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Joy left the Headmaster’s office, her mind in turmoil. Her ass still stung from the spankings, her pussy was still wet from the Headmaster’s strong fingers, her nipples still hard and erect. She also remembered the Headmaster’s hard on in his pants and the pain on his face as he was obviously in need of relief.

Surely he enjoyed it? But why did he quit? Maybe she just imagined his hard-on and wanted him to do more. She was so confused and horny. All Joy wanted to do was to get back to her dorm and relieve the sexual tension that was building in her body and crying for release. She could never remember feeling this horny and picked up her pace for the dorm.

As Joy rounded the corner heading for the door she ran into Mrs Kneed. Miss Kneed gave her a wicked smile, “Well, if it isn’t Miss Goody Two Shoes”. “I hope Headmaster Johnston has taught you the proper way to address your Professors here at Shaddwick”. “I am going to his office to make sure you understand the dire position you are in Joy”. Joy hated this bitch for her evil smile and breaking into her thoughts once again and delaying her from getting home alone so that she could relive the moments in the Headmasters office. “I’m sorry Miss Kneed” Joy mumbled out and headed quickly for the door.

Meanwhile, Headmaster Johnston had his hard cock in hand, slowly rubbing it from base to tip, his mind flashing back to his time with Joy. He thought of her perfectly rounded ass, her red thong, her wet tight pussy and hard nipples and how she kept pushing her pussy against his fingers after every spanking. The more he thought, the harder he stroked until all he could see was Joy’s perfect ass, her pussy, her tits….harder and harder he stroked until he came harder than he had for years. This is a special girl he thought, remembering how wet she was….how she left the office somewhat confused…wanting more…Although his cock wanted more, his mind was blinking red alert. This is not the way a Headmaster should act he told himself.

Before he had time to collect his thoughts, and stuff his cock in his pants, Miss Kneed stormed through the door. “Headmaster Johnston, that Joy is more than a hand full”. “I can not take her Miss Goody Two Shoes attitude any longer” Headmaster Johnston sat calmly, while he stared down Miss Kneed. “She cheats, she talks back to me, and she lies. What are you going to do about her”?

Headmaster Johnston calmly kept staring at Miss Kneed until she ran out of things to say. As his calm but direct stare continued, Miss Kneed started to squirm and wring her hands like all the other girls the Headmaster has had to punish. The longer he sat calmly the more Miss Kneed became uncomfortable. Whiles still calmly staring Miss Kneed down, he noticed her breasts heave, her nipples harden. Could she be an ally or a foe? It was all too much for him. While he watched her squirm, he decided to play it safe. ‘Mrs Kneed, I thank you for concern, but I will dole out the punishment here as I see fit. If you have a problem with Joy again, send her to my office. Do you understand Miss Kneed?”

“Yes sir I do”. “I only hope you and I can work together on this and help Joy out. She is a talent not to be wasted”. As she spoke this Miss Kneed stood up, put her hands on the Headmasters desk showing her large, well-rounded breasts. “Anything I can to sir. Just let me know”. With that, Miss Kneed left with a wink and a sass-shaying of her nice rounded mature ass. Again, the Headmaster’s thoughts were in a state of confusion. How much he wanted Joy. Would Miss Kneed impede on this, or would she be the ally he needed?

Joy rushed back to her dorm in a state of confusion. She rode the elevator up to floor three and quickly made her way to her room. Thankfully, her roommate was out. Joy swiftly removed her red thong and short skirt. She walked up to the full length mirror and stood sideways, looking at her ass one cheek at a time, still red from the Headmasters spankings. Slowly she ran her hands over her ass caressing the firm round globes. She went to her vanity and picked out a bottle of body lotion and slowly spread it over her flaming buttocks. Relief came quickly to her ass as she slowly spread the lotion. Joy noticed her pussy getting wet and slowly moved her well greased hands from her ass to her wet pussy. While caressing her ass with one hand she slowly started to rub her outer thighs with the other. Joy applied more lotion, now slowly rubbing the lotion onto her inner thighs as well. She could feel her ass cheeks cooling down as her pussy was getting hotter.

The more she caressed herself, the hotter she became. Joy felt her nipples harden and removed her matching red bra. As her nipples felt the cool air of the dorm room they became even more erect. Joy moved one hand slowly up from her pussy to her aching nipples. As she xslot pinched and rubbed her hard nipples, she kept thinking about Headmaster Johnston, his funereal look, his eyes, his hard-on.

Joy fell on her bed, her fingers moving slowly from her hard nipples to her wet pussy. The wetter Joy got, the more she thought about Headmaster Johnston. As one hand found a hard nipple the other found a wet pussy. No boy had ever made Joy feel this way. The more she rubbed her pussy and hard nipples the more she thought about Headmaster Johnston, his stern look, his big hands spanking her ass, his hard cock wanting release from his pants.

Joy’s fingers had a mind of their own as they found spots Joy had never found. Fingers flew to hard nipples, wet pussy, a reddened ass. As Joy became bolder she pinched her hard nipples, she placed a finger into her wet pussy and moaned with relief. Joy felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter and her clit coming out to greet her fingers.

Joy’s attention was now on her pussy. Where one finger used to work, she now needed two. While she fingered herself she thought about the Headmaster, how he touched her, how hard his cock must get while he spanked her.

Joy’s breathing grew deep and heavy as she played with herself. “God…I am going to cum…spank me please…make me cum Headmaster, please”.

Dick Johnston sat at home fighting his demons. He wanted that young girl Joy but he also knew he needed his job. Joy’s parents were big alumni and put much money in Shaddwick’s coffers, which made the Headmaster look good. What would they think if their daughter became his newest toy? Surely, he would lose his job and what would become of Shaddwick? He believed in this school and the teachers. What of Miss Kneed, what was her angle? All the trouble seemed to start in her class.

All the girls that he as ever punished have come from her class now that he thought about it. A sly smile showed on his face as he remembered Joy and her young panties, her firm young ass, her wet pussy, her tight ass, and her well-rounded globes. His cock grew harder as thoughts of Joy and the other girls he has punished ran through his mind. He started stroking his cock harder and faster knowing all is well at Shaddwick and tomorrow will be business as usual.

Joy entered Miss Kneed class. Instead of sitting up front as usual, she sat in back next to Tony. Wearing an old high school uniform pleated checkered skirt, white blouse, and white socks, her hair in ponytails she looked just like a young elementary student instead of the college student she was. Tony thanked her for coming to his defense but he could not sleep last night because he thought that she got into trouble because of him. As they sat in the back of the room, giggling, Miss Kneed entered the room.

“Good Morning class” Miss Kneed noted the empty chair usually occupied by Joy. Her smile turned into a frown when she spotted Joy sitting in back next to Tony. So this is the way it’s going to be, she thinks. Fine, I will teach Miss Goody Two Shoes another lesson. “Class, lets start with yesterday’s lesson. Tony, we will start with you. What is the answer to problem number one in your homework?”

Tony stuttered and gave the wrong answer. “Nice try, Einstein. Maybe a pop quiz is in order”. The class groans as Miss Kneed hands out the quiz. Joy felt Miss Kneed’s eyes on her as she quickly filled out the quiz and turned it upside down. She looked at Tony and watched him struggle with the quiz and felt bad for him.

Miss Kneed also watched Tony struggle with the quiz. An evil smile crept across her face as a plan formulated in her wicked mind. “Class, please turn in your quiz sheets and study today’s lesson while I grade these.”

As she thought Tony’s quiz went from his usual D or F to an A. His answers matched Joys exactly, Miss Kneed made sure of that. Miss Kneed allowed herself a smile as she taught today’s lecture. When she dismissed the class, she asked Joy to stay. With a smug grin on her face, she asked if Joy had helped Tony out on the quiz.

“No Miss Kneed” Joy responded.

“Really Joy, then how did Tony have the exact same answers as you?”

“I don’t know,” came the answer. Perhaps she was a bit short, but she was not in the mood to argue when she knew she had no chance in being heard.

“Well Joy, I feel we need to go to the Headmaster’s office. As you know, cheating is not allowed here at Shaddwick.”

Joy was a bundle of nerves as Miss Kneed escorted her to the Headmaster’s office. Miss Kneed thought that her plan had fallen into place. She watched headmaster Johnston’s face as she dragged the reluctant Joy into the Headmaster’s office.

As always, Headmaster Johnston is dressed in black except for his heavily starched white shirt. His eyes move calmly xslot Giriş between Joy and Miss Kneed. He could not decide who was more nervous, Joy or Miss Kneed. Miss Kneed became nervous as she broke the silence. Slowly she recanted the day’s events. Joy had sat next to Tony to help him, Tony who always does so badly in her class has an A on the test and amazingly, the answers on the two tests are identical.

“That will be all Miss Kneed,” Headmaster Johnston said in a calm voice.

“But Headmaster Johnston, I expect to be here for Joy’s punishment. This calls for expulsion from our university! She has been caught cheating, twice.”

Headmaster Johnston felt the sexual need in Miss Kneed and knew he had an ally, not a foe. He also saw Joy nervously shuffling her feet, looking up at Miss Kneed and himself. “That will be all Miss Kneed; I will give you a full report when my interview with Joy is over.”

Looking at the Headmaster’s face, Miss Kneed knew she was dismissed. “I will need a full report for my records Headmaster,” Miss Kneed replied as she slowly walked out of the Headmaster’s office.

“Sit down Joy”. Joy took her usual seat across from the Headmaster’s desk. Joy was wearing her old high school uniform, which she has outgrown. A pleated skirt, white blouse, no bra, white knee high stockings with black and white saddle shoes and clean white panties.

Again Headmaster Johnston calmly looked her over.

As she squirmed in her chair, Headmaster Johnston broke the silence. “Joy, expulsion from school is required for the second time caught cheating. Why did you do it?”

“But I did not cheat, if anyone did it was Tony, you heard her, he always fails the tests and this time he had an A,” she quickly responded.

“Yes, but you allowed him to cheat young lady. Do you want to stay at Shaddwick Joy, or face expulsion?” Headmaster Johnston asked.

“Headmaster, I can not face expulsion, my parents would kill me. You know how they feel about this school. I will do anything to stay at Shaddwick” Joy replied looking the Headmaster in the eye, “anything,” she repeated.

Headmaster Johnston sat back in his chair thinking this will work, I have this young lady just where I want her. Miss Kneed would back him up, of that he was certain. He felt a stir in his groin as his cock started to stiffen. Today is going to be a great day he thought. This young woman is mine.

While the Headmaster was calmly putting his plan together, Joy was doing the same. She slumped lower in her chair allowing her pleated skirt to rise up, knowing that Headmaster Johnston would catch glimpses of her white panties.

“Joy, your punishment will be the same. Get up off your chair put your hands on the desk.”

“Yes Headmaster Johnston, please don’t kick me out of Shaddwick”. Joy then got out of her chair and approached the Headmasters desk. She put her hands on the desk, her head down, legs spread and her ass up. Her position felt different this time, she was very nervous and felt that he was getting braver, perhaps this time he would do more than just spank and finger fuck her. Maybe this was the time that he would find relief in her instead of the hand that he was sure he used.

Headmaster Johnston got up and slowly stood next to Joy. He saw a young girl with her head down, ass up, waiting for his touch. He stood behind Joy; her skirt was so short that he could see her very white panties, slowly lifted her pleated skirt up onto her back and for a moment saw himself staring. What a perfect ass it was, two well-rounded globes encased in virgin white panties. Now, he thought, he wanted to feel her pussy walls as they grabbed his cock, he did not want this one to end as all the others. He needed her.

His cock grew harder as he took in the sight. “Joy, remove your panties.” Joy slowly slipped her panties down her legs and kicked them away, never leaving her vulnerable position. She lifted the skirt back up, Headmaster Johnston slowly rubbed his hand over Joy’s perfect young ass. He felt Joy pushing her ass back into his hands.

Standing beside Joy, his angle was perfect. SMACK, the first slap came hard against Joy’s ass. Then came the second slap. Joy’s ass vibrated with happiness and she met each slap. The harder the Headmaster slapped, the more Joy shoved her ass back into the Headmasters hand. The harder he spanked Joy the harder his cock got.

Joy kept pushing her ass back to the Headmasters hands. Headmaster Johnston could not take any more. He wanted Joy right now. He started rubbing Joy’s ass. His hands moved to her inner thighs, then to her wet pussy, first one finger, then two. Joy kept her head down and her ass up as she enjoyed the Headmaster’s fingers, playing with her cunt and clit making every inch of her body began to tremble xslot Güncel Giriş and shake.

As Headmaster Johnston continued playing with Joy’s wet pussy he watched her red ass twitch and squirm. With the next spanking he pushed his fingers deeper into Joy’s wet pussy. He could now hear Joy’s moans and feel her body tremble as she slowly started fucking his finger. In amazement, he felt Joys body move back and forth

The more Joy moaned, the harder the Headmaster got. Another spank was administered as another finger was inserted into Joy’s wet cunt. The Headmaster could hear his fingers squishing in and out of Joy’s wet pussy, as her moans grew louder and her firm young ass kept backing hard into his fingers, he was sure it was not his finger that she wanted to feel. This outfit showed and innocent youth, but her body showed a young lady. Damn she was hot.

“Joy, are you sure you will do anything to stay at Shaddwick”, the Headmaster said.

“Yes Headmaster, anything, my parents would disown me if I were expelled. Do to me as you see fit to show me how to be a good student” replied Joy.

Headmaster Johnston could take it no longer. Joy was elated as she heard his zipper and belt. He removed his hard cock from his pants and slowly entered Joy from behind. One inch at a time, his cock slowly entered Joy’s wet pussy. Joy started to whimper and moan in relief and push her body back against the Headmasters hard cock. Both of them moaning loudly for they knew that the relief which they both wanted was about to come.

“Are you a naughty girl” the Headmaster mumbled.

“YES.” screamed Joy.

“And do you need to be punished?” the Headmaster asked, as he slowly added another inch of his hard cock into Joy’s wet pussy.

“Yes, Oh Yes. More please” Joy moaned in lust.

Another slap to Joy’s ass was followed by another inch of hard cock into wet pussy. The Headmaster did not know how long he could last with this perfect ass below and greeting his cock inch by inch.

Joy was in heaven. She had the Headmaster where she wanted him. His hard cock entering her wet cunt nice and slow, she knew he would want more and she wanted more too. She could hear the Headmaster’s heavy breathing as she slowly pushed her ass back into his hard cock. As more cocked entered her wet pussy she spread her legs wider. The Headmaster firmly held Joy’s hips and slowly eased his hard cock all the way into her pussy until his heavy balls were resting against Joy’s firm pussy lips.

There was no turning back now. Both knew that. No words were spoken as the Headmaster slowly started to fuck Joy. His hard cock moved freely in and out of Joy’s wet pussy, his hands now gripping her hips, pulling her to him with every thrust. In this they found their pace.

“Fuck me harder, please do me harder, make me cum,” Joy panted.

Headmaster Johnston could not take it any longer. He grabbed Joy’s hips and drove himself harder and deeper into her hot folds. He heard Joy scream and moan as his heavy balls slapped against her hard ass.

