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Author’s Note: Sorry it took me so long to get the next part done, especially since it’s so short. Hopefully noone is too disappointed. The story continues beyond this, for anyone who’s curious, and will get back to the philosophical a little more.

Laura laid back comfortably on her bed and thought; something which she’d been doing a lot in the past forty-eight hours. She didn’t have all that much to think about, but she found herself working in circles.

She gently stroked her dirty blonde hair, whirling it around her finger and leaving a small curl as she pulled away.

Two days ago, Laura had come face to face with a deep ethical question. It was something that most people never have to deal with, because they either have siblings or they don’t. She was somewhere in the middle.

She was born without siblings and raised by a variety of people. The system tried to accommodate her, but such things are never perfect. She was thirteen by the time a family finally adopted her for good. Now they were her family, plain and simple.

About that same time however, she started to have fantasies about physical and emotional intimacy. The object of her chemically overloaded mind became her older brother. The few people who she shared this information with told her that it was completely natural and it would go away when she got a big older.

Just two days ago, she had been confronted by her all of her fantasies. She was eighteen now, and yet her lust burned just as strong as it had when she had been ‘crazed’. Maybe she was still crazed.

Either way, she couldn’t escape from the realization that she felt an overpowering attraction towards her brother.

‘Normal sisters don’t have to worry about this sort of thing’ she said to herself, as if that fact helped her at all. She’d been repeating that to herself for almost two days, and it didn’t make it any easier.

Many of us are caught in situations like hers, pacing back and forth or lying immobile, paralyzed by the decision that we must make. It isn’t usually the decision at all that we struggle with, but more the justification for the choice we know that we’ll eventually get up the courage to make.

An hour more spent staring at the ceiling was all it took. She slid around on her bed and sat up, facing her closed door. Her clothing was strewn between her and the handle, cast aside hurriedly as she had made her way to her bed that morning. She could never relax with clothes on, and she needed to have a clear mind to make such a huge decision.

She stood, tiptoed around her shirt and panties, and gripped the door handle firmly. As she twisted, she heard the familiar click that signalled the lock disengaging. She pulled, and it swung open silently, revealing the empty room beyond.

She swungaround and went back to her bed, laid down, and began waiting. She was done thinking, done deciding, and done justifying. Now, she was ready to act.

Not ten minutes later, she heard a familiar shuffling above her and heard the door Bycasino close. She waited still. Moments passed.

“Laura? You down there?” Kevin called.

Not sure what to say, she simply remained silent. It wouldn’t be long until he walked down the stairs. He always did.

She sat up on her bed and again faced her door, now swung wide open. Her mind was racing with anticipation. She was nervous, but excited as well, and couldn’t quite tell which sensation was stronger.

There was a slow, quiet series of thumps as Kevin gradually made his way down to the basement.

“You there, Lor?” he called again.

This time, she spoke up.

“I’m in here” she replied intently.

Kevin picked up his pace as he walked past the large couch, rounding the corner into her room. When he entered, he stopped abruptly.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Lor, I didn’t realize you meant you were naked in here” he said, turning around.

Even as his head spun away she could feel his heavy gaze examining her pert breasts and falling for a moment between her legs. From his angle he’d only been able to glimpse her bush, but it was an improvement over the last two days. She’d barely said a word to anyone and had spent almost every waking hour inside her room.

Even in that second, he’d caught enough of a glimpse of her chest to bring back the images that their experience had burned into his mind. Kevin could remember the soft globes that he’d wished he could touch and caress. He could see every dimple, every freckle, and the soft milky tone – offset by the light red of her hard nipples.

He just stood there, so she decided to push him a bit further.

“I thought about what you said, and I agree with you. I just really felt embarrassed with what I said, so I needed some time to think before I could talk to you about it.”

Kevin slowly turned to face her again. She felt his eyes lock to her breasts once again. They were even more beautiful than he’d remembered.

“You know I love you, right Kevin?” She asked, putting on her best cute face. Kevin melted and smiled.

“Of course I do. I love you too, Lor.”

She stood and walked over to him, swaying her hips, letting him get a flitting glance of her slit.

Reaching up with her arms, she motioned for him to hug her.

He leaned down slightly and pulled her into his arms. Kevin could see straight down at the small of her back, which rolled out into her round ass cheeks. They billowed out from her body slightly and she bent over a little to make them even more pronounced. The sight of her lower cleavage sent ripples or warmth up to his face. He felt himself getting hard and tried to end the embrace, but she held on.

“I want to tell you something, Kev. It’s kind of weird, so just let me finish before you say anything.”

She could almost feel his gaze flowing up and down her along the slender groove of her back, where her nearly invisible hairs gave texture to her velvet smooth skin.

Kevin nodded vigorously, hoping Bycasino giriş that he would be freed before any other thoughts popped into his head.

“When we were thirteen, I started having these dreams. At first, they were just jumbled thoughts and feelings. Then they started to get more lucid. I’d be playing with you and I’d touch your…thing…a little. Eventually they got more intense. We’d play around for a bit, then you’d try and touch me and I’d run away. Then you’d end up chasing me around, and we’d tumble around and play until I’d give up, then you’d climb on top of me and…well you know.”

At this point, Kevin was just about crying out. His dick was rock hard, but jammed up in his pants and constrained. He was actually in a decent amount of pain from the condition.

“Now we’re both eighteen, and things have changed a lot. We’re family and all now. The funny thing is, I thought they’d go away. But the other night after you caught me touching myself, I had another one.”

Kevin was at a complete loss for words. He managed a mumbling sound as he felt his little sister’s hands meet between them and unbuckle his belt. Pulling back a bit, she unzipped his jeans and pulled them down with his boxers. His swollen head caught on the elastic for a moment, but she manoeuvred it free. It was a proud seven inches of hard readiness and sprung free as soon as she pulled it loose. There was already some pre-cum oozing from the tip.

“I love you, Lor” he repeated, seizing her and kissing her passionately. “I love you in more ways than a brother should.”

Pulling one hand free from his arms, she slid it down his chest until she felt his dick again. Gripping it firmly, she began pulling it back and forth in long strokes.

He paused to take off his shirt, and then began kissing her again.

Her lips were sweet, the flavour of the bubblegum lip-gloss she used. He pushed his tongue through her stiff jaw, and felt her relax once he began exploring within her. She felt the intrusion and decided not to let it go further. When she felt his hand gently touch her inner thigh, she pushed him away.

She held her legs closed, revealing nothing to him.

“No” she said, smiling.

“Don’t joke about that stuff. It’s serious. If you say no, I have to stop” Kevin replied.

He approached her and kissed her again. When he tried to touch her breast, she grabbed him hand and held it just shy of her silky skin.

He pushed his hand closer, but she swatted it away. He reached for her back, but she spun away from him. He found himself following her as she made her way around the couch. He saw a flash of red between her legs as she ran, but nothing much.

As they made their way around, she continued to push him away. She began running and he followed, as she threw pillows at him.

As she rounded the front of the seats again, he grabbed her arm and she tripped on a pillow, landing on another. He fell with her, landing just beside her.

He grabbed a breast Bycasino deneme bonusu with his mouth and sucked on her now stiff nipple, only to be shoved away. He grabbed a hand and she tried to scramble away, but he grabbed a leg and an arm as she tried to move. She fell back onto the pillows.

Her muscles relaxed and he watched her slowly and carefully pull her legs under her. She raised her ass slightly and held still, waiting. Kevin crawled around behind her and sat in awe. Her soft red folds were exposed slightly from within her puffy outer lips. Her nub was glistening and he could see drops of juice dripping from her smooth slit as it eagerly prepared for him.

Not knowing any hesitation, he mounted her and positioned his rod at her moist nether lips.

Reaching around to her chest, he began massaging her beautiful orbs in circles, kneading them gently to accentuate what was about to come.

As the tip of his head touched her folds, the outer skin caught. There was near silence around them. He pushed forward and felt her tight opening squeezing him. The exposed head of his cock slid out of its sheath and slithered deep into his younger sister, making a wet sliding sound which was framed by her heavy panting.

He began pumping her, in and out, slowly. His thrusts were careful and considerate, knowing that she hadn’t had sex more than maybe once or twice.

“Oh” she called, excited by the sensations. She’d masturbated a lot, but none of those feelings compared to what he was doing. She accidentally broken her hymen at sixteen with a dildo that a friend had loaned her. Thinking that she was being judged, she had said that she’d had sex the year before. One stroke later, she was in pain and confused, with the toy inside her. Yet not even that compared to the real thing.

Feeling her tension within easing, Kevin pushed a bit harder and faster.

“Mmm” she moaned in approval. “Take me Kev. I’m yours. You won me, now do whatever you want with me.”

Hardly able to contain himself, Kevin started driving into her even harder. He could feel himself bottom out inside her, six inches in, his head bumping against the entrance to her womb. He pulled back a bit to avoid it, but continued to slide deep into her as he made his way towards release.

All of the strange role-playing and dirty talk from his little sister had him pumped up more than he’d been since he had first had sex. It was like a different experience altogether.

Just as he was going easy, he felt his Laura’s passage tighten around his shaft and the friction increase a lot.

“Oh god, Laura. If this keeps up, I’m going to cum any time now” he moaned.

Pushing deeper with his last few dozen thrusts, he felt himself bump up against her cervix again.

“That’s yours too, Kev. Don’t you want to take me for yourself? Use me, breed me, fill me up with your seed, please.”

With that, Kevin felt a jolt of excitement surge through him. As wrong as it seemed to his conscious mind, it rang true with something deep inside him. He felt himself thrusting wildly into his sister, her pussy squeezing and sucking him, until a torrent surged out from his tip.

She felt a burning warmth in the depths of her passage and farther within, filling her and spilling deeper and deeper inside her.

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This is a depiction of my unique experience. It contains some graphic accounts of strangers learning about themselves and a little of each other.

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My phone rang one fall evening here in Seattle and I answered. The call was from a lab partner to discuss some missed material from class that morning. Two minutes into the call, my cordless phone picked up an entirely different conversation. I said ‘hello’ but no one seemed to hear my voice. They continued talking clearly as if they were in the next unit. My lab partner was long gone and as I went to hang up and call him back, I heard the word ‘punishment’ from the gentleman. I brought the phone back to my ear and listened to the discourse.

Girl: “What will happen to me?”

Man: “You’re going to be stripped naked and whipped.”

There was a long pause.

Man: “Would you like that, Kelly?”

Girl: “I… I would, sir.

Man: “I want you to drop what you’re doing…”

The phone went into static and then a dial tone.

I nearly panicked. I stood there looking at the phone wondering how I could tap into the call again but there was no way.

The call must have been nearby so I ran to the window of my apartment. It was almost dark with only one or two people in view. I shut the lights off and looked at the buildings up and down the street. Just as I realized the odds against actually seeing this person, a young woman walked out of her building and toward the bus stop. It was a girl I recognized from the bus ride to the university. She was a very cute but quiet and never seemed to notice me in spite of the many times we’d waited at the stop.

I had to follow and see where she was going. I ran to the alley to get my Honda but she was no where to be seen when I pulled out on to the street. I drove in the direction of the university and did not see a bus. There were many stops on that route and I would have caught up with it if that were indeed her bus. She must have gone toward the city.

I parked my car at an available spot at the curb and walked up to her building. It was an old place with eight units and I noticed the lobby door was propped open with a rolled up newspaper. This seemed like an open invitation to go in and take a look. I scanned the mail boxes and saw only one with the initial ‘K’ preceding the last name. Unit three must be hers.

The girl had left in a hurry and the door to her apartment was locked but not completely engaged and with a slight push, I was in.

The apartment looked like any other. She was tidy and there were several books and a notepad with pens. I picked up the phone and hit the re-dial button. After four rings, a recorder picked up and a man’s voice very similar to the one I’d heard earlier instructed me to leave my name and number. I hung up.

While I snooped around a little more, I saw a local independent newspaper and began to thumb through it. By the time I came across the personal ads, the phone rang. I let it ring and the call went into voice mail. At that moment I saw that an ad had been circled and cut from the section that deals with alternative lifestyles. Perhaps I was on to something. I called *69 and retrieved the number of the last incoming call. I wrote it down and left the apartment just as I found it.

My next line of business was to get to a nearby coffee shop and pick up the same edition of that newspaper.

Fortunately, there were a couple copies left and I quickly turned to the back to find the ad I was looking for. My heart pounded as I read the ad over and over.

“Master seeks slave for punishment and sex”

The phone number was the same, but of course there was no address. Unless I could find a reverse directory, I would have to wait to follow her again (if there was to be a second session).

I returned to my apartment and called my lab partner. I kept an eye across the street the entire time but saw no one enter that building. I shut the lights off and waited. It was like a scene from ‘Rear Window’ as I waited for her to return. By 11:00 that night Kelly returned to her apartment building. I watched her go in and disappear into the darkness. Her unit was in the back corner and I would have to run down to her window to see anything – which is what I did.

I watched her walk from the bathroom into the bedroom and back again. I stood against a tree and out of the light so could see her in either window. She shut the bathroom light off and went into her dimly lit room and turned the blinds. I scrambled to the window and could see a sliver of her room as she proceeded to undress. She turned away from the mirror to examine her back side.

That is the moment I realized it was for real.

She had lash marks up and down her beautiful curves. I stood staring Bycasino and growing harder by the minute. She didn’t seem to lament over the whip marks but savored them and caressed the welts. She reached up and shut the lights off as I scurried back to my apartment.

–

The next morning I was alone at the bus stop. Kelly probably had a later class that day but I hurried home and kept a watch on her place. I tried to study but became preoccupied with my neighbor’s little secret. I was agonizing over it, in fact. I did not see her for two days.

I decided to give the Master a call.

There was a brief pause after he picked up his phone.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Master?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said in the same tone.

I hung up. It occurred to me I had not blocked my number but he did not call back fortunately.

As the sun was setting, I saw her leave her building. This time my car was ready and I managed to follow her. Her bus route led her closer into town and I saw her walking away from it. I let her walk a block before almost catching up to her and then parking. Soon, she walked up to a small brick tudor.

I parked my car at the curb away from the house and sat. A man let Kelly in and glanced directly toward me before closing the door.

Well, I was right where I wanted to be but didn’t know what to do now. I didn’t have the nerve to go peak in the window so I sat.

I was watching the house intently and didn’t realize someone had approached my driver’s door from behind. The man rapped my window with a ringed finger.

I rolled my window down an inch or two to see what he wanted.

“Wont you join us?” he asked.

It was the same man with a recognizable voice.

“Join?” was all that I could utter.

“Come with me,” he said as he opened my door.

I got out and he shut my door behind me. I felt very unsure as we made our way up his walk.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Carl,” I replied.

“You shouldn’t hang up on people, Carl. I’m going to punish you for that.”

My face grew hot and I remained silent.

I want you to keep quiet once we’re inside. Do you understand?” he said.

I nodded.

We walked into his house and he took my coat for me.

“Please remove your shirt, “ he said as he patted me down.

His hand rubbed my inner thighs then gripped the knot in front. I gasped slightly but remained stoic.

Once my shirt was removed he grabbed my wrist and swiftly locked a set of handcuffs around it. I pulled my free hand away until he held out his hand waiting for the other. I obliged and soon was bound by the arms. He gave me a tug and guided me downstairs. His basement was unfinished and less like a dungeon than I envisioned. The man led me into another room where Kelly was standing and handcuffed to the ceiling by a rope. She had been stripped to her panties and a latex hood covered her head.

Master pointed to a chair that was surrounded by hair trimmings. There were long and short strands of dark hair that had obviously been shorn from Kelly’s head.

The master removed his coat and pulled a whip from his selection. He was shirtless and wore tight latex pants with a removable codpiece.

I was scared for myself but mostly for Kelly. The Master looked serious as he arranged his grip on the whip’s handle.

“Are you ready for the whip, slave?” he asked politely.

“I am, Master,” she said surprisingly calm.

The man wound up and laid into her back. This whip had three or four cords and the pain was apparent even with the hood on. She drew a hard breath and held it for several more blows. Finally she shrieked from the pain and danced in place. Her black panties did nothing to prevent the sting as the whip crossed the shiny fabric.

“Hold still, bitch!” he said as he moved around in front of her.

“Spread your legs!”

Kelly reluctantly widened her stance about two feet.

He took his position and began with a strike to her front left thigh. She screamed and brought her knee up a little. She straightened her leg as her other thigh was whipped. He then surprised her with a minute of continuous whips to her small breasts that rippled with each lash. Her hard nipples took the blows and remained erect despite the intense burning.

Master stopped momentarily and wound up like a windmill for a direct shot between her legs.

She buckled and shrieked while throwing her head back

I was extremely aroused and covered my crotch to suppress my erection.

Master set the whip aside and released Kelly from the ceiling. Her beaten body swaggered as he led her to a padded coffee table of sorts. He caressed her tiny waist and felt the globes of her buttocks Bycasino giriş before announcing his next move.

