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8 Aug 9:40 PM

(Four hours prior to Tillman’s crisis at the end of Chapter 9)

Circe

I had been sitting on the back porch and just chatting with Alexandra like we’d been friends for ages. Of course the two bottles of wine had also helped the conversation. Eventually we meandered to Tillman.

“Alexandra, can you tell me anything about Tillman? It seems like he knows all sorts of things about me but I know very little about him. Can you tell me about how you came to know him? I don’t want you to get in trouble or anything though.”

She got a far off look in her eyes and I saw the beginnings of tears. Alexandra paused for a moment like she was choosing her words carefully.

“I really like you Miss and I know that you will keep this to yourself as much as you can, knowing what Tillman’s talents are. What I’m going to tell you I’ve never told anyone else but I very much want to tell you.”

“Firstly you need to know that I work for Tillman, both in a civilian role and a military one but I knew him long before I ever went in the military. The short story is that Tillman and one of his teams saved my life and that of my two sisters. Civil war was raging in my home country and some rebels came to our house one night. My father tried to protect us and our mother but the rebels overpowered him. The tied him to a chair and made him watch as they brutally raped my mother for days. Eventually she died from the abuse and then they gouged out his eyes. The leader would not let the men touch me and my sisters but I didn’t know why.”

“We were blindfolded and put in a truck which traveled for a few days. We stopped one night and were taken into a house and our blindfolds removed. An older woman was there and she took us with her and told us everything was going to be alright. But it wasn’t. She ran a whorehouse and we had been sold into the sex trade by the rebels.”

“It was a nightmare Miss, and it went on for weeks but me and my sisters did what we had to in order to survive. Then very late one night, when all the customers were passed out, there were flashes of light, and bangs, and soldiers with night vision goggles clearing the rooms. They told all the girls they were friends and they were there to take us to safety. There were female soldiers with them and they took us to helicopters. On the way out of the whorehouse we saw many dead customers and the security men who guarded us.”

“We were brought to the United States and Tillman arranged for everyone to have good homes and educations. When I turned eighteen I decided to join the military to try to pay back some of the great gift I’d been given. After a few years Tillman arranged to have me transferred to his special unit. But I can’t tell you anymore about that side of things.”

Honestly I was dumbfounded. This lithe, beautiful woman was a rape survivor and someone on a very special military team. I had experienced some of her personal strength previously and now it all made sense. “Please go on Alexandra. I’m just happy with whatever you are allowed to tell me.”

“Yes of course Miss. In any case, Tillman saved my life, and not just that one time. It has been many times since on various missions. But I should also tell you this, but you must promise to never tell Tillman, even under torture.”

“Alexandra, I will do my best but I’m not sure I can promise that. You know how capable he is. I can promise you that I would have to be in extreme pain before I said anything.”

She paused for a moment and looked intently into my eyes as though she were trying to judge my determination to keep her secret. Then in a moment I could see that she had decided.

“Miss, I am in love with Tillman, and have been for years. Who wouldn’t be after what he did? But he does not love me. Not in that way anyway. He sees me as a little sister, and if he ever found out my true feelings he would kick me off the team because he would say that my emotional involvement could cloud my judgment. But being on the team is the only way I can watch out for him, and I love him so much that I care more about his well-being than my own personal feelings.”

A couple of tears formed and ran down her cheek which were quickly wiped away as she perceptibly forced her composure back in line.

“I should also tell you that I’m very worried about him. He never talks about it but at one time he was engaged to a really great woman but a terrorist group found out about her. While he was away on a mission they kidnapped and tortured her. Eventually the strangled her and dumped her body. They taped the whole thing and put it on the internet. He actually saw a highly censored clip of the video while he was sitting in the airport on the way home. He pretended like it didn’t impact him but between that and the stuff we have done on missions…”

Her voice trailed off into tears and I joined right in. After a few minutes of hugging and crying she continued. I had questions I wanted to ask but didn’t dare interrupt such an outpouring of feelings.

“He has nightmares Miss and gets very little sleep. sefaköy escort And they are getting worse. He used to talk to all of us about things beyond the missions but now he is just so withdrawn. But you came along and it seemed to help. He looks at you in a way that he’s never looked at me, or any other woman that I know of. Some of the guys have mentioned how he looks at you and they say it’s the same look he had with his fiancé. And I know what you are thinking Miss. You are thinking about my feelings and how that if I love him so much it must really hurt me for him to have feelings for you. And you are thinking you should step away. But you cannot do that. I want him to be happy because of all that he has done for my family and so many others. He deserves some happiness that I can’t give him. But maybe you can. And if you are able to help him then I would be indebted to you and it would complete my happiness.”

“But I’m so afraid that he’s going to do something to himself. He has sunk to depths that the Team is just as worried as I am now but we are helpless to reach him.”

At that last statement Alexandra began to cry and this time she didn’t try to hold it back. I cried along with her. Such a sad story for a man who had done so much to help others. Then I got really scared. I had a premonition that something bad was about to happen.

“Alexandra?”

“Yes Miss?”

“I’m going to ask you to do something for me. I’m scared something bad is about to happen to Tillman and I want you to get in touch with him right now. Tell him that I’m freaking out about something and that he needs to get me to his place right away and that you think I’m in really bad shape. Will you do that for me? For Tillman?”

She didn’t even hesitate and picked up her phone and stepped into the other room and made the call.

9 Aug 12:32 AM

Tillman

I was floating above myself and watching me place the muzzle of the 45 automatic in my mouth. It would be quick and then I could be at peace from all those demons. It would be so nice to rest. My finger tightened on the trigger taking up the slack. And then my phone rang with the emergency ring tone. I contemplated not answering for a moment and my finger continued to tighten on the trigger. Then it rang again and I got pissed. I set the gun aside and answered the phone.

“Hi boss. We have a problem here. Angel is freaking out and I can’t calm her down. Something must have set off another trigger and I’m worried about her stability. She keeps mumbling something and then saying your name over and over. It might be best if you got her to your place.”

Ugh! I had to admit that this messed things up a bit but Angel needed help and I was always the helper wasn’t I? I told Alexandra that I’d have the car there shortly to pick her up. As I was hanging up I reached over and dropped the pistol into the partially opened nightstand drawer.

9 Aug 12:35 AM

Circe

“He agreed Miss. The car is on the way and should be here in 20 minutes. His voice was very detached and I’m even more scared now. What are you going to do when you get there?”

“I’m not totally sure Alexandra but I think you people in the military call it a tactical interdiction don’t you?”

Alexandra nodded.

“For now I’ll just have to play it by ear but it’s time Mr. Tillman let some people help him. But I need your help at the moment. We need to make me look like I’ve had a total breakdown so let’s get my makeup messed up, and my hair and clothes a wreck.”

Alexandra started to work and another idea entered my mind.

“And let’s find me a button up top that can be opened easily but will hide that I’m not wearing a bra. And let’s find some of that calming oil.”

“What are you planning Miss? I see a conniving look in your eyes.”

I laughed, “Alexandra, Tillman might have fought a lot of battles against a lot of bad guys over the years, but he’s about to fight another battle that I hope he loses. My mother used to have panic attacks and I think Tillman is going to get to see one in action.” With that I winked at Alexandra and we got to work since we only had about 15 minutes left.

9 Aug 1:40 AM

Tillman

The chime indicated that the car was pulling into the driveway. I stepped out to meet it and even before the engine stopped I heard sobbing. My driver shot me a concerned look and I opened the door to see a completely disheveled Angel. Her eyes were puffy, mascara had run all down her cheeks, and lipstick was smeared all over her mouth. Her hair was a rats nest, she was hyperventilating and her eyes were darting wildly about. I reached in to help her out and she screamed. What the hell was this all about? Truthfully I was a little worried because it was so out of character for her. What had set this episode off? I finally got her in the house but she was hysterical and I couldn’t make out anything she was saying. Then she got a phrase out between the tears and the rapid breaths.

“I, I, nee..d to l-lay down….”

She latched on to me with a death silivri escort grip and wouldn’t let go. I half-walked half-carried her to my bedroom and tried to lay her on the bed, but she wasn’t letting go. Roxie was giving me the evil eye and I told her to go to bed which she dutifully did, although grudgingly. I tried prying her loose but the grip just got stronger as did the hyperventilating. I had no choice but to fall onto the bed with her and I tried to work my way loose but all I got was increased reaction and sobbing.

“P-please don-don’t leave me!”

So there I lay on my side with her locked to the front of me and incoherent. I wasn’t sure what to do so I just did nothing except stroke her hair.

Circe

Now I had him where I wanted him and he had taken the bait hook line and sinker. I was afraid that he would see through my deception but either I was a good actor or he wasn’t thinking clearly. In this case it was probably a little of both. My next step was to get onto my back and after an appropriate length of sobbing and hyperventilating I relaxed my grip enough to roll back onto the bed. Of course the chivalrous Tillman tried to extricate himself to leave but I was having none of that. As he tried to pull away I ramped up the hysteria and begged him not to leave me. I grabbed him by the shoulder and neck and pulled his head down to lay on my chest.

“I feel like my heart is going to explode from my chest. Please just lay here with me. Please!”

I used my best helpless female voice. Now before you get all bent out of shape please remember that I was trying to help him and I was shooting from the hip. If talking sappy was what would work then sappy was what he was going to get. Sue me if you don’t like it.

He laid still with his head on my chest and so I gave him some positive reinforcement by slowing my breathing and calming on the crying. I made sure to make my breathing deep and rhythmic and he started to relax even more. As I slowed even more his body started to go limp and I reached for my silk shirt and pulled it open. His cheek was now laying on my bare breasts which had some of the calming oil on them.

As I relaxed he relaxed, and soon I could tell that he was asleep. As I laid there I stroked his hair but I didn’t go to sleep. I wanted to hold him and keep him asleep so while I was laying there I glanced around the room. On the dresser was a picture of him and a very beautiful woman in what looked like an engagement picture. I stifled the urge to cry but wept on the inside. Turning my gaze I saw the partially opened drawer of the bedside nightstand which contained a pistol. I hoped it was just for defense but had a nagging feeling it had a more ominous purpose.

The warmth of the side of his face on my bare breasts was having an effect on me. Plus he had some beard stubble coming in and it was creating a prickly sensation on my tits. Add to that my forced celibacy and the experiences of the past few months which I couldn’t stop thinking about had the normal biological on me. I started getting wet. What the hell, he was probably going to figure this out and cancel the contract and I was crazy horny.

I reached my free hand down and undid my jeans and slid my hand into my panties and followed my labia to my vagina and dipped my finger into my juices and smeared them on my clit. Tillman laid there on my breasts his breath warming them. My arousal built as did the flow of my juices and I went back numerous times to transfer more to my clit. The little circles I was tracing got more urgent and quickened and I focused on Tillman laying there on my tits. I tried really hard not to react strongly to my orgasm but didn’t do a good job. In any case Tillman didn’t stir.

I couldn’t stop myself and kept masturbating to three more orgasms and Tillman slept through them all. I was so fucking wet that my jeans were soaked. Then I had a killer idea. I took all my fingers and scooped as much juice as I could and smeared it all over my chest. I went back a bunch more times until my whole chest was wet and smelled of my musk. Then I laid there the rest of the night stroking Tillman’s hair as he slept. I didn’t know where things would go next but basically I was living in the moment.

9 Aug 9:45 AM

Tillman

Fog was clearing from my head. Light was getting through my eyelids. What time was it? I was feeling really good. Why was that? Oh, no nightmares. This was great. What was I laying on? Then the night before came to mind. Angel. I’m laying on her chest but there’s no shirt or bra. The soft warmth of her bare breasts overpowered me. Then my nostrils picked up a scent off her skin but it wasn’t perfume. It smelled really familiar and good. I breathed in deeply and then it clicked. It smelled like pussy.

An electric jolt of adrenaline and testosterone shot through every cell of my body and I honestly lost my senses. My penis jumped to life and my hand crept up to find a breast. It found the target and gently squeezed and then brushed the nipple. Angel let out a little yenibosna escort moan and pushed slightly into my hand. I circled her areola with my fingertip and then rolled the nipple between my fingers. It immediately got hard.

Turning my head slightly my lips found her other breast and began to kiss gently. Angel moaned a little more and turned towards me. My tongue flicked out at her nipple and started licking off the dried pussy juice. I was so far gone I didn’t even question why it was smeared all over her tits. Within just a moment she grabbed me and pulled me towards her lips which parted eagerly, her tongue eagerly seeking out mine and every nook and cranny of my mouth. She grabbed my tongue with her lips and sucked it in and out of her mouth repeatedly like some little cock stroking in and out of a vagina.

My hand traced along her stomach to the waistband of her jeans which were already undone, another curiosity that my lusting brain overlooked. Sliding my hand in under her panties I found an oasis of warmth, softness, and wetness. She moaned louder and bucked her hips towards my hand which was exploring the folds of her flower.

More testosterone let loose when I felt the pressure of her hand against my erection. I hadn’t been hard like that in a long time and I basked in the sensation. I barely noticed that she had moved and my pants were being undone. But I for sure took notice when my cock was encircled by her hand and pulled free. She stroked it for a few moments and then I felt the warmth of her lips on the head of my penis. I nearly came right then and there. Her lips slid down to the base of my cock and I heard her make a little gagging sound followed by a moan of pleasure to which I added my own. I was lost in the sensation of her mouth sucking and licking my cock and then she sucked my balls into her mouth. Mentally at that point I was no longer there. My whole being focused on my cock and her sucking it in and out of her mouth.

“Tillman, grab my hair and fuck my mouth!”

Robotically I obeyed and began thrusting like a man possessed. I was getting close and I stopped and pulled out.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m stopping. I’m about to cum.”

“I don’t want you to stop. I want you to shoot your cum in the back of my throat.”

To which I thrust right back in to the base of my cock. She made a gurgling sound and then thrust out her tongue and licked my balls. I lost it and started pounding her throat mercilessly. She just moaned harder and the harder I thrust the louder she moaned. I couldn’t take it anymore and felt the muscles in my groin start to tighten, and they got tighter and harder to the point they almost hurt. Then she grabbed my balls and it was unstoppable then. Muscles contracted, my cock jerked in her mouth and jet after jet of hot cum shot down her throat. She was moaning and swallowing and I noticed that she was rubbing her pussy while I was shooting my load in her mouth.

Finally the last contraction stopped but my erection remained firm. Angel sucked and swallowed the last remaining cum from my cock and moved up next to my ear and whispered, “You’re not done yet,” and then climbed up and straddled my face hovering over it about a foot away so that I had a good view. Looking up I saw her engorged pussy and then noticed a little glistening clear drop. I watched mesmerized as it grew and then dropped away connected by a strand of juice. It dangled there, swaying gently back and forth and getting longer and closer to my face. I opened my mouth and touched the drop with the tip of my tongue and it stuck itself there. Soon the strand started streaming and I eagerly sucked her juices into my mouth.

The taste of her was pure bliss and soon I couldn’t stand it anymore and I grabbed her hips and pulled her pussy to my mouth. I flicked my tongue into her vagina, and licked along her labia and then circled her clit. She moaned and pushed into my mouth. Again and again, vagina, labia, clit until I sensed she was nearing climax and I focused solely on her clit and clitoral hood. Her moans increased, and she started to grind her hips and Angel grabbed my hair and forced my face hard into her pussy. Her orgasm was strong and hard and she screamed with ecstasy as she rode the wave. Her wetness flowed freely over my face.

Before the orgasm ended she rolled off onto her back and spread her legs.

“Fuck me Teacher. Fuck me now. Make me your bitch, Make me cum again!”

My cock was raging hard and I rolled over between her legs and positioned my cock against the lips of her pussy, and rubbed it into her labia to pick up her lube. She didn’t close her eyes and was looking right at me begging me to enter her. Finally she couldn’t stand it anymore and reached for my cock and rammed it into her pussy. Her warmth enveloped me and she grunted with delight. I descended into a frenzy of mad thrusting and not thinking much at all about her needs. But I do know that she came a bunch of times, or at least made a good show of it if she was faking. In any case I blissfully banged away at her pussy, biting her neck and nipples, grabbing handfuls of butt, pulling her hair roughly, slamming her hips into the bed. Then the familiar tension built again but much stronger this time. My thrusting went out of control and I started grunting and my cum released in wave after wave. Then my world went black.

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“I think you should go. You’ll enjoy yourself.” Mom sat on the couch sipping a cup of coffee.

“Class reunions are a cliché, Mom.”

“Still, it will be interesting to see how people turned out.”

“These people weren’t interesting in high school. What makes you think they’ve gotten better?”

“Well, in thirty years they’ve experienced life, and that always changes people, for the good or bad. Besides, what else would you be doing on Saturday night?” I gave her a look that silently said you don’t have to remind me I have no social life.

So, there I was, parking my car and walking into a reception room at the Holiday Inn. Just as I suspected, people were gathered in little clusters around the room. The groups seemed to be made up of the same people who hung out together in high school. Looking around I could pick out the jocks, the brainy kids, and ones in the in-crowd who always thought they were so cool. I ordered a drink from the bar just to have something in my hands. I never thought of myself as a loner, but I never fit into those groups, either. My best friend, Marla, and I were inseparable all through school. But I knew she’s in Texas, and wouldn’t even expect her to come home for this.

I heard a quiet commotion over by the door. Guys were hitting each other on the back, glad to see each other after so long. But then they seemed to break off into a couple groups.

I turned my attention to a movement in the corner of my eye. I couldn’t believe it. There was Bud Whittington! Walking toward me with his crooked smile and eyes that looked right through me.

“Karen! I’m so glad to see you. I didn’t think you’d come to this.”

“Yeah, well, I really didn’t think you’d show up. You never went to a high school function in your life.”

“Nothing else to do on a Saturday night. I thought it might be fun to see these people older. Could I get you a drink?”

“No, thanks, I’m still nursing this one.” We sipped our drinks quietly looking at each other. We shared a locker for three years in school. He was what the ‘good girls’ called a Hood. They always acted like I was taking my life in my hands just talking to him and sharing a locker with him was something none of them would ever be caught dead doing. But he was always a perfect gentleman to me. And I bet I’m the only one in the room who knows his name is Francis Frederick.

“Would you like another drink?” He broke into my thoughts. “Not really. I wasn’t really planning on staying.”

“Me, either. I’ve already seen who I came to see.” There was that crooked smile again and I actually felt like I was blushing. “Surely you can’t mean me? Why, we shared a locker, but you never even asked me out.”

“I didn’t want to ruin your reputation. It was bad enough you talked to me. I kayaşehir escort couldn’t give those goody-two-shoes any more ammunition. But I always wanted to.”

Without acknowledging it, we were walking out the door together, across the parking lot and I stopped at my car. He said, “You realize everyone saw us leave together.” A lock of hair was falling across his forehead as he smiled and touched my hand. I smiled and said, “I’m not a teenager anymore, and I’m beyond caring what anybody thinks. Where’s your car?”

“I walked, I only live down the street a few blocks. Want to come up and see my place?” Now that was the boldest invitation I’ve had in years. But, just thinking about leaving him here and driving back to my dreary place alone seemed too depressing to think about. “Ok,” He almost looked surprised, but then got into the other side of my car and gave me directions.

He stopped me at the side of a nice, large apartment building. Opened the car door for me and led me upstairs.

When he opened the door for me. I guess I shouldn’t say I was amazed it was so clean. Guess I always bought into the myth that men were slobs. The kitchen was spotless. He asked if I’d like a drink and I said sure. He made drinks and I went into the living room, which is really the other part of this one large room. I sat on the couch and asked if I could take off my shoes, they’re killing me.

“Of course, and anything else that’s uncomfortable.”

“Ok, my bra certainly falls into that category.” But rather than take it off, just reached back and unhooked it. He sat next to me, put his arm around me and gave me the sweetest, most luscious kisses. Meanwhile, he’s unbuttoning my blouse.

Now, if I were still a teenager, I’d be alarmed at this point, but while I haven’t had sex in some time, I’m beyond being freaked out over this assumption of intimacy. His hands were all over my breasts, but it did feel good. They haven’t had this much attention in a while, and they loved it.

He was running his hand over and across the hardened nipples. My blouse came off, and he stood taking my hand and led me to the bedroom where we kissed some more. I slipped into the adjoining bath to remove my skirt and hose. When I returned to the bedroom naked, I was surprised to see him sitting up against the headboard. I sat on his right, and just looked at him questioningly.

“Have you ever noticed how much a spanking enhances sex?”

“Ah, no, I don’t think I’ve ever really thought about it.”

“You mean, no one’s ever spanked you?”

“Well, when I was a kid, but no, not since then.”

“My ex wife used to love it, and it got so I wouldn’t even think of fucking her without giving her a nice spanking to warm her bottom and make küçükköy escort her pussy wet.”