“Make me cum…Make me cum” Joy yelled out. “God I am going to cum” Joy panted out. As Joy came, Headmaster Johnston gave a heavy grunt, pulled out his cock and exploded all over Joy’s ass.

Headmaster Johnston fell into his chair exhausted. Joy remained leaning against the desk, exhausted but still wanting more. Headmaster Johnston, trying to regain his thoughts, quickly zipped up his pants told Joy to get dressed, then showed Joy the door. “I hope you have learned your lesson young lady”. Suppressing a smile, Joy slowly got dressed showing Headmaster Johnston all the pleasures of her young body, knowing full well that her stay at Shaddwick would be long lasting and enjoyable. She had the Headmaster by the balls and they both knew it.

As Joy left the office white panties in hand she heard a noise off to her right. Inwardly she smiled as she saw Miss Kneed sprawled on the office sofa in a rather none prim recline. Was Miss Kneed attempting to push some rather huge breasts back into her blouse while at the same time trying to smooth her long skirt back into place?

Feeling cocky Joy asked, “Is that you Miss Kneed? Are you feeling ok?”

Miss Kneed tried to gather herself together, smoothing a item of clothing here and there, as she tried to gain some authority. Be darned these young vixens she thought, I could make them into young and proper ladies. ‘Oh, is that you Joy? I am just waiting to talk to Headmaster Johnston and see if you have learned a final lesson or if expulsion is the next step.

“Good luck Miss Kneed” Joy giggled as she swayed and strutted her way out of the office tossing her white panties at Miss Kneed.

“Good luck to you as well my little sweetie”, replied Miss Kneed. “I am sure your stay here at Shaddwick is rather short.”

“We will see what the headmaster has to say.” Miss Kneed said with her evil grin as she entered the Headmasters office.

Oh Miss Kneed you don’t now what you have in store, thought Joy as she headed for her dorm.

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Jake would be arriving any moment, so I quickly glanced around the room to make sure all was as it should be. When we’d parted ways the weekend before, he’d given me specific instructions about how to prepare for our next project – today’s project – painting the dining room. And after the lessons I’d learned in our first encounter, I wasn’t about to disappoint him. Not only did I have a lot to learn about painting, there was also still a great deal he could teach me about the potential for pleasure.

So the ladder was in one corner, ready to help us reach the trim along the ceiling. I’d removed all of the furniture except for the dining table, which remained in the center of the room, covered with a drop cloth and serving as a work table. Cans of paint, brushes, and rollers were neatly stacked there. I had also brought out all of the other supplies I’d been conned into buying at the hardware store – although I had learned last week I didn’t really need them to paint effectively, I was hoping Jake might have some additional creative uses for them.

Everything was ready, I thought to myself, as I wiped my brow, suddenly aware of how much I was sweating on this hot summer morning. Already scantily clad in a fitted t-shirt and shorts, I had no room to undress further, so instead went into the kitchen to put some cool water on a wash cloth. Jake knocked on screen door while I was still in the kitchen, and I hollered for him to come on in. I gave him a broad smile as we met in the dining room, but his smile quickly turned to a frown as he watched me pat my forehead and cheeks with the damp cloth.

“What’s wrong, princess, are you too warm?”

“Well, just a little. It’s supposed to hit 90 today, and I guess I got a little overheated moving furniture and carrying painting supplies in from the shed out back.”

“I appreciate your diligence, everything does look to be prepared just as I asked. But I have trouble understanding how you can be overwhelmed with heat, wearing that skimpy little outfit, while I’m perfectly comfortable over here in my usual attire?”

“Hmm, maybe in addition to the warm weather, I’m also a little hot and bothered thinking about your visit today?”

“Again, Ashley, a little patience wouldn’t hurt now and then.” There was a smile in his voice, but his expression was still serious. “Now, listen carefully, so that we can get started. First, I’m disappointed that your hair isn’t up in pigtails like it was last week. Do you suppose you could do something about that while I get things rolling here? No pun intended,” he said wryly, glancing at the roller in his hand.

I scurried off to my bedroom, found a pair of blue hair ties that matched my baseball-styled blue-and-white tee, and quickly brushed my hair into two matching pigtails. As I looked into the mirror, I couldn’t blame Jake for his request. The look was a sexy one. Just as quickly as I’d run into the room, I dashed back out to show Jake how eagerly I’d followed his direction.

“That’s better,” he said, not even looking up from the paint he was pouring into a roller pan. When he was finished, he looked up to see me once again wiping my brow. “Are you still complaining about the heat?”

“I’m not complaining, I’m fine!”

“Ah, and now arguing as well.”

“No. I mean… I’m sorry.”

“As hard as you’ve tried to follow my directions, it sounds like you still have some learning to do. Patience and discipline aren’t exactly your strengths.”

“I’m ready to listen.”

“I hope so. Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to ask you to go up on the ladder and paint the edge of this wall as it abuts the ceiling. That way, it will be ready for me to roll the rest of the wall.”

I nodded in understanding, afraid that in my overeager way, I’d turned him off to any extra-curricular activities, and he was in fact just going to get to the business of painting. xslot But again, I just wasn’t being patient – his next statement showed he was still up for more.

“Take off your shirt and shorts, pick up your paintbrush, and climb the ladder.”

I wasn’t about to question this time, so I silently followed his instructions, happy that I’d taken the time that morning to pick out my favorite lacy powder blue bra and matching thong. I knew how sexy I looked, and a quick glance towards Jake’s crotch confirmed that he was aroused. I put my paint can on the ladder’s shelf, clutched my paintbrush, and climbed two steps to bring me to the level where I could reach my work.

“Good. Now, carefully, patiently, work that edge for me.”

I did as I was told, focusing as much as I could on the task at hand, although completely distracted by the thought of Jake standing behind me, watching my nearly-naked body as I struggled to paint a clean line at the top of the wall where it met the ceiling.

“Nice work, Ashley. Keep it up no matter what I do, alright? This will be an exercise in patience and discipline.”

I turned to look at him, but before my eyes could meet his, I was reprimanded with a slap across the ass with what I could only guess from previous experience was a stir stick.

“I thought I told you to keep up the good work?”

“Yes.” My hand trembling with excitement, I went back to painting.

I could hear him move behind me, but didn’t dare look back a second time. Soon, his hands were on my ass cheeks, massaging the flushed skin that still stung from his strike. His fingers began to weave in and out of the thin strap of my thong, and I struggled to keep my focus as the warmth grew between my legs. As I put a bit more paint on my brush and continued to work, slower now, he took a firmer grip on my thong, using the tension of the fabric to massage my clit.

I moaned and let my weight fall into the ladder, needing to keep my balance in spite of my growing excitement. With no punishment coming my way after a few moans, I let out a squeal after he quickened his pace. He released the fabric, snapping it back towards my skin, and after another moment, there was another firm slap on my ass with the stick, then another, even harder.

“Was there something you wanted to say, Ashley?”

“No.”

Slap, a third time.

Realizing my error, this time I simply nodded.

Satisfied once again that I was paying attention, his hands returned to me, gently massaging my ass cheeks. “Good work, Ashley, much improved. Looks like it’s time to move the ladder, so why don’t you come down.”

My knees wobbling, I stepped down off the ladder and watched as he moved it a few feet to the right, a position from which I could finish that particular assignment. I also couldn’t help but noticing that his cock was now straining against his jeans, and took it upon myself to reach for his belt, figuring I’d await his reaction as to whether he wanted me to proceed.

He grabbed my outstretched arm by the wrist and spun me into him hard and fast, his other hand taking my paintbrush from me and setting it gently on top of the paint can on the dining table. My body pressed against his, he looked down into my eyes, and whispered, “And just what do you think you were doing? Are you trying to take control?”

“No.”

“Hmm, I’m really growing tired of hearing that word from you.”

Still clutching me close with one hand on my wrist, he reached to the table with his other hand, and my eyes followed, watching as he picked up the knife he’d used to open a package of rollers. “Eyes on mine, Ashley.”

I obeyed, my eyes quickly meeting his again, as he wrapped both arms around me now, and the cold blade of the knife came to rest on my bare ass cheek. “Trust.”

“Yes,” I whispered, as I did indeed trust.

With xslot Giriş one smooth motion, he wrapped the fabric of my thong around the blade and sliced through it, sending the material cascading to the floor. My eyes likely betrayed some surprise, but I remained still in his arms. “Good girl.”

Just as quickly, he found the thinnest part of my bra strap and sliced through it as well, and then set down the knife and freed my breasts from their lacy enclosure. His big, strong hands now moved over my body, gripping and kneading first my breasts and then my ass cheeks, as I melted into him. He then turned me around, and my head fell back to rest against his chest as his hands reached around and began exploring my pussy. I instinctively spread my legs for him, and he gently stroked me, my juices lubricating his fingers as they explored deeper and deeper. Soon, he was furiously rubbing my clit with one hand while the fingers of his other hand plunged in and out of my pussy. I writhed in pleasure against him, and soon began whispering words of encouragement, “Yes, that’s it, yes, more, more!”

It wasn’t until my words took on that tone of direction that he reacted, his hands immediately stopping. I whimpered, but quickly understood, as he plunged his dripping wet fingers into my mouth, and I had no choice but to lick them clean, tasting my own juices for the first time in my life. His fingers still in my mouth, keeping me from speaking, he flashed me a naughty grin and began surveying the work table, clearly making his next plan for a combination of pleasure and punishment. His eyes settled on a mini-sized roller, which he plunged into my mouth just as soon as he pulled his fingers out, thus insuring my silence.

“Now, back to work, Ashley. I need you to finish that edge before we move on.”

My clit still throbbing and my lips now straining around the foreign object in my mouth, I dutifully picked up my brush once again and climbed the ladder, this time naked. I longed for him to carry me down from this place, take me into my bedroom, and make love to me, slowly and gently; but I also had to admit to myself how incredibly turned on I was as he continued to challenge my controlling nature by asserting his own control in such blatantly sexual ways. I had indeed learned a few lessons of patience this morning, which I proudly demonstrated for him now. Even though I could hear that he was removing his clothes, even though I wanted nothing more than to spit out the irritatingly fuzzy and unbudging object in my mouth, I slowly, carefully, finished my work on the ladder, and awaited his command before coming down.

“Very nice, Ashley. I appreciate your hard work. Now it’s my turn.”

I came down from the ladder, set down my paint and brush, and he gently pulled the roller from my mouth. I admired his naked body as he stood before me, spreading paint onto his roller.

“Now, I’m going to roll a coat of paint on this wall. It should take just a few minutes. While I’m doing that, I have a favor to ask of you.”

“Yes?”

“Go into your bedroom and get a few pillows, and then go to the kitchen and get a tablespoon. Bring those things back here, set them on the table, and wait for me to be finished.”

Trying to move calmly, I nonetheless completed the mysterious tasks he’d given me quite quickly, and so was able to spend a few minutes leaning, naked, on the dining table, watching him work. He finished the wall, set down his roller pan and roller, and wiped his hands on the same damp cloth I’d used to wipe my brow when he first arrived that morning.

“Now, Ashley. Come here.”

I walked the few steps towards him, until I was close enough to feel his breath on my bare skin.

“Take me into your hands, stroke me until I’m hard enough to give you a proper fucking.”

I needed no more encouragement, and grabbed xslot Güncel Giriş his cock in one hand, stroking it steadily as I tickled his balls with my other. After a few moments, he could wait no longer, and, pushing my hands away and pulling me closer, put his rock hard cock between my legs and moistened it by rubbing it slowly against my pussy lips.

“Grab a pillow, Ashley.”

I reached back to the table, clutched at a pillow, and presented it to him.

Wordlessly, he spun me around, pushed me towards the table, and just before bending me over against it, encouraged me to place the pillow between my skin and the table. His body pressed firmly behind mine so that I couldn’t move on my own, he forced my legs further apart.

“Now, take the other pillow, hold it in your hands, and press your forearms against the table.”

As soon as I had done so, he plunged into me, and I cried out in pleasure as my pussy adjusted to the depth of his thrust. As he began pounding in and out of me from behind, I smiled at the thoughtfulness of his request that I bring the pillows. Even as the motion of our bodies pounded me into the table, I felt no pain, buffered by my plush pillows. If I weren’t so overwhelmed by the power of his thrusts, I might have had time to wonder about the purpose of the spoon.

After a few more moments in this position, he reached down with one hand, grabbed my right leg at the knee, and lifted it until it was resting on the table as well. This new position spread me incredibly wide, and made his thrusts even deeper, and I began to cry out in pleasure. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer before reaching a powerful orgasm, and I was amazed that he was able to hold back so long.

Even as I came, screaming out and writhing beneath him, he continued his steady pounding, slowing only when I had fully recovered from the longest orgasm I could remember experiencing. He waited until I pulled myself to my hands and looked back at him before he increased his rhythm once again and spoke.

“Now, Ashley, listen carefully. I’ve decided that I’d like to shoot cum all over your face, do you understand? That’s why I’ve asked you to bring the spoon. Take it in your hand, please, and have it ready. When the time is right, I’ll ask you to turn around, kneel before me, and take what I give you.” As he spoke, the pace of his thrusts into my pussy increased, and his voice lost a bit of its power, turning instead to a husky whisper. “Remember the first rule I taught you? Not a drop hits the floor.”

I nodded my understanding of his instructions, my hand clenched around the spoon, as he continued to fuck me. After just a few moments more, his motions became irregular, and he shouted, “Yes, it’s time!”

As he pulled out of me, I quickly turned, dropped to my knees, and smiled up at him, my eyes meeting his just as he shot his load. After a few brief moments, my entire face was dripping with his hot, sticky cum, only some of which landed conveniently near my mouth. The rest was oozing down my forehead and cheeks, and I moved quickly to collect it with the spoon before any of it dripped to the floor. The few drops that did escape thankfully hit my breasts, and Jake merely smiled, massaging the sticky cum into my skin.

“May I have the spoon, please?”

I handed it over to him, and he fed to me what I had already collected, before slowly, affectionately, tracing the spoon once more against each cheek to collect the remainder and feed that to me as well.

“Good girl.”

“My pleasure.”

He pulled me to my feet and we began to survey the room. One wall finished, three to go. Oh, and a couple of cut-up pieces of lingerie in the middle of the floor.

“Oh, yeah, sorry about that, Ashley,” Jake said as he watched me observe my favorite bra, ruined. “Those were nice. Don’t worry, I’ll replace them for you. Hey, why don’t you give me a call sometime this week when you can take a long lunch, and I’ll meet you at Victoria’s Secret. I’ve always fantasized about fucking in a lingerie shop dressing room, think you’d be up for that?”

“Absolutely, Jake. Your wish is my command.”

To be continued…

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Author’s Note: This story can be read on its own, but it would be better to read Ch. 1 first. This story contains male submission, bisexuality, cuckoldry, and of course, a dominant guy with an oversized penis. (If you read Ch. 1, you would know that already!) If you don’t like those themes, you probably shouldn’t read it.