“You took your punishment well, Slave. I’m going to reward you now. Bend over, slut.”

I watched him unsnap his pouch from his black latex pants.

She stared straight ahead as he bent her over the table. Her butt was perfect as he slowly eased her panties down her thighs. She instinctively raised each foot as he removed them completely. She couldn’t have been more accommodating. He gently wadded the panties up and looked for a place to set them.

He glanced my direction and looked again to see me with my cock in my hands. He smirked and tossed the panties my direction as if giving me a consolation prize; a second place ribbon. I picked them up from the floor as he proceeded to line his member up with her ass end.

I pulled the furrowed panties open and could see and smell the product of her arousal. The sweat soaked sides were irresistible as I brought the fabric to my face.

Master wasted no time in fucking her. Her response was horrible as she screamed in pain. To my shock, Master was giving her an anal penetration that was slow but determined. I was relieved to hear her words of encouragement as she let him know the pain was wanted and deserved.

I used the fluids from her panties to lubricate my busy hand and brought myself to orgasm immediately.

After releasing myself on the floor, I stood wondering about my next move. My thinking became clearer as I decided I should probably make a hasty exit. I stuffed the panties into my pocket and began to leave. My pace increased as I headed toward the door. Master was oblivious to my departure since I could still hear Kelly’s shrieks from his continued pounding. I grabbed my coat but forgot my shirt there. I was grateful my hands were bound in front of me instead of behind. Driving was challenging enough.

I was left with a strange feeling about the entire episode. There was nothing about the scenario that didn’t turn me on: The pain, dominance and submission, the hot coed and the well-hung master. The man was going to punish me and I was oddly aroused by that. It was too much for me for one night so I returned home and sat by the window awaiting Kelly’s return. I worked on the cuffs for several hours before releasing one side and then the other. I sat in the dark with her panties clutched to my face as I drifted off.

A shadow caught my attention around midnight as Kelly approached her building and unlocked the door. I had carnal knowledge of that evening and was privy to the fact that at that moment she wore no panties. The panties were in my hand and you can guess what was in my other.

Friday morning arrived and instead of leaving at my usual time, I waited for Kelly and followed her to the bus stop. She wore loose fitting clothes and a baseball cap. I said ‘hello’ to her and when she turned to respond, I could see her eyebrows had been shaved off, too. She was such a beautiful creature with a perfect nose and petite features that made me want to propose to her right there.

“Hi. How are you?” she asked.

I was astonished she said anything at all. We continued talking all the way to campus and then parted ways.

My life had suddenly taken a turn for the better, albeit a strange turn.

I had to say something to her. I went to her apartment and rang the buzzer. She was on the phone when I walked in and held her finger up to let me know she’d be done in a moment. I looked at the familiar room and stared out the window at the tree beneath which I’d hid.

“Hi. Carl, right?”

“Yes,” I said but then went blank.

“How are you?” she asked with a playful but unsure look.

“I have something of yours.”

Kelly smiled and looked to my hands and pockets.

“Something of mine? What?”

I pulled out her panties and handed them to her.

Her face turned white.

“How did you get these?” she asked.

“I thought you were in some sort of trouble so I followed you to Master’s home. He pulled me inside where I saw everything.

“Everything?!”

“Mostly. Do you pay him?” I asked.

“Pay him? No…no. I was just experimenting; just curious,” Kelly explained.

“But why would you follow me?” she asked

“Was the experiment a success?” I asked.

“Why are you grilling me?”

“Were you satisfied?” I pressed on.

“Satisfied? No.”

Kelly looked away and paused.

“You’re addicted, aren’t you? You’re going to return to him?”

Kelly was embarrassed and losing her patience.

“Yes. Why?! Who are you to judge…?”

“I want to join you. I want to be a sex slave.” I interrupted.

Kelly bit her lips to suppress a smile. Bycasino deneme bonusu

“Do you have any idea what you’re in for? He’ll whip you until you bleed and then fuck you hard. He doesn’t discriminate between women and men.”

“I realize that and it’s half the allure,” I said. “ I’ve been craving a heavy hand for a long time and at any cost.”

“There’s a cost, all right. Have you considered a dominatrix?” asked Kelly.

“Not really. Isn’t that just for show? I need someone who will overtake me from the start; inflexible and unsympathetic,” I said.

“Some women could kick your butt!”

“I know I’ll reconsider at the last moment. Then, I’ll get home and wish I was in submission again. That man wouldn’t stand for it. He’ll shut me up but quick!” I insisted.

“Carl, I can hardly sit since my last session,” she warned.

“And it serves as a constant reminder,” I said as I moved a little closer.

“It…it does,” she replied as she looked down.

“Is it a turn on? Do you masturbate often?” I asked.

Kelly looked up with wide eyes before beaming with a smile.

“That’s just a little personal! What do you think?” she whispered.

“I think I’m coming,” I said with urgency.

Kelly’s eyes darted between both of mine before looking down to see the bulge in my slacks.

Kelly paused then placed her open palm against my cock as it peaked out.

“On your knees, bitch!” I said half-jokingly.

Kelly let out a laugh as she kneeled and removed my cock from its confines.

I pulled her cap off and held her newly shaven head in my hands as she took in my entire length.

My pulsating member lasted a minute before Kelly removed it clean from her lips.

“See?” she said and swallowed again. “I’m a total whore! I could do this day and night. Shouldn’t I be punished?”

“Would you take off your clothes?” I asked.

“Okay. I guess you’ve already seen me naked once.”

She removed her top and set it on a chair. She shimmied out of her sweatpants and put her fingers under her panty’s waistband.

“These, too?” she smiled.

“No. I only want to see the whip marks.”

“There’s more under here, too,” she said as the panties fell to the floor.

Her beautiful petite body was crisscrossed with fading lines from a whip. Her face was red with embarrassment as I examined her curves. The whip had made its way around her tiny waist a number of times and her hips were adorned with the lines of direct shots.

Half of her arousal was the humiliation of being examined as I circled her.

“Humans are animals, you know. Animals are sexual creatures. Sex isn’t something of an anomaly. It’s what we’re about. Don’t be ashamed,” I told her.

“I need more than just sex, Carl,” she said with a sigh.

“I know,” I said as I walked behind her. Her butt was nice and round and I grazed her with my hand.

Kelly took a deep breath.

“Bend over.”

She leaned over and brought her elbows to her knees.

Her inner labia was unusually long and hung from her completely shaven pussy. I reached up and rubbed it between my fingers.

“You should have this pierced,” I suggested.

“Tonight…Master says so…he will,” she uttered breathlessly.

I began to stimulate her with my tongue and pinched her nipples.

“Are you close?”

“Almost,” she said. “Keep talking naughty.”

I felt odd and didn’t know what to say other than what I already knew.

“I’m a slave,” she said. “What happens to slaves?”

Kelly began strumming her genitalia as I reminded her what was in store.

“We’re going to strip you naked. You will be collared and leashed and led to a room where you’ll be whipped repeatedly before having your nipples and pussy pierced. Then you’ll be bent over and…”

“OH!” she shrieked as she buckled her knees and fell onto me.

“That was it?” I laughed.

“That was great! That’s what it’s all for,” she said as she picked up her clothes.

“Can I go with you tonight?”

“No, but I’ll mention your interest to Master. It’s up to him.”

I was about to leave when she tossed her panties to me. Then she tossed me the ones that I brought to her originally.

Wear them tonight,” she said with a wink.

“Please come over to my place when you return. No matter what time,” I begged.

“Maybe. We’ll see,” she said with a smile.

I went home and tried in vain to study for an hour.

Then my phone rang.

“You shouldn’t have left,” the voice said.

I hung up the phone. A strange sense of regret came over me as I stared at the phone.

A minute later it rang again and I answered.

“Sorry, master,” I whispered.

“You will be punished,” he said.

“What’s going to happen to me?” I asked

“You will be stripped naked and whipped.”

I grabbed my growing cock from within Kelly’s panties.

“Would you like that, Carl?”

“ I…I would sir.”

–

TO BE CONTINUED

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Once you’ve made what you know to be a kick-ass amateur porno. A movie you know is far superior to the regular fare available on the internet amateur sites, you feel the need to get it to the public and expose it a larger audience. You immediately balance off the risk of personal exposure and embarrassment with the desire to disseminate what you believe to be superior erotica to a wider audience. You want to know your fellow aficionados appreciate the finer arts of your movie making expertise and the efforts of your sweaty, cum-covered starlet. The danger of course, is public exposure leading to embarrassment and ridicule. This is the conundrum I was left with after filming an amazing cum swallowing home video involving a sweaty, greasy cum-smeared slut by the name of Jane.

Jane is a thirty year-old innocent-looking fuck machine, with librarian good looks hiding a subservient personality. She is petite with soft milky white skin, a narrow waist, a plump (not fat) ass that resembles a large peach and large heavy all natural breasts with large chewy nipples. She has the kind of body that makes you want to grab a fistful of flesh and plow a furrow. Jane had just finished an amazing video-taped cum chug and swallow session with me as swordsman not two weeks before. The session and resulting video was incredibly hot, featuring the sticky cum pig’s swallow talents on show, milking my cock and balls and augmenting the fresh load with a weeks worth of my masturbated ball slop; all of which she consumed with a cum-splattered smile. I converted the tape into a high quality amateur porn video via editing software on the laptop and burned it to disk, knowing the boys would get a kick out of it at our local poker session. Keen on their feedback, I was amazed and somewhat disturbed by the deafening silence in the room at the end of the showing. Breaking an awkward silence, I threw my cards on the table and asked collectively, ‘what do you think?’

There was a long pause until finally Stevie broke the awkward silence and said, ‘Dude, you’ve got a live one there!’ I could tell from the stunned silence and uncomfortable shuffling that the video tape had made a huge impact on the assembled crowd and was far superior to the murky hidden camera sessions displayed at our previous parties.

‘Is there any way we can meet this babe?’ Justin asked. In reply, I suggested that we convene the next poker party at my place. The response was a resounding ‘You’re on dude!’ which made me think the lads were expecting far more than the audio-visuals.

The next day, given the positive feedback from my poker mates, I resolved to continue the ‘degrading downward spiral’ of my naïve, trusting subservient cum slut. Planning the poker party for the following weekend, I was now committed to pushing the boundaries of my relationship with Jane. Basically, I resolved to see just how far I could make this cum bunny go. I wanted to breakdown the slut’s inhibitions and self-respect to such a point that she would fuck, suck and swallow the seed of any man I picked for her. With just over six days until show time, I needed to fully prep the slut, both physically and (more importantly) emotionally.

The physical part was easy; I purchased some ‘fuck me’ high heels from the local porn shop. With 6 inch heels, I calculated these shoes would accentuate her peach-shaped ass and would give the boys something to hold onto as they fucked her. As for lingerie, I thought about purchasing some and then dispensed with the idea thinking there was no reason to empower the slut, better to leave her fully exposed and vulnerable.

The emotional part was more difficult. I needed her to ‘jump’ that gap in our relationship between monogamy and subservience to my command. I wanted to farm this slut out, and in doing so, I needed her to willingly open her legs, mouth and labia for any man that I pointed to. Her emotional state was fragile (aren’t they all?), so I needed to tread lightly. I needed to tap into her basic carnal urges and totally smash any fragment of inhibition left.

On the positive side, I was sure this slut had a history. Based on her performance to date, I was sure she had a dark past that only needed to be exposed she always begged for cum in general; a subtle difference which made me think she had previous experience in group sex and gang bangs.

‘Well my little darling,’ I thought, ‘you’ve fallen out of the fry pan and into the fire.’

The first step was to arrange the male side of the equation. A series of phone calls and emails made it clear to the lads that it was on for the weekend. The twist however, was that entry to my house the following Saturday would require a full glass of cum. Expecting protests & questions, I explained my previous trick of masturbating daily into a glass in lead up to Bycasino the weekend to ensure a respectable volume of ball slop for the cum pig’s subsequent consumption. I was surprised by the quiet acceptance of the entry fee. Obviously, the DVD screening the previous weekend left a lasting impression.

The second step was the big one, convincing Jane. When you take a risk like I was proposing to do, you roll the dice. On the one hand it can result in the loss of a girlfriend. Any self-respecting woman would say, ‘fuck you!’ if told she was booked in to fuck however, once confronted with them, will beg, crawl naked and totally debase themselves to make it happen.

In order to get her agreement, I needed her verbal permission beforehand. I couldn’t risk setting up the scene only to have the starlet no-show on me. Lying in bed five days before the weekend, I softly licked her neck and whispered while spooning her, ‘Remember when I had you naked in my living room, nuzzling my crotch and I brought out the video camera?’

‘Mmm,’ she said, ‘That was nice’.

‘But when I said to you, “that’s not all…” You looked scared and shot a glance at the door, why?’ I asked, hoping for the right answer.

She paused, and whispered very faintly, ‘…because I thought you had invited your friends over to use me…’

Past the point of no return, I continued, ‘And if I had invited my friends to use you and they’d walked through the door, what would you have done?’

After a long pause, Jane replied in a barely perceptible whisper. ‘…. I would have fucked them…’

With that reply, I new I had my green light. Nothing more was said. I returned home the next day and phoned her that night. I indicated that she needed to come to my house on Saturday.

‘Isn’t it your poker night?’ She asked.

‘It is but you’re the special guest….’ I replied, with enough double meaning to send a clear message.

There was complete silence on the other end for what seemed an eternity, until finally Jane whispered quietly, ‘…is 8 o’clock OK?’

‘That’ll be fine.’ I said.

‘What should I wear?’ she asked, to which I replied abruptly, ‘Something you don’t mind getting stained & dirty.’ And I hung up the phone.

The next five days was spent in growing anticipation. I had no communication with Jane and the lump in my stomach grew larger and larger. With breathless anticipation, Saturday finally arrived. I had the high heel shoes laid out in the doorway, and the boys, all six of them, were noisily drinking beer and swapping stories around the kitchen table. The ‘entry’ fees were lined up on the table. Six glasses of milky spunk, some full, some not so full. A lot of banter over who had collected the most spunk rolled around the table until it was unanimously decided that Al won hands down. His glass easily contained over half a beer can of milky sperm. Eight o’clock came and went and a few of the boys were on their third and fourth beers when they began to shoot me nervous glances.

Finally Stevie said, ‘Dude, I think she is a no-show.’

As I was about to reply the door bell rang… You could have heard a pin drop in the place.

I unbolted the door and swung it open. Standing in the door way was Jane, dressed in a raincoat with a belt. ‘Come on in and take your coat off…’ I said.

‘I’d rather not.’ Jane replied, before squeezing past me and pecking me on the cheek. ‘Can I use your bathroom?’ She asked.

‘Sure, and put these on …’ I told her, handing her the high heel shoes.

Her eyes caught mine as she took the shoes and stopped. The guys laughter echoed from the kitchen as she stared into my eyes and after a long pause said, ‘Do you really want me to do this?’

‘Yes.’ I croaked in reply, for the first time in our relationship not sure if I had gone too far.

Gazing into my eyes with a pleading expression, the spell was suddenly broken when Al cracked a loud blathering fart in the next room. Jane swallowed, stared at the floor, tucked the shoes under her arm and shuffled into the bathroom. Minutes later, as I waited in the kitchen hallway and exchanged some banter with the boys, I heard the bathroom door open behind me. This was followed by the click-clack of high heel shoes on the tile floor. The chatter in the room suddenly stopped dead. I noticed wide-eyed expressions on the boys before turning around and beholding a sight which will stay with me forever.

There stood Jane, naked except for the high heels I had given her. Not one for much make-up, she had liberally applied lipstick and eye shadow which gave her a slutty wanton look. Her large pendulous breasts sat upright with rubbery extended nipples, her labia were aroused, fully swollen and clearly visible hanging like two fat flaps out of her shaved crotch. Bycasino giriş Her plump peach ass and thighs, accentuated by the high heels glowed alabaster white. Her whole body was covered by a slick, oily sheen of baby oil. Evidently, Jane brought a bottle with her and prepared her herself in the bathroom for the coming fuck and swallow session by pouring the oil all over her skin. I was amazed and incredibly turned on by the thought that this women had travelled across town dressed only in a raincoat with a bottle of baby oil in the pocket. It also reinforced to me that she was no first-timer at this kind of thing. Obviously, she had oiled up for gang bangs before knowing a horny group of guys would get turned on by the sight of an oil-covered cum slut.

She gazed at each guy in turn before spying the seven glasses of splooge on the table. Once she realized what it was, she let out a barely perceptible groan and her shoulders seemed to slump slightly. She stood still attempting to look sexy; however, she seemed unsure of where to put her hands, which she continually clenched and unclenched above her shaved, oil-soaked pussy.

Finally she turned to me and nervously said, ‘Well?’

