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My name is JoAnne. I met the man who was to become my Master through his cousin during a summer visit. I was 19 and Bill was 19. This was 40 years ago, but I can still remember it as if it had happened earlier today. Even at the age of 19, I had had several short term relationships with various men. I had loved to fuck ever since I had felt my first cock in my pussy just before I turned sweet 16. To be honest with you, short term relationships were all I ever wanted. No going steady or the boyfriend/girlfriend type of thing. I dated just about anyone who had asked me out and I fucked most of them.

When I was first introduced to Bill, my whole world was turned upside down and inside out. His cousin had brought me to his house to meet him. He was visiting for a month and Cousin Bud thought it would be a really nice gesture on his part to introduce Cousin Bill to a real live nymphomaniac. I had never been fond of being referred to as a ‘nympho’ but I guess I had earned the title because, back then, I would eagerly suck and fuck almost any two legged dick that would come my way. I was also called a ‘cum slut’ because of my craving for the white creamy fluid. I could cum just by bringing a guy off with my hand and watching every last spurt of his cum shooting out of the tiny hole at the end of his hard cock and then licking it all up from where ever it had landed.

I have no idea what had happened to me when I walked into the house that fateful day but, and this is the God’s honest truth, when Bill stood up and held out his hand to me, I looked into his beautiful green eyes and felt as if my entire being, from heart to soul, had just been opened up and exposed for the entire world to look at in intimate detail. This handsome man, with long auburn hair kept in a ponytail, turned my entire body into jello. My knees became wobbly, my body was suddenly shaking, my usual confidence and expounding approach, when first introduced to a man, came off like a mumbling, stuttering, corner talking moron. I had never felt so inadequate, helpless, useless, or totally brainless in my life. I always took control with men. I have a very pretty face, gorgeous tits, a fantastic body, and a sexual aura that turns heads toward me by men two blocks away. I was suddenly turned into this dumb, flatchested, shapeless, ugly female virgin who could only stutter and stare at the floor in embarrassment. What the hell was happening to me?

His first words to me were: “Hi JoAnne. I’m so pleased to meet you. From your reaction and what I see in your eyes, I must be the first man with whom you will do anything I wish or ask of you.”

This put me into shock. I had no idea how to respond to that. My mind was trying to grasp onto any form of self confidence and dignity it could find. All I could do was look into his eyes once again and I suddenly felt that he was actually inside of me and looking at my thoughts and desires. It wasn’t threatening. As a matter of fact, it was very calming, and I suddenly felt myself becoming very peaceful and secure in his presence. With a surge of new confidence, I said to him: “You are the first man I have ever met who can freely do anything he wants with me.”

And that was our first meeting. Within a year I had earned his collar. I had become the woman I was always trying to hide from myself and everybody else. I trained hard and long and learned submission, obedience, trust, honesty, and then came to realize the greatest and deepest feelings of love that could possibly exist in this world.

That’s how we met. We have been together for 40 years. I wanted to tell you about that before I told you about the bet we made the very next day. Well….. It wasn’t the usual kind of bet. A ‘challenge’ would be a much better word to use.

Cousin Bud and his wife fixed up a beautiful dinner that first evening that I had met my future Master. Every date I had ever had started out with some food, then some booze (even at age 16), followed by a make out session with lots of touchy/feely, and finally to the sucking and fucking that I craved so much. This first evening with Bill didn’t exactly go in that direction. We all ate a nice dinner and then adjourned into the living room where a fireplace was glowing with dancing flames. We all enjoyed a few after dinner drinks and the four of us just simply talked, and laughed, and told stories and other lies until the early hours of the next morning. We had a fantastic time. I was just overwhelmed with awe for this new man who treated me with respect and consideration. He looked at me as a sensual woman rather than as a sexual object. I wasn’t just another wet cunt to stick his dick in and shoot his load as I was to every other man I had ever met. By the time the evening was over, I had no doubt in my mind that I would do anything he asked or commanded, And I mean absolutely anything, anywhere, anytime, no matter what it was that he wanted me to do. He could do anything to me and I would do anything for him. And that meant privately, publically, on a stage, in a fully packed stadium, in the middle of town, or out in the countryside. Anything. Anywhere. Anytime. No exceptions. And that petrified me. That was not ‘me’ at all. That was somebody entirely different that I had never met. I had no idea what was happening to me.