“I’m not sure I get the connection.”

“Trust me on this, you’ll see.”

Well, I’ve known Bud in high school and he’s never even intimated he would ever really hurt me. So, “ok, show me.” I lay across his lap, and I gotta say, this was the strangest submissive feeling. It wasn’t long before I heard a loud Whack! Whack! He was right, my bottom was feeling warm, and for some strange reason, my pussy was becoming very wet. But, you know it could’ve been from the kisses.

For some reason, I guess I thought he was going to stop after a few, but he held me down with his left arm, and just kept spanking and spanking. I was kicking my legs, and begging him to please stop. He said since it had been along time, I probably deserved a very thorough punishment. I said, Please, Bud, that’s enough. And he said he would decide when I’d had enough. Soon I was really crying, and I guess I thought that would bring an end to it, but no, the constant rhythmic barrage of spanks just kept up.

After what seemed like an eternity, he stopped, and then as I was still crying, he was lightly massaging my ass. It felt swollen and hot, and then his fingers were dipping into my pussy, which was very creamy.

“See, I told you it would have that effect on your pussy.” Well, I hadn’t believed him, and it still hurt, but he just kind of rolled me over to his left, turned off the light, and as my cries were quieting down, suddenly his hard cock rammed into my pussy. OH! This was somewhat unexpected, but I don’t know why I should say that. I should’ve known it was coming.

Oh, yeah, I haven’t had a really good fucking (or any kind for that matter) in months! He fucked me hard and fast, and my ass was throbbing underneath me, soon, my pussy was throbbing from his big hard cock thrusting into me. He finally came just as I did also. He laid on me for a little while and said, “That was nice, Karen.”

“Yes, it was.”

“I told you you’d enjoy it. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to tie your wrists to the headboard, and tape your mouth and leave you to contemplate this for the rest of the night.”

“Uh, all right.” He slipped a soft white rope around my wrists, fastened it to the headboard, and pulled out a length of packing tape and placed it over my mouth, making sure it didn’t block my nostrils.

Well, this is totally unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. He lay on my right side, and just ran his hands all over my body, occasionally slipping his hand into my pussy. He was keeping her on the verge of coming again, but then would stop and maddeningly, not touch me again for some time. Then just as I was thinking it was over, he’d merter escort stroke my pussy again. I did doze off a few times that night, but his hand in and around my pussy awakened each time.

By morning, I felt like I hadn’t slept at all, and he said, “I’ll let you up for the bathroom and breakfast, but you have to agree to stay with me for a while.” I said, “Ok, but I have to go to bed early tonight so I can go to work in the morning.” He said he’d let me go around noon. Fair enough.

I went to the bathroom, and came back for breakfast. My bottom was still somewhat sore. “I don’t really eat breakfast, if you don’t mind, I just want coffee.”

“Ok, and then you’ll get another spanking.”

“What for?”

“Because I want you to learn to like it.” Well, I’m not sure that’s ever going to happen, but so far, while I know it’ll make me cry, just mentioning a spanking is making my pussy swollen and wet already!

When he cleared the dishes away and loaded the dishwasher, wiped off the table and walked toward me with more of the white flexible rope. “I hate to tape your mouth, Karen, but I don’t want to alarm the rest of the tenants.”

“All right.” By now, I’m pretty much agreeing to everything he wants. He taped my mouth, bent me over the table and tied one wrist to the table leg on the opposite side and tied the other wrist to the other table leg on that side, so I was spread eagle across the table.

This time, he went to get something, and before I had time to wonder what it was, Whack! Whack! It felt wooden, and slender, and as he covered my bottom with spanks, he then went further down, to the soft part I sit on and then even further down to the tops of my thighs.

Now, this was really starting to hurt! I was crying, and once again, felt like it would never end. But eventually it did, and off and on for the most part of the day, we watched TV, and when that movie went off, he laid me across the coffeetable, took off his belt, and although my ass was already welted with black and blue marks (I had peeked in the bathroom mirror), once again he gave me what I would once have called the spanking of a lifetime, only this is the third one today.

By the time it was almost noon, I was kneeling on the floor, because it hurt too much to sit. “How about if I drive you home, so you can kneel on the backseat, and I’ll take a cab to get back here.”

“Ok, ” I was still sniffling. “And Karen,”

“Yes, Bud.”

“What time do you get off on Friday afternoons?”

“A little after 4.”

“I’ll come by and pick you up about 4:30 and you can stay with me the weekend.”

“Yes, sir.”

He drove me home while I laid on my side on the back seat. He gave me some luscious kisses at my door and said he’d call me in the evenings.

I was just coming into my kitchen when the phone rang. It was my mother, which I kind of knew already. “Well! That must’ve been some class reunion!” I knew she was dying for the details but I wasn’t giving them. I laid on the couch for awhile to nap and play with my pussy and look forward to next weekend!

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My apartment was so clean you could eat off the toilet seat! It had never been that pristine since…well ever. Sam Darquesied was visiting me! This was like a visit from the Prime Minister…no…hell, it was way better than the Prime Minister. And, he was asking me to help with a scenario, a big two day scenario for eight girls! It was something they’ve never done and I’d been asked to help come up with ideas, setup, and the actual implementation. I was so proud that he thought to ask me; that he would trust me that much. I was so excited I couldn’t sit; I just kept pacing and looking out the window.

The day before, Sam had spent a lot of time with me on the phone explaining what he was thinking of and who was involved and, most interesting, how it all came up in the first place. Apparently Alyssa had told him that some of the girls had expressed a desire for more intense sessions…

* * *

“More intense??? The last time somebody wanted more intense I ended up beating her half to death with a bullwhip! I tell you Al, I’m beginning to hate the word ‘intense’ and, if I hear the words ‘bull’ and ‘whip’ in the same sentence…well…I can’t be held responsible.”

An exasperated Alyssa said, “Tommy! For crying out loud! Enough about Kristel! You know that’s not what I’m talking about!”

Tommy (Sam) sighed and didn’t answer right away. He knew she was right and that she didn’t mean the bullwhip. It had just been hard to shake the image of Kristel hanging there; her body striped with welts that he had created. Finally he said, “I’m sorry, Al, I know that’s not what you mean…it’s still on my mind a lot, that’s all. So, what do you mean?”

A sympathetic Alyssa answered, “I know it’s been bugging you, but you have to remember what you tell the girls, especially the newer ones; ‘intensity’ means different things to different people. And nobody, not even Kristel, wants to have anything to do with that whip….Remember Isabella’s fantasy?”

“The one from her interview?” he said, “Uh…oh yeah…the pirate thing. Everyone else does it in, like two paragraphs, but hers is a freaking novel! Now that was pretty intense!”

Alyssa sat up and said, “Exactly! Remind me what she wrote…you know, just briefly.”

He thought for a moment then said, “Uh…she had tons of detail but, let’s see…she’s a stowaway on a pirate ship but she gets caught and the captain first has her bent over, spread, and tied to the railing then he tells the crew that she’s their reward for working hard. So when a crewman gets his job done he can go over and bang her any place he wants. Oh…and then the captain has her hung upside down and spread-eagled and whips the crap out of her then sticks her on the end of a rope and drags her for hours in the salt water! And that was only page one!”

Alyssa looked him in the eye and asked, “Do you think she’d actually want that to happen to her?”

“No! Of course not.”

Alyssa leans closer to him and said, “Wrong! She would love for that to happen to her. Just like in her fantasy. And, just like in her dream, when it is over, she wants it to be over.”

A very puzzled Tommy said, “Okay…remembering that I am a guy and have never once pretended to understand women…please explain it like I’m a four year old.”

Alyssa regrouped and said, “Okay…remember that wonderful ‘two guys hiking’ thing you did for me on my birthday? How you rigged up a way to hold me down and strip me and blindfold me; how you changed your voice so it sounded like two different men. It was amazing Tommy. There were times when it felt so real but…when it was over, there was just you. The other guy never existed.”

Tommy said, “Okay…so you’re saying that some of the girls want something like that…a realistic scenario within limits…but it seems pretty real at the time.”

“Exactly!” said Alyssa, “But, no rest breaks, no showers, none of that stuff until it’s over. It should go straight through the whole weekend.”

Tommy asked, “How many girls want this?”

“Over half of them, but I thought we should split into groups of eight. I already have the first eight lined up.” said Alyssa.

Tommy said, “Eight??? Holy crap! That’ll be a fair bit of work and I’ll need help. Will you and Kendall…”

Alyssa interrupted, “No…! Our names are on the list. Sylvia might like to help. Why don’t you give her a call?”

* * *

And call he did. So, I was nervously awaiting his arrival and thinking I must have the brain of a twelve year old for being this excited. I had run out and bought a bottle of Crown Royal, some Canada Dry ginger ale, and five of those Dutch cigars he likes…fourteen dollars each! Finally, a knock on the door. I answered it on the first knock and received a huge bear hug like he hadn’t seen me for years.

We sat, had a drink, and small talked for a few minutes before Sam got down to it, “Okay…so you get the gist of it. There’ll be eight halkalı escort of them and I guess it’ll be a kidnapping of sorts and it has to be pretty severe and run the entire weekend.”

I asked, “Who’s on the list?”

“Uh…Alyssa, Kendall, Teri, Malsa, Colleen, Isabella, and a couple you’ve never met. Jariyah; a gorgeous East Indian girl…about twenty five. And Hope; she’s a tiny Asian beauty…Chinese I think…around twenty two.”

“So…what’s the scenario? Will there be a prison or something?”

Sam said, “I’m not sure yet. I’m thinking maybe some Latin American revolutionaries capture them in the woods and we just bind them somehow. I’m open to any suggestions…”

I had an idea so I said, “Remember how you bound Isabella for the whip poker night? What about if we did something like that…with trees or posts maybe?”

Sam thought for a moment then, “Oh…you mean the ‘Straight Pillar?’ Yeah! That would work…trees would be no good but posts would work. I can get some big posts…maybe twelve inch or so…and rent a digger. Yeah…and if we space them right we can use them for spreads too. Very good, Syl! Let’s write that one down.”

“You know, Sam,” I said, “we are going to need more help.”

He answered, “Yeah, you’re right. Trouble is; everybody who normally helps is on the freaking list!”

I said, “I wonder…if Kristel would be interested?”

Sam pondered for a moment then dialed his cell phone, “Mardi? It’s Sam. Exceptionally well, and you? Listen, Mardi…I’m at…Oh, okay…Kristel, I’m at Sylvia’s and we are working on a big scenario…oh, Ally told you about it, did she…? Okay…around five…? Good…see you then.”

He pocketed the phone saying, “She’ll be here in an hour and she’s bringing Chinese.”

For the next half hour or so we continued to plan the basics of the scenario. Alyssa called him and said that she and Kendall would like to go to the studio and “play.” Apparently they were discussing the upcoming scenario and got a bit worked up. He asked what they had been discussing and, after a raised eyebrow or two, told her to have fun but be careful.

Sam, looking a bit incredulous, said, “Wow! Ally wasn’t real specific, but they’re expecting to be used and abused pretty good. I have to say something…for the record…I think Alyssa is wrong. In fact, I think you’re all making a mistake here. I’m doing this because you’ve all asked…but it doesn’t feel right.”

Before I could respond there was a knock at the door and we greeted Kristel bearing an inordinate amount of Chinese food and a couple of bottles of wine. We spent the next hour tearing into the food and discussing the scenario, approving some ideas and trashing others, and then Sam said, “Would you girls mind if I asked…what are your deep, dark fantasies of being ravaged?”

Kristel answered, “Well…mine has changed since Christmas, but before…I’m not sure if I should be telling this with Sylvia in the room…Oh, what the hell… I’m taking my employees, on a private plane, to New Zealand and, like usual, I’m acting like the diva, ordering them around and such, but then they turn on me and strip me and tie me over a seat. For the next eighteen hours they force me to blow the guys and…you know…lick the girls. They screw me, front and rear, and give me a champagne enema…”

I interrupted, “Was I there?”

Kristel said, “Oh yes…and thanks for the champagne!”

There was a moment’s pause then we all burst out laughing…and then Kristel said, “What about you Sylvia?”

I blushed a bit but I said, “Oh…mine is pretty standard, I guess. I accidentally wander into a biker bar and they take me and hold me down on the bar and tear my clothes off and they screw me…same as you, front and rear…and stick things in. The girls whip me with belts and put a leash on and make me lick boots and pleasure them…”

Kristel turned to Sam and said, “What about you, Sam…what kind of fantasies do you have?”

He laughed and said, “Oh, Kris, I’m pretty much living my fantasy!”

We continued to plan and had a pretty good, basic scenario by around midnight, then Kristel said, “What kind of ‘torture’ are you going to use?”

Sam said, “Oh…all I had in mind was floggers, crops, and some electric…cattle prod, fly swatter…that kind of thing. I’ll be the only one using some things…like the prod.”

Kristel complained, “Oh…why do you get to have all the fun?”

“Because, I know what it feels like.”

I interjected, “I know what it feels like too.”

Sam said, “Sylvia, you know what it feels like on one however; the little dial goes up to ten but, I never go higher then three.”

Kristel asked, “How do you know what it feels like?”

He answered, “I hit myself with it a couple of times. I can’t use anything on someone if I don’t know what they’re feeling. Once I hit myself with the wheel at seven and…well that was a bit of an adventure.”

I ikitelli escort asked, “Do you use it on some of the girls regularly?”

“A few…Isabella has a weird kind of love/hate thing with it.”

Kristel asked, “What do you mean ‘love/hate?'”

Sam explained, “Isabella likes things pretty extreme and she often likes to be bound really tight; immobile…like the ‘Straight Pillar’, you know…legs closed. Anyway, when we do that she wants a hit or two with the prod…which she hates! It’s hard to explain…I usually hit on the pubes but the last time she wanted me to put it between her lips…her labia…and when I hit it she just about coughed up a lung screaming and then, immediately had a wrenching orgasm…I wasn’t even touching her! When it was over she said it was awful and that she couldn’t wait to try it again!”

Kristel said, “Too bad you don’t have one with you. I’d like to try it.”

He said, “Careful what you wish for…I bought six new ones this afternoon. There in the Yukon.”

She said, “Would you mind getting one? And maybe some ropes too?”

He looked to her for a moment then got up and went out to his truck. While he was gone, Kristel and I moved some of the furniture back so we had lots of floor space and I drew the drapes. When Sam came back in, prod, ropes, and a set of waist cuffs in hand, Kristel, standing in the middle of the room with her arms by her side, said, “Welcome back, My Master.”

Sam said, “Don’t kid around with the ‘My Master’ thing, okay? Once you go into slave mode then you’re mine and, you never know, I might be in a bad mood.”

Kristel, with her head down, said, “I understand, My Master, and I welcome any discipline that My Master deems appropriate.”

Sam motioned to me and we both sat on the sofa, “Very well. Please remove your clothing and make sure that we are entertained in the process, my little slave.”

Kristel complied and did a wonderful striptease, smoothly gyrating, touching herself, and moaning as she slowly removed her light sweater, slacks, bra, and panties. Aside from the blow job at Christmas, it was her first real ‘perfect slave’ experience, something she had craved for years.

“I apologize for touching myself, My Master, but knowing your eyes were looking at my body, made me very wet,” she said.

Sam stood up and said, “You did quite well, my little slave, now…place your hands behind your back and spread your feet to shoulder width while I inspect.”

He slowly walked around her, while gliding his hands over her shoulders, back, bum, and hips. Kristel bit her lip as he caressed her skin; every touch was arousing her…she was his. When he was in front he reached and pulled at her fairly ample pubic hair, causing her to wince a little. In the shower at the ranch, on Boxing Day, she had mentioned that she had a small phobia about trimming herself down there so she pretty much left it natural. This was hard for her…maybe harder than Sam knew.

“What is this?” he said.

“It…it is my…pubic hair…My master,” she said, visibly nervous.

Sam said, “I see…Turn around please and place your arms over your head.”

He attached the waist cuff belt around her middle then locked each wrist in place, leaving her hands securely restrained at her sides. Next he took rope then looped, and secured, several coils at her ankles as well as below and above her knees. He asked me to get a clean cloth for a gag then, after a little kiss, he inserted the cloth and secured it with some ‘bondage’ tape. He placed a small cushion on the floor then guided her down ’til she was lying on her back with the cushion under her bum. Sam placed the cattle prod on the floor near Kristel, and then he knelt beside her and said, “Very soon now, we are going to test your response to the prod. Are you prepared for that?”

The gag made it very hard to make out but she answered, “Yes, My Master.”

As he again pulled at her pubic hair, he said, “I think you are incorrect, my little slave…This will have to go.”

Kristel lifted her head and, with the most pleading look on her face, said, “No…please, My Master…please!”

Sam leaned in and said, “Are you just toying with the idea of ‘perfect slave’? Does my little slave feel she can pick and choose what is done to her?”

With tears rolling down the side of her face, Kristel shook her head and said, “No, My Master. I am your slave and you can do with me what you please.”

She had made a great effort to be clear, in spite of the gag and her weeping. I knew that, in a way, this was almost as hard for her as the bullwhip. I realized that Sam did know what he was doing. He was again taking her to her limit and, by the end of tonight, she would be happier than ever…but the journey was going to be a little difficult for her.

Sam stood up and, out of earshot, asked me if I had a couple of new, disposable razors. I did, so he asked me to get them as well as a basin of warm kağıthane escort water, a towel, and some lather. He asked me to put one of the razors by a small, natural stone, mood fountain I had by the couch, making sure that Kristel didn’t see. I followed his instructions then he knelt beside her and moistened, then lathered her pubic hair. She lifted her head to watch, weeping and whimpering a little. Sam took the one razor then said, “Oh my, this is much too sharp.”

Kristel’s eyes widened and her weeping turned to sobs as she watched him drag the razor over the stone on the little fountain, all the while saying how a dull, a very dull, razor works so much better. It was difficult to watch her as she imagined how painful this was going to be.

Sam turned and, with a smile on his face, flashed the now dulled razor for her to see. She closed her eyes and lay her head back, resigned to her fate. As soon as she wasn’t looking, Sam deftly switched the implements and returned to her side carrying the sharp razor. He straddled her knees then knelt and bent in very close, using his free hand to pull the skin taut. Then he whispered, “Are you ready, my little slave?”

Kristel, with her head still back, scrunched up her face, took a deep breath and held it, and whispered, “Uh huh…”

A long “mmmmmmmmm…” was squeaking out of her as Sam started to slowly, and so very gently, shave her. Watching him do this made me wish I was in her place and I was immediately aroused. Kristel stopped whimpering when she realized the razor wasn’t dull and lifted her head to watch. The look in her eyes slowly changed, clearly indicating that this was turning her on as well. When he was done, he rinsed her and daubed her dry with the towel. The he leaned down and gently blew on her wonderfully bare pubes causing Kristel to moan and close her eyes again. I was panting a bit and hopped that Sam wouldn’t notice…although…

He slid his hand between her labia and moved close to her face, fondling her breast with his free hand, “It is very nice to touch my little slave now and I can feel that she is quite moist. Would you like me to keep touching you, my little slave?”

Kristel lifted her head and, nodding vigorously, said, “Uh Huh!”

“Even though, the moment you orgasm, you will taste the wrath of the prod, you would still like me to keep touching you?”

She lifted her head again and stared into his eyes, then meekly said, “Uh huh.”

Sam switched hands, using his left between her legs and picking up the prod with the other. It was easy to see that Kristel really wanted this orgasm but it was equally clear that she dreaded its arrival. She was getting very close and she started to cry and moan at the same time. She knew she’d have to tell him because she was a ‘perfect slave’ and her only purpose in life was to please her master.

Suddenly she scrunched her face hard and, through clenched teeth, she said, “OH MY MASTER…CHICAGO…CHICAGO…”

Sam immediately removed his hand and slid the end of the prod between her throbbing labia. She lifted her head to look, her eyes wide in absolute panic…then he touched the switch…just for a fraction of a second.

It was like everything changed to slow motion. I was expecting a scream but instead her body arched and she sucked in a huge volume of air, “HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU…”

She started to writhe and convulse on the floor then, “IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeee…” It was horribly loud, even with the gag, and I jumped to see if anyone had been walking by; surely they would have heard. Thankfully, the street was deserted.

Sam lifted her shoulders and hugged her close as she continued to gasp, scream, and writhe in his arms. The jolt, while very short, occurred just a couple of seconds into her climax and her body was reacting to the two extremes at the same time–enormous pleasure, and excruciating pain. I can only imagine what it must have been like.

As Kristel began to settle down Sam said, “You have done very, very well, my little slave, so I will release you now…”

She lifted her head, vigorously nodded NO, and looked over at me. Then, turning to me, Sam said, “Oh…and how is my other little slave?”

Surprised I said, “Oh…I…I’m fine, My Master.”