*****

Josh couldn’t help but feel nervous as he knelt on the floor with his face buried between his Mistress’s smooth, voluptuous thighs. Normally he thoroughly enjoyed eating Katt’s pussy. He worshipped her pussy practically every day, sometimes for hours at a time. In fact, he usually found it quite relaxing. It had become like a form of mindfulness meditation to him. He would lick and probe, tuning his senses into her body, listening for the subtle sounds, movements, and sensations that told him to go faster, or slower, or to change techniques, his only conscious desire being to maximize her pleasure. Having his head between her legs felt like home to him.

But tonight was different. Tonight, he and Katt were both nervous.

Tonight was the day that Zach, Katt’s former lover and Master, would be arriving. They would both be Zach’s slaves while he stayed with Katt for the week. Katt had not seen Zach in over a year, and she had not been truly submissive to anyone since they had parted last. She had taken on the role of a Domme, and had very much grown used to it. Josh had never been with another man before, and was very nervous about the fact that he was going to become a sex slave to a man with a notoriously huge cock. Katt has promised him that his ass would never be the same after this week, and he believed her.

For the moment, however, Josh tried to concentrate on the task at hand. He began focusing his efforts on all of the tricks that usually brought Katt to orgasm. Eventually, she gave in and let the pleasure push the anxiety out of her mind. She closed her eyes and laid her head back on the couch. Under Josh’s practiced efforts, a small orgasm washed over her. She put her hands on the back of Josh’s head, pressing his face into her sex.

As the wave of pleasure subsided, Katt released Josh’s head and caught her breath. Her face felt flushed, and sweat was beaded on her breasts. As she sat there basking in the afterglow, she heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.

She pushed Josh out of the way and jumped up. She pulled the hem of her skirt down into place, which wasn’t very far, and straightened the corset she was wearing as a top. The corset didn’t cover her breasts, it only pushed them up and made them seem fuller, which for her was somewhat unnecessary since they were quite full to begin with. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Zach had specifically ordered her to wear only four pieces of attire: a miniskirt, a corset, a pair of sexy high heels, and her collar. It was the same collar that Zach had given her when they were together; a silver chain about 3/8 inch wide, clasped at the front with a small heart-shaped pendant. At first glance, it looked innocent enough, just a simple silver choker like many women might wear. But, in truth it was strong enough to serve as an actual restraint, and the heart pendant was actually a small lock with a tiny key hole and the letter Z engraved on the back.

She hadn’t worn the collar since Zach had left. In fact, she couldn’t have even if she had wanted to. She didn’t have a key to get it back off. Only Zach had that. He had ordered her to put it on and lock it before he arrived. She had done so just a few hours ago, which was when she really began to feel nervous. Up to that point, when she thought about this week, she felt excited anticipation. She was yearning to feel Zach’s hands on her body, to feel her own hands on him, to feel his enormous, beautiful cock slip past her lips, to feel it deep inside of her vagina, filling her completely like no other cock ever had. She even fantasized about his cock stretching her ass wide open, impaling her from behind. But it had all seemed like just that; a fantasy. When she clicked the lock into place, suddenly it all became very real. She was now trapped in her collar, marking her as his property. She was now his.

She walked over to the hallway mirror to look herself over. Her face was still flushed from her orgasm but her makeup looked good. She walked over to the foyer to greet Zach when he came to the door. She ordered Josh to his place. He crawled to a spot just outside of the foyer and kneeled, his hands clasped behind his back and his eyes pointing to the floor. Katt smiled in approval at his unquestioning obedience and then turned her attention to the door.

As soon as she heard footsteps on the porch, she opened the door to greet him. She felt her heart leap with excitement when she saw him standing there in his jeans and t-shirt looking like his usual rugged self. She curtseyed low the way he liked, causing her breasts to bounce when she did, and welcomed him in. Instead he simply stood there with his thumbs hooked on his belt, looking her up and down.

“You know, you are still the sexiest little slut I xslot know,” he said in his low gravelly voice. Katt had forgotten how sexy his voice was. “Come here,” he commanded, beckoning with his head. She stepped out onto the porch, conscious of the bright porchlight illuminating her exposed chest and slutty outfit for the whole neighborhood to see. As she stepped closer to Zach, he swept her into his arms and kissed her forcefully, one hand on the back of her neck pulling her to him, the other on the small of her back. They kissed on the porch for several minutes, which seemed like an eternity to Josh, whose eyes were still cast downwards. He chanced a glance up to see them making out like a pair of high-school lovers. He watched as Zach’s hands slid down to lift her skirt and cup her buttocks, squeezing them and pulling her in as he ground against her. As their kiss finally broke, Josh returned his gaze to the floor.

Zach and Katt stepped back into to house and closed the door. He stepped back from Katt and looked at her intently. He reached forward and ran a finger across the top of her breasts where little droplets of sweat were beaded on her flushed skin. “Katt,” said Zach, “you were flushed and sweating when I arrived. If I had to guess, I would say you looked like a woman who had just had sex. Am I right?”

Katt looked down at the floor. “Yes, Sir. I had my slave service me before you arrived, to get me ready for you.”

Zach stepped forward and reached under her skirt to feel her swollen labia, still wet with her fluids. He slid two fingers into her easily, causing her to moan. “I don’t think you did it for me, or else you would have called and asked permission. I think you did it because you are too spoiled by having your own slave,” he said “But not this week. As long as I am here, you are my slave, and thus your slave belongs to me. You are still superior to him, but you may not use him for your own pleasure without my permission.” He reached up and grasped the heart pendant, tugging on her collar. “It seems you have forgotten what it means to be a slave. I’ll guess I’ll just have to remind you.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a slim leather leash and clipped it to the back of her collar. She kneeled down before him, casting her gaze to the floor.

Zach put the handle of the leash to Katt’s lips, and she obediently opened her mouth and gripped it between her teeth. He turned and walked over to Josh, stopping right in front of him, inches away, giving him his attention for the first time. Zach put a finger under Josh’s chin and tilted his head up to look him in the eyes. “Hello, slave, said Zach.

“Sir,” said Josh. He looked up at Zach, seeing his face for the first time. He was handsome, with dark hair and a short cropped beard. His tight fitting t-shirt displayed his muscular arms and chest. His eyes were bright blue, and looked at Josh with a penetrating, commanding gaze.

“How are you feeling?” asked Zach.

Josh swallowed the lump in his throat. “Nervous, Sir,” he answered. He had to admit he was intimidated by Zach’s raw masculinity and confidence. He was face to face with the noticeable bulge in Zach’s pants. He could almost feel Zach’s dominance and sexual energy. He had been intimidated by other guys before, but had never been in such a position of blatant submission, willingly yielding all control. He was kneeling on the floor, naked except for the cage that was locked around his inadequate seeming genitals. Nervous was only the beginning of what he was feeling.

“You probably should be,” replied Zach matter-of-factly. “I’m not going to go easy on you. I am going to use you and degrade you and humiliate you and you will learn to enjoy it. You are going to be a depraved slut for me. You will willingly serve my every sexual need. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” answered Josh, feeling a little scared, but also a little turned on at the same time.

“This week, your every waking moment will revolve around worshiping my body and pleasuring me in any way I desire, as well as being my domestic servant. Are you willing to do this?”

“Yes, Sir,” replied Josh, trying to muster some courage into his voice.

“Good,” said Zach. “I just want it to be perfectly clear that you are submitting yourself to me, not just because Katt wants you to, but because you want to be my slut. You are voluntarily relinquishing any last shred of manhood or masculinity that Katt may have allowed you to retain. You are a pathetic, submissive slut at heart, and you get off on being used like a cheap fuck toy. Do you agree with those statements?”

“Yes Sir.” Josh was simultaneously getting more nervous and more turned on as Zach spoke. Zach prodded Josh’s lips with his finger, prompting Josh to open up and begin sucking on Zach’s finger. He sucked on it in a way that he hoped was sensual and arousing. Zach laughed and turned away, pulling his finger back.

“I’m going to have fun with you this week!” he chuckled. He walked over to Katt and retrieved his leash. Then tuning back to Josh he said, “The trunk of my car is xslot Giriş open. In it you will find two bags. Bring those to the bedroom.” He turned and ordered Katt to lead him to the bedroom. She began crawling on her hands and knees down the hallway. In that position, her skirt rode up exposing her ass cheeks, which swayed side to side seductively as she crawled. Zach smacked her ass and then began to follow.

Josh stared at them as they disappeared around the corner, too stunned by what had just happened to move. Regaining his senses, he stood to walk to the door. He immediately remembered he was naked, wearing only a chastity cage. Was he supposed to go out to the car like this? He guessed that that was exactly what Zach wanted him to do. He opened the door and peered outside. The street seemed quiet but the porch light was bright, and Zach’s car was parked towards the end of the driveway, very close to the road. He thought to himself, “If I turn off the porch light and go quickly, hopefully no one will see me.” He glanced back toward the hallway to make sure no one was watching, then flipped off the light and ran outside. He got to the car and opened the trunk, finding a large blue duffel bag and a medium sized black one. He grabbed these, shut the trunk and headed back to the house. He flipped the light back on, closed the door behind him and made his way to the bedroom.

Upon entering, he saw Zach, already naked, sitting on the edge of the bed. Katt was on her knees sucking the largest cock Josh had ever seen. It was only half hard but already dwarfed Josh’s own member. Josh stood there for a moment, staring, with Zach’s bags still in his hands. Zach looked over at him.

“Well, don’t just stand there salivating, slave.” Zach said. Drop those bags and come help your mistress.” Josh dropped the bags in a corner and turned to walk towards the bed.

“Crawl!” ordered Zach. “When you are approaching me, you will crawl.”

“Yes, Sir.” Josh dropped to his hands and knees and began to crawl. He came up next to Katt and stopped. Zach looked down at him.

“Tell me slave, when you went out to get my bags, did you turn off the porch light?”

Josh felt an immediate sense of dread and felt a lump in his throat. “Yes, Sir.” he said meekly, knowing he was in trouble.

“And did I tell you to do that?”

“No, Sir.”

“You were disobedient. You will be punished for that later,” said Zach, matter-of-factly. “Right now I want you to suck my cock.” With that, he leaned back propping himself up on his elbows. Katt moved back out of the way to make space for Josh. Josh came in closer and came eye to eye with his fate. Zach’s impressive cock, still only half hard, stared back at Josh from atop Zach’s thigh, where it rested, reaching almost halfway to the knee. This massive piece of meat was going to be Josh’s entire life for the next week. Josh stared at it for a moment, too stunned to move.

“Katt tells me you’ve never sucked a real cock before,” said Zach. “Don’t worry, you’re going to be an enthusiastic expert by the end of the week. Why don’t you start by giving it a nice kiss?”

Josh reached out and gingerly wrapped his fingers around the shaft and lifted it up. He felt the spongy flesh, soft yet firm in his hand. He marveled at the heft of it. He pressed his lips to the glans and gave it a kiss. The smoothness and warmth of the glans against his lips sent a tingle down his spine. He instantly knew he wanted it in his mouth. He opened wide and engulfed the head, running his tongue over it, tasting the slightly salty flavor. Overcome with a surprising desire, he immediately began sucking it down, like he had sucked many of Katt’s dildos in practice.

Zach laughed out loud and then moaned. “You were right Katt, he really is a natural slut, isn’t he?”

Josh kept sucking, relishing the exquisite feeling of soft smooth flesh filling his mouth. He was amazed by the feeling that had overcome him, of hunger for this superior cock. As he sucked, he felt it begin to grow and stiffen. He began to stroke his hands up and down the shaft. Zach placed his hands on the back of Josh’s head.

Katt kneeled off to the side watching. She got a thrill seeing her slave getting his first real mouthful of cock. He had been perfectly straight, at least as far as he knew, when she found him months ago. But over time she had conditioned him to the idea if being a bisexual slut, training him to suck her dildos, making him eat his own cum, and even making him clean other men’s cum from inside of her. Now it was culminating in this week, where Zach would truly turn him into a slut. She could already tell from seeing the energy with which Josh was worshiping Zach’s cock that it was going to be an easy transition.

As Zach’s cock grew, Josh found that he could fit less and less of it in his mouth. He had to stretch his jaw wide to accommodate. He gagged on it, and though he tried to keep his teeth from scraping he couldn’t help but make contact several times. He tried to compensate by alternating sucking with licking up and down the shaft, xslot Güncel Giriş and sucking on Zach’s balls, all the while stroking it with his hands. Soon, it was fully erect, seeming rock hard in Josh’s hands. And it was gigantic! Bigger than just about any he had ever seen in a porno, almost 11 inched long, and as thick as Josh’s wrist. By now he could barely get his mouth around the head without scraping his teeth. Finally, Zach grabbed Josh’s hair and yanked his head out of his lap. He leaned forward and pushed Josh away.

“Pathetic,” commented Zach. “Katt, I thought you trained this slut to suck an adequately sized cock. He can barely get it in his mouth without taking the skin off!”

“Sorry, Sir,” said Katt “I didn’t realize he needed so much more work. My I please finish for him?”

“You may,” said Zach. He turned to Josh. “Pay attention slut, and watch how a real slave pleases a man.”

Katt immediately went to work. She grabbed Zach’s cock with both hands, then looked up at him, looking him in the eyes as she wrapped her lips over the head. She forced her head down, taking it as far down her throat as she could, which was not even half of it. She enthusiastically began bobbing her head up and down, making loud slurping noises as she sucked. She stroked the bottom of his shaft with one hand while massaging his balls with the other. It had been over a year since she had serviced this impressive piece of manhood, and she was now realizing how much she had missed it. Feeling it in her mouth again awoke a deep hunger to worship this cock and to serve and please her Master.

Now it was Josh’s turn to sit back and watch. He could see the intensity with which Katt attacked Zach’s cock. And he could see the reverence with which she looked up at him as she serviced him. She looked beautiful and sexy as she took him into her mouth, with her hair falling all around. Josh’s own cock began to twitch and strain against its cage as he watched his Goddess worshipping another man. Josh had to admit, Zach had a masculine sexual energy that gave off an aura of dominance. Leading up to this moment, Josh had been nervous and somewhat reluctant to submit sexually to a man in real life. Now, in the presence of that man, it just felt right. It felt right that Zach should be getting his gigantic, gorgeous manhood worshipped by this amazingly sexy woman, while he, Josh, sat worthlessly by with his pathetic dick locked in a cage. Josh was not worthy to command women like that, but Zach clearly was.

“Mmmm, I almost forgot how good you are at that,” Zach moaned to Katt. He put his hands on the back of her head and began lovingly running his fingers through her hair. Then he lay back on the bed and stretched his arms, working out the tension from the day’s long drive. After several minutes, he leaned up and patted Katt lightly on the head. Katt recognized the signal to stop, and sat back on her heels. Zach ordered her up on the bed, on her hands and knees. Katt crawled up onto the bed seductively, smiling up at Zach flirtatiously. She had an idea of what was coming next, and she was more than ready for it. But Zach was not about to simply give his slave what she wanted, even though he was looking forward to the same thing.

Katt’s tight mini-skirt, which barely covered her butt when she was standing up straight, climbed up, exposing her luscious round ass as she crawled into position. Relishing the sight, which he had sincerely missed over the last year, Zach ran his hands over her soft skin. Katt spread her knees and leaned forward, presenting her ass to Zach, as he had trained her to do years ago. He traced his hands down the back of her thighs, then slid them back up the outside, grabbing two handfuls as they came to rest on her hips. He gave her ass a playful spank.

