silence, Lady shifted her hands to hold both kiran’s wrists in one, as she moved her left hand up and reached to Kiran’s hairs, grasping a handful and pulling her head up, with not so painful yet noticable force, asking, ” What are you thinking?”

Kiran replied, more turned on by this treatment, ” I have.. never been with another woman.”

Lady smiled, ” May be after tonight you’d never have to say that again..”

Kiran chuckled slightly at her answer, ” you have turned me on..”

Lady replied with a slight laugh, “Honestly, i didnt intend to do that, but as its done, then lets as well do something about it..”

Kiran smiled innocently, asking with curiousity, ” what do you intend to do now?”

Lady replied, “hmm.. lets try and turn you off, shall we?”

Kiran was taken aback by that, as she once more got lost trying to find the meaning through what lady said. Lady smiled devilish, as she slided her left hand down fron kiran’s hairs to Kiran’s skimpy apron and her skirt. Kiran was wide-eyed at lady’s assertiveness, and the advantages she was taking. Lady forced Kiran’s legs open from front and pushed her palm over Kiran’s panty covered crotch. Kiran sighed out loud, she was never touched so openly and shamelessly before. She was feeling totally vulnerable, to lady’s touch that was spreading moist warmth to her entire being. Lady grabbed her crotch tight, and tried to mauled it as she spoke with smirk, ” Does this turn you off?”

Kiran moaned out loud, biting her lips. She breathed heavy at being manhandled like that. She tried to squirm not understanding why she didnt want to get away from lady’s touch after being treated so unmodestly. Lady scratched her nails over kiran’s crotch, pushing them down over her cloth-covered vagina, and reaching up her crack. It drove kiran crazy, the touch was maddening, she had never felt this aroused before. Lady asked again, “tell me Kiran… Does it?”

Kiran breathed, with unexplainable pleasure, “No. it doesnt.”

Lady asked naughtily, ” Why? It mostly does to other females. Being forced and used so unrespectably.”

Kiran shot back, a bit irritated by all the talk, and a more embarrassed to admit, ” you know why!”

Lady suddenly stopped and pulled her hands off from kiran leaving her free to move. Kiran didnt know what to feel, be happy that she wasnt being forced to expose her self, or to be sad that she no loger felt the security of lady’s touch. Kiran looked at Lady, a little puzzled, at what just happened. Lady was looking at her; huge disappointment on her face. Kiran realized she had just behaved the way she wasnt expected to. Kiran shouldnt be rude to her like that. She right away felt sorry for it, as she also admitted it to lady, ” I’m sorry for that.”

Lady pushed kiran up and off her, sternly putting her aside, in silence, as she got up mending the creases off her formal wear. Kiran felt worst, as she said it again, ” I didn’t mean it … like that.”

Lady still didnt say a word, she went out of the living room, disappearing in the small hallway. Kiran stayed there, not knowing what to do now. After what seemed like forever, kiran got up, and went towards the hallway, trying to find her. First she stumbled her way into the kitchen and then bathroom. At the very end of the hallway, she finally managed to reach the last door that unquestioningly led her to the bedroom. Here, the lady was sitting infront of her dressing table mirror, brushing her hairs smooth after changing her clothes to a satin nightgown. The room had a distant chill inside, AC it was, kiran noticed.

Kiran stood by the door, waiting for lady to acknowledge her. Lady spoke, without looking at her, “how far do you live from here?”

Kiran was flabbergasted by that question, why did she ask it? did the lady really want her to leave? The offense wasnt that bad. Or was it? Kiran replied after some thinking, ” 30 kms. 45 minutes approx.”

Lady stopped combing her hairs, as she sighed and turned to kiran. ” you can sleep in the living room on sofa and I shall drop you off at your ataşehir escort place tomorrow morning. Cause we can’t go in my car or call a cab right now as its too late to travel that far.”

Kiran opened her mouth, to speak, but stopped short, and turned the otherway, with tears in her eyes. Lady turned back to mirror and resumed brushing. Kiran walked herself out to the living room, with tears streaming down her face at being rejected like that. She was feeling so many emotions at once. She was feeling lost, mostly. In stead of sitting over the sofa, she went over to the wall that faced the hallway. She slumped down there, on the floor with her knees pulled up and her arms about them, with her back straight on the wall, and her face in the direction of her bedroom door. The door was open and Kiran could still see lady’s satin covered back through her watered up eyes. Kiran didnt understand why was she feeling so close to her, that she was hurt by what the lady did.

Lady turned again, this time she saw kiran down the hall. She smiled slight at kiran’s pose of sitting, and thought that may be kiran was not a bad catch afterall. A little bit of behavior modification and then kiran would be a great find. Lady got up after a long time of leisurely brushing her hairs, as she had planned, and walked to the bedroom door with the hairbrush in her hand.

Kiran was given enough time to realise her emotions, and her drives. She stared continuously in the direction of the bedroom, but her thoughts were elsewhere. She understood that, Lady had opened her up to new posibilities and then pushed her down to realise that without them, without her she wouldnt feel right. Tonight she was so closely exposed to her bare necessity… of needing this perversion like never before, needing the lady even it was just the brief few minutes encounter they had. She had always needed the control that lady potrayed, she had always needed the possession that lady poured. And she had understood it, but almost. It was still a long way to go.

Kiran looked at the lady as she stood by the door. Kiran prayed in her mind, “dont close that door. dont bloody close that door, just give me one more chance”. lady kept unexpressiveness on her face, as she first stood there motionless, and then started walking through the hall, towards kiran. Kiran’s heart fluttered, “she dint close the door on me”, as she kept looking at lady’s mesmerizing walking figure. When lady reached her, she stood close, almost hovering over kiran’s body. Kiran felt like a small child sitting like that. A child, who wanted to be loved, and cared for, even after being punished for her naughtiness. It struck her, right then. As Kiran mumbled, ” Punish me.”

Lady smiled in her mind, thinking that kiran was way much smarter that what she thought of her to be. But outwardly she pretended that she didnt hear her. Kiran repeated loud, closing her eyes, not believing she had just said it, “punish me.”

Lady replied, ” Ain’t I already?”

Kiran responded brushing her tears off her cheeks, ” not like this please.”

Lady smiled, her devilish smile, for the first time after those long and painful minutes, ” Fine. Then you decide how I punish you?”

Kiran thought, very seriously for a minute, and then said slow dropping her head down,” anyway you like, just not THIS way.” she didnt want to be refused again.

Lady crouched down in front of her, raising Kiran’s head, by using the end of the hairbrush below her chin, ” I’m a little old-fashined.”

Kiran looked at her, in silnece. waiting.

Lady resumed, ” 30 strokes. this hair brush. on your rear.”

Kiran dropped her jaw, how could she say it out loud. Those times were gone, nobody did those practices anymore. But here the lady was, hinting her about the corporal punishment.

Finally she managed, to say it, after closing her eyes. “Alright.”

