Mistress Patty

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She’s 50, blond and skinny with nice pert breasts. She’s a powerful woman and has commanding blue eyes. Certain times of the month, she owns me. She uses and humiliates me and I like it. And she likes it too. It’s our own private world.

We were in bed once and I told her my story. My first wife wanted to know if men’s balls hung like dogs. She commanded me to get on all fours and she laughed, reaching out to squeeze them. “Are you my slave?” I agreed readily. Later that day I was wearing a white corset and matching hose while cleaning the kitchen. I told her I was embarrassed and she shouted: “You like it!” True enough. My second wife would dress my in drag and spank me, again, a long time ago.

A week later I’m on my knees licking her till she came. I was wearing a brown wig, pink bikini panties and pink fishnets. She said I was Slut Linda and I was her slave. she gave me twenty smack with a hair brush and had me kneel in the corner of the motel room. I was embarrassed and my ass was burning. She knew too, my cock was bulging through my panties. Suddenly the door slammed and she was gone. I knelt for about ten minutes and I stood up. I was terrified she’d come back. The motel phone rang and I answered tentatively.

“Slut Linda! on your knees, when I Tipobet call you kneel! Understand?”

“Yes Mistress.” and I fumbled to floor. I swayed slightly as she spoke. She directed my to an envelope on the nightstand, I was to read it and text her the comments exactly. Then she hung up. I opened the envelope and grabbed my phone.

“Mistress Patty, today I am your slave. You own my mouth, cock, balls and asshole. I am not to cum without permission. Your satisfaction is my only desire. Please accept my humble subservience. Your sissy, panty wearing slave, Slut Linda.” I texted and waited on the bed. It wasn’t long before the motel phone rang. I grabbed it and jumped on the floor between the beds.

“Are you kneeling Slut Linda?” I agreed eagerly. “Good Slave. Now go into the bathroom and open the brown bag, your instructions are inside.” Click. Twenty minutes later the door opened and Mistress Patty walked inside. She was in a skirt with black hose and heels, somewhere she changed and had a riding crop in her hand.

I followed the instructions to the letter. I was sitting in the motel swivel chair on a butt plug. The bag thoughtfully provided lubricant as well as a collar that read “slave”, a ball gag which I wore plus red thigh Tipobet Giriş highs. I sat in the chair mute looking at her, my hard on-felt obscene as she tapped my nipples with the crop.

“Are you my slave?” I nodded. “Will you follow my every command tonight?” I nodded again. She removed the ball gag and told me to stand up, I felt the butt plug begin to slide and I instinctively reached for it-she told me to let it fall out. On all fours I mounted the floor, in a wig stockings and collar. She asked if I liked being humiliated and I agreed. I crawled between the beds and she shoved a long candle in my ass. Then she lit it. An ashtray in the middle of my back I sat on the floor, a candle burning out of my butt.

I didn’t dare look up as she flicked ashes into the tray. “Do you want to fuck me?”

“Whatever my mistress desires.” She said that was a good answer as she stubbed the cigarette out. My asshole drooped when she pulled the candle out quickly. The glass ashtray was placed on the night stand and she sat on the edge of the bed. I didn’t realize she was nude and I began to lick and suck her pussy. “Good job Slut Linda,” she pushed me away when she came.

She lay back on the bed. “I always wanted a slave boy. Now that Tipobet Güncel Giriş I have one I don’t know what to do.” She lit another cigarette before continuing. “I talked to my older sister, she knows everything, and she gave me some suggestions.”

I broke out of my role. “You told her about me?” She could hear the quiver in my voice and she snorted.

“Yes I did! She’s been dominating her husband for years, my God, the things she does to him-you’re getting off lightly.”

“Yes Mistress.” I was still on all fours, my eyes down. Mistress Patty said her sister sent a text list of questions.

“She said I should get a full list of your S & M activities and desires.” She let the question hang in the air. I was already embarrassed and incredibly turned on. I asked if we could get out of the scene for a minute. I cuddled next to her and she put her arm around me.

“I had a girlfriend in high school who would tie me up. I gave her a bunch of Penthouse Variation magazines and she got all excited. She loved spanking me, once I wore her stockings. My first wife would dress me up and whip me and so would my second wife. That’s was years ago, I haven’t done anything like that since. Yeah it turns me on. How ’bout you?”

She said she never thought about it, but yeah, it does turn her on. The idea of having a male slave at her beck and call. We agreed upon a safe word and I took off my clothes and we both got dressed. We agreed that her dominating me could be fun. She texted me her sisters questions and I agreed to look them over.

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Mistress Kathy’s Slave Catalog Ch. 03

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Adam awoke in a strange but comfortable bed. The sheets were of fine linen and the bedposts were large and ornate. He might have thought he was in a luxury hotel except the décor was distinctly feminine, more like a woman’s bedroom than a hotel room.

A redhead in a French maid’s outfit was also in the room. His first glimpse of her was of her bottom (barely concealed by white panties under her skirt) as she bent over to dust a low-lying countertop with a feather duster. He was puzzled as to why she had to bend at such an extreme angle—until he realized that her elbows had been cuffed together behind her back, severely hampering her reach.

He sat up, which startled the maid. She looked at him with surprise—an expression amplified by a large ball gag which kept her mouth in the shape of an O.

“Where am I?” he asked. He didn’t expect an answer from the gagged woman, but there was no one else to ask.

Her response was to leave the room immediately and to close the door behind her. The maid’s restraints had apparently been engineered to inconvenience her while preserving her utility as a maid.

She made a muffled call to someone he couldn’t see.

Another voice answered. “He’ll have to stay locked in until we can spare someone to fetch him.”

So he was alone—and not going anywhere.

He remembered Eve and ached at the thought of what might be happening to her. Somehow he would find her and bring her home, he promised himself. She wouldn’t be another Monica.

But he needed a plan.

Fighting off wooziness, he decided to explore the room. He slid his bare feet onto the plush carpet. He was surprised by how sore his joints were and realized that, while he was unconscious, he must have been confined in a very small space.

He remembered the box. He also noticed new scratches and bruises on his body, especially around his wrists and ankles—evidence of some rough handling while he was unconscious.

He rubbed his stiff neck and discovered a steel collar around it. Below his neck, he was naked and clean-shaven.

He stood up and was immediately out of breath—an aftereffect of the drug, he guessed.

He saw a pair of French doors covered with gauze curtains which allowed daylight into the room. This suggested a means of escape, but first he had to take care of something else.

He saw there was an adjoining bathroom and used it. Presumably his keepers knew that he would have need of one.

Next he investigated the French doors. To his surprise, they were not locked, but when he opened them, they allowed bright light and a harsh wind into the room.

Despite the cold and his nakedness, he ventured outside to try to figure out where he was.

He found himself on a balcony surrounded by steep, rugged mountains. The altitude contributed to his shortness of breath, he realized.

Despite his fear of heights, he forced himself toward the balcony’s railing so he could peek over it. He glimpsed the deepest vertical drop he had ever seen. The balcony hung over the edge of a sheer precipice with a river at least a thousand feet below.

The vertigo was immediate. He staggered back from the rail.

He was in a castle. The balcony was a new addition to a very old structure. Toward his left, a stone tower rose a hundred feet above him.

He stepped back inside and closed the door. Someone new was staring at him.

“You were thinking of escaping, weren’t you?” said the perky buxom blonde in the vinyl catsuit. “You wouldn’t get far.”

“Where am I?” he asked the stranger.

“This is the Countess’s bedroom. It’s where most of your duties are to be performed.”

“Are you the Countess?”

“Yes,” she replied. “Now kneel before me.”

“If you’re the Countess, why do you wear a collar?”

“Darn, you got me. I was hoping you’d be dumb enough to believe me.”

Adam picked up a pillow and held it in front of him for modesty.

“You like being teased, don’t you?” she asked. “Or is that just a morning missile?”

“When I asked where I am, I meant what country am I in?”

“That is a forbidden question.”

“If you answer it, I won’t tell anybody.”

“No, but I would. There’s no penalty for answering a forbidden question—just for asking it. The rules we have to follow are very complicated.”

Adam noticed that she was holding a couple of leather restraints in her arms, but he wasn’t about to ask what they were for.

“In answer to your question,” she continued, “I have no idea where we are. No slave in the castle is allowed to know that—or to ask that, or to ask why they can’t ask that.”

“That’s inconvenient.”

“I know this much. We’re not within walking distance of anyplace friendly or civilized. I know that even if you got out of the castle and somehow made your way down that cliff and through the mountains—without any food, gear or clothes—and somehow found someone in the local village to tell your story to, you still wouldn’t be safe.”

“Why Tipobet not?”

“Do you believe in werewolves?”

“No.”

“The locals do. They have regular patrols hunting for them. A strange naked man wandering in the forest would be shot dead on sight.”

“That’s good to know.”

“I’m Zana, by the way.”

“I’m Adam.”

“The Mediary sent me to bring you to her.”

“Who?”

“The Mediary acts for the Countess in her absence. All of us slaves report to her. You’ll need these.” She dropped the restraint devices onto the bed in a dramatic fashion.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“You used the Countess’s bathroom without permission. You wandered outside without an escort. And you just asked a forbidden question. All are punishable with forced bondage.”

“I don’t know all your rules. I just got here.”

“Yeah, it sucks to be you. As I mentioned, the castle rules are thrillingly complicated—designed to put people like you at a disadvantage right away. In fact, it might be a good idea to just stop talking until you know what’s what.” She gestured toward the restraints lying on the bed. “My orders are very specific. The Mediary will be very angry if I bring you to her without these restraints.”

Adam weighed his options. He could easily overpower Zana, or force his way past her, but he had no idea what lay beyond the door.

“Are you still thinking of escaping?” Zana asked. “You’re alone and naked in an unknown land. Maybe you’re thinking you can use me as a hostage? I assure you, my life means nothing to them. No one wearing a collar is valued here.”

“So if I refuse . . .”

“Someone will make you. Or, depending on her mood, just kill you.”

Reluctantly Adam put down the pillow and picked up a strap from the bed.

“That goes around the knees,” said Zana with too much helpfulness.

Adam secured the device around his knees, which made any thought of escape far less plausible. Zana gave him the other item she had been holding.

“What is this?” he asked about the leather sleeve in his hands.

“It’s an armbinder. You’ve never worn one?”

“No,” he said. “I’ll need help putting it on.”

“Of course,” Zana said. She was very accommodating. The garment bound both his arms behind his back and made his arms and hands unusable. Zana patiently and methodically tightened each buckle that held it together. Wearing it made him feel confined in an entirely new way.

Adam thought she had finished, but then she produced an assortment of small padlocks.

“Is that really necessary?” he asked.

“Probably not, but how would you stop me now?”

She applied the locks. With the last one in place, she stepped around him to admire how well the restraints fit. As a flourish, she cradled his cock in her hands because she could.

“We don’t usually get male slaves in our castle,” she told him, although it seemed she was talking to his cock. “I hope you last longer than the others.”

She beckoned him to follow her out of the room.

They walked through a long corridor and down a set of ornate stairs (which he had to tread slowly due to the restraint on his knees). In a palatial foyer, the Mediary found them.

She was an attractive middle-aged woman in glasses and business attire, and she entered with a quartet of French maids trailing after her. Adam recognized the maids from the hotel “showroom” of the night before. Apparently they were all rented slaves like himself, but they hadn’t been drugged as he had been, so they had been put right to work after their arrival.

The Mediary had been giving the maids instructions concerning the preparations for some kind of event. Now she turned her attention to Zana and Adam.

“Zana,” she asked with disdain, “explain yourself.”

“It was his idea,” blurted Zana.

Adam was dumbfounded as the Mediary stared at both of them accusingly.

“I asked you to do two things,” the Mediary continued. “To bring to me the new slave—and to bring the restraints.”

“Here they are,” said Zana.

“Why,” asked the Mediary, “is the new slave wearing the restraints which I had intended for you?”

“I didn’t tell him to put them on,” said Zana. “I just said you’d be angry if he came without them.”

Zana’s a manipulative fucking bitch, Adam realized.

The Mediary’s eyes narrowed. “Is she telling the truth?” she asked Adam.

“She tricked me,” said Adam.

“How exactly?”

“She said I broke your rules.”

“Indoctrinated slaves are responsible for knowing all the rules of the castle,” said the Mediary, “but you have not yet been indoctrinated. I suppose Zana chose not to tell you that.”

The Mediary now turned toward Zana. “Where is his uniform?”

“He didn’t put it on,” she answered. “I laid it out for him on the dressing table, but he didn’t even look at it. And how could I make him wear it after he fastened his knees together?”

“I see,” said Tipobet Giriş the Mediary, turning to Adam. “Zana has been negligent in her duties, so I was going to begin your training by having you discipline her with these restraints. And there is something else she neglected to tell you. She bound you with locks for which she knows I don’t have keys. Only the Countess carries those keys, so I am unable to undo what she’s done.”

The rented maids giggled at his expense. Zana had not only bound him, but made him a fool.

“What are you saying?” he asked the Mediary. “I’m just fucked?”

“As you say,” said the Mediary, “you are fucked. I can’t even give you proper clothes until the Countess arrives this evening to free you.”

The Mediary turned an approving eye on Zana. “Well played,” said the Mediary. “The Countess will undoubtedly reward you for your cleverness.”

“Thank you, Mediary,” replied Zana.

“What just happened?” Adam wanted to know.

“You’re new here,” the Mediary reminded him. “You could learn much from Zana. She knows that I don’t have enough help in the kitchens, so now that you’re useless, her punishment will have to be deferred to a later time. In fact, I’ll have to put her in charge of your training since I can no longer see to it myself as I had planned.”

This is worse than the Academy, thought Adam. Even slaves here can’t be trusted.

The Mediary turned to Zana. “You’ll have to train him directly from the slave manual and hope he’s a good listener. Do your best to get him ready for tonight.”

“What’s tonight?” asked Adam.

“The initiation ceremony, of course,” said the Mediary, “for you and the other slaves leased from the Academy. Did Zana tell you nothing? You are to be welcomed by the Royal Dominance Assembly. They’ll test you and assign your rank. Until then, try not to do anything more foolish than you’ve already done.”

The Mediary turned and left—with the rented maids stealing wicked glances at him as they departed, leaving Adam under Zana’s care.

“This way, newbie,” said Zana, encouraging him forward with a not-so-gentle push. “I’ll give you a quick tour.”

“Why should I do anything you ask?”

“Because you’re tied up and naked and you have no choice.” She slipped her hand down to his ass. “I warned you castle rules were complicated, and you still have a lot to learn.”

Zana led Adam down another long corridor.

“She said I’m going to be assigned a rank?” Adam asked as he shuffled.

“It’s procedure,” she said. “Your worthiness will be judged and you’ll be told what your status in the hierarchy will be. Slaves who are judged poorly have to start at the very bottom as a pet, a toy, or a deviant. I, on the other hand, have been recently promoted.” She seemed proud of her achievement. “I’m a vassal now. Of course, everyone here hopes to last long enough to become the Mediary.”

“Hold on, the Mediary is a slave, too?”

“Yes, she’s a prisoner as much as the rest of us. But she’s the slave with the most power.”

The inmates run the asylum—when the Countess is away.

Zana was surprised by Adam’s next question. “How do I get promoted?”

“You think you’ll last that long, do you?” Zana giggled. “Slaves are promoted based on qualities the Countess values.”

“And they are . . .?”

“Obedience, loyalty, et cetera, et cetera,” she sighed. “But mostly cruelty. It’s the only quality that’s ever rewarded here. She calls it ‘cleverness,’ but it’s just another word for fucking with each other at every opportunity.”

“Like you did to me.”

“Yes, and I’ll do it again. You’re a short-timer, so you’re an easy mark for those who want to score points with the Countess.”

Zana led him into a room that had chains and pulleys set into the ceiling. In the center there was a small table next to a mattress, but Adam’s attention was drawn toward the naked woman chained to the wall.

“Hey, Chrissy,” said Zana as they entered the room. “No hard feelings I hope.”

The chained woman said nothing, but continued to stare at the floor.

“Chrissy here is a bootlicker, so she doesn’t get to wear clothes or walk around unattended. Right, Chrissy?”

“Fuck you, you bitch,” said Chrissy.

Zana ignored the comment and continued about her business. She connected the ring at the end of Adam’s armbinder to a low-hanging chain. “This is one of our discipline rooms,” she said.

“What have I done now? What am I being punished for?”

“It’s not punishment. It’s training.” She grasped a metal wheel on the wall and turned it. “I’m showing you what a discipline room does.” The wheel turned, and the chain retracted toward the ceiling until Adam’s arms were lifted at an uncomfortably high angle behind him.

Then she pushed the table in front of him. Sitting on the table was a three-ringed binder which Zana had opened to the first page. The heading said CASTLE SLAVE MANUAL—A GUIDE FOR THE INDOCTRINATED Tipobet Güncel Giriş SLAVE.

“You’re going to read out loud to me,” she explained. “You’re going to try to read the entire thing before tonight’s event. You won’t succeed because it’s 400 pages, but you’ll do the best you can, and you’ll do it in your clearest speaking voice. If you start to mumble, I’ll make you start again.”

Zana flipped the pages in front of him dramatically. The first fifty or so pages looked like photocopies of a document prepared long, long ago. After that was a hodgepodge of amendments and appendices, some of which were neatly typed, some of which were handwritten on spiral notebook paper, and some of which were scrawled in crayon so illegibly that Adam could only assume the crayon had been held in the writer’s mouth. The document was badly stained from frequent exposure to various fluids.

“It’s all in here,” explained Zana. “The castle slave manual is a work in progress. Has been for generations.”

“This manual’s a mess,” said Adam. “Do you know all this?”

“Nobody knows all of it,” she said. “The trick is to know more than those around you. If you don’t—well, it sucks to be you.”