“You still have the most beautiful ass of any that I have had the pleasure of making mine.” said Zach affectionately. He squeezed her butt cheeks and ran his hands over them in a circle once more. “This truly is my most prized possession.” He moved his hand down and slid a finger into her wet pussy. “And this is my second favorite possession.” She moaned as he worked his finger in and out. “And I am going to thoroughly enjoy using both of them as often as possible this week.” He worked a second finger into her. “You’re looking forward to that too, aren’t you?”

“Oh yes, Sir! I’ve been thinking about your magnificent cock for weeks!”

“Is that what you were thinking about when your slave was eating you out?” He removed his fingers and pressed the head of his cock against her swollen labia. “When you were cumming were you thinking about feeling this inside you?”

“Yes, Sir!”

He suddenly smacked her on the ass forcefully, making her yelp in pain. “Well, I hope it was a good orgasm, because now you’re not going to get to feel this inside your pussy for a little while. Your pussy belongs to me. When you put this collar on, your whole body belongs to me, and I did not give you permission to have that orgasm.” He smacked her hard on the other ass cheek. “I know you are used to getting orgasms from your slave whenever you want, but this week you have to remember you are someone else’s property. So now, I have to deny you the very thing you were fantasizing about, because you were impatient and couldn’t wait 10 minutes for me to get here.”

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When we moved into the condo complex, we had no idea what to expect. Our old house had been sold, but the new one wouldn’t finish being built for about six months, and we had to live somewhere. So, in we moved. Each night when I returned from work, I parked my locksmith’s van in our numbered space and retired to our unit. When my wife arrived home from her job, she’d put our car into a visitor’s slot.

We soon met most of our neighbors. There was one other unit on our floor, occupied by two women in their 30’s, both slim, attractive blonds. They were very friendly toward my wife and ignored me completely, so I suspected they were lesbians. Every time we went down to the pool, both of them would be there, sunning in thong bikinis, knitting. Since one of them was named Pearl, it was almost automatic to tag them in my mind as “Knit and Pearl.”

I spent a lot of time secretly drooling, watching their lush bodies tan, and wondering why, even when swimming, they both wore a delicate gold chain around one ankle.

Last Saturday, my wife was out of town for the weekend. I went down to the pool. Knit and Pearl were nowhere to be seen. I swam a couple of laps, and was getting out when Pearl came running over.

“Oh, please, you’ve got to help me! Aren’t you a locksmith?”

“Yeah. Locked outa your car?”

“Do you have bolt cutters I can borrow? I have something locked in my room and I need to get it loose.”

After drying off and getting my keys, I loaned her my big bolt cutters and went back to my unit wondering what she had to cut. In five minutes or so, Pearl was knocking on my door holding the long bolt cutters.

“I’m not strong enough to make it cut” She was fighting not to cry. “I need help. But you have to swear never to tell what you see.” She reached out her hand and slowly stroked my crotch. “You’ll never be sorry,” she said softly.

I’m not stupid. Clearly, she regarded this as something important. I promised everlasting silence. What the hell, I could always break the promise. I took the cutters and followed her.

Pearl led me into her unit. All the interior lights were off except in the bedroom. Soft music and sobbing were coming through the open bedroom door.

“You promise never to tell?” Pearl repeated.

“You said I’d never be sorry,” I replied. I reached out my hand and lightly squeezed her left tit. I cupped it gently and said “If you meant it, I meant it.”

The look on her face was mixed relief, dismay, and just a little lust. With a catch in her breathing, she nodded her head, put her hand on mine and pressed it harder against her breast.

We entered the bedroom. There was nothing out of the ordinary. Another door led into their bathroom. We went in.

Lit candles were everywhere. A stereo was playing softly near the tub. The tub itself was an old, cast-iron job on six claw legs. Welded to the lip of the tub were several steel rings. Shackled to the rings with padded handcuffs at wrist and xslot ankle was the naked, sobbing, embarrassed Knit covered only by a skim of broken bubbles. Although I had often seen her in the bikini, the sudden, totally unexpected sight of her nipples and pubic bush made it hard for me to concentrate on getting her loose. I swallowed hard, as my penis began to erect.

“Pearl,” I said, “get a bath towel and cover her up. Having me looking at her has to be upsetting her. And, I can’t tear my eyes away. She’s gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” Knit said softly. “That was kind.” She seemed to relax a little. Pearl came back with a towel and spread it over Knit’s critical areas of interest

I looked at the ancient monstrosity of a tub. Located in the middle of the bathroom floor, the bottom where the bather was supposed to sit or recline was about seven feet long and just about three feet wide. It had to be an antique; no one would pay to have something like that custom made. It probably weighed more than 300 pounds empty.

The cuffs and chain links were high-carbon steel, tempered like armor plate. Charles Atlas wouldn’t be strong enough to cut through that stuff with bolt cutters. My diamond-edged saw would do it, but it would likely cut off her arm, too. My best hacksaw would only take a few years to do the job. I supposed that, if all else failed, I could cut the tub itself, but they’d never be able to replace it.

“Maybe I can pick the locks,” I said. I got my tool kit from the van and tried to pick the locks. No luck.

I thought about the problem. I had worked with cold iron fencing once as a boy. I remembered my uncle having to replace a section that had been bent by a crashed car. He broke the section where it was welded together with a chisel and sledgehammer.

Back down to the van I went. YES! I had a cold chisel and my sledgehammer was beside it. I broke the rings off the lip of the tub. I felt like Moses or Lincoln. I had freed someone; I half-expected someone to shout “Free at Last,” but none of us did.

“I need to lay down,” Knit cried as she ran for the bed, her modesty forgotten or abandoned, the hanging cuffs banging against her ankles and sides.

“We still need to get the cuffs off,” I reminded them. I backed into the bathroom to give them a minute of privacy. Pearl joined me.

“Give her a few minutes to pull herself together,” Pearl suggested. “She’ll be okay soon.”

“Do I dare ask why she was shackled to the tub?” I asked with a grin.

Pearl blushed scarlet and looked away. I could feel her weighing the consequences of telling me the truth or feeding me a story. She decided and looked me straight in the eyes.

“Haven’t you ever done anything kinky?” she asked me.

“I guess I’ve led a very sheltered life,” I shrugged. “But, I don’t condemn others for things I don’t understand.”

She smiled at my answer. “We like to tie each other up” she asserted “and eat each other out or play with toys. xslot Giriş Or both.” She watched my face as I turned pink. “We like to tease each other sexually. Don’t you do that with your wife? No, I can see from your expression that you don’t. Too bad. You don’t know what you’re missing.”

My mind filled with images of Knit and Pearl doing 69. My pecker began to stiffen again.

“Let’s check on Knit,” I suggested.

We went back into the bedroom. Knit was spreadeagled, still naked, laying on top of the covers,. She hadn’t bothered bringing the towel, and made no effort to cover herself. She seemed to enjoy the notion that I was looking at her private parts and feeling lusty for her. She held her arms and legs apart as though they were tied in place while we talked. I couldn’t tear my eyes off her pussy.

“What happened to the key?” I asked.

“I’m not sure,” Knit said, smiling. “Can you get me, I mean them, off?” She nodded at the cuffs.

“About the cuffs, yes, eventually. About you, I don’t know. It’d be fun to find out,” I replied, laughing. I sat on the edge of the bed to try my picks again.

“What are you doing?” Pearl asked.

“I’m going to try to pick the locks again,” I told her.

“You’re going to try to prick the locks?” she mispronounced purposely. “Don’t you think it would be more fun to prick Knit?”

“Oh, please, Mistress,” Knit said in a fair imitation of a little girl’s voice, “don’t let that big man put his big hard prick into my tiny pussy!” The smile on her face gave the lie to her words. The little bitch actually wanted me to fuck her!

“Slave, you’ll do as you’re told,” Pearl responded sternly. “I think you should give him an extra nice fuck to thank him for getting you loose from the tub.” Pearl turned toward me.

“What do you think? Should she give you a nice fucking? That bulge in your pants says Yes.” Pearl was leering at me; Knit was licking her lips in anticipation.

I couldn’t speak at all. I looked down at my pants to see I was stretching the cloth with my erection. I felt nothing but white-hot lust. My tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth. I nodded my head.

Pearl reached over and unzipped my fly. The boxer shorts I wore did nothing to hold my prick inside; it jumped out like it was spring-loaded. Pearl dropped to her knees and took the head of my dick into her mouth. Knit raised her head to watch, but held her arms down as though they were tied to something solid.

“Oh,” she said, “suck him up nice and hard for me, Mistress, so I can thank him with a good fuck.” Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly with her breath.

If Pearl had sucked me for a moment longer, I would have shot in her mouth. She seemed to feel my excitement and stopped just in time. She faced Knit, leaned forward and licked her cunt. I could see her tongue stabbing at Knit’s joy-button, swabbing hot juices around the lips and the entrance to her cunt. All the time, Pearl’s round xslot Güncel Giriş ass was waving at my hard cock in time with her licks.

I lifted Pearl’s skirt above her hips. She wore no panties. I rubbed my rod against her furry lips. Pearl’s hand came back to slowly stroke me and guided me toward her face.

“Not now,” she said. “It’s Knit’s turn.” By gently pulling my prick, Pearl positioned me on the bed between Knit’s legs. She rubbed my shaft against the sweet wetness of Knit’s twat. Knit wiggled herself onto my dick, working me into the opening. I started to slide in.

SMACK! Pearl slapped my ass, driving my prick home. I began to fuck Knit like a madman. This was no “making love” or even sharing pleasure or anything like that. It was plain lust to empty my balls into the hot cunt surrounding my cock.

ARRGGH! My insides felt like they would melt right out the end of my tool as I shot my load. About the third or fourth spurt, Knit howled like a hit dog and went into a frenzy as she came, too. It had to have been from the eroticism of the situation; I was in no condition to contribute. I pumped her until she finished her orgasm and her face relaxed. “Wow,” was all I said.

Breathlessly, I rolled on my back next to Knit, my deflating dick leaving a trail of semen on my shorts. I realized Pearl was licking my cum out of Knit’s pussy, and my dick started to grow again. Pearl smiled at me as she ate her way to Knit’s second coming.

For the first time, Knit moved as though she was free. She bent at the waist, leaned over and started sucking my stiffening dick. Pearl moved over to lick my nuts. In a rush, I shot again. Knit swallowed it all with a greedy smirk.

I must have gone to sleep. When I awoke, Knit was sucking my prong again. I went to feel her tits and found I couldn’t move! Knit smiled at me and continued sucking.

“Hi.” Pearl was smiling down at me. “We found the key.”

My wrists and ankles were cuffed to the bed frame. Fear nibbled at the back of my mind. What would they do now?

“It fell into the bath water,” Pearl continued, “and when we emptied the tub, there it was.”

“We wanted to thank you for helping us,” Knit said, “but we’re afraid you won’t keep your mouth shut.”

“What do you suggest as insurance that you won’t tell?” asked Pearl. I had no answer, I just struggled a bit.

“Calm down. We aren’t going to hurt you. We figured out our own insurance. We are going to have some more fun, and while we do it, we’re going to take some nice pictures. That way, if you tell, we can give the pictures to your wife. Isn’t that fair?” Pearl asked me. “You’ll have our secrets and we’ll have yours.”

“And,” said Knit, “as long as you’re a good boy, you can come over to play with us now and then.” She resumed sucking me erect.

Once they had taken my picture eating each pussy and being sucked by both of them, they took off the cuffs. Then, they invited me to stay for dinner. We ate in the nude, and rude remarks were the dinner conversation. Another picture session in bed was desert.

Next week, my wife will be out of town for three days. I’m going to get the tub rings re-welded.

Then, the girls and I can play again.

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*You might want to read ‘Late again…’ for a bit of background.*

*****

The next day, I arrive at work at 9.00 wearing stockings and a much fancier set of underwear, with the requested story tucked away in my bag. I wait outside the office building until 9.02, hoping that this will be just late enough to draw your attention, and then stroll in, trying to look casual, walking straight past the open door of your office. As I sit down to begin my work, I hear your voice beside me: “Come and see me in my office at 10.00. And bring last night’s assignment.” I smile at you over my shoulder, but you are already walking away. I spend the next fifty minutes attempting to concentrate, but distracted by anticipating an enjoyable repeat of yesterday’s punishment.

At 10.01, I knock on the door of your office, carrying my typed story with me. You command me to enter, then tell me to lock the door. I stand before you in the centre of your office. You do not stand up as you begin, “I see you were late again this morning. But, I also saw you on the CCTV camera, waiting outside. So not only were you late, but it was obviously a deliberate attempt to try to manipulate the situation. Which means that a more serious punishment will be needed.” I begin to grow wetter as I anticipate what this might be. “Do you have any plans for this evening?” I shake my head. “We will go out for dinner after work and then you will come back to mine for the evening so that I can administer your punishment. At lunchtime, go out and buy anything you need so that you can sleep at mine. Leave your story on my desk.” I smile slightly, thinking that a meal with you doesn’t sound like a very harsh punishment, and you order me to return to my desk.

I am distracted all day, but manage to get an adequate amount of work done. At the end of the day, I linger outside your office, unsure of whether to knock or just to wait for you. My phone vibrates and I see a message from you: ‘Inside my office. Now.’ I enter and lock the door behind me. “Lift up your skirt,” you order, without any preamble. I pull up the hem slightly, but am urged on by your hard stare and soon my skirt is bunched around my waist. I blush in humiliation, partly at the way that I am exposed to you but also partly by the realisation that I am willingly allowing you to command me in this way. “At least you remembered the stockings. Pull your skirt back down and let’s go and have dinner,” you say.

You have booked a table at a nice restaurant, close to your house. Throughout the meal, you ask me questions about my sexual experiences and fantasies, ensuring that by the end, I am thoroughly aroused and my knickers are wet. Your hand frequently rests on my leg, occasionally creeping higher to stroke the sensitive part of my thighs that are exposed by my stockings.

Arriving at your house, you open the door and usher me in before closing the door. Then you immediately push me against the wall and your mouth pushes against mine, your tongue forcing its way into my mouth. Your hands roam over my body, groping me through my clothes.

You lead me into the bedroom and position me in the middle of the room, while you move over to an armchair and sit down. “Strip. Slowly,” you command. You watch me intensely. When I am naked, you open a drawer and pull out a blindfold, which you fasten around my head. Without the use of my sight, I feel even more vulnerable and exposed.

I feel you attaching soft cuffs around each ankle and wrist and a collar around my neck. In between each accessory, your hands roam over my body freely. Then I feel a slight tug at the collar and realise that it has a leash attached. You use the leash to pull me over towards the bed before pushing me back onto it and arranging me so that my arse is raised by a pillow before attaching my wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. Knowing that I may be there for some time, you leave a little bit more slack that you usually would, but I am still completed exposed to you, vulnerable and helpless. My mind is racing as I try to anticipate what you have planned for me. I feel you kneel on the bed beside me and hear a lid being opened. Moments later, I gasp as I feel something cold pressing against my arse. “Relax,” you order, and I do my best to obey you as you push the cold metal plug into my arse. I wince slightly as it reaches the widest point and you pause, allowing me a bit of time to adjust before you push it fully in. The plug is not too large, but enough to remind me of its presence, and I wonder how its size compares to your cock, unsure of whether you are using the plug to prepare my arse for later use and uncertain of whether I want to feel your cock stretching my arse or not.