‘Check out this fucking slut!’ Justin hissed, followed by murmurs from the remaining crowd.

‘Gentlemen, allow me to introduce CUM PIG!’ I exclaimed loudly.

The next sounds were the scrapes of the chairs as six guys rose in unison. Jason saddled up to her, grabbing one butt cheek and one tit in each hand, ‘Not bad dude!’ He said as he pinched her ass and looked her up and down as if he was assessing horseflesh.

Jane brushed him aside and click-clacked over to the table where the glasses of cum sat. ‘Is this for me?’ She asked to no-one in particular. Not waiting for an answer, she picked up the nearest glass and attempted to throw it back. Unfortunately, her attempt to gain control of the room embarrassingly failed as half way through she must have realized it was too much for one chug. She stopped, gulped and was about to finish the glass when the full funky taste of the slop overcame her. She gagged, spluttered and quickly drew her hand to her mouth. Sperm leaked from between her fingers as she placed the half-emptied glass back beside the other five and struggled to hold the slop down.

‘Sorry’ she spluttered, fixing me with a puppy-dog look. It was then I realized she was trying desperately hard for my approval. However, I was in no mood to let her off the hook, ‘Finish the spunk CUM PIG, and don’t spill any!’

She reacted like she had been slapped, and quickly turned back to the glasses lined up on the table. She licked the sperm off her palm and fingers before picking up the now half-empty glass. Wiping her greasy lower lip with the back of her hand, she obediently threw back the remaining slop. This time it all stayed down and Jane sheepishly scooped up the last remnants of spunk in the bottom of the glass with two fingers before putting them in her mouth and sucking them clean.

At this point, most of the guys were still dumb-founded by this plump, oiled, large breasted, high-heeled naked slut who had just walked into the kitchen and consumed a glass of sperm.

‘So, how did I taste?’ Al teased her.

‘Mmm, very yummy…’ She replied licking her greasy lips. ‘Try some?’ She said and eased toward Al in a clumsy attempt to french kiss him with her sticky tongue. Al was having no part of it and pushed the oily slut away. Embarrassed by the rejection, Jane stood in the middle of the room naked & blushing visibly despite the sheen on her cheeks, not sure of what to do next. She nervously looked at me for any cue.

I let her stew in the awkward silence that followed to break down any lasts shreds of self-respect before giving the lads the thumbs up and saying, ‘OK, boys, fuck the shit out of this cum pig!’

With that, it was on. Six guys moved in a coordinated scrum and cleared the chairs away. The cum glasses were moved aside and my naked subservient girlfriend was hoisted onto the table, and laid on her back, legs in the air. The lads began shedding clothes and positioning themselves around her. My idea of the high-heels seemed to work out as Callum grabbed a hold of both heels and wrenched her legs apart.

Jane lifted her arms, ran her fingers through her hair and seemed to steel herself for the coming storm as Justin’s cock, which was now conveniently freed from his pants plopped three-quarters erect on her forehead. Al reached around Callum and began lewdly pulling Jane’s fat labia apart to reveal her wet and glistening fuck hole and clit. The obvious wetness made a mockery of any attempt at shyness on her part.

At this point in the proceedings Jane locked eyes with me. It was hard to judge, but I’m sure I saw a pleading Bycasino deneme bonusu expression which suddenly made me stop and think, what the hell am I doing to this poor girl? Just as my conscience began to take over, I noticed the greasy sperm residue on her lips from the glass of spunk she had consumed. At the same time Callum began wet slapping his erect cock against Jane’s meaty labia. I shot a leering smile at her which made her look away, eyes watering. I was spared further trauma when Justin turned her face and stuffed his cock in her mouth causing her to momentarily gag and blow a chuff of air out her nostrils.

I could write four or five chapters on what transpired on that kitchen table. Suffice to say Jane endured an hour of hardcore fucking. The boys ploughed into her without respite, exchanging positions, laughing and high-fiving. I took my turn halfway through but most of the time stood back and directed traffic. Making sure the video camera, which I had dug out of my bag, captured all the action. Periodically, I bent over the greasy slut and horked a spit ball on her belly button; adding more slime to the baby oil and sweaty mess which pooled in the cleft around her belly button. Occasionally one of the lads would say ‘Feeding time!’, and Jane’s head and shoulders would be pulled up and supported so one of the lads could pour a cum-filled glass down her gullet. She struggled visibly with the stale, no doubt improperly stored ball mayo and seemed to dry heave on several occasions. However, like a trooper, she kept it all down. Most of the cock-fired cum shots were caught on her cup-shaped tongue; however, the inevitable misses and over spray soon made Jane’s face look like a glazed donut. In between the third and fourth glass of ball juice, I looked down at Jane and was fascinated to see three black curly pubic hairs plastered to her right cheek as she busily lathered Don’s balls in build up to his impending wet release. Don winked at me as he jacked his fat prick.

‘Aaah, that’s good!’ he grunted, then blurted out ‘FUCK!’ with a huge exhalation of air as Jane quickly released the suction on his balls and caught the thick white lumpy load on her slimy tongue. Playing the consummate cum slut for the video, Jane looked at the camera and blew frothy cum bubbles as part of a huge milk moustache before swallowing the mouthful in one gulp. Don patted her wet cheek before turning to me and saying, ‘Did you get that shot! This is one nasty pig!’ I nodded with a mixture of disgust and fascination.

At this point, Jane had swallowed multiple cock shots and four glasses of cum and was visibly struggling. The air in the kitchen had become oppressively hot and humid with seven guys and one girl working at a furious pace. Jane was now a cum splattered mess. It was getting very difficult for the boys to get a good grip on her for leverage due to the pool of sperm, baby oil and sweat. The smell of stale cum filled the air and I was reminded again of the primordial effect this smell had on sluts like Jane. In the midst of the scrum, Jane’s nostrils flared visibly as she inhaled and savored the pungent vapors emanating from the glasses of cum and sticky cocks.

Halfway through the fuck session, Simon caused a short delay in proceedings when he instructed Callum to pin her ankles behind her ears. Callum complied and Jane’s peach-shaped ass rose off the table, exposing her fat labia and wrinkled anus. Before I could click onto what he was trying to do, Simon had popped his swollen cock head through Jane’s oil-soaked brown button, well south of the hole allowed in the ground rules.

Jane’s reaction was immediate, she lifted her head off the table, pursed her lips in a big fleshy ‘O’ shape and began making a strange monkey sound as Simon eased the full length of his impressively thick, veiny club up her fundament. Callum kept her ankles pinned as Simon began pistoning his cock in and out of her poop chute. Jane’s neck arched and her monkey sound turned to more baboon grunts as she clawed at the slippery oil-soaked table screaming ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ repeatedly. Eventually her grunts morphed into more guttural moans as her sphincter relaxed and Callum reached full penetration; his hips slapping against Jane’s inner thighs.

Anxious to keep some control of the proceedings, I interjected, ‘Whoa, big feller.’ ‘Get your cock out of my girlfriends ass or you’re going home, understand?’ With that, Simon shot me a ‘party pooper’ look and slowly withdrew his greasy pole. Once it was fully out, Jane’s anus gaped red and wide before quickly winking shut.

Jane took the opportunity to break free and clumsily slip and slide up onto her knees in the middle of the table. ‘Wow, I need a break.’ She blurted out to no-one in particular while wiping the leftover spunk from her greasy chin.

Now, it’s difficult to take a girl seriously with a face plastered in ball slop and pubic hairs. Nevertheless, I quickly encouraged her to see the session through by saying to her in a low determined voice, ‘Come on baby, just a couple more loads.’

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My breath was ragged. I was utterly overwhelmed by the power of the orgasm I’d been brought to at his hands. I felt more than a little dazed. He loosened the bonds on my arms, which had developed needles and pins and had long since gone completely numb.

Free again, the blood began to circulate through the veins of my arms, pulsing in time with the throbbing that continued between my legs. I was completely surprised when he took me in his arms and held me close to his long, lithe body. His breath was deep and loud next to my own. He cradled my head against his chest and spoke softly in my ear.

“Now that you are mine,” he said, “you must learn to trust me completely.” His left arm snaked around my waist and drew my hips close against his, and I felt his cock against me – hot, hard and ready for more action. “In time, you will come to understand exactly how I wish you to please me. And in doing this, you will learn that total submission will always lead to your own satisfaction. You have nothing to fear from me. You are my pet, and your wellbeing is of the utmost importance to me. Even in fear you will trust me without question. Do you understand?” I nodded my head against his chest. His arms tightened against my skin.

“From now on, you will always answer me verbally, and you will address me as Master. Understand?” he said. I went to nod my head again, but caught myself.

“Yes Master,” I acceded.

“Good,” he said. “Now little slave, I am going to fuck you.” And with that, he turned me in his arms so that I faced away from him. “Get on your knees,” he said. I raised myself to a kneeling position, my arms hanging loosely by my side. He placed his hands on my hips, then ran them both up the bare skin of my back and around to my breasts which were swinging free like heavy pendulums. I felt his body move against mine as he cupped both breasts with his hands, then moved his fingers deftly to my already erect nipples. He rolled them gently, then took them between his thumbs and fingers and began to slowly squeeze, increasing the pressure until Bycasino my mouth dropped open and I gasped at the pain. Yet he did not release me, but maintained his grip until I felt aflame all over again.

I dragged in a jagged breath and arched my back, pushing my butt out and plunging forward to my hands. He released my nipples. “Excellent,” he said, returning his hands to my shoulder blades. His right hand moved forward to the base of my neck. His left dawdled down to my hip, and gradually I realized he was forcing my face downwards to the bed. I bent my arms to bend to his wishes and as if in approval he reached up and grabbed my loose hair, wrenching my head back to examine my face. He began to grind his hips against my ass, his hard cock barely touching my slit, yet driving me mad with anticipation. A moan escaped my lips, so he turned my face and forced me to bury it amongst the pillows.

He drew his body away from me momentarily then thrust his hot hard cock deep within my cunt with such force, my face scraped forward against the cotton slips. Yet I could not cry out because he continued to hold my head down. The feeling of his rod driving into me, in and out, slowly at first then with an increasing speed felt like being rammed with a red, hot poker. With each thrust he drove himself deeper, the head of his cock scraping across my g-spot with every jab. I was sure I had stopped breathing in order to surrender totally to this man who I hardly knew yet had accepted as my master. Just as I began to feel my climax building within my loins, he withdrew and I wondered if I had done something to displease him. I felt his hand between my legs rubbing back and forth, not to please me but to collect the juices overflowing there. He parted my butt cheeks with one hand, and lubricated my tightly puckered ass with my own juices dripping from the fingers of his other hand. In a split second I realised what was what going to happen and in the next he had thrust his cock up my virgin ass, not even bothering to allow my body to decline the invasion.

Pain Bycasino giriş seared my body as he began to pump furiously at my ass. I couldn’t believe how excruciating it was, and yet I felt my body surrender to the sensation as I began to push back against his hips involuntarily begging for more. He reached his left hand around to my burning clit and began to rub it with his fingers. He pumped and rubbed alternately and I felt the growing sensation of my climax return to my body.

“Do not come until I say,” he said with the utmost control in his voice. He was truly a master at work. I was incapable of saying anything at that point – my body had taken over and I was at his mercy. I felt a sharp crack against my right butt cheek as he said, “do you hear me?” all the while continuing to pump his cock in and out of my hole. I turned my head from the pillows and snatched a breath of air.

“Yes,” I said, and felt the hot sting of his hand against my ass again.

“Yes, what, you insolent slave?” he demanded.

“Yes, Master,” I replied, my eyes rolling back in my head as I desperately struggled to maintain control over my climax.

He pumped harder and harder into my ass until I thought surely I would split in two. Yet he maintained the same rhythm, his fingers still rubbing my clit relentlessly. Every muscle in my body was tensed in anticipation of the rocking orgasm I knew was approaching. Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly take any more, the speed of his thrusts dramatically increased and he began to cry out in pain.

“Now, my slave, now,” he exclaimed. “Come for me slave!” And with his fingers still on my red clit I allowed my body to give in to his administrations and was overtaken with an orgasm, the power of which I had never experienced before. As I did he released his hot load deep within my ass, placing both his hands on my hips, and holding my body to him while he felt the full force of his own climax. We were frozen together for a moment, lost in ecstasy. Then I felt his arms circle my waist, his torso leaning Bycasino deneme bonusu forward against my body and he allowed me to relax my pose, his cock still buried in my ass. We lay there for what seemed like an eternity, our breathing returning to normal, my senses in total overload.

His body was hot and wet against mine. We lay there together, and I felt completely possessed.

“Come,” he said quietly in my ear. “You may bathe me now.” His arms released me and he stood up from the bed. He held his hand out to me and I took and allowed him to lead me to the bathroom.

“Turn on the shower,” he said and I obeyed his command. He stepped under the powerful water jets and handed me the soapy sponge. I rubbed it lovingly all over every square inch of his chiseled body, familiarising myself with him intimately. I found myself on my knees, my face buried in his crotch, my arms wrapped around his legs, and I began to sob with gratitude as his stroked my hair under the streaming water.

“You have done very well for an initiate,” he said. “But this is only a little taste of what it will take to truly serve me. I have no doubt that you are capable,” he said, and when I heard those words, I wanted nothing more than to submit myself to his every whim.

We left the shower and I toweled him dry. He honoured me by doing the same for me. He wrapped a robe around himself then led me back to the bedroom where my dress still lay abandoned on the floor. He picked it up and lowered it over my head, fastening the ties at my neck. He retrieved my shoes and held them out for me to slip my feet into. He came back to me and lifted the skirt of my dress. He slid two fingers between my slit then pushed them directly into my pussy.

“This belongs to me now,” he said. “Share it with another and you will be punished. Understand?”

“Yes Master,” I said, my body beginning to become aroused again by his touch. He withdrew his fingers, then inserted them in mouth and allowed me to lick them clean.

“When I call you, be prepared to do exactly as I say,” he said.

“Yes Master,” I replied. And with that, he escorted me to the door.

As I rode the lift to the lobby, then walked out of the hotel and stepped into a cab, I wondered how long it would be before he summoned me to serve him again.

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You come home to find the place empty, a single handwritten note your only clue as to what lies ahead for you this evening. My scrawl is unmistakable and the instructions simple,

“Everything is laid out on the bed, I will return at 7. Be an amusing toy for your Mistress and you will enjoy yourself a great deal more. Make sure you take care in getting ready, I expect a pretty nancy boy awaiting my arrival.”

Mystified and with growing excitement, you enter the room to find everything as promised. Your cock jerks in response to the myriad of small containers, brushes, and glosses that meet your eyes. You unstopper a few of the bottles and find a scent you like, applying it gently to your pulse points.

The small brush feels strange in your large hand as you dip it into a pot of powder, noticing that the colors chosen all suit you well. A million tiny kisses sweep across your skin as the soft covering falls into place. The creme’s and pearl pressed eyeshadow go on next, feathering softly.

The cold gloss feels foreign on your lips, now full wet and pouty… perfectly slutty. Your eyes skate over your reflection, astounded at the marked change in your appearance. A rush of blood fills your cock and it swells in appreciation at the visual reminder of your submission.

You rise from your seat at the vanity, and approach the outfit laid out for you carefully on the bed. You allow your eyes to drink in the sight before you: a long waisted pale pink corset edged in black, falling from the bottom of the corset is a 4in sheer black ruffled skirt with pink lace accents; a small white lace apron; accompanied by a black lace garter belt and long seamed thigh highs, with pretty pink bows at the tops. A matching set of heels sits in adorable girlish innocence off to one side, from the wicked height you can tell your feet will hurt by the end of the evening.

Your stomach clenches and tingles run down your spine as you contemplate the humiliation of donning such an item and then being paraded about like a common piece of slut ass. Your cock grows steadily harder. Throbbing with your heart.

You slide the silk stocking up your leg luxuriating in the grip of the fabric against your skin a constant soft reminder of your servility. Carefully you fasten the belt around your hips, hooking each strap gently to the thigh highs, careful not to snag. You happen to catch your reflection in one of the many mirrors I have positioned to face you. Your cock stands from your body, hard and erect rising from a nest of lace, the thigh highs line and accentuate your legs.

Your face burns in shame as you remind yourself you do this for my pleasure, to show me what a good boy you are.. good enough to be treated to a proper hard fucking.

You wrap the corset around your body, I must have some how measured the garment to you, because it fits like a glove as you begin to fasten it into place. Your chest and stomach constrict as the casement about you tightens inexorably. Elongating and trimming your figure for my amusement and pleasure, a frilled hourglass shape for me to taunt and punish. You tie the delicate lace strings about your now much smaller waist, their gentle pressure yet another reminder.

Your breathing increases with your excitement and your chest strains to expand completely, too many shallow breaths and you begin to feel light-headed. You can’t help the moment of panic that swamps you and you tell yourself to breathe with your both your diaphragm and lungs equally, allowing for the most air with the least movement. Your changed breathing another token of your dedication of service to me.