She opened the manual on the table before him. “As you read, I may do things to distract you.” To demonstrate, she slapped him painfully on the ass. “No matter what I do, you will not stop reading or lose your place. If you do, I may make you read some portions twice. Or I may tighten your chain. These tactics will motivate you to be a better student. Do you understand?”

Adam reluctantly nodded his assent.

As Zana continued his spanking, he read aloud the opening section which concerned initiations:

The Initiation Ceremony

Following the slave’s indoctrination (a period which may last several weeks or only a single day, depending on the discretion of the slave’s mistress), the new slave will be initiated in a special ceremony overseen by the Royal Dominance Assembly (RDA).

The RDA is an elite group of individuals from the royal families of friendly nations and their honored guests who own and enjoy slaves. For the duration of the slave’s servitude within the castle, he/she exists for the amusement of the RDA.

The purpose of the initiation ceremony is threefold: 1) to welcome the new slave, 2) to judge the new slave, and 3) to assign rank to the new slave.

The welcome is an informal gathering during which the slave may feel at ease around his/her betters (for the first and only time) before the formalities of the judging begin. During the welcoming, the slave will greet each RDA guest, serve her refreshments, and do whatever it takes to make her feel at home. The guests will want to converse with the new slave, to get a sense of the slave’s personality, and to learn the slave’s innermost feelings about his/her impending service.

It is possible that during the welcoming, a guest may offer the slave a small gift—not because the slave deserves it, but because it amuses the guest to give it. Any such gift must be accepted graciously and sincerely. When offered such a gift, the traditional reply is, “I am beneath you and unworthy of such generosity. I shall accept only if it pleases you.” After accepting such a gift, the slave should immediately say, “I will cherish this gift more than I can say, and I am dumbfounded by your inexplicable kindness.” To say anything else would be unseemly, and would invite criticism from the RDA.

The second part of the ceremony is the judging. The slave will be questioned on the rules and customs of castle servitude (including the contents of this manual).

Zana stopped spanking him, and moved on to a different form of distraction. She unzipped her catsuit and slowly fondled her bare breasts mere inches from Adam’s face. Occasionally a hand would slip inside her vinyl suit to touch other parts of her body.

Naked Chrissy watched attentively and seemed to yearn for this kind of attention. Slowly she rubbed her own thighs against each other, the only pleasure she could give herself.

Adam could only imagine what Chrissy’s life must have been like, or why she would yearn for the kind of attention Adam was getting.

I mustn’t end up like her, he thought and felt ashamed for thinking so selfishly.

He kept reading:

The ceremony concludes with the assignment of rank. From this point onward, the slave may be held accountable for any infraction of castle rules, no matter how trivial, at the discretion of his/her superiors.

The hierarchy of slave rank, from highest to lowest, is:

The Mediary

Functionaries

Vassals

Minions

Sycophants

Bootlickers

Pets, playthings, deviants1

At this point, Adam stopped. “After the word deviants, there’s a number. What does it mean?”

“It’s an end note, stupid,” said Zana. Her catsuit now lay on the floor. She massaged herself, passing a whip slowly between her legs.

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Mistress Bianca Belier of Haiti

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“I don’t know what the big deal is, yeah, I’m a Haitian dominatrix, and yeah I fuck a lot of brothers, shoot, a lot of brothers like getting fucked,” Bianca Belier said, taking a long drag on her cigarette before exhaling sharply. The young Haitian woman leaned back on her throne-like chair, deep in her basement, speaking directly to the camera. Out there in cyberspace, Bianca knew that thousands of people were watching her live broadcast. Once a shy wallflower, now a sultry and bossy dominatrix, Bianca Belier had definitely come a long way.

Bianca Belier was born in the City of Cap-Haitien, northern Haiti, and raised in the Gatineau area of Quebec, right outside the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Political upheavals on the island of Haiti forced the Belier family to leave their homeland in the late 1990s. Growing up near the Canadian capital, Bianca felt like the daughter of two very different worlds. Her conservative parents, Alain and Marceline Belier are hard-working, church-going folks. They keep to themselves and don’t make waves. Nothing wrong with that, but Bianca wanted more out of life.

The Haitian community of Canada is definitely in transition, and not everyone is okay with that. First-generation Haitians tend to be hard-working, deeply religious folks, content to go to work, buy houses, raise their families and attend their places of worship and cultural events. The younger generation of Haitians living in Canada is far more complex, grappling with identity issues rather than merely survival and adaptation, unlike their predecessors. Bianca Belier is, in that respect, truly a woman of her generation…

While attending the University of Ottawa in the mid-2000s, Bianca Belier began to experiment with her sexuality. The campus was full of cuties of both sexes and all races, and as a six-foot-tall, gorgeously dark-skinned young Black woman from the Caribbean, Bianca Belier knew that she fascinated many of them. Bianca had both male and female lovers, sometimes at the same time, and devoured all that the realm of human sexuality had to offer. The young Haitian woman was sated…until she discovered the world of BDSM.

A lot of Tipobet Black folks are turned off by the idea of BDSM, dismissing it as merely whips and chains, the stuff that only White folks could get into. Bianca Belier was reluctant to try it at first, and then she gave it a shot and thusly became addicted to it. Bianca Belier began to experiment with different styles of domination, exploring both the physical and psychological aspects of these unique experiences. That’s how Bianca Belier knew that the Fates meant for her to become a dominatrix.

“That’s right, Mistress, brothers like me do like to get fucked,” Johnson “Brutus” Tussle said, his voice startling Bianca Belier out of her little trip down memory lane. Bianca smiled at him, and the big and tall, dark-skinned Jamaican hunk looked at his dominatrix adoringly. A while ago, Johnson was fairly active in the Swinger scene of Ottawa, Ontario, where he worked as a Bull. The well-endowed Jamaican brother had a lot of fun fucking horny White women while their White husbands and boyfriends watched, and thought he was at the apex of dominance and pleasure, until he met…her.

“Damn straight, boo,” Bianca replied, and the sultry dominant woman rose from her chair, and walked up to the burly brother who knelt a few meters from her throne. Bianca smiled at Brutus, who was taking to his new role as a sub quite nicely. It had taken her a while to disabuse the handsome hunk of that macho bullshit he clung to, but Bianca had fun bringing enlightenment to Brutus. Strong Black men are my favorites, Bianca thought, pleased with herself.

“Amen, Mistress,” Brutus replied, and his eyes widened when Bianca lovingly stroked the shiny ebony strap-on dildo jutting from between her thick dark thighs. Bianca licked her lips, drinking in the look of desire awash in Brutus chestnut eyes. Once upon a time, Brutus liked to strut about like he was the man, drunk on his own masculine power, all thanks to the women who were eager to open their mouths, vaginas and even their assholes to him. Fortunately, Bianca showed Brutus the beauty of Black female domination and the power of Black male submission…

Bianca Tipobet Giriş Belier recalled the first time she met Brutus, at a house party organized by her good friend Natalia Adewale, a wealthy Nigerian-Canadian woman living in the town of Kanata, Ontario. Natalia was married to a nerdy, nebbish White guy named Floyd Mintz, and he liked watching his wife get fucked by other men, right in front of him. The couple’s other friends were into swinging as well, and their get-togethers tended to get really steamy as a result…

“Oh yes, fuck her,” Floyd Mintz cheered, masturbating his long, slender cock while watching his curvy, chocolate-skinned wife Natalia get fucked by Brutus. The tall, burly Jamaican stud had the voluptuous Nigerian MILF on all fours and was spanking her big Black ass while slamming his long, hard dick into her pussy. Natalia was screaming like a banshee, loving what Brutus was doing to her. Among the spectators on that fateful night, Bianca Belier watched Brutus fuck Natalia.

This Jamaican brother has a nice ass that I wouldn’t mind pegging, Bianca remembered thinking to herself. After fucking the hell out of Natalia, Brutus was still not sated. The burly Jamaican stud then put Floyd on his knees, and made the nerdy White dude suck his big dark dick. Floyd sucked Brutus dick with gusto, and didn’t let up until he came. Floyd drank every last drop of Brutus manly cum, and then thanked the handsome brother for making his cuckold fantasy come true. Brutus smiled smugly and shook hands with the nebbish Floyd, while Bianca looked on with great interest.

Bianca Belier went after the handsome, cocky Brutus with a vengeance, and she eventually seduced the handsome Jamaican brother, and introduced him to the world of Black female domination. While a lot of Black female dominants chased after White guys like crack addicts looking for their next fix, Bianca loved her Black men and introduced many of them to their hidden submissive side. Bianca wasn’t intimidated by Brutus bisexuality by any means. She just wanted to make him hers…

“Suck my dildo, you know you want to,” Bianca ordered, Tipobet Güncel Giriş and Brutus nodded, and then eagerly fastened his sexy lips to her phallic toy. Bianca smiled as she watched Brutus fellate her strap-on dildo. Her already wet pussy twitched with excitement. Pinching her nipples, the young Haitian woman felt her arousal grow from what Brutus was doing for her. Arousal is more of a mental factor than a purely physical one. Bianca gets off from dominating Black men. The soul sister from Haiti gets her kicks in ways most would find quite unusual…

“Yes ma’am,” Brutus replied, and after polishing Bianca’s dildo, he looked at his dominatrix expectantly and awaited her next commands. When Bianca ordered him to get on all fours and spread his ass cheeks, Brutus eagerly did as he was told. Bianca took some cream and smeared it on the dildo, then applied the rest to Brutus bum. Gripping the Jamaican brother’s hips, Bianca leaned into him, pushing the dildo into his tight ass.

“Take that dildo up your ass like a good slut,” Bianca cried out, and she began fucking Brutus with gusto, working the dildo up his ass. This wasn’t Brutus first hay ride, but he nevertheless screamed as Bianca filled his asshole with her dildo. Bianca fucked him hard, delighting in the noises he made. Nothing excited Bianca more than violating a Black man’s asshole with her phallic toys, and as a macho Jamaican brother, Brutus was a rare treat that the sultry Haitian dominatrix simply could not resist.

“Mercy, please, Mistress Bianca,” Brutus cried out, a little while later, and Bianca grinned as the strong Jamaican brother finally tapped out. Slowly, she pulled the dildo out of his asshole. Brutus lay on the basement’s carpeted floor, spent. Bianca gently wrapped her arms around her sub, and kissed him on the back of his neck. As Brutus turned to look at her, Bianca flashed him a wry grin and then kissed him.

“Thank you for the gift of your submission, my fine Black King,” Bianca said, and Brutus nodded, then kissed her back passionately. The two of them then got up and hit the showers then got dressed. Afterwards, Bianca did the follow-up interview with Brutus, which she also filmed and broadcast on the web. She wanted to encourage more Black folks out there to try BDSM by showing them that ordinary Black folks like her and Brutus were in the lifestyle. Bianca’s way of making the world a better place…

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Misheviousness Brings Punishment

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Babes

My heart thudding in my chest, i glanced over at You sitting in Your chair, the remote to the TV gripped in Your strong hands. i wondered to myself, when would You want me? Glancing down at myself, i watch in amazement as my bared nipples start to harden at my thoughts. Your eyes roam freely over me, Your property, seeing the hardening nipples, the quick indrawn breath, the stainless steel collar around my neck and the leather training collar locked securely in place. Your cock stirs as You look, watching my eyes to see what kind of mood i might be in.

Flushing from Your intense look, i cast my eyes downward and move slightly, embarrassed to be under such scrutiny. i turn back to the computer screen and straighten my shoulders slightly causing my full breast to rise upward with each slow breath that i take. i feel Your eyes on me and my face flushes in anticipation.

Softly, so softly i almost missed it, i hear “Come here slut.”

Rising quickly i take the short step between us and stand before You.

“Take off your panties,” You say.

My face turns red as i hook my fingers in my panties and slowly start tugging them down, a bit reluctantly. Finally, they reach the floor and i bend over to pick them up to fold and put on the couch, but You have other plans. Your strong hand suddenly grips my hair and pulls. i find myself unbalanced and reach out to catch myself.

“Kneel,” you demand.

i sink slowly to my knees, feeling the power of Your strength in Your arm as Your hand is still tangled in my short red hair. Kneeling before You, You take Your hand away from my hair and as i raise my eyes to Yours,

You say, “Don’t look at me girl, I haven’t given You permission to do so.”

i cast my eyes downward quickly staring at Your strong legs and feet. I knew i was doing wrong, i should be looking at the floor, but i can’t help myself, i need to see some part of my Master. i wait, in anticipation, wondering what You will demand of me, but Your hand reaches for the remote once again and You turn up the volume on the TV. i wonder if You are watching TV or me, but i dare not look up to find out. My face flushes as I wait. i catch a movement just out of the corner of my eye and i dare to raise my eyes a bit to see what it was and i see You rubbing Your hardening cock. My very being wishes You would allow me to pleasure You.

A wetness begins to form between my thighs as i think about taking Your hardening cock in my warm mouth and slowly go down the length of it, till You are buried in the back of my throat. i think of how i would raise slowly circling my tongue around it as You have taught me, hearing Your soft moans and seeing Your body wriggle in pleasure.

Suddenly You speak again, “pleasure me slut, give me pleasure.”

My heart leaps in my chest and i move forward. You are holding Your huge member in Your hand, but i teasingly ignore it, and start at Your thigh…i suck slowly and nip little bites as i move upward toward Your strong hand that is moving up and down Your long shaft now. Just as I get to the junction of Your thigh and i hear You moan with anticipation, I quickly Sahabet move to Your other thigh to start the same journey again… i hear a little moan of frustration and i quickly glance upward to see Your reaction. You see this and grab my hair painfully in Your tight fist.

Pulling me upward You say;

“Didn’t i tell You not to look at me?”

i nod slightly, because Your grip is so tight, it is all i can do..

i whisper “yes Master.”

“Get into the whipping position and don’t move,” You command.

My breathing becomes short, my heart thunders in my chest as i slowly move into the required position. You rise off of Your throne and i see out of the corner of my eye that You are standing straight and tall behind me…Your sheer dominance causes my pussy to contract already in the first throes of orgasms..

Your hand suddenly flashes upward and for the first time i see the implement of my discipline as the belt comes flashing down to crash solidly on my shoulders. i feel the intense pain go thru my body, sending shivers of electricity to my throbbing clit. i can’t help but look through the corner of my eye back at You again to see the belt raise upward again, over Your shoulder and come swiftly down again and again and again. i feel a build up, that i know will cause an orgasm, but i don’t know if i have permission. i feel You change positions and suddenly You speak.

“When are You going to learn girl?”

i don’t know whether an answer is required or whether it is a rhetorical question so i remain mute. i see Your feet by my head and i wonder what You are thinking… but i dare not look up.

“You will not cum, slut, this is discipline and You are not to receive pleasure from it, understand me?”

“Yes Master,” i reply.

i wait, knowing that once again the belt will come down and i wonder where it will land. My body is a bundle of nerves, quivering in anticipation and dread at the same time…You keep me waiting.. standing silently and majestically above me. The desire to look at You and see what You are thinking is almost to much, but i dare not, for the punishment would be harsh.

Remaining still, with my arms straight above me, wrists crossed, my rounded bottom raised slightly in the air, my pussy exposed for you to see, glistening with moisture from my arousal i wait, trembling slightly. Suddenly the belt comes crashing down on my upturned ass, not once, not twice but five harsh blows, my ass is on fire and i know it may carry bruises tomorrow. The fire reaches down and touches my clit again and i find myself starting to orgasm but deny myself the pleasure per Your orders. You reach down and grab a fistfull of hair and bring me to my knees.

“Suck me,” You command.

i eagarly move up to Your waiting, straining cock and take You deep in my warm mouth. i slide up and down, slowly building You up and grabbing Your ass checks to thrust You inside my throat. Faster and faster I glide my mouth up and down Your organ till i hear Your ragged breathing and i know that i am doing well…i taste precum and i slide my lips to the very end of your Sahabet Giriş cock and lap up that first taste of Your reward and then dip underneath and lick Your balls slowly and sensously. i take first one, then the other ball and suck gently. Your moans increase and i am fueled to bring You pleasure, i take Your hard cock back in my mouth and dive back down on it to the hilt and scraping my teeth across it as i come back up. Then down again over and over and i feel the head swell up getting ready to explode with Your seed. Suddenly Your hand grips my hair again and You pull me off of Your throbbing dick.

Confused, i keep my eyes down on the floor, because You have not given me permission to gaze upon Your handsome face yet.

“Stay there, do not move, do not look” You command me.

You walk around me and i glance over my shoulder to peek and see where You are going, but turn quickly back around. i hear Your footsteps approach and then You are standing before me. You hand me a plastic sheet and tell me to put it on the floor and lie down upon it face up. i move quickly to accomplish this task and lie down on it face up as ordered.

“Masturbate,” You order me.

Startled at the command, my hand hesitantly heads down toward my crotch

“Now,” You quietly say.

i reach down to my hole and dip in to bring up some of the wetness there and spread it around on my clit and start making slow circles around the head of my pleasure spot. i move my fingers down and dip into my aching hole again and thrust some, closing my eyes and pretending it is Your hard member that is filling the ache there. i hear the strike of a match and smell sulpher and i open my eyes.

You utter one word “continue,” so i begin again touching myself and trying to pleasure myself… my eyes drift shut once again and suddenly i feel a searing burn on my right nipple.

Muffling a surprised cry, i glance down at my right nipple to see white wax forming there. Before i can think, my left breast is on fire as the hot wax pours down. My hand has stilled so intent am i on this new experience. You slowly make Your way with the hot wax down my belly, each drop sends a jolt through me and my clit is jumping and my insides are twitching.

“Move Your hand,” You demand.

Surely, i think, Master is not going to put hot wax there, and i move my hand slowly out of the way and feel the now familiar burn land on my already hot pussy and it melts slowly down toward my clit before cooling slightly and hardening. Tears form in the corners of my eyes and i start to orgasm again, despite my best efforts to keep from doing so.

“No, girl, You are not allowed to cum yet.”

Desperately i plead “please Master… please..” my voice trails off as Your quiet “No.” puts an end to my protests.