Then you push something into my pussy and I feel you pulling my pussy lips apart, stretching them around the object, which I work out must be a labia spreader. You position yourself between my legs, which are stretched apart xslot by the restraints and I moan as I feel your tongue running gently over my clit. It feels more sensitive than normal because of the way that my lips are pulled apart and the additional sensations from the plug in my arse and the base of the spreader in my pussy. So I am worried when I hear you tell me that I am forbidden to cum until you give me permission. You threaten that if I cum before then, you will make sure that my nipples are swollen and erect before attaching clothes pegs to them. “In fact,” you continue, “I think I’ll make sure that they are swelling up while I go down on you, so they’re ready in case I need to punish you…” I realise that this means that you are unlikely to be generous with your permission and then feel your weight shifting on the bed before you place something over my nipple. As your hand moves away, I feel it sucking my nipple firmly upwards, exerting a constant pressure and a slight sting. You place another suction cup over my other nipple before returning your attention to my clit.

I am now being stimulated on my nipples and clit and in my arse and pussy and I know that it won’t be long before I approach orgasm. Your tongue dances over my clit, beginning gently and then increasing its pressure. I remember your threat of punishment, wondering how swollen my nipples are becoming, how sensitive they will be and how much the pegs might hurt. But these fears seem to arouse me further and I can feel my orgasm building. “Sir, please may I cum soon?” I ask.

You lift your head to reply, “No. And if you ask me again, I’ll stop what I’m doing.” As my orgasm builds again and my breathing becomes ragged, I realise the depth of my conflict – do I risk having an orgasm and the ensuing punishment or do I ask again, thereby stopping the main stimulation and preventing what might be my only chance of an orgasm this evening? While I am carrying out this internal debate, my orgasm suddenly takes over, crashing over me in powerful waves of pleasure. I cry out as the sensations overwhelm me, pushing all thoughts from my mind. You continue to apply gentle pressure to my clit until you feel the muscular pulsations subside.

You pinch my nipples through the suction cup and I become aware of how swollen they must be, having enlarged to fill the available space. Then you release the suction and pull off one of the cups. You run your finger lightly over my nipple and I realise how sensitive it is to even this light touch. I whimper when you pinch the nipple between your fingers and then cry out in pain as you place the clothes peg around it and slowly release the ends. I can hear the concern in your voice as you ask me, “Green or amber?”

“Green, Sir,” I reply, feeling the pain send jolts of pleasure towards my pussy.

“Good girl,” you tell me as you repeat the process on my other nipple. “Still green?” I nod in reply. I feel you fiddling with each peg in turn and then cry out as my nipples are pulled away from my body. I then find that the tug on my swollen nipples remains constant and quickly becomes painful. Since I cannot see, you describe my predicament for me, telling me about the cord that is attached to each peg and hung from a hook on the ceiling. I arch my back to try to relieve the pressure but find myself unable to hold this uncomfortable posture for too long and soon have to lower myself towards the bed, increasing the tug back to painful levels. I feel a vibrator being pressed against my clit, which is still overly sensitive from my recent orgasm. You then further increase my predicament by telling me that if either of the pegs comes off my nipples then you will move them to my labia in addition to adding some additional pegs on my labia. I cannot imagine how painful this might be, but also cannot imagine how the pegs could possibly release their firm grip on my nipples. My mind is soon jolted from these thoughts by the intense vibrations on my clit. I begin to wonder if I have got myself in over my head and whether I can endure this punishment, which is much harsher than the gentle spanking that I was hoping to earn by my deliberate lateness. I am now squirming as much as I can within my restraints, trying to back away from the vibrator as well as arch my back to relieve the pressure on my nipples. “Your nipples are a wonderful shade of red,” you tell me, “and your breasts look delightfully stretched.” This description helps to reassure me that you are keeping an eye on the state of my nipples, checking on them to ensure that you are not inflicting any lasting damage.

As I continue to wriggle, I feel one of the pegs slipping towards the tip of my nipple. I arch my back higher, but you add yet another element of torture by running your fingers over a ticklish spot on my side. As I move sideways to try to escape your hand, the peg pops off, scraping my nipple as it moves. My squeal is a mixture xslot Giriş of pain and fear of what might be to come. You remove the remaining peg from my nipple and I moan as blood begins to rush back into it. You pinch my nipples and roll them between your finger and thumbs, cruelly increasing the pain. Then I feel you tracing the peg down my stomach and over my clit, building up my anticipation and fear. Positioning it over one of my labia, you take your time releasing it, allowing the pressure to build slowly. I am surprised to find that, although it is definitely causing some pain, it isn’t as intense as I had feared. With the second peg, you place it over the other lip and then release it quickly, creating a much sharper, more sudden pain than the first.

“Green?” you whisper and I nod in reply, surprised at how bearable I am finding this pain, in fact even having to admit to myself that I am enjoying it somewhat. You remove the blindfold from my eyes, wanting to see my reactions as you continue, and allow a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the light. “Now, where shall I put the rest of these pegs? Your rib cage? The sides of your breasts? Maybe. Nipples? No, they’ve been there. Where else? More on your labia? Toes? Ear lobes? Tongue? Or nostrils?” You see my eyes widen at each new suggestion as you slowly list them, and you can hear each sudden intake of breath that shows my fear. “I’ll let you choose…”

My mind whirls with all of these suggestions as I try to imagine what each might feel like, and I opt to stick with the familiar. “More on my labia, please Sir,” I whisper. You pull the labia spreader out of me, causing the existing pegs to shift around. I wince at each sharp pain as you add a further three pegs to each of my labia.

“Now,” you tell me, “since you were so desperate to cum earlier, you’re going to make yourself cum again before I will remove the pegs. And if any come off, I’ll add two to a different part of your body, of my choosing this time.” My hand reaches slightly reluctantly between my legs, parting the pegs to gain access to my clit. I am distracted by being able to see you kneeling between my legs and staring intently at my exposed pussy and I clumsily knock off one of the pegs that you had deliberately attached close to the edge of my lip. You retrieve the fallen peg and pick up an additional one. I watch your hand closely as you run the end of the peg over my body, pausing at significant points before pulling up a fold of skin over my rib cage. My eyes widen in fear as you release the peg and I feel it pinching me. To keep things symmetrical, you attach the other peg to the same spot on the other side of my rib cage. These new pegs are definitely uncomfortable and I begin to regret my earlier orgasm and my lateness this morning.

Then you remind me of my task. Luckily, the sensitivity from my earlier orgasm has begun to subside. As I rub my clit, you generously help me along towards my orgasm by leaning over to suck on one nipple and then the other, swirling your tongue around it, sucking it into your mouth and occasionally grazing it with your teeth. Without me noticing, you roll a condom over your cock. Then you shift and with one swift movement, you sink your hard cock into my soaking wet pussy. This knocks another peg and I wonder whether that one counts, since it wasn’t me who knocked it off, but I do not dare to question you as you pick up an additional peg and attach a peg to each of my ear lobes.

I discover that the actual sensation is not as bad as I had feared, although still uncomfortable. Each time your cock thrusts into me, the remaining pegs shift and tug at my labia and your balls slap against my arse. I can feel your cock rubbing against the plug in my arse. My body is alive with the mixed sensations of pain and pleasure. This combination of stimuli enables me to eventually reach an orgasm, thankfully without knocking off any further pegs.

You carefully remove each peg in turn. Looking down, I can see the redness that is left behind on my sensitive skin, before you reach around my head to gently replace the blindfold, plunging me back into darkness. “You’ve had two orgasms now,” you tell me, “so I think we’d better cool you off a bit so that you can concentrate for long enough to make me cum. I’ll be back in a moment – don’t go anywhere,” you chuckle. You leave the room, but soon return, standing in the doorway for a moment to admire the sight of me, restrained and flushed, totally exposed to your every whim.

Despite straining for sounds that might indicate your return, I do not know that you have returned until I feel something extremely cold being pressed against my nipple. I gasp in shock. The cold feeling trails around my nipple in increasing circles before dipping down to my stomach briefly and then back up to the other nipple. As you continue to rub it over my warm skin, the ice cube begins to melt xslot Güncel Giriş and I shiver as the cold water drips down my sides. You keep the ice cube pressed hard against my nipple and the cold turns into a slight sting, eliciting further whimpers. My nipples are hard and erect and still slightly enlarged from the earlier suction cups.

Trailing down my stomach again, the cube reaches my clit and I gasp loudly as it begins to melt rapidly on this warmer part of my body. I feel another ice cube pressing against my pussy as you melt the edges enough to be able to push it gently inside me. The coldness has the desired effect of taking the edge off my arousal but keeping me fully aware that my body is yours to torment as you wish. As the cube inside me melts, I am embarrassed to feel the water, now warmed, dripping out of me onto the bed. You pick up a cold, wet flannel and use this as an opportunity to clean me up slightly, knowing that I will soon re-lubricate myself. I moan softly as you rub my clit with the flannel, still sensitive after my last orgasm despite the slight numbing from the ice.

“Maybe we’d better warm you up again…” you whisper devilishly, “but that will be easier in a different position…”. I feel you unclipping my ankles and wrists from the bed, and you allow me a few moments to wiggle and stretch my slightly stiff limbs. Then you order me to lie on my front, adding an additional pillow beneath my stomach to keep me supported while I am on my hands and knees. Pushing my head down gently, you fasten the wrist cuffs to a hook on my collar, forcing me to keep my head down, which pushes my arse up higher. You pull my legs apart and attach a spreader bar between my ankles, leaving me vulnerable and open to you once more.

Your hands caress my arse cheeks, occasionally playing with the plug that is still inside my arse, pushing it deeper then pulling it out slightly and adding a little more lube before thrusting it back in. You begin spanking me fairly gently, causing my cheeks to become warmer, before you begin hitting my arse gradually harder and harder until I am moaning and yelping with each swat. My arse feels as if it is on fire by the time you finally stop.

Kneeling behind me and quickly putting on a condom, you hold my hips firmly and begin to rub your hard cock against my labia. I try to push backwards to guide you towards my pussy, but you stop me with a very firm “No,” digging your hands into my hips until I remain still. Slowly, you edge your cock to the entrance of my pussy. I am desperate to feel you inside me again and it takes all of my self-control not to push back. “Good girl,” you say, recognising the efforts that I am making to remain still. You reward me by pushing the tip of your cock into me but then hold still again, tormenting me further. Suddenly, you push the whole of your length into me in one firm thrust and I cry out in pleasure and surprise. You fuck me roughly, your solid cock driving into me deeply. As my body is rocked forwards and back by your movements, I sense that you are taking your pleasure from me, fucking me as if I was no more than a receptacle for your cock, and I wonder briefly why I am enjoying being used in this way. But I am enjoying it, feeling the evidence of your arousal and your urgent need.

You pause before you withdraw your cock from my pussy. Then you pull the plug gently out of my arse, smiling at the sight of my slightly gaping hole. After covering your cock in lube, you press the tip of it against my arsehole, sliding it forwards slowly until you feel me opening up to allow it to enter me, unable to fight against the insistent pressure. I have leant forwards slightly, trying to escape this invasion, but am unable to go far with the pillows beneath me and your hands on my hips. “Now I want you to push back,” you tell me. “I want you to take my whole length inside you.” Lost under the spell you have woven over me, I begin to push my hips back slowly, wincing and whimpering as I feel my arse stretching to accommodate you. I continue to impale myself on your cock, urged on by your whispered compliments and my desire to please you. You patiently wait, allowing me to pause when I need to in order to adjust to the size of your cock inside me. Eventually I feel my arse cheeks reach your hips and I breath a sigh of relief at finally having reached the base of your cock.

As you begin to gently thrust in and out of my arse, one of your hands reaches underneath me to rub my clit. My arousal begins to build again and you make use of the way that this relaxes my body to begin to thrust harder and faster. Then I feel your cock tighten inside me as you reach your orgasm. Continuing to rub my clit, your other hand reaches to my nipples, gently pinching and pulling them. This is enough to tip me over the edge into another powerful orgasm, my spasms clenching around your semi-hard cock.

You withdraw your cock from me and unfasten the ankle and wrist cuffs before laying down beside me and wrapping me in your arms, gently brushing my dishevelled hair off my face. “Well done,” you say, “You endured more than I expected this evening. Do you understand why I had to punish you more harshly than you wanted?”

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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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This is my first published story. The scenario is a fantasy and is meant as nothing more. I would love constructive feedback on how I can improve future submissions. Thank you for reading.

***

It started out as a fairly typical day. Molly’s son was out of town with her parents for the summer. Wyatt, Jess and Molly miraculously all had the day off. They woke up slowly, took care of the cats and started discussing what to do that day over their morning tea and coffee. Jess and Wyatt shared a look and then Jess suggested going to the aquarium. Molly thought that was kind of an odd suggestion coming from their lover but it sounded fun.

“Sure! What do you think Wyatt?”

“As long as you don’t mind driving, love,” he responded.

“I think that’s fine. Is there anything specific you want from me, either of you?”

“Hmmm,” Jess thought. “I think you should wear a skirt. A short one.”

“And only one layer of shirt with no bra,” added Wyatt.

“Don’t forget a choker!” Jess reminded her.

“Mmm, and the teal, strappy thong. I love how that looks on you. Other than that, up to you.”

Molly thought for a moment, “Yes Sir! Yes Mistress!” she answered obediently and then went to dress.

She chose her outfit carefully, making sure the choker would work with what she chose. She wore her short, black skirt that covered her ass but not much more. With that she chose a fitted harry potter t-shirt and her Hufflepuff choker. She wore the moon bracelet Wyatt had given her in addition to her activity tracker. For earrings she chose her cuff set. She knew they’d appreciate it. She’d wear her wedge shoes. They were comfortable for walking but made her legs looked good.

Jess and Wyatt were dressed in jeans and t-shirts as usual. Making her feel a bit overdressed and conspicuous. That was probably their intent. “Ready!” Molly said when she came out.

“Hmm, bend over and lift your skirt!” Wyatt demanded. “We need to make sure you followed our instructions.” Molly turned around and complied.

“Mmm, good girl.” he acknowledged.

“Very good…” Jess agreed.

It took a while to get to Seattle; traffic was always terrible these days. The three friends and lovers made it a fun trip though. Talking and bantering the whole way. Jess sat up front since she got car sick easily. Wyatt sat behind Molly. Occasionally one of them would mess with her a little bit. Jess would slide her hand up Molly’s thigh and brush her over her panties lightly. Wyatt would reach around and lightly tease her nipples through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. By the time they got to the aquarium Molly was more than a little turned on. Her nipples were hard nubs, poking through her shirt. Her thin, barely-there panties were soaked. She was certain if she sat anywhere she’d leave an embarrassing wet mark. The thought only turned her on more.