Bill took me home just a little after 3 a.m. in the morning. He walked me to the door, gave me a light kiss on the lips, told me he was very happy that bebek escort we had met, told me to meet him at 12 noon at a famous local hot dog stand outside of town, and just simply walked back to his car and left without waiting for any response from me. I was to meet him and that was all there was to it.

I went into my apartment in a total daze and spent the next hour masturbating over and over again to his image in my mind. I came at least four times in that hour. I couldn’t help it. My dreams that night were of me being tied up, spanked, paddled, handcuffed, paraded around naked, and performing all sorts of weird and unusual sex acts on a stage that was lit up so brightly I couldn’t tell if Bill was the only one in the audience or whether every seat was filled. In one dream sequence, there was a neon sign hanging on my bedroom wall that was flashing “DANGER!!! YOU ARE PROBABLY BEING WATCHED RIGHT NOW!!!” And that’s how he started turning my world upside down.

I woke up at 10:30 a.m. I took a shower, washed my hair, shaved my legs and underarms, and toweled my body dry. An idea suddenly popped into my head and I shaved my pussy too. I have done that a few times over the years but, for the most part, I just keep it trimmed short and neat. When I finished with the electric trimmer and the razor, my entire pussy was totally hairless and as smooth as a baby’s hind end. I had even used the electric trimmer to shave off any of the hairs around my asshole as best as I could.

Since it was the beginning of summer and would be in the upper 70’s all day, I put on a sundress that I love to wear, which is really sexy without being vulgar. It had a reinforced bodice so a bra was totally unnecessary. And, in this case, was totally unwanted. I put on a nice pair of lightly colored panties and retrieved a pair of leather sandals from the back of my closet. My hair was in a casual ponytail just like Bill’s, except that mine was a whole lot longer. I left my apartment, got into my car, and drove directly to the hot dog stand where Bill had told me to meet him at 12 noon. I was there at 11:55. He was pulling into the parking lot at the exact same time that I was pulling in. We parked side by side on the very outside edge of this humongous open parking area that served as an overflow for the shopping center on the far side.. After saying our hellos, Bill took my hand into his and we walked across the extremely large parking lot toward the small fast food joint that was in one corner as if we had been boyfriend/girlfriend for years. He told me I looked beautiful and ‘far out sexy’. My heart was racing like the Daytona 500.

We walked through the door, up to the counter and ordered hot dogs, potato salad, and lemonade. We received a number tag and Bill led me to the table in the farthest rear corner of the little restaurant. Our food came soon after that and we spent the next half hour eating and talking casually about general topics of interest.

When we had finished with our lunch and the table had been cleared, Bill took both of my hands in his, looked straight into my eyes (which meant he was also looking inside of me), and asked me if I would like to play a little game that would determine what we were going to do together for the rest of the day. I had asked him what kind of game and he said it was sort of like a toss of the coin, a drawing of a card, or maybe even like a bet.

I don’t know why, but I had instant total trust in this man from the moment I had first met him. I said OK to the game and asked what the winner was going to get.

This is what he said to me: “Both of us will win this game. We can do this two different ways JoAnne. The first is that we will each write a number 1 or 2 on a piece of paper. Then we will show each other our numbers. If they match, I will spend the entire day doing whatever you want me to do with you. If they don’t match, you will spend the entire day totally naked doing anything I want with you, no matter what it is. The only other option you have is to just simply ask me to allow you to be naked all day and beg me to do anything I want with you. You are going to beg me to allow you to become my submissive sex slave for a month anyway, before this day is over. And, I might add, you are going to ask me, on your own volition, to allow you sign a statement of ownership that will make you my own personal property.”

This guy didn’t waste any time. We had just met not too many hours earlier and we were already working out plans for a day of my being naked and doing whatever he wanted me to do. And then voluntarily giving away all of my own personal freedom to become owned by him for 30 days. This was really getting very far out there. And it was getting there awfully fast.

“You are going in a direction that scares the hell out of me Bill. I’m no virgin to sex but what you are discussing with me is a lot more involved than just the usual ‘wham bam thank you ma’am sort of thing. You seem to be under the impression that I am some sort of a mindless female who doesn’t have anything to say about what I am going to do or not do. That maybe I’m too fucking stupid to do anything but blindly let you do anything you want with me. That’s quite an assumption on your part.”