“Look at me,” You command.

i raise my eyes to Yours and see a sternness there.

“Do you know what you did wrong slave?”

My heart sinks and i frantically search my mind for something that i could have done wrong and come up empty.

“No, Master,” i whisper.

“Then i will tell you Sahabet Güncel Giriş girl, and punish you immediately.” You say.

“Do you remember me telling you to stay put, not to look, or turn around?” You ask.

Humbly i realise that my peeking had not gone unnoticed, and i am disappointed with myself, because i have disappointed You with my disobedience.

“Yes Master,” i barely manage to whisper and i close my eyes.

“Open your eyes, slave,” you order.

i open my eyes and see You standing there with Your cock in Your hand. My lips part slightly and suddenly Your hot stream of urine hits me in the face and runs down into my mouth. You direct the flowing stream to my breast and end the wet hot stream by pissing the rest on to my pussy. Humiliated and completely submissive, tears form in my eyes and escape the corners sliding down to mingle with Your urine that is slowly pouring off my face to the waiting plastic sheet.

Coming down to me, You shove Your piss wet cock into my throat saying, “clean me bitch.”

I use my tongue to clean Your dick and balls and then You straddle my face and thrust in and out of my mouth saying

“I own You slut, You are mine, You will do as i say, always.”

Thrusting slowly in and out of my mouth you command me, “Suck me bitch, give me pleasure.”

i suck Your cock that is moving in and out of my mouth slowly…

“Use your tongue slave,” you say as Your breath begins to get ragged.

i circle Your thrusting jutting cock with my tongue as You jam it in and out of my mouth.

“You are mine, bitch, You say again.. make Your mouth a pussy girl, i am going to fuck your mouth like a pussy.”

Grabbing Your chair in front of You, You grind Your hips against my chin, shoving Your dick to the back of my throat over and over again.

“Take it bitch, take it like the slut you are,” You say.

You start to rapidly thrust in and out of my mouth, over and over again. Your cock is swelling and i feel the head vibrating with Your need to cum.

Breathless You give me one last instruction.

“When i cum, bitch, i am going to cum in the back of your throat, you will swallow every bit, do not let any escape, do you understand me?”

With your cock buried in my throat, all i can do is nod and moan. Thrusting and thrusting You start to moan and i feel my own orgasm building and suddenly overtaking me and sending me into spirals of ecstasy. i moan and squrim in the joy of my orgasm and it is too much for You….You slam Your dick into the back of my throat and Your warm seed spurts out coating my throat and sliding down it. i quickly swallow as more and more of Your gift is pouring out of You. You raise up some and bring Your member home again, leaving it buried in the back of my throat cutting off my breath and You moan in pleasure as the last spasm leaves You spent. You raise up slightly and tell me to drain You, and i take my hand and pull downward and gather the rest of your gift on my tongue and swallow.

“Clean me slave,” you order and i lick and clean Your dick and balls with my warm tongue, smiling to myself.

You stand and reach down and give me Your hand. i rise and together, smiling, we hold hands heading to the shower, where i will bathe You and You will gather me in Your warm embrace as the hot water soothes us and cools our passion… for a while.

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Mike , Peggy Ch. 06

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College

Author’s note:

First, I would like to acknowledge and thank Wagoneer88 for his efforts in proofreading and editing this story.

This is a continuation of a long story separated into several parts. For it to make sense you really should read the whole thing, in order.

Lastly, if you haven’t read the Author’s note at the beginning of Part 1, PLEASE do so. That said, your votes and feedback are greatly encouraged and appreciated.

Peter

Now on to the story:

*

Mike knew that Peggy had an unhealthy hold on him, but he just couldn’t do anything about it. He was madly in love; at least he thought he was. He knew he was enormously pussy whipped, but he just couldn’t help it.

Mike was thinking about Mary more and more lately and how it might be if he had chosen her over Peggy. But it was too late now. After much struggle he had at least retained a friendship with Mary, but it was clear to him that his chance with her had passed and he kept holding out hope that things would get better with Peggy. Instead they kept getting worse.

It was a Saturday afternoon and Peggy had him tied to the bed, as was her recent favorite torment, teasing the shit out of him. It had been two weeks since he came last and that was a fizzle rather than a pop. She had been especially unrelenting today, and had him as frantic as ever.

“I bet you’d do just about anything to cum now wouldn’t you?” she teased.

“Oh God yes Peggy, please! Please make me cum!” he begged.

“Nope, not today!” she almost sneered, “I have a special surprise for you in a little while, but first I’m going to really fill these balls of yours!”

And she proceeded to perform some of her most frustrating tricks. She was especially concentrating on direct stimulation of his nuts, which tended to make them swell and ache.

She went on more gently, “Mike, you know, in about a month or so it will be one year since we first went out?”

“Uh huh” Mike groaned without really responding.

“And you know Mike, I told you that we wouldn’t have sex, you know, so I could trust that it was me and not sex you are interested in.” It wasn’t a question.

But it did have Mike’s sudden attention. In spite of his condition he thought there might be something up here.

“Yeah?” he responded a little more coherent, though suspicious.

“Well, I’ve been re-thinking that. Since you’ve been so ‘good’ all this time, and put up with my teasing you, I’m pretty sure you must really like me and not just be hanging around hoping to get laid, right?” she asked teasingly.

“RIGHT, right, definitely,” was Mike’s too urgent reply.

Peggy chuckled, but continued, “Well Mike, I’ve decided that on our one year anniversary I’m going to fuck you silly!”

Mike’s head was spinning. Had he even heard correctly? Was Peggy up to more of her mind-fucking tricks?

“Do you really mean it?” Mike asked, now fully focused even though Peggy had been playing with his balls during this whole conversation.

“I do really mean it, BUT, today is a critical day if it is to turn out that way,” Peggy said with a kind of seriousness she rarely displayed. Not mean, but clearly intense.

“I don’t understand?” questioned Mike, clearly confused.

“Well remember a little while ago I said no cumming today, well that’s the catch. You have to make it through the rest of today without cumming. If you do, you’re in for the fuck of your life on our anniversary!” Peggy laughed. Then added, “I really hope you can do it Mike. You may not know it, but I’ve wanted to feel your big, hard cock explode deep inside me for a long time!”

Mike groaned. It had been two weeks since he came last, and he knew that without a doubt, if Peggy wanted to make him cum today there was no way he could hold out.

Much to Mike’s surprise though Peggy gave him hope. “Mike, I know what you’re thinking, but I meant it when I said I really do want you to make it through today. So, to make it possible for you, I’m only going to tease you for five more minutes and then I’m not going to touch you for the rest of the day. Think you can make it five more minutes?”

Mike had learned from the past. He knew Peggy was up to something, but had no idea what. However what choice did he have, the potential was too great, “Yeah, I think I can.”

“Good, I really hope so, though even when I stop touching you it might be harder to keep from cumming than you expect!”

The way she emphasized “I” scared Mike.

Peggy attacked Mike’s cock with a vengeance, pushing him right to the edge almost immediately and making it nearly impossible for him to hold back. Mike strained to keep from cumming, sweat pouring off his body. Peggy knew she could push him over the edge easily, but held back just enough so that if Mike really tried he could control himself.

Finally Peggy stopped. Mike opened his eyes and it took a minute to focus. Peggy was smiling at him.

“Time’s up, you made it!” she beamed. She bent over and kissed Sahabet him.

“Really, you mean it?” said Mike, stunned. He never dreamed she’d let him survive her onslaught.

“Yup, I do. Just remember, no cumming the rest of the day or else the deal is off, okay?”

“Okay,” Mike replied cautiously, still disbelieving, “as long as you’re done teasing me for today how about untying me?”

“Not just yet, remember I said I had a surprise?”

And as if on cue there was a quiet knock on the door and without hesitating, it started to open.

“What? . . . Oh God . . . Peggy, the door!” Mike stammered very excitedly.

“Oh! And here is your surprise now!” Peggy laughed.

As the door opened and closed Mike was totally shocked to see Mary walk in!

Mike couldn’t speak as she approached the bed. God she looked hot! She was wearing a tank top that was just long enough to cover her breasts (obviously no bra) and a pair of Daisy Duke cutoff jeans.

Finally Mike sputtered, “What the Hell is going on?”

Neither Peggy nor Mary said a word. Mary strolled right up to the bed and looked Mike in the eyes with a big smile; then unabashedly shifted her gaze to his crotch, which she studied for a long minute.

“My God Peggy, does he always look like this?” referring to his swollen balls and throbbing cock with its angry looking, almost purple head. (Mary was keeping her promise to keep Peggy from finding out what had transpired the night of her “date” with Mike.)

Peggy laughed, “No, only when I’ve teased his cock and balls almost non-stop for two weeks without letting him cum!”

“God you are such a Bitch. This isn’t quite fair either, he’s going to pop at the slightest touch!” Mary said with a somewhat irritated tone.

This time Mike nearly screamed, “What the Hell is going on!”

Both girls looked at him and finally Peggy spoke.

“Mike, Mary and I have a little bet going.”

When neither girl continued Mike spoke again, “What! What about?”

Peggy spoke again, “Well, it goes like this. Mary is going to have 30 minutes to try and get you to ask her to make you cum. If she does, she wins, but if you don’t ask within 30 minutes then she loses. There is a little kicker, almost like double or nothing. If she makes you cum without you asking she loses double.” Then after a pause, Peggy looked at Mike with a very serious expression, “And that would mean you lose too, Mike!”

Mary looked confused by this last comment, but Mike understood perfectly. He just groaned.

“Why Mary, why would you do this? I thought we were friends!”

Mary looked away, unable to look Mike in the eyes.

Peggy answered before Mary had a chance. “Mary didn’t exactly have much of a choice. You see I have this little ‘packet’, the contents of which Mary would do almost anything to get!”

“I still don’t get it, why this?” Mike implored.

Peggy continued, “Mike, you naive little dork. Don’t you understand that Mary has the hots for you, always has and always well? I’m tired of it; I want this put behind us. She pretends to be just friends so she can still see you, hoping one day she can steal you away from me. I figure after this little bet either you’ll give in and be with her, though I doubt it,” Peggy said very smugly, “or once it’s all over, she’ll be too mortified to ever look you in the eye, and you’ll find her too disgusting to even talk to.”

Mike looked at Mary, but she still wouldn’t look at him. He looked back at Peggy, who was grinning from ear to ear.

“I still don’t understand. What happens if Mary loses?” Mike was clearly bewildered.

Peggy’s devious mind had been in overdrive on this one.

“Well if she loses she has to fuck four guys from the football team. Four guys I line up. And I have four in mind who have HUGE cocks. I think our little Miss Big Tits will be mighty sore after that. AND the double or nothing I mentioned will be something to really behold. Once these four guys are done pounding her pussy, they get to fuck her up the rear. I think that cute, tight ass might just get ripped to shreds! After you watch that little spectacle Mike, I think you’ll find her too disgusting to have anything to do with her.”

“Well, whatever happens, I’m not going to watch! NO WAY!” Mike was having a hard time believing this was actually happening. Amazingly, his cock was still rock hard and throbbing, a fact that was lost on neither of the two cheerleaders.

“I figured you might not want to partake, so I made it part of the bet. If you don’t watch, Mary loses no matter what. And her little packet of stuff gets spread all over campus,” Peggy gloated.

Mike spoke to Mary again, “Mary, why. I still don’t get it, why would you agree to this?”

“Mike, it’s like Peggy said, I CAN’T let that information get out! Besides, Peggy is right, I really want to be with you. I figure this is my last chance to free you, both of us really, from this Bitch. Anyway, she isn’t really giving me a choice,” Mary said Sahabet Giriş softly, still not looking at Mike.

“Okay, enough! Let’s get this over with. Mary you have two minutes to get ready and then I’m starting this timer,” Peggy said in that demanding way she has.

Mary finally looked up at Mike, and put on a dazzling smile. She slowly undressed as she spoke.

“Mike, I’m going to do everything I can to make you need to cum even more than you already do! And all you have to do to end it is say ‘Mary, please make me cum’ understand?”

Mike shook his head in acknowledgement. He also couldn’t take his eyes off her body. It is easy to tell what a great body Mary has, especially the way she often dresses, but to see her naked for the first time was marvelous. She had big round, firm breasts that defied gravity. They were capped with silver dollar sized dark pink nipples with hard nubs that stuck out rigidly. Her pussy was clean-shaven and Mike could see the glistening of moisture on her puffy inner lips. Mary was clearly excited.

In spite of the surreal nature of this event, Mike was extremely turned on too. Surprisingly his cock had remained rock hard throughout this entire introduction.

“Mike, if you ask me to make you cum, it will be the best you’ve ever had. It will mean you are out from under the torment this Bitch puts you through. But most of all it will mean you and I are together and I can fuck and suck you constantly, which I will love doing!”

“Ah shit Mary, don’t do this!” Mike pleaded.

“Too late,” snapped Peggy.

“Okay, 30 minutes starts now!” Peggy said, reaching over and starting the timer.

Mary wasted no time crawling between Mike’s legs and lightly grasping his cock in one hand and cradling his balls in the other.

“My God, I can feel the heat!” she said truly amazed and not really talking to anyone.

She started to slowly stroke, very slowly and gently.

Mike groaned.

“Remember, if he cums without asking, you’ll both regret it!” Peggy said spitefully.

Mary was proving to Mike that she was just as talented as Peggy when it came to getting response out of his cock. He was soon very close to cumming, but Mary masterfully kept him just a ways away without having to stop completely.

Mike was moaning and groaning. He needed desperately to cum. He wanted nothing more than to scream, ‘Mary, please make me cum’, yet he couldn’t stop fixating on Peggy’s promise about fucking her on their anniversary!

Mary could see it was going to take more than this for Mike to give in. She bent forward and took the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked it. Mike jumped, at least as much as his restraints allowed. She barely licked and nibbled just the most sensitive glans of his cock. It felt like electrical shocks shooting through his cock to Mike.

Mary raised the ante, taking Mike’s cock deep in her throat until her nose was touching his pubic hair, and then she swallowed a couple of times. God could she deep throat. She pulled all the way off.

“Mike all you have to do is ask and I’ll make you cum so hard, deep in my mouth and swallow every drop. You’ll like it I promise!”

And without waiting for a reply she repeated the routine.

Mike was going insane. He had NEVER felt anything like that before. Even Peggy’s wildest oral on him was nothing like this. He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. Mary alternated the gentle sucking and licking of just the glans with her deep throat action, knowing that he couldn’t handle that much deep-throat without cumming.

In spite of her best efforts, it seemed Mike was going to be able to hold out after all. Mary was getting a little frantic. She didn’t know exactly how long was left, but it couldn’t be more than a few minutes.

“Okay big boy, if you can tolerate this and still not beg me to cum, then she can have you. If I can’t get to you this way, then I’ve lost for sure!”

And with that Mary rose up and with her hand aimed Mike’s throbbing member at her dripping cunt. In one slow motion she impaled herself on his shaft and before he realized what she was doing, Mike was balls deep in Mary’s love box. It felt like a warm, slippery, velvet glove had swallowed his shaft. It had been a very long time since Mike’s cock had felt the inside of a pussy, and he absolutely had never felt anything like this.

Mike nearly came from the feeling, even though she hadn’t moved a muscle, just feeling her surround him was practically enough. And then after a minute or so, she started to slowly slide up and down on his pole.

“Mary! Mary!” Mike screamed.

Mary knew she had him. She could tell he couldn’t hold back any more and just knew he was about to scream for her to make him cum!

“Mary, STOP!” he screamed again.

By the time Mary understood, it was too late! She saw the bulge in his eyes and jerked off him as quickly as she could. She looked down at his crotch and could see his balls pulling up. She grabbed the base Sahabet Güncel Giriş of his cock and squeezed hard, but one small squirt of cum dribbled out the end anyway, oozing over her fingers.

Mike screamed, “NO!”

At that exact instant the timer chimed.

Peggy clapped and laughed uncontrollably! “Oh my God, that’s perfect. He held out and didn’t ask to cum and at the last possible second he did anyway. Mary, you lost double and Mike, you came! You know what that means on our anniversary. NOTHING!”

Peggy couldn’t stop laughing.

“No!” yelled Mike again, “I didn’t cum!”

“Oh yes you did, look at Mary’s fingers, that’s your cum dripping off them. Just because she choked it off and you still have swollen balls doesn’t change the fact for either one of you, you came!” Peggy said gleefully.

Mary and Mike looked at each other with a deep sadness that both could feel in the other.

“Mary, I’m so sorry!”

“Yeah, me too!” Mary replied softly.

Dejectedly and without saying another word, Mary got up, dressed quickly and headed for the door.

“See you next week Mary,” called Peggy. “You know the time and place.”

Mike felt like crying.

Peggy started to untie him.

“Mike, I know you tried your best, it really wasn’t your fault. I’m going to think about our anniversary some more. I really do want to feel your big cock inside me; maybe we’ll still celebrate that way. But no promises. Now I think you’d better go.”

More possibilities, but no promises. Same old shit. Mike knew something had changed inside him, but he just wasn’t sure exactly what, or how.

He didn’t see or talk to Peggy until Wednesday, when she called him. She called to tell him where and what time Mary was going to have to pay off her bet. She reminded him that if he didn’t show and watch the whole thing, Mary didn’t get her packet back.

He didn’t see or talk to Peggy again that week. He hadn’t seen nor heard from Mary either and didn’t really want to. He was very conflicted. Friday night he had a very hard time sleeping.

Saturday, just before noon, the appointed hour, he showed up at the old farmhouse outside of town, where a couple of guys on the team were staying for the summer. Peggy’s car was already in the yard.

When Mike knocked on the door it was Tons who opened it. Tons was the center on the football team. His real name was Jeremy, but everyone called him Tons, not because that’s what he weighed, but because he was so big. Not an ounce of fat, but he was really huge.