Jess and Wyatt got out and acted like nothing had happened once they parked. The three of them walked down the street hand in hand. It was nice living in such a liberal city; they didn’t get too many odd looks. The ones they did get they ignored. They were long past used to it. They got to the building, paid for their tickets and went inside. Molly loved the aquarium.

Before they had gone too far though Wyatt produced a little cloth package and handed it to Jess with a wink. “Lets go to the bathroom,” she suggested to me. Molly’s stomach clenched with anticipation. Jess hated public restrooms and would never choose to use one. Something was up. However, always the obedient sub to these two, she followed swallowing her questions. They got inside the bathroom and Jess pulled her in for a kiss and then handed Molly the package.

“Go put these in,” she said casually with a fierce twinkle in her eye. Molly whimpered a little. This xslot only made Jess grin.

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good Girl”

Molly went into the largest stall and opened her bundle. Inside was her largest butt plug, her app controlled vibrator and a small tube of lube. She sucked in air. Fuck! She knew something was up when Jess suggested something like this. They had tricked her! As she stood there looking at her bundle her cunt spasmed and she felt more wetness flood her channel. Fuck.

Obediently she took down her panties and hiked up her skirt. She hardly needed any lube for the vibe. It slid into her sopping pussy like it belonged. The plug was another matter. Putting them in was always a challenge by herself. She put one foot up on the seat of the toilet and squeezed some lube into her hand. She used two fingers to take some and smear her puckered little ass hole with the lube and then the rest went on the toy. She then had to reach around and blindly find her hole. It took some pressure and a few muttered cuss words but finally it went in. She heard Jess chuckle darkly outside if her stall as she struggled. “You doing okay in there?” she asked innocently. Molly ignored her jibe and put the lube back in the cloth bag, pulled her panties back on and stepped out of the stall. She went towards the sink to wash her hands, purposely ignoring her Mistress.

“Stop. Come here.” Molly went to her Mistress obediently.

“Yes Mistress?” Molly asked

“Turn around, spread your legs wide and bend over. That’s it, touch the floor.” Jess reached forward and caressed her ass. Then she gripped the lacy fabric and pulled it aside. “Mmmm, good girl Kitten. Wyatt will be very pleased. Now go wash, bathrooms are filthy!” She gave Molly a swat on the butt as she said this. They both headed for the sink and washed their hands.

They stepped outside and Wyatt raised an eyebrow in question at Jess. She nodded and smirked. He then pulled another package from his pocket. “Now put these one. No, not in there,” he said as Molly headed for the bathroom. Over in this corner. We’ll stand in front of you.” Molly blushed furiously but walked towards the corner. She turned and faced them and opened the smaller package. It was her nipple rings. Oh hell. Those things hurt! And with her thin t-shirt her nipples would be on constant display. She hesitated and looked at both of them. Wyatt simply said “Now.” That was all it took. She raised her shirt. “Jess, why don’t you help her with this. Play with it a bit and then stretch the nipple so she can get the ring in place. First the left.”

Molly moaned as Jess took her nipple in her thin fingers. Jess took her time, rolling and pinching it and then pulled slowly, distending it. Molly moaned and placed the ring right at the base of the nipple. It pinched hard and then suddenly Jess let go. Molly’s breast dropped, nipple bouncing, the little weight on the ring moving around and causing exquisite agony. Then they repeated the performance on the right nipple. There in the lobby, it felt like this process took hours. Molly broke into a sweat worrying about being caught. Luckily it was a slow day and the employees were over by their desk and no one else was anywhere close. Before she could put her shirt down Wyatt used his camera and took a picture of her standing there ring clad breasts exposed with fish in the background.

“Mmm, good girl. C’mon you two lets go see some fishes!”

As they started walking away, Molly trailing close behind, her vibrator suddenly turned on and went nuts. She looked ahead and they both had their phones out. Fuck! Who was doing it? She couldn’t tell. It kept changing so quickly, it felt like they were fighting over her pussy! She had dropped further behind as the sensations kept changing.

Wyatt noticed and with xslot Giriş feigned innocence asked “Why, what’s the matter Kitten? Are you having trouble walking? Well, make sure you’re quiet about whatever is troubling you. I’d hate to have to punish you for being too noisy. You might scare the fish!” With that he turned and walked away.

Molly did her best to endure her torment in silence. Eventually it seemed to settle into a long slow wave that tormented her and kept her right on edge.

Jess and Wyatt stopped at an exhibit. Molly edged up to them and whispered, “Please can I cum?”

Jess turned to her with a cruel smile, “Oh no Kitten, didn’t we tell you? You will not be allowed to cum today. No matter what. At least not until we get home tonight and tie you up for a good fuck. Then you might, if you’re a good girl. Now,” she said turning back to the exhibit like nothing happened, “isn’t that one pretty? Lets get some pictures.” She and Wyatt pulled out their cameras and snapped a few.

Wyatt rested his camera on its strap and walked away, Jess followed. They both had their phones out. Suddenly the sensations in Molly’s wet snatch changed. At once more urgent and more illusive. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. That was how it went all day. They’d stop take photos and then moved to the next exhibit. Molly was only able to pay half attention as the sensations pushed her further and further towards orgasm but with no hope of release.

They walked slowly and took their time at every exhibit. The fish were actually quite beautiful and interesting. She just wished she wasn’t so distracted! Actually no, she took that back, she lived for this. At each exhibit Wyatt and Jess took photos and took turns tormenting her. Light touches to her nipples. Nails whispering up her thigh. Caressing and grabbing her bottom. They included her in the photos and discussions about the exhibits but even that inclusion carried a tone of challenge and mockery. They were really pushing her today as she struggled with her rising sexual frustration.

They made it down to the shark exhibit. It was cavelike and only dimly lit down there. The air around Wyatt and Jess changed. They turned and grinned at Molly, looking more sharklike then they had a right too. “Come here,” Wyatt demanded. Molly moved to stand in front of him, between him and the shark tank. “Lift your shirt. Mmmm, good. Look how pink and swollen her nipples have gotten. Doesn’t she look divine?” He raised his camera and took a picture just as Jess turned up the intensity on the vibrator. Molly’s eyes widened just as he snapped the picture. Jess tucked her phone into her back pocket. She walked over to her and started gently rubbing the tips of Molly’s nipples. Wyatt snapped another picture. The vibrator in Molly’s cunt was driving her towards orgasm. Jess’s gentle touch stimulating her even more.

“Pleeeease, can I cum?!” she whispered desperately.

Jess suddenly pinched her nipple hard and twisted, “No, slut! And don’t ask again!” She let go abruptly and slapped Molly’s breast hard. Molly whimpered but said nothing else. Wyatt pulled out his phone and the sensations changed again. Jess had gone back to playing with Molly’s nipples.

“I bet they have hidden cameras down here, don’t you think Jess?”

“Oh yes, I imagine they’ll enjoy the show when they review the tapes later… watching our little slut get played with down here. Let’s give them a good show!”

“Mmhmmm, yes, I think we should. Alright bitch,” he said turning to Molly and firing up the intensity on her vibe until she almost shrieked. “Turn around, stick your ass out, and put your hands on the glass. Whatever happens, just watch the sharks, Kitten.”

“Yes Sir,” Molly panted. She was desperately trying not to cum.

Jess went and xslot Güncel Giriş stood where she could keep an eye on the entrances to the room and took out her phone. She started playing with the vibrator again. She looked over and watched her friend and lover shake with the effort to keep from going over the edge and chuckled darkly to herself. Then she took a little pity on her lover and turned it down, at least on the clit. The g-spot however, increased in intensity . Molly moaned. Jess watched Wyatt walk closer and flip up Molly’s skirt exposing her milky ass. Molly flinched but didn’t protest.

Wyatt started rubbing her ass and massaging it. He rubbed and caressed until Molly started to relax. Then… “Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!” Four hard thwacks, two on each cheek. Molly bit back a cry, too afraid of drawing someone towards her predicament to let it out. Her cheeks had a couple light pink blotches on them. “Oh god, I love your ass!” Wyatt exclaimed, each word accompanied by a hard ‘Smack!’ It’s. So. Perfect. For. Spanking. And. For. Fucking!”

He put his hand over her plug and pushed on it, increasing the pressure. He leaned in and whispered fiercely, “Tonight we’re going to tie you up, arms behind your back. Jess is going to take you by your hair and shove your pretty little face into her pussy and make you eat it until she screams. And me? I’m going to be behind you, fucking your tight little ass with my big, fat, cock. I’m going to shoot my load up your ass and fill you up. Then, I’m going to shove this plug back in your ass,” punctuating his statement with a sharp shove on the plug “and it’s going to stay there all night. If you’ve been a good girl, we might turn that vibe up high enough to let you get off. If you’re good. If you’re not, well, it might just stay there. Buzzing. All night.” Molly let out a pitiful whimper as he gave her a final “Smack!”, let her go and walked away. He traded places with Jess.

Jess walked up behind her friend. Could hear her panting. Touched her ass and examined it. It was a nice rosy color now from Wyatt’s ministrations. She gently stroked it making Molly twitch. She heard the vibe hitch up in intensity and smiled at Molly’s sharp intake of breath. “Stand up, but keep watching the sharks.” When Molly stood up she went up to her pressing herself against the taller woman’s back. Jess reached around and slid her hands up Molly’s’ torso. Smiling as goosebumps formed on Molly’s skin as she shivered from the light contact. Jess reached up and found her Kitten’s nipples. She again started stroking them lightly. Using tiny little circles and a feather-light touch. Molly’s breathing got ragged as she fought to control her orgasm. Suddenly Jess grabbed as much of Molly’s’ breasts as she could in each hand and squeezed as hard as she could, over the nipple rings. Jess was extremely petite but very strong and Molly had to bite her lip to stay quiet. She scrunched her eyes shut as the pain tore through her nipples. Jess let go and immediately continued the assault on Molly’s nipples. She grabbed each one between a thumb and forefinger. She rolled, twisted and pulled, trying to make her sub break her silence and scream. Something to punish her for later.

Molly bit down her cries and sucked in air instead. Tears came to her eyes as Mistress continued her assault and the vibrator danced madly against her clit and g-spot. It was torture. It was wonderful. Molly determined to be a good girl. She wouldn’t cry out. She wouldn’t cum. She wouldn’t pull away. Wouldn’t. Fuck. Fuck! Oh god! It hurt! It felt so good. She needed to cum! A grunt escaped her lips but that was it.

Suddenly Jess released her nipples. That was almost worse. The rings still bit in cruelly. “Hahaha, good girl indeed.” She patted Molly’s breasts. “Put yourself together. We have the rest of the aquarium to see.”

Molly put her clothes back on properly and they walked away. “Did you enjoy the sharks, love?” Wyatt asked casually as they left the exhibit. Molly realized she didn’t remember seeing any sharks in the tank. Weird…

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I read the other adventures of Kim and I couldn’t resist re-telling my own encounter with this little lady. From the sounds of her exploits I take a small amount of pride in starting her on her “pleasure path”.

My name is Tommy and I went to high school with Kim. She was a very popular girl and hung with the “in crowd”. I, on the other hand, while popular in my own way, did not hang with the same crowd.

You see, I was considered a bad boy, the wrong element, etc. I had my own crowd and we had what you would call a general dislike for Kim and her friends, which mostly consisted of jocks and stuck up cheerleaders.

My story begins during our senior year and the day of Kim’s 18th birthday. We were in English class, waiting for our dinosaur teacher to arrive when I overheard one of her friends wish her happy birthday. I started singing my own rather disgusting version of Happy Birthday to her and she respond with her usual frown and flip of her head.

I asked her if she had received her birthday spanking and she ignored me. I told her I took that as a no and maybe someone should give her one now. She turned to me and said “in your dreams, freak.” I responded with “Baby, you have no idea.”

You see, I had many dreams about Kim, both waking and sleeping if you know what I mean. You couldn’t help but thinking about her with her huge tits and fine ass. Her choices of clothing also didn’t hide her assets very well. She would wear short little skirts and her shirts were always a little too tight and the top buttons never seemed to be used.

Then there was the cheerleader uniform. The skirt was white and short. It barely covered her tight little butt and you could easily catch glimpses of her what I can only assume were special cheering panties. Her sweater was tight of course and the v-neck plunged enough to reveal a small amount of cleavage. The school didn’t seem to notice this as Kim was the first in a long while to have enough of a chest to cause an issue.

Now, back to my story. After my little exchange with Kim I could not get the idea of giving her a good spanking out of my mind. I began to obsess about it. I mentioned it to my friends at lunch and they thought it was a great idea. One of them mentioned that she was in our shop class last period and maybe we could pull something off.

We did have a couple of cheerleaders who took shop. Their crowd thought it was cute for girls to take shop and guys to take Home Ec. We, on the other hand, were a little ticked to have the girls in there. Shop was our one class where xslot we could excel and now we had these two little snobs to remind us of the rest of school.

I left lunch and now I was thinking hard of how we were going to pull this off. I met with my friends after 4th period and we finalized our plan. This would be good and the little bitch would get hers.

Finally last period arrived and we went to shop class. Kim and her friend Tanya came bouncing in and sat at their station. They were wearing the cheerleader uniform as we had a football game that evening. I looked over at my friend Paul and he smiled. The bell rang.

As the teacher was calling roll there was a knock on the door. He opened it and an office worker was there, requesting that he go to the office. You see, we had a little influence within the office staff and he would be busy for at least 15 minutes. That should be plenty of time.

The teacher told us to begin work on our current project and he left. I walked over to Kim’s table and leaned over her.

“Ready for your birthday spanking, sweetie?” I said.

She looked up at me and said “You wouldn’t dare touch me, freak.”

I just smiled and said “Oh, yes I would.”

I motioned to Paul and he grabbed Tanya and pulled her away from the table. She screamed and Paul put his hand over her mouth and proceeded to drag her over to another table. He handed her over to two of our friends and they were glad to keep her occupied. I looked over and saw they were enjoying themselves by massaging her small but perky tits.

Kim looked at me and now she seemed a little scared. “Leave us alone” she sort of blubbered.

“Too late, sweetie. Time for your present.”

I grabbed her and spun her around. I pushed her forward and down over the table. Another two friends each grabbed a hand and held her spread over the table. I stepped back and admired her smooth, long legs hanging from the table, ending of course in her fine little ass.

I reached forward and flipped her skirt up onto her back, revealing her white panties. I knew they must be special now as they covered most of her ass. I reached forward and rubbed her ass. I moved my hand over her complete ass and down her thighs. I had never felt something so soft, yet firm. This girl was sweet.

I grabbed one of the boards we were using for our project. It was a two by four about four feet long. I stepped back and placed it next to her ass. She was still struggling but unable to move. I pulled the board back and then swung it hard. xslot Giriş The pop was quite loud as it made contact with her ass, but not as loud as her scream.

“Somebody shut her up” I said. “She’ll wake the dead”

I saw someone put a hand over her mouth and I pulled back again. I swung it back down and popped her again. It was beautiful to see her butt absorb the blow.

I looked down at her and decided I needed to see her ass in its full glory. I reached down and pulled her panties down to her knees. When I did I revealed a pair of white lace panties underneath.

“Now that’s more like it!” I looked around and saw nothing but smiles.