Lady held both of kiran’s wrists and pulled her up with force, dragging her after herself, in the bedroom. Kiran followed, not that she had a choice, actually she had made her choice already it was just the consequence, she thought. Lady freed her right at the bed and she herself sat at the edge, while kiran stood at the side, not knowing what to do then.

Lady simply said four words. “lay over my knees.”

Kiran slowly implied, as she uncomfortably moved down, over lady’s knees, raising her bottom up in the process as she rested her palms on the floor. Lady leisurely brushed her fingers over kiran’s skirt covered ass. Kiran closed here eyes at the contact. She was not going to make another mistake to drive the lady away, besides the lady was not doing anything that damaging, kiran reasoned in her mind. Lady pushed kiran’s skirt up, revealing kiran’s thighs and stark white panty. Kiran shut her eyes firm, thinking the pain would soon follow this. instead, lady whispered, “this has to go.”, as she fingered the line of the panty at kiran’s thigh. Kiran didn’t say anything, there was no need to say, the lady was right, panties had to go to deliver a real punishment. Lady pushed the panty down kiran’s legs, stopping them just below the knees. Kiran breathed heavy as the chill of the room touched her exposed pussy, and made her shiver. Then there was no touch from lady’s side. Kiran waited, and waited for the hard blow to fall over her bottom. By now she had believed it was quite natural of them to be in that position. But the blow never came, instead lady opened kirans legs again, this time from back, as she scratched her way down to her clit. Kiran moaned, loud, uncontrolled, as lady manipulated kiran’s arousal. Lady suddenly pushed her two fingers inside kiran’s already wet and wanting womanhood, and kiran tensed up, with pleasure, groaning out loud and gripping lady’s thigh with her hands those were on floor before, supporting herself.

Lady smiled, knowing kiran was hers. already. kiran squirmed, to get more contact, more friction, to be able to orgasm. but lady provided none, rather pushed her fingers in harder, to make her lay still. Kiran somehow understood and sighed and limped down, motionless over lady’s knees.

Lady took her fingers out, brushing the wetness off, over kiran’s ass. Kiran was more aroused, realising she was being used as a wasterug too. But it was natural right there and then. Nothing felt too weird to her. Like there was some sudden change in her wirings that made her belive that it was right.

Lady moved her left hand down, under kiran’s body, kiran felt that as she raised herself up for better excess. Lady commented,” Very good..” as kiran basked in the praise, at doing that humilating thing, opening her self at some stranger she just met today, without any lady-like modesty. Lady slipped her hand down to kiran’s pussy from front, she pushed one finger in, deeper this time, almost lodging kiran over her finger. And kiran felt strapped, unable to move, she remembered her earlier wet dreams, of being imapled helplessly like that, but in a very different, extreme scenarios. kiran just statyed still, or rather tried to as lady’s expert finger searched and touch kiran’s spot of ultimate pleasure. Kiran dropped her head down, giving her self in the vortex of pleasure that was drowning her in. Suddenly there was a loud whack, and a burning sensation over her right ass cheek. kiran cried out, with pain, with pleasure, not understanding which one was more intense than other. Lady resumed twirling her finger inside kiran’s privates, provoking her orgasm, as she kept blowing with the flat wooden side of the hairbrush, over kiran’s ass in a rhythm, and kiran’s loud grunts echoed off the blows.

It was more than thirty, the blows didnt stop, but kiran was above that counting, in fact she never counted. Kiran just concentrated on her burning ass, and her boiling wetness. suddenly there was another change, lady has pushed two more fingers inside kiran’s wanting pussy. She tensed at the pressure and pleasure. Lady continued, this time pushing the fingers in and out, with the same rhythm of the blows. kiran lost her self, in dual sensations, both adding into her arousal, like never bofore.

Lady moved down as she sensed kiran had reached her peak, her mounth close to kiran’s ears, as she said, ” Orgasm for me, I know you want to..” Kiran closed her eyes, at the permission that was granted by the lady. Kiran pushed her self back over the fingers, wantonly. Kiran was more turned on, she was given a permission, that made her realise that from now on she would need to have a permission before having the truest pleasure of her life. lady stopped the blows, and just kept fucking kiran with her fingers.

Kiran responded quite eagerly, so close to orgasm. But she wanted something, something more, to drive her over the edge. she needed it too. very badly, as tears start to form in her eyes.

Lady sensed it, and she stopped, pulling her fingers out. kiran laid there, beathing heavy, sobbing slightly. Lady turned her around, so that kiran was laid over on her back. Kiran had closed her eyes and tears were spilling freely. Lady put her left arm around kiran’s neck, pulling her up, kissing her firmly over the lips. kiran responded, putting her arms around lady’s neck too. Kiran’s hug tightened as she felt lady’s fingers, invading kiran again, at her very door of her womanhood. kiran had still had her eyes shut tight, just experiencing this ride of intense pain and immense pleasure.

Lady fucked her, again, deep and mersiless this time. She broke the kiss at kiran’s moaning. She whispered , almost in kiran’s mouth. ” Open your eyes, and look at me.” Kiran opened her watered up eyes, looking at her, longingly yet shy and embarassed. She saw lady’s intense eyes. full of power, and the animalistic primal wanting. There! Lady granted kiran’s last need. as she looked deep into her eyes, lady spoke, “cum for me, now.” Kiran bit her lip hard at this and tensed her body, gripping the fingers inside. Lady firmly kept fucking her, as kiran came close to the edge, ultimately. Kiran sobbed as the powerful orgasm hit her. right through her pussy, moving up to her brain. And she exploded, right then. Over the fingers of her controller. the lady that she came to adore a lot throughout the evening. Kiran cried. as lady slowly pulled her fingers out and braced kiran close to her, holding her.

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My name is Priscilla. I’m a tall, slim and pretty young black woman living in Georgia. I work out extensively and I’m damn gorgeous if I dare say so. I’ve got face, I’ve got chest and I’ve got ass. Supermodels like Naomi or Banks can’t compete with the likes of me. I’m what the brothers from the hood call a dime piece. A perfect ten. Oh, and I’ve got brains too. I’m a student at Georgia Tech and I major in engineering. I’m also a lesbian and proud of it. These days, it’s summertime. Most of my time is spent hunting. Yes, I am a huntress. Actually, I am the Black Lesbian Huntress. Hunting other women for sexual encounters and thrills is my passion. I find other bitches and I hump them dry with my big strap on. Follow me, gentlemen and ladies. These are my adventures!

I first spotted her coming out of the grocery store. A tall and thick black woman with jet-black skin. Damn, this female was definitely in the thick of things. She was not exactly pretty in the face but she had some big ole tits and a thick body. This dame was bow-legged, wide-hipped and big-bottomed. I saw her coming out of the grocery store, cussing out someone she got into an argument with. Yeah, this female freak was one of those hood chicks. Rude, crude, and under the impression that she was all that. Well, men might let her get away with that but I certainly wouldn’t. It’s my duty and pleasure to tame bitches who think they’re all that. I walked up to her, and turned on the charm.