“Hey Mike, come to watch the action?” Tons asked with a great deal of enthusiasm.

Mike didn’t reply, he just walked inside. There he saw Todd Peterson, the quarterback, Harold Johnson, the middle linebacker and last but not least, Willie Cunningham. Willie was the tight end, he was a cinch to make all conference and had a shot at honorable mention as an All-American. Willie was big! 6′ 5″, 260 big. Fast. And black. Mike had naturally seen Willie in the showers, and all the guys joked, but in a very friendly, even complimentary manner about Willie (complimentary because Willie would kick any other four guys’ asses all at once if he felt like it). You see, Willie really was the stereotypical big, black athlete. His cock was of monster proportions. Mike could only imagine what it would be like hard.

All four of these guys were somewhat disdainful of Mike, especially Todd. They were all the studs of the team, could get all the women, and were especially puzzled as to what Peggy saw in a guy they considered more or less a wimp.

Mary was standing off to the side, dressed in a baggy cutoff sweatshirt and a loose fitting pair of shorts. Long shorts. She had no makeup and her hair was combed straight back in a ponytail. Mike had never seen her look so plain, nor dressed so frumpy.

They were in what looked like the living room, except conspicuously out of place was a large mattress on the floor, surrounded by chairs.

Peggy took charge immediately. “Okay, let’s get this show on the road. These boys are anxious to get started! Mary, get undressed and get your ass over here!”

Mary looked resigned to her fate. She quietly but quickly stripped naked and walked over to the mattress. The guys were all sitting in the chairs around it drinking in her beauty with leering expressions.

“Come on you little slut, on your back and spread ’em, we don’t have all day!” Peggy spat with a sneer that could only be described as evil.

Mary lay down on the mattress, not trying to cover herself, but looking pretty scared, as Mike could easily observe from his position against the wall. He was as far away as he could get without leaving the room. Peggy glanced at him a couple of times. He knew he had to watch or she’d be on him and declare that Mary hadn’t lived up to the bet, but he didn’t have to get any closer.

“Okay Todd, you first,” directed Peggy.

Todd stood up with a big smirk, his ego telling him he was going first because he was special. That is until Peggy continued.

“Some one has to loosen her up for the big boys!” she laughed.

Todd quickly was undressed as the others started to cheer him on.

“Come on, drill this piece of ass Todd!”

“Yeah give it to her!”

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Messy Ch. 14

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“Dammit Tori, you didn’t need to do this.”

The Latina beamed at me, obviously satisfied that she had surprised me. The Christmas gift I’d just opened was a Glock Twenty Nine – the smaller version of my hunting gun – topped with a red dot sight, tucked into a nice leather holster, accompanied by a handful of conversion and extended barrels. “That’s why it’s called a gift, cuz I didn’t need to. I just didn’t want you to be totally defenseless at home.”

I mock-scowled at her, then broke into a grin. “Thank you.”

Sienna had left that morning to spend the holiday with her family – promising to return soon – and Tori and I had spent the twenty fourth curled up on the couch watching every iteration of A Christmas Carol ever filmed while a deer meat roast cooked in the oven. Nearly midnight now, and the gun was the last gift under the Christmas tree I’d cut earlier in the week. Tori had gotten the convertible and a couple of limited edition pocketknives from me, and I’d gotten new wrestling gloves.

We cleaned up the shredded wrapping paper and then moved to the couch, me wedged into one corner, Tori laying with her head on my lap, both of us wrapped in thick blankets as we relaxed by the light of the Christmas tree.

“I just wanted you to be safe,” Tori said, breaking the silence. “That night freaked me out.”

I looked down at her, stroked her forehead. “I am safe. When I’m with you.” She gave me a rueful smile and shifted even close to me, pulling herself into an even tighter ball.

We drifted in and out of sleep all night long, cozy and warm together in the combined orange glow of the Christmas tree. It was peaceful and relaxing and time seemed to stop – I never knew how many times I’d been awake or asleep, or if I was lightly dreaming that I’d awoken.

In one of the intervals of blissfully warm, dreamy wakefulness I stroked Tori’s cheek, admiring the unblemished beauty of her familiar features. The Latina stirred against me, blearily opening her eyes to gaze up at me. We looked at each other for a long time, holding eye contact, each of us contemplating the person we saw.

“I like you,” I said, and it felt like turning a corner. We both knew we liked each other, but telling her now felt different.

Tori looked up at me softly for a long time. Maybe I fell asleep and woke up again. Maybe she did, maybe we both drifted in and out of sleep as we had been doing all night long.

“I like you too.” Maybe I dreamed it. Maybe she actually said it. Maybe it didn’t matter. We were warm and close and there was nowhere I’d rather be. And I was certain there was nowhere Tori would rather be either.

Christmas day was spent snowmobiling. Tori had always gotten an ecstatic thrill from riding the powerful machines, flying down the trails, making little jumps, sliding around to spray clouds of snow, and today was no different. By the time we got back my gorgeous neighbor was amped up we stripped down in the hallway, me chasing her into the master bathroom to wash off the sweat of having been confined in heavy cold weather riding gear all day.

Under the hot water spray she was just as energized, kissing me ferociously, grabbing at my rising erection, tugging us around to bump up against the glass and tile walls in a continual quest to press as much skin together as possible. As fun as it was letting a hot little Latina shove her tongue down my throat in a sexual frenzy, my own lust for her was flaring and I wanted to take over.

I pinned her to the wall with my mass, the two of us making out, hot wet skin sliding deliciously against each other under the spray. With one hand I pinned both of hers over her head. “Don’t move.”

She wiggled seductively against the wall as I stepped back and grabbed the showerhead, detached it, and hovered it over her slick vulva, directing the hard spray of water across the top of the slit. Tori looked up at me pleasingly as I drove her mercilessly towards orgasm. She writhed in my grip desultorily, not trying to escape, but just to move, her nipples growing visibly harder as her tits heaved with her heavily increased breathing. “Please can I cum?” her voice was pitiful.

“Absolutely.”

Tori closed her eyes and opened her mouth, sucking in air as she tried to relax, tried to focus on the drumming of water against her sensitive privates. When she came it was with eyes open and her head ground back into the sand-colored tile, bucking her hips forward and back like I was inside her.

Watching my best-friend-with-benefits get off was always a good time, and now I wanted in on the action.

When Tori was capable of speech again, we stepped out of the shower. Before she had a chance to even begin drying off, I propelled her to the counter with a gentle push. “Up!”

She hiked herself up on the counter, skin dripping on the granite, and let me push her back to lay awkwardly, head slightly proposed up against the mirror. Her body was small though, and she fit the space, especially Sahabet with me tugging her firm ass almost off the countertop. “Spread your legs, young lady!”

Tori did so with a giggle, opening her thighs wide and lewd to give me a fantastic view of her shaven pussy, biting one finger and looking at me innocently while her other hand trailed down to begin a slow circular rub of her already aroused clit. I pushed her hand away. “The rules are simple. I lick. You scream.”

I knelt and began eating her out with a swipe of my tongue from asshole to clitoris, sucking the excited button into my mouth, flicking hard against it with my tongue in the aggressive, frenzied manner in which I knew she liked to be pleasured. I rubbed at her backdoor with two fingers, stroking the second most nerve-packed part of her body before working them up past my chin and sliding them into her wet little box.

The body I was bent over shifted and I raised my eyes to watch as Tori grabbed and squeezed her tits, writhing on the counter, grinding her head into the mirror. She shrieked as my fingers found her gspot and I keep up the licking as I stroked it forward and back, bringing the brunette under me to a frantic boil of sexual tension.

Before she could explode into climax though, I changed tactics, moving my fingers around to rub vigorously at her now saliva-slick clit while teasing my tongue around and over her anus a few times before spearing it into her vaginal tunnel and beginning an oral assault on her labia. The change in stimulation brought Tori down from her high slightly and her cries of pleasure became slightly ramped up whines and whimpers as she realized I was in control and totally unwilling to give her what she wanted exactly when she wanted it.

I returned to the rough oral treatment of her clitoris after a minute or two, enjoying the way she expressed her enjoyment of my face buried in her twat. She came with an ear splitting shout, rocking on the counter, pushing her pussy up into my face for more. I kept going, fingering and licking past the point where she had ceased to make noise, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

By the time I stepped back, Tori was limp as a rag on the counter, twitching slightly, a smear of drool on the mirror where her face rested against it. I’d done good work.

I picked her up and she snuggled against me as I carried her to the bedroom and set her on the bed. I pulled the covers around her and she reached for me as I rose. “Don’t go.”

“Just gonna get some dinner, sweetheart.”

Tori staggered into the kitchen a few minutes later, still a little unsteady from the massive series of orgasms she’d endured. She had changed into her usual nightwear of panties and a long flannel shirt, and the sight sent blood rushing to my groin. I hadn’t had any relief recently, and the stimulation of eating Tori out had me hovering on the knifes edge of arousal.

“Whatcha making?”

“Figured I’d make pot pie. Wanna help?”

Tori chopped meat and vegetables as I stirred up the dough. “What was that about before?” she stopped rocking the knife and turned to look at me.

I shrugged. “You like sucking dick?”

Tori snorted. “Hell yeah.”

“I like eating pussy. Especially yours. Its fun to watch you cum.”

“Hmm.”

With the meal assembled and in the oven, Tori grabbed my hand and pulled me around, tugging my boxers down and shrugging her shirt off. “My turn. You’re gonna hate me, but you’ll thank me in the end.”

And then she blew me.

For forty five minutes.

Forty five minutes of unbearably agonizingly exquisite buildup as she jerked, licked, kissed, gagged on, and sucked my erection. She knew me and my body and my tells so well she would back off when she could tell my orgasm was building, or squeeze the base of my shaft when it was about to peak, keeping me on an increasingly thinner razors edge of pleasure.

I was too proud to beg for release, but I did try to take over to hasten the end, and Tori shrugged her head away from my questing hands with a grin stretched wide by my cock.

Without recent relief, and with nearly an hour of sexual torture, my climax was massive, and Tori held me in her mouth until the last possible second before pulling me out and aiming my eruption at her high, firm breasts. My dick recoiled with each pump, shooting wad after milky white wad all over her golden brown skin.

I sagged as she licked the last of my spunk from the angry, inflamed purple head. Then she worked her jaw open and closed a few times and took a sip of water, smiling at me sweetly. “I think we’re even.”

We ate dinner and then curled up on the couch for another movie marathon, Miracle On 34Th Street.

By the end of the first movie, I made it clear to Tori that I wasn’t interested in the screen, running my hand slowly up her leg, across her ass, dragging my fingertips just under the edge of her panties, up her ribcage, and back down, keeping Sahabet Giriş her constantly aware my presence and my touch. By the end of the remake, we were both having a hard time concentrating, and by the time time I’d finished brushing my teeth and turned out the lights in the bathroom, Tori had raced to bed, undressed, and was under the covers with a suspicious bump moving below the blankets over her crotch as she made little pleasured noises.

I slipped into bed beside her and dragged her hand away from her pussy to a whine of protest. “Don’t,” I said sternly as I settled my weight on top of her. Tori opened her legs wide, an enjoyable, inviting slide of skin against skin, and I shifted to hold myself above her on my elbows, covering her body with mine.

She felt tiny beneath me, and a dark part of my brain enjoyed the feeling of having her trapped, of holding her small body powerless. Then I remembered that even covered, trapped, and tiny, she could still snap several of my limbs into pieces and choke me to death. She enjoyed this too, and it was because she’d learned to protect herself that she could enjoy it.

My deadly little hottie.

“What?” Tori was looking up at me expectantly.

I shook my head and smiled. “Just thinking.” I lowered my lips to hers and we kissed, gently at first and then with increasing passion, deeper, harder, fiercer.

Small hands fumbled below my waist, delicious tension as she tried to wedge my erection into her already soaked slot. The head slipped in between the lips and I have a little push, barely entering her. Tori glared up at me, and I thrust forward, scooting up on the bed, pushing her thighs apart with my knees filling her completely. She sighed happily as her tunnel stretched around me, and then pulled me down for another torrid kiss.

I pulled away to begin moving, and she gestured to me to be still. “I’ve been thinking too.”

“Yeah?”

“When See comes back, there’s a very specific fantasy she wants to fulfill, just the two of you.”

“Ok…”

“And I told her I’d give her a day with just you if I could have one as well.”

I stuck my lower lip out at her in an exaggerated pout. “Don’t I get a say?”

“Well, I’m not going to spoil her fantasy, but mine is to go out hunting with you. Camp overnight. Bundle up real warm and then spend a few cozy hours sucking and fucking each other.”

“Ok, I guess I can’t object to that too much.”

Below me, Tori bucked her hips up into mine, taking me a millimeter deeper. “I thought you might like that. Also, I did want to ask if you’d be willing to do something that might make you uncomfortable…” She looked embarrassed and slightly worried.

“No guys. I don’t swing that way. I know Michael does and you’re cool with that but I just can’t.”

I got a disapproving look for that. “Obviously not that. I was…” She took a breath, steeled herself. “I was hoping you’d stop using condoms with Sienna.”

Dammit.

Tori must’ve seen the look on my face because she hurried to explain and clarify. “Totally your choice, not gonna pressure you into anything. That’s why we’re talking about this alone instead of with her. I just think it’s a little unfair to her, and I know she wants it as well.”

“Unfair?”

“You bareback Nina all the time, though you won’t cum in her. See is closer to us than Nina is. She’s not AS GOOD of a friend to me, we haven’t known her nearly as long, but as far as I know, she’s your only longer term partner besides me, right.”

I thought about it. Back over the last ten years. There were women I’d seen multiple times, even seen a lot up until I’d met Tori. Tori and I had just kind of clicked, and we’d come to rely on each other for constant itch scratching, even though we played with others, sometimes frequently. I couldn’t think of anyone recently that I was so constantly intimate with for so long.

Whether or not I liked admitting it, Sienna had become a constant in our lives.

She was special.

Tori saw the realization dawn on my face. “And if you want to cum in her…I think that’d be ok too.”

My dick twitched involuntarily and the Latina smirked. “I’ve been talking to her, watching her. She takes her pills like clockwork every day, doesn’t take anything that would counteract them, she says she has really regular periods four times a year… She’s as safe to creampie as I am.”

“Yeah, but you and I have history. If there was a mishap, an accident, whatever, I’m not raising a kid with someone I’ve known less than a semester. I’m raising a kid with… Someone I’ve known a long time and trust implicitly.”

“And if that’s the reason you make that choice, I’m behind you one hundred percent. If you’re not comfortable, it’s totally up to you. I just thought you should know… The girl is safe. If you’re worried she’s some flighty, absent-minded little bird about her birth control, she’s not. I trust her. And while I have less to lose from Sahabet Güncel Giriş being wrong than you do, I think that counts for something.”

There was a twist, a change in balance, a shift in weight, and then Tori was on top, straddling me, pulling her legs up so she could squat on me instead of ride. “Dammit girl, WARN me when you’re gonna do your jiu jitsu stuff on me!”

Tori just flexed herself up, a wet suction-y slide of my cock almost completely out of her snatch. “and besides,” she continued as if nothing had happened, “I’ve never gotten to eat your cum out of another woman. I’ve gotten to taste US together, but never you…leaking out of another, fresh-fucked pussy. I SO want that…”

I returned from hunting the evening of the twenty seventh to find Sienna’s RAV Four in the driveway. I hustled the meat inside, bypassed the pair sitting at the kitchen table with a discourteous “Hey” and then hustled my freezing butt to a hot shower. I returned, scrubbing water out of my hair, now dressed in jeans and a long t-shirt, and gave Sienna a hug and a kiss and a squeeze of the butt. “Hey you. How was your Christmas?”

“Good, spent time with my family, got some nice gifts. It was fun. How was the weekend up here?”

“It was nice. Tori spent way more on me than she should’ve. I’ve been hunting. We had fun.”

“I heard.” Sienna made the universal V-licking sign on two fingers and I rolled my eyes at Tori.

“Mac and cheese sound good for dinner?” The girls agreed and I moved to the counter space, began the cooking while questioning Sienna about her Christmas. The was one question I wanted to ask, and after a few minutes, I got an opportunity. “So were your parents ok with you not going home at the end of the semester?”

She looked at the floor sheepishly. “I didn’t lie to them, I just didn’t tell them…everything. I just said that after my job at the bookstore ended for the semester, I went up north to stay with some friends who have a cabin. They were cool with it.”

“Do I have to worry about your father or brother showing up at school with a twelve gauge next semester?”

“Nah. We don’t discuss my sex life at family gatherings. But even if we did, my parents are cool. If you’re good to me, they don’t care.” Sienna learned forward and gave Tori a lingering kiss. “Either of you.”

After dinner the girls took a shower and I dragged Sienna’s gifts out to scatter around the Christmas tree. There weren’t many, but I had a feeling she’d like them. When the girls exited the bedroom they were dressed for bed – Tori in her usual panties and shirt, See in a tiny cotton shorts and a white cotton tanktop – and carrying a pile of packages. I whistled at them – my pants tightening a bit at the sight of the white tank sticking to the blondes torso with moisture and nicely highlighting her hard nipples – and accepted the clanking box that Sienna set in front of me. “You didn’t need to do this.”

“I know.” Her voice was matter-of-fact. “But I wanted to. I really like you guys.”

Tori opened her own gifts, a very precise slitting of seams with a wicked looking blade. “I want you to do something girly,” See explained when the Latina held up a spa-and-massage giftcard for a large amount. “Go get your nails done and your body massaged and a seaweed wrap or something.”

I tore the paper off my box and opened it to find a half dozen clear glass bottles inside. Expensive, higher end vodkas, the quality of my favorite Chopin or better. “Sienna, did we miss your twenty first birthday?”

She shook her head sheepishly. “I asked my brother to buy them for me.”

“Thank you, they look delicious.” I unfolded a piece of paper from the box and skimmed it. It was an invitation to split a bottle of my favorite with her after her next birthday… And to drink it off her tits. The idea was appealing.