“Oh, are you? And yet you are still fully clothed!” he said, “Can you not tell that I am in need of relief?”

“I’m so sorry, My Master! Please forgive me!” I was naked in under a minute.

Sam stood up and motioned for me to join him in the kitchen and, after positioning me the way he wanted, he said, “Now…your poor, unfortunate slave partner cannot see what is happening here so I think it would be best if you describe, in detail, everything that occurs for the next few minutes.”

I began the play by play, “Oh…My Master has me bent, face down, over the kitchen table and has instructed me to put my hands behind my back and hold them there myself. My Master has his hand pressed into my back to hold me down and I am spread very wi…OHHhhhhhhhh…My Wonderful Master has slid himself inside me and is…Ohhh Je…My…My Master is grinding himself…into me…ohhhhhhh…and…huuuuuuh…moving in and…. huuuuuuh…and out…OHHHHGEEEZ…MY MASTER IS…huuuuuuh…RUBBING MY CLIT NOW…huuuuuuh…I’M VERY…huuuuuuh…CLOSE!

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After their first adventure together Frankie and Nick had a quiet few days but given Nick’s naughty imagination and Frankie’s insatiable sex drive that wasn’t going to last long – especially when Nick found out Frankie was going away for a few days… Once Nick knew that he suggested that they try and get up to some mischief before she left and arranged to see her the night before she went. Nick then started toying with the ideas of how he could make it naughtier and hotter.

Over the next couple of days whilst they waited Nick chatted to a few people looking for the right sort of thing. He didn’t know what it was but hoped something would catch his eye and imagination. It was getting close to their meet when he spotted that another couple were looking for some outdoor fun near where they lived. Nick and Frankie had found a sweet spot recently and had enjoyed fucking there – it was hidden but public – all the rush with less of the risk of being caught.

He dropped them a message saying he knew somewhere and what were they interested in? He quite fancied meeting but playing separately. He knew Frankie would get off on watching and being watched. They seemed quite keen on the idea and after checking that Frankie was up for it Nick arranged a time for them all to meet up and he would guide them to their special spot.

When the night in question came around Nick drove to pick Frankie up – she got in the car wearing the same coat as last time (Nick was learning to love that coat) however this time Nick realised she had nothing but hold ups on underneath it. His cock practically ripped through his jeans he was that hard and after a quick kiss he drove them to a quiet spot to wait for the other couple. Whilst there he teased her pussy a bit and enjoyed chatting for a few minutes before the couple showed up. It didn’t take long and he got out, had a quick chat then set off guiding them.

Nick could feel his excitement rising as he drove to the quiet dark country lane. He pulled up and the couple pulled up along side them. The male was fairly tall, trimmed beard and Nick could tell Frankie quite liked him. The female was shorter and curvy but with amazing tits and a cheeky smile. After a very quick chat Nick turned to Frankie and opened her coat… revelling in her naughty nakedness underneath he quickly fındıkzade escort slipped his fingers down to her clit and began teasing it. He kissed her hard – he could hear noises from the other car behind him but kept all his focus on Frankie, teasing, kissing, fingering and then leaning down to bite her nipples – he loved the hissed gasps that she made as he pushed her pain thresholds.

He teased her clit and kissed her neck listening to her. Whispering in her ear and asking her what they were doing. She told him the woman was naked and being fingered just like she was. He asked if it was turning her on and she moaned her affirmative. His teeth grazed her neck and she whimpered.

“Please can I cum Daddy?”

“Yes Babygirl – cum for me like the dirty little slut you are!”

She clutched at him desperately, he pressed harder and rubbed faster pushing her gasping over the edge into her first orgasm of the night. Nick slowly released her, letting her come down and turned to have a look. Between his slut cuming for him and the sight of them playing in the next car, her naked with a leg up on the dash and him obviously working her wet pussy, he was hard as fuck. He slid his car seat back and unzipped his pants, pulling out his aching cock he took a handful of her hair and firmly guided her mouth down to his throbbing shaft. She sucked on it greedily, taking it all into her mouth and bobbin her head up and down. Nick’s groan of pleasure obviously carried as the couple next to them looked over and grinned.

Babygirl went to town on his cock, worshipping in. She licked and sucked on the head, swirling her tongue around it. She slid down taking as much of his cock as she could and gagged again, then forced herself to take even more which Nick adored. He pulled her head up so she could look at the couple next to them then forced her head back down on his cock. She brought one hand up to stroke his shaft, now combining her hands and mouth to pleasure his thick shaft. Nick’s head flopped back and he relaxed into her amazingly talented mouth.

He let her work his shaft for around a while… he always found it hard to cum from oral but loved the sensations and control of the slut sucking his cock. A wicked thought crossed his mind and whispering something to fulya escort his slut he stood, exited the car and walked round to the other side opening the passenger door. Frankie stood up out of the car then bent over to face the other couple through the car. She could stare straight at them and they could watch (and did watch) as Nick slid his thick cock deep into her soaked pussy.

Nick fucked her deeply and slowly to start. He had planned on cuming over her face tonight but the minute his cock slid into that perfect pussy he knew he wasn’t going to do that. Her groans had attracted their attention and they were playing and watching him fuck her now – Nick knew they would be getting an amazing view of her tits bouncing as he thrust into her sharply. He began to speed up now – his cock punching into her tight hole with the hardness of her thrusts. Her head dropped down on to her arms as she struggled to stay balanced with his pounding shaft. He slowed down pulled all the way out – enjoying the view of his shaft disappearing into her. He gripped her hips tightly and rammed himself back in; three sharp hard thrusts that sent him over the edge. On the final thrust he buried himself inside her and exploded – his cum flooding into her soaked cunt.

“Oh Daddy… I can feel it…”

She loved the feeling of his cock throbbing inside her and his cum filling her up. He ground his cock deeper and fucked his cum up inside her hole – staying mostly hard he walked back round the car and collapsed back into his seat watching the other woman suck off her partner again. He reached over to gently tease Frankie’s clit and and her moans were delicious. He twisted and slid two fingers into her cum-filled cunt before putting them to her lips which she eagerly licked clean. He started to circle her clit with the tips of his fingers, enjoying watching the expressions wash over her as he pressed an teased different bits.

“Please Daddy – put them in me…”

“Like this Babygirl?”

“Oh fuck yes…”

Nick pushed two, then three of his finger deep inside her, keeping his thumb pressed against her clit and he massaged the inside of her pussy. She whimpered and rolled her hips with his movements…

“Cum for me again slut… Watch them in the other car as you do – I bet gaziosmanpaşa escort they are loving seeing you be a dirty slut.”

Her fingernails dug through her Daddy’s shirt as his filthy words penetrated her core and she came again hard, holding onto her Daddy for dear life as she crashed through another orgasm. Almost as soon as she was done Nick had her head back on his fully hard cock again and he sat back enjoying the sensations… She was more just teasing the head and stroking him this time which he enjoyed.

“Can you taste your cunt on my cock Babygirl?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Do you like it slut.”

“Oh yes Daddy.”

Lazily Nick turned to watch the other couple… They were fucking now and it was so hot watching the woman’s big tits bouncing as she was fucked hard. Nicks cock was aching but fully hard as his Babygirl did her best to make him cum again. As he watched the couple they finished and stepped out. He watched as they lubed up her ass and slid a butt plug in with a tail… they walked over to one of the trees and then male half cuffed her to the tree and started posing her and taking photos… The car was blocking the view now and Nick was curious what they were up to.

“Get out and bend over the bonnet slut.”

They both stepped out, Frankie totally naked apart from her shoes as she walked to the front of the car and assumed the instructed position. From here they could see every kinky thing the couple were doing. Nick entered her roughly, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head up – he could already tell something was different about this angle. He slapped her ass, leaning hand prints on hot as he started thrusting up into her tight fuckhole. She was louder than before, her cries of pleasure echoing through the wooded area. Nick started to fuck her faster drilling his cock up into her.

“Daddy, Daddy… I need to cum!”

She was loud now and he knew the couple were watching, he knew how turned on she was with them watching…

“Cum on Daddy’s cock like a good slut Babygirl…”

Her orgasm was the most intense of their play sessions yet – he could feel her pussy clamp down around his cock and groaned as he blew his own load deep inside her then and there. Her cries were loud and he considered trying to gag her but they were nearly done, it was too much fun as he pumped his second full load deep into her gorgeous pussy.

They stayed there for a few minutes, basking in their mutual orgasms as the other couple fucked and came again next to them. Soon they would have to part ways again but tonight had been just what they all needed.

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Joe woke up with a raging hard-on. All the teasing and torture from Linda and Lori over the weekend had a lasting impact on him. Even though they had milked cum out of his cock before he went to bed, he was still horny as ever. The milking relieved some of the pressure in his cock and balls, but it added to his horniness.

His cock twitched on its own as he lay on the floor next to Lori’s bed in his white silk night gown. He closed his eyes and relived the weekend over again in his mind. It was hard for him to believe that he was seduced into being a slave and seduced into wearing lingerie and lipstick. Oddly, the more he thought about it, the more he became aroused. He was about to reach down and stroke his cock through the silk nightgown, but another hand beat him to it.

A soft voice whispered, “All horned up little slut, aren’t we?”

Joe opened his eyes to see Lori peeking over the bed at him. Her one had reached down and slowly caressed his cock.

“Yes ma’am,” replied Joe.

It only took a handful of strokes before Joe was on the verge of cumming.

“Please may I cum Miss Lori,” he pleaded.

Lori stopped stroking his cock and patted it a few times. “Such a weak slut. You may not cum yet slut. Go make us eggs and toast.”

“Yes Miss Lori,” replied Joe. He stood up and walked out of the room, his hard-on leading the way.

Joe served his Mistresses breakfast and they took great pleasure in teasing him. His teasing lasted most of the morning. By noon his night gown was damp with cum and his cock and balls were so swollen they felt like they were going to burst.

Lori knew Joe could not take much more. She was ready to give him relief, but not after a little manipulation. Joe was laying on his back naked and Lori was stroking his cock keeping him on edge.

“Well, Joey, you’ve done well this weekend. I’m impressed,” said Lori.

“Thank you mistress. I’ve had a lot of fun.”

“Yes, I know…and you’ve proven to be quite the slut. I like that. I think I’ll keep you as my slut. You would like to continue to be my slut wouldn’t you?”

Joe did not hesitate to answer, “Yes, Mistress.”

Lori gave Joe’s cock a long firm stroke as a reward for his answer. “Good boy. Now I’m sure your ready to cum, aren’t you pretty slut?”

“Yes ma’am. Are you going to let me cum?”

Lori looked over at Linda. “He’s been pretty good. What do you think?”

Linda teased his cock along with Lori. She looked into his eyes and said, “yes….he has been good, but I think he must do something to earn his orgasm….something to prove that he’s willing to be a slut for us and do anything to please us.”

Joe was so close to cumming. He desperately wanted release. He pleaded like so many men before had pleaded to Lori and Linda, “Please…I’ll do anything…..I’ll be your slut….please let me cum.”

Lori and Linda enjoyed his reaction. Lori kneeled over Joe’s face. Her pussy was inches from his mouth.

“I just love to hear a man so desperate. Let’s see how serious you are Joe. I’m going to christen you with my golden juices slut. It will be a symbol of your submission to me. Open up slut,” ordered Lori.

Joe had never fantasized about “watersports” but in his overly aroused state the idea of drinking Miss Lori’s pee excited him. He wanted to cum so bad that he did not care how degrading it was. Joe opened his mouth.

“Good boy. Start jerking your cock slut. You may stroke yourself while I christen you but you may not cum until the last drop of my golden juice is in your mouth. Do you understand?”

Joe nodded his head in agreement.

Lori immediately released her pee. A steady stream of warm piss flowed over Joe’s face and into his mouth. He drank it and stroked his cock fighting back the urge to cum. Joe was surprised at how hard it was for him to hold back. Being in such a submissive and degrading position brought out a deep carnal pleasure within himself. The act of drinking Miss Lori’s pee was so intimate and personal that it drove Joe wild. It wasn’t more than a second after her pee stopped that Joe exploded in a long and intense orgasm. Lori and Linda giggled as they watched their new slut buck and thrust like a perverted boy. It was the perfect end to Joe’s initiation weekend

That one little weekend had a profound effect on Joe’s future. He discovered his submissive side and it was a treasure that he decided to hold onto. What was supposed to be a date with Lori turned out to be the start of a Journey for Joe. Through the rest of the school year, Joe learned to be a good slave and began to feel comfortable with his natural submissive tendencies. He also developed a close bond with Lori, Linda, and Pam. He learned what each of them liked and disliked and did his best to please them.

Pam was the Goddess. She loved to be pampered and admired. Joe enjoyed giving her baths weekly. He learned that it was a privilege for him to worship her by washing her body and giving her massages. He was constantly aroused from avcılar escort this form of submission.

Pam also took pleasure in having Joe prepare her for her ‘fuck dates.’ He would brush her hair, help pick out her lingerie, and dress her. He even learned how to shave her legs and pussy and properly paint her nails. Pam would always pick out lingerie for Joe to wear while he prepared his Goddess. She would also brag about how her date was a stud and she couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside her. At the same time she would remind Joe of how much of a sissy he was.

One Saturday night, Pam locked Joe in her room before leaving for her date. He was dressed in a red corset, silk panties, and stockings. He was also wearing a butt plug and cock ring. Joe enjoyed the tightness of the corset and stockings on his body. The butt plug and cock ring added to his confined and submissive feelings. Pam’s dominant energy consumed Joe’s thoughts and kept him aroused even when she was not in the room.

During the evening Pam called Joe several time to give him updates on what was happening on her date. She would tell Joe how wet her pussy was from being with her stud date and how she was dying to feel his cock. Joe was always required to stroke his ‘pussy’ during the call. Pam’s dirty talk aroused Joe and made him want to cum or fuck her.

Later in the evening Joe answered the phone but there was no reply from Pam. He was ready to hang up but stopped when he realized there was moaning in the background. His cock instantly swelled at the sound of Pam’s sexual moans. Pam had left her phone on so he could hear her being fucked by her date. Joe stroked his cock and listened intently to the sound of her being fucked. Her moans were filled with deep emotion. Joe easily visualized the contorted look of sexual bliss on her face. The sounds of fucking drove him crazy. Listening to her experiencing erotic pleasure almost sent him over the edge. When she screamed from orgasm, Joe tensed his body to hold back his.

When Pam returned later in the evening, she could see that Joe enjoyed her game. His panties were damp from precum. She made him lie on her bed and she straddled his face. “Clean me up,” ordered Pam.

Joe licked her pussy, cleaning out the remains of her date’s cum. He was not excited about tasting another guy’s cum, but he was glad to be able to eat Pam’s pussy. He loved the way she smothered his face with her sex. He licked her juicy pussy until she came all of his face. Then she kissed him and sent him to bed hot and horny.

Pam loved to be worshiped and pampered. Then there was Linda…. Linda was the dominatrix. There was no pampering with her. She manhandled Joe and controlled him like a slave. He was constantly cleaning her boots and shoes with his tongue, crawling at her feet, and bending over to be spanked by her. She loved to tie him up helpless and tease and torture him. Linda played on Joe’s dark erotic fantasies. Joe found great pleasure in being her mindless slave. It was actually relaxing for him to have no worries other than following her immediate command. It was rare that Linda would dominate Joe alone. Most of the time she was accompanied by Lori.

Lori was the leader of the trio. She had a nice blend of the Dominatrix and the Goddess personalities in her. Joe soon figured out that Lori was more into girls than guys. Her fascination with Joe was all about domination and control. She was molding him into the perfect slave. Her favorite kink was feminization. Joe could actually see her excitement and arousal grow whenever she dressed him up in feminine clothes. The more girlish he was, the more excited she became and the more she would touch him and allow Joe to touch her. Overtime this reaction from Lori conditioned Joe into wanting to be more like a girl. He learned that Lori could never resist feeling his ‘pussy’ when it was covered in silk and so he developed a strong desire to wear silky night gowns. He discovered that Lori’s pussy gushed at the sight of him in a corset and stockings, with his lips painted a deep glossy red. He would not hesitate to beg to be dressed in these clothes in order to please her. Joe even became a pro at buying sexy corsets to wear for his mistress and he knew the best places to shop for lipstick and pretty stockings.

Joe knew his college days were strange compared to other guys. Instead of spending his money on beer, he was spending it on gifts for his mistresses, and panties, lingerie, and sex toys for himself. Instead of partying on the weekends, he was busy serving Pam, Linda, and Lori. This did not bother Joe. In fact he loved how things were turning out. Although he never really fucked his mistresses, the sexual pleasure he received from them was unimaginable. Joe figured that he was getting far more action with girls than any of his buddies. He was willing to be feminized and enslaved in pursuit of his erotic thrills. As time went be he even grew fond of wearing panties and silky night gowns.

Joe bahçelievler escort did not know it, but he was the textbook case for female authority. All the things he was discovering about his submissiveness and feminine side were deliberate and carefully planned by his captors. He did not view the girls as his captors, but they were. That was the beauty of his situation. He was being turned into a slave without realizing it. This is what made Lori’s pussy throb and pulse at night. Her arousal was fueled from seeing a man serve her, humiliate himself, and do whatever he can to please her, all because of her female power.

Joe was an easy victim to female power. For him it was a great thing that brought exotic pleasures. It wasn’t until the end of the school year that Joe was hit with an unexpected dose of reality. It was then that Lori brought to light something Joe had never thought about. He was kneeling at her feet, giving her a foot massage when Lori said, “Joe, you have been a wonderful sissy slave for me. I don’t know what I’m going to do after I graduate this year.”

“What do you mean,” replied Joe.

“Joe, you must know that I will be leaving after graduation. I’m going to go to the UK for awhile. I’ve met some women over there who share the same interests as me in female domination. There is a great opportunity for me to further explore my dominance.”

Joe was having a hard time comprehending the news. He had grown close to Lori and the other girls. They had become the center of his life. He was not sure what he would do without them. “I’ll go with you. I’ll be your live-in slave,” he pleaded.

The offer was tempting to Lori, but she knew it was not right for Joe. He had a lot going for him and she did not want him to think irrationally on such a big decision. “Oh Joe. You are so dedicated. I can’t let you do that. You need to finish college. Maybe after college you can come see me.”

It was hard for Joe to accept her answer. No matter how hard he pleaded, Lori would not give in. The last day of the semester was a sad day for Joe. He felt empty and lost after the girls drove away.

Over the summer his manly habits started to resurface. However it was clear that the domination experience created new habits and changed his view about women and sex. During his time with Lori, Joe was always in denial about being feminized. He told himself that the feminization was just a means for him to get close to Lori and ultimately derive sexual pleasure. Now that she was gone, he realized how much he missed dressing pretty for her.

After being exposed to feminization and domination there was no way for Joe to escape its sensual lure. Whenever he walked past the lingerie section in a store, he couldn’t help but linger a bit and stare at the sexy items. Occasionally at home he would slip into something silky and sexy and masturbate while fantasizing about being dominated by Miss Lori, Miss Pam, and Miss Linda. Many times when he masturbated he would stop before cumming, teasing himself. He would enjoy denying himself orgasms for weeks at a time.

Joe also found himself wanting to please all the women he encountered. He would go out of his way to open a door for a girl or help them carry something. He felt more connected to girls and more comfortable around them. Joe didn’t realize it, but he had developed a submissive nature about him that would easily be recognized by a dominate.

Fortunately for Joe he encountered such a dominate at a party his first week back to college. Call it fate or natural tendencies, but somehow Joe and Tina gravitated towards each other during the party. There was a lot of flirting going on between the two. As the night went on, Joe made sure Tina’s drink was never empty. She was very appreciative and rewarded him with the chance to walk her home.

Once in Tina’s apartment, she led him back to her room. “Joe, you’ve been such a gentlemen tonight. I love men who are attentive to my needs.”

Joe smiled at the compliment, “It’s my pleasure. I love to please women. Especially a beautiful goddess like yourself.”

Joe’s response confirmed Tina’s suspicion about his submissive nature. Tina had been observing Joe all night and she could easily see he was a submissive. During the night she had tested him a few times by commanding him to get her drinks or give her a shoulder massage. He had always responded without hesitation and she even noticed that he had a hard-on while he was around her. His obedience and growing excitement were clues to Tina that he had been trained by a mistress before. It was time for her to take control of this submissive.

Tina rubbed her hand over his hard-on. She whispered into his ear, “Yes Joe, I could see that you love to please and worship women. Tonight you will please me the way I want to be pleased, won’t you?”

Joe’s heart rate jumped. Memories of being dominated flooded back into his mind. The words were simple and few but Joe knew their meaning. bahçeşehir escort “Yes, ma’am,” he replied.