You sit, perched on the edge of the bed; posture perfect- such a good slave boy. As you reach for the shoes a shiny black leather collar catches your eyes, unnoticed before it sits beside those innocently wicked stripper heels. Your stomach tightens and your hands tremble slightly as you fasten it tightly around your neck; it’s high form pushing your chin up, stretching your neck so prettily.

The shoes slip easily onto your feet, though you find it hard to bend to tighten them. You straighten and stand; this time deliberately surveying yourself. Face made up in a whores mask; curvaceous body hugged in soft pink satin; Legs displayed; muscles showing from your added height; chin held up proud from the leather collar. Such a pretty, fuckable boy toy. A proper little slave puppet for his Lady Mistress.

Your cock throbs and spasms, you have to catch yourself before cumming into your pretty outfit, as the grandfather clock in the hall chimes Bycasino 7. You groan as you realize the night hasn’t even begun……

*****

The sound of the front door snaps you from your revery, and your heart beats impossibly faster, thudding against the wall of your corseted chest. The click of the latch is followed by a flood of girlish voices, you are able to pick up mine effortlessly and you think you might recognize a few more. All in all, you figure there must be around 4 or 5 women in the entryway, seemingly intent on using you devilishly. The conversation becomes more clear as we enter the main room and the front door latch snicks into place.

“Stephanie love, I thought you said there would be a fun surprise waiting for us after our shopping?”

“And there certainly should be, perhaps he’s feeling a little put on the spot.” I raise my voice slightly to carry across the house. “Come now pet, don’t be shy; all these pretty ladies are dying to see you. They have been so looking forward to our little evening, and we wouldn’t want to disappoint them.”

You turn and start toward the door, aiming to please before you even realize your intentions. You can see me when you step into the hall, our eyes meet once and you can see the pleasure and appreciation in my gaze before yours drops to my feet. Standing just outside the entry I watch you make your way towards the front room, steps measured. Everything about you screams glorious adorable submission, your tightly corseted frame, frilly sheer skirt only emphasizing your ragingly hard cock. Simply delightful.

Your scent washes over me, so much like the picture you present;sharp sexual male barely contained, lightly fettered with the trappings of woman. Right before your pass through the door and onto the view of all, my voice finds you again.

“Don’t speak unless I tell you, don’t move if they touch you, forget everything but pleasing all before you. Now go on and be a good boy for me, my Simon” I give you an encouraging slap to the ass and watch mesmerized, at your reaction to the reception you receive.

You falter for a second at the coos of delight and laughter that welcome you. A blush builds across your skin when their hands descend and your realize the full extent of your humiliation. The countless fingers prodding and caressing you. Discussing between themselves the girth of your cock, the curve of your ass; whether or not you can cum enough times to satisfy them all. Tingles of shame and humiliation as you recognize the faces of some of my closer friends amongst the women.

Nikki is there, tiny body and hot round little ass; Sheila as naughty as ever, looking for all world like she would like nothing better than to gobble you up. Two unfamiliar faces as well, Lola standing almost 6′ has long inky black hair and wonderfully perky tits; and little Morgan, ridiculously huge anime eyes taking up the majority of her face, so very innocent looking.

You feel like an object standing there surrounded by grasping, jeering girls; roughly fondling your prettily dressed form. Becoming more aware of the depths of your subservience to me, you submit to their pulling hands. Perfectly postured, hands clasped properly behind your back; you are a lovely sight to me, as I approach. You feel more than hear the lead I attach to your collar, seconds before it pulls you downward to your hands and knees.

“He has such a lovely ass doesn’t he, ladies?” Your head is level with my boots and all you can see around you are the jeweled tones of many cruelly shod feet. “Go ahead have a look and a little tease with it, he enjoys it well enough. Such a good bitch really.”

You feel your ass spread roughly, followed by giggles and probing fingers. Your desire is stretched so tautly honed sharp by hours of anticipation, you can’t help the wanton moaning and ass shaking that accompanies the first penetrating digit.

“My, he really does like it doesn’t he?”

“Mm-mm. such a good boy” an emphasizing slap is added here for effect and the fingers begin working in and out of your tightly stretched hole. You buck backwards against the driving hand, causing Nikki to giggle in appreciation of your zealousness. “What a find you have here, I’m so glad you decided to share his finer vices with us.”

“It seemed like to perfect an opportunity to pass up, dear little Simon here, needed to be shown how much of a whore he really is… and we needed some entertainment.” Your ass continues to be teased and fondled, now and then, an occasional curious hand grasps the shaft of your Bycasino giriş cock, testing its hardness.

“Oh, more’s the pity, I was hoping this was a punishment.. I would have liked to get a few good licks on that pretty white ass of his.” A cool, unfamiliar voices chimes in. You can’t help but shiver at the promised cruelty in her tone. My chuckle thrills you, and your cock jerks in the unknown hand that grips it tightly.

“Don’t let that stop you Lola, I’m sure we can manage to find something to punish him for, if not simply your amusement. I have quite a few straps, the mere sight of which, makes him tremble so delightfully. In fact, cock-toy, why don’t you run in and fetch them for us.” This statement is followed by an imperious twitch on your leash. You whimper longingly, as the fingers leave you. “Hmm, I have just the thing for you, stay kneeling for a moment.”

You hear the rustle of packaging being removed; the ice cold lubrication startles you, but warms quickly under my ministrations. You feel the head of the plug push against your ass, a moment of pressure then it slides inside. You arch your back, grounding yourself against the palm of my hand, taut with need. I pat your backside lightly before instructing in a soft voice,

“Now be a good lad for your Lady Mistress and fetch our dear friend Lola some straps to abuse you with.” I reach down and unhook the lead from your collar, releasing you to follow my instructions. You struggle for a moment to rise, unused to the tight confines of the corset.

By the time you return, straps dutifully held in your hand, the scape of the room has changed. The coffee table has been cleared and moved to the center of the circle of seating. You can’t stop the immediate falter when you notice the straps fitted around the table legs. The fine ladybirds arrayed around the room, are no longer dressed for shopping. Smart outfits, chosen for style have been switched; traded in for long peekaboo satin gowns, and flirty little teddies all geared towards your soon to be sampled talents.

Our eyes meet and I smile at you; proud excitement, thrilled at the turn of events, the look you return to me is quiet coquettish and send tingles firing through my body. I nod towards the table and you can feel 5 sets of eyes mark your progress across the room, the forced sway of your hips in those torturous heels; Your whores face, eyes downcast properly. Rising to meet you in the center of everything, you can feel the energy running high under my skin. I hold out my hand for the straps,

“Kneel, whore.”

The wood of the table feels cold and unyielding beneath your hips as you settle down on to it. The straps bite into your skin before I set them comfortably but securely around your arms and thighs. The hard swat I lay cross your ass serves as a tiny warm-up as I take my seat at one of the many places around the room, to watch. I position myself where I can see your face as your whipped and humiliated for the pleasure of an acquaintance. Another smile curls around my features while I watch your eyes track Lola; she leaves your field of vision and you tense- foolishly trying to brace yourself for the coming blows.

She teases you mercilessly, stroking you like a skittish colt; prolonging your trepiditous anticipation of the coming pain. Working you like a master player she draws the strap across the skin of your ass, letting you luxuriate in the texture of the leather. A whimper escapes you as she enters your peripheral and you see her arm pull back to deliver a wallop- supple leather caresses, not what you needed; ached for. Your skin itches with the need for chastisement, wanting the harsh strap- you can’t help another wanton little waggle of your delectable ass.

The room fills with giggles at your reaction, frilly skirt shaking around your hips. You feel a firm hand on the small of your back and Lola’s voice penetrates.

“Such a good line here, little slut. Is that hot ass ready to be hurt?” Unsure whether the question was rhetorical you choose not to respond, instead whimpering and pressing back into her hand. A hard slap rocks you forward, stinging hotly. “We are waiting for a polite response, here I heard you had manners about you.”

“Yes, Ma’am please punish me for your amusement. Let me please and serve you.” Your voice is breathy and sounds adorably whorish.

“Since you asked so prettily..”

The first crack throws you forward against your bonds and draws a cry, the quickly following second and third spread the heat over your skin, fiery balm to your already Bycasino deneme bonusu desperate need. You jerk upwards not sure if you are running from the strap or seeking it, dancing beneath it’s kisses. A pause, you feel the room close about you and hands descend to tease and play at your newly sprouted welts.

Murmured discussion and the bodies shift, once more the strap falls. You can tell a new chastiser had taken Lola’s place, these feel less sure but sting more for it; making up in zealousness what they lack in technique. The next break leaves you striving to catch your breath, body heaving. Small hands playing occasionally with the plug still buried inside you.

Again, the strap changes hands. You feel my presence at your head, my hand wrapping familiarly in your hair. Pain explodes through your body over and again, twining hotly with your desire; your world fades to only this. Beautiful bodies swimming around you, lost in a haze; reduced to physical inputs and a burning pool of desire, liquifying deep inside you.

You’re not sure when we moved you, sliding the thick plug free; cock raging with need. The rough feel of the carpet against your welted ass draws your consciousness back, and you feel your arms being restrained above your head; your ankles, somehow, to your thighs. A small pillow is slid beneath the small of your back cocking your ass upward nicely.

Small hips slide into your vision, and a tightly shorn cunt lowers itself to your waiting mouth, you sigh into the delicious musky scent, the velvet texture; letting your tongue swirl and pleasure. You push your face upwards burying yourself in her pussy, cajoling and pleading for the sweet cum you so desperately want. Another hot wanting pussy lowers itself over your body, onto your jutting cock. Your cry is muffled into the snatch perched over your face, tantalizing hot cunt surrounds you.

You feel more small hands gripping your ankles, stretching your legs part painfully; before Lola settles between them, a large strap-on standing out from her pelvis. Your cock spasms inside Nikki’s cunt when the tip presses into your ass. She penetrates you pushing in slowly, making sure you mark every inch as it plunges deep. Suddenly her rhythm takes over and your lost within the machine, your cock only thrusting upwards when she pushes, your mouth working hard on pleasing the cunt above it.

Too much, unable to take it anymore you release; crying loud, your whole body riding the rocking in passion as it crashes over your senses again and again. Nikki moans, her mouth nipping at Morgans breasts, and rides your spurting cock her own orgasm gripping her deeply; Morgan presses her cunt down onto your face cum drenching your probing tongue.

A few small giggles as their bodies relax, though you aren’t allowed to achieve the same, Lola continues working in and out of your ass, quickly returning your cock to it’s former glory, still inside Nikki. She climbs off your giving your cock a tender kiss, before taking Morgan place perched above you. You feel me climb onto your used cock, and it slides into my tight cunt with little resistance.

“Clean her like a good boy, Simon” My pussy works your cock, as Lola fucks your ass hard. You place your lips to her dripping snatch licking your salty cum from it crevices. On the edges of your senses you recognize the sounds of a camera shutter; capturing you pinioned along the floor, legs spread, ass speared on a hard shaft, dressed like my lovely little whore.

Your world narrows further, all attention focused on them pleasing those around you. Thick cock driving into my snatch with the force of Lola’s thrusts behind it. The commingled essences coating your tongue and filling your mouth with spunk. Countless finger tweaking your body, pinching your delicate little nipples; Lola’s hands cupping your sac.

It takes longer for your cock to twitch this time, hips jerking up into my pelvis… emptying gobs of cum into me. My velvet cunt milks away, pulling your hot spunk deeper inside me, for your soon-to-be hunting tongue.

Before I allow my hot dripping little twat to descend over your mouth, my face swims into your pleasure-hazed vision.

“Mm-mm, kiss me Simon… I want to taste it all.”

Our mouths lock together, tongues entwining; the manna of sweet passion fills my mouth and I feel you groan into me- body rocking.

We take our turns, using you like a slut, each time teasing your cock back into painful hardness, working your ass hard. Wheedling every drop of cum from your exhausted body, and you clean it all every last salty drop; making me so proud.

We retire into the kitchen, making some drinks and plans for later, leaving you tied and spread, resting that delightful cock… still tasting your own cum, dreaming fitfully about what might come.

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I walk up to his lair with apprehension. Once I enter, there is no turning back. I will be his and no longer mine. I will do whatever he says, no matter what. That was the arrangement. I take a deep breath and use the heavy knocker on the dungeon-like door. He answers the door and steps aside to let me in. The inside looks like a normal living room and a normal dining room off to one side. I guess even he has to keep up appearances. I see a young beautiful blonde walk into the kitchen, she is naked except for her black, four inch stilettos.

“You must be…” he trails off.

“Emily”

“No. You are now Slave Emily. Take off all of your clothes and give them to Slave Allison. Then I will begin your inspection” He then screams “Slave Allison!!”

Another beautiful girl scurries into the living room, “Yes, master?”

“Take Slave Emily’s clothes and dispose of them. She won’t be needing them anymore. Now you, stand with your legs shoulder with apart for your inspection.”

I stood there, heart pounding. He began by running his fingers through my brown hair. He lightly touched my cheek and lips next. Then, after lifting up my arms, he moved onto my breasts. He carefully rubbed each nipple in circles until they were fully erect. Then he pinched each one until I flinched from the pain.

“Get used to that,” he said.

“Ok”

He then slapped me across the face. “No, you will answer me by saying ‘yes, master.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes, master. I’m sorry, master”

He continued to pinch and rub my nipples until he was satisfied and began kneading my breasts in his hands. I was humiliated from him slapping me and being inspected like a piece of meat. I loved it. I could already feel the wetness and fire in my loins. After he was done with my breasts he told me to bend over. He ran his fingers from my clit to my asshole, where he rubbed and inserted a finger. I moaned in delight. When he removed it, I was dissappointed, but then he spanked both of my ass cheeks Tipobet as hard as he could. Then he told me to lay on the dining room table and spread my legs. He put his face very close to my pussy and started rubbing it, spreading the wetness around. My toes curled and I almost begged him to fuck me but I remembered my place. I didn’t want to be punished just yet. I wanted my master to use and abuse me for his pleasure. I even wanted his guests to use me. I knew that was part of the agreement and I was a little apprehensive at first. But in the complete state of desire I was in, I knew I would enjoy every second of it.

“Hmm, very good.” He stood up and helped me off the table. I knew then that even though he was my master, he was a gentleman and I would grow to love him very soon.

“Do I please you, my master?” I asked

“Yes, you are acceptable. Now go with Slave Allison. She will show you your room and prepare you for me. Once I have had my meal I will be enjoying you. Slave Allison, remember what you have learned and take care of Slave Emily.”

Damn, I was hoping that he would have taken me right then and there, with Slave Allison watching. But he is my master and he has his own agenda and plans for me. And I must follow them. I followed Slave Allison up to my room. She instructed me to lie on the bed so she could tie me down. “Don’t worry sister, the first day is always the easiest.” She tied my arms and legs to the 4 posts of the bed. I thought that was it and I would be waiting there for my master, but then Slave Allison got in between my legs and started licking my even wetter pusy. She started slowly, from the hole to my clit, in little circles around my clit and back down to my hole. She had an exquisite tongue. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was cumming in her mouth. Pretty soon, she put her fingers inside of me and began rubbing my g-spot while her tongue lapped viciously at my clit. I was writhing and pulling at my bonds I was in so much pleasure. Tipobet Giriş When I was on the very brink of my orgasm, she suddenly stopped. “I’m sorry,” she said, “the rules are that only the master can give you permission to orgasm or make you orgasm.”

She then proceeded to take a box out from under the bed. Out came nipple clamps, and onto my nipples they went. Then she pulled out a blindfold and adorned me with that as well. I expected a gag next, but instead she put the box away. I suppose if I was gagged I would not be able to gag on my my master’s cock. I could not wait to do that. Slave Allison kissed me tenderly before walking out of the room.

Although it was only a short time, it seemed like eternity before my master walked into the room. “Perfect, just how I like them,” he muttered to himself. As soon as I heard his voice my juices instantly started flowing. I was ready for whatever he had to offer. “You’re going to suck my cock like a good slave,” he said as he got on top of my with his huge erection next to my face. I opened my mouth and slid my tongue along the underside of his dick and back up, running my tongue around the tip of his penis. I licked it like an ice cream cone until he grabbed my chin and forced it into my mouth. Now I was starting to get really wet. I began sucking lightly, licking all around. Pretty soon he started forcefully fucking my mouth. I was gagging on his dick and sucking as hard as possible. I was completely enjoying being used by my master in such a way. When he was done fucking my face, I begged him to let me lick and suck on his balls, knowing he would enjoy that. He set his balls on my chin and I greedily lapped at them and got both of them into my mouth. I licked and sucked on them ever so lightly. I loved it when I heard my master moan in delight.