“I think it’s only fair I tell you, I gave Tori the same machine,” I elaborated when Sienna opened her convertible tablet. “I figured you could use it for school.”

“This is insane, you can’t give me a computer for Christmas.” Her words were a paraphrase of Jessie’s, and I wondered where the vampiric girl was at that moment. Probably freezing in a grim apartment. Fuck.

“Too late, money is spent, receipt is gone,” I said, trying to put Jessie out of my mind. “You’ve gotta keep it.”

Sienna stepped over and gave me a hug. “Thank you.”

I squeezed her back. “The rest of the gifts are more fun, I promise.”

“You told me you only had that one rabbit,” Tori explained when Sienna held up the toys she given her, a pink, designer-looking rabbit vibrator, a piece of beaded glass, and a fleshy, suction-cupped dong. “That’s the best rabbit money can buy, and that’s probably the greatest dildo in existence. And the one with the suction cup, that’s great for the shower…or if you want to get deepeed and there’s not two cocks available…”

“Thank you.” The blonde hefted the sex toys, glanced between them. “Can you show me how to use them all?”

Tori smiled like a well-fed tiger. ” Next time Gary’s gone and I’ve got nothing planned, absolutely. We’ll pick up where we left off with the martial arts and the shooting, and then move on to Dildos One Oh One.”

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Meeting My New Gay Master

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By Filthykat

This story is about a man who meets up at an anonymous hook-up with another man who proceeds to dominate him for the night. It is hoped there will be continuing chapters detailing the rest of his evening’s carnal pleasures.

It contains graphic gay, bondage and domination themes so if you do not appreciate these please do not read on, otherwise I hope you enjoy.

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He answers the door casually, says “Hi” and lets me in. He’s older than me, about mid-forties to my thirty, and slightly larger. Before I can even dare to breathe I am standing inside in the hallway and I feel him move up behind me to cup my ass and whisper in my ear “now strip for me”. His tone is deep and straight to the point. He doesn’t want a tease, he wants to see me naked and displayed before him so I quickly begin to shed my clothes.

I’m having trouble with my bootlaces because my hands are shaking so badly but I eventually struggle through and then stand before him. He has been staring the whole time, rubbing his cock through his trousers and I can see the bulge is looking formidable. I lick my lips as he looks me in the eye and then steps forward.

“I like what I see. Now walk into the living room,” he tells me, indicating a room on the left.

Upon entering I see a heap of objects sitting on the sofa. He walks past me and lifts the first one up; a pink collar with an attached leash. He calmly walks forward and places it around my neck and then holds it firmly as he leans in to kiss me fiercely. I begin to moan as his tongue explores my mouth, and he pulls me close with his other hand. I can feel his erection through his trousers and I begin to get hard, all while he fondles my ass. Suddenly he gives my ass a little smack and pulls his head away.

“Mmm, you taste sweet my little bitch. How’s about you see what I have in store for you?” I nod quickly.

I’m almost trembling with anticipation as he looks over at the rest of the items on the sofa. I glance and take them in: a pair of pink furry handcuffs; a length of rope; a pair of tights; a set of leg bars; a ball gag; a reasonably sized dildo shaped like large beads that gets wider at the base; and a set of anal beads.

My mind is racing thinking of all the things he wants to do to me, things he can do to me, things I want him to do to me. He reaches for the set of tights and tells me to put them on. I’ve never worn tights before and never thought about doing it but I’m so excited I couldn’t deny this guy anything at this moment. I take them from the packet, sit on the sofa and begin to struggle putting them on. He barks a laugh at me while giving my leash a quick jerk.

“Stop it you little slut, you’ll ruin them! Put your hand to the end and then roll them up. Then slide them over your feet one leg at a time and pull them up to the top.”

I look up at him and see he is smiling and rubbing his cock through his trousers again. God, I can’t wait to see it. I put the tights on eventually and stand up.

“What do you think?” I whisper.

“Good enough to eat. Now get down on your knees for me,” he replies. Then he reaches for the leg bars and kneels down to put them on me. I put my hands out to balance as he does this as the feeling is new to me. I’m relishing the feeling of restraint, how they fully incapacitate me legs and feet when I suddenly feel something sliding along my ass crack.

I breathe in, savouring the feeling of his finger sliding slowly along from my tailbone to my perineum and back again. On the third pass he hovers round my anus, circling it like water going down the drain, sending little ripples of anticipation down my Sahabet spine before just holding his finger against it. I try to lean back on to it to increase the pressure but he smacks my ass with the other hand. I give a yelp of surprise as he reprimands me.

“Ah, ah, ah, good things come to those who wait. Now put your hands out.” I lean back up and do as I’m told as he snaps the handcuffs round my wrists. He moves round in front of me, grabs me by the back of the head and starts to rub his crotch in my face.

“Mmm,” he growls at me, “we’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.” I’m struggling against the bulge in his trousers but I still can’t contain either the smile on my face or the stand to attention of my cock.

“Unzip me” he says, releasing the hold on the back of my head. I take a second to settle my balance and then reach forward to undo his belt. As I slowly unzip him he lets out a long groan of excitement. I slide his trousers down to his ankles and he promptly steps out of them. As he does this I am staring at his crotch, his penis straining against the boxer shorts he is wearing. I reach forward and start to rub it through the cloth, wanting to make the moment last. He is still making pleased noises so then I move my head forward to rub my face against his bulge, breathing on it through the cloth and then licking it while rubbing my fingertips up and down the inside of the tops of his legs.

At last I can wait no longer and slowly reach up to pull down the shorts. I gently pull them out towards me and down, and gasp as his cock springs up to greet me. Its 8 inches long, circumcised, and quite thick, with an untrimmed bush at the end and hair growing about halfway along the shaft. I can see the big vein throbbing all along its length, right up to its shiny bell end.

“Don’t be shy,” he says and I come to, realising that I have been staring at it.

I lean in and kiss the top of the head, tasting the salty pre-cum that I have teased out of it. My hands move up and slide along his balls, fondling, caressing, and stroking them with my fingertips. I open wide and begin to lightly lick the head, breathing out as I do so. He lets out a moan of satisfaction, and I continue doing this a couple more times before wrapping my hand around the base of his cock and closing my mouth around the tip. I’m swirling my tongue around it while stroking and I can tell he likes it by the way that he starts bucking his crotch at me, trying to get me to take it deeper in my mouth. I mustn’t be going fast enough for him at this point because suddenly he grabs my head and shoves his cock into my mouth as far as he can.

I choke on it, suddenly unable to breath with my gag reflex going crazy and I’m trying to push him away, trying to get air, panicking before suddenly he releases me and I feel him push me by the head so I topple to the floor.

“Obviously you need a little helping hand in receiving me” he states as he uncuffs my hands. I straighten up and suddenly he grabs my hands and quickly cuffs them behind my back. He then comes round the front before I can even grasp the gravity of the situation, leans down and spits full in my face.

“Don’t disappoint me now you little whore, you were doing so well!” and suddenly there is the cock again, staring me full in the face before being thrust into my mouth and down my throat. I can feel his spit dripping down my face but I’m not particularly conscious of it except in the most detached way as all my concentration is on the fact that I am fully gagging now, and my mouth is getting wetter by the second in my bodies feeble attempts to lubricate and ease my throatfucking.

He passes the leash of my collar between his legs so the Sahabet Giriş chain comes out the back and yanks it as he thrusts. His rhythm is constant, slow but powerful, and I can hear him grunt in exertion every time he thrusts. I feel myself drooling, unable to swallow and the humiliation begins to build as I realise I am kneeling there being skullfucked by this man, completely at his mercy, with little pink accessories, tights and spit marking me out as the little degraded bitch I am. I’m also not surprised to find that I love this, and my cock is pumping with blood, it feels like it is bigger than ever, almost as big as the meat rod I am currently choking on.

I feel like I’ve been here for days when he suddenly gasps and starts to moan repeatedly. I feel the jerk building throughout his body, from the way his back is beginning to arch, from the leash getting more and more taught as his arm tries to straighten, from the tightening in his balls as they rest on my chin, but especially from the rapid stiffening of his member in my mouth. I’m waiting for the explosion in my mouth, anticipating the salty thick taste of it, when suddenly he pulls back and pushes me to the floor.

I’m lying on my back confused and then he is squatting over me and his spunk is falling all over my chest and face as he moans long and hard. I lie there, covered in spit and cum and wait until he composes himself, biting my lip, trying not to cum from the thought of how I have been used. Then he begins to slowly lick all over my chest, gobbling cum and spit, teasing my nipples with his tongue, moving steadily upwards. I’m rigid with anticipation at what he’s doing, waiting to see where it leads as he reaches my face and looks me in the eye. “Open wide,” he garbles with a mouth full of cum but I’m half expecting it and my mouth is already open, my tongue out as far as it goes as he drips the contents of his mouth into mine. When it is all gone he leans over me and starts licking my lips and tells me not to swallow, as if there were a possibility of me doing that. He begins to lick the rest of my face, cleaning up the last of cum and then deposits it in my mouth before straightening me up and kissing me fully, still with my mouthful of mess.

We pass it back and forth between us while he strokes my cock gently, yet then feels how close I am and stops. He lean round and whispers in my ear.

“That was good for starters’ baby, now swallow your treat and we’ll bring you into the bedroom for the rest of the evenings activities.”

I reluctantly swallow the load, unwilling to part with it but eager to see what else is in store. As I do this he has walked round behind me and undone the leg restraints. He has me unsteadily stand up as he collects the rest of the toys and then walks me by the leash into the bedroom and who knows what fresh hell.

As I enter the bedroom he lags a little behind me in the living room and then follows through. He holds up a blindfold and ballgag to me and tells me to hold still. He steps around me and presses up against me as he lifts the gag over my head and fastens it in place. I can feel his cock dribbling the last vestiges of cum against my ass cheeks and between that and the fact that he is totally dominating me I let out a little moan. He smacks my as roughly.

“Quiet bitch! I haven’t even started yet but you are going to have something real to moan about shortly.”

He places the blindfold around my head and I can see nothing except a dim little slit of light at the bottom if I strain my eyes. He walks me over to the bed and tells me to lie down on all fours and I oblige promptly.

“Good girl, now place your hands down and legs out behind you, with your Sahabet Güncel Giriş wrists between your legs.” I do as bid and then he tells me he is going to tie me in place.

He begins by taking out the leg spreader and placing it on me again and then unclasps one of the handcuffs and passes the chain around the bar to cuff me up again. I am completely restrained now and can barely move. Then I feel him spread my arse cheeks to slide his finger along my ass crack again. I begin to breathe deeply as he goes over the space repeatedly and then I feel him blow on my anus before a new feeling occurs. He is licking my ass!

I lie there unmoving as his tongue slides from the top to bottom and then hovers around my perineum before going back. I begin to lean back into him and he responds by pressing his mouth harder against me. I feel a hand move round to begin fondling my balls and then his tongue is probing my anus, forcing it open and the effect on me is mindblowing. I am moaning and slowly bucking my ass into his face as this goes on when he suddenly stops.

I feel him move away and then I feel a cool liquid being spread on my ass. He smacks my ass as I squirm to avoid it.

“Believe me darling you will be grateful for this in a moment!” A moment later I believe him as I feel him sending a thick finger in me all the way to the first knuckle. It doesn’t last long though before the real deal is presented as I feel him force what can only be a buttplug up my rear as no cock ever flared like that!

I feel each of the beads as they slide past my ring piece and at each one let out a little moan because he is not being overly gentle about it. Finally I feel the end of the plug being reached as my ring shrinks back to a reasonable level after sucking in the last of the toy. Then my man starts to turn the toy inside me, slowly back and forth and he feeling is fantastic, I can feel everything inside me being touched by this extension of him.

His other hand reaches to fondle my rock hard cock and begins to wank me off, stopping every so often to massage my balls. I can feel myself beginning to cum, hoping I can keep lasting as then he might never stop and his movements are driving me wild and suddenly I’m spurting in his hand. He doesn’t stop wanking me and I seem to keep spunking forever.

As I am still recovering from his milking he pulls the buttplug out without warning. I scream through the gag as my ass tries and fails to return to a normal shape. I can hear him laughing at me, calling me a little whore and saying that I shouldn’t worry and that I’ll be filled again in a moment. He isn’t lying as a second later I can feel his cock violating me roughly, sliding in balls deep until I feel I am going to choke on him from behind and then pulling back until he almost falls out of my ass.

He ploughs me repeatedly and I am seriously grateful for the lube as I am already feeling worn and torn by his huge cock. I have to fit my breathing in correctly as it is getting hard to breathe between the ballgag and the fact that he is stealing my breath as he fucks me. I try to scream through my restraints and the darkness is heightening my other perceptions until all I can think about is him fucking me and wondering when it is going to stop, wanting it not to stop, wondering if my ass can go on.

His pace picks up and I know he is on the final straight and I try to push back against him as much as I can, wanting him to have the best orgasm ever in me and flood me full of his cum. At the last moment he grabs my ass and pulls me on to him as hard as he can and I feel him dripping into me as he spasms to completion.

At last he pulls out and my anus feels enormous as he leaves it, gaping wide for all to see. He leaves the room without another word to leave me in complete isolation and darkness with his cream filling my hole. As I lie there quivering at the thought of what has just happens I recoil in horror as the worst possible noise echoes throughout his flat; the doorbell…

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“Tasha! May I cum?” he exclaimed as he grimaced.

Natasha smiled. “No, David. Don’t cum yet!” she pumped her hips slowly, and loved the feel of his desperate and hard cock inside her.

He was bound to the bed. She was on top, propped up on her elbows, her naked legs alongside his, her face close to his. She giggled. Her dark haired bangs and wide eyes, combined with her regal nature, painted a picture of dominant sensuality. She kept pumping.

She tried to keep herself from crossing the line into orgasm. She wanted to experience his desperate hardness for a longer time – and test his self control. She had removed his cock cage and teased him for several minutes before taking his length inside her.

“Tasha! Please! I can’t last much longer!”

“No, David!”

The mental trip from his valiant attempt to please her – along with the urgency of his pleading – got her feverishly aroused, and she wished it could last forever.

Her smile alone used to send David into a convulsive ejaculation when they first got together sexually. She bestowed that same sensual, teasing Sahabet smile on him as she asserted her dominance.

“Tasha!”

“Think of the consequences, David. I don’t want you to cum yet!”

He had been thinking of the consequences, which was the only reason that he held out so far.

Tasha considered the consequences. She made the rules, and enforced them. As she pumped, she recalled the last time David had ejaculated inside her before she granted permission. It was almost humorous the way he repeatedly tried to avoid her pussy on his mouth – her pussy full of his fresh ejaculate after days of saving up. She had to pinch his nose shut until he opened his mouth to breathe. Then she settled in and he submitted. Under her encouragement and direction, over a period of a quarter hour, he finally extracted and swallowed every drop, and gave her several intense orgasms while doing so. That was his first experience of creampie dessert, but was not to be his last.

There had been other consequences, too.

He panted heavily. Tasha slowed her pumping. She realized Sahabet Giriş that David truly was close to the end of his endurance. She wanted more, though. She wanted to give him a spirited ride, and experience several orgasms from intercourse before allowing him to spurt. Alas, that would take several months of intense training.

“Tasha, I’m – I can’t – Please, Tasha! May I cum? PLEASE!”

“Not yet, David,” she said while rocking her hips and feeling David’s full length. “Hang on for two more min-“

“OH NO! TASHA!”

She knew he had crossed the line. He bucked as hard as his bonds allowed, and tossed his head from side to side as he spurted uncontrollably. Tasha held on throughout the wrenching contractions of his ejaculation and enjoyed the sweet moment of his passion.

At last, David opened his eyes and saw Tasha’s sensual smile. Neither one said anything until his heavy breathing subsided. Tasha gave him a few sweet nuzzling kisses, and whispered, “David – I want you to eat my pussy now. You can give me some pleasure. I don’t want any resistance Sahabet Güncel Giriş like the last time. I want to hear you say that you’ll do it willingly.”

She puckered her lips slightly and gazed into his eyes.

David obviously struggled with himself as Tasha waited. After a moment he said, “Tasha,” in a trembling whisper, and paused. Another moment, and he spoke again. “I – I’ll do it, Tasha. I’ll eat your pussy.”

That was all she needed, and felt his cock slither out as she withdrew and straddled his mouth. “Lick it, David. Clean the outside first. I’ll tell you when to suck it.”

She guided him through his second journey of creampie pussy eating. Several times she filled the room with her moans and gasps of orgasm.

A half hour later, he handed Tasha the hard wood hairbrush and got across her lap. He was totally naked, and she had slipped on a short dress.

“Twenty five swats, David, and the cock cage goes on for three days. Or, for fifty swats, I’ll leave the cage off for the night. Shall I give you twenty five or fifty?”

He knew from experience that twenty five swats would not be easy, and he didn’t know how he could take fifty. Then he thought of Tasha’s sensual, dark haired pussy, and the sweet feeling of being inside her.

“Fifty,” he said, and braced himself for the discipline she had convinced him was richly deserved.

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Master’s Pet Ch. 08

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We had a quiet few weeks after that till we were going to a party. I pull Pet to the side to talk to her in private. “Pet I want to listen to everything I have to say?”

“Yes Master.” I have her sit on my lap.

“We are going to a party tonight. There is going to be an auction that we may buy at but I want you to know that we will not be selling anyone.” I watch as she understands what I am saying. “Good now you will be with me at all times you will be safe. I know you are nervous around new people but I want to do your best ok?”

“Yes Master.” I hold her with me before we go find the rest of the household. I continue through the day with Pet close by, I could tell she was nervous, until it was time to get ready. I take Ruby to the side

“You are going to be coming with us to a party. You are mainly going to serve us drinks and snacks. There is going to a slave auction where we may buy but we will not be selling. I want you to go get your tray and put on your uniform.” I say to her. I made sure Pet got a lot of pampering before we left. She looked adorable as I held her leash as we leave Mia has Six and I have Ruby on another leash with Pet. “Does anyone have anything to say before we go?” I look around to see everyone shaking their heads.