I pulled back and popped her twice more on her beautiful lace-covered ass. Now I could see her skin absorb more of the force and it was so hot.

I pulled the first panties all the way down her legs and off. I turned and tossed them like a bouquet. There was quite a struggle but Jimmy came up with them in his hand.

I then decided I needed to see her bare ass for the rest of her spanking. I pulled down the white lace panties and pulled them completely off. I put them in my pocket for safe keeping.

Now I stepped back and looked at the most beautiful sight I had ever beheld. She was till bent over the table and now her ass and legs were on complete display.

I pulled back the board and swung it back down. Now the sound was really sharp. Her ass jiggled with the blow and it was now turning red. I pulled back and then proceeded to hit her 5 more times in quick succession. Her little ass was now on fire and very red.

She had stopped struggling so much and was now sobbing hysterically. I walked around and looked her in the eye. “Only 8 more baby.” I said. She looked at me with pleading eyes and shook her head side to side.

I walked around to the back and then I got an idea. I looked around and lo and behold there were 7 other guys in the room.

“OK guys, everyone gets a turn.” I said. A cheer went up and I handed the board to the closet one. He stepped up and blasted her. He handed it to the next one and he took his place. I walked over to the guys holding Tanya and offered to take their place.

They had her sweater up to her neck and her tits out over the top of her bra. They were sticking out and very red from the rubbing they had gotten. Her little nipples were rock hard though. I grabbed her arms and put my hand over her mouth.

I walked her over to Kim and knelt her down right next to Kim’s ass. Her face was inches away xslot Güncel Giriş for the next four blows. Kim’s ass was now starting to welt and I could tell she would be in pain for a while. I gave Tanya to two guys who had their turns and walked to the front of the table.

I told the two guys holding Kim’s hands to lift her up. I just had to see those tits. They pulled her up so her chest was off the table and she was looking right at me. I then noticed that they had stuffed her white panties in her mouth to keep her quiet. That was a nice touch.

I reached out and felt her right tit. It was soft and huge. I grabbed her left and kneaded them together. They were the best tits I had ever felt and probably are to this day. I had to see them. I pulled her sweater down until her bra came into view. I reached inside and pulled her tits up and out of the top of the bra. They were beautiful.

I stepped back and just then she got another pop. Her tits bounced with the blow and she screamed into her panties. I tried to memorize the sight so I could always remember.

I reached out and felt her bare breasts. They were wonderful. I squeezed them together and kissed them both. I then pulled on her nipples. They were like little erasers. I looked her in the eye and said, “Are you enjoying this, you little slut?” She shook her head violently side to side. I smiled and walked to the back.

The last guy handed me the board and said, “One left”.

I moved over and pulled the board back. I looked down at her ass and saw it was one big welt. I swung with all my might and pounded her one last time. Her whole body shook.

I put the board down and reached between her legs. Her pussy was soaked. I was able to slide my fingers in and felt her lips slick with her juices.

Just then one of the guys said, “Harrison’s coming back down the hall.”

I ran around to the front of the table and looked her straight in the eye. I said, “Don’t tell anyone about this or you will get worse. Do you understand?” She looked at me and shook her head up and down.

“Guys, let her go and help her back to her seat.”

They walked her and Tanya back to their table and sat them down, helping them adjust their sweaters. About thirty seconds later our teacher walked back in the room.

He looked around the room, seeing everyone feverishly working. “Did we make good progress?” he asked.

I said, “Oh yes sir, we accomplished quite a bit while you were gone.” “Sir, did you know it was Kim’s birthday today?”

He looked over at Kim and said “No, I didn’t know. Happy Birthday Kim, I hope you get everything you wish for.”

At that point was when I was totally blown away for the first time in my life.

Kim turned her head towards me, smiled and said, “Thank you sir, I am sure I will.”

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Joanna sat waiting in the lounge for Mark to finish showering. As she listened to the sound of the water running in the bathroom, she leant over to adjust the strap on one of her high heeled shoes. Joanna was 26 and had lived with Mark for over 3 years now. They had fallen for each other in their final year of university, and ever since then they had been living in more or less the perfect relationship. They seemed to know each other inside out from the moment they met, and this appreciation of each other only strengthened the longer they stayed together. Both attractive, intelligent and ambitious, they approached their relationship in the same way that they approached everything else in life. 100% effort at all times to ensure that they were both happy.

Joanna heard the water stop in the bathroom, and a few moments later, Mark emerged wearing only a towel. She smiled. ‘Why does he always wear a towel after showering?’ She thought to herself. Considering the situations that she had seen him in, it amazed her that he had any modesty left, but his diffidence turned her on. The beads of water still on his broad chest, and the suggestion of the gaps between the white towel and the grooves on his taught torso, where his hip bones met his toned stomach, was enough to make her mind wander from the night ahead to what might happen when they came home. Mark was 6′ and built like an athlete due to his almost unhealthy obsession with swimming. Every work day he would swing by the pool and try to get in a mile before work had started. Joanna hated the early morning rise, but even when she lay in bed dreaming of a pre-work fuck, she still appreciated the value that this habitual swim added to his body.

They were going out tonight simply as a matter of course. The week after they were paid, they always made an effort to go to a restaurant and have a meal with a bottle of wine. Even though they lived together and were not away with work as much as they used to be, they fully realised the dangers of over familiarity and not spending any quality time together.

They went to a restaurant not far from their flat. It was French and they loved it because of the fact that every table was located so that they could chat without others hearing their conversation. It was not that they planned to talk about anything that needed particular discretion, but they found it made the conversation flow slightly more easily if they were not overhearing others and being overheard themselves.

They ordered and Mark gazed at Joanna, appreciating her beautiful eyes. Mark could remember the first time he had seen Jo. She had been doing a module on his course and they were in the same seminar group. He was immediately struck by her eyes. They were dark, and surrounded by long, full eyelashes. There was something about them that always looked slightly tired, but not in an exhausted way, rather in the way that suggested she had been up all night in some erotic situation or another. Mark just could not help studying them whenever he had chance, and hardly noticed her stunning body until they went out one evening after a study session. Joanna had on a tight black skirt that came down to just below her knees. It was so tight that Mark could see the outline of her panties below the shear fabric. Her pert ass was something that half the boys on his course had noticed, and she was the subject of banter across the campus. This was only fuelled by the fact that nobody had ever had the chance to get near it. Joanna came from quite a traditional, hardworking family and certainly did not ‘put it about’ on a regular basis. Her red top that night had a plunged neck line, and Mark could just see the edge of a lacy black bra. He felt beside himself with lust, stoked by the fun he had had discussing various aspects of the course with her. It was a boring subject, Byzantine political legacies or something, but she and Mark found a connection in their shared perspectives that opened up a whole new level of interest. Nothing turned either of them on more than intellectuality.

As the evening wore on, Mark and Joanna discussed how they were going to ‘finish’ the night. They often played little sex games on these nights out, and it had definitely come to be somewhat of a highlight. Both of them were incredibly open minded and they had never found a boundary that they were unwilling to cross. The overriding theme of all their sexual encounters was balance. Even if one session ended in Mark having an orgasm before Joanna, he would either go down on her until she came, or treat her to a massage on another occasion, ensuring she got off in the process. The thing that they both thrived on was knowing each other so well. They knew that deep down they were pure, good individuals, and that no matter how outrageous and debauched a night they had, by the morning, they would still have a kind of pure love that many couples only dream about, and in that love they could cleanse their bodies and minds.

‘You’ve xslot got your sex eyes on tonight. What are you thinking?’ Mark asked.

‘Well, you always think I have sex eyes on, but that’s beside the point. I am thinking of something a little kinky.’ Joanna said. ‘I’ve got something I want you to do for me, but I really want you to get off as well tonight.’

‘I don’t see a problem with that.’ Mark said as she stroked his calf with her high heel.

‘OK. Well. I’ve been thinking about what those prostitutes do with their Johns down in Alderbury, and I think I want to get my own back for women.’ Jo said with a wry smile.

Often, when Joanna and Mark were driving back from one of the local villages, they had to go through the red light district of a nearby town called Alderbury. There was an army base on the outskirts of Alderbury and that had given rise to a thriving sex trade within the town. Joanna had confessed to Mark that, just like she was fascinated by council estates and the seedy underground of drugs and crime that surrounded some of them, she was also erotically intrigued by the world of prostitution. Mark could well understand, although he had never tried it personally. It was the simplicity of the whole situation that really drew them in; one person has money, the other has a body to buy for a period of time. They were not stupid, and realised that prostitution has a very dark side connected with drugs and crime itself, but they put this to one side when fantasising about it.

‘Em, what do you mean?’

‘Well, some guy will go up to one of them and give them some money, and a minute later, she will be on her knees up an alley somewhere, with her mouth around the guy’s cock, sucking it until he cums down her throat.’

‘Well, you don’t have a cock, so I can see a slight problem with that plan.’

‘Ha ha. Very funny. What I want is for me to take you up the alley around the corner from here, and have you sink to your knees while I turn around and hitch up my skirt. Then I want you to pull my panties to the side and lick my pussy until I cum.’

‘Sounds amazing. I can’t think of any better way to make our walk home more interesting.’ Mark said. He loved it when she was a little dominant. ‘I don’t want to be selfish, but you did mention something about me getting off too.’

‘Yes, I’ve got that all planned too, but you’ll have to wait.’

They paid and left the restaurant. Mark was already hard just thinking about what he was about to be made to do to his beautiful girlfriend. Joanna could already feel the warm juices in her pussy causing her vulva to slip over each other as she walked down the road. As they reached the alley, Joanna grabbed Mark’s hand and pulled him along.

‘Come on slut, you’ve got work to do!’ She said with a smile, slapping Mark’s ass.

He smiled back as she dragged him over to some wheelie bins. Something about this selfishness on her part, even though he knew she would be doing something for him straight afterwards, was really turning him on. He would not consider himself either submissive or dominant. His role changed. But if really pushed, something about the idea of being used for her pleasure really did seem to turn him on quicker than anything else, and the incredibly sordid location only heightened is arousal.

‘Right, here we are. Now, get on your knees and get to work. I’m sure you’ve got a lot of other people to see tonight, so as a helping hand I should tell you that I really get off when a guy licks my ass a little in between focussing on my clit and pussy.’

Mark knew this, but hearing her tell him out loud was so sexy. She was normally slightly shy about asking him to do that, but obviously she was getting into her role nicely tonight. He knelt, as she turned around and placed one hand on the wall, using her other to hitch up her black skirt, not unlike the one she had worn on their first night out together. Mark could not believe he had not noticed that she was wearing a suspender belt and stockings. This, coupled with her lacy black panties was enough to make him almost cum in his trousers.

‘Would you like me to take your knickers off?’ Mark asked, trying to sound submissive.

‘No, leave them one and pull them to one side.’ She replied, bending at her waist slightly so her pussy and ass were right in front of Marks waiting face.

Mark ran his hands up her legs, appreciating the sheer fabric around her beautiful toned legs. He ran them back down, starting right at the inside of her thighs, the sides of his hands brushing against the gusset of her panties. He leant forward and kissed first one buttock, then the other, getting off on the feel of the lacy fabric brushing against his face. He then pulled her panties to the side and ran his finger from the top of her ass right down to her pussy. She could feel that this was not exposed enough for his tongue, and bent even further, reaching around with one hand to pull her xslot Giriş panties and one ass cheek aside, spreading herself wide open for him. Mark plunged his tongue into her pussy, instantly smelling the familiar aroma of her pussy juices, while his nose nudged against her rosebud. The first time they had done this, Mark explained to Joanna that he had felt embarrassed doing this, with his nose touching her asshole. Did she not think it ridiculous? She had explained that as she could not see it, the only effect it had on her was to increase the pleasure, as his tongue teased her pussy and clit, and something nudged against her asshole.

Mark began to really fuck her pussy with his tongue, whilst reaching up and beginning to massage her clit with his left thumb. Every so often he would lick the entire length of her pussy to spread the lubrication around some more, lingering first on her clit, and then, as his thumb replaced his tongue there, licking up to her rosebud and teasing her there. He was almost disappointed when she reached down with her other hand (resting her head against the wall for support) and took over from his thumb on her clit. Really quickly however, Mark found this even more of a turn on. He really was her slut for these moments, just a tongue in her pussy and on her ass while she wanked her clit to orgasm.

Sure enough, Joanna was soon feeling the blood run from her legs up to her pussy as a familiar tingling took over. She pushed her arse back and ground it against Mark’s face as she rubbed her clit harder and harder. She felt her legs begin to shake, and as Mark’s tongue plunged in and out of her pussy, she was soon over the edge, her pussy contracting wildly on his tongue as she almost collapsed through the pleasure of her orgasm.

Mark continued to slowly lick her pussy until she stood up straight, adjusting her panties and pulling her skirt back down over her ass.

‘Was that OK?’ Mark asked.

‘Darling, that was so much more than ‘OK’.’ Joanna replied. ‘You were such the perfect little slut, I got off just as much on the thought of your degradation as I did on your tongue.’ She smiled at him and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. ‘Now let’s get home and have some fun with you.’

Mark had not really thought about this as degradation, but the sound of that word on Joanna’s lips really made him weak. His submissive side was really coming out tonight, and he desperately hoped that whatever she had planned for him would follow the theme of what had already occurred.

As they pushed open the door to the flat, Joanna told Mark to get some drinks while she went upstairs to ‘prepare’. Mark did as he was told, wanting to rush as his balls were aching with the need for release already. As he walked up the stairs, the anticipation of what Joanna had in store for him was almost painful, but he took his time and tried to remain cool. The last thing he wanted to do was cum before he had any fun.

Pushing the door open, he could not have been greeted with a more sexy sight. Joanna had dimmed the lights and was standing at the foot of their bed wearing the same stockings, panties and suspender belt from before, coupled with a black corset that pushed her tits up into a heaving bosom. Still wearing her high heels, Mark began to realise that she was still very much the person running the show here.

‘Put the drinks down and slowly take off your clothes Mark.’

He did so, silently, trying not to ruin the moment by rushing. There was something in the stern way in which she said this that got him really worked up, and as he carried out her instructions, he was almost shaking with the intensity of feeling he was experiencing.

As he began to peel the waistband of his boxers away from his sides, Joanna ordered ‘No, not them, not yet. Get on the bed and lie on your back. I am going to tell you exactly what to do tonight, and if you do so, I can guarantee you will cum so hard you won’t know what is happening.’

Mark nodded and walked to the bed.

‘Right, I can see from the wet patch on your boxers that you are already turned on. Did you like licking my pussy earlier Mark?’

Mark decided to go along with this dom:sub roleplay to the full. ‘Yes Joanna, I adored licking your pussy and tasting your sex.’

‘Good. Did you like licking my ass?’

‘Yes.’

‘You are a dirty boy. I can tell that if I’m not careful you will be making a mess on these sheets before we know it, so you must do as I say. If you do, I might let you cum somewhere on me, alright?’

‘Yes, Joanna.’