I thought he was done when he took my blindfold off and released me from my bonds. However, he proceeded to tape my hands behind my back while I was lying on my side. He Tipobet Güncel Giriş slapped my ass a few times and I shivered from the pleasure. He slowly pushed his dick into my tight pussy and I moaned louder than I expected to.

“Shut up bitch!” he said and slapped my ass, hard. He then started choking me while he was fucking me ever so slowly. My mind and body were on a completely different planet. I was in pleasure heaven. Apparently I continued to moan because he stopped fucking me so he could shove a gag in my mouth.

“Moan on that, slave,” he said. Then he started fucking me hard. I was in ecstasy. When he put his hand around my throat and started choking me again, I lost it and came. I screamed into my gag while he continued to pound my pussy. I couldn’t breathe but I didn’t care. When he flipped me on my stomache and pushed my face into the bed, I came again but even harder.

“If you liked that you’re going to like this even more,” he whispered into my ear as he pulled out of my pussy and placed his huge cock at my asshole entrance. He started pushing in and I wriggled, trying to get away. I had never had anything in my ass before and his huge cock was sure to tear me apart. “Don’t you dare try to get away from me slut!” he shouted and I cowered. “You’re soon going to learn your place.” In punishment, he shoved it all the way in my ass in one stroke. I screamed in pain. Luckily is cock was wet enough from my pussy to lubricate it. He began going in and out of my asshole, slowly at first, thankfully. After the pain subsided I was left with intense pleasure. He soon started to move faster. He slapped my ass a few times and it wasn’t long before I was cumming again. I squealed in delight as many waves of orgasm overtook my body. Soon I could tell he was close. He took the gag out of my mouth and told me to open wide because I was going to swallow all of his cum. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes, waiting to taste his seed. I swallowed it all and it tasted amazing.

I laid on the bed, waiting for him to untie my arms. They were already numb from being taped behind my back. “You are to wait here, slave. I am done with you for the night but my wife will be in shortly to use you for her pleasure as well.”

So I lied there again, in the dark, waiting…

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters and events are the products of the author’s imagination only and do not bear any resemblance to actual persons or events.

*****

A sea of umbrellas lay ahead as I exited the train station. The rain had begun to fall just a few minutes ago as I was stepping off of the train. I was now to work my way through the crowd and into the office.

It was Monday morning and I could not be late.

I hurried through the crowd and water from surrounding umbrellas had fallen onto my clothes. My hair was slightly wet at the bottom and my jacket also, but I would dry this in the bathroom, as soon as I had reached the office and placed my gift. The clock showed 08.23, and I hurriedly worked my way up the stairs until I reached my office, which I walked past, and then up the stairs into the office of my boss, Mr. Carver.

I pulled the blue box gently out of my bag which had been covered to protect it from the rain. I knelt down and very carefully placed it in the centre on Mr. Carver’s chair. A black leather swivel chair tucked neatly under a wooden desk, beside a large window which overlooked the city skyline.

I headed for the bathroom, and dried myself. I was conscious that my blouse was also slightly wet and the outline of my bra was visible. I covered it with my lapel and sat down to work.

The day went by quickly. An executive meeting was later followed by end of month reporting, and I was glad to break for lunch.

Lunch was light, with a grain and salmon salad, supplemented with a lime and coriander dressing. I sat in the nearby restaurant. The break was welcome and my mind returned to the weekend.

I had spent Sunday with a friend, Andrew. Or rather as he should now be known, more than a friend. We had got on well when we met each other last week, and had agreed to meet again for a stroll in the nearby park, but the weather had scuppered our plans and we ended up staying at his place for an afternoon movie.

The movie was good, a mid century arthouse classic which he had suggested. The plot was fascinating and the characters intriguing. The sex scenes had set the tone, and our night ended well with him making love to me passionately.

We had agreed to meet again, but I did not commit to a time. I wanted to see how the week panned out first.

I left work late that evening, and glanced into Mr. Carver’s office to see if he had accepted my gift.

A rush of excitement ran through my body as I noticed he had.

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The following day went by quickly, and allowed me to wear more casual, comfortable clothes. I was able to leave work early and I headed to the station. On the journey home, I exchanged messages with Andrew. We were missing each other and the conversation centred on when we would next meet.

The exchanges continued into the evening and after a long hot shower, I had felt sexy in my new underwear and silk pyjamas as I stepped into bed. I had then masturbated to the thought of the hot sex we had shared. I came quickly inside of my thong and slept deeply that night.

I woke early in the morning and packaged my gift inside a blue box. I headed to the station and onto the train. Today was less busy and I was able to arrive in good time. I hung my coat in my office, and carried my leather bag upstairs into Mr. Carver’s office. I left my gift once again and returned to begin my work.

Mr. Carver arrived shortly before 9. He did not speak as he entered, and walked past my office. He was a tall and mysterious man, in his 40s with short dark hair. He had been appointed President in July and was making a positive impact on company performance already.

He radiated a sense of authority with broad shoulders, and dark suits with a white shirt and a necktie.

We had spoken when he first joined, and got on well initially. His demeanour had gradually become more bullish, and I made a mistake of questioning him in a client meeting. Unintentional of course, but he was unhappy and wanted to see me in his office later in the afternoon.

The meeting had started well. I apologised profusely and explained myself. He took control of the conversation and demanded that it didn’t happen again. He had a way of making me feel small with his words, combined with his intense stare. A not unwelcome feeling for me as I recall. I went on to feel the need to apologise further to him the more he spoke and the smaller I felt.

I came to the conclusion that my words would not be enough and I was to try something different.

I had gradually leant forward to slightly expose the opening in my blouse to him, allowing him a brief peek inside. My lacy white bra was just visible inside. Continuing with his words, it was clear I must go one step further, so facing towards him, I parted my legs very slightly and my short skirt exposed my white panties. He did not look down, but I could sense his temptation.

He finished with a request which would change us both forever. Tipobet

‘Remove them, place them behind me and leave’.

I had known exactly what he meant. and his words would be my command. Without hesitation, I stood up, lowered his blinds, and removed my panties as I stood beside him. I gently hung them on the metal frame of his chair, and reopened his blinds.

He allowed me to leave and wished me a nice evening.

I had returned home that night naked underneath my short skirt, and the journey home was full of thoughts about how they were now in his possession. He had taken a piece of me for his own indulgence and I cannot hide the fact that I enjoyed the thought of him looking down at them imagining my intimate parts pressed up against the soft fabric. I thought about the pleasure he may have when he placed them up to his face, and the taste and smell of me took over his senses.

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The following morning I had received a message by the time I arrived at work.

‘Thank you for the apology. I enjoy receiving gifts and will expect one from you every time. x’

He had accepted my apology, but what did he mean by every time?’ I asked myself.

My mind wandered back to the day of my apology, and how I had made love with an ex boyfriend in the morning before heading to work. Perhaps he could sense this I thought. I had felt the remains of my morning sex inside me during the day, and together with my juices, had leaked onto my panties.

Perhaps it was this he enjoyed. Experiencing what I had earlier in the day, I wondered.

I was apprehensive, but concluded that he was in charge and I was to follow his order.

I responded to the message ‘Thank you for your gratitude Mr. Carver’.

The next time I made love, I made sure I presented him with my gift so that he could experience it also.

My apology had now become my gift.

This continued for some time, and his approval was given with occasional messages of ‘thank you’, but one stands out in my mind.

‘Don’t ever miss a gift or be late’.

From then on, I always ensured I delivered it on time and without fail.

I enjoyed my gift giving and the thought of him secretly sharing my sexual experiences sent me wild. I would refrain from fantasising at work, but at times it became impossible for me not to. Knowing that the man just above me knew everything about my most intimate life only added to the excitement I felt inside.

We remained professional at work though and spoke frequently developing a good working relationship. I was to be a good girl for now and this was to be our little secret,, compartmentalised in our minds, and tapped into only when we chose.

As my gift giving became frequent, my relationship had developed with Andrew and we had become much closer. We were now making love at least three times a week. Each and every time, ensuring I wore the same underwear after we had climaxed to ensure everything was included for Mr. Carver. Where two of these sessions would occur on a weekend, I would be sure to give two gifts first thing on Monday morning. Each individually wrapped in soft tissue paper and sealed with a clip, before being packaged neatly in a box.

My sex life with Andrew had started off well, and we had begun exploring new avenues. I was by now having submissive fantasies. I was beginning to accept that I was no longer in control, and the more power over me the two men gained, the more intense these fantasies became. I wished to be controlled. Have my hands tied tightly together, be bent over Andrew’s knee and submit to him.

I loved the feeling of how naughty I was being, both with Andrew and Mr. Carver. Knowing how they both wanted part of me and savoured my body, my taste and my smell. I became a new sexual being during this time and my senses were awakened.

I decided in my mind that I deserved to be punished and I would allow myself to enjoy it.

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Later in the week, Andrew and I had flirted once again via messages in the afternoon, and it was clear both of us were ready. I had agreed to return home without wearing my bra and we teased each other over dinner before Andrew took the lead. He was especially forceful and strong that evening, and my fantasy was fulfilled. My wrists had been tied tightly with rope, and he had eased me over his knee. My excitement was only heightened further by how restricted I felt in that moment.

I was now powerless at his mercy and had submitted to him.

The feeling had filled me with ecstasy, and I anticipated his hand across my naughty bottom any second. I waited as he instead gently caressed my bottom first. I asked him to please punish me, to which he responded by pushing my head down further. My head was now low, but my bottom was raised high, exposed to him ready and willing to take the force of his hand.

I so badly craved his strong hand across my cheeks.

Instead, he had half lowered Tipobet Giriş my panties first, exposing my slit. I was beginning to lose myself in the sensation of the air flowing against my lips, when his big strong hand slapped across my right cheek.

That was the first and it was incredible. I had been very naughty and had received my first punishment.

I asked him how naughty I was. Secretly hoping he would know everything and would serve his punishment onto me that very night.

He responded with a second much harder slap. This one felt even better than the first and my skin tingled after. The pain was intoxicating and I knew I would orgasm if he continued.

I begged him for more, and he reminded me he was in control, and he would decide how and when I would be punished. He called me by my name and continued to tell me how naughty I was, digging his fingernails into my cheeks. The pain of his fingernails slightly piercing my skin intensified the sensation and I could not resist opening my legs slightly as he slapped me again on the opposite cheek.

My body by now was shaking and I climaxed shortly after his final swipe with my right cheek grasped in his hand. My contractions were visible for him to see as I spread my legs further and the top of my thighs became wetter.

I asked that my panties were returned, and my juices would go on to fill the crotch. My cheeks left small specks of blood on the back from where he had dug his fingernails into my skin.

I finished Andrew with oral sex, allowing him to ejaculate into my mouth as my hands were still tied.

This was the most special experience, and my thoughts turned to my gift which I would serve tomorrow.

I wanted this to be special also, and for him to know how I had just been punished.

My previous gifts had been wrapped in a small blue box, but I chose red for this one, given how special this had been for me. I wanted him to know that red would mean I had been extra naughty, and there was a special surprise awaiting him. A secret code between the two of us.

I placed my panties, with the rear facing up inside the box, and wrapped them in fine red cotton. I used some lace to seal the wrap, and positioned the lid, sealing this with more lace.

I placed it inside my bag ready for tomorrow.

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I ensured I arrived at work in good time, and I went straight up the stairs to Mr. Carver’s office. I smiled as I kneeled down to place the red box on his chair, but paused just as I did.

I would not hide this special gift for him, I thought, and instead leave it on his desk. The risk of someone noticing it only made the experience more exciting.

He would arrive at work, and it would be there on the desk in front of him, beautifully packaged in a special box. I wonder what he will be thinking and if he will enjoy it as much as I had last night.

I waited nervously as he climbed the stairs with a female acquaintance. I could hear them talking as she told him he was a lucky boy, referring to the gift I had left. Oh how lucky he is I giggled to myself. The thought that they would open the gift together and see my panties, my orgasm from last night inside, excited me. My pleasure would be exposed and laid bare right there on the table for both to see.

I stopped as I told myself that this was our secret, and would only be between him and me. It was an audacious gesture, but I was feeling playful. Perhaps I had secretly wanted to be exposed. I pondered this for a while.

The rest of the day went by slowly, and he left just after lunch. I noticed the top of the box poking out of his leather bag slightly as he walked past my office. He was taking it home. My mind began to imagine my panty collection which was now in his possession. I wondered if he had a favourite, and how he kept them, perhaps still neatly stored in their boxes, opened only for his indulgence.

My sex life had been incredible the past few weeks, and I had orgasmed more than I had ever done so, ensuring each one of them was captured there ready for him to experience afterwards and then etched inside his mind.

I was deep in thought, when the door to my office knocked loudly and my heart skipped a beat. I looked around, eyes wide open, and there he was, stood in the doorway. I looked at him, and he responded ‘Client dinner confirmed tomorrow at 5’.

I was looking forward to a more relaxed day tomorrow, but this was important and would mean I needed to start preparing and would wear something nice. I began to prepare some work for tomorrow and left to return home.

That evening, I decided on a short black dress for the dinner party. A simple silhouette which I had kept for some time. The dress fitted my figure well and I felt elegant wearing it. I checked how it would look with my jewellery and settled on a fine platinum set which I had been given as a gift by my family earlier in the year. My underwear was also to be black. A lacy thong Tipobet Güncel Giriş and bra set I wore only on special occasions.

As I tried on the outfit, I could not stop looking at the redness of my bottom from the previous night. I had been aware of the soreness during the day which brought me back to the thought of Andrew’s hand across my naughty bottom. The marks he had left on me were a sign of my punishment and I loved looking at them in the mirror and recalling how hard he had spanked me, and how strong I had climaxed.

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The following day after lunch, I prepared for the meeting and began to change into my black dress early. Whilst getting ready, I again caught glimpses of my red bottom as I readied myself in front of the mirror. A quiet and polite lady on the outside I certainly was, but how so few knew what was brewing underneath.

The meeting started well and we had made a good impression. The presentations were strong and the food was exquisite. We had used the restaurant at the top of our office to seat 25 people, with panoramic views across the city.

I was seated next to Matthew, a long term client who I had formed a good bond with previously. He was attending after being promoted to the executive board in an investment firm. He was young and very good looking. I had previously developed a crush on him, as we were both new to our current jobs, and we had connected well over lunch a few times. Dressed in his tuxedo, he looked very smart and there was some playful flirting as the evening went on. He would ask about my personal life occasionally and it was clear he found me attractive, as did I find him.

As the evening went on, I again became aware of my sore bottom underneath my silky soft black dress. My thong had exposed my skin and the soreness served as a reminder to me as I moved in the chair. A reminder of Andrew telling me how naughty I was. I could hear his voice in my mind telling me again as I continued flirting with Matthew. I would remain committed to Andrew, but I enjoyed the evening and was very turned on by the time we had drunk our final glass of champagne.

I said goodbye, and returned to my office to collect my belongings.

I would head to the bathroom to change before going home and so I briefly walked into my office, and picked up my bag from my desk and my coat from the rack. As my hand reached for my coat, the door to my office slammed.

I had not switched on the light, intending only to pick up my coat and bag, and then leave.

Turning around I could see the outline of Mr. Carver in the doorway. He did not say a word, and neither did I. Adrenaline ran through my body but the feeling was more of a rush than fear. Or possibly a deadly combination of both. Either way, I looked away from him and towards my desk which my coat was now on top of.

‘What does red represent?’ he asked in his deep voice

I knew exactly what he meant but I struggled for words. I could try to explain my special experience to him, but my panties had said it all. ‘Or had they’? Still standing across the room silent, I looked down at the desk embarrassed and began to blush. His stare was intimidating. The thought of humiliation was nice for me, and I was now feeling very small as I had done so previously during my apology.

I stood there in my black dress with my high heels for a second looking nervously down. The champagne had made me tipsy and I was still hot from the entertainment upstairs.

I would struggle with words in this moment, and would instead express myself differently.

Still looking down, I ran my left hand slowly across the desk as I walked slowly forward, before turning to face him and maintaining eye contact as I continued to walk slowly forward. My heart was pounding and I was feeling weak. My innocent eyes locked onto his.

As I reached the centre of the desk, I stopped and pushed back onto it lifting myself slightly onto the top. My hands were now positioned on the desk, and my arms had compressed my small cleavage, which was just visible above my dress.

Mr. Carver began to walk towards me, but I instructed him to stop him with my finger.

I would reveal to him what my gift had meant and the special pleasure those panties represented.

I turned slowly and faced away from him. I could now see my reflection in the window to my side, and I could feel his stare on the back of my neck and shoulders at first, and then my bottom, the outline of which was just visible through my dress. The curves of my hips and bottom had been accentuated by my black thong underneath.

I glanced into the window and focused on his stare as he stood behind me. I slowly bent forward at the waist and lowered myself to the desk in front. My hands spread wide, as I bent further forward, and slid back slightly so my rear was closer to him and he could glimpse the very top of my thighs. My hair was tied up neatly, but I released it as I gave up control. My hair fell to the table on one side covering most of my face.