Once we arrive at the party we walk around looking through the different rooms. Pet stays close to me but other than that she does very well. We settle down in a bondage room and watch a few of the pieces are in use. Pet and Ruby kneel at my feet as Six kneels with Mia as we sit together. I have Ruby stand and position her serving tray before I send her for drinks. We watch people move through till I see a friend I stand and shaking his hand and introduce Pet and Ruby then Mia says hello and does the same for Six. I see Pet finch when I stand, I notice it every time I am more than an arms length away from her. I pull her to the side for a moment “Pet didn’t I say you would be with me tonight?” I watch her look down and answer.

“Yes Master” I lift her chin to look at her face.

“Have you ever known me to break my word?”

“No Master”

“Then why are you so nervous?” I see her looking for an answer that she does not know.

“I am scared Master. I don’t know why.” Is all she can think to say.

“Ok Pet I want you to remember all of this ok. You will always be close by tonight.” I tell her kissing her on her head then on her lips. We go back with everyone to watch the auction in the main hall. Ruby is standing near us with our drinks held on her tray and her arms behind her. I reach up between her legs and feel her excitement growing at my attention. I gently run my fingers across her thighs and up to caress her pussy lips. “I still have to put your training to the test.” I pause briefly. “Though that will be for another time.” I say never pushing on from my gently teasing.

Pet holds my leg as she kneels next to me. This seems to calm her as we settle in and watch the stage. We watch as they going through a few slaves then I feel Pet squeeze my leg when the next one comes on stage. I lean down “What is it Pet?”

“I like her she is cute Master that’s all.”

“Would you like her to come home with us?” I ask as the bidding starts.

“I would be like that very much Master.” I know Mia has heard us talking so I look over to see what she thinks. She gives me a nod and start to bid on her. It only takes a few bids before I am pronounce the winner. When another slave caught Mia’s eye I bid and won her as well. We decided to meet our new slaves apart at first. So after I left Mia I went to see Pets pick with Ruby along with us she seemed in awe of the events of the evening. Just before we went in I asked Ruby

“What has you so shocked?” She looks at me.

“I guess I am surprised that you bought a slave because Pet liked them. It makes me think if you would do that for me Master.” I see her blush at the end of her sentence.

“I would if you asked for it or for a specific reason. You know how we got Six correct.” She nods. “If you have a connection let me know. Now then Pet are you ready?”

“Yes Master.” She stands excited at the door. Pet stops in her track when she sees the girl chained to the wall by her collar. I gently pat Pet forward. She steps up closer. “Hello my name is Pet and that is Ruby and that is Master.” I am happy with Pet as I hand her the key. “I am going to unlock you. Please be calm.” Pet asks and orders at the same time. I watch as Pet unlocks and calms her. “Are you ok?” Pet asks. She nods briefly. “You may speak. What do you want to be called?” I watch her look around at us.

“Button.” We hear her voice for the first time.

“Ok Button I want to put on your new collar and cuffs. You will be good right?” Button again nods Pet take the bag from me and opens it taking out the contents. I watch Pet as she secures Button in her restraints then leashes her and walk her to me. The look of Button following Pet is funny to me because Button could easily see over Pet head as she was lead towards me.

“Hello Sahabet Button we will talk when we get home but is there anything to say now?”

“No Master.” She responds.

“Okay give me your hands.” I say lock them together in front of her. “We are going to find my wife and her following. Stay close to us and everything will be fine.” She nod as Pet presents her leash to me. I hold her close to me and whisper in her ear “You did very well Pet. Are you ok?” She pulls back and nods I kiss her then turn to leave. I now have three slaves with me I find Mia getting ready to head out.

“Hello darling this is Krissy.” Mia says introducing our new slave.

“This is Button” I say bring her forward. “I am ready to go when you are sweetie.” I say slowly turning round. Mia gets up and we head home. We introduce our new arrives to everyone back home before we head to bed for the night. Mia wanted some alone time with Krissy and Six. Pet begged to be allowed time with Button alone. I agree to both of them still somewhat curious on how on a night I bought two new slaves home I am looking at sleeping alone. Mia asked

“Are you ok with this sweetie?” I kiss her.

“Yes I will make do with the other 5 we have” I say jokingly trying to sound hurt. Pet kneels at my feet.

“Thank you Master for everything you have granted me tonight.” I place my hand on her head.

“You are welcome Pet now go enjoy.” I hug her as Button watches all of this from the side. I watch as the two groups leave to their rooms. I go out to see the rest of my household. They all jump when I come in obviously they thought would not be coming back out tonight. “Relax I wanted to come talk with all of you for a moment. I find myself alone tonight and I wanted to see if any of you would like to join me this evening.” I watch fascinated as they all look at each other. This not something I have ever offer and they do not know how to react. Trixie raises her hand and I look to her to speak.

“May I join you tonight Master?”

“Yes go get anything you want for tonight.” I watch her go off and return with a small bag. I offer my arm as she come over. “Have a good night.” I say as I turn and leave Trixie holding onto me. “What would you like tonight?” I ask her as we walk back.

“I would like to be your kitten Master.” We get inside

“Is that what is in the bag?” She blushes and nods. We got into the guest bedroom.

“I want my kitten to get ready.” I say opening the door and letting her in. “I will be back in a few.” I grab a few toys for the evening and return to see Trixie as my kitten. She is kneeling on all fours ears on along with her kneepads and paws and finally her tail in place. She looks adorable as I walk in when I place the toys on the bed she crawls over to me. I stroke her head and scratch her behind the ear, she loves my attention and follows me all around as I get ready for bed. She crawls behind me rubbing her head on my leg when I stop moving. When I get to the bed Trixie crawls up and starts to lick at my cock gently. I lay back to the sensation my kitten was giving me. I was soon hard so Trixie began you suck me into her mouth. She slowly sucks and licks me till I cum in her mouth. She licks me clean then crawls up into arms. I run my fingers down her back gently as she purrs at my attention. I pick up a vibe and move it between her legs. I feel her move a buck as I trace her pussy lips with the vibe. I tease her briefly before I insert the vibe inside her as I finger her clit. I hold her as I bring her to climax.

I lay there with Trixie in my arms allowing her to relax and enjoy her orgasm before we move. When her breathing returns to normal I get her up and remove her kitten attire before returning to bed. Trixie lays in my arms. “Thank you for this evening Master.” She say holding on to me.

“You’re welcome Trixie. You may fall asleep with me.” She rubs her head against my chest and purrs as she falls asleep. I hold her and slowly join her in sleep. We slept a little late and when I got up the next morning I wake to Trixie on top of me gently riding my morning hard on.

“I wanted to please you Master.” Is the first thing she say when she sees me awake.

“I am pleased Trixie continue.” I see her smile and begin to move faster as she bounces on me. I grab the vibe and hand it to her. “Let me feel your pleasure.” Is all I say then I watch her move it to her clit and start to gently touch it. I feel her react to each touch as she starts to hold the vibe to her clit longer and harder.

“Master I am not as well trained as Pet I am sorry.” She says to warn me of her approaching orgasm. I hold her for a moment.

“I know and I don’t expect that all I want is for you to try your best.”

“Yes Master I will.” I allow her to start to move again. I continue to hold her still when she gets close. “Thank you Master for allowing me everything you have.” I begin to feel myself get close as Trixie ride me.

“You are very welcome. Are you ready?” She only nods I know she has been ready Sahabet Giriş for quiet a while. “I want to feel you cum with me.”

“Thank you Master.” I feel her do just as I say I feel her cum as I fill her. She slows and comes to lays on my chest.

“You did excellent Trixie I am very pleased with you.” She relaxes peacefully in my arms. We eventually get out of bed and find we are the last to be up this morning. When we enter I see both Buttons and Krissy come over and kneel before me. I am not sure whose doing this was but it was cute. “Now I get all the attention why is that?” Button answers.

“Pet told me all about you and I want to prove myself to you Master.” I then turn to Krissy.

“Mistress wanted you to share me she felt bad about taking me.”

“Ok both of you I will enjoy your company but right now I am satisfied.” I sit to eat after I kiss Mia and then Pet good morning. I eat and relax as we catch up on each others evenings. I then before I meet with Button and Krissy alone Pet tells me how excited I will be about Buttons talent. I find both of them happy with things so far and no questions. I tell Button I will see her later. I move through my day with Pet close by though I can tell something else is on her mind. I thought that she might tell me herself but after I waited a little while I ask her. “What is on your mind Pet?” I see her look at me.

“I feel guilty.” Now I am confused.

“What do you feel guilt for?”

“I should not have taken Button last night. You should have been with her.” I have Pet sit on my lap looking at me.

“Pet I granted you this privilege out of my love for you. I do not want you to feel guilty.” I say hugging her close to me.

“Ok Master thank you but I still feel bad. May I feel some punishment?”

“There is no need but I will allow if it you come up with a creative one.” I see her instantly try to think of what to do. I laugh that I know her so well. Once she starts to try to think of a punishment I can see that she is no longer feeling guilty or bad. I kiss her head and move her next to me as I continue to work.

A little while later I see Pet jump slightly. “Are you ok?”

“Yes Master I just had an idea. May I go set it up?”

“Are you going to tell me what it is?” I ask.

“May I please surprise you Master?” I look at her pleading face.

“I will allow it but I want you safe. Am I clear?” I say I watch her understand and nod. “Off you go then.” I say to allow her to go about her plan. I finish up and go to eat some lunch looking around for Pet as I go. Six comes up to me.

“Pet is in the dungeon and awaits you Master.”

“Ok Six thank you.” I eat before I head down to the basement. I find Pet bound straddling the sybian which is on full. Button is kneeling on a pillow nearby. I turn the sybian down and allow Pet to settle.

“I wanted to be pleasing to you as you are with Button.” She says to me.

“Have you been like this the whole time you have been gone.” She nods.

“Close to it Master. It took a little time to get Buttons and ask Six to give you the message.” I turn the dial up and kiss Pet as she begins to moan again. I then turn to Button.

“Have you been here the whole time?” She nods. “Come here I want to hear you answer.” She crawls over to me and kneels in front of me.

“Yes Master I was with Pet the whole time.” She says in a soft voice.

“So what is this talent of yours that Pet is excited about?” I watch as Button looks to Pet surprised. She turns back to and starts to suck me to a full erection then she slowly swallow my cock to the base. Then I feel her throat start to massage me I feel her muscles grab and stroke the head of my cock. It is an incredible feeling Pet was right to be excited. I look down at Button. “You are very good. I am very pleased with you.” I pause and turn down the saddle and Pet slowly focuses on us. “I want to ask you something Pet. I am willing to let you cum and release you or if this is punishment I will let to you stay here on the edge of orgasm. Which do you want?” I watch her as she tries to decide. I also watch Button to see her react to me giving Pet a choice.

“Please punish me Master.” I place my hand on Pet’s head.

“You are committed I will give you that.” I turn the saddle up and sit down it enjoy Button’s mouth. I relax and watch Pet in pleasure haze as I feel Buttons throat work and suck me in ways I never knew. Soon Button had me cumming in her heavenly mouth. I bring Button to sit with me at watch Pet for a short while. “Are you hungry?” I ask Button. She nods in return. I lift her face so I can see her eyes, This always seems to calm everyone. “I want to hear you.” I say.

“Yes Master.” I give a smile.

“Ok then I want you to go get something to eat and drink take a walk, relax or read. Whatever you wish to do for an hour then come back here. Do you understand?” I see her off before I walk over to Pet I turn off her tormenter. I watch her catch her breath as I call Ruby to bring Sahabet Güncel Giriş us I couple sandwiches.

When Ruby comes in I have untied Pet and have her in my lap resting. I look to Ruby when she comes in to come over to us. I rouse Pet so that she can eat. “You know you’re going back on their soon enough.” I feel her shiver in my arms. “I want you to remember that you asked for this.” She continues to eat as I talk with her.

“I know Master. I am ready.”

“Finish eating slowly and we will wait until Button comes back.” She nods taking another bite and sits in my arms I feel her contentment. Once Button comes back Pet has fallen asleep in my arms. I let her sleep as Button comes to kneel next us. “You may have more free time I am going to give Pet a break.” I watch her get up then stop and turn to me.

“May I stay here Master? I am nervous without Pet.” I motion for her to come back over.

“There is nothing to be nervous of but you may stay here with us.” She kneels next to the chair again as we begin to chat quietly. We sit there as I hear about her life before she was with us. She had only one owner before us. An older man that was in her words. Brief and brutal but highly possessive so no one else ever touch her. She told me her oral training was from a machine he had bought so he could enjoy her mouth to its fullest. I heard about what she had seen at parties she attended. She thought she had it easy compared to a lot of the other slaves she saw.

Slowly Pet awoke and looked around. “Ready to start again Pet?”

“Yes Master” She answers.

“Button we will talk more later.” I say as I watch Button move to strap Pet in again. Then once Pet was secured Button look to the remote.

“Do you wish me to turn in on Master?” I look at Pet then to Button.

“Slowly move the speed up.” I order. Button takes ten minutes to turn it up all the way. I watch briefly then I get up.

“Allow her a break every half hour. Make sure she is ok and can always breathing ok. Call me if you need anything. Do you have any questions?” I address Button.

“No Master.”

“Good I am going to go.”

“Yes Master.” I then leave them and go to see the rest of the house. I know I will keep a close eye on the remote to see Pet’s vitals with the sensors in her collar. I find Trixie at the top of the steps kneeling.

“Were you waiting for me?”

“Yes Master” I look at her.

“Why?” Is all I say in response. I watch her shift slightly.

“I finished my chores and training and was hoping to spend time with you.” I start to walk away on my way through the house.

“Come along then.” I look back and see her stand and follow me. I get to my office with Trixie right behind me. “Why did you decide to do this today?” I ask her as I sit down.

“I hoped to please you.” I can tell there is more to it.

“I want the full truth. I see you trying to impress me I want to understand why.” I say to her.

“I want to please you so that I may earn a chance to smoke with you again. I want to get it right next time.” I watch her scared face as she confesses her true motivation. I rest my hand on her head.

“That is something we can take care of easily. I am willing let you try again right now if you want.” I can see that she does not know what to say.

“Thank you Master. I would like that very much.”

“Stand up.” I say to her. “I want you to understand a few things. I will not be joining you I need to be aware of Pet. You may stay with me or go off on your own but Pet will be part of my day. Also this is not going to be a regular event. I am granting you a privilege I do not want you to come to expect this.” She nods.

“I understand Master.” With that I send her to the bed room while I go catch up with Mia. I talk with Mia I fill her in on Pet and Button in the basement and my plans for Trixie.

“You are going to spoil them all at this rate.” She says to me in response.

“Why is that bad exactly?” She smiles a shrugs at me.

“Let me know if you need anything from me or when I might pull you away from Krissy.” I say as I kiss her. I go to the bedroom and see Trixie kneeling waiting patiently for me. I set up for her allow her a hit then clean up as she begin to feel it.

“Do you want to stay close to me today?” I ask as I sit with her for a few to ensure that she is ok. I see her nod and say. “Let’s go check on Pet.” I get up to leave the room. Trixie follows me closely as I head down stairs. I see Pet in the same state as I left her with Button is nearby. “How has she been?” I question Button as I approach.

“I have been doing as you instructed and she has been doing well Master.” I turn down the vibe and wait in front of Pet for her to calm down.

“I think this is enough punishment Pet. I want you to take a few deep breaths then we will finish this.” I see her smile and obey me. I begin to turn up the dial slowly letting Pet feel the buildup. “5” I begin to count to end Pets torment. “4,3,2,1” I count do as I turn up the vibe. “Cum for me, Pet.” She obeys me of course enjoying her awaited orgasm. As Pet’s orgasm fades she leans against me. I look around Trixie watches all of this kneeling nearby a look of relaxation on her face. Button is closer to us watching trying to understand what she was seeing.

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Master Knows Best

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Shane moaned as Ansel licked the underside of his balls and then used tiny bites back up his shaft until he got the swelling head.

Ansel licked his glans, and then deep throated and constricted my jaws for just the right moment, and Shane wiggled his thighs and shot into Ansel’s mouth, and Ansel swallowed greedily before pulling my head off his bloated cock.

Ansel wiped his mouth and looked up. “How’s Ginny and the kids?”

Shane smiled, and ruffled Ansel’s hair, as his friend knelt between Shane’s legs.

“Ansel, that’s just the question one man should ask another after he’s blown him. All’s well with my nuclear family, you little cocksucker, but I do have a question for you.”

Shane was Ansel’s best friend.

Shane wasn’t gay, really, except that he let Ansel give him the impromptu blowjob now and then, especially to take off the tension when his wife is pregnant or otherwise indisposed.

Shane got a little relief, and Ansel got to suck his best buddy’s dick.

Ansel had always thought Shane was cute, nice dimple in his chin, curly hair, great abs…it was a good deal for both of them.

Ansel had become interested in chastity belts, and had purchased one online.

He’d met a few Masters in the leather bars, but the few who were reasonably attractive had too many slaves already, so Ansel asked Shane to hold his keys.

Shane had promised not to give Ansel back the keys until he felt like it. It had amused Shane to watch the slightly homely Ansel jerk off after sucking Shane’s dick (no reciprocation, no sir)

Ah but it was even funnier watching Ansel just sit there, all frustrated as his dick bulged helplessly in the chastity cage.

“What did you want to ask me about, Shane?” asked Ansel, as he jiggled his chastity belt.

Shane always made Ansel strip down before he got his hummer, and now Ansel was trying to keep his dick from bursting out of the belt. It was tough!

Now Shane was stepping back into his blue jeans, and Ansel bid adieu to that marvelous long cock…till next time! What a gorgeous sight, though, alas.

“I wanted to know where you got that belt of yours.” Shane asked, leaning down.