“Mmm. Very respectful. I like that. Call me Mistress. Ma’am makes me sound too old.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Now undress for me my precious new slave. Show me what you have to offer.”

Joe undressed down to his boxer shorts and was ready to remove them when Mistress Tina spoke, “Hmm. I’m a little surprised you aren’t wearing panties. I could see a lot of sissy qualities in you.”

Joe was baffled at how she could pick up on this. He replied, “uh…how did you know?”

“So you are a sissy?”

“Well…. my last mistress made me wear panties. She liked dressing me as a girl.”

Tina laughed. “I bet you make a cute girl.”

Tina fished through her panty drawer and pulled out a red silk thong. She threw it to Joe, “Put these on slave.”

Joe slid the panties up over his cock. They felt comfortably familiar. Joe was thrilled to be back under the control of a mistress. The cum dripping from his cock was proof of his excitement.

Tina commented, “You look sexy in panties. I can also see how much it excites you. Why did you stop wearing panties?”

“My mistress moved away and it just wasn’t the same without her.”

Tina rubbed Joe’s cock through the silk. Her soft strokes kept Joe on edge. He was desperate to cum. Tina asked, “I’m sure you still thought about wearing them. I bet you even slipped on a pair every now and then and jerked off in them, didn’t you?”

“Yes, you are right,” admitted Joe impressed at how well she could read him.

Tina laughed. “I know what boys like you think about. I know what you dream about and fantasize about. You are weak and at the mercy of your cock. Kneel down and worship my feet with your tongue.”

Joe dropped to his knees and began to kiss and lick Tina’s stocking covered feet. While he worshiped her feet she encouraged him.

“That’s it slutty boy. Worship my feet. Inhale their scent. Show me how much you desire to serve me.”

After a few minutes of foot worship she ordered Joe to get on his hands and knees. Then she moved behind him and spread his ass cheeks. Joe’s ass tingled with excitement at the stretching feeling. His ass had not been filled since Lori left. Being exposed and inspected by Tina brought a sudden feeling of emptiness in his ass. It was an emptiness that craved to be filled. His insides suddenly awoke and wanted to be stimulated. Joe dramatically moaned hoping it would encourage Tina to probe further.

Tina inspected his hole. Her finger lightly traced the rim. “Hmm. You’ve got quite a pussy here. I can see you’ve been fucked quite a few times here, haven’t you? You like having your pussy fucked don’t you.”

Cum leaked out of Joe’s cock as Tina pushed her finger slightly into his hole. Joe moaned, “Yes. That feels so good. Please fuck my pussy Mistress Tina.”

Tina applied some lubrication to her finger and then moved her finger in and out of his ass a few times. Joe bucked against her finger, savoring the pleasure. Tina brought him to the edge of orgasm and then retrieved a butt plug from her closet. The plug was attached to a harness. Tina slid the harness up his legs and around his waist. Then she inserted the plug into his ass and tightened the harness so that the plug remained secure in his ass.

“That should keep you excited and attentive to my needs,” commented Tina.

Next Tina had Joe lay on his back on her bed. She took her time tying Joe to the bed with a nylon rope. Joe could tell he was dealing with a bondage fanatic from the way she tied him up. When she was done, his wrists and elbows were tied together and secured tightly to the center of his chest and stomach. His ankles were spread wide and tied to the bed posts, leaving his ass and cock vulnerable. His whole body was tied tightly to the bed, keeping him from moving around. She even tied a shoe lace around his balls and cock, creating her own custom cock and ball harness.

Tina took her time removing her clothes infront of Joe. Then she straddled his stomach and leaned forward and kissed him on the head. She whispered, “mmm. You like being tied up and helpless don’t you, my pretty slave?”

“Yes,” whispered Joe.

“You are so weak slave. You’ve only known me for a few hours and already I have you tied up, wearing panties, with a butt plug up your ass. Why is that slave?”

“I don’t know Mistress. I am weak. You are so sexy. I can not help myself.”

Tina let out a soft sultry laugh. “Yes precious. You are weak and defenseless against my female power. You crave to obey me and serve me, don’t you slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

Tina stroked his cock a few times and milked out some cum onto her fingers. Joe watched wide eyed as she massaged his cum over her nipples, moaning in delight. She lowered a nipple to Joe’s mouth. “Suck it naughty boy,” she ordered.

Joe sucked and licked his cum off her nipple. Tina moaned and then placed the other nipple in his mouth. While he sucked, she commented, “Lick up your cum bad boy.”

Joe thought Tina was going to erupt in an orgasm just from him sucking her tits, but she eventually pulled away. She got off of Joe and retrieved a ball gag. It was a round ball with an elastic string attached to it. She held it up to Joe’s mouth.

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I slept on the floor of Mistress’ bedroom and I could hear the sounds of Mistress Varian and Elizabeth making love throughout the night. They would collapse in exhaustion, then wake up a little later and begin again. Sometimes they summoned me to lick the sweat off their bodies, under their arms, between their toes, in their ass. Sometimes I was asked to clean their juices from their perfect pussies. I knew I was not allowed to have an erection, and I knew I would be punished, but I could not control my cock. It had a will of its own.

Finally morning came. Elizabeth announced that she had to pee, and I, being a fast learner, begged for permission to drink her pee directly from her peehole. Then she noticed my erection and said that my training was incomplete. She took out a small cat and whipped my erect cock five times. “You must learn that you are not allowed an erection without permission. I hope to see you again when you are better trained.”

With that, she dressed and left, leaving me alone with a fuming Mistress Varian. “You have humiliated me and you will be punished and corrected. You will remain on your knees and silent. You are no longer allowed the privilege of speech. You will no longer be allowed any privileges at all. You obviously think that you have desires that matter. You will learn that you are only my pet, and while a well trained pet may be loved and rewarded, a poorly trained pet reflects badly upon his owner and will be punished. You think that you are a human being with sexual needs. I say that you are a dog. Your name is Fido. Dog’s do not speak they can only bark. You will bark once to say Yes, Mistress, and twice to say Thank you Mistress.”

I hesitated, not knowing what I was supposed to do. Mistress caned my ass five times, hard. “Fido, I told you to bark once to say yes Mistress, and twice to say thank you Mistress.” I got the idea. I barked once, paused and barked twice. “That is better, when you see yourself as a dog, you will no longer get an erection when playing with your Mistress. And to ensure that I am giving you a special set of doggie paws. And then she put on special mittens that looked like doggie paws, except these mittens fit tightly around my thumb, so I could not grip anything. And imbedded within the palm of the paws were thorns.

“Rub the paws across your face. Do you feel the thorns?” I barked once. “If I ever should see you with an erection against my orders, I will force you to masturbate until you cum. Maybe then you will learn that your cock and balls belong to me, along with all the rest of you.”

“Dogs have tails and wag them when they are happy.” With that Mistress Varian inserted a butt plug in my ass, which had a doggie tail that ran down my crack.

“I expect to see you wagging your tail whenever you see me, whenever I play with you. There is nothing that can make you as happy as playing with your Mistress.” I wagged my tail and barked, once, then twice.

“Good doggie, now follow me” Mistress led me to the back of the kitchen where there was a pet door. As long as I was on all fours I could fit through it. Mistress opened the main door and followed me out into the big fenced in back yard. She pointed me to the fire hydrant in the middle of a sandbox.

“See, Fido, your very own fire hydrant. You can pee here whenever you want. And over there,” she pointed, “is your brand new doghouse. There will be times, if you are good, that I will let you sleep in my bedroom, but that will be a treat that you have to earn, mostly you will sleep out here.”

Mistress spanked my ass, not too hard, and indicated that I was to go to my new home.

I crawled in to the doghouse. There was not much to see. It was waterproof and heated so it was useable all year round. Outside of that, there was an old mattress on the floor. That was it. Oh, let me not forget the chewy toys scattered on the floor. At least they were new, and not chewed up by a real dog. There was obviously no room to stand, dogs don’t stand, but the entire house was 6 by 4, leaving me just enough room to roll over. Mistress called me outside and smiled.

“I hope you are happy with your new home Fido?” I barked once, then twice and wagged my tail. “Come back to your fire hydrant and piss. No accidents for my Fido.” So I crawled back to the fire hydrant and pissed, then wagged my tail.

Mistress Varian rubbed her hand on the top of my head and asked if Fido wanted to play with his Mistress? Well that question could only have one answer so I barked once, then twice and wagged my tail again. Mistress took out a stick, threw it and said “Fetch” so I spent the next fifteen minutes playing fetch with Mistress Varian, barking and wagging my tail.

Finally Mistress Varian asked if Fido wanted to give her Mistress a kiss. Again I barked and wagged my tail. Mistress lifted her skirt and lowered her panties. “Come kiss your Mistress.” Well, I barked and wagged my tail and tried to remember that I was a dog. I tried to remember the terrible punishment çapa escort that was in store for me. I tried to keep my cock flaccid, but my cock had a mind of its own.

“Bad, bad Fido. You are disgusting. A dog lusting after its owner. I told you what I would have you do. Lie on your back and masturbate. I cannot believe how disgusting a dog you are.” The paws were diabolical. They were made of soft fur, with just the occasional thorn to scratch my cock, and the harder I squeezed the more the thorns would scratch. If they had been harsher, I would not be able to have an erection at all. But squeezing at the climax would leave my cock bleeding.

Mistress watched as I masturbated, judging my state. Finally I was ready to come and instinctively squeezed my hand, causing the thorns to penetrate my cock from the head to the shaft. As the first drop of cum squirted out, Mistress ordered, “Hands off, at your sides.” The intensity of the cum was ruined. All that I was left with was a painful bloody cock.

Mistress Varian gave me my final instructions for my life as her pet dog. I might play anywhere in her yard, or stay in my doghouse, as I pleased, as long as I stayed on all fours. The only other rule was that I was to only pee at my fire hydrant. Mistress brought out a large bag of dry dog food. She put it in a large bowl, and moistened the dog food with her piss. After I cleaned her pussy, Mistress showed me where I could crawl so that my weight would trigger a flow of water into a hole in the ground. I was free to fill up this hole and drink the muddy water as often as I pleased. With that, Mistress rubbed my head and patted my cheek. She called me a good dog and left me alone.

What puzzled me was that I made no effort to even try to escape. After all, I was unrestrained, I was alone, why was I not tempted to get away? I realized later that Mistress Varian had truly captured my very soul. I was truly a slave.

Mistress played with me every day, and eventually my cock finally learnt to obey Mistress. It remained flaccid, despite all of Mistress’ efforts at stimulation. Mistress was very proud of me, she allowed me to sleep in her bedroom that evening and said “good Fido” any number of times, but while I was happy that Mistress was happy, I was worried whether I would ever be able to have an erection again. I put that off as a problem for another day, and satisfied myself with being a good doggie for my Mistress. I found myself, out of boredom, playing with the toys Mistress had left for her doggie. Different balls and chewy toys. Mistress would, every other day, remove my tail and give me an enema, after which I would be allowed to release my shit in her flower garden. My shit would help make her flowers grow. I grew content with my life as Mistress Varian’s pet dog.

But as I said before, whenever I thought that my life could not be worse, that I had hit rock bottom, Mistress Varian would prove me wrong. After almost three weeks of being Fido, I heard her voice call out, “Fido, Mistress wants you to come to her bedroom.” I crawled through the pet door and up the hard marble stairs to see Mistress lying in her bed, her legs wide apart and cum dripping from them.

“Fido, Sir Anthony has just finished giving your Mistress a wonderful fuck and I need you to clean me by licking out our juices.” I must have been very well trained by that point, because I did not hesitate. I jumped on the bed and licked Mistress clean. Then she threw in a kicker.

“Sir Anthony and I wish to fuck again, but he will need some stimulation. Take him in your mouth and suck him until he is again rock hard”.

That is something I had never done before, and I hesitated briefly, until Mistress said sharply, “Fido, behave!!, be a good doggie.” As I said, by this time I was trained to obey Mistress without question, in all things, so I crawled over to Sir Anthony and took his cock into my mouth. I licked and swallowed his sperm, and began to suck his cock. I had not done this before, but I had enjoyed blow jobs in my life, and tried to do for Sir Anthony the things that I enjoyed myself. I must have succeeded because Sir Anthony grew large and filled up my mouth, stretching my jaws.

Eventually, he said “good doggie, that’s enough,” and left my mouth and mounted my Mistress, who was waiting for him on her knees, as he mounted her doggie style, while I watched.

“This is in your honor Fido,” said my Mistress, “If you are going to be a dog, you are going to have to learn to fuck like a dog.” I had no idea what she was talking about. I did not think that I ever would be allowed an erection, let alone be allowed to even dream of fucking anyone.

Sir Anthony fucked my Mistress for a long time. It was a sign of my training that the sight of them fucking no longer triggered any sexual response in me at all. I was truly Fido, the dog, and Mistress Varian was no longer a sexual object to me. Mistress came twice as she was being fucked vigorously by Sir Anthony. Finally, eyüp escort he exploded his cum inside Mistress’ pussy and I, again, was charged with cleaning her pussy. Sir Anthony wanted to rise to urinate, but Mistress told him that he should stay beside her, that Fido would be glad to serve him. I barked once, then twice, wagged my tail and offered my mouth as a urinal to Sir Anthony. His piss had a much stronger and more pungent taste than my Mistress. I wondered if this was a personal matter or if it was a general male female difference. The things you think about when drinking piss.

I was rewarded for my good behavior by being allowed to spend the night in my Mistress’s bedroom. In the morning, I served as a toilet for both of them, then Mistress brought me outside to my fire hydrant so I could piss myself. When I was finished, Mistress brought out a large bowl of dog food for my breakfast. After Mistress moistened the food with her piss, she had me clean her off and then continue to eat her pussy until she came three times. When I finished, she hugged me around the neck and told me what a good doggie I was. “You were such a good doggie last night that Sir Anthony has paid for your services. You are going to be stud for his bitch, Princess. He is bringing her over for the next five nights. It will be a reward for your good behavior.” With that, she spent 30 minutes playing fetch with me, first with a stick, and then with a frisbee. When she was finished I was exhausted, totally wiped out. She gave me a hug, and told me that I should rest up and be prepared for my big night.

Oh my God! Just what did Mistress Varian have in mind? Did she really want me to fuck a dog? I didn’t think I could do that if my life depended on it. I generally napped during the day, (I was a dog, what else did I have to do) but I was worried and could not sleep. Finally Mistress called me in to her living room and I saw Mistress Varian and Sir Anthony. Sir Anthony introduced me to Princess, who fortunately, was a human dog like me. My relief must have been visible, as Mistress laughed long and loud.

That just left one problem. Mistress had trained me to avoid getting an erection. I could not do my duty as a stud unless I got one. Mistress explained that my cock belonged to her. If she wanted it flaccid, my cock would be flaccid, but now She wanted it erect, and her will must become my will. With that she stroked my cock gently and smiled at me. She called me her good doggie. Soon my cock began to stir. Meanwhile, Princess had been positioned on her knees, ass up, knees wide apart. Her paws and nose were on the floor and she waited for her stud. Mistress took me over and positioned me carefully. “I told you last night to watch carefully as I showed you how doggies fuck. Well now it is your turn.”

I barked once, then twice and wagged my tail. My thank you was more sincere than usual, as this was a pretty girl down there, cunt wide open, waiting for my cock. I crawled over and lined up so my cock was behind her ass. I never did get to see her face, she was wearing doggie ears and a doggie nose, and so even if I could stare at her, I still would not know what she looked like. This was a first for me. Truly anonymous sex. I was not built for that. I managed to position myself, but Princess’ cunt was dry, and as I pushed to enter, I felt that I was raping her. Mistress Varian and Sir Anthony were watching and commenting on my efforts.

Mistress asked if I was enjoying myself, so I barked once and then twice. Sir Anthony asked if Princess was having a good time, she too barked once and then twice. Mistress Varian said I should cum as soon as possible, as Sir Anthony had other things to do besides watching his pet put to stud. Princess’ pussy was still dry, and I was trying to go slowly but evidently Princess’ pleasure was not on the agenda, as Sir Anthony kept telling me to go faster. Then he ordered Princess to wiggle her doggie ass. This began to turn us both on, as I could feel her cunt getting warmer and moister, but I started well ahead of her. Mistress Varian said that if I did not cum within 60 seconds, I would lose the opportunity and be punished severely for disappointing her. Even though my paws had the thorns in them, I used them to balance myself on Princess’ ass and pounded as hard as I could. Forty five seconds later I shot my load.

As soon as my cum was finished, Sir Anthony took Princess by her collar and marched her outside. Mistress took me by the collar and accompanied him. When we were outside, Sir Anthony ordered Princess to lie on her back and rubbed her belly. Then he moved away and ordered me to mark her. I was puzzled. I did not know what he meant.

“Piss on her, you dumb mutt, You fucked her, now mark her with the scent of your piss, to show that she is your property”. I pissed all over Princess, from her hair, to her doggie ears and nose, to her neck, her tits, her belly, her cunt and down to her toes. She was covered with my piss. I could fatih escort see her eyes looking at me and I could see the hate shining through. She would remember this day often, and always think of me with hate.

When Sir Anthony took Princess away, Mistress Varian spelled it out for me. “You are standing stud for Princess. You are not here for her pleasure, nor for your own pleasure. You are only allowed to cum because you cannot impregnate her without cuming in her cunt. She will be brought to you for the next 4 days, five days total. There will be no more attempts at gentle foreplay. You will enter her and immediately fuck her as hard and as fast as you can. You will rape her. You will cum quickly. You will impregnate her. Then you will piss all over her. That is what Sir Anthony wants, that is what I want. That is what you will do. Is that clear?”

I barked once and then twice. There would be no fantasies of star crossed lovers who might meet someday under better circumstances. There would only be a painful rape of another doggie slave. And so went the next 4 days. Mistress did play fetch with me for longer periods, two or three times a day. And she hugged me around the neck and said that I was a good doggie. I enjoyed that.

A week after the end of my five day stint as stud, Mistress greeted me with a big smile. “Congratulations, Fido, you are going to be a Daddy. Princess tested pregnant. I am going to hose you off, my little doggie; because frankly you stink so badly that even your Mistress cannot stand your smell. Then, once you shake yourself off, and are reasonably dry, come through your doggie door and meet me in the living room.” So Mistress spent 5 minutes running cold water over me with a hose and then went in herself. I shook myself off as best as I could, waited two minutes to dry in the air and followed her in, wondering what Mistress had in store for me now.

“I am going to give you a choice, the first choice I have given you since you agreed to become my slave 9 months ago. Listen carefully. Choice A is you can continue as my doggie. Sir Anthony has more bitches for you, as do several other friends of mine. Some would like to see you mate with a true dog, not only a human dog. You could continue as a dog for the last three months till your year is over. You will be free, as promised, after the year, with no permanent damage.

“Or choice B. You could fulfill one of my deepest fantasies, and let me transform you into a woman. Again, no permanent damage will be done. There will be no surgery, no hormones, and no implants. The strongest medication will be depilatories. But you will learn to move like a woman, to walk like a woman, to dress like a woman, to think like a woman. You will suck cock and have your ass fucked by many men. Either way, you will be free in three months. I give you this choice because, while I can and will punish you for mistakes, if you are not willing to try, this has no chance of success. So think it over. I will give you 5 minutes. If you want to remain as a dog, bark. If you want to attempt to become a woman, say so in the best feminine voice you can muster.”

There was not much to think about. Mistress Varian indicated her preference. She wanted to train me to become a woman. I do not know why, but over the course of my slavery, what she wanted was the only thing that mattered to me. So the decision was made. I would become a woman to please my Mistress. True, I was not gay, I did not look forward to sucking cock and being fucked in the ass, but if this would fulfill Mistress’ fantasy, I would be glad to do it for Mistress.

So when Mistress came back, I put on my best falsetto, and told her that I would become a woman for her pleasure. Mistress smiled at me and had me get up. She removed the Doggie tail and gave me a new name. From now on I would be Fifi. Mistress gave me a big kiss on the cheek, and told me she had a special reward for me, as a reward for my good service as a dog, and as a last reminder of what I was giving up by becoming a woman. Mistress was going to suck on my cock till I came. I still could not cum without permission, but, she assured me that before I went to sleep this night, I would be allowed one last cum as a farewell to my masculinity. “I don’t know if you have ever had a good blow job, so I want you to pay particular attention to what I do. Look on it as a learning experience, as I will expect you to please other men the way that I am going to please you.”

With that Mistress sent me up to shave and shower. I would spend this night as a man, before I would, for the pleasure of my Mistress, be turned into a woman, if not physically, then psychologically.