My hands worked their way off of the desk and slowly back towards my legs, from which I lifted my little black dress gradually to expose my black lacy thong underneath, and bright red bottom, still sore with small cuts from my punishment.

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Thanks to rf-fast for the editing work. Your insights are what prevents this story from being mindless drivel. Thanks!

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I grew up on fairytales. Prince Charming saves the Princess. The knight in shining armor heroically helps the damsel in distress. The beast and the beauty come together when no one thought it was possible. Every book or movie I watched growing up had something to do with fairytales. From a young age, all I wanted to be was a princess. I wanted my knight in shining armor to sweep me off my feet because he fell hopelessly in love with me at first sight, and afterwards, we would live happily ever after. The problem with fairytales is they never actually explain what happily ever after is…

Sex. By the time my first semester of college was over, I realized I could care less about it. I had three partners in my life and all of them left me unimpressed with the act. I found it wasn’t like any movie I had seen. In romance movies, the guy and girl get together and they share this mind-blowing experience and their souls seem to unite. Even in porn, when you know it’s just a wham, bam, thank you ma’am scenario, the women seem to be crying out in sheer bliss. Like all of entertainment, I came to the conclusion that sex was a lie. It was something that Hollywood (or wherever porn is shot) makes up to sell-sell-sell their product, preying on the minds of us dreamers saying, “See the great sexual life you could be having?” Ugh!

My first experience was with my boyfriend in High School. I came from a small town farming community where everyone knew everyone by name. Nate was a real sweet guy and I thought we were destined to be together forever. We weren’t a prince and princess, but we did come in third for prom king and queen. That would have been magical, Queen Andrea Lockhart. At the end of our senior year, I knew it wasn’t going to last. We saw our lives going in two different directions. I wanted to leave the small town lifestyle and he wanted to take over his family farm. When I got accepted to State University in the big city of Hilldale, I knew it was over. I decided to give the nicest guy I knew my virginity. I knew I was using him as I didn’t want to go to college a virgin but Nate wasn’t complaining. Actually, he was excited. So with two days before I left, we did the deed.

It was nothing like I expected. Nate pushed in and it felt like I was being split in half. It hurt like hell. Where was this in the movies? The pain NEVER stopped. It was so bad, I was crying. If Nate would have seen it, I’m sure he would have stopped but his eyes remained clenched shut. Fifteen minutes later, Nate started shaking on top of me. Thank goodness that was over, that pain was intense. He rolled off to the side of me and thanked me repeatedly. I told you he was happy. But what about me? Am I a woman now? Where was the soul connection or at the very least my sheer bliss? The only thing I felt was soreness.

I went to my first frat party during my first week on campus. School was beginning in a couple days and I wanted to experience a college party before I had to put all my effort into my studies. I was hanging around and the scene was much different from any party I had attended while in High School. Parties back home had at most twenty people there and we would play games, listen to music, or if we were at Marge Stanton’s home, we swam. Here, there were people everywhere, the alcohol flowed, the music loud, and sexual activity abound, from kissing to touching to flashing to – was that girl sucking that guys penis? It was an eye opening experience to say the least. That’s when I met Lance.

Lance was entering his junior year and I was at his frat house, the Phi Delta Omega’s. He didn’t slay a dragon as his name might suggest but he was cute. I guess you can say we dated for about a week. We hung out in between classes and every evening. He even took me out once; dinner and a movie. Being that he was a philosophy major, you would think he would be a good conversationalist, but all he talked about was sex. Whenever together, he would constantly be grabbing at me. I guess it was supposed to be a compliment. Finally, I caved. Maybe the sex I had experienced was only bad because it was my first time? We were under the covers in his bed and I let him take off my clothes. He gave me the most wicked smile as he climbed on top of me.

He barreled into me and kept proclaiming, “Can you feel that?”

I didn’t know if I was supposed to answer him or not, but after the fifth time, I did. “Not really.” It was the truth. He was inside me and I barely felt anything. I didn’t even feel pain. Sex was becoming very confusing.

Lance stopped mid stroke. “What was that?”

“Oh, it was rhetorical? It’s just that you kept asking.”

This upset him to no end. He stood up and started getting dressed. I was surprised when I caught a glimpse of his penis. It was only the second one I have ever seen but the two couldn’t have been any more different. Tipobet Nate looked like they did in the porno movies, perhaps bigger and definitely thicker. Lance was – what’s a good comparison? – A sewing needle?

Lance kicked me out. His final words were “If I knew you weren’t a virgin, I never would have went out with you.”

The words stung, but not so much as what happened next. The following day, I was inundated with stares and whispers. I was Ms. Popular and had no idea why. Well, as it turns out, I am now the school whore. Lance informed everyone that not only did we have sex, but I also used him just to add another notch to my belt, whatever that meant. He told everyone that my goal at college was to be fucked by every guy there, students and faculty. Girls hated me and the guys approached me in troves. All for the wrong reasons. Worst of all, I still have no idea what I said to Lance to make him so angry. I came close to packing up my things and heading home. It was obvious that I was out of my element.

Charlie Anderson was in my freshman biology course. He was better than average looking, but was immensely shy. He rarely talked to anyone, and that was only if they spoke to him first. My fellow students resented him due to him smashing the curve on everything assigned. I felt bad for instigating our relationship, but I was frustrated, stressed, and I was ready to snap. I wasn’t asking him to defeat an evil witch, I just wanted him to be my shield.

First, I simply asked if he could help me study. After some time, I asked him to go on a date. Then a second one. He was so shy, he could still barely talk to me, but his actions when we were together made me feel like a normal girl again. He was a perfect gentleman, always considerate, and didn’t grope me once. He was really polite. The problem was that we had nothing in common. We both knew it. Then one night while we were in my dorm room, we had the most honest conversation. Ever.

“Why are you with me?”

“Uh,” Charlie stammered.

“Please Charlie, you aren’t going to hurt my feelings.” I put my hand over his.

Charlie’s head shied down, “Because you’re a girl and I’m tired of everyone accusing me of being gay.”

“You never had a girlfriend?”

Charlie shook his head, “I’m sorry. I should probably leave.”

“Why would you leave? I’m with you for the same reason.”

“You are?” Confusion swept across Charlie’s face, “I thought you have been with every guy in town?”

My shoulders fell and I sniffled away the tears. “No, I’ve been with two people and only one lives in this state.”

“Now I get it,” Charlie smiled. “For a week I was trying to figure out how to break up with you without hurting your feelings. I mean I still like you as a friend but…”

“Me too.” I interrupted. “How about this? We pretend to be dating until one of us finds someone else. We support each other. You get to ask me all the questions you want about girls and I still have my protection from the other students. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Once everything was in the open, both of us felt so much better about ourselves. We no longer felt we were using the other for our own purposes, but it was now a mutual understanding. We were still bored when we hung out together, but it was understood. Plus was the added bonus that my grade in biology and his in Algebra soared as math was my best subject.

It was Sunday afternoon and I was going stir crazy. It really does stink to not have any friends, though I still got asked out by a slew of guys, in front of Charlie at times, but instead of being pushy like before, they give up quickly when I say “I have a boyfriend.” What’s worse is that I’m poor too. Life is boring when you are stuck in your room because you are a broke college student who has to rely on the bus to get around. Maybe Charlie would hang out. We can be bored together.

“Charlie, do you think you can take me to the mall? I really need to pick up some things.” And by things, I meant bras. I apparently grew a little since the beginning of the year and needed something that wasn’t strangling my body. But saying that would scare off my potential ride.

“Ah, come on, we already went on our ‘date’ this week. Besides, I’m in the middle of an intense battle. DIE ALREADY!”

By now, I was used to him talking to his games and knew those last two words weren’t for me. “Please,” I whined.

Charlie sighed, “Damn it, I died.” I then heard the music of the game start back up as he obviously wasn’t done. “Not today, all right.”

I don’t know what made me say it, but after I did, I recognized it didn’t bother me. Not in the slightest. I mean Charlie is harmless enough and I could care less about the act itself. “I’ll have sex with you.” Isn’t sex apart about being boyfriend and girlfriend? Even if it is fake? Even if it’s just to get a ride to the mall?

The line went dead. Well, that’s not exactly true. I heard from Charlie’s television the sound signifying Tipobet Giriş he died again before the menu music played. “Charlie? Are you there?”

“Um, yeah. I thought I heard you say something that you couldn’t have possibly said.”

“I will, Charlie. If you take me to the mall, I’ll have sex with you.” It still didn’t bother me.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

Five minutes and twelve seconds later, Charlie pulled up in his rusty blue Escort. We went to the mall and I could tell Charlie was nervous. I couldn’t believe what my offer was doing to the poor boy. He followed me and I had to suppress a laugh when he realized what section I was shopping in the department store. He appeared to have seen a ghost. But he remained steadfast because of my promise.

We went back to my dorm room and I rummaged through my roommates top drawer. Somehow, I knew Charlie wouldn’t have a condom and I don’t have reason to carry any either.

My coupling with Charlie solidified my feelings toward sex. Charlie was in between Nate and Lance on the size scale, so when he pressed into me, I did feel something that wasn’t pain. But that was it. Literally.

“Oh God, Andrea.” Charlie’s eyes scrunched up, his breathing became heavy, and his body became stiff.

After a few Moments, I tapped my hand to his back, “Good?”

“Sorry Andrea.”

“For what Charlie? You did good,” I smiled. He did better than Lance – I mean at least he got off – and as for me, I’m not in pain, so yeah, it was good.

“It was?”

“Of course,” I leaned up and kissed his cheek.

Charlie rolled off me, “Thank you Andrea.” I saw the sincerity in his eyes and it reminded me of Nate. “And I know we are just friends with an odd agreement, so I promise I will never ask or demand this of you. If you want to do it again, we can, but I won’t expect it.”

“You’re a good friend, Charlie.” What was the big deal? It was just sex. I smiled, “Let’s get dressed.”

Then came the favor.

“Come on Charlie,” I whined. “Let me drive it.”

“No, my Dad will kill me if we take his BMW.”

“Please,” I hit him with my sad puppy dog face.

“You have no idea how strict my Father is. I mean, he didn’t used to be, but when I was sixteen, he started talking to me weird. Mentioning lifestyles and such. I guess I didn’t react the way he’d liked so now he’s as strict as can be.” Charlie laughed. “We are not going on our date with you driving his car. Stop asking.”

“What about if you drive.” I really did just want to ride in the car. I have never seen a luxury car before. Heck, where I’m from luxury meant extended cab on the truck.

Charlie took a deep breath, “Fine, get in. But we have to be back before my Mom gets home.”

Yes! “Thanks Charlie.” I smiled as I opened the passenger door. “For a second I thought I was going to have to offer to have sex with you again.”

“What?”

“Too late, get in.”

We drove in silence. There were no words shared and there was no music we could agree on. It was a typical date for us. We went to dinner at a cheap diner and then to a popular hangout so we could be seen together by our peers before heading to the dorms to drop me off. We were pulling in when this little Honda Civic carrying a bus load of students came roaring at us. Charlie tried to evade, turning the wheel suddenly, and was successful in dodging the reckless car but not so much the sign indicating there was a speed bump.

It didn’t look good. It was better than it would have been if we hit the speeding car, but the sign did enough. The pole broke the passenger side headlight and the sign itself put a huge dent in the hood and left a spider web crack in the windshield.

Charlie was in tears.

I gently rubbed his back, “When does your Father get back from his business trip?”

“Tomorrow.”

“What time?”

“Around noon.”

“You have class until four, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I promise I’ll take care of this Charlie. It’s my fault that this happened, I shouldn’t have pressured you.” I gave Charlie a hug. “Will you be able to hide it from your Mom until then?”

“I think so. I mean she never goes in the garage, so I just need to beat her back home before her girl’s night ends.”

“Then get home and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“How are you going to fix it?”

“Trust me Charlie. I can do this.”

A simple nod was his response as he turned the ignition. The car no longer roared to life, it was more of a chugging sound and I cringed at the repercussions.

I needed to go underwear shopping. I didn’t have sexy clothes; the best I had was a tight blue tank top and a pair of jeans, so that was what I was wearing. But I needed more than that, so I decided to focus on what to wear underneath. I took the bus to the mall and instead of the department stores, I went into the lingerie shop. I needed something that said ‘cheat on your wife with me’ and ‘I’m so fuckable that you Tipobet Güncel Giriş don’t want to murder your son.’ With the help of the sales woman, I bought a black sheer demi cup bra and thong set. I would have bought gloves and stockings to go with it, but this outfit took the rest of my money for the month. How can these cost more than my normal underwear when I’m wearing far less fabric?

I took the bus to the closest stop to the Anderson home. I walked a quarter of a mile before reaching his front door at 12:10. I knocked and no one answered. Charlie’s Father must not be back yet and his Mom was probably at work. I waited on his porch swing, my new thong feeling more like a wedgie.

A few minutes passed when a taxi pulled into the driveway. It was Mr. Anderson. He was wearing a black power business suit with a dark red tie. I had only met him once, and that was briefly. He was always in his office working or away trying to lure in perspective clients. He exuded a confident bravado and he was always in charge. Not even his wife, Rochelle, ever questioned him let alone Charlie. My palms began sweating and he eyed me carefully as he approached the door. He dug in his pocket for his keys and turned the lock with nary a word.

“You shouldn’t be here.” Mr. Anderson finally stated as he opened the door.

I stood quickly before he could shut the door on me. “I’m here to talk to you, Mr. Anderson.”

He paused for a moment before continuing inside the house. I took it as my invitation that he left the door open. I scurried in and I began twiddling my fingers in my hand. “Mr. Anderson, I don’t know how to tell you this…”

“You’re my son’s faux girlfriend.”

That caught me by surprise. “Did Charlie tell you that?”

“No.” He offered no other explanation as he began sifting through a pile of mail.

“How did…”

“I know what my son is capable of achieving. Maybe down the line when he has some confidence or more likely some money, but not his first girlfriend.”

This man stupefied me. My Father was always supportive and tried to tell me I could do anything I wanted with my life. Mr. Anderson was blunt and spoke the cold hard truth, no matter how harsh, even about his own son. I then remembered why I was here. I had to get back to my task. While his back was still turned, I took off my shirt and began working on my pants.

Mr. Anderson turned his head toward me and laughed, causing me to stop. His expression became serious just as quick, his eyes never leaving my body. It was too late to back down now and besides, I owed it to Charlie. It was just going to be sex. I finished taking off my pants and stood there. The tension in the room was thick; at least it was for me. Mr. Anderson glanced at me one last time before sorting through the rest of the mail.

I cleared my throat, “Charlie and I… no, I mean, uh, I forced Charlie to, um, to uh…”

“Uh, um, uh, those are words that show stupidity. How did you get accepted into college with a vocabulary like that?” Mr. Anderson shook his head. “How much damage has been done to my car?”

I was now completely intimidated by this man. My mouth was dry, I couldn’t even complete a single sentence, and he could read my mind. I wonder if anybody said no to his sales pitches? “It’s um, uh, how did you…”

“I know because a slut is in my home in what she thinks is her sexiest underwear offering her body to me to get my socially retarded child out of trouble.” Mr. Anderson’s eyes narrowed, “Now let’s try this again. How much damage has been done to my car?” Every word he used in that question was spoken slow and clear.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “The passenger side front headlight is broken, there is a huge dent in the hood, the windshield needs to be replaced, and the car sputters.” In my plan, this is where I would saunter over, grab his crotch and in a sultry voice say, ‘I can work off the cost of the repairs.’ That is what I rehearsed. But right now, I was too scared to move.

“In my office, now.” Mr. Anderson started down the hall. “And pick up your clothes from the ground, my living room isn’t your personal locker.”

Did it work? Is he going to have sex with me and forgive Charlie? If not, he would have just told me no, right? Regardless, I rapidly picked up my shirt and pants and hustled down the hall. It was the first door on the right and when I made the turn, I stopped. I had never been in this room before and it was immaculate. A couch was to my right, bookshelves lined the walls, and there was a large wooden desk at the far end of the room with a leather chair behind it. Mr. Anderson had wasted no time and was already on the computer, presumably working.

At this point, I just wanted to get it over with, “Where would you like…”

“Don’t speak unless spoken to.” Mr. Anderson’s voice was stern. “Hang up your clothes.”

I glanced around. The walls of the room all appeared the same. I didn’t see anywhere to hang clothes.

“The closet is to your right.”

I moved slowly in that direction until I at last saw the doorknob. It was hidden well. I opened the door and pulled my pants through a hanger and put my shirt over it. The door shut with a click and I walked over to the desk.

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Author’s Note: This story is the sequel to my Valentine’s Day story “The 14th Anniversary”. It starts off where the first one ended. The story can also be read as a stand-alone piece. Please review.