Ansel stiffened, trying not to show Shane how much he desired him as Shane casually toyed with the belt with his big weight lifter’s fingers.

“Was it expensive? Does it really work?”

Shane asked more questions about the chastity device. It was fascinating to him, apparently.

Ansel shook his head, wondering what the hell was going on?

“See, Ansel, my youngest son, 22 year old Luke, has been really getting into the masturbation habit.” Shane said, as he shook his curly head.

“I’m not a real strict dad you know…when the boys Starzbet were smoking pot in the tree house, I didn’t say much—

Yes, after Troy was busted with the stolen car, I was fairly understanding, it was just joyriding, after all.”

Shane had a faraway look in his eye now.

“But Luke’s college grades are slipping, and he spends a lot of his time in his room looking at your old muscle magazines.

Yes, and sometimes he cuts classes, and I come in in the middle of the day, and he’s jerking off by the hour.

I don’t mind if he’s gay, that’s cool. But he can’t just play with himself all day.

There’s a possibility he could not graduate from high school now, and last semester he was a damned honor student.”

Shane hit his knee exasperatedly.

“I should take my belt to him, but Luke’s a big boy now…you know what I mean?”

Ansel became aroused, thinking about Shane taking his belt to Luke.

Or better, Shane could take his belt to Ansel.

Ansel imagined himself across Luke’s knee, his dick against Shane’s weathered blue jeans, as the belt came down on Ansel’s chubby ass again and again…

God, if I could only masturbate! But of course poor Ansel was locked up!

“So, Ansel, I was wondering if you thought I should lock Luke up in a belt.

I know it might be a little over-strict, but nothing else seems to work. I thought maybe if I told Luke that if he wore the belt up, and did well enough in school so he could graduate and get into Belmont State, that would be cool. What do you think?”

Thinking of handsome, stern Shane locking up cute young Luke in a chastity device was incredibly arousing to Ansel, but he remembered his responsibility.

“Shane, it might be illegal. I don’t know if anyone actually uses the belt on anyone else involuntarily. You’d have to really present it gently to the boy.”

“I’ll do my best. Just give me the name of the place, and I’ll order him one. I think it might do him a world of good.

Maybe it might even get Luke to do some of the chores he’s neglected. You’re a much more civil fellow since we locked you up, Ansel.” Shane grinned. “Bet you’re wondering if I brought the key today.”

Ansel tried not to look too excited. It had been seven months since he’d given Shane the keys to the belt, and in that time, Shane had brought the keys over and let Ansel jerk off exactly four times.

And Shane came over once or twice a week for blowjobs! He actually told Ansel that he was less lazy, and gave a better BJ when he hadn’t cum in a while! Now, Shane tried not to look too hopeful.

Now, Shane got up and went to Ansel’s mantel and casually picked up a long, thick birch switch and tapped it on his hand. Starzbet Giriş

“You don’t beat carpets with this, I keep wondering what it’s for.” Shane smiled, and his eyes twinkled. “Are you still seeing that, what was his name, Master Butterknife?”

Ansel blushed. “Master Scalpel. No, his rates were kind of high, and so I stopped having him come over for sessions. Did you bring the keys?”

Shane took the thick switch off the mantelpiece and came over to Ansel. “Yes, I brought the keys over, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you’re going to cum, Ansel. Put your hands behind your head, like a good boy.”

Ansel’s heart raced, but he put his hands behind his head.

Ansel’s dick was now swelling wildly in the chastity device, as he watched Shane’s thick shoulders cinch against the tight shirt as Shane bent over and unlocked Ansel’s chastity device.

“You irritated me giving Luke those damn muscle magazines, Ansel, and I think you need some punishment. Whoa, look at that little dick of yours come up!”

Luke lay in his bedroom looking at the rock hard chiseled abs of Merrill Goines, the studly blonde lifeguard, masturbating on his beach chair in the centerfold of PecBois Journal. Luke knew he should be studying for his trigonometry exam…what if Dad caught him?

Luke was an adult, and could do what he liked, but he’d asked Dad to put him through college, and so he needed to obey his dad’s encouraging instructions.

Dad had already suspended Luke’s allowance, locked up his mini-bike, confiscated his cell phone taken Luke’s car keys, and cut his Visa card up, which Mom had strenuously objected to.

Mom was great, she spoiled Luke to death. He couldn’t understand why a man would want to BE with a woman, but as ladies went, Mom was the best.

And Dad had promised Luke that he would restore all Luke’s material things and privileges and even give Luke a summer with his friends in Europe.

This if Luke could just study enough to get C’s, just to get through school and into Belmont State, which was easier than community college.

But all Luke wanted to do was pound his cock and stare at beautiful Merrill Goines…

Suddenly the door was kicked open, and there was Dad! And of course, Luke had his hand on his zipper, and his cock was nearly out.

Shane leaned back, looking at his spectacle of a chicken-choking son.

“Good, you’ve got your pants half down, you can take them all the way down.” Shane really regretted he had to do this, he’d never laid a hand on any of his three boys

Yes, but his recent experiences with Ansel had given him a little practice in the ways of old fashioned discipline.

But Luke’s problem was serious!

While Luke Starzbet Güncel Giriş was screaming “Dad, what are you doing?” Shane dragged down Luke’s pants and underpants and, with the other hand, the one holding Ansel’s dog whip, he began swinging.

For two weeks, Shane had practiced on Ansel, who was quite willing…

Shane had whipped Ansel with the birch switch that first night, and then used a leather scourge, a thick hairbrush, a buggy whip, and everything else in his friends freaky collection.

It had probably helped that Ansel would scream “No Daddy, don’t beat me!” as this helped Shane prepare for the confrontation with his misbehaving son.

Luke was not a big boy like his brothers, and so it was easy enough for Shane to drag him across his thighs, and crack the dog-whip against Luke’s pink, peach like bottom cheeks, making them red and purple as the whip landed again and again.

Luke, surprisingly didn’t struggle as much as Shane thought he would, he just lay there and cried…but was that his penis hardening against Shane’s thighs?

Luke, for his part was in terrible pain, but on the other hand, he’d been thinking a bit about what it would be like if Merrill Goines would take the belt to him.

He’d also fantasized about being spanked by his Physical Education teacher, perhaps being stripped naked and humiliated before getting a strapping in front of all the boys and girls in the gym…

Oh, and there were the hot guys who took Shop classes and smoked in the parking lot.

One had shot a cigarette butt, nearly missing Luke’s head as he’d walked home one day with his geeky friends.

Yes, and as soon as Luke had gotten into the house he’d masturbated for nearly an hour while fantasizing about being forced to lick the leather guy’s boots, or having the little punks kick him around…

And now Luke’s dad, who was the handsomest man in the neighborhood, had stripped Luke and was giving him a severe whipping!

The dog whip cut Luke’s buttocks and slashed his thighs, and Luke screamed like a banshee.

Shane, Jr. was away at Dartmouth, Buck was in the Navy now, and Ginny was working full time…no one could rescue Luke, and he and Shane were separately okay with that.

After Shane had done a number on Luke’s butt, he turned Luke over and grabbed his cock.

“This goddamned thing is driving your grades down. You had a chance to be a National Merit Scholar, straight A’s only one B since fourth grade, and then this semester, it’s all gone to hell because you want to jerk off all the damn time!”

Shane lifted the dog whip and slashed Luke’s dick, and a searing pain went through Luke’s foreskin. Luke screamed, but kept his hands behind his back. Shane landed the dog whip again, and Luke screamed yet again, but remained motionless.

“Now, Luke” Shane said, throwing the whip down, and taking a small box off the bed where he’d dropped it, “This came in the mail today, and you’re going to put it on, goddamn it!”

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Master’s Bitch Ch. 07

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When I woke, I was being tipped of Master’s lap as he stood up, I moved my head and felt the lead being attached to my collar, I crawled off the sofa, following master, we went to a bedroom, his I assumed. There was a small cage in one corner of the room, and he led me to it, he took off my corset, it was a relief to be able to breathe properly. My collar was not taken off, but I didn’t mind, it wasn’t tight, Master backed me into the cage, and locked the door, I curled up, stuck, and whined at him.

I watched him until he went to his bed, took a blanket, and threw it over my cage to stop me, I whined loudly as I was plunged into darkness, determined that I would not sleep in this tiny box. I whined and threw myself against the sides of the cage, trying to knock it over, I only succeeded in getting master to come and tell me off. He had the riding crop in his hand

“Listen bitch, you can come out, and I will give you 50 straps with this, or you can stay in your cage, shut up, and go to sleep. Which is it going to be?” I shrunk back into the cage, but he grabbed my collar, tugging me out, then, with me still on all fours, he said “Count bitch, and mind you do it carefully, for every time you miscount, you will get two more hits.” Oh dear. I gasped as it came down on my back

“One!”

“One What Whore?!”

“One master!” he lashed me, not rhythmically, but erratically, making it difficult to keep count and more painful, he strapped my whole body, leaving no part of me untouched by the crop, when I finally got to 50, he informed me that I had messed up my counting 5 times, and had therefore earned 10 more hits, but I could choose to have these on my nipples when they were clamped, or on my pussy. I hesitated, unable to decide which would be least painful, then asked for him to hit my nipples, he smiled “with pleasure bitch, roll over!” I did, and lay flat on my back as he clamped my nipples, wincing at the sharp pains and thinking that this might not have been such a good idea. I prepared to count again and he brought the crop down across my nipples, twisting the clamps and making me roll with the pain, I managed to count that one, and then somehow, I survived the other nine.

“Well done slut, now, you may sleep at the end of my bed, or you may sleep in your cage, which is it to be?” I looked at the bed, and he pulled me to it, I crawled up onto the end, curling up there, he got under the sheets, and went to sleep, I was not long in joining him, the day had tired me out.

When I woke, sunlight was streaming through the windows, and Master was sitting up in bed, he snapped his fingers, and I scrambled up the bed towards him still half asleep.

“Breakfast slut.” I took his dick in my mouth, and he stroked my hair, I savoured the slightly salty taste of his precum, and sank on to him until his tip hit the back of my throat, my head bobbed up and down, my ass in the air, enjoying being stroked, I felt Master’s hand stroking my slit, wet already, I wagged my ass as if the tail was still there, and heard him chuckle, then, one hand holding my head down, he thrust into me and came hard, I held his cum in my mouth, Starzbet looking up at him expectantly, and he flipped me onto my back, then, whilst tickling my clit, gave me permission to swallow, I did so gratefully.

Master pulled me onto his lap, and pinched my nipples as he stroked my clit, then the maid came in with a plate of breakfast and rested it on my stomach as if I were a table.

“Make her come.” Master said, he was talking to the maid, she knelt obediently between my legs and bit my thighs, I gasped, trying not to throw Master’s breakfast of my tummy. The maid got to my sex and flicked her tongue up my slit, hardly brushing my clit, she bit my lips, holding them between her teeth and pulling, releasing them slowly, painfully, then without warning she fastened her teeth on my clit, I almost threw master’s breakfast as my back arched, she twisted and tugged, as if trying to bite my clit off, then she let it go, and I gasped again as the blood flowed back, and she began to lap up my juices, cat-like, she rubbed my clit with her tongue from time to time, and sometimes thrust her tongue inside me, clearly enjoying her task and taking her time over it. I felt her nails drag down my legs and shuddered, receiving a slap across the face from master,

“Stay still Slut, or you won’t be allowed to cum.” I tried not to move, and concentrated on gasping with the intense pleasure instead, I could feel my nearness to coming, God I was close, but she took her time, not rushing, flicking, biting, teasing and rubbing with a deliberate slowness that was driving me crazy, I came suddenly, shivering, and trying hard not to at the same time, tensing my muscles in an effort to stay still, my juices flowing into the maid’s mouth, she lapped me clean, almost making me cum again in the process, then got up, and walked out of the room.

All this time, Master had been eating breakfast, and now he put a corner of toast between my lips, I ate it gratefully, and received another, then he took an apple from his bedside table, held it up in front of me, and said,

“Now slut, we’re going to do a bit more training, for every thing you do right, you can have a piece of apple, and for every thing you do wrong, you will get 2 lashes with my crop. Now, on the floor.” He lifted the plate off me and I obediently scrambled onto the floor, “go and find your tail slut, I want you to put it in today.” I found it, and managed, with much gritting of teeth, and using the bedpost, to push it into my ass, I was sure it was larger than it had been yesterday. “Good girl, give me your tongue.” I held out my tongue and he placed a small piece of apple on it, telling me not to eat it. He left the room briefly, and I tried to taste the apple on my tongue without putting it in my mouth, then he came back in and told me to eat it, I did, and then thanked him. “No talking slut” he produced a dildo from behind his back, and rammed it into me, meeting with no resistance in my dripping sex, then he pulled me onto my knees, and said “hold it, let it drop and you’ll get 10 lashes.” I clenched my pussy around the dildo, trying desperately to hold it, but my legs were Starzbet Giriş too far apart, and my pussy too wet, the dildo slipped and fell to the floor, “right, I warned you, now, you will count these, and thank me for each blow, for every mistake you make, we start again, and the number of blows is doubled.” Oh dear, it was very difficult to concentrate on counting when being whipped, the first blow came down across my back,

“One master, thank you.” The second came hard on its heels

“Two master, thank you” There was a pause, as if he were deciding where to strike next, after a minute, he decided on my calves, it hurt, but I thanked him for it, then he brought it down on the tender soles of my feet, I thanked him, and by now I was calling numbers with no idea if they were right or wrong. Then he stopped,

“Wrong number slut, 20 this time, and if you mess up again it’ll be 40.” I swallowed, my body was stinging already. I began to count as he began to beat me, then he stood me up, held my hands above my head against the pole of the four-poster bed, and told me to keep them there. I obeyed, and clenched my teeth between counting the lashes and thanking him for them. My knuckles were white from clutching the pole so tightly, and my whole body was on fire from the lashes.

I don’t remember how long it was before I passed out, but I woke up in the cage, stinging all over, every muscle aching. I started to struggle, I hated this cage, I couldn’t bear being stuffed into this tiny, claustrophobic space. The blanket had been put over the cage, so it was dark, and apart from assuming that I was still in Master’s bedroom, I had no idea where I was, I whined and whimpered, rocking the cage as much as I could, trying desperately to get out, and suddenly the blanket was pulled off and I was almost blinded in the sudden brightness.

I was in the first bedroom, the one full of whips and gags and handcuffs.

The cage door was opened, and a pair of hands dragged me out, lifted my torso onto the desk, and cuffed my wrists to the loops in it. My legs were tied to a spreader bar, and I was gagged. All this happened so quickly that by the time I’d found my voice and started to scream through my gag, suddenly there was a riding crop in front of my face, and I shut up, it was a very clear warning. Unfortunately, I apparently didn’t shut up fast enough, because I felt the crop touch my leg a second before he brought it upwards hard and with scientific precision straight onto my clit. My back arched with the pain, every muscle in my body contracted with the agony, it was beyond screaming, it blinded me totally.

He brought the crop down all over my body, sometimes it was little stinging blows, sometimes they were so hard that the crop should have broken, I was weeping freely and begging incoherently for him to stop when he finally did stop.

He put the crop down in front of me, and I turned my head to watch as he took a medium sized plug off the wall, without any kind of lubrication whatsoever, he began to screw it into my ass, I struggled, trying either to escape or to adjust to its size. It was cold, and felt Starzbet Güncel Giriş like metal, when it was all the way in, he tapped it with his finger, the vibrations went right through me, and I shivered too.

He laughed, and I felt him move forwards towards me, his cock was rock solid, I felt it sliding in my slit a split second before he forced me to take it all, as he pounded me harder and harder, my hips jarring on the edge of the table, he reached around my leg and began to flick my clit.

I struggled again, but for a different reason this time, I was so close, teetering on the edge, when suddenly he stopped, I moaned in disappointment and frustration as he removed his hand, pulled out of me, and removed the gag from my mouth. He untied me then, hooked his fingers into my collar, dragged me over to the bed, and threw me down onto it. He held me down on the bed by the force of his weight, one hand teasing my clit, his teeth teasing my nipples, he took me slowly to the edge of orgasm, then paused, and repeated the process again and again, until the slightest touch anywhere on my body would have pushed me over the edge.

“You belong to me slut, do you understand that?”

“Yes Master!” All I wanted to do was come, my head was spinning from the lack of blood caused by his teasing.

“That means that I can do whatever I want to you.” I didn’t answer. “And you must obey me totally, do whatever I want, without hesitation. You will never resist me, never complain or protest, if I want to whore you out to my friends, you will please them and do whatever they want, but you are mine, my slave, my property, and you must always obey me. Do you understand me?”

The promise of an orgasm was slipping away, blood returning to my brain, I had forgotten where I was, loosing myself in the pleasure, now I returned to earth, held to the bed by a sadist called Master. I started to struggle again, desperate to get home. “You can’t escape slut.” He was right, I was struggling as hard as I could, and it didn’t seem to make a difference to him, he hardly noticed!

“Who do you belong to whore!” I didn’t answer, I just struggled, he reached a hand down and flicked my clit, I shivered, and stopped struggling.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You master.” It came out as a whisper.

“Good girl, that’s better. What can master do to you Raven?”

“Anything Master.”

“That’s right, I can do anything I want to you. Do you want to come slut?”

“Yes Master.” He chuckled, and bit hard on my nipple. My back arched and my muscles tensed with the pain, and then with pleasure as he thrust three fingers in and out of my dripping sex, not fast, but hard, I could feel my orgasm building, but he was so careful, it was an agonisingly slow road, I begged him, tears spilling from my eyes to fuck me, harder, faster! Oh god! He kept going, not changing pace, just thrusting his fingers into me, his thumb hitting my clit, and sending shivers through my body every time.