Gay people possess an innate ability to detect one another. I approached the big black woman and as soon as our eyes met, I could tell. She was family. She looked me up and down before licking her lips. Yeah, I could tell that she liked what she saw. I got closer, and gave her the once-over. Yeah, I let her know that I liked what I saw too. She smiled, and introduced herself. Thus, I met Rosa, my new target. She was coming back to Atlanta from Framingham, a women’s correctional facility in Massachusetts. Damn, this female antalya escort hoodlum really just got out of jail? I smiled, and we traded stories. I invited her to eat dinner with me at a fast food joint and I knew she couldn’t resist. Especially when I offered to pay for everything.

Rosa and I sat down inside Wendy’s Restaurant and we ate our burgers and fries. Man, after eating that junk, I’m going to have to hit the gym for at least two days. I’m a supermodel and a collegiate athlete, so I’ve got to stay in shape. Rosa was not concerned with her weight, or maybe she didn’t care. Hell, she devoured her two burgers and cups of fries before wolfing them down with some coke. Then, she asked me for mine. I let her have them. She told me about her prison experience. She did a stint in prison for assaulting an ex-boyfriend of hers with her shoes. A good-looking black stud she caught cheating on her with a white woman. He pressed charges and got her arrested. She was charged with assault and battery, and locked up for six months. Exactly what she deserved if you ask me. There are plenty of violent women in the hood. Bitches who think they’re all that. If you ask me, more of these hoodlums, both male and female, should do time. Word.

Rosa told me that because of her violent past, she got into trouble with many of the other female inmates. She fought against a big white woman named Nancy and put her in the infirmary. Rosa became such a troublemaker that she got put into solitary. Which really sucked because Rosa was bisexual and wanted to sex up some of the pretty young women she met behind bars. I looked at Rosa. This bitch thought she was so tough. Truly, she had no idea who she was dealing. Females often underestimate me. I’m tall and pretty, college-educated and athletic. Many of them think of me as a wallflower and not a physical threat. I’m quite strong, fast and ruthless. Hell, I’m almost a cold-blooded sociopath when the occasion antalya escort bayan calls for it. So this bitch should watch out. But she didn’t. instead, she was looking at me lustfully. I used this to my advantage. I told her that I hadn’t gotten laid in a while and had a thing for thick females with that jail glow. Rosa smiled, and told me that she knew just the place where we could do it. I smiled, and grabbed my nurse. We left the restaurant together.

Rosa and I ducked into an alley. The place was dark, near a tunnel. There was an old wooden table there. Rosa sat on it, then dropped her panties. She asked me to lick her pussy. I licked her pussy. I licked her good, fingering her wet snatch. I’m pretty good at eating pussy. Pretty soon, I had her squealing in delight. In no time, I made her cum. Her screams of pleasure filled the dark and empty alley. She looked at me, stunned into kingdom fuck once she calmed down a bit. Smiling, I told her that I wanted to play with that plump black ass of hers. At this point, she wanted more of my sexual magic and wouldn’t refuse me anything. So, I put her on all fours. I looked at her plump black ass. Damn, she had a big ass. I licked my lips, and removed my tools from my purse.

I grabbed a wicked sharp belt, and struck it at Rosa’s lower back. The shock got a mighty scream out of her. Knocked the wind out of her for a moment. Laughing, I withdrew my dildo from the backpack and strapped it on. I grabbed Rosa by those wide hips of hers before she could recover and thrust my dildo between her plump ass cheeks. She screamed as I rammed my dildo into her asshole. I put my hand over Rosa’s mouth as I began to fuck her. Her plump body shook under the force of my thrusts. Man, there’s nothing I love more than fucking a bitch in the ass. That’s how I tame them. I’ve fucked all kinds of bitches in the ass. White women. Hispanic women. Asian women. Middle Eastern women. Black women. My favorites escort antalya are those tough-talking dirty bitches from the hood. They’re all talk, most of them. Once I’ve got my ten-inch dildo buried in their assholes, they’re whistling a different tune.

I laughed as I slammed the dildo into Rosa’s booty hole. Even with my hand covering her mouth, the big black woman managed to scream. I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, reveling in the experience. I buried my dildo deep inside her booty hole. Down where the sun didn’t shine. I was taming that plump black ass of hers. I wanted to own her. Make her mine. As I fucked her, I lashed out at her back and buttocks with my belt. Yeah, her screams were music to my ears. I fucked her good. I noticed a change in her body language. Rosa was not struggling anymore. Instead, she relaxed and enjoyed. That’s good. See what I mean? Once I showed the bitch who was boss, she complied. I uncovered her mouth, and heard her beg me for more. Laughing, I thrust my dildo deeper into her booty hole. Fucking her was turning me on a lot. My pussy felt wet and my panties were damp. I continued to have my fun with her until I came, squirting girly juices all over my panties. I could tell that Rosa was experiencing the same thing. Her passionate screams changed in tone. Laughing, I pressed a button on my mechanical toy, sending artificial cum squirting deep into her ass. Her resulting scream when she felt my heated artificial cum filling her asshole was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.

Slowly, I withdrew the dildo from Rosa’s asshole. The big black woman lay on the table, subdued. Then, she turned around. To see me standing over her, face stern, wielding my strap on dildo with authority and power. She looked up at me, and smiled hesitantly. I didn’t crack a smile at the bitch. Why should I? Instead of smiling, I smirked. I knew she’d enjoy our fuck session. Arrogant bitches always secretly want to get tamed. I ought to know, I’m one of them. I told her to get going, and she obeyed. I watched her readjust her clothes and beat a hasty exit. Then, I smiled and lit a cigar. Damn, this was a fun day. I’ve tamed the meanest, toughest dyke ever to stride the streets of Atlanta. All in less than an hour. I wonder what I’m going to do tomorrow.

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Several hour passed before their mentors roused Amanda and Michel from their nap. Their morning routine had taken a heavy toll on them, and it was mid-afternoon when they woke. .

When she finally regained full consciousness, Amanda was startled to find her body espaliered to that of another woman. She had fallen asleep in Michel’s arms, and she awoke with her breasts pressed against and her legs entwined with Michel’s. During her sleep, her mind had been filled with a confused mixture of erotic images, but she had forgotten where she was and, after waking, it took several minutes for her to reorient herself. Michel, on the other hand, suffered no disorientation and soon rose to relieve her bladder. Following Michel’s lead, as soon as Michel reappeared, Amanda did the same.

By the time that she re-entered the bedroom, Michel and her mentor had left and Mary had brought in a tray with her lunch. While she ate, Mary told her that she would be free to spend the rest of day wondering the grounds and getting acquainted with her fellow trainees. However after she had finished her meal, Mary imposed one restriction on her freedom. In her hands she held for Amanda’s inspection a peculiar;y constructed garment. On the one hand, it was obviously some sort of blouse. On the other hand, it was equally obvious that its occupant’s modesty was not a priority of its manufacturer. Indeed, the fabric was a mesh made out of coarse strands knotted together to form small hexagons through which its wearer’s flesh would be clearly visible. In contrast to coarseness of the material, it was beautifully made and, from a distance, could have been easily mistaken for an expensive item coming from a boutique dedicated to haute couture.