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My reflexion in the mirror wall of the elevator carrying me up to our penthouse apartment looked tired. That was to be expected, I thought wearily, after hours of back to back surgeries and two patients dying before they even had made it on my table. I felt helpless anger at the drunk driver who had caused the multi car pile up. At least he too had died in the crash.

While I put in the code to unlock our door I envisioned myself relaxing on the couch with my wife in my arms before we would have to get ready for the annual Valentine’s Day Dinner and Ball. My beloved Sarah didn’t know it yet but tonight she would receive an award for her tireless work for the Children’s Hospital and it’s oncology wing, and she did it all with the power of the written word….

I dropped first my keys and then the box with long-stemmed peach coloured roses when I saw her kneeling there, on our couch table in plain view of the door, in tight, inescapable bondage. It was such a perfect picture of submission that I barely dared to breathe in fear to have it vanish like a fata morgana.

She knelt on the table with her knees spread wide and wetness glistening between her thighs, hands bound behind her back and the eyes downcast. Goddess, she was so beautiful. I could see the jugular vein pulsing with her rapid heartbeat and I knelt down. I took her head between my hands and lifted her chin to look into her beautiful blue-green eyes. She tried to smile around the bright red ball gag and I was so proud of her for doing this for me. I knew how much she detests gags of any kind because gags invariably let her drool, ball gags more than others.

I felt the urge to kiss her and removed the obstacle as gently as I could. She swallowed. Our lips touched. She opened her mouth to allow me access and I claimed her with teeth, lips and tongue. Even more than fourteen years after I had first seen her in an exclusive lesbian club named ‘Earheart’ I felt more passion for her than I ever would have thought possible to feel for a single human being.

And it’s more than just passion. I’m completely devoted to her, to my Sarah who has made me the centre of her life. I’m devoted to her and our life together and our beloved daughter.

“I love you, Sarah Eriksson-Garber,” I said and she tried to answer but her throat was too dry. That happened every time she had to wear a gag for more than an hour. Dear spirits, the sacrifices she makes for me.

I let her drink from a bottle of water I found on a side table. She drank greedily and thanked me, “I love you, Rebecca Garber-Eriksson. Happy Valentine’s Day, Mistress.”

“And to you, my love.”

I kissed her again and stroked the sides of her breasts that were bulging out of the breast harness she was wearing. I remember having seen her looking through some pictures with something similar on the internet a couple of weeks ago. She must have planned that little scene for a long time.

“Let me have a closer look at you, my Sarah.”

I kissed her on her forehead while I got up and circled the couch table and focused on the details but I didn’t touch, not yet. I knew I would do that soon. I longed to feel her skin but every work of art deserves to be properly appreciated. As soon as I no longer was in her line of sight Sarah once again lowered her eyes. It was such a simple gesture but it said so much about us, about our relationship. It moved me in ways I would not know how to describe.

I could see the strain the reverse prayer bondage put on her shoulders. I no longer could refrain from touching her. I fondled her right arse cheek and felt how she tried to press into my touch, “Don’t move, my love. Let me savour your work, your beauty.”

Sarah answered by settling down as best as she could. I traced the crotch rope up to her waist with the tip of my fingers and gently tugged at the strands running down to her big toes. She tried to stifle a gasp. I tugged a bit harder. This time a half-moan escaped her lips.

I kissed her neck, licked up to her ear and whispered, “You’re allowed to verbalise, my love, but not with words.”

I pulled the strings running through the nipple rings. She didn’t try to stifle her groan. I continued to play with both sets of ropes and was rewarded with a concert of sounds, varying in intensity and length but every one of them shooting directly from my ears to my groin.

I was wet and a part of me wanted to strip and have Sarah’s talented tongue take care of it, but that would have been too easy. There was so much more to enjoy.

Her muscles tensed with her steadily rising need. I untied the knots fixing the crotch rope to her toes and let it go slack. To have more leverage I balanced with one knee on the table and entered Tipobet her with two fingers. She was so wet I could have easily accommodated all four of my fingers.

The knot from the crotch rope was still centred over her clitoris and I created a rubbing motion by pressing the palm of my hand against it. Her moans and groans were rising in volume. My free hand played with the string threaded through the alligator clamps.

Sarah’s eyes were closed and if she would have been allowed to speak she would be begging to be allowed to come and she would do it with such desperation and endearing honesty that I would have been hard pressed not to give in. Such is her power.

Dear spirits, she was so beautiful. It was hard to believe that such a perfect creature was really mine, mine alone. Yes, there were a lot of other people, of other influences and demands in our life but moments like this one belonged only to us. They were a gift she kept on giving me, selflessly.

Suddenly all those precious sounds stopped. I knew she was fighting down an orgasm and was in awe of her will power and self-control. Adding another finger I ordered her to let go and give me her climax. It was so forceful she fought her restraints and the left nipple clamp slipped off. The sudden, unexpected pain made her cry out but also intensified her violent release.

Tears were running down her face and it made her even more beautiful. I kissed and licked them away and rocked her in my arms. I whispered soothing words in her ear until her breathing had calmed down. Goddess, how I loved that woman, my beautiful, submissive wife, my everything.

We kissed and I caressed her freed nipple with my right hand. It was meant to be gentle and soothing but the nipple was already getting hard again. Sarah was so responsive, even after close to one and a half decades it was still a marvel.

I warned her to brace herself for the other nipple clamp to come off, and this time there was nothing more than a sharp hiss as a sign of her discomfort. She was making me so fucking hot, it was unbelievable. I bent down and kissed and licked her nipples. I half expected her to press out her chest but she remembered my earlier instructions and stayed perfectly still.

I pulled the crotch rope free and undid the waist rope. There were slight discolorations and indentations from the hemp rope but nothing that wouldn’t disappear within the hour. I took the medicinal scissors that were lying next to the water bottle and cut off the base of the breast harness, effectively freeing her firm, round breasts from all restraints. As expected their bases were red and would swell up a bit over the next hour. It would make her look even more irresistible. I kissed the stripes and told her how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. She beamed at me with shining eyes. We kissed again.

Her hands were still bound behind her back. I decided that it would be the last piece of her bondage to go, “I love you, my Sarah. If we would not have to go out later I would leave you bound like this for most of the night.”

Her eyes widened and her expression told me that she had momentarily forgotten about the Valentine’s Day Charity Dinner. She opened her mouth to say something but remembered my earlier order.

“Good girl. Let’s free your legs. You’re allowed to answer my questions. It’s a quarter past five now. How long did you wait like this for me, baby?”

“Mistress Ava arrived at two thirty and left around three. So, a bit more than two hours, Mistress.”

She obviously wanted to add more but she stopped herself just in time. She had answered my question and that was all she was allowed to say.

I removed her leg restraints easily and saw with a smile how she had to flex her thigh muscles to keep her knees wide open. I helped her off the table and told her to walk in circles around the couch to get the circulation in her legs going again. Her movements were a bit jerky at first but that was to be expected with a bondage that put most of her weight on her shinbones and insteps.

I stripped quickly and sat down on the couch. I motioned for her to kneel in front of me as soon as she had recovered. I spread my legs and that was all the invitation she needed. She scooted forward and started to eat me. At first only her lips touched my skin as if she wanted to map the terrain. The lips were replaced by the tip of her tongue. She tried to clean my folds of every drop of my juices but I continuously produced more.

“Suck me clit, suck it hard,” I ordered.

She didn’t. Sarah licked my outer labia with the full length of her tongue, the right side first, then the left, right, left, right, left – and then her tongue delft into my folds, deep and quick, and for less than a heartbeat. It was agonising and heavenly. I was so wet. I only needed another small nudge to be pushed over the edge, but Sarah took her time.

I could feel her smile. She always smiled when Tipobet Giriş she deliberately disobeyed an order and knew that she would be punished for it, for her and my benefit. I could have stopped her and reasserted my dominance, but everything she had done so far had been for me and I certainly enjoyed her ministrations.

After what seemed like an eternity her lips finally closed around my engorged clit but instead of sucking it her teeth scraped over the sensitive flesh, and I came. I bucked my hips but she was too experienced to let herself be disturbed by it. Sarah once again bit down, not hard enough to hurt but enough to trigger a second wave of release.

Goddess, how much I love my woman.

I let myself sink back in the couch and she started to lick me clean, slowly and reverently. The touch of her tongue was soothing and comforting. It allowed me to regain my senses.

I felt her scoot back and decided that I would allow her to choose her punishment herself. Disobedience in a social setting would have earned her a session under the cane. In a play session like this it was dependent on the situation. I also decided that it would have to wait until after our return from the Charity Dinner.

Sarah’s eyes were downcast and her knees spread. Moisture was glistening on her shaven mons. Her nipples were still red from the clamps but also still stone hard. She was sitting absolutely still but I knew that this was only due to her training and her stubborn nature. She was primed and ready to enjoy another climax. I knew that her heart was beating in her throat. It would not take more than my order to make her come again. I wouldn’t even have to touch her. My sweet Sarah was still as irresistibly delectable as fourteen years ago.

“Look at me, Sarah.” Her blue-green eyes were dilated. “You disobeyed me. You do know that you will have to be punished, right?”

“Yes Mistress. I deserve to be punished.”

“Join me on the couch, my love. I want you to decide how you will be punished, and while you do some thinking I will free your arms. Your punishment will have to fulfil three conditions: one, I will not use a cane on you; two, it has to hurt more than a hand spanking; three, it must have the potential to bring you to orgasm.”

I freed her upper arms first and then her wrists and fingers. The marks on her lower arms would soon be gone. The ones on her upper arms, however, were considerably deeper. They would take at least a couple of days to fade. I could not help but admire her foresight. When we were shopping for her dress she had insisted on a black dress with a short body hugging jacket with three-quarter arms, instead of the strapless evening gown I would have preferred; thoughtful and sneaky at once. She just had to be admired.

I massaged her fingers and arms, well aware that every touch would be painful until her circulation had completely returned. Sarah took it well, of course, alter all we have done this hundred of times over the years. Since she still wasn’t allowed to speak except to answer questions she bent down and kissed my hands to thank me.

“So, what will be your punishment, my love?”

“You should beat me, Mistress, the insides of my thighs and my pussy. Beat me with a belt, preferably my father’s belt. Beat me until I beg you to be allowed to come, and then refuse me permission,” Sarah said.

“Your father’s belt? Interesting choice. We haven’t used that in years. What made you think of it?” I asked.

“I had some time to reminiscence while I was waiting for you to come home, my Mistress. My mind wandered back to our first meeting and to my first punishment at your hand. I remembered how gentle you were and how you let me get off lightly,” Sarah said.

“That’s not what you thought at the time, my love,” I replied.

“No, but I was young and stupid.”

“You were never stupid, my love, stubborn, yes, wilful, sometimes, but you also were and are a quick study. Now come. We’ll take a long shower and will only be fashionably late for our dinner,” I said.

“Do we have to go?” My beloved asked. “I’d rather stay home.”

“That’s not an option, Sarah, and I think we’ll have to add a sound spanking to your over-all punishment for speaking out of turn. Don’t you think so?”

“Yes, Mistress, a spanking sounds fair. Thank you, Mistress.”

Sarah’s playful smile told me that her supposed slip of the tongue had been quite deliberate, and I also knew why she did it. It was a gift, part of my Valentine’s day gift, just like the bondage.

Years ago I probably would have punished her for trying to top from the bottom, and I know she still would sincerely thank me should I decide to do so. Fourteen years ago I had told her that I wanted to own her, heart, body and soul, that I wanted to control and command and protect her, every hour of every day, and now I do. I’m sure of her love and devotion. I’m sure of her submission and my dominance.

In the Tipobet Güncel Giriş beginning we, I needed rituals and structures and clear rules. I needed to learn how to be a conscientious dominant and not an egotistical bastard like my father who had only been interested in one thing, his self-interest. Fourteen years ago, when I first approached my beloved Sarah I was much less self-confident than I let her believe. Now, I am sure of myself. Sarah also needed to learn. She needed to find her bearing in a way of life she only had ever dreamed about before we met.

We both had learned. Now, we still use the rituals, structures and rules. Most of them have become so natural to us that we no longer even think about them, and with the changes in our life the rules, of course, have also changed. Even a 24/7 D/s relationship like ours has to adapt with the addition of a child to the household.

The point is, we no longer need the rules to know who and what we are at any given moment. We just are. Sarah is mine and she always will be. She always will be my submissive, even when she does not call me ‘Mistress’. And I am hers and I always will be. I will always be her Mistress, even if I don’t give her any orders.

I allowed us the luxury of using up all of the hot water under the shower, and of course we did more than just wash each other. I let her brace herself against the tiled wall and took her from behind and I let her go down on me again. I also gave her a warm-up spanking before we got dressed to remind her that we still had plans for after the charity event.

While Sarah was up on the dais to receive her award I admired her lean, toned beauty. When we had first met she had been a bit chubby but regular cardio and flexibility training, the later a must to avoid injuries during bondage sessions, have changed that. My Sarah was by far the most beautiful woman in the room, and I was far from the only one who followed her graceful movement with my gaze.

The long black dress hugged her curves in all the right places. The low neckline showed her cleavage and knowing that just beneath she still had the marks form the breast harness made me more than hot. She had put up her hair with only a few tendrils curling at the side of her face. My gaze was irresistibly drawn to the diamonds I had added to her collar at our tenth anniversary.

To most people it was just a necklace she never took off, to us it was the symbol of our relationship, a platinum band with a pendant on which a big R was protectively cradling a smaller S, the initials of our first names. The stones sparkled almost as much as her eyes when she returned to our table, and propriety be damned, I kissed her as soon as she had reached me. Her eyes dilated but quickly returned to normal when she heard the applause coming from seemingly all sides. She blushed.

We did not stay longer than absolutely necessary to grease the wheels for future donations.

I peeled her out of her dress, leaving her in her high-heels and a smile. I allowed her to undress me, the fleeting touch of her fingers on my skin was heavenly. I had to really focus to get us to adjourn to the bedroom. So, I sent her to the playroom to fetch her father’s belt, a fly swatter and the big leather paddle. I did not intend to use the last two objects but it would keep her guessing. I also told her to put on her wrist and ankle cuffs though I did not plan on using them this night. It was more for the aesthetic value – and Sarah really likes wearing them.

I removed the comforter and put our pillows in the middle of the bed. I wanted her hips and pelvis elevated to have a better target area. It took only moments to arrange her on the mattress. Her hands were wrapped around the iron bars of the headboard. Her hips were resting on the pillows and her knees were pulled up and to the side, offering her nether parts in all their glistening glory.

Instead of blindfolding her as I had initially planned I put another pillow under her head. I now wanted her to see the strokes coming.

I sat on the edge of the bed and played with one of her nipples, “I’m in a generous mood tonight, my love. Do you want to count the strokes or not?”

“Thank you, Mistress. I’d like to count the strokes. If I don’t count them, I’ll slip into my head space and then it would not be a punishment any longer.”

I kissed her and picked up the old leather belt of her father. We had other belts that served the same purpose, most of them bought with disciplinarian use in mind, some evoking special memories, like the blood red belt with the braided inlays that left beautiful marks on the sensitive flesh of her breasts and inner thighs, or the black one with the wooden buckle that fit so perfectly in the palm of my hand.

None of them, however, were as special as Sarah’s late father’s belt. On our first date she had lied to me and two days later I had punished her with this belt. It had been her first punishment, the first time she had willingly submitted to me, the first time I had felt her pubic bone press against my thigh while she was draped over my lap. In a way that belt was almost as powerful a symbol of our union as her collar, even though we had not used it in years.

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Mr. Allen Ch. 02

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This is part of a short story, if you haven’t read the previous chapters, I would encourage you to start with chapter 1 and read them all in order.

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I awoke the next morning with a splitting headache. It was one of those mornings where you wake up trying to remember what you had done the night before. But then I noticed, I couldn’t move my legs or arms…I was tied to all 4 corners of the bed, I was lying there spread eagle…I turned my head to look at the alarm clock, it was 1 in the afternoon, I rarely slept past 9am, and that was on the worst of hangovers. I didn’t think I’d had that much to drink. At the same time I looked at the alarm clock, something on the floor caught my eye, it was Andrea’s boots. Oh shit-what did I do, I thought to myself. Just then, she walked in the room in one of my t-shirts; damn she looked hot, and the worst part was I couldn’t remember a thing, I might have slept with one of the most beautiful girls I knew, and I couldn’t remember. This was it, I’d said it a hundred times before, but now I was sure, I was done drinking.

Andrea came and straddled me. Good, maybe I had another chance I thought. Trying not to look dumb, I said “um, what? Did we…?”

She looked at me with that smirk of hers, “Don’t you remember Mr. Allen; don’t worry…I got it all on camera for you.”

I looked at her dumbfounded; she reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her digital camera.