I showered and shaved and Mistress, dressed in a seductive night gown, spent 5 minutes sucking on my cock, taking it all the way in her mouth till her lips were touching my pubic bone, using her tongue on my cock, then slowly backing away, then, oh so slowly, taking my cock back as deep as she could, all the while sucking and using her tongue. I had mentioned that I had blow jobs in my life, but nothing like this. After five minutes I was straining not to explode, but of course I would not dare to cum without permission. Rather than tempt me any further, Mistress took a break and announced it was time for supper.

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The Broken Destiny of Cindy’s Humble Servant:

A Story of a Terrible Love in too Many Parts

Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread Softly because you tread on my dreams.

W.B. Yeats

She chose for herself the English name Cindy. I cannot choose another name for her because this name has become a word of power for me, a potent Om. Just hearing these two syllables can cause my restless blood to surge. No other name will work for me, and so in this story I must leave her name as it is.

She came from Dongbei to Beijing with her Chinese boyfriend, her college sweetheart, and she had been working at my company as my assistant for six years.

When Cindy first joined my company, there was perhaps a window of opportunity for me, through which I might have dated, and then married her, and had children with her, and fulfilled the destiny that had been laid out for me. When she first joined my company, I was in the last gasps of a terrible failed relationship. The girl I was with and I fought all night every night, and my morale was very low. Also, when I first met Cindy, I did not recognize her for who she was. She dated two of my foreign employees in succession, and it meant nothing to me. Suddenly though, one day not long after I had finally finished with the girl I had been dating, I recognized who Cindy was, and I asked her to come up to my office. I declared my love to her, and told her that I would give anything and everything for a future with her, but she only sat there across from me staring blankly.

I was surprised by this, because it had always been so easy for me to win over Chinese female members of my staff. I sent her excessively romantic text messages, but she did not answer these. I realized then that I was too late. She had started to date one of my foreign employees, a very handsome and charming young Irish man. I had to watch them flirt and play every day at the office, and when I criticized them, it seemed as though I were jealous, and small hearted; which I was. I told her that this young man would only be staying in China for a short while, and that she had no future with him. She told me that this is what she wanted. She said that she was going to marry her Chinese boyfriend eventually, but that she felt that it was only fair that she should have a chance to be with one man other than her future husband.

I wept, and told her that I would do anything for her. I would give her a family, look after her family, and love her every second of every day. She told me that this was not what she wanted. She said that she would not feel comfortable being with someone who loved her so much. She wanted someone who would be equal to her, not someone who worshipped her. She told me she felt disgusted when men she did not want made advances on her. I asked her coldly had she experienced this often, and she told me even more coldly that she had.

The more Cindy rejected my advances, the more I desired her. I felt no interest in other women, though I had many opportunities. I began to jack off while looking at photos of Cindy, and this became the only way that I could find sexual release.

In China, bosses are often able to take liberties with their female assistants, and I’d had some experience with this. This added to my humiliation in being so firmly and so coldly rebuffed by Cindy. By her standards I was quite well off. I was an exotic westerner; tall, blonde haired and blue eyed, and I could offer her a foreign passport. Still, she always kept me at arms length, and showed no reaction to my confessions of love but frustration and disdain. I could not get closer to her by offering gifts, by appealing to her vanity, or by shocking her by openly telling her of the extent of my devotion. I realized then that I was getting older, and I was not the catch I had once been. She was twenty seven, and I was forty five. My foreign members of staff with whom she flirted were all around twenty seven years of age. Age had never seemed to be an impediment to me before, but now my advancing years, the wrinkles creeping out from the corner of my eyes, and the increasing difficulty I had in keeping my waist slim, were the deepest of humiliations to me.

Whenever I put too much pressure on Cindy, she threatened to leave my company, and I would have done anything to avoid this loss. Though she was a source of terrible frustration to me, I needed to be near to her, and could not imagine losing her from my life. More and more, she became my reason for living. When she threatened to leave my company, I would beg her to stay, and this spectacle was often witnessed by other members of my staff, so that I began to lose the respect of my colleagues. When there was a disagreement between us, Cindy thought nothing of shouting at me, and harshly scolding me in front of anyone present.

The başakşehir escort years went by like this. My company became very successful, because the only way that I could impress Cindy was to achieve success in business. I worked so hard for our company, in the futile hope that she would one day respect me.

Though I knew it was my only hope, it was impossible for me to play it cool with her, and she knew full well that she would prevail in any dispute between us. When I one day confessed to her that for five years I had only had sexual release by masturbating while looking at photos of her, she told me that she would quit her job if I said such a thing again. A year later, I told her that I had borrowed her slippers from under her desk and kissed them while looking at a photo of her so that I could feel closer to her, and she said nothing, but took the slippers home the next day.

Where I will fail in telling this story will be in my inability to describe Cindy to you. Of course words cannot describe her to you, or make you understand what things about her had such power over me. There was something about her face that enthralled me. She had high, arching eyebrows and a warm and knowing smile. She could appear coy, and she could appear regal. I can do little more to describe what to me was sheer perfection. Her voice covered all tones in its range. It was rich and full. It could be harsh in anger, musical in laughter, and soft in confidence. She could look like a 1930s glamour model, a purring sex kitten, or a competent professional. My prime concern in life became in studying the shifting inflections of her face. Though she was Chinese, her eyes seemed Indian. They were Siddhartha eyes. I was obsessed by the shadows beneath her eyes, which came alive when she smiled. Her lips were full and expressive, and when she smiled exquisite dimples appeared at either side of them. Her face was longer and slimmer than most Chinese women. Her jaw was proud and forward, and the front row of her teeth arched strangely.

All parts of her were exquisite because they belonged to her. Her fingers were fleshy yet slim, and her nails well manicured and long. She wore polish on these, but no color. Her body was fuller than most Chinese girls, but still slim overall. She had full breasts, and full hips. Her ass was amazing; so round, elevated and arrogant. Her skin was white as chalk. I could study all the pieces of her body for hours on end. Every inch of her was the holiest of holies to me. When I saw her, all I wanted to do was to throw myself at her feet, and to kiss the ground beneath her shoes. I was jealous of the ground on which she stood, and the seats on which she sat. I wanted nothing more than to be this ground, or these seats, but because I was a man and not a thing this was denied to me. This seemed so unjust.

As for her character, Cindy was a contradiction. On the one hand she was very traditionally Chinese, and never spoke about sexual topics, or flirted in an overt way. On the other hand she was extroverted, loud and touchy. Her laugh was powerful, and she joked in a loud and bossy way. Her presence filled any room: others became meek and silent ghosts before the hurricane of her vitality. Her stride was jaunty and proud, and her demeanor was humorous, extroverted and forceful. Though she was not flirtatious, she gave off a sexy aura of that neither man nor woman could fail to be affected by. She was not vain, and she did not dress to show off her body, but she could not hide it. She sometimes wore glasses, which made her look bookish, like an office girl.

I cannot describe what it was about her, but I had been obsessed with everything about her for over five years. My moods were dependent on her attitudes toward me. She was sometimes sunny, but more often cold and aloof. This was a never ending source of grievance, because with our colleagues she was always laughing and joking, but with me she was usually just business. When I asked her to come up to my office, she would listen to me patiently, take notes and offer advice, and then, when I had run out of excuses to keep her there any longer, she would ask: “Is that it, then?” and leave me office with a jaunty stride as I sat there alone in a sulk. She knew how much I wanted to speak to her about my feelings for her, but she always deftly denied me this opportunity. I began to lose all of my pride.

She was touchy feely with everyone but me, and this made me feel despair. As she passed her colleagues in the hall, she would slap them on the back, and sometimes even on the ass. She was such a vibrant and extroverted presence. I often whined to her, “Why can’t you treat me in the friendly way that you treat other people.” She would reply: “I can’t be myself with you because I know you have special feelings for me, and I don’t feel comfortable with you.” I said to her once: “I wish I were a woman, so that you could be friends with me, and be comfortable around me.” She curled her lips in puzzlement and distaste, and then changed the subject.

I bought a car just so that I would have the chance bayrampaşa escort to offer her a lift home now and then. She sometimes accepted, but more often declined. I was quiet and polite when I drove her home, for fear of saying something that might make her uncomfortable. She also said little. We both knew that I would pay the price of silence for the privilege of driving her home. I saved money in the hope that one day I could be useful to her. There was nothing I wouldn’t have done for her, but there was nothing I could do to make her want to be closer to me. I was forever pleading her to tell me that I was her friend, and yet she never would. She refused to concede that she would be upset were I to die. She said she only had room in her heart for her boyfriend, and that no one else meant anything to her. She knew that she had me in the palm of her hand, but she didn’t want me there. She reminded me again and again that she had always felt disgusted by men who admired her too much.

I could think about nothing but her: I had no sexual feeling unless I was thinking of her, and when I knelt in front of my computer looking at photos of her, zooming in on different parts of her, I had the most intense orgasms of my life. Sometimes as I spewed cum into a tissue I had placed in front of myself, I gasped “Cindy! I love you!” to the indifferent image on the computer screen. When I masturbated to her image, I did not imagine her naked, or far less having sex with me. She was too high above me for me to even dream of this. Instead, I imagined myself kneeling in front of her, and professing my love to her. I imagined myself undergoing trials, in order to prove my devotion to her.

I often hoped that my futile adoration would abate, but it did not. Instead, it grew stronger and stronger. I thought about her until I fell asleep; I dreamed about her and then woke to thoughts of her. I hurried to work for the chance to see her for a second, and say good morning in passing. The entire temper of my day hung upon the tone of that first good morning. Everything I did, I did to impress her. I saved money, bought a car and a house, looked after my body and my appearance, but nothing I did let me grow closer to her. When I tried to discuss my feelings with her, she told me that she loved her boyfriend, and that I shouldn’t say such things to her.

When I heard, though, that her Chinese boyfriend was going to work in Africa for a year, and that she would not go with him, I hatched a desperate plan. It began as a daydream, as a sexy fantasy, which grew when I knelt before my computer screen, tugging myself off before an image of Cindy. As I lost more and more self respect though, and as my worship of Cindy grew, it began to solidify, and take on its own life. At first, after orgasm I simply forgot about this plan, but later, it stayed with me longer, and became less and less of a fantasy, and more and more of a plan. I knew all along that it was madness, and that it would ruin me, but more and more, as her slights heaped themselves upon my head, I wanted to be ruined by my love for Cindy.

My plan had a strange logic, and a mathematical certainty. Were I to bring it to life, I could not fail but to show Cindy how much I belonged to her. The key to the plan was Laura. Laura was an English girl from Leeds who had worked at my company a few years before, but had left because she felt we did not pay enough. Now, she lived in the international part of the city, among foreigners, discos and bars. My part of the city had no foreigners, and I always hoped to keep Cindy away from the international part of the city, afraid that she would find something better there.

Laura was the archetypal slapper: she had big tits and a big ass and a stupid slutty face. She would have made a decent porn star. She wore low cut tops and low jeans that revealed the crack of her ass. She was loud, like Cindy, but unlike Cindy she was lewd and graceless. She and Cindy had been good friends while she worked at my company: although they were different, Cindy found Laura’s openness refreshing and humorous. They didn’t keep in touch much anymore, but occasionally messaged one another on facebook.

Laura had a very low opinion of me. Once, when she worked with us, we had gone out to a club together on the east side of Beijing. She ended up accompanying me home to my apartment and we spent the night together. During the night, she tried to entice me to have sex with her: she played with my cock and sucked me, but I did not reciprocate. The next morning I told her how I felt about Cindy, and that I could only feel sexual arousal while looking at her photos. I hadn’t thought of how this would hurt Laura’s vanity. She was angry at me, and she called me a sicko and a stalker before storming out of the apartment. Later, she told Cindy and all of my colleagues what I had told her. To be honest, I wasn’t upset that she had announced this, because I wanted it to be known. Cindy pretended she had never heard this, and continued to work with me, keeping me always at arm’s length.

I called and met up with Laura bomonti escort in one of the bars in her part of town. I made a proposal, and I knew she would accept it, as it appealed to her wounded vanity, it offered her money, and it gave her the chance to experience something new. She introduced me to two of her friends, and I reiterated the plan that I hoped these three would help me with. They agreed, and laughed as I handed over money to each of them. I sent them all emails explaining the details of what I had in mind, and I wrote up and signed a statement outlining what I had asked them to do, and how much I had paid them to do so.

The next week, I arrived at Laura’s apartment at 4:00 in the afternoon. I knew that she had succeeded in making arrangements to meet up with Cindy that evening, and I knew that she had convinced Cindy to meet with her boyfriend and his friend. I knew also that Cindy had no idea that I would be there. As I knocked the door, there was a lump in my throat, and my heart was beating so hard that it felt as though it would leap out of my mouth. I was experiencing a sort of tunnel vision.

Laura answered the door breezily and nonplussed, and welcomed me in. Though she behaved civilly toward me, neither of us could completely conceal our contempt for the other. She was not in the least shy about what was going to happen, and got down to business without any small talk. She looked at the bag I held, and said “you can get changed in the lav,” and then she sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV.

I went into the toilet and shut the door behind me. My hands were shaking as I began to take off my clothes, and when I happened to glance in the mirror I was shocked to see the look of dread on my flushed face. I stood naked, and I could hear the TV from the other room. I opened the bag and took out white stockings and a garter belt. I fastened the garter belt around my waist, pulled the stockings up over my shaven legs, and then fastened the four snaps dangling from the frilly garter belt to the lacy stocking tops. I slipped semi transparent white panties up over my shaven cock and balls. These panties were too small, and they crept up the crack of my ass. I pulled a frilly French maids outfit over my head, and pulled down the hem of the skirt. It came to just beneath my buttocks, about three long inches above where the garter clasped the stockings. I put on an apron, and frilly wrist and neck pieces. I put on a blonde bob wig, and put the frilly maid headpiece over this.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm my beating heart. I did not dare to look in the mirror, because I knew what an awful sight I must have been. I had always been disgusted to see photos of men dressed as sissies. There seemed to me to be nothing crasser. I was mortified. I was under no illusions as to the merits of my personal presentation. I knew that I was not in any way convincing or sexy. I was pathetic at best; utterly repulsive. I felt slightly calmer though, as I began to take on the persona of the clothes I was wearing. Having fallen so far, it was less frightening to fall any farther.

I put the clothes I had taken off in the bag and carried it with me into the living room. I stood nervously at the entrance to the living room and said: “I’m ready, Ms.”

She did not look up from the TV immediately. When she did, she said roughly: “Is that the best little girl’s voice you’ve got?” I was taken aback: when I had asked them to let me dress as a maid for them on this evening, I had not considered this. Laura was improvising, and this worried me. Still, I was no longer in a position to set the ground rules.

“No Ms, I’m sorry Ms,” I said, attempting a feminine falsetto, and looking down and blushing deeply. I knew how disgusting it sounded to hear a man putting on a little girl’s voice, and I was not comfortable with it at all. It was the only thing worse than the cross dressing itself.

She pointed to the center of the living room. The expression on her face making no secret of the fact that she felt I was repulsive. I went to the centre of the room and stood looking down and holding onto my bag of clothes.

“Bag down you silly cow!” she barked, and I put the bag at my feet and stood holding the fingers of one hand, as I had been taught to do when I felt nervous on stage in grade school.

“You curtsy before you carry out a command, and say ‘yes Ms!'” she scolded.

I curtsied and said “Yes, Ms.”

“VOICE!”

“Yes Ms. Sorry Ms,” I said in a higher and squeakier voice, and curtsied again.

Laura got up and walked around me, taking her time. “God you are revolting!” She tugged one of my garters, and let it snap back against my skin. I was shivering, and I recognized that I was utterly at the mercy of my enemy. She stood in front of me, and because I could not help but look down, away from her gaze, I found myself staring straight at her voluptuous white breasts. They seemed very sexy now, and I realized that though I had once scorned them, I would not have the chance to scorn them again: from now on any scorn would be aimed directly at me. She held my chin between her thumb and forefinger, and turned my face up so that I was compelled to look into her eyes. I did not like her face, but I knew that I should not look away. She was in complete control, and she wanted to drive this home to me by forcing me to meet her gaze, by not permitting me to hide my soul away.

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I checked my watch; it was 4:15 PM. Another 15 minutes and the plane would land, and I would be there. ‘There’, was Denver, Colorado, where my new Mistress lived. “New,” is not quite accurate. She had been my Mistress on the internet for almost two years, but now I was to meet Her. This was the first time I had been to the United States. The only time I had talked to Her was when She called to congratulate me on my graduation from the University of Zagreb, in Croatia. Her voice had been soft and sexy, and had sent chills through me. She was the only Mistress I had ever had.

Wild thoughts rushed through my head. ‘What if She doesn‘t like me? What if She is disappointed in me? What if She doesn’t like my cock? What if I cum too fast? What if I can’t take the pain?’ As nervous as I was, my prick was still hard at the thought of Her. I imagined what it was going to be like when she tortured me. I thought about her whipping my cock and balls, striking them and making me scream. I had never really been tortured before. I had hurt and punished myself for her online, but that is not the same as being under someone’s complete control. She is a savage Mistress and told me that my time with her would not be easy. The thought sent shivers through me and made my prick even harder. I was excited and very fearful.

I finally got through customs, but I didn‘t see Her. Where was She? Had She changed Her mind? Then, there She was, walking toward me. She was even more beautiful in person than in Her pictures. Her long brown hair hung below Her shoulders, and her hips swayed seductively as She walked toward me. I started to get hard again.

She took my hand in Hers and spoke my name softly. “Marko.”

“Mistress Katherine.” My voice shook.

“Kat, in public, hon; Mistress, only in private.”

“Yes, Mistress…Kat…” My face turned red. She must have thought I was an idiot.

Smiling, She took my hand and we left the airport.

“I hope you’re hungry. We’re going out to eat.”

I was excited. My first American restaurant, and in the company of my beautiful Mistress. Surely I would be the envy of every man there. By the time we arrived at the Trail Dust Steak House, I felt less nervous. Her gentle questions and smiles had put me at ease

My ease did not last long, when after we sat down, some of the people that worked there came up to me, ringing big cow bells, and used a huge pair of scissors, to cut off my tie. Laughing, Kat told me that ties were not allowed. Though embarrassed, I laughed and went with the joke. We each had a huge steak, cooked rare, a salad, and a baked potato with lots of butter and sour cream. I think it was the best steak I have ever had. We left the restaurant, and I became nervous again; I knew what was next.

We went into the house, and my Mistress did not waste any time. She showed me to a bedroom, told me to be unpacked, naked, and kneeling in the living room, by the time She changed her clothes. I just made it to my knees when She walked in. “God!” I thought, “She is beautiful!” The way She looked gave me an instant hard-on. She had on a corset, garter belt, thigh high leather boots with very high heels. All were black. She carried a riding crop in her hand. I stared at Her. She was magnificent.

Without warning, She stepped behind me and lashed my back with her crop. . “Is that how you were taught to kneel, slave?

I quickly spread my legs, placed my palms face up on my thighs, raised my head proudly, and lowered my eyes.

“Better.” She purred her approval.

She put leather restraints around my wrists and took me to Her chamber. I looked around as we went in. The room was large, airy, and a little cool. It looked half like a dungeon, and half like a doctor’s office. I knew She had a medical fetish. Mistress Kat got a paddle and made me lie over Her lap. I was excited, but scared too. This was my first real-life experience with BDSM. My sexy Mistress brought the paddle down on my ass, and I jumped. It stung a lot more than I expected. She paddled my ass, first one cheek, then the other, till it was burning. I thought she was done, then she brought the crop down across my ass hard. She whipped my backside until it was covered with welts. She stopped the cropping and caressed and soothed my ass cheeks, first with her fingertips, then with Her tongue. Her tongue on my welts sent shivers all through my body. I was hard as a rock and precum was dripping from the end of my prick, onto Her lap.

“Look at the mess you made on me, Marko. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”

“Yes, I am”

She smacked me hard with the crop again, and I let out a yelp.

“Yes, I am, what?”

“Huh?” I didn’t understand.

She smacked me hard again. “Yes, I am, Mistress or Ma’am.”

“Oh, okay.” *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

“You have a lot to learn, slave boy.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She nodded in approval.

“Up on the şişli escort GYN table.”

I looked at Her blankly. I didn’t understand what She meant.

She pointed to the doctor’s examining table. I quickly got on it. She made me scoot down until my ass was at the very end, and had me put my feet in some foot rests. She called them stirrups. She strapped my arms to the sides of the table, and my thighs and ankles to the leg rests. I was scared, but thought I better not say anything.

Mistress Katherine pulled up a tray and put on some gloves. A filled bag hung from a pole at the side of the table, and from the bottom of it, came a tube. She took the tube and started putting the end of it up my ass. I realized I was going to get an enema. I had never had one. I didn’t know if I was going to like it or not. I found out very quickly I didn’t like it at all! She opened a valve at the bottom of the bag and started to fill me; it was hot. She said it was soapy water. My abdomen started cramping. The more She put into me, the worse it was. God, it hurt!