“I see that you appreciate the quality of this blouse, and you will soon learn to appreciate its special attributes. Worn, as you are going to, with nothing between it and your skin, it will provide constant stimulation to your breasts and especially your nipples. which will poke through the holes. Every time that you move, the your nipples will shift from one hole to another, producing a delicious if somewhat frustrating sensation. You are to wear this blouse for the rest of the day and in bed tonight, and you are to resist the temptation to do anything which might relieve your nipples from the torment which it is causing them.”

Meekly, Amanda donned the blouse and did not protest when Mary drew and tied a strategically positioned ribbon which circled her waist and would guarantee that her breasts would be unable to escape from the tantalizing ordeal prescribed for them, and, as Amanda was soon learned, an ordeal is what it would be Having spent the morning being stimulated, her nipples were highly susceptible and soon responded by first poking through the mesh and then migrating from hole to hole at the slightest provocation. Further, the design of the mesh was insidiously clever. Each time one of her nipples changed holes, the coarse strands surrounding it would impede the transition and exert a little tug, As a result, her nipples quickly resumed the size and rigidity which they had achieved earlier under the pumps. Staring down at them protruding through her blouse, she shuddered at the thought of displaying her rampant teats if she were to follow Mary’s suggestion that she mingle with the other girls.

In spite of her reservations, because the alternative meant spending the evening alone with no distraction from her torment, Amanda eventually decided to leave her room and went down stairs. With each step, her generous breasts swayed, cruelly dragging her distended nipples from trap to trap as she descended. At the bottom of the stairs, she heard voices and, screwing up her courage, headed in the direction from which they came. Entering a large room filled with comfortable looking furniture, she found five girls, all approximately her age and all attired in ways designed to focus their attention on some portion of their sexual apparatus. Two of them were wearing blouses like her own, one of them had her breasts encased in a bra consisting leather straps which circled her them at their base and thrust them into obscene prominence, and two wore wide belts to which were attached straps that crossed their tummies on their way to their crotches, where they bisected their separated labia before re-emerging in the rear between their buttock and buckling to the back of their belts.

Seeing that her own plight was no worse than that of these other girls reassured Amanda. In addition, her vanity was gratified when antalya escort she noted that, with the possible exception of the girl with the straps binding her breasts,none of them had a better figure than her own. Thus, with renewed confidence, she introduced herself and was soon found herself engaged in conversation. Although she was curious about the stimulation which her peers were experiencing and, in particular, wanted to know what it felt like to to have a strap embedded between ones labia, she recognized that there was a tacit agreement to not inquire about such matters. Instead, in so far as it was possible to ignore the blatant exposure of breasts and genitalia, the girls behaved as if they were attending a conventional afternoon gathering. They maintained the same demeanor when, an hour later, they were called to dinner, where they sat primly on leather chairs at table and ate with silverware off of fine china dishes on linen placemats.

By the time that they finished, it was past ten o’clock. After bidding one another goodnight, each girl was escorted back to her bedroom by her mentor. When Amanda returned to hers, she realized how tired she was. Looking forward to sleep, she performed her usual ablutions and lay down on bed hoping for a good night’s sleep. However, before she could settle into the bedding, Mary leaned over and , after bending Amanda’s forearms toward her biceps, secured them in place by means of a sturdy cloth strap that ran behind her back at the level of her shoulder blades and attached to cuffs on her wrists. Seeing the questioning look on Amanda’s face, Mary explained.

“You have spent the day having your body systematically stimulated, and it is only reasonable to assume that you will be tempted to relieve the resulting excitement by masturbating during the night. Although we at the Cumberland School do not condemn masturbation per se, we feel that it can dull your senses so that you do not profit fully from the experiences which you are here to receive. For this reason, I have bound your wrists so that your fingers cannot reach that portion of your anatomy which is most susceptible to their touch. In addition, although your hands can still reach your breasts, you will find it difficult, if not impossible, to protect your nipples from the holes in the mesh which, each time you turn over or shift positions, will tweak them and remind you of the duress under which they have been purposefully placed. I wish you a good, if not entirely sound, sleep.”

Tired as she was, Amanda had no trouble falling asleep. However, her sleep was interrupted several times during the night. Each time that she changed positions, the mesh of her blouse forced her nipples into different holes in the mesh and held them captive to be while to scraped against the sheets. Unable to use her hands to either protect or console them, several times she was close to tears before she resigned herself to her fate and fell back to sleep.

The following day began in much the same way as the first had. Mary appeared carrying her breakfast as soon as she woke, and after a cursory inspection of her body, told Amanda to relieve herself before eating. When she had finished breakfast, Mary escorted her back into the bathroom and stood so that she was facing the full length mirror mirror hanging on the wall next to the sink. Mary then turned on the bathtub taps before approaching Amanda from the rear, removing the blouse, and reaching around to cup Amanda’s breasts in her hands. Pressing their undersides to thrust Amanda’s breasts forward, Mary placed the thumb-pads on the tip of each nipple. Having spent an entire day being stimulated, Amanda’s nipples were so sensitive that even this ephemeral contact was sufficient to arouse them. As she and Mary watched their image in the mirror, they blossomed on her breasts like the buds of small pink flowers in the spring. Once they were rigidly erect, Mary strummed them with her thumbs, alternately bending them up and down or to the side and then releasing them so that they would snap back to attention like little sentinels.

“I am very pleased to see how quickly your nipples have learned their lesson. Of course they will require further training, but they already know their duty and are able to perform on demand. However, they will not be the focus of your training session today. Instead, the center of attention will be lower down. To be sure that that region is ready for its lesson, I must prepare it. The preparation will entail my taking considerable liberties antalya escort bayan with the most intimate portions of your anatomy, but by now you should have overcome your inhibitions sufficiently to both allow and enjoy my ministrations. You may continue to take narcissistic pleasure in your reflection while I ready your bathtub.”

When the tub was full, Mary poured a cup of scented bath oil into it and bade Amanda immerse herself in the water. Because the water was quite hot, she hesitated for several seconds to give her skin time to adjust to the temperature before fully lowering her body into it. Intoxicated by the scent and warmth of the bathwater, Amanda found herself re-experiencing the dreamy state that her visit to the sauna had induced. As a result, she raised no objection when Mary began maneuvering her body into a kneeling position in which her buttock and nether regions rose above water level. Nor did she object when Mary turned her attention to this exposed region. Mary began by thoroughly scrubbing the backs of Amanda’s upper thighs and buttock with a washcloth. She then replaced the washcloth with a pumice stone which, as it rubbed over Amanda’s skin, scoured the blemishes missed by less astringent cleansing methods and replaced them with a pink glow usually seen only on a baby.