‘OK. Now, I want you to reach up with your right hand and begin to rub your left nipple. Nice and slowly, and very lightly. You love it when I do this to you, so I want to see you doing it for yourself.’ Mark complied. He did find that whenever Joanna touched his nipples during sex, it instantly made him harder and would almost always make him cum very soon, but if she wanted to xslot Güncel Giriş tease him, she would alternate between touching his nipples and his cock, but never simultaneously. ‘You appear to like that.’ Joanna said, pointing down at the twitching cock in his boxers. ‘Aww, you’re wetting your pants with all that pre-cum!’

This humiliated Mark so much, but he was loving submitting to this wonderful dominatrix that had just wandered into his life, yet knew him so well. ‘Now, slowly move your left hand up to your right nipple and do the same.’ Joanna instructed strictly. ‘I want to see that little cock leaking until you have to pull your pants down to dry yourself off.’

Mark felt so ashamed of his situation. She knew how to control his body, and mind, to a degree that would have scared him if he was not so deeply in love. He gently brushed his hands over his nipples as she had told him, and felt as though he would explode any moment, without even touching his cock.

‘As you appear to have enjoyed it so much earlier, I am going to let you have another look at my ass now.’ Joanna said. ‘I want you to smell my pussy and asshole through my panties as I lower my ass onto your face, but you must keep on rubbing your nipples like a good little slut as I do so.’

Mark nodded as Joanna got onto the bed and stood with one foot either side of Mark’s chest. Mark absolutely adored seeing Joanna’s ass in his face, and one of his favourite things had always been indulging in a 69 with Jo. He realised now, as she was lowering her ass onto his face, that he really did not care if she was touching his cock during the act. The real pleasure came simply from the proximity of her pussy and ass to his face.

Mark looked up and saw the lacy black panties approaching his eyes. As Joanna sat her amazing ass over his mouth, he felt the moist lace brush his lips. The pussy juice that he had coaxed from her pussy an hour ago was once more being rubbed in his face as he lay there rubbing his nipples. All he could do was breathe in the magnificent scent of her pussy and move his lips gently over the fabric to appreciate the silky, yet rough feel of it.

‘OK Mark, I want you to continue appreciating my ass while you touch your cock.’ Joanna commanded. ‘But first you must stop touching your nipples. We don’t want you blowing your wad too soon, do we? Now, move your right hand to just above your cock, and gently run your fingernails over the fabric covering your balls.’

Mark did this and his cock twitched. ‘Now gently brush your hand over your cock while you tease your balls for me.’

As Mark did this, he continued to rub his face in her ass. He knew this was bordering on perverse by some people’s standards, but again, the knowledge that their relationship was founded on purity made this a totally guilt free experience. As Joanna had once explained ‘We’re just two bodies. Anything that we do with them is natural.’

This went on for about ten more minutes and Joanna knew that Mark could not bear much more teasing. She lifted off his writhing face and started ‘OK Mark, you’ve been a very good boy, so now I’m going to let you cum. I want you to kneel on the bed and take your pants off.’

Mark did so like a shot, appreciating the firm feeling of his waistband as it travelled over his cock. ‘Now, I’m going to kneel in front of you and I want you to begin touching your nipple with your left hand while you use this hand to massage the head of your cock.’ As she said this, Joanna took hold of Mark’s right hand with both of hers and raised it to her mouth. She let some saliva fall on to it, then spread it around with her tongue, along the outside of his index finger and inside of his thumb, so that when he made a ring with them, the inside was lubricated.

‘Before you start, I should explain where I want you to cum.’ Joanna said. ‘I want you to cum inside my ass, but not too far. I want you to bring yourself right to the edge of orgasm and then stick the head, and only the head, of your cock into my asshole. Then I’ll take care of the rest.’

Mark nodded, and Joanna knelt in front of him, on her hands and knees, offering him her still panty-covered backside. Mark began to pinch his right nipple with his hand as he wrapped his fingers around the head of his cock. He tugged at the glans and twisted the fingers on his nipple a few times and knew that he would not last long. As he looked down and saw Joanna’s perfect, round backside right next to his cock, he stroked even faster and then, as the point of no return was almost upon him, he reached down to move her panties to the side.

‘OK, now stop stroking. I’ll take over from here. You just concentrate on your nipples.’ Joanna ordered. She pulled her panties over her left buttock and firmly grasped Mark’s swollen cock. She guided the head to her asshole which was already wet from earlier. In one swift motion, she moved back, enveloping the glans of Mark’s cock in her ass. The ring of her asshole pressed down on the ridge of his cock and made it twitch uncontrollably. As Joanna grabbed the shaft of Mark’s cock and began tugging at it, Mark felt like he was on another planet- a slut wanking his cock for him into her asshole.

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With one last tug, I finish tying the knot in the rope which binds your hands behind your back. I then pull the black velvet hood over your head and tighten the drawstring around your neck. As the material is thick, no light comes in, leaving you totally in the dark.

“Master I am afraid.”

“Yes, as well you should be my little girl. But be quiet now. I will take care of you. You are not to speak again unless spoken to.”

I lead you out the front door and down the pathway to the driveway. “Wait here, don’t move.” I go to the back of the house to get the car. As you stand there you hear voices in the street. You wonder if anyone is watching you. You are concerned but a little amused too. “Screw ’em anyway” you think to yourself. “I’m doing what I like to do.” I pull the car up, get out and come around to you. I open the door. “Duck your head down” I say as I push and maneuver you into the back seat. I get back in and pull the car out into the street. “We are going to the far side of town. It may take a bit to get there. Just sit back and relax.”

You wonder how you are supposed to relax. You can’t see, you’re tied up, in the back of a car going who knows where to do who knows what. All you know is that tonight’s session will not be private. And that scares you. You feel the fear. You feel your heart pumping faster. You feel yourself starting to sweat. You want to talk. You want to ask questions. But you know you must not. You want reassurance, but you know it is not coming. Not now. You sit quietly with your thoughts and your fears. All that holds you together is your trust. Trust in a man whose dominance you crave.

From the sounds of the night you determine that we are driving through the downtown area. As we come to a red light you wonder again if anyone might be looking in at you. As we pull away, I take a sharp left turn and accelerate, pushing you back in your seat. You sense the car going very fast. You figure we must be on the expressway. Suddenly you hear the siren directly behind us. You hear me say “Oh shit” under my breath as I pull the car to the side of the road.

“Oh god Michael, what are we gonna do? Take this thing off my head. Shit. What are we gonna say? Do something! Goddammit!.”

“BE QUIET,” I yell back as the fire truck goes screaming by.

Your heart is in your mouth as you realize your mistake. Your vision of explaining the situation to a policeman fades away. Yet you still feel panicked. Your heart is throbbing so hard you can hear it. You are almost hyperventilating. You think about screaming “RED LIGHT” to put a stop to this. You are on the edge. You don’t know if you can continue. The fear is strong. Yet you gather yourself back together. You do not wish to waste a safeword on such a foolish situation. You decide that you will talk about this after the session. You calm yourself down.

After about ten more minutes we arrive at our destination. I help you out of the car. I hold your arm as I lead you up the walkway to the door. You stumble once but I keep you up. Once inside I guide you up two long flights of stairs. We go down a short hallway. I stop you in front of the doors to the club.

“Jennifer, we are going in now. There will be a small audience here tonight. You are to play an important part in a stage scene. Are you ready?”

“I don’t know. xslot What is going to happen? ”

“Everything will be all right. You know I will never let anything harmful happen to you. If you trust me then you will have an experience that you will never forget. Can you do that?”

“Yes…yes, I will try Master.”

I lead you into the room and up the steps of the small stage. You hear voices in the audience but you are unable to make out anything that is being said. It is more of a murmur. There is some jazz music coming from a radio at the far side of the room. You detect a feint smell of marijuana plus a stronger scent which is very pleasant. You find out later that it is frankincense. Although you cannot see you are aware that you are the center of attention. You are scared yet you feel exhilarated. The suspense, the delving into the wicked unknown, keeps your heart pumping hard enough that you feel it. Suddenly you hear footsteps coming closer. You recognize the unmistakeable sound of high heels on the wooden floor.

“Ah, Michael, so good to see you again! It has been such a long time. I’ve missed seeing you. Thank you for coming out tonight.”

“My dear Mistress Catherine, it has indeed been too long. I’ve missed your wonderful parties and scenes. When I received your special invitation for tonight I just had to come.”

“Well, I’m so grateful. And who have you brought with you here?”

“This is Jennifer, a relative newbie. She is exploring her submissiveness. She has a taste for the kinky and I think I can say, the bizarre.”

“Hmmm…..good. She’s in the right place then. Why don’t you show us a bit more of her.”

I start by untieing the ropes holding your hands behind your back. You are relieved to have them off. I pull the zipper of your dress all the way down. It falls free from your shoulders as it slides down from your body. You lift your legs one by one as I take it away. I remove your black bra and panties. Then your shoes. You are naked now but for the hood. I wait before taking it off. You know that everyone is looking. You are not self conscious though. You feel a pride. You stand tall. You like the feeling. You like having your body looked at. You had fantasized about trying out as a stripper but never had the courage. Now, here you are. The exhibitionist comes to life.

Finally I remove the hood from your head. The brightness of the spotlight blinds you for a moment. As your eyes adjust you see your surroundings. You are on a small wooden stage. There are two large stagelights shining down that keep you from seeing into the audience which is in virtual darkness. All you can see are shapes and silhouettes. You judge that there are a few dozen people out there. On the stage besides the two of us and the Mistress are two women dressed as flower girls. They are standing off to the far sides. Immediately opposite you about six feet away is a man dressed completely in black with a hood around his head.

The Mistress approaches and stands directly in front of you. Dressed in a tight bright red top with a black skirt and high black leather boots, she looks every bit the sophisticated FemDom. She fixes your hair which had been a bit disheveled by the hood. She smoothes the stray strands back into place and pushes your hair back over your shoulders. Reaching out, xslot Giriş she pinches your nipples while looking directly into your eyes. Although scared, you are a bit defiant. You recognize she is a Domme but you are unwilling to give her your submission so easily. Her dark eyes bore into you. You can sense her power. You look right back into her eyes but you feel the weakening of your gaze as you realize that you are no match for her. And she sees it. With a slight smile she releases your nipples and walks away from you.

“Girls, let’s get our boy ready for the scene!”

With that command the flowers girls go up to the man in black. Standing on small stools they pull down some rope hanging from the rafters. They raise the man’s arms to the three and nine o’clock positions. They tie the rope tightly securing his arms in position. Next they unbuckle his belt and pull his pants and underwear down around his ankles. The man offers no resistance, but rather seems to be limp as if resigned to his fate.

“Michael, would you have your little girl take her place, please.”

I lead you forward and have you kneel on a pad in front of the man. You are mystified yet intrigued by what is going on. You love that aspect of our sessions. Each one is a journey into the unknown, into the undiscovered recesses of your own sexuality.

The Mistress walks over to the man and pulls the hood off his head. You are stunned when you see the collar, the white collar around his neck. The man is a priest. You are shocked and a bit frightened seeing a priest in this situation. As a child you were raised as a Catholic. You were taught that priests deserved the utmost respect and admiration for their virtuous lifestyles. But clearly, here is one who has wandered from the path. Yet when you look at his face you see pain. The pain of a man who is torn by the dichotomy of purity and debauchery. A man who must upon occasion release the demons of desire and lust which stir within him. And tonight is his time to let them out.

“Well bad boy, welcome to your nightmare. Hmmm….yes, which is of course,…. me. I am here to give you exactly what you deserve. That is to say….hehe….exactly what you want.”

With that the lovely Mistress Catherine unloads on the priest with her long oaken paddle. The smacking sound of the hard wood connecting with the soft bare skin reverberates throughout the small auditorium. The hushed silence of the spectators makes the sound seem even louder. The priest makes no noise, not even a slight moan. Indeed when you look at his face you swear you see him straining to keep from breaking into a smile. There is no doubt in your mind that he is getting satisfaction from the spanking. Even though you can identify with the feeling, you are blown away seeing it in a man of the cloth.

“Now, put her to work!”

I motion you forward, but there is really no need. You understand your position. Without hesitation you reach up and put your mouth on his cock. Although flaccid at the start it quickly swells and hardens in your mouth. In fact it becomes very hard. You are amazed at the stiffness of it. You give the best head you know how to give. You love it. You love the wickedness of it. You love the thrill of giving a blowjob on stage. And you love pleasuring a priest. The ultimate sexual sin. Your xslot Güncel Giriş mind goes back to when you were spanked by Father O’Brian when you were a girl. You cried. You felt the pain. But you also felt HIS pleasure. You knew he liked doing it. But he kept that hidden. Now you feel your chance to bring the desire out into the light of day. To force the virtuous to acknowledge the carnal forces within. The priest moans loudly. Looking up you see the pained expression on his face. You see his resistance. And you know it is your job to break it down. You savor the challenge.

“STOP! NOW! Not so quickly little girl! There is no need to rush here!” You take your mouth off at the command of the Mistress.

“Yes, that is better. Slowly, dear, slowly. Now bring me a whip.” One of the flower girls appears with a short black leather whip. The end of it consists of about twenty two foot long tassels.

“Now Michael dearest what is that number that I need to whip him….what is it…thirty something?”

“Thirty nine.”

“Ah yes…thirty nine, that’s it, yes. Hmmm….such a nice figure.”

With that she lays in heavy with the whip on the hapless priest. The leather tears into his white skin crisscrossing it with heated red welts. The flower girls stand to the side counting each whip lash in unison. The scene is surreal. You join back in by licking all over his massive hard on. Not to be left out I come into the scene by whacking your backside with a flogger with soft rubber strands. You feel no pain, but rather a soothing cooling effect. You like it.

As the whipping continues you rise up and look at the priest. You see his agony and his ecstasy in his face. You grab hold of his collar, ripping it off. With one motion you tear off the buttons of his black shirt exposing his chest. You bite down hard on his left nipple. Your teeth sink in to his flesh. He screams loudly. You enjoy the sound. You enjoy the power.

As the flower girls sing out “thirty nine” there is again a break in the scene. The priest’s backside is covered with deep red welts. The Mistress made sure he paid his penance. In the front there is blood trickling from his nipple. His whole body is sweating profusely.

The Mistress inserts a red butt plug into the priest’s ass. He grimaces slightly as she forces it in deeply. She again picks up the long oaken paddle. “Now, back to work. Finish him this time little girl!”

She again lays in with the paddle. She screams obscenities at the priest, saying things too evil to repeat even in this forum. She pounds his ass mercilessly. Standing on a stool you mount the priest, wrapping your arms and legs around him, you grab his hair tightly to hold on. With a furious passion you fuck him as hard as you possibly can. You grunt and scream out as you put all your strength into it. I flog your ass to spur you on. Incredible energy is being expended by all four participants. With a tremendous release the priest is brought to a body and soul shattering orgasm. His whole being shakes as he lets out a deafening scream. The feel of his sperm squirting inside you triggers your own orgasm. You yell out “God, God, God,” over and over until you can pump no more.

The scene stops. The priest hangs limply in position thoroughly beaten and exhausted. You are on the floor in front of him desperately trying to catch your breath. There is a stirring in the audience. The applause begins and turns into a standing ovation. Mistress Catherine goes to the front of the stage and with a beaming smile on her face bows graciously to the appreciative crowd.

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