“Mistress, I need to go to the bathroom.” She didn’t say anything. She just kept pumping stuff into me. There was a strange burning on my insides. The cramps got worse. I was moaning with the pain.

“God, Mistress! Please!”

“Hold it, slave,” was all She said. It felt like my insides were going to burst. Finally she stopped. I lay there cramping and moaning. I wanted to curl into a ball and hold my swollen stomach, but the straps prevented me from doing that. She released an arm and told me to masturbate myself, but not to cum. Finally She let me up to got to the bathroom. I walked there, carefully, clutching my painful abdomen, knowing if a drop leaked out I would be tortured more. When I was done, She made me get back on the table, and strapped me down completely again. I couldn’t believe it when She started filling me once more. I looked at Her, my eyes questioning.

“Do you like my laundry soap?” She asked.

This time the cramping was not so bad, but the burning was worse. She pumped me full again, watching my abdomen swell, but did not make me lie there as long. She didn’t need to; the soapy water in my empty bowel worked more quickly. After She let me go to the bathroom, I felt a little weak and dizzy. I hoped She wasn’t going to do it a third time. She didn’t, but what came next wasn’t any better.

She put on another pair of gloves and opened a kit. Mistress scrubbed the end of my prick. She took out a tube and grabbed my dick again, pulled it out, then let go.

“Hmmmm. You have a small hole, Marko. I will need to get a different tube.”

She quickly returned and scrubbed the end of my member again. She rammed a tube up into my hole. It hurt, but was bearable. She pushed it in, farther and farther. Suddenly I was peeing. She caught all my piss in a pan, then pulled out the tube. That was not too bad, I decided. Mistress Katherine told me that was called catheterization and the next procedure would be more effective not that my bladder was empty. Then She got a pole with a smaller bag hanging from it. She called it an IV pole. The bag had ‘5% Saline Solution’ written on it. Again, She scrubbed the end of my cock, and jammed another tube into it. All the way to my bladder again. I hadn’t realized that the solution was almost freezing cold, until it instantly hurt, running into me. She slowly filled my bladder. It started to spasming with painful contractions, as if someone was trying to wring it, squeezing and twisting, while it filled. She put the whole bag into me, then clamped it off. I lay there, hurting, needing to pee, bladder spasming, yet feeling somewhat numb too. She took my cock in her hand and began to stroke it. I was filled with pain and pleasure. She released the clamp and drained all the solution from me. It was such a relief, yet I still spasmed for a little while.

Throughout both these procedures my prick was hard as a rock. Every time She would touch it, shivers ran through my body. Every once in a while She would lick Her lovely lips and my mind filled with images of Her mouth on my cock. I wanted to beg Her to suck me. I wanted to fill Her mouth and throat with my cum.

Mistress left Her gloves on and probed my asshole with one finger. It felt good, but it hurt too. I had never had anything put in there until the enema. Her finger was in me as far as it would go, rubbing and feeling all around. Then She found a very sensitive spot, and my hips jerked and I moaned. I knew She was rubbing my prostate. She began to fuck my ass with her finger, massaging my gland with each stroke. I moaned as Her finger moved faster.

“Mistress, may I cum?”

“We are barely getting started. You cannot cum for a long time yet.”

I moaned and fought the urge to cum as Her finger kept moving in and out of my hot ass. I thought for sure I was going to lose it and cum, when She finally stopped. She took her gloves off, and took my balls taksim escort in Her hand. She squeezed them gently. I moaned with pleasure. She ran her fingertips all over my balls. Her fingers felt like warm velvet on my heavy sacs. She began squeezing and massaging them. I was again ready to cum. I didn’t have to tell Her though; she knew and warned me not to.

“Don’t cum slave. If you do, you will regret it.

She squeezed my balls very hard and I yelped. That pressure did help relieve the need to cum. Mistress Katherine alternated between soft caresses and hard squeezes. It seemed like every time She squeezed them, it was a little harder than the time before. I was moaning and groaning between the pleasure and the pain Her hand was giving me. She moved to my cock and began to examine it closely. She ran her fingers up and down the hard shaft. I was writhing and moaning. Suddenly, I let loose and came. The cum spurted from my prick, long, white, frothy streams of it; one right after another. When I was through cumming, I looked at Her standing there. Her arms were folded and I could tell from the look on her face that she was disappointed and displeased with me.

“You will pay Marko, and the price will be harsh. I don‘t tolerate disobedience.”

“I’m sorry Mistress. Please forgive me. I couldn’t help it. Your hands, so soft, so warm…” I let my voice trail off. She wasn’t buying my excuses. ‘Shit,’ I thought.

She went and got a small flogger and began whipping the inside of my thighs. The sting of the leather on my tender flesh, made me jump each time. When the leather struck my cock and balls, I couldn’t help but cry out. I could feel the bite of each thong on my soft skin. Over and over She struck them, until they were red and burning. Incredibly my prick was hard again.

My Mistress got some alligator clamps with a chain attached between them. She started to lick and suck my nipples. My nipples were so sensitive that each time She would suck on them, it would send a jolt from them clear down into my groin.

“MMMM, MMMM, oh yes.” I didn’t want Her to ever stop.

Suddenly She bit down hard on my left nipple.

“God!” I yelled. She then bit my right one. I yelled again.

Grasping the tip of my left nipple, she pulled it out and fastened the clip on it. Then the right one. I couldn’t believe how much the clamps hurt, the teeth biting into me. She left the tip of each nipple sticking out. My nipples throbbed and burned. It felt like they were being cut in two.

Mistress Katherine lowered Her head and began to lick my dick. Her tongue, wet and warm, moving up and down the shaft was driving me crazy. I moaned and trembled as I lay there. Starting at my balls, She ran Her tongue slowly up the shaft. When she reached the sensitive mushroom head, she nibbled gently with her teeth. Then scraping Her teeth over the head, she sucked on my hole. I thought I was going to explode in Her mouth. Licking and sucking She moved Her mouth down the front side of my prick, then back up to the head again. She closed her lips over it and sucked. My moans were loud. My hips thrust upward, trying to ram my member down her throat. Just when I thought I could not keep myself from cumming, she stopped. I was panting loudly. I had never felt such an overwhelming need. Her denying my orgasm, sent such erotic pain through my genitals that my whole body was trembling. She again took the head of my cock into her mouth. She sucked it and then scraped her teeth over the head to the rim. She bit down hard and I screamed.

From the middle of the chain between the nipple clamps, there was a longer chain. She showed me a strange ring she was about to attach to the end of it.

“This is for your cock.”

I didn’t want Her to put that on my prick. It looked horrible. It was round and the inside was bristled with spikes pointing inward. The ring could be adjusted to make it loose or tight. Mistress Katherine snapped the ring around my shaft, right behind the cock head where it is so sensitive. I felt the spikes stick into me. I gasped at the feel of all those sharp points jabbing into my member. Then She began to tighten it. It felt like a thousand needles being stuck into the rim of my cock. She kept tightening it until I screamed. I begged Her, pleaded with Her to stop.

“Please! Stop! It Hurts! It Hurts!” Still She tightened it.

“God! Please Mistress! Please!” The points dug into my soft, sensitive skin.

She took hold of the middle of the chain and yanked it hard.

“Aaaaaaaagggggggghhhhh!” My scream echoed in my ears. The clamps bit into my nipples as She yanked them. The cock ring felt like needles were buried in my prick. She held the chain taut and listened to my screams and pleas. Mistress Katherine seemed to know just when I had all I could take. She let go of the chain and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I was surprised when She removed my restraints. She gave me a big glass of water topkapı escort and I gulped it down. Being tortured is thirsty work. My dong felt like it was being bitten in two, yet it was so hard it ached. The precum dripped from the end. I was ready to cum again.

“Pleasure Me, Marko. Make me cum. If you do an excellent job, later I may allow you to cum. That is, if you feel like it after you are punished.”

‘Oh dear God,’ I thought. ‘How can I stand more? What have I gotten myself into?’ My dick leaked more precum.

My Mistress lay back on the couch and spread Her legs. Her pussy was beautiful. A neat little triangle of hair on her mound. The puffy lips were covered with Her juices. Her clit was swollen and sticking out. It beckoned me.

I knelt on the floor next to Her and as directed, ran my hands over Her exquisite body. I marveled at the feel of Her. Her skin was soft as a rose petal. She shivered as my fingertips caressed Her. Starting at Her feet, I kissed and sucked each toe. I caressed Her thighs as I kissed up the calf of Her leg. I felt Her shiver beneath my touch. My hands found their way to Her beautifully shaped tits. Her nipples hardened to my touch. She moaned quietly. I leaned forward to take Her nipple into my mouth and felt the chain pull on my nipples and cock. It hurt, but I didn’t care; all I could think about was sucking Her nipple. I ran my tongue over the aureole, then flicked it across the tip. I licked and kissed first one nipple, then the other. She whimpered as I sucked the right one into my mouth. I scraped my teeth up it, then sucked as much of Her breast into my mouth as possible.

“MMMMMMMM,” She moaned. I pinched and pulled the other nipple, lightly at first but getting rougher and rougher. She didn’t tell me to stop, so I twisted Her nipple harshly. She cried out loudly, but still made no objection.

“Fuck me with your tongue.”

I was glad to oblige, and lowered my head between Her legs. Her scent was intoxicating. She was so wet that Her juices were running out and onto the couch. I kissed Her swollen lips. Kissing all over one, then the other. Putting my tongue down to Her ass, I licked in quick little strokes, moving up toward Her pussy. I ran my tongue over Her slit, and She thrust Her cunt into my face. Needing no more urging, I entered Her steaming hole with my tongue.

“God oh God, yessss,” She moaned.

I fucked Her with my tongue, pushing it into Her as deeply as I could, then curling it as I brought it out. Over and over I plunged my tongue into Her hot hole. I found Her engorged clit with my thumb and pushed down hard, mashing it into Her.

“OHHH, OHHH, OHHH” She cried. She began to scream as Her cum gushed onto my tongue and my face. She tasted wonderful; even better than I had imagined. Her whole body was shaking, and Her cries still echoed in the room. I sucked Her cum from Her pussy as fast as I could, but there was so much I couldn’t keep up with it. It was all over my face and it ran down Her thighs and into the crack of her ass.. As Her screams turned to whimpers, I lifted my head. She grabbed it and pushed me down to Her pussy again.

“More!” She demanded.

I attacked Her with renewed vigor, my tongue licking all over Her cunt. I flicked my tongue back and forth over Her clit. I rammed two fingers into Her, burying them deeply. I scraped my teeth up Her clit then sucked it into my mouth. Adding a third finger, I filled Her completely. I could feel Her muscles tightening around my fingers. I slammed them into Her, over and over. I loved how She was talking.

“Fuck oh fuck! Ram your fingers into me. Yes! Yes! Fuck me hard. Suck my clit.”

I was very aware of my nipples and prick. My nipples felt like they were being bitten in two. My cock was hard and throbbing. The points were digging into it. I wanted to cum so badly.

Mistress Katherine was crying out, moaning, thrashing on the couch. Her whole body was convulsing in orgasm. Wave after wave washed through Her as the cum gushed out of Her like a fountain. I kept sucking on Her clit, biting it, and slamming my fingers into Her. Her sweet cream was all over my face and hand. Finally Her climax subsided, and She lay there, shaking and moaning.

“Clean me with your tongue.” Her voice quivered.

I cleaned all of Her. Licking each inch and getting all of Her nectar. After Her breathing settled, She sat back up on the couch. I was still kneeling there, cock throbbing, aching for release. The precum was shining on the end. I wanted that damn cock ring off of me, and I wanted to bury my prick in Her mouth and throat.

My Mistress rose, grabbed the chain and yanked on it to bring me to my feet. I screamed at the pain. Mistress Katherine loved hearing me scream.

She led me back to the table and strapped me to it again. She removed the cock ring first. I sighed with relief as she took it off. Releasing the clamps, the blood rushed back into my nipples. I screamed again, but the pain was also very erotic and made me need to cum even more. It was going to feel so good to cum. She lowered her mouth to my prick and licked it all around where points had jabbed me. I had to fight hard not to cum.

“You have a very small hole, Markos. I think we need to work on that.”

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She is sitting in the car, in her long, black overcoat, waiting for the phone to chime. She knows he is close. She can almost sense it.

Bling

Her breath catches in her throat, as she snatches up the phone. She flips the screen to life, and the text message jumps up at her.

3 minutes, at the front door. Eyes on the floor. Do not disappoint me again.

Throwing the car into drive, she tears from the lot. Only once had she ever disobeyed him, but he had never let her forget. Not that she could. She lived with the memory of bending herself over the foot of the bed, her skirt torn off, her panties at her feet. Her arms had been spread beside her, palm down, waiting, when she heard his voice.

“What did I ask?”

She answered softly.. “on my knees, at the door, clothes folded beside me.”

“And what did I get?”

She whispered, this time. “me, in a skirt. worried about the neighbors.”

“What is your word, pet?”

She said nothing.. but held her tiny hands up, into a “t”

“Timeout, that’s right.. are you ready to show me you can behave?”

She nodded as he caressed her ass. “Count for me. out loud.”

She nodded.

“One, Daddy.”

Smack- fire shot up her, as she struggled not to move.

“Two, Daddy.”

Smack- she wanted to jump, to scream.. but knew better.

Minutes later, her voice quivered..

“Twenty one, daddy..”

Smack- her pretty little ass felt like molten lava, but that wasnt her concern. Earning his forgiveness was her only worry.

She drew a breath, to count again, when he put his hand on her back..

“Say the word, love.”

Violently, she shook her head. She didnt want to give up. She wanted to make him happy.

“Twenty one, Daddy.”

Smack- her back arched, as she desperately fought to maintain control.

“More, my pet?”

She tried to open her mouth, and say the next number for him, but her voice would not come. She hung her head, and shook it no.

“No? Then tell me what I want to hear.”

“Daddy, I was wrong. I am sorry. I will never disobey you again..”

As she lay on the bed, the ice cube in his teeth touched her tender cheek. The relief was instant, the satisfaction immense. Her satisfaction came from not only relief from the burning in her ass, but from earning his forgiveness. She had gone above and beyond to prove her love, and devotion. Her mind drifted back to their first encounter, when he had whispered her mantra into her ear. “good girls get good things.” Since then, those were the words that meant everything to her. Yes, she had unwittingly tested them once, but the punishment she received only made the relief more wonderful. She had spent the rest of that night being touched, teased, and pleasured. Not once did he take her etiler escort for himself. Instead, he spent the entire night doting on her every need. Never had she felt so loved, So cared for.

As she drove towards him, the memory seemed so intense, that her ass started to burn in response. As if knowing what was to come, she unconsciously started squirming in her seat. She pulled into the drive, and stepped from the car. She never knew if he was watching, but it did not matter. She lived by his rules, even when he was not watching over her. She loved to make him proud, and he never seemed prouder than when he caught her following his rules on her own. She closed the car door, and dropped her coat off of her shoulders, baring her gorgeous figure. Slowly, deliberately she stood nude in the drive, and folded the coat on the warm hood. In the back of her mind, she could almost see the neighbors peeking through the curtains, yet she never felt safer.

His first promise to her had been enough. “Angel, nothing, and no one will ever hurt you while you are with me. No one will ever touch you unless you want it.” With his promise ringing in her ears, she stepped confidently to the door, and dropped to her knees, her eyes on the floor. She knew him, knew what he liked. She didn’t knock. He would get her when he was ready. She simply say on her heels, and waited.

The door opened suddenly, and he grabbed her by the hair, pulling her to her feet. He led her inside, and slammed the door.

“You know my rules. Assume the position.”

She dropped to the floor, arms spread, face down, her ass in the air, without question.

“One, Daddy..”

Slightly louder

“One, daddy.”

His hand touched her back.. “Tell me what you did. pet..”

“I disappointed you, Daddy.”

He lifted her to her feet, caressing her gently..

“Not a question on your lips, you just did as you were told.. Such a good girl.”

Good girl.. the words sent chills down her spine, and she could not help but smile.

“Open your eyes, Pet..”

She looked, and saw the table in front of her.. beautiful dishes, candles.. and a gorgeous black dress hanging from a hanger.

She looked up at him, and repeated his own words from the day they met.

“Good girls get.. good things..”

The evening was a blur of wine, great food, even better conversation, dancing, and steamy flirting. She was his. always would be.. but owning her did not mean he didn’t love to spoil her. As the dinner wound down, they retired to the living room, and settled on the couch. Halfway through a fantastic movie, she noticed that he was no longer laughing at the funny parts. She glanced at him, and found him staring at her. He had the ability to seem like he was staring straight mecidiyeköy escort through to the core of who she is. His hand raised to her chin, as he kissed her like no one else could. She instantly lifted herself to his lap, and kissed him back, drinking in the passion that poured out of him every time they were together.

He stood her up, and gently removed the dress, laying her on the couch. He reached behind him, and pulled out a small paintbrush. Her face must have given away her curiosity, because he smiled, and used his fingertips to gently close her eyes. Suddenly, it all made sense, as the soft bristles of the brush glided across the skin of her stomach, sending chills racing across her body. He used the brush to slowly trace his way up and down her body, as if he were memorizing every curve. The sensation was the most amazing torture of her life… He somehow never touched her, but between the brush, and his warm breath on her, it did not take long before she was moaning, and writhing all over the couch. He used the brush like Picasso, running it down her stomach, over the curve of her hip, and onto the folds of her sensitive little pussy. By the time he got there, she was ready to explode. The tension building inside her was impossible to ignore, as she started to explode.

Until he stopped suddenly.

“No. not yet, Chloe. Not until I say so…”

He spent the next hour bringing her again and again to the very edge.. but never giving the permission she was dying for. After listening to her whimper, beg, and plead for what seemed like an eternity, he once again used the brush to work her into a frenzy. When she arched her back, and begged yet again, he held her on the brink for a full minute, then looked her in the eyes.

“Come for me, Chloe. don’t hold back. let me hear you..” She could hear herself screaming at the top of her lungs, the tension pouring out of her body, until he carried her unconscious body to the bed.

As Chloe woke, she opened her eyes, to find him sleeping beside her. As she slid her arm around him, he sat up, and scooped her out of the bed, and into his arms. She found herself carried to the bathroom, where she was sat on the edge of the massive tub. He ran bathwater, then proceeded to explore her neck with his lips, while the tub filled. Somehow, no matter how often they saw each other, he was never able to resist her.. even for a moment.. and she loved it..

He climbed into the bath, and took her hand, guiding her into the tub in front of him. He seemed to take pride in slowly washing every inch of her.. From her hair, to the bottoms of her feet. his warm touch, and attention to every little part of her was.. intoxicating. He turned her around, facing him. He washed her legs and feet, then şirinevler escort pulled her onto his lap, kissing her deeply. As she settled back into the water, she was not prepared as his rock hard cock slid into her. Chloe could not help, but to cry out, as they rocked their bodies together slowly. The intensity was amazing, as she could once again feel something building inside her..

“Daddy, please, I need to”

“No, Chloe, not this time… you dont need permission to cum. let it happen..”

He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her tightly to him, as the lovers exploded together in unison.. Chloe’s body melted into him, and she had a fleeting thought about happiness, as she drifted off to sleep, still wrapped up in his arms.

About an hour later, Chloe woke up , feeling like a slinky kitten, desperate for that first stretch of the day. She was sprawled across the bed, sideways. Her first instinct was to pull her arms to her, as she arched her back, breathing deeply.

For some reason, her arms wouldn’t move. Opening her eyes, she noticed the straps around her wrists, holding them above her head. Her legs were free to move, but sported similar straps around her ankles. She sensed his presence, then found him, standing above her head. She immediately remembered his rule, and dropped her eyes.

He said nothing, but walked to the opposite side of the bed, and ran his fingertips up her leg. His eyes never left her.. as if he were hyper focused on taking inventory of every little part of the woman he owned. He hooked his arm under her knee, and not-so-gently pulled her as far as the strap around her wrists would allow. He lowered her leg, and ran his fingertips back down her thigh, over her calf, back to her ankle, picking up the strap attached to that ankle in the process.

Slowly, he raised that ankle, pulling it to her right, and fastening in to the large wooden bedpost. He repeated this with her left leg, leaving her legs spread wide, and unable to move anything but her head. She realized then that she was not just willing. She was desperate to feel him. Somehow, it seemed as if he sensed this, because as he strolled slowly back towards her head, he seemed to slow, taking his time, enjoying the tease.

He used two fingers to lift her chin, forcing her to look at him. He dropped to one knee, and she felt leather around her neck, as he closed the clasp. After a small “click”, she snuck a peek to her left, and found a mirror attached to a nightstand. In the mirror, she saw the collar, covered in small gems, and fixed with a tiny padlock.