Having completed her scrubbing, Mary dropped the pumice and leaned forward until her face was inches from Amanda’s crotch. Brushing aside the pubic hair in the vicinity, she spread Amanda’s labia with her fingers and delved into the crevice in between As she anticipated, she encountered copious secretions giving unmistakable evidence of Amanda’s sexual arousal. Although she was glad to see this evidence, Mary continued her investigations with clinical detachment. Squeezing the sides of the of protective pouch in which in lay, with the fingers of one hand she forced Amanda’s clitoris to emerge from its hiding place and with the fingers of her other hand tested the responsiveness of that excruciatingly sensitive female organ. In all the many times that she had masturbated, Amanda had never experienced the bitter sweet torture which such intense stimulation provides, but when she instinctively shifted her body in an attempt to avoid further torment, Mary reprimanded her.

“Amanda, being a woman myself, I know full well how hard it is to allow ones clitoris to be exposed and manipulated. There is no other place on the female body which is as finely turned a receptor of sensation. Thus, ones natural inclination is to protect it from direct stimulation. However, to do so is to deny oneself the intense pleasure it can provide, and the purpose of your training here is to teach you how to discipline your body so that you can develop and realize its potential to give pleasure. For this reason, you must learn to resist your natural instincts and, at all times, keep your body available to me and others during your stay. Now, resume your kneeling position so that I can continue.”

Chagrined, Amanda returned to her kneeling position so that Mary would have unimpeded access to her target. Having steeled herself to the continued manipulation of her clitoris, she was disappointed when Mary turned her attention to her equally accessible anus, into which, without ceremony or warning, Mary inserted the nozzle of an enema bag. After opening the petcock which controlled the flow, she reached a hand between Amanda’s legs and massaged her belly to ease the passage of liquid from the bag into her entrails. Even after the bag was empty, Mary continued massaging Amanda’s lower belly, both to ease her cramping and to make sure that the enema would thoroughly cleanse her bowels. The last time that Amanda had been given an enema was when she was a young child, and so she was shocked and embarrassed to be administered one as an adult. Oblivious to Amanda’s distress, Mary continued massaging Amanda’s swollen belly for several minutes, preventing her from leaving the bath to discharge the liquid sloshing around inside her. When she did release her, Amanda was in desperate need and immediately rushed to the toilet.

Somewhat shaken by the ordeal to which she had just been subjected, Amanda hesitated before putting herself back under Mary’s control. Nonetheless, when Mary beckoned her to return to the bath, she complied and re-submerged herself into its warm fragrance. Having given her time to relax, Mary resumed the preparation of Amanda’s body for the day ahead. Again she had her kneel so that her crotch was available, escort antalya but this time it was Amanda’s vulva that was the target of her attention. Armed with a razor and scissors, she trimmed all of Amanda’s pubic hair in the vicinity of her crotch and then shaved the fluffy hair off her labia and the tougher strands between the cheeks of her buttock. Had Amanda not been already humbled by her enema, she would have protested such an affront to her sense of decorum and privacy.

After wiping away the residue left by her razor, Mary helped Amanda back to her feet and out of the tub. Standing her in front of the mirror, Mary first dried her with a towel, then coated every inch of Amanda’s pink body with a liberal dose of rose scented oil, and finally brushed her hair until it descended in a thick, straight column down the center of her back. Telling Amanda to stay where she was, Mary went to fetch an item which she had left in the bedroom. When she returned, she held the item up for Amanda’s inspection. If she had not seen such a device on two of the girls the day before, Amanda would not have been able to guess its intent. Furthermore, because she had seen only one after it had been installed, she had not realized what a complicated piece of equipment it was. Mounted on the strap which would run between her legs were two knobs, about whose eventual destination she had no illusions. In addition, she saw that there were more straps than she had remembered. These were attached midway between the knobs and positioned so that they would clasp her at the top of her legs. As she was to soon find out, the reason why she had not seen them on the girls yesterday was that, after they were buckled in place, they would sink into and be hidden in the succulent flesh at the junction of her upper thighs with her pelvis.

With a mixture of apprehension and growing excitement, Amanda watched as Mary fastened the harness to her body. Mary began by bucking the belt around her waist, making sure that it would lie along the line where her waist was narrowest and cinching it in place. With the other straps dangling from the belt, Mary next prepared Amanda’s waiting entrances for their visitors. Beginning at the rear, she covered the crevice between the cheeks of Amanda’s buttock with a layer of vaseline like lubricant. Then, placing a supportive hand on Amanda’s lower belly, she inserted a well-lubricated finger into her anus and twisted it around to make sure that the surrounding channel was thoroughly coated. Withdrawing her finger, she replaced it with the knob closer to the rear of the strap that would be buried in Amanda’s crotch. Having dealt with Amanda’s rear entrance, Mary turned her attention to the front one. With practiced skill, she spread Amanda’s labia to gain access to the pouch covering her clitoris. She then coaxed that tiny morsel to emerge from its hiding place and simultaneously inserted the remaining knob into Amanda’s vagina. Turning Amanda to face her, Mary knelt down to make adjustments to the crotch strap before hitching it to the belt. Of particular concern to her was that it be embedded deep enough inside Amanda’s vulva to allow her labia to partially conceal its presence. In addition, she wanted to make certain that Amanda’s clitoris would receive the full benefit of the strategically placed bump which was designed to exert constant pressure against its tip. When Mary was satisfied that all was well, she threaded the strap through the belt and, before buckling there, applied enough downward force to produce a slight dip in the otherwise straight line that the belt followed across her belly. Finally, Mary circled each of Amanda’s upper thighs with the remaining pair of straps, tightening them so that they sunk into her flesh and would press against the tendons in her groin.

Even before she took a step, Amanda knew that her day would be an ordeal, albeit one with compensations. Seemingly working in concert with one another, the invading knobs responded whenever she contracted either of the orifices in which they were lodged. Further, as she followed Mary back into the bedroom, she learned how diabolically effective was the protruding bump pressing against her clitoris. It both induced her clitoris to emerge and punished it when it did. Beseechingly, she turned to Mary for comfort and help, but the response she got provided neither.

“You will wear this harness until bedtime. Because of the enema, your need to move your bowels should be minimal, and every few hours, I will assist you when you need to urinate. You are prohibited from touching yourself below your waist. Our goal is to provide you the experience of losing control over the extent or duration of the stimulation which your body is receiving. The harness is an unrelenting mistress, one to which you must learn to submit. It is a harsh lesson, but it is a lesson is worth learning.”

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-XII-

“Next, please.” came Valentine’s voice, as she sat in the operating theatre alongside her friends. She had her special book open in her lap, with a plethora of notes begun. On the left side, she had a list of characters with space to write their eventual portrayer alongside. Only three names were listed. Her own, Blackmore’s, and Annie’s. Though Annie was apprehensive about taking the part of Puck, Valentine just knew she would be a perfect fit. So far, as Valentine had noted, five girls read for parts using bits from the lovers’ portions. Their names, and notes on their reading styles and body language, were listed in neat succession. As she finished scribbling a little something about the last reader, her new prospect took attention.