I couldn’t stand it, I was thrashing about on the bed, trying to fuck his fingers back, the frustration of not being allowed to come was driving me wild, I couldn’t bear it! Suddenly he started going faster, and faster, until finally I found my whole body shivering, coming in his hand. We lay, panting on the bed, until we fell asleep, a collar round my neck and a smile on my face, I could get used to this…

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Mark’s Butt Slut, Best Friend’s Wife

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This is a story about two adulterous lovers and stands on its own. Their characters, however, appeared in two of my stories, My Niece Anne, My Sister Denise and My Niece Anne, My Sister Denise Ch. 02. It is not necessary to read them, and don’t if you have any objection to incest, but they will fill out some of the references made in this story as well as the fate of the protagonists, Mark and Laura.

This story is an entry in the 2018 Winter Holidays Story Contest. Please vote if you enjoyed the story. This story could fit in many categories: Loving Wives, Anal and BDSM.

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“Lisa invited me to stay with her next week when you guys go hunting,” Laura told her husband Jimmy. “I can get some Christmas shopping done in the city.”

“That sounds good,” her husband replied. “That would be a good way for you two to get to know each other better.”

James Howard Jr. and Mark Wilson had been friends since they were roommates during their first year at Rutgers University. Jimmy came from a small town in northwestern New Jersey near the Delaware River and Mark from the upper class suburb of Upper Saddle River. Despite their different backgrounds, and very different personalities, they bonded and enjoyed each other’s company, especially exploring each other’s perspectives.

Mark was the aggressive, competitive, ambitious Type A personality whereas Jimmy was highly disciplined, calm, reasonable Type B. During the wild college years, Jimmy kept their antics in check when Mark wanted to go to extremes. After graduating, Mark embarked on a career in the high powered, high stress world of Wall Street and became a successful stockbroker; Jimmy went on to become an electrical engineer for a manufacturing firm.

“Lisa seems really nice,” Laura stated. “She seems a good match for Mark, calm and collected.”

“Yea, Mark needs that,” Jimmy confirmed. “Mark’s never been hunting before, so I hope he doesn’t go wild with a gun in his hand,” he added.

“You always keep him in check,” Laura replied to her husband’s comment. Laura was glad that the two couples were not doing something together again. It was better for the boys and girls to do separate things they enjoyed.

“You always seem a little nervous around Mark,” Jimmy commented further. “I know sometimes he can be a bit over-the-top.”

It wasn’t that, Laura thought. She didn’t want to betray the complicated relationship she had with her husband’s best friend so she went to change the mood. Laura reached over and embraced her husband, landing a passionate kiss on his lips.

“I need that fat cock of yours in my pussy,” she whispered in her husband’s ear as she dragged him upstairs to the bedroom. Sensually, she undressed in a slow dance, peeling off one article of clothing after another, teasing her husband. He watched as his arousal stretched the front of his pants. Completely naked, Laura knelt in front of him and released Jimmy’s erection from the tension inside the denim.

As Jimmy undressed the rest of the way, Laura took his cock in her mouth and bathed it sloppily with her saliva. She then pushed her lusciously large breasts around her husband’s rod and slid up and down on it, dribbling spit to keep it lubricated.

“God, your cock feels so nice on my tits,” she moaned. She knew this would drive Jimmy to a point where he had to feel the warmth of her vagina. Laura wasn’t quite ready so she felt a slight pain when Jimmy threw her on the bed and abruptly thrust himself into her. Luckily, his thick cock was still coated in her slick saliva, which eased sting. A few short minutes later Jimmy was about to explode his seed into her.

“Oh god, YES,” Laura screamed out as she feigned an orgasm. Jimmy laid in bet, spent from his orgasm, while Laura went to the bathroom to clean herself up. For Laura, this was just a game to please her loving husband. That night, as the married couple laid in bed, Laura slid her fingers to her pussy and started to fantasize about her lover.

It began with Mark two and half years ago at her wedding to Jimmy. Mark, the best man, danced with Laura, the bride. “You have the nicest ass,” Mark whispered in her ear as they slow danced. “Someday it is going to be mine,” he told her. Laura blushed and at the same time felt warm and wet from arousal. “You will be my slut,” Mark affirmed. Laura melted.

Two days after Jimmy and Laura returned from their honeymoon in the Caribbean, Laura got a text from Mark. “Room 212, Holiday Inn, I-80 exit seventy-six, noon,” it read. Jimmy was back at work and it would be another two weeks before she had to go back to teaching school.

Laura sat in the car in the parking lot of the Holiday Inn. Her pussy was sopping wet from the excitement, the fear and the unknown. Her mind was conflicted. She shouldn’t be here, she was married. Her body betrayed her mind, she felt compelled to obey Mark; it was more than desire.

The door to Room 212 was slightly ajar when she entered. Mark grabbed her by the waist as he closed the door Starzbet and turned the deadbolt to insure their privacy.

“I’m…mm.. not… sure,” Laura stammered. Mark broke her off with a passionate kiss to the lips.

“You are safe with me,” he reassured her. “Take your clothes off,” he commanded. Laura began to strip, she was wearing a sundress which she let fall to the floor. Laura unclasped her bra and let her beautiful round, large breasts flop out, her nipples erect.

She bent over to remove her panties and stepped out of them along with the dress. This beautiful, blonde haired, curvaceous woman stood silently displaying herself to her soon to be lover and master. Her shaven pussy, glistening with the wetness that had been building in her for hours now as she anticipated the moment before her.

Mark bent down, picked up Laura’s panties, and put them to his nose. “Ahhh, you smell like a goddess,” he complimented. Mark approached her and slid two fingers into her pussy. That elicited a gasp from Laura. He pulled his fingers out and licked them, savoring her nectar. “And you taste divine,” he added.

Mark removed a pair of handcuffs from a bag he had sitting on the dresser. He put them on Laura’s wrists, tying her arms behind her. Mark gently lowered Laura to her knees and stood in front of her. He unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to his ankles along with his boxer shorts. His erection waving in Laura’s face.

Mark was as long as Jimmy, Laura’s husband, but not nearly as thick. Mark didn’t need to say anything, instinctively Laura wrapped her lips around Mark’s shaft. She began bobbing up and down on him, her tongue sliding along the underside of his cock. Mark grabbed her hair and ordered her to go all the way down. Laura gagged slightly until she got used to the sensation of a cock against her throat. She came up for air.

“Suck my cock you slut,” Mark tormented her. Laura kept going as Mark’s balls tightened up and he was about to explode his semen down her throat. His first shot took Laura by surprise, gagging her. She pulled back abruptly, so Mark stroked his cock as he finished spilling his seed on Laura’s face and hair.

Laura smiled as she spoke. “Did you like that Master?” she asked, accepting that she was now his submissive cocksucking slut.

“Yes, I did,” he responded as he removed the handcuffs and helped her up. “You are a fantastic cocksucker,” he added. Mark opened a bottle of water for each of them and directed Laura to clean up her face.

Laura returned to the bed and Mark slapped her ass. “First I am going to eat your lovely pussy and then fuck your beautiful ass,” he informed her as he pushed her down onto the bed and spread her legs wide. Laura had never felt so aroused in her life as when Mark expertly licked and sucked her to an orgasm.

“Holy fuck,” Laura cried out as Mark’s tongue worked its magic on her swollen love button, his fingers rapidly rubbing her spongy g-spot. “Oh Fuck,” she screamed again as her body bucked and trembled; the orgasm consuming her from head to toe.

Mark let her rest a few minutes to catch her breath and calm down. “Oh my god, Master Mark,” she began. “I have never had an orgasm like that in my life,” she confessed.

“And the best is still to come my wonderful slut,” Mark responded.

Mark rolled Laura over and ordered her to hands and knees. Slap, he spanked her leaving a red hand mark on her right cheek. Then he gently massaged both cheeks. Spreading her cheeks apart Mark put his face down and began rimming her little butt hole, eliciting moans from his submissive lover.

Mark lined the tip of his blood gorged penis to the sloppy wet lips of Laura’s pussy. He entered her slowly, his cock bathing in her hot juices. He poured some lube on his fingers and her sphincter. Easily and gently he worked one finger, then two into her virgin ass.

Mark slowly fucked Laura’s pussy as he plied her opening, loosening up the tight muscles. “Relax now, ” he told her as he pulled his cock, lubricated by her natural juices, out of her pussy and placed the mushroom head on her tight butt hole.

“This might hurt a little at first but the pain will give way to pleasure as I fill your rectum with my cock,” he informed her. Slowly he entered her butt until the head was completely in. Laura relaxed as she got accustomed to the sensation of a cock penetrating her butt. As Laura began to let go of her tight muscles, Mark pushed in slowly until he was buried to his balls.

“Does it feel alright?” Mark asked.

“Yes. It’s starting to feel good,” Laura replied as the pain subsided and Mark’s cock filling her rectum became very pleasurable.

“I’ll start slow,” Mark assured her. “Tell me how you want it,” he told her.

As Mark pumped his cock in and out of Laura’s stretched butt hole, she moaned from the awesome sensation she felt in her rectum. She reached down and began rubbing her clit in pace with Mark’s thrusting. She needed to build to a quicker and harder Starzbet Giriş pace.

“Fuck harder,” she yelled at him. “Your slut needs to be fucked like you mean it,” she screamed at him.

Mark slapped her cheeks as he pushed harder and harder into her. “Fuck YES,” Laura screamed. Mark had pushed her off her knees and was now laying on top of her, thrusting his hips, pushing his cock deep into her.

The muscles in Laura’s bowels squeezed tight as Mark pumped his sperm in her with several strong thrusts. Mark’s sweaty body laid on hers for a minute until she squeezed his cock out of her butt. He rolled off her and laid still trying to recover from the exhilarating ass pummeling.

“My god. That is so fucking fantastic,” Laura said to her new butt master. “Thank you Master,” she went on. “I never knew sex could be so intoxicating.”

“You have to let Jimmy fuck you,” Mark instructed her. “But your ass is mine. Do you understand my butt slut?”

“Yes Master,” Laura responded. “You own my ass.”

That was how Mark and Laura began their adulterous affair.

******

On the third day into the hunting trip with Jimmy and a couple of his friends, Mark received a text from Laura. “Lisa called in to work. Emergency at the hospital. Can you get away?”

“Call my phone. Pretend you are a client and you need me to advise on a big stock acquisition.” Mark texted back.

Jimmy had already bagged his doe on the second day and was going to help Mark acquire some hunting skills that cold late November day. Everyone was waiting for it to warm up a little, and recover a little more from drinking late into the night as was customary on these hunting expeditions, when Mark’s phone rang.

“You were supposed to turn that fucking thing off,” scolded one of Jimmy’s friends on the hunting trip.

“What? They were supposed to report high earnings.” Was heard on Mark’s end of the conversation. “That’s a three million dollar deal.” “Hang on. Don’t be rash.” “I’ll get that info to you as soon as I get back to my computer.”

Mark put away his phone, looked at the other guys and apologized. He explained it was an important client and he needed to get to his office and would return that evening.

“Meet at apartment.” Mark texted Laura. Mark had rented an apartment discreetly where he and Laura could meet when they had the opportunity. They furnished their love nest with toys and equipment to engage in some exotic BDSM.

Laura got there first. She stripped and waited patiently in the installed sex swing for her Master. She had a vibrator working her pussy as she waited for her Master.

“I need to shower first,” Mark told her when he walked in the door. “It gets a little raw out there in a cabin in the woods over a few days,” he explained. Laura jumped off the swing and accompanied her Master into the shower. When Mark was good and clean, Laura put some lube in her butt hole and some on Mark’s growing cock and begged, “Fuck my slut ass, Master. Please, fuck my slutty ass.”

Mark didn’t hesitate to push his cock into Laura’s hole. “Slut. I’m going to fuck your ass till you scream.” Mark furiously pounded himself into Laura until she screamed; not to stop, but screams of pleasure as her orgasms climaxed. Laura could barely stay on her feet, her hands bracing herself against the tile shower wall as Mark relentlessly pushed his cock into her rectum forcefully. Mark grabbed her wet hair to hold on as he pumped his cum into her bowels.

“Thank you Master,” Laura said to him as she took a wash cloth to clean Mark’s cum dripping from her butt hole.

“I’m not done with you, slut,” Mark said as he spanked her wet ass. “Dry yourself off and get in bed,” he ordered her.

“Yes Master,” Laura replied.

Mark tied Laura’s wrists and ankles to the restraints on the bed leaving her spread open and vulnerable. He attached clamps to her nipples and tugged on them until she whimpered slightly. He straddled himself over her head and lowered himself down until his balls rested on her lips.

“Suck my balls,” he commanded. Laura took the entire sack in her mouth and used her tongue to massage his testicles. “That’s it bitch,” he said to her as he pressed a vibrator on her clit, driving her crazy.

“What does your fucking pussy want, slut?” he tormented her, slapping her swollen labia.

“Your big cock, Master,” Laura responded releasing his balls from her mouth.

Mark shoved his cock in her mouth and tugged on the chains of the nipple clamps.

“Suck on it,” he demanded. Laura’s eyes teared from the pain emanating from her nipples. Mark’s cock got hard again. He pulled away from Laura and released the straps on her ankles. Bending her legs back he mounted her, driving his cock into her pussy, fiercely fucking her.

Laura quickly succumbed to the pain and the pleasure, her body seized by a wave of orgasms, each one more intense then the last. She could hardly catch her breath to scream as Mark frantically pounded Starzbet Güncel Giriş her.

Mark felt his orgasm coming so he pulled out, stroked his cock and ejaculated all over Laura’s face. Mark grabbed his phone and took a picture of Laura’s cum and tear covered face. “Look at that, slut,” he said showing her the picture. “Don’t you look like a satisfied cum whore,” he teased.

Mark released Laura from the restraints and nipple clamps, gently wiping her face clean, he then embraced his lover with a passionate kiss.

“That was awesome,” Laura told him after a few minutes of recovery. “You were fantastic,” she complimented him.

“Any ideas what you want Santa to get you for Christmas?” Mark asked.

“I’ve been fantasizing about double penetration,” Laura replied. “I love the way you fuck my ass and I want to try it with a dick in my pussy as well,” she went on. “Any possibility you could find someone discreetly to join us?”

“Maybe,” Mark pondered. “There are a couple of guys at the brokerage who are always bragging about their conquests.”

“When can we do it?” Laura asked.

“How about Christmas Eve? Is Jimmy working? It’s a Monday,” Mark proposed.

“Yes. But it will have to be early,” Laura responded. “We are going to Jimmy’s parents’ house for dinner. Jimmy’s sister, Anne is coming out from Arizona and his mom is planning a big dinner.”

“Let’s plan on it for the morning then,” Mark said. “Give you a little time to calm down and recover,” he stated.

Mark got up and dressed. “I better be getting back to the hunting party,” he said. “Your husband was disappointed I left. He wanted to show me his great hunting skills today.”

*****

“You seem especially excited this morning,” Jimmy said to his wife Laura as she served him breakfast the morning of Christmas Eve.

“I guess I’m just in the holiday mood,” Laura responded realizing she needed to hide her enthusiastic anticipation for her upcoming ‘gift’ from Mark. She quickly change the subject. “I hope there isn’t a lot of traffic later,” she commented. “You need to get home in time so we can go to your parents for dinner tonight,” she stated.

“I’ll try and slip out a little early,” Jimmy responded. “The office was planning a little party but I’m not going to hang around and drink.”

“That’s good. I don’t want you driving after a couple drinks,” she said. “It’s too dangerous,” Laura concluded.

An hour later, Laura was on the road to meet her adulterous lover and his coworker who he solicited for her Christmas fantasy. Mark and Eric were already at the apartment when she arrived.

“Laura, this is Eric,” Mark introduced the man who was about to help her fulfill a desire.

“Hi Eric,” Laura said as she hugged him and gave him a little kiss on his cheek.

“Nice to meet you,” Eric responded with a little nervousness in his voice.

“Eric has never been in a threesome before,” Mark explained. “So, let’s make him feel comfortable.”

“I can do that,” Laura offered herself. She gave him a kiss on his lips and placed his hand on her left tit. Laura reached down and felt the bulge beginning to grow in his pants. “Help me out of all these layers of clothing,” she whispered in Eric’s ear. Eric obliged and pulled her sweater up over her head. He then unbuttoned her blouse, which Laura removed and threw on the chair nearby.

“Do you like my tits?” Laura asked him as she unclasped her bra and let it slide off.

“They are beautiful,” Eric responded as he watched Laura push her left breast up, her tongue licking her nipple.

“Why don’t you give them a taste?” Laura offered seductively as she continued to rub the bulge in Eric’s crotch. Eric enthusiastically licked and sucked on Laura’s luscious breasts . “Laura, you should suck Eric off so he lasts longer for the main event,” Mark suggested. Laura helped Eric out of his pants and boxer shorts and sat him down on the sofa. On her knees in front of him, Laura admired Eric’s manhood before taking him in her mouth.

“You’re even thicker than my husband,” she commented. “Your dick is going to feel good stretching my pussy.” Laura resumed bobbing up and down on Eric’s fat rod.

“I’m going to cum,” Eric warned but Laura didn’t react; she kept sliding her lips and tongue up and down his shaft and he pumped a huge load into her mouth. Laura opened her mouth and displayed Eric’s white, creamy load of sperm to Mark before swallowing.

Laura and Eric finished undressing, joining Mark in the bedroom where he was already naked, warming a jar of coconut oil in a water bath. Laura bent over the bed and Mark spanked her butt cheek.

“Laura likes a little pain,” Mark explained to Eric. “Slap her butt,” he instructed his coworker. After a half dozen spanks, Eric turned Laura around and placed her on the bed with her legs spread apart. Mark rubbed and slapped her pussy a few times, then shoved a vibrator inside her while he rubbed and pinched her swollen clit.

“Pinch her nipples,” Mark told Eric. “She likes them pinched hard,” he explained. Mark noticed that Eric was enjoying inflicting a dose of pain, Eric’s cock had fully recovered. After ten minutes of warming Laura up, Mark was ready to see her Christmas wish come to fruition.

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