“You are absolutely right JoAnne. I have been very presumptive. I apologize for that. I am actually guilty of testing you. I can very well understand if you are pissed mecidiyeköy escort off at me but this is something that just came into my head the moment I met you. I have never conducted myself in this overbearing manner with any woman I have just met. When I looked into your eyes last night, I could actually see a craving need to experiment with submission deep down inside of you. But I also saw a wall of fear blocking this need from coming to the surface. I decided instantly to take the risk of confronting this secret desire in your heart. It seemed like you were silently shouting out to me to come in and help you tear down that wall of fear. I’m not usually this aggressive with someone I have just met and I hope you will forgive me.”

“Of course I forgive you. I am embarrassed by what you have just told me. I have never told anyone of my dreams or fantasies about having a man telling me what to do and then doing it without question. When you first looked into my eyes, I could feel your presence throughout my body. It scared the hell out of me because I knew you could probably see all of my secrets and fears and that’s quite an unnerving experience. I couldn’t understand how anyone could do what you were doing. After I first got past all the fear and the shock of what I was feeling, I was able to put up a bit of a counter response.

The main problem I had was that what you were probably seeing was actually something very real but extremely private to me. Then again, I really didn’t know what you were seeing. You really did a psyche number on my head there Cousin Bill.”

“I did succeed in getting you to react and respond though. That was my objective. I knew instantly, the second I saw you that you were someone very special and I was right. You are very special. You are so special that I’m not going to waste any time playing games and bull shit. I think it best that you make a choice, right now, as to whether or not you want to commit yourself to having a growing trust in me and vowing your absolute honesty, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating that might be. If you don’t feel that you want to begin working on that, then we should probably call it a day. I will be here for a month, so that opens up several other options too. I will tell you one thing…. You may not believe this right at this moment but, a submissive unquestionably controls everything. One way or another, nothing will ever happen that she doesn’t allow to happen. She can stop anything at any time. That’s a little tidbit to keep in the back of your mind should you need some reassurance. If all of this is too sudden or too confrontational for you, then we can enjoy each other’s company off and on over the next four weeks that I’m going to be here, if you would enjoy that. We can go out together on ‘dates’ more or less. I will leave that all up to you my little cum slut.”

“I do trust you now or I wouldn’t be here. As far as honesty goes, I have never been totally honest with anyone in my life. And that includes me. What you are asking of me may not be possible but, for you, I will do my utmost to be honest with you. I may not succeed, but I will give it my best shot. As far as being owned by you and being your submissive slave, we will see about that as we go along. You intrigue me and I am indeed, interested in possibly exploring your presumed goals for me. Let’s look at this as your challenging me to find out who I really am, what I need, and where I want to go with it.”

“I will accept that JoAnne. Here is what you must do if you don’t think you are being honest with me. Tell me that you don’t think you can be honest with me at that time and we will work through it together. That is what builds the trust that is going to be needed between us. One of the most destructive things you can do to a relationship of any kind is being dishonest. Even in the tiniest little way. It will eventually catch up to you and bite you in the ass. If I’ve gotten your curiosity and interest fired up at all, please don’t agree to anything further unless you can make a personal commitment to yourself first, and then to me, that trust and honesty will never be deliberately violated under any circumstances, no matter how scary, embarrassing, humiliating, or emotionally upsetting it may be. If you can make that promise, you are going to have a door opened up to you that will change your entire life in a way you never thought possible.”

“You’re not going to give me any time to think this over, are you?”

“Sure I will. You have 30 minutes. The less time you take, the more adventure you will have this afternoon and evening. This new life I am talking about is one based on natural instinct, not long thought out rationalization like the world you are in now.”

“May I ask you a few questions?”

“Yes you may. with the stipulation that you will address me as Sir whenever you speak to me.”

“May I ask you a few questions, Sir?”

“You may ask only one while we are here. Should you need to have a second question answered immediately, you will have to pay a price for it.”

“You seem to be deliberately trying to scare me off Bill. Uhhh, Sir. This is all so very scary to me. I’m not sure I want to take the step that you are demanding of me. This even sounds like a smooth talking con game.”

“I’m not demanding anything at all slut girl. You call me ‘Sir’ and I will call you ‘slut’ or any of several other possible names florya escort that may fit at that moment. The options are all yours. They are totally and completely yours. The decision in making a choice is all yours. Even thinking about it at all is your option. If you really believe this is actually a con game and that I would waste the very short time I have for my vacation, then we can end this right now if you chose to do so.”

“OK Sir. I will ask you a question and then make my decision.”