“Good day to you, lovely Miss Valentine.” The statuesque figure upon the stage, clothed elegantly in a sleek black gown, was a brunette woman of twenty-two with her hair pulled back into a thick braid. She wore round spectacles over merry brown eyes and had an upturned nose that lent a spritely air to what were otherwise somehow matronly features. “My name is Gwendolyn McFinn, Gwen for short. It is a pleasure to finally meet.” Tipping Valentine a wink, she brandished the pages given by the last potential actress, open to the proper lines. Valentine would be reading for Hermia in a quick-exchange scene near the beginning of the play.

“You as well, Miss Gwen. I daresay, after your reading, you might be interested in getting better acquainted?” The previous auditioning ladies had been plenty excited, eager to shine, but there hadn’t been such a personal undertone to their introductions.

“You guess rightly, darling. This simply seemed the quickest path toward my desired outcome.” Grinning, Gwen turned her attention to the pages.

“Allow me to begin.” Valentine cleared her throat. “Godspeed fair Helena! Whither away?”

“Call you me fair? That fair again unsay,” Gwen began, putting a little too much vigour and passion into the lines, as Valentine thought. Helena was too sad a character for this cheerful personage, but the purpose of the reading was to coax out the true talent of the potential actress. So she let Gwen continue for a spell. “Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair! Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue’s sweet air more tuneable than lark to shepherd’s ear- when wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear. Sickness is catching: O, were favour so! Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go; my ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, my tongue should catch your tongue’s sweet melody. Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, the rest I’d give to be to you translated. O, teach me how you look, and with what art you sway the motion of Demetrius’ heart.” Instead of bitterness, heartbreak and jealousy, what struck Valentine’s ear most was the sweet lilt of seduction in Gwen’s voice, and she held up a hand.

“Miss Gwen, might I ask you to look back a scene in your script, to the note that reads ‘Exeunt all but Lysander and Hermia’? I’d like to hear you read for Lysander rather than Helena. Helena does not do you justice.” Gwendolyn grinned, and beamed her pleasure upon the audience seated below her.

“I should be happy to. I was hoping to play either Lysander or Demetrius- you have a sharp ear, don’t you darling?” The young lady Godwin returned her smile and waved a hand.

“You have a certain undeniable vim about you I cannot overlook.” A wry smirk passed from one mouth to the other. “Please, when you’re ready.” Gwen nodded.

“How now, my love! Why is your cheek so pale?” The sultry, deep tone of the speaker’s voice suited these lines so much better than Helena’s. “How chance the roses there do fade so fast?” The tall brunette on stage raised her hand as if stroking the cheek Lysander so mourned, and this was exactly the spark Valentine was looking for. She gave a swift, meaningful look at Rosamund, whose familiarity with the play was a great asset in casting. Excited, the woman read the next line, building the exchange.

“Belike for want of rain, which I could well beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.” Hermia was not yet cast, but Valentine tried to express the character’s upset to make the read more authentic.

“Ay me! For aught that I could ever read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.” The passion in Gwendolyn’s reading was much better suited, and the audience was stirred. “But either it was different in blood…”

“O cross! Too high to be enthralled to low.”

“Or else misgraffèd in respect of years-“

“O spite! Too old to be engaged to young.”

“Or else it stood upon the choice of friends-“

“O hell, to choose love by another’s eyes!” The conversation between the lovers reflected their distress at the harsh choice imposed upon Hermia (death or a nunnery), should she not wed Lysander’s rival Demetrius. The laments on the obstacles of true love they exchanged were foreshadowing for the crux of the play- beylikdüzü escort soon Lysander would propose they elope and begin their comedic foray into the wood. Valentine was already fairly certain Gwen would be a good fit for this part, but wanted to let her take the next short monologue. In the meantime, she listed Gwendolyn’s name in her book and underlined it, bringing it closer to Rosamund and silently entreating her companion for her opinion. Looking briefly over, her eyes sparkling, Rosamund read the notation and nodded, wonder on her face. She squeezed Valentine’s hand, and both continued to watch. Annie was rapt on her friend’s right side, distracted from sketches of costumes. Gwen delivered her next lines with power.

“Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, war, death, or sickness did lay siege to it, making it momentary as a sound, swift as a shadow, short as any dream, brief as the lightning in the collied night; that, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and Earth, and, ere a man hath power to say ‘Behold!’ the jaws of darkness do devour it up. So quick bright things come to confusion.”

The line of ladies burst into applause, bringing a blush to the speaker’s visage, and she laughed, giving a bow.

“Excellent, Miss Gwen! Thank you for the wonderful read. Would you care to join us while the auditions progress? We can all become better acquainted afterward.” Snatching her skirts up to descend the stage, the freckled miss graciously took the invitation and brought herself to the front row.

“I’d be delighted! Who might I have the pleasure of meeting this fine afternoon?”

“Rosamund Mariner,” the lass answered first, extending her hand. Gwen took it in a cordial shake, smiling gaily. “You have excellent poise and diction,” the shipwright praised glowingly.

“Annie Tailor,” said the waif, also presenting a hand. “Tha’ was lovely,” she gushed. “It’s already so much fun, and we’ve barely started!”

“Annie will be acting as our costume-mistress, and Rosamund will be in charge of set design and a few delightful effects to make our performance more magical.”

“How delightful!” Gwen purred, adjusting her spectacles. “Will either of you be auditioning for roles?” At the question, Annie pinkened slightly.

“They want me to read for Robin Goodfellow,” the young one said hesitantly. “I don’t know if I’ll be any good… I can barely understand some of the lines.”

“Don’t worry, my sweet,” Valentine soothed. “Rosamund and I will help you. Puck’s role is the most fun in the whole play, I promise. If you truly don’t wish to do it, we won’t make you. You’ll be quite busy with the costumes.”

“I see why you would cast her as Robin,” Gwen said with a soft chuckle. “She has a spritely air, does she not?” Sweeping grandly into the seat next to Rosamund’s, the young Scottish woman leaned toward her new companions to continue conversation. “And you, Rosamund, what role would you like?”

“I’m going to read for Hermia or Helena, and perhaps Bottom,” the beauty replied. “I enjoy the Mechanicals’ silliness, but the lovers have got some of the best scenes in the whole play.” She sighed, placing her chin in her hand. “I can’t decide whom I’d rather portray.” Valentine gave a soft hum behind next to her.

“I rather think we should read you for Helena first,” the devious one said. “I’d love to see you as Bottom, but I’d rather not cast you as a figure of mockery, as he is. I believe you could capture the essence of Helena’s plight quite well, and then the entire asylum would see you turn her misery to joy.” Rosamund sat up, considering this.

“I think I take your meaning,” she returned, playing with the braids that fell down her shoulder. “Helena endures the scorn of her lover, and later interprets the magic of the love-juice for a cruel trick played on her. Not unlike the way I’ve been treated here.”