“You have been so good, my love. I wanted to give you something to remind you of us.. even when we cannot be together. Wear it proudly.” With that, he kissed her gently on the lips, and when she opened her eyes, discovered that she was wearing a blindfold. It still amazed her how sneaky he could be, when he wanted.. she hadn’t even felt him put it on!

She beamed at his praise, and at herself, for doing so well.. But it was more than that. Her heart pounded, as she wondered what he had in store for her.

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Prologue:

In case this is the first of my stories you’ve read, there are a few things I’ve skipped over in this story since there are several other stories I’ve written about this same sub. I tend to write a story after almost all of my sessions with my toys. But I publish very few of them online.

My name is Pepper Rodgers. I’m a 19-year-old Domme, living downtown Mobile, Alabama. I have a decently well-stocked playroom in the second bedroom of my fourth-floor apartment (most of my neighbors are corporate types who aren’t always around, giving me a lot of privacy, even in the halls and elevators). I also have a decently stocked toybox. I prefer my toys to be older than I am, around 30-42 years old. I prefer men for myself, however not for my toybox. When it comes to toys, I find women and couples to be far more amusing. Single men tend to be needier, and often too clingy. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have a few of them in my toybox. I do. They just don’t have the same chances of getting there as couples and single women do.

I’m petite. Actually more “tiny” that petite. I’m 5′ 1.75″ and 91 pounds. I’m not bony, though, I’ve curvy, like a small-sized woman. I have blond hair down to my shoulders and blue eyes. Oh, and my chest is the only place I’m not small. I’m a 32-D, and I’m very pert. Which makes me popular with the boys.

I’m also slightly bisexual. I’m attracted to men, not women. I would never choose a female partner for even a date, let alone for sex. But I’m not opposed to masturbating with a female toy. Sophie happens to be my favorite sex toy to pleasure myself with. Her tongue has two big advantages over my vibrator: one, it’s very delicate and tender. Two, no matter how much I use it, its batteries never die at the worst possible moment! It’s better than fresh bunny batteries, it just keeps going until I want it to stop. And I don’t even have to hold it in place!

When I want sex I never use one of my toys. I never allow a toy touch, or even see, all of me. And I never bring a toy to my bedroom. Nor do I chose a woman. I pick a man, usually one I find in a club or cafe, or wherever. I flirt, dance dirty a little and if he meets my standards, I ask if he’s interested in a one-time-only, no-names-exchanged, hook-up. I’ve never been turned down.

I have a few standards for my hook-ups. I never pick a guy I know or even just see around. And I insist on a cock between 7 and 9″ long and 1.5″ across, plus or minus a small bit. I won’t touch a guy who isn’t circumcised, either. I hate the way the foreskin feels inside me. I want to feel that fat head. The dirty dancing gives me plenty of time to tease a guy hard and feel for myself what he’s got. It’s the only way not to be disappointed. Guys always lie about their equipment!

Sophie is my 19-year-old live-in slave-girl. She’s slightly petite at 5’4″ and 119 pounds. She’s pretty, too, with long honey-blond hair, green eyes, and a 34-B chest. Sophie is extremely devoted to me. So devoted, and so happy as my slave, that despite not being attracted to women, she’s a virgin with men. She serves and pleasures only me, and those I give her to. And while I use her, even with my male toys, I won’t allow any man to touch her pussy or penetrate her bottom. Those are mine. Only mine. I’ve owned her since she graduated high school, but I’ve known her longer. Since about two months after her 18th birthday, which was also about two months before she finished high school.

I have three BFFs, (Isabelle, Reagan, and Ellie) none of whom are into my little games. But all of whom occasionally creep into my stories. After all, they are my BFFs so they tend to be around. Luckily they’re not offended by anything they happen to see. They’re just not eager for me to put on a show on their account.

I also have a circle of five other women friends, all of whom are Dommes as well. Andrea (26), Janelle (35), Colette (39), Diane (43), and Olive (44). we usually get together every couple of weeks for coffee and a little chat about who’s doing what to whom lately. We sometimes share, or loan, our toys to each other, but not that often. Sometimes we do a favor for each other, such as providing something different for a toy. Mostly we do what girls do: we gossip.

I get all of my toys through networking. It’s almost always either one of the women in our circle who has a toy she doesn’t want and offers to point it at another who is interested. Or sometimes one of my toys tells someone, who tells someone, and so on until someone asks my toy to introduce someone to me. Rarely it’s someone I don’t play with, but who knows what I’m into, who asks me to meet someone. I get plenty of emails inquiring about meeting me, and while I will email and maybe chat with a sub online, I haven’t yet met any. I won’t rule it out, but meeting online is risky enough that someone would have to convince me before I’d think about it. A girl’s gotta be careful!

[Note: Mistress Pepper and Sophie are “anonymized” versions of me and my slave-girl. The real me. All of my stories are (or should I say will be) my memories of a session bostancı escort with a sub. Thus, they are true stories, only in this version details have been changed to protect the sub. I do live in Mobile about 10 months of the year (the remaining two I spend in Nizhny Novgorod, Russia, where my father is from and lives), and almost all of my subs live in Mobile or a bordering county. I’m originally from Baldwin County, next door to Mobile. I moved across the bay to attend USA. As is/did Mistress Pepper. But I’m not a blond. And you’ll most definitely have to guess at my bra size! Enjoy the story!]

Part I: Learning What Punishment Is

A friend of mine has a BEARCAT STOL. It’s a small airplane, in a class commonly called a cub-alike. That just means it looks, and kind of flies, like a Piper Cub. Two seats, one behind the other. One little engine up front with a propeller. This particular variant is designed specifically to fly low and slow. And to land about anywhere, like on a football field. I have a pilot’s license, but even this tiny plane is well beyond my budget. In Mobile (where the economy was long ago flushed down the toilet) you could buy a house for the cost of an airplane. However, my friend is very generous. He lets me fly his whenever I want, as long as I leave the fuel tanks full. No problem there. The fun is well worth the cost of the AVGAS.

It’s a warm, clear summer day. I’ve just spent an hour and a half buzzing the beach at 500 feet and going as slow as I could fly while I did. In this baby, that’s around 40-45 MPH. I picked 500 feet because it’s as low as I thought I could get away with. Lower, and I have no doubt there would have been a deputy waiting on me to land. The plane is red, so there’s not much to following it to the runway. Just look up. And the deputies’ car can go faster than this plane. But it is way so fun! Naturally, I took my slave-girl, Sophie, with me. She makes an excellent co-pilot in a plane that’s designed for one pilot. She’s very good at looking out the window, taking pictures, and giggling. You’d be surprised what you can see from above!

We’ve just landed and secured the plane. I’m about to get in my car – it’s a rebuilt Mazda Miata convertible and the top is down. I’d hate to waste a day like today with the top up. I mean literally about to get in the car. As in my hand on the door handle. My phone rings, Sophie glances at the caller ID and answers it. A few seconds later, about when my butt is hitting the seat, Sophie looks to me, the question in her eyes telling me she wants to speak. So I let her. She tells me it’s my friend Andrea calling, and Andrea wants to talk to me. I take the call.

Andrea starts by asking if I’m busy. When I say “not really,” she asks if I’m up for a “weird one-off.” Andrea is one what my BFFs call my kinky friends. Meaning she shares me taste for BDSM, and like me, she’s a Domme. We get together about every three weeks or so and swap gossip, tips, stories, and sometimes toys to play with. Two-legged toys.

Andrea tells me a story. Like all of her stories, it’s long-winded and tells me a million irrelevant things. A couple, whom she is friends and neighbors with, but not “play-partners” with, have an 18-year-old daughter named Chloe who has been nothing but trouble for them lately. The girl is very quiet and very demure. The problems arise when she’s left unguarded. Thinking for herself, she’s liable to do about anything. Her parents, who’ve never shown any interest in our BDSM lifestyle, have asked Andrea about it. As in, did Andrea think it might be appropriate for Chloe, and did she think Chloe might be happy in this life. Andrea tells me that she’s certain Chloe would be in heaven. Apparently, on the few chances, Chloe has had, she’s asked Andrea questions that make Andrea “just certain” Chloe is dying to be owned.

A few minutes ago Chloe’s mother called Andrea. They caught Chloe smoking, something that’s completely against the house rules Chloe agreed to live by while she’s still in her parents’ house. Her parents are obviously upset. And have no idea how to deal with Chloe. Mostly because they’ve tried on the several occasions they caught her before, and yet they keep catching her. Tina, Chloe’s mother, finally came out and directly asked Andrea what to do, or better yet, might she somehow convince Andrea to “help” them out. Andrea, however, is in Charlotte (she’s a flight attendant, so she can be anywhere, anytime). She suggested that she has a friend, who is also a Domme, who might be willing to handle Chloe for them. She didn’t say that she was uncomfortable doing it herself, since she’s friends with both of Chloe’s parents. But the eagerness and relief in Tina’s voice told Andrea Tina thought it would just as uncomfortable. And that Andrea had figured out exactly what Tina wanted to try with Chloe.

I make no promises to Andrea. I’m not going to do anything with a girl who isn’t interested in it. But I do get Tina’s number and call her.

As soon as I introduce myself to Tina, she thanks me prolifically for calling her. kadıköy escort Apparently “I’m Andrea’s friend” was enough of an explanation for her to know exactly who I am. I can immediately tell that they’re at their wits’ end with Chloe. I can hear her father screaming at her in the background. And I can hear the light sobs in Tina’s voice that she’s trying hard to hide. She’s slightly (very slightly) less wordy than Andrea. She tells me all of the trouble they’ve been having with Chloe. To me, it’s just the typical teenager kind of thing. Nothing that serious. Just bratty. But still, it takes Tina around ten, marginally-rambling minutes to tell me the story.

I tell Tina that I refuse to touch anyone who doesn’t wish for me to touch him or her. I won’t force anyone to play or to accept a punishment from me. If Chloe willingly submitted to it, great. If not, they’re on their own. I am not forcing Chloe, or anyone else, into anything. I get their address and tell Tina that I just landed at the little airport in Saraland, so I should be there in about fifteen minutes.

They are to immediately stop screaming at Chloe. They are to tell her that a friend of Andrea’s is coming to deal with her “naughty little bottom.” Chloe is to sit and sit still, in a chair until I arrive. No TV. No music. No nothing beyond her bottom in a chair. A dining room type chair, not a sofa or a recliner. Beyond her instructions, they were to refuse to speak to her. But both of them are to stand in the room and never take their eyes off of her. Just watch her. Watch Chloe sit in that chair and squirm. Tina happily agrees. I head over.

When we arrive, it’s Tina who greets me at the door. I introduce myself as “Miss Rodgers,” the same as I did on the phone, never telling her my first name. Sophie is beside, and one step behind me at the door. Despite the leash, Sophie’s on, I politely introduce her as my slave-girl. I never offer a name for Sophie. “Slave” is all the name she needs. Tina invites us in and leads us to the kitchen where Chloe is waiting. It was the room she was in when I gave them my instructions, so they just picked a chair and demanded she sit in it and wait for me to get here.

Chloe is sitting. Not properly, but no one has ever taught this girl how a polite slave should sit. She fidgets around nervously and uncomfortably. She’s wearing jeans that are neither snug nor loose on her, with a plain bright yellow t-shirt. It is so not fashionable! Then again, neither is her simple, straight long hair. Or much else about the girl. She’s not a slob, just unstylish.

She fidgets a lot harder as soon as she sees me. She doesn’t know me, at least I’m sure we’ve never met before. I guess the leashed Sophie demurely follows me must be a clue?

I don’t waste any time. I walk directly up to Chloe. I stare into her eyes for about half a second. “Sit. Stay. Do not speak. I will tell you when you want to do anything else. You do not want to disappoint me, bitch. Got it? Say a very polite, ‘Yes, Ma’am’ now, bitch.” I use a very firm, but not unkind voice with her.

Chloe sobs and blurts out a hushed “Yes, Ma’am” that rings with a nervousness. Not fear, just the nervousness of being a few light-years beyond her experience and into the unknown. She fidgets more.

“And stop sitting like a complete slob! I don’t care if you are an impish little bitch, I won’t tolerate any disrespect from you! Sit up straight! Hold your head up! Cross your legs, right over left… all the way! That’s right, now fold those hands neatly in your lap. That’s a good bitch! Now stop squirming around like a little weasel and sit still. Got it, bitch?”

Chloe flinches hard with my first command, even though I neither use a harsh tone nor raise my voice. I’m just firm in my instructions to her. She very quickly obeys, pulling herself into a polite posture as I instruct her along. She manages all of it, except the part about not squirming. She still fidgets around, now a little more nervously than before. She answers again in her hushed, edgy tone. “Yes, Ma’am!”

I glare at her, waiting for Chloe to stop fidgeting so much. It has the opposite effect on her. She fidgets more. I see her eyes start casing downward a couple of times, but Chloe quickly catches herself and brings them back up.

After a few long moments, I turn my attention to Tina. “Tina, you will tell me exactly what this naughty bitch did. Tell me only what you saw, nothing that you think.”

Tina stands, leaning against the countertop. “I thought I smelled something, so I went around back. I saw Chloe hanging half out her bedroom window with a cigarette in her hand.”

“I understand that Chloe was told she was not permitted to smoke in this house, is that right, or was Chloe told that she wasn’t allowed to smoke at all?”

“I… guess we weren’t so specific about that… we just told her she couldn’t smoke while she was here…”

“If I agree to handle this for you, you must agree that, whatever I decide, no matter how much you or Chloe dislikes or disapproves of my handling kartal escort it, you will abide by my decision. No matter what. And abide by it literally and strictly, no wiggle room or interpretation. Do you want me to handle Chloe?”

“Yes.” Tina sighs out. To me, she looks frustrated with Chloe and slightly concerned that I may have something hideous in mind for Chloe. I’ve already figured out that discipline isn’t their strong suit. If it was, Chloe would behave her naughty butt and I wouldn’t be here.

I ask Chloe’s father if he accepts my terms as well. He does, a little less hesitantly than Tina did.

I turn my attention back to the fidgety girl. “You know whose friend I am, so unless you’re dumber than a goldfish, you know what I’m like. Are you dumber than a goldfish?”

“No, Ma’am.” Chloe answers in her hushed voice.

“We’ll see about that, bitch,” I grin. “This is your one, and only, chance. You have a choice. This will be the last choice you get. You may choose your consequence. Since you clearly do not wish to live by the rules of this house, you may leave it now and make your own way in this world. Pay your own bills, feed yourself, keep a roof over your own head. All the things grown-up girls do. Without any help or gifts of money from mommy and daddy. I do it, so you can too.

“Or, you may accept whatever punishment I dream up. You will hate it. It wouldn’t be much of a punishment if it was fun, would it? I will own you. I will do whatever I wish with you, and your body. I won’t care about your shyness or comfort. Your worthless butt will be truly punished, I think for the first time in your waste of a life.

“Make your choice, bitch.”

“I don’t want to get kicked out, Ma’am,” Chloe answers nervously.

“Obviously you need to learn so proper manners, too, bitch!” I scold her, still not raising my voice. “Pick one. Then very politely ask me for it. In a full sentence that tells me what you’re asking for.”

Chloe hesitates a moment. “Will you please punish me, Ma’am?”

“If I do, I will punish you for everything I think you are doing wrong. Not just the one thing mommy caught you at. You will be a proper little bitch from now on. I will do whatever I fancy with you. And that means literally anything. There is no limit, nothing I can do to you or any part of you. Still want me to punish your naughty butt?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Chloe squirms a little more, her edgy eyes locked on me as if waiting to hear how utterly hideous her punishment is going to be.

“Where are your cigarettes, bitch? All of them.”

“In my purse, Ma’am.” Chloe’s voice is still hushed and shy, but also now reluctant.

“Slave, fetch this bitch’s purse.”

Sophie glances around the kitchen to make sure it isn’t here, then hurries for Chloe’s room. Chloe sits nervous and unhappy, warily watching Sophie rush off to invade her privacy. Sophie is back in less than a minute. She drops to her knees facing me and holds Chloe’s purse out atop upturned palms that are flat with her nipples and out six inches from those nubs.

I take Chloe’s purse and ask her if it’s hers. She says yes. Then I ask her if there’s anything else a “good little girl” shouldn’t have in her purse in it. I glare at Chloe hard for a few seconds, watching her fidget more by the second. I dump Chloe’s purse out on the table, making sure I get everything out of it. And watch Chloe cringe as I do.

I find a pack of Newport 100s. Yuck! I flip the box open and see that it’s about half full. I wonder how long these were going to last Chloe. Hopefully, Chloe realizes that they’re gone now. I find a Bic lighter, too. I put both off to the side. Then I keep going, looking through everything from her purse. I don’t find anything else.

I pick up Chloe’s phone, which was in her purse. It needs a PIN number or a fingerprint to unlock it. I say nothing. In just walk the two steps to Chloe, take hold of her finger, and press it to the little sensor. I watch as the phone unlocks. And I watch as just as quickly a look of utter horror sweeps Chloe’s face. But that doesn’t surprise me. Phones are the world to teenagers, especially girls, and more especially socialites. Chloe being all three. Her entire life is going to be in this little gadget.

I look through it, seeing Chloe cringe even more by the click. It doesn’t take me but a second to see that she has Snapchat, but so do a lot of people. Including me. Since I know it can be used inappropriately, that’s where I start. I find a bunch of messages to Jacob. No mention of who he is. And I can’t read the messages, they’ve been auto-deleted. But I can open her pictures folder and see every picture Chloe has taken. It doesn’t take me long to find out why Chloe is squirming around so hard. There’s a very revealing naked selfie.

I turn to Tina and ask her who Jacob is. Before Tina can answer, Chloe blurts out, very nervously and desperately, “he’s a friend!” I spin around quickly, slapping Chloe hard across her face as I do. It’s enough of a slap that it rings out with a loud crack that startles her parents. And leaves a pink handprint on Chloe’s cheek. “Shut up, bitch. I didn’t tell you that you wanted to speak. I asked your mommy who he was.” I turn back to Tina and apologize for the interruption, then ask her again who Jacob is. She tells me she doesn’t know. She’s yet to hear the name from Chloe.

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Authors Note: Included in this story is the use of electrical stimulation. It is a debated topic as to the safety of electrical stimulation above the waist. In this story the pads are placed on either side of the nipples which has been used by countless people in a safe manner, this author included. Always consult the directions when using electrical stimulation and NEVER place the pads from front to back of the chest as the current could disrupt the heart.

*****

Derek sat in his office chair Friday morning determining how best to start the text. He had just experienced the second “adventure” as they were calling it the previous night and although little time had passed, he was ready to initiate the next adventure as early as the next evening. He remembered she had mentioned she was a little tender from the one bar prison but was curious how she may respond to the short interim break before adventure three. Her quick reaction would be a good indication that she was truly enjoying the time together experiencing his kinky plans.

He smiled with the memory of their initial meeting and how quickly they realized they both needed some erotic, transparent fun with nothing but honesty driving the direction. It was one of the most refreshing periods in his life. No preconceived notions, no false agendas or hopes for a long-term relationship. The series of adventures were a need they both had, and he felt immensely fortunate to have found her and found out her desires in a way they both could not have predicted. The timing was truly remarkable he thought as he once again found himself shaking his head that this was actually happening.

“Hello Katie! I hope this finds you well after last evenings adventure,” he wrote on the text. “I was going to call but thought you would be at work and didn’t want to bother you. Checking in to see if you were ok and also to inquire if you were ready yet for another adventure? Perhaps tomorrow? – D”

She reached for her phone as it vibrated the incoming text pattern and smiled when she read the notification that the text was from Derek. Reading the text, she thought for a moment and then started to put the phone down to wait and not seem overanxious. However mid-way through the motion she stopped and brought the phone back to both hands reminding herself there was no need to play any kind of games around the reply. Her fingers touched the glass face and began to type the text return, “Hi Derek! I’m doing really well thanks! The bath helped when I got home to not only clean up but a good soaking as well. I believe my body will be ready for adventure 3 whenever you think. That is, I assume my body might have something to do with adventure 3? 😉 – K8T”

“Your body is the focus of adventure 3 and how your body after prolonged torment will affect your mind. Hmmm, come to think of it, maybe I have that backwards. Regardless, your body is part of the adventure equation, that I can assure you,” he replied back in a text.

She held her breath slightly as she always did when reading his directness to her playful questions. “Excuse me sir, but that does not sound that much different than last night. I believe the goal was what can you do to me to drive me crazy, physically and mentally?”

“Generally speaking, you are correct Katie. However, I have a slightly different set of parameters I would like to implement. Oh, and don’t worry, you won’t have to wear high heels this time. I imagine your feet and legs were tired after last evening standing the way you did,” he replied.

“You are always thinking of my well-being…” she replied back very sarcastically.