“If I allow you to ask me a question now, after all of this circling of the wagons that you have been doing since we got here, I will require that you place one finger inside of your pussy while asking the question and then move it to your clit while I give you the answer.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!!! You want me to do that right here? You want me to play with my pussy In this restaurant? With more and more people arriving by the minute that might very well see me? Uhhh…..Sir?”

“You can easily sneak a hand under that sundress without anybody seeing what you are doing. My body blocks nearly everybody’s view from most of the dining area and there aren’t any people anywhere else at the moment.”

“Oh God…… I guess I have to see where this goes. If I turn this down I will probably regret it for the rest of my life.”

I looked in all directions around the entire restaurant. To anybody who happened to be looking in my direction, I’m sure they would get the instant impression that I was trying to hide something. I looked absolutely guilty. I told myself to calm down, take a deep breath and to look at Bill, oh shit, I mean Sir, like we were engaged in a casual conversation. I doubt that anyone would even notice us if we would do that.

I breathed deeply a couple of times and looked straight into his eyes and we locked into a stare. He could probably tell that my arm was moving slightly. After a few seconds, I told him that I had one finger completely inserted into my vagina. He immediately told me that I could only use slang words to describe the sexual areas of my body. No vagina allowed. Words like pussy, cunt, cooze, crack, slice, snatch, twat, or fuck hole were acceptable. OK….. So I told him that I had moved my hand under my dress until I had pushed it under my panties and over my pussy. I had one finger that I managed to push into my cooze, past the crack, through the slice, and into my soaking wet snatch where I was now pushing it slowly but steadily in and out of my fuck hole which has caused my entire twat to get soaked and my cunt was now on fire.

I could barely keep a straight face while saying that and he was having just as much trouble as I was. We both finally started laughing and the tension just disappeared.

“What is your question slut?”

I leaned forward and put my face only inches in front of his, stared hard and direct into his oh so green eyes, and asked, “What exactly is a submissive?”

I immediately pulled my finger out of my pussy and placed it on top of my clit and just pushed lightly up and down on the little soaking wet head.

“You are a submissive and I can prove it to you without a doubt in your mind. You always have been, but you never wanted to recognize it because you had absolutely no idea what to do with it and it scared the hell out of you to even think about it. Did you move your finger out of your pussy and place it on top of your clit as I told you to do a few minutes ago?”

“Yes Sir. I did. I almost forgot. but you had told me to move my finger to my clit while you answered my question, and I did just that.”

“There you go. That proves that you are a submissive. You obeyed me because you actually want me to tell you to do things that you don’t have to courage to do on your own. I often say that a submissive wants to do it and a slave has to do it, but that is only partially true in the strictest sense. A slave will more likely crave to be used and controlled while a submissive craves to be discovered. That’s my own personal viewpoint and definitely not the universal concept. By the end of the day, both slave and submissive will share a great number of the same cravings. It’s just the different original motivation that I am referring to. Every waking moment of every day, for a submissive or slave, is totally and absolutely dedicated to the wishes and pleasures of her Master. She expects nothing in return nor does she want anything in return. Her entire focus is centered on obedience, commitment, and the completion of any order, command, desire, wish, or need of her Master. Every rule is to be followed exactly and every duty is to be completed perfectly. Her thoughts are to never focus on her needs or desires at any time. Her needs and desires are under the total, and absolute, control of her Master and he will choose if, and when, she will experience any personal pleasure or sexual fulfillment. The one single purpose for her entire life is providing for her Master’s pleasure and his personal use. In return for her dedication, her Master will provide everything his submissive may need at his discretion. He may or may not allow her pleasure. That is his choice to make. He will keep her safe and protected at all times. And he will teach her and train her in everything she needs to know to become a true submissive. He will punish her by any means he feels necessary to keep her on the path he wishes for her to follow. Whenever she wanders, she will be punished in some manner. The desired end result will be an ever growing life of trust, honesty, pleasure, fulfillment, love, and happiness. She will ultimately wear his personal collar or insignia when she has earned it. And she will wear it with pride.”

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Blindfolded, I inhale the scent of clean soap on the big hand that cups my face before it gently strokes one of my curly pony tails, like petting a lush puppy’s ear to tell it goodnight.

Elvis Costello’s “I Want You” played while you ate your dinner tonight and I ate scraps from your fingertips, kneeling blindly beside your chair. And now, the song plays in my head as the bed springs creak under your weight.

The house is cold at night and the dog basket is new and uncomfortable, preventing me from stretching out. Worse still, I miss your warm body.