“Exactly. If we cast you in the role of the woman scorned and then blessed, it would show everyone that you are not a figure to be tormented.” Valentine’s chief goal, after all, was to unify these women.

“That I am worthy of friendship and love,” Rosamund declared, warming much to the idea. “Because of course I am.” Her friends, new-minted and slightly less so, smiled.

“Damned right,” the minx hummed.

“Seems like an excellent choice!” Gwen put in, to be encouraging.

“Tha’ does sound like a perfect fit,” Annie added. Before them, the next reader emerged onto the stage, and Valentine stood to pass her the script collected from Gwendolyn, flipping back to the initial scene she was having everyone read.

“Excellent! This is going well,” Valentine declared before seating herself once more. “Rosamund, we’ll read you at the end and try to find ourselves a Hermia and Demetrius first. Let’s continue!”

Auditions commenced with much gusto, and Valentine was pleased to see many different women come to try their skills. She was able to determine who had the best chance of learning beylikdüzü escort larger parts and who might be more comfortable in a smaller role. Several bit players were cast easily, and eventually she had some strong contenders for the main roles. Final choices would be made as a group effort later.

While all that was going on, August sat at the back of the theatre, monitoring the proceedings and attending to some business of his own. Since the arrival of Lady Godwin’s letter (and subsequent arrival of a letter from Edith to his woman), the doctor had decided that he should write the esteemed aunt himself. If Edith Whitlock were the only relation that actually cared for Valentine, it seemed right that he pass information about her care to the woman. His letter held much of the same information as the one he’d sent to her parents, with a slightly different start.

To Madame Edith Whitlock,

My name is Doctor August Blackmore, of Mistress Halifax’s Home for Stricken Ladies. I’m writing, Madame, because you seem to be the only family member of one Miss Valentine Godwin that I can contact that has concern for her. It seems only right to me that I make every attempt to reach someone who cares for the young lady. My efforts to establish contact with the Lord and Lady Godwin have been… unsuccessful, to say the least. Therefore, I turn to you.

He described Valentine’s condition and repeated the invitation to write him before finishing the letter with one final sentiment:

Thank you, Madame, for loving this young woman and for your continued support of her. I wholeheartedly believe your presence in her life has kept her as well as she is.

I would be grateful for your response.

August dated and signed his letter to Edith and placed it aside for the next day’s mail. He had, then, personal letters of his own, and smiled seeing the name and address listed on the first. Home. His beloved family had written him.

Och, Auggie, the letter began.

Maun ye talk in riddles, ye infuriating man? Come hame! ‘Tis been an age since we, yer own flesh-and-blood, have set eyes on ye. I ken ye were hurt, but tae leave Edinburgh for sae long out of shame? Damn it, Auggie! Whit’s this nou, about niver being ‘the same man’ agin? Ye werna the same man when ye left. If ye dinna come hame as ye were, can ye even say ye are me brither?

In spite of the letter’s vigourous annoyance at his absence, August had to smile. The love of his very youngest sibling shone through even though the words were rough. The Blackmores were a large family; seven children altogether, of which the doctor himself was the second son. Second child, as a matter of fact… The Blackmores were a rowdy crew of strapping young Scots all down the line, right up to the youngest, his dearest ‘wee ane’. August had been nine or ten years of age when his mother gave birth to the last bairn, but the two children had nevertheless bonded fiercely as soon as the little one began to talk.

The doctor smiled fondly all the way through the writ. His parents had also posted, but August always sent two letters back home: one for the family, and one for the wee one.

Me lief, A’ll tell ye a secret. Dinna yet tell the rest. They willna understand hou much things hae changed for me, and why A maun dae whit A will dae. In time, A’ll tell them mysel.

A’v found my wumman, wee ane. She came tae me here, whaur A niver dreamt A’d find her. She’s sae bonnie, quite glegsome- and sae wild. Completely my match, in every way. A haena told her, and willna tell her awhile yet, but A luve her, me lief. The lassie holds my heart, and she belangs tae me. Aye, she’s given me hope agin- A feel renewed.

A’ll come hame as soon as A can, but A’ll na come withoot me lassie.

The letter continued on a new tack, asking after the family and the presses back home, and all other usual queries August would normally make. It was always his favourite time of the week or so, when he received his letters from home. How he missed it so.

Born and raised in Edinburgh, August’s parents had raised their entire family in the printers’ trade. As a result, they’d all developed into healthy readers and seekers of knowledge, and all of them could work the presses well. The ‘wee ane’ was most enamoured of the work, and out of all the Blackmore children, would likely be the one to take over the shop when their father could not see to it any longer. None of the others begrudged the loss of it; printing was hard, painstaking and time-consuming work, and all but the youngest of his clan had felt the urge to seek their own path in life. Why, August’s only elder brother had gone into the trade of tattooing! A most unusual choice for the first-born son of a printer, but his work was unutterably beautiful, and his passion for the craft was plain as day.

August smiled. His woman’s body was a perfect canvas for pieces of living art, and he desired very much to place a mark upon her skin beylikdüzü escort that would outlast every lash and every touch of rope, but only when she was his for all time. Valentine had surrendered her physical desires and her lust to the doctor, but she did not even understand her own heart. In regard to that, his courtship would be careful and patient, because for August Blackmore there was only one path he wished to take regarding the lovely and ferocious woman he’d chanced to discover.

Marriage.

Oh, certainly, his sense of honour was at play. He’d deflowered her, unwed, and he intended to debauch her quite thoroughly before he was through, but the moment she surrendered to his arms… that was it for him. Nothing but a life-long bond would satisfy his need for Valentine, and marriage would also be the neatest way to ensure that the two of them could remain bonded as ‘Master’ and ‘slave’ for the rest of their lives.

He smiled impertinently to himself. The hard part might be in convincing her to accept his suit.

The afternoon continued briskly, and August checked in on his patient every so often while the auditions were happening, but the efforts largely went on unabated. He was able to complete his letter-writing as well as more notes, until his pocket chimed. Reaching toward his vest, he withdrew his watch and glanced at it. The supper hour was nigh. Blackmore gathered his papers and stood. He walked toward the front of the theatre.

“Miss Godwin, I hate to interrupt, but we must be leaving soon. Might I trust you to gather these ladies and prepare to depart while I stop by my office? Wait here for me to return and I shall escort you all to your repast.”

“Of course, Doctor,” his woman replied. “We’ll begin finishing up for the afternoon and be ready when you return.” He gave a short bow and departed, to set his things on his desk and gather whatever he might need to meet the men later.

Once he was gone, Valentine prepared to read Rosamund for the part of Helena, but rather than having her perform the scene everyone had been working with, she flipped her pages to something further in the play. A scene between Demetrius and Helena.

“Rosamund, turn to act two, scene one, and skip over all the fairies to where it says ‘enter Demetrius and Helena, following’. I’ll prompt you.”