“I aim to please Katie. Your wish was to be controlled, unless that has changed?”

“No, I believe I can see this through another round of your wicked adventures. Do you have a time and location planned yet? Or would you like me to meet at your house. I would just need the directions,” she text knowing he would not be giving her directions.

To date, he had blindfolded her and driven her to his pole barn which served incredibly well as a play space. She knew this would be no exception. She actually liked the added touch of the mysterious location and how it enhanced the adventure, although she was also equally growing curious to know more about her master planner, where did he actually live and what would that space look like?

“Actually, I do have a plan on how to meet. Do you own a long coat by chance?” he asked.

Oh, shit she thought. This is not going to go well at all. Several ideas instantly flashed in her mind at this question, none of them necessarily good.

He was beginning to develop a penchant for exhibitionism since she made the off handed comment about giving the bar a show during their last adventure. A long coat had exhibitionism written all over it she surmised.

I could lie and not tell him she thought again to herself. But deep down she was very curious as to what he wanted her to do. She had to know, but also knew whatever ümraniye escort it was going to be she would never do this without someone like him controlling her to act out whatever was floating around in that kinky head of his. She had to see it through, and she wanted to be made to push boundaries she never thought she would have the courage to do otherwise.

“Yes, I have a long coat. Derek, please be nice!” she texted back with growing anxiety to his reply.

“What color is it may I ask?”

“It is dark, a charcoal grey long rain trench coat,” she replied.

“Ok perfect. I just needed the color. I will text you more tomorrow. Let’s plan on starting this out a little earlier. Can you be ready around 6? We won’t be eating dinner so if you want to have something lite, that might be advisable. I promise at some point we will make a date and I will take you to diner, but not tomorrow evening,” he instructed.

The vague instructions did not make her feel any better about the coat request. “Ok, I will be ready by 6 and waiting on further instructions. I want to say thank you, but I think I will hold that comment until after adventure 3,” she finished.

“Probably a good call. Speak soon. Oh, same rule tonight, no touching,” he finished.

She bit her lip in response that he agreed she should not thank him yet. She knew this was just a mind game but cursed at herself that it worked. She had an instant mix of excitement and anxiety. “As you command sir,” she texted back.

“Good girl.”

Saturday morning, she woke early and tried to keep herself busy around the house to distract her thoughts from the impending adventure and most importantly the long coat inquiry. She was learning that he had two phases to the adventures, one was the start of the adventure which so far had proven to serve as a means to excite her in public which lead to the second phase of the kinky adventure once they transitioned to the pole barn. The start was much more of a mind tease while the pole barn was all physical. The physical portion did also affect her thoughts of course, but that was driven by her physical reaction to his erotic torment.

Lost in all of this thought throughout the day, she faded back and forth from daydreams to busy work. The hours again slowed in anticipation. After an achingly slow afternoon she decided to bath and get ready slightly early just in case. Shaving was always on the agenda and she made sure she was as smooth as possible as this got his attention when he first explored her, and she did not want to disappoint him. She liked the look and feel as well however the shaving process now gave her a bit of a chill knowing it was for him to enjoy.

Once out of the bath and dried she slid into a white terrycloth bathrobe and moved to the kitchen to eat a little and also poured a small glass of wine to calm her nerves. She wondered as she took the first sip if she would ever stop being nervous and determined it would likely take a few more adventures for this feeling to stop. Deep inside she knew that he would likely keep pushing her boundaries which would cause some nerves to be present for a long time.

Finishing her meal and glass of wine, she looked again at the time and it was approaching 5:30. If they were meeting at 6:00 this did not allow her much time to be ready. As she processed this thought her phone vibrated with an incoming text. She quickly retrieved her phone and opened the message.

“Here are your instructions Katie. I want you to wear some very red lipstick and the long coat, nothing else. Shoes are your choice. You are to go to the drugstore on the corner at 6pm, enter and walk to the aisle that has the intimate products. You need to find KY lubrication and take that to the front register and make the purchase. While at the front register you are to say out loud as if you are thinking this, ‘I hope this is enough for this evening’. I will give more instructions after that. – D”

She looked at the screen with her mouth slightly agape and re read the text message 3 times. She sensed something like this may be involved with the long coat, but to be completely naked was not at all what she expected. Making matters much worse was the instruction to buy lubrication and say out loud “I hope this is enough for tonight”.

“No way am I doing this. He is out of his mind if he thinks I am this crazy,” she said out loud as she walked out of the kitchen and back to her bathroom. “I will think of something to wear but I am not going through with this,” she said again.

In the bathroom she applied the red lipstick and looked at herself closely in the mirror. She typically did not apply such a bold color but thought it would be striking against the charcoal dark coat. Thinking of the coat she was curious what the fit would be like if buttoned and waist cinched. No harm in trying it on she thought as she walked to the closet and retrieved the long coat from the hanger. The coat actually avrupa yakası escort fit her well across the shoulders, not too loose but very comfortable. She buttoned up several of the front buttons making sure the lower buttons were secure and stopping short at the top by two buttons. She reached for the waist belt and threaded the end through the cinch and pulled it tight.

She returned to her bedroom which had a full-length mirror on the wall and stood in front making sure as she walked the coat did not open too much revealing her nakedness. Somewhat satisfied that walking would be ok, she pulled out a pair of black high heels and stepped in to the 4-inch shoes. Another review in the full-length mirror surprised her as the heels and coat appeared somewhat natural on her frame. The dark coat color was a nice contrast to her vivid lipstick while not too much of her bare body was actually revealed. Perhaps being naked under the coat was a possibility. However, there was no way she was going to talk while in the drugstore and wasn’t even sure she would buy the lubrication.

Looking at the clock she didn’t have time to change out of the coat and make it on time. With a deep breath she grabbed her keys and wallet and headed out the door to her car thinking at least part of his command she could perform.

Arriving at the drugstore a few minutes later, she parked the car as close to the door as she could but also was aware of who may be parked next to her. Exiting the car could be a little tricky and she did not want to have too much on display when stepping out of the car. She knew that her appearance would be a little suspicious however she also knew that nothing was showing that shouldn’t be and technically she was doing nothing wrong. Actually no one would likely put two and two together that she was completely naked under the garment she told herself. This thought did little to ease the tension that was building in her as she reached for the door handle to start the trek inside.

Taking a deep breath, she passed through the automatic entry door and felt her phone vibrate that she had placed in her coat pocket earlier. She removed the phone and saw a notification of a text from Derek. She walked another few paces inside the store and found a quiet aisle and opened the message.

“You look very lovely Katie and I am impressed you are living up to the command. I would not want to add another entry to the naughty list. However, before you go any further your coat is a bit constricting. Please unbutton the lower 3 buttons before continuing on. -D”

She instinctively looked around to find him as he clearly was spying on her which was really no surprise now that she had a moment to think about it. A quick look around her vicinity did not reveal him and thought he was likely outside in his car. She didn’t remember seeing his car in the parking lot but also did not make much effort to look for it. She bit her lip thinking about the list he mentioned, the naughty list as he called it, and was pretty sure that he was not joking and fully intended to make true his promise of keeping track of her mistakes. The tasks during the adventures so far have been fairly intense. She shuddered a little to imagine what would be included if he were actually going to create a set of tasks for punishment as he had implied a few times.

She looked around one more time and the heat of her blushing as well as the heat developing between her legs began to be very noticeable indicating that she was getting turned on by the predicament. “Jeeez what is wrong with me,” she said out loud in a very low voice as she leaned over slightly and started to unbutton the lower button, then the next, and realizing how high up the third button was trembled as her fingers slowly undid the last instructed button. The coat could be opened nearly to the top of her thigh depending on how she walked or moved. She tested the gapping coat and changed her gait to take slightly smaller steps as she began to walk to the next few aisles looking for the lubrication. How did she come this far she did not know shaking her head as she spotted the section of sexual aids. Not that long ago she would not leave the house like this and swore to herself she would not buy the lubricant. Now only one more barrier to breakdown and she will have lost all self-control to his commands. Damn him she thought.

She picked up a small bottle of the lubrication and turned to walk up the aisle to the cashier. As she turned past the endcap and approached the cashier, she saw Derek at the cashier receiving change from buying a newspaper and mints. “You have a very pleasant evening,” he said to the older woman wearing a blue vest and name tag manning the cash register.

“Thank you dear, you have a very nice evening as well,” the elderly cashier replied back in a slow and very pleasant tone that any person would love to hear from a grandmotherly type soul. She smiled at Derek as he moved ataköy escort on and looked to help the next customer which was a lovely woman in a dark overcoat.

“Hello dear,” began the sweet elderly cashier as Katie handed her the small bottle of lubrication, “will this be all for you today?”

Katie looked at the cashier and then at Derek, her cheeks reddening with the impending words about to leave her astonished mouth, “Yes, that will be all,” she paused looking at her wallet and sorting through a few dollar bills, “I hope that will be enough for tonight,” she said finally getting the right combination of money out of her wallet and looking up at the woman.

“That will be four dollars and seventy-three cents please,” said the cashier seemingly unphased or not understanding the nature of the product and her comment.

Handing her a 5-dollar bill Katie looked over at Derek who was standing near the front door pretending to be fumbling with the wrapper of the recently purchased mints smiling a very broad smile while he watched the events unfold. She stared at him with a furrowed brow intently communicating how unpleasant this event was making her but was interrupted by the elderly woman once again, “Here is your change, and enjoy a fun evening as it sounds you have planned,” said the woman giving Katie a wink as she handed her the change and receipt.

“Thank you,” Katie said with a hushed voice and fake smile as she turned to head towards Derek already making a fist ready to punch him hard when she got in range.

Derek walked out of the door in front of her and then waited for her to join him while on the sidewalk slowly walking towards her car. True to her thoughts she punched him in the arm when she arrived next to him, “I can’t believe you made me do that!” she exclaimed.

“You had complete free will of not doing that Katie. Although there would be repercussions if you did not comply with the instructions. I am proud of you and may I add, damn you look very fine.”

She paused for a minute letting the adrenalin slow and looked at him with her brown eyes and smiled a little, “Oh my god was that a rush. I cannot believe I just did that.”

“I thought it might be. Now, may I have your car keys please?”

She looked at him inquisitively and reached into her coat pocket and handed him the keys. Taking the keys, he walked to the driver’s door and unlocked her car, looked back at her on the sidewalk and said, “I need to move your car to a safer location, I will be right back.”

He quickly shut the door, turned on the car and backed up leaving Katie standing on the sidewalk with nothing but an overcoat on and her mouth again open slightly at the unbelievable events unfolding in front of her. Watching him exit the parking lot she put her hands in her pockets trying to hold the coat closed. She began to get angry at the thought of being left on the sidewalk looking more like she was ready to charge by the hour than waiting on her kinky friend to come pick her up.

She continued to watch as Derek parked the car in the restaurant lot across from the drugstore under an overhead light and exited the car. Locking the car and checking to make sure it was safe, he walked briskly back to her admiring her appearance the entire way.

With a grin he said, “You should have seen the look on your face when I closed the door.”

She hit him again on the arm as he offered it to her, and they walked to the passenger door of his sedan that was across the parking lot. Stopping at the door before opening it, he looked deeply in her eyes, “You truly look spectacular Katie. And this was very erotic to watch. Now, only one thing left to do which is to make sure you are not wearing anything under this coat as instructed.”

He bent over and gave her a slow and passionate kiss, holding her close to him with his left arm while his right hand slowly parted the lower portion of her coat and felt her thigh. As he continued the kiss, he slowly moved his hand higher to her now wet and bare pussy and broke the kiss with a smile. As his lips moved from hers, she let out a gasp at his first touch of the evening to her swollen sex.

“I will never get use to discovering that your body simply does not lie Katie,” he said with a bit of pride feeling her wetness and understanding that she was very turned on at the series of events.

He opened the car door and allowed her to carefully maneuver to the passenger seat. The door shut with a solid latch and she looked down noticing her coat was mostly opened and not hiding her legs at all. She did not bother to cover as he entered the car and noticed the same lack of concealment. He smiled matching her smile and started the car.

“That wasn’t so bad now was it,” he asked.

“Oh my god Derek. I was a nervous wreck,” she paused thinking about the experience from start to finish. “Now it doesn’t seem so bad but while I was actually doing it, I was about to explode with fear. You are going to kill me,” she said while having a hard time hiding a smile.

“There are worse ways to go Katie,” he said reaching for the blindfold once again out of the side door pocket. “Now if you don’t mind, let’s get you to the play barn,” he said while handing her the blindfold and waited for her to apply it across her eyes.

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His lust was building inside his very soul as it battled his control over the situation. The need to just rip off any article of clothing she may have and bury his erection as deep into her as he could there by completely forgetting her punishment wrestled with her need in order to learn her lesson. His leg bounced as a physical manifestation of his own struggle as he considered her form fully in front of him.

Freshly showered his sub was gorgeous standing with that proud look on her face. Her chin was up showing she had dignity in her position, but her eyes were cast down in order to show her submissiveness opening all the way to her soul. Her hair, a dyed crimson waterfall ran down her back freely. Her hazel eyes sat beautifully within her round face.

He always wondered how those beautiful breasts stayed inside the white chemise she had worn more than a few times. Her nipples peaked out as hard nubs and beckoned for his fingers and his mouth. Matching white stocking made her a sight for sore eyes with the silk g-string taunting his every thought.

He looked to her with with sincere hatred for what he knew he must do. Standing up he grabbed her leather collar. Thumbing the o-ring he walked slowly to her and the three steps vanished as he looked her right in the eyes.

Her breathe ceased for a moment as his finger and thumb came out and clamped onto one of her hardened nubs. He pulled on her nipple and kept his face as blank as possible. The fabric was soft against his fingers but it became more course with pressure. The smell of his cologne mixed with the smell of her womanhood that was already becoming quite wet.

His voice came to her ears as he continued to thumb the ring on the collar, “You, my dear Carrie, have been a very bad girl.”

Their eyes never broke as he released her nipple with his free hand. She exhaled laboriously and told him that she knew exactly what she had done wrong. He remembered her ignoring his order and jumping on his excited member and riding it hard and fast until they both climaxed.

He could see her mind working, trying to remember how many sessions of punishment he had said he would be toiling out for her.

The Dom began his walk around her and allowed his free hand to slide across her gorgeous ass. “You see, I told you three times to ride my face. I wanted to taste you and lap your juices up so hungrily, but you denied me. You willing disobeyed me. Three times you said no and so three times you will be punished. Of course the next day you start your period, further denying me access with my tongue for week.”

“By the end of it all you will know your place. You will know that my needs are important.,” Her face did maltepe escort not change as he continued to speak, “And in my heart, I do so wish I did not have to do what I want to do.” Damon saw the tear running down Carrie’s eye and he grabbed her from behind and pressed his erect member into her ass and grabbed both of her massive tits at the same time. His voice came out in a dark and obedient tone, “This time around, you will not speak, you will learn to listen. Not a word unless you are told to answer. Do you understand?”

He could feel her quivering and shacking as he spoke to her. Carrie’s voice reached his ear, “Ye…”

She was cut off as he grabbed both of her nipples harshly, “I did not say answer.”

Damon released his beautiful sub and moved in front of her and placed his finger right between her pussy lips. Her juices were already flowing and he slipped right onto her clit rubbing it roughly.

Carrie moaned and bent over trying to pull herself upright, but the sensations coming from her Master’s hand must have been too much for her not to fully right himself. He could see her face contort into erotic horror as he leaned close and wrapped his wrist around her neck and drew her close so her ear so his words could be gruff and serious, “You little bitch. You are only making matters worse for yourself.”

His finger darted inside of her womanhood and she moaned in surprise. Releasing her neck he could see her strength from their relationship as she righted herself. He had been her guide in this style and because of Damon, Carrie had found power she never knew she had. Biting her own lip she was able to stifle herself and only whimper from his onslaught.

A second finger dove inside of her and Carrie could only give guttural moans in response. She yipped as Damon’s hand came around and slapped her ass leaving a stinging sensation in his hand. Her yell of a slightly painful smack made him completely stop.

“You seem to have a problem keeping your mouth closed.” Damon pulled his fingers from her and then palmed her string before pressing as much of the fabric as humanly possible and shaved as much of the fabric as he could into her womanly folds.

Stepping back Damon adjusted his sports coat and allowed her to look at him fully wearing his white tank top underneath and black slacks. He always dressed well for his scenes with her and Carrie very much enjoyed the look he had when he was in charge.

She had told him, how when he dressed like this she was almost putty because he looked how she knew he always was. He was sharp dressed and confident. A part of her wanted to just rip all the clothes off of him when she pendik escort saw him like that. She also confided in him that a part of her only wanted to serve him with that look.

Damon looked her up and down before nodding. He was taking her all in. She already looked a but disheveled and her breathing had become more labored. Carrie’s face was red, but she was proud of her position in his life. She would not make her Master upset with her because of her posture.

Damon smiled, “Go get a drink, and do not change how your panties are. You will need to be hydrated.”

She left him so he lit up a cigarette and allowed it to burn a bit. He inhaled slowly letting his mind play out all that he had planned out for this night. The smoke calmed him as he continue to struggle with knowing full well that tonight would be rough for the both of them.

Carrie returned and stood before him looking as though she had composed herself very well.

Damon looked her over once more with hunger growing in his eyes. His hand went back between her thighs and he found her clit once more rubbing it hard and fast. “When I remove your hand you will take your g-string off and hand it to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir!” She almost screamed out into the room.

He released her and looked over his slut. Raising his hand up to receive the light garment another puff was taken off the other hand. A smile had curved around the Master’s lips and he watched her steady herself once more and pull the black garment off.

His hand then received the garment and his smile fell away, “Open your mouth.”

She did so right before he balled it up and placed it into her mouth. “If you need to call out a safe word, please be my guest and spit it out. You will spit it out. I am sorry will stop that part of the punishment, yellow as always will be something is wrong and needs to be checked, and red is all stop for everything.”

Her eyes widened as he disappeared behind her. She son felt the soft rope guide over her shoulders. She knew his plan now.

Damon moved in front of her and aligned the ropes as best he could. Slowly moving the long length his twisted it in three different places before guiding it between her lower lips. He was making a simple rope harness guiding the rope like a thick thong between her cheeks and up her back. Looping back through the back of the neck he followed it around to her front inter crossing through the first loop he had made before crossing them across her back and repeating it through the other two. Pulling the rope length across her body further pulling the rope against her skin.

He knew enough to check the restraint kurtköy escort to make sure it was not cutting off any points in her body from blood flow but exerted enough pressure as she could felt entrapped by the para-cord.

Damon looked her over before grabbing the hand cuffs and took her arms. Carrie offered no resistance as her arms were taken behind her and she heard another chain attached. Soon her hands were brought up forcing her to bend over and the attached chain was brought up to a hook.

Never one to be so finished Damon brought out Ben-Wah balls and placed them up to her ear. Shaking them the sound of the weighted kegal balls caused her noticeably inhale. Placing a hand on the small of her back he lowered her even more causing her legs to spread. Positioning the balls between the rope slips that were now completely moistened with her pussy juices. He pushed the first in and then the second. She groaned as the balls shook inside of her.

“Now I know you know what is next. Your safe word is I am sorry. Do not speak it until you really mean it. Take your punishment like a good girl.” Damon spoke out and watched her nod her head in acceptance.

“Five.” He spoke out telling her the intensity of the impact before striking. His hand came down true leaving stings in his own hand. Her scream through her panty stuffed mouth told him how sensitive she was.

He continued on for a while each time raising and lowering the impact. Each time the balls inside of her rumbled around causing pleasure to explode inside of her. After fifteen good spanks. He stopped and rubbed her pinked ass and saw the little red dots begin to appear. She was taking it well. And he knew he had to push her further.

“Ten.” His voice was dark and threatening. His hand came down and the sound was like a thunder clap in the silent room. Her scream was followed by whimpering, but she refused to spit the panties out knowing her punishment was to be served.

“Ten.” Damon called again and brought his hand down into another crack on her other cheek. Her scream was even more so this time. Damon did not stop though immediately calling “Ten” once more and striking the first cheek.

She screamed and then heard Ten once more right after the first and he cracked her second cheek.

“I’m sorry!” She screamed out through a tear streaked face. The Panties had barely hit the ground when her apology came.

Damon immediately brought her arms down and slowly moved her to the couch. He held her and kissed her cheek softly, “Are you okay?”

His words were soft and sincere and she nodded, “Yes Sir.”

“Are you sure my Carebear?” Damon used her pet name and caressed her cheek before kissing her cheek softly.

“Yes, I am fine.” She nodded and smiled hugging him softly.

He returned the hug kissing her forehead, “Do not thank me yet, we have only just begun.”

“Good.” She smiled curling up on his lap and he rubbed her heated rear as he kissed her softly.

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