“You probably can’t remember, she said. That’s because I drugged you with that last drink when we got here. Don’t worry, guys usually black Tipobet out from the drug.” Implying that this wasn’t the first time she had done this.

Then she started showing me the pics on the camera. I couldn’t believe it. I was wearing woman stockings and bra, and I had makeup on!! I looked like a drag queen!!

“It gets better Mr. Allen. “She said.

She then proceeded to show me more pics; the next ones horrified me. It was me sucking on a cock!

She laughed an evil laugh, “Don’t worry Mr. Allen, it’s just a dildo, but it sure looks real, doesn’t it.”

She even had one with it up my ass, and the way she took the picks, you couldn’t tell it was her and a dildo, it looked like a guy was fucking me up the ass!! She had put on a pair of my pants with the dildo sticking out, so it looked like a guy was really fucking me!!

“Is this some kind of sick joke you’re playing on me?” I yelled at her.

“Oh no Mr. Allen, this is no joke. You see, I don’t know what I want from you right now, but I’ll think of something. It might be something as simple as writing a paper for one of my classes, or it could be making a car payment for me, you wouldn’t want me to loose the mustang would you?” she said with an evil grin on her face.

Now I was mad. “The hell if I will!” I yelled at her.

“T T T, where’s the nice Mr. Allen I met last night who was willing to do anything just to feel my boots?” She said with that same evil grin.

Then she showed me the camera again and sure enough, there were several pics of me Tipobet Giriş licking her boots. “If you don’t give me what I want, when I want it, I send these to the entire HS staff, and just to make sure, to my little sister, the one who is a junior this year. That way she can pass it around to the rest of the student body, you know you have lots of students who would love to see these pics.”

My reputation and career as a teacher would be ruined.

“Just give me what I want when I want it and maybe I’ll let you taste my boots when you’ll be able to remember it. Now, before I untie you I called my apt and left a message on my answering machine, if I don’t beat my roommate home to delete it, she will get back later tonight to hear all about me being taken home by Mr. Allen, so this will be the first place they look if I should end up missing. And I’ve also taken the time to leave some of my underwear hidden in your house. Now, just to show you I’m a good sport, I’m going to jerk you off, you wanted to so bad last night, but you were just to out of it to perform, shame those drugs do that to guys.” Once again hinting that; but not coming right out and admitting that she had done this before.

“First, we have to get you hard, don’t we.” She said.

She reached back and started tugging on my cock with one hand, then lifted up the shirt of mine that she was wearing with her other, exposing her bare shaven pussy to me.

“Who knows Tom, you play this right, and you might even get to taste that someday.” as she dipped her finger in Tipobet Güncel Giriş her pussy.

“Good thing I had my dildo with me to satisfy me after you passed out last night. I know what will really make you hard.” She said as she reached down and grabbed her boots. She put them on her feet right beside my head. I could see them, smell them, and hear the zipper as she zipped them up. She was right; I was now hard as a rock. She turned around and placed a boot at each side of my head, and grabbed my cock and really started stroking it.

“The harder you lick my boots, the harder I stroke.”

She had me under her spell and she knew it. It didn’t take me long to cum, when she felt me twitching, she stood up and directed my cum on her boot. I came like never before.

Then she held the boot to my face and ordered me to lick it all off.

At first I resisted.

“Now Tom, just be a good boy and do as I say.” She said.

Then she grabbed my cock and dug her in with her fingernails.

I let out a scream and said “OK!”

“Ok what? OK MISTRESS!” she yelled at me, and dug in again.

“OK MISTRESS!” I screamed in pain, and began to lick my own cum from her boots as she took even more pics. “OK Tom, I’m going to go e-mail these to myself, and then get dressed. Don’t worry; I’ll untie you before I leave.”

About 30 minutes later, she came back in my room all cleaned and dressed up.

“Now Tom, when you get e-mails from Sue Johnson from now on, that will be me. I’ll be e-mailing you with directions. I should be home in a few weeks, I expect you to serve me, so don’t make plans.”

With that, she untied just one of my hands, giving her enough time to get out of my house and down the road before I got the rest of myself untied. She wouldn’t have had to though; I was under her spell.

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Morning Makeshift

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She awoke in his arms. Happily, she cuddled closer to him and his arms tightened around her. She could feel the warmth of his skin through the thin cotton material of her tshirt. One of his hands moved lazily down her body, playing with the waistband of her pajamas. He let his thumb slide under the elastic, gently caressing her increasingly sensitive skin. She writhed her hips, pushing them towards his hand in invitation. He teased her by pulling back, instead caressing her over the flannel material. The friction and the warmth of his hand through the fabric made her moan. She pushed against him again, wanting more pressure and more speed. He lowered his other arm so that it was around her waist and pulled her hips tightly against him. She could no longer move against his hand; he was in control, and his hand continued to tease her against the pajamas.

“Oh, please…” She murmured.

“Shhh.” He whispered against her ear, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down her entire body. He nibbled at her earlobe, gently, and his darted out to taste her heated skin. He moved his mouth down her neck, nibbling, kissing. She felt her groin tightening, her need becoming just short of unbearable. As his mouth moved down, his hand moved up, and in a sudden movement he was- finally- inside her pajamas. His fingers slid over her wetness, slowly tracing lazy circles around her clitoris. She moaned, Tipobet wanting more, and in a sudden movement his fingers slid down and inside her. He moved his fingers in wide circles against the walls of her vagina, pushing deeply inside of her. His palm pressed against her as he pushed his fingers as deeply inside her as they would go, enveloping his fingers to the knuckles in her tight wetness. As he moved his fingers, his palm rubbed against her clitoris. She tried to move her hips against him, and he tightened his arm around her further, his fingers digging into her hips, keeping her still. He kept his rhythm slow, steady, not giving in to her frantic need, but building up her desire at his own controlled pace.

Her breathing was ragged, her head thrown back against his chest. He pulled his fingers out of her, instead pressing them against her clitoris and moving them in small tight circles against her. The pressure and speed brought her to orgasm within seconds, her legs tightening and her hands grasping at the sheets in her release. After her final shudder, he released her, and turned her around to face him.

She licked her bottom lip as she looked up at him and he leaned his head down to nibble at it, gently at first. Then, with a harder nip, he pushed her lips open further, moving his tongue inside her mouth. He was no longer controlled, but seeking, wanting. Her Tipobet Giriş mouth responded; she was willing to give. He pushed down her pajamas with one hand and she twisted her hips to assist him. She felt his hardness as she moved against him and moved her hands down to push down his pajamas. He was out of them and above her in an instant. He pushed her legs apart as far as the pajama pants, still around her knees would allow. His knees held the pajama pants against the bed, trapping each of her legs in makeshift shackles. His weight kept them in place, rendering her legs immobile. He pushed her tshirt up around her neck, raising her arms as he pulled the sleeves just to her wrists. Then he put his hands on either side of her head, trapping the thin fabric beneath him. Her wrists were held in place on either side of his by the tightly stretched fabric of her tshirt and she could not move her head without choking against the fabric across her throat.

She expected him to plunge into her, now that she was bound and under his power. Instead, he used his cock to slowly tease her, running along her labia and moving back and forwards over her clitoris. Only when she raised her hips, taking advantage of the only part of her body that she could move freely, did he slide into her. Her hips were now trapped under his, freed only during the brief moments when he pulled back, only to Tipobet Güncel Giriş plunge more deeply into her. Her bound legs created tenser muscles and a tighter space; she was snug and wet around his cock, her muscles quivering around him with every movement. Each thrust stroked her gspot, and she arched her hips to increase the pressure, the pleasure becoming more intense with each stroke.

“Don’t stop!” She cried, desperate for the release building inside of her.

He increased his speed, not pulling back so far, and he pushed harder into her. His cock pressed against her gspot with more pressure and more frequency, bringing her to the edge of orgasm. As he felt her muscles tighten and quiver against his cock, he pulled the fabric against her neck more tightly, limiting her air and blood flow by just enough to make her orgasm that much more intense. Her whole body shook against him and she gasped and moaned loudly, despite of her constricted vocal cords. He plunged into her once, twice more. Instead of exploding inside her, he released the fabric around her wrists and neck to push himself up and grabbed his cock to guide his release onto her breasts.

He stared down at her for a moment, half bound and marked as completely his, watching his seed slide down her body. He reached for her tshirt, pulling it down to absorb his wetness, just before it hit the sheets. He moved beside her, freeing her legs, allowing her to pull her pajamas back up before he pulled her against him. She snuggled back into his arms, into the same position they were in when she woke up, the tshirt drying and sticking to her skin the only evidence of their lovemaking.

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Molly’s New Life Ch. 3

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Molly’s Feeding is not over yet:

Molly sat silently in the car beside her Master. She was still very unsure of what he expected of her, and glad he seemed to be giving her some time to learn. She knew, without thinking, that she would to anything he asked of her, but she was unsure what he expected her to do without being asked. She felt herself flush slightly as she wondered just what things he might ask that she had not even imagined. She sensed he would treat her in a very degrading manner often, and that pain, especially to her tits, would be common, and the thought of both of these things made her hot.

Marcus glanced over at her. Oh how he was going to enjoy her! He was going to use her like she had never been used before, and what pleasure he was getting from her humiliation! Having her suck off cocks under the table had made him soooo hard, he hadn’t been able to wait to get his cock back in her mouth. He had known how embarrassed she was feeling while she sucked, and knew he was ready for the next step… having her suck in public, in plain view of an audience. She needed to be more openly treated like a slut, a worthless cumguzzler, and he needed to watch her do it! Oh yes! He couldn’t wait.

Slowing the car a little, he reached over and tugged her dress off her tits so they exploded out over the fabric invitingly.

“You should dress like this whenever possible. I know certain places frown on it, but in the car with me, you must ALWAYS bare your tits, understand?”

“Yes Sir.” she said softly.

“MMMmmmm.” He sighed. “They would look much better if they had more marks on them. I must remedy that as soon as possible, don’t you agree, slave?”

“Yes Sir.”

He smiled as he noticed her slight blush, and saw her nipples tense. He knew she wanted they hurt. He would be glad to oblige her!

“Not quite yet though slut, first we must see to your belly. I will not be known as a Master who does not feed his slave well enough, and since you require loads of cum to be satiated, we must find you more to feed on hmmm?”

“Yes Sir.” She blushed again, and he smiled, then turned his attention to his driving. “Ahh, there…. I’m sure those young men would be glad to help you out.” He pulled the car over beside an old truck parked at a vacant lot where four rough looking guys were hanging around. They looked about 19 or 20 she thought. They stood straight and looked at Marcus warily as he opened his door.

“Hi, how’s it going today?” He lifted his hand. “I hope I’m not interrupting, I just noticed you here and wondered… Tipobet well….” He glanced into the car at her. “To get right to the point, I need your help.”

The guys tried to follow his gaze to see what he was looking at, and one obviously caught sight of Molly, for he let out quite a loud whistle and began pointing her out to the others, who slowly moved closer.

“Whatcha need help with Dude?” One asked, leering at Molly now.

“Well, you guys look young and strong. I was hoping you would have some cum to donate to a good cause.” He grinned at them and they broke into wide grins of their own.

“Cum huh?”

“Yes, the more the better. You see, I took my bitch out for lunch, and she drained all the cocks I could find that were willing to feed her, but she’s just not full yet. She needs to suck a LOT of cocks to get her fill. I was hoping she could suck yours? Oh, I mean, if you wouldn’t mind?”

They whistled again and one opened his pants immediately. “Damn, she can suck mine all she wants.”

Marcus smiled. “Good, Good! Slut, I’ve found you some food, get yourself over here and work for it!”

Molly slid slowly out of the car, blushing brightly, and glancing around to see if there were any other cars around. As she began to walk towards them she noticed Marcus’ angry stare, and gasped, immediately dropping to her knees. She continued her way crawling, the pavement hard under her bare knees, until the first of the boys stuffed his cock roughly in her mouth. Hoping to please her Master that he would forgive her for not crawling right away, she sucked this cock hard and hungrily, listening to the sounds of delight the boy made, and the cat calls and comments his friends were making.

When the cock spurtted into her mouth she sucked hard, drinking the cum as if she were starved, draining it over every drop. He pulled out of her mouth and another was stuffed in, and she sucked that one dry too, then the next, and the next, until all four of them had drained their cum down her throat. At Marcus’ command she crawled back tot he car, her ass and cunt bare and on display to the boys, while Marcus thanked them for their help.

Once in the car he scowled at her. “What made you think you could walk like a woman? You are a slut! A Whore! Nothing but a pet, understand? I thought I told you crawl unless otherwise instructed?”

“I am sorry Master, I am new, I forgot, please, I will try not to do it again.” She was shaking, afraid of what might happen to her for her missbehaviour, and he frowned at her.

“You Tipobet Giriş better not do it again! Walk only if I say “walk”. If I say “come”, or “go”, or any other command, then you crawl, understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good. You WILL be punished for this later. Right now, I will allow you the luxury of getting fed more.”

It was almost dark now, and she looked out of the car to see where they were. It seemed they were in the middle of nowhere, but there was a set of wooden bleachers next to the car. Throughthem she could just make out what looked like a baseball diamond lit by a few lights on poles around the outside. She could see people moving about as if practicing but could not see how many.

“Follow me.” Marcus said. “I know this team, they’ll be happy to help you.” He got out of the car and walked towards the field, leaving Molly to crawl awkwardly behind. By the time she reached the edge of the field it was obvious Marcus had already explained his plan to them, for they were all gathered together watchign ehr crawl across the grass. Marcus pointed towards the pitchers diamond.

“There, bitch.” He said, and she diverted her path to the bare earth of the mound in the middle of the field, where most of the light was directed.

“Who wants to go first?” Marcus asked casually. “Go for it, feed her as much as you want. If any of you need to start over after the others go, be my guest. Just remember, mouth only cuz she’s famished, OK. I’m just going to have a seat on the bleachers and watch the show.” He grinned and waved at them, and walked away. Molly caught a glimpse of him climbing up the bleachers as the first cock pushed into her mouth. She began sucking, like she needed desperately to be fed, while the team cheered their teammate on.

One after the other they fed her. It seemed like a never ending line of cocks in her mouth, shooting their cum into her mouth while she swallowed it down. She was sure she sucked each of them at least twice before the crowd began to thin, and finally the last cock pulled satisfied from ehr lips. She looked around to see if there was anyone else, then glanced towards the bleachers. Marchis was walking slowly across the field, talking with a few of the men and shaking their hands.

“That should do her for a while huh?” One was saying, and Marcus smiled.

“I doubt it, but it will hold her off for a few minutes at anyway. She needs a lot of cum. I’ve never seen her satisfied yet. But I haven’t time to find more cum for her right now, there is some unfinished business I need Tipobet Güncel Giriş to tend to with her now, that can’t wait any longer. Thanks for your help guys.”

They all spoke at once, but Molly was sure they were saying they would help out ANY time they were needed, and Marcus replied “Well, I know when your practice is, you may just se more of her in the future. It’s good to know where I can find a LARGE group of willing men to take the edge of her hunger for me.”

With that he ordered her to follow him, and she crawled back to the car, listening to the men talking about her sucking cocks, and how they would love to have a piece of her ass and cunt too. When she reached the car, where she couldno longer hear them, Marcus told her to take off her dress and get in the car naked.

They drove back to his place in silence. He had a large house in a quiet neighbourhood where the houses were set well apart from each other. There was a fence around his yard, and a hedge across the front. He kept his car in the garage, but hen they arrived him, he stopped just at the end of the driveway.

“Get out here.” He said, and she looked at him questioningly. “Leave the dress, get out naked, and walk to the house from here. I will park the car and open the door for you from the inside. Walk slowly to the house, but I expect to find you on you rknees on the mat when I open the door.”

“Yes Sir.” Was all she said, then she climbed nervously out of the car. As he pulled away from her and she walked slowly towards the house, the was too embarrassed to look around to see if there was anyone who could see her. Her legs were shaking as she walked, but her cunt was also wet and tingling, and her nipples hard.

She was kneeling as instructed when he opened the door. Without a word he pointed inside and she crawled in, hearing the door click behind her.

“Now.” He said, a hint of strictness in his voice. “What so you think I should do about your bad behaviour tonight? More than once you dissapointed me in public, slut.”

“I am sorry Sir.” she said weakly.

“I have had enough of your sorrow, whore.” His voice was stern. “What shall I DO about your behaviour?”

She gulped. “Punish me Sir, please. I deserve it, please punish me …. soon…. Sir.”

Had she been looking, she would have seen a hint of a smile on the corner of his lips as he listened to her plea. She was pleasing him very much tonight, much more than she has dissapointed him, but he needed to punish her all the same. He needed the pleasure he was going to get from administering her punishments, and she needed to feel the pain, both for her pleasure and to teach her her place.

“Very well, slut.” He said. “You know where to go. First I will punish you, then I will deal with some other unfinished business with you.”

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