Standing at the last upon the stage, ignoring the unsavoury looks from the rest of the company, Rosamund straightened and put pride in her bearing. No one would be allowed to cow her ever again. It was strange to think that it took merely one rebel to turn against the tide of public opinion and ‘allow’ her to attain her rightful status as equal to the other patients, but Rosamund remembered too well the crushing, suffocating weight of their contempt. By herself, she’d been overwhelmed, voiceless. When one was rendered to nothing by a sea of faces that did not match yours, how could one stay afloat?

A lone buoy appearing on the waves meant the difference between life and death. Now, someone had run into the fray to lend her strength, and that was the world to her. If only a few thus far, Rosamund had gained allies, enough to continue the battle. It was time for her to demand her rights, and not to be swallowed up. She would show them what mettle she held. What character, what beauty, what pride!

The pages turned in her hands, and she nodded. Valentine smiled, and read.

“I love thee not, therefore pursue me not.” Doubtless, the fetching, intelligent Rosamund had heard many variations of those harsh words in her time, and Valentine put a snarl of condescension in them to mimic it. “Where is Lysander and fair Hermia? The one I’ll slay, the other slayeth me. Thou told’st me they were stolen unto this wood; and here am I, and wode within this wood, because I cannot meet my Hermia. Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.” The lass onstage took a deep breath, and summoned all her years of pain, humiliation, isolation and yearning, and poured them all back out into the words of a long-dead poet.

“You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant!” The society she had long been excluded from, metaphorically represented by Demetrius. “But yet you draw not iron, for my heart is true as steel. Leave you your power to draw, and I shall have no power to follow you.” The desperation and longing in the lines, Helena to her scorning lover and Rosamund to the company she only wished to join, was clear. The room fell to a hush, surprised and captivated by the power of that voice in such need.

“Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair? Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth tell you, I do not, nor I cannot love you?” What else had anyone ever said to her? Save her family, Valentine was sure.

“And even for that do I love you the more. I am your spaniel and, Demetrius, the more you beat me, I will fawn on you. Use me but as your spaniel- spurn me, strike me, neglect me, lose me; only give me leave, unworthy as I am, to follow you.” Though the mischievous Godwin doubted very much that Rosamund would ever beg her detractors to beat or neglect her, the young lady nevertheless poured all of her frustrations into the lines. The power of her emotion struck Valentine breathless. “What worser place can I beg in your love- and yet a place of high respect with me- than to be used as you use your dog?”

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My heart was a jack-hammer as I reached toward the smooth skin just below the hem of my lover’s ebony miniskirt and began to slowly slide my hand up her alabaster leg, my curved fingers tracing their path along the delicate flesh of her inner thigh. The flashing lights of the strip club intermittently illuminated us as my hand moved upward, the hem of her short skirt moving to make way for the hand which was rising toward her waist. She was looking steadily forward at the gyrating forms on the stage, feigning impassivity as if by her refusal to acknowledge what was happening she could write it out of existence. I stopped only when my fingers encountered the silken down of that hid her sex, and then I reached across to her other hip, pulling that side of her skirt back across her wide hips, bunching the skirt firmly about her waist. Although not visible to me, I knew that her naked, pantiless loins were fully visible to anyone looking in our direction, lit by the pulsing lights which streaked across the club. Only now, her condition inescapable, did she turn her anxious, probing gaze toward me.

“Part your legs,” I told her, my breath catching in my throat like the sputtering of an engine on a cold morning. I felt her quiver in hesitation for a moment, like the feel of a stereo in the floor beneath your feet, before the space grew between her thighs, exposing her fully.

Her eyes were shining, questions and hesitation carved upon her face, underscored by her beylikdüzü escort alcohol-fueled acquiescence. Her crimson lips parted slightly, a steam-like gasp escaping from between them as I raised my hand and pulled her bare-midriff top upward, exposing her right breast with its thumb-thick, thimble-sized nipple which was already saluting me. My lover’s right arm jerked robotically in an instantly-aborted but instinctive move to prevent her exhibition. She knew as well as I did that the group of four men sitting directly to our right had a clear view of her breast, could clearly see the signs of her arousal at being treated so. A gulp rippled down her throat as I pulled the left side of her top to match the right, placing both breasts now in a state that matched that of her exposed pussy.

My hand shook almost imperceptibly as I took her right breast in my left hand, choosing that one so that the table of testosterone to our right could witness clearly as I began to pinch and pull at the tender flesh, making my lover begin to squirm with both pleasure and embarrassment. The sense of power washed over me like an incoming tide of exhilaration as I took the other nipple as well, freely tormenting my quietly panting lover’s breasts as the bar’s patrons looked on, her submission to me at that moment like a beacon drawing their eyes to us. Desire painted upon her face, my companion’s head fell back as she closed her eyes, hiding antalya escort from herself the vision of the spectacle which she had become.

I released her right nipple with my left hand and slid that hand down her bare belly and across the gathered fabric of her now-useless skirt, coming to rest below her waist. Slowly, deliberately I began to tease at the cleft of her sex as her breathing became ragged, almost torn.. I could tell that the black male sitting just to her right was discretely fondling her right buttock as I did so, but I pretended not to notice lest I break the spell that had descended upon us all like a heady incense, an incense that filled the atmosphere and muffled all thought not connected with the submission unfolding before me.

It was the fondling of her steaming pussy that finally brought the management to our table, breaking the tableau. We left soon after that, though she remained exposed until we had done so.

As we saluted the passing taxis, wrapped in shadow and light upon the city street, I whispered to my still-stunned lover that she would be required to have her skirt around her waist and her legs spread once we were within the cab. I slid in first, stopping in the middle of the seat so that she would be near the passenger door, maximally visible to the driver should he glance solidly back. She dutifully, almost defiantly pulled the sensual material of the black miniskirt above her waist antalya escort as I had directed as she settled her half-naked body into the cool vinyl embrace of the seat. I guided her left knee as her legs were spread widely apart. My right hand descended to the hidden warmth of her cleft as the taxi began to move and my left exposed her left breast to my torment of her over-ripe, swollen nipple. I fondled her there in full view of our hesitantly-peeking driver until the cab pulled over our the entrance to our building.

There was one last instruction awaiting her on this night. My chest felt as if it were constricted by a heavy rubber band, my mind inflamed by the heady liquor of the power to which she was submitting on this night as I said, softly, “Keep your skirt pulled around your waist until you are on the sidewalk and I have joined you.” The wide pools of her eyes spoke mutely as she turned her face toward me and nodded almost imperceptibly as I slowly pulled her top once again across her shockingly-hard peak upon her breast, the slowness with which I covered her breast in view of the driver making her more naked than the actual exhibition had been.

She slid from the cab, standing on the sidewalk in full view of the driver as I paid him slowly, all ivory nakedness from the waist down save for the furry darkness of her loins, lit brightly in the streetlight above. The bunched material of her skirt above her waist made her more naked than if she had been wearing nothing at all, pulled the eye inexorably to the darkness of her exposed sex. Obediently, her face soft in her surrender, she pulled her skirt down only when I stood beside her on that street, lit all the more brightly by the blaze of the desire which had been set loose between us on that night.

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