I miss the privilege of cuddling against your back with my face nestled between your shoulder blades. I miss knowing that, sleeping in your arms, the Boogeyman can’t get me.

The blindfold robs me of even the moonlight that I know filters through the curtains and lets me watch your sleeping profile once my eyes adjust to the dark.

I crawl from my dog basket, pacing like a restless bitch puppy, bumping into things accidentally as I try to ignore my full bladder.

Your hand dangles over the edge of the bed and I find it, even blindfolded, and nuzzle gently just to feel your warmth while I listen to your even breathing.

I adore you.

It’s too cold in this house to be naked with no blanket and so I shiver. I try my dog basket again but it’s awkward and, besides, I’ve needed to pee for hours.

I crawl toward the bathroom again, following levent escort the wall for direction, as I have half a dozen times tonight only to achieve the same result. My leash ends so close that I can just barely touch the bathroom door.

I knew, before you went to bed, that you’d shortened the leash — not because you told me so, but because of the puppy door you’d installed in the bedroom, leading out to the back yard.

I would have asked you about it if I were allowed to speak human language, but instead I could only watch in animal silence.

I whimper softly, nuzzling your hand again, wanting you to save me, or at least to wake up and tell me with no ambiguity, that I have to go pee outside like a dog.

What if I’m supposed to wake you for the toilet and I peed in the backyard instead? I’d be so humiliated. I know you’d tease me. You might say, “Why didn’t you wake me for your needs? You must love peeing in the yard, you sick little bitch. You’ll do that from now on.”

I need you to own this, I need you to tell me that’s where I have to go, so you don’t think I want it, too.

But I want you.
I ache for you.

You stir in your sleep, your breathing changing with the sound of you rolling over. I kiss your palm sweetly and your hand gently cups my face, so I know you are awake, but I dare not speak; I know better.

I whimper my need mecidiyeköy escort insistently, until your hand stops cupping and your fingers dig in, hurting me. I yelp with pain, cringing when the bed creaks as you sit up and then stand. I know, now, waking you was a big mistake.

“Bad bitch,” you grumble, your voice thick with sleep. You drag me by the leash, across the room, and outside.

I start to sob silently but can’t even tell you with human words that I’m so sorry. I know I fucked up again.

I love you.
I am sorry again.

The grass is dew dampened and cold under my hands and knees, the kind of wetness that I know is staining me green. My teeth chatter as much from the cool night as from fear of you. “Go potty, bitch,” you command.

I’ve had to go for hours and yet now I can’t do it. You jerk on my leash and I stumble on all fours, crying harder now, head tilted back to orient myself toward the last place I heard your voice, searching for you even though I cannot see.

I want to whisper, “Please…” I want to beg forgiveness, negotiate, make it up to you. I start to whimper pathetically only to feel a genuine dog bone shoved into my mouth to silence me.

It tastes awful and my heart breaks, knowing you would not kiss me now even if men kissed bitches. Not with a crumbly foul dog bone in my mouth.

You hiss at me, “Shut up and piss, bitch. You fucking got me up kağıthane escort for this, you must want me to watch.” Crying, not like a bitch, but like a baby, I pee in the grass, my legs spread wide to keep it from running down my thighs. Even blindfolded, I have to lower my head to hide my face, so deep is my shame. Why must I be such a bad, bad, bitch?

I love you.
I’m your sorry bitch.

This is the part where you usually comfort me, but tonight you’re tired and I’ve woken you and you’re really pissed off. I am a puppy because I was a bad girl and now I’m a bad puppy.

I yelp again as you drag me deeper into the yard, and shove me forward. “Get in there,” you say and my heart breaks again at the continued displeasure in your voice.

I crawl, clumsy with the blindfold and I find myself on straw as I hear your footsteps retreating, leaving me alone in the doghouse.

I love you.
I need you.
I’m sorry.

I hear the door open, then close, and I cry, wanting to howl at the moon and share my pain with all the other bad bitches of the neighbourhood who are also left alone tonight in their doghouses.

The crickets are boisterous and I hope there are no spiders. They scare me and you aren’t here.

Maybe tomorrow, I can do better and I’ll be allowed back inside with you. Maybe, if I try really hard, by the end of the week I’ll be allowed to walk or even talk again.

Maybe, if I obey like a good bitch, you’ll let me be your proper little fuck and I’ll be gifted with all of the human privileges you’ve taken away.

I understand now. I can see now that all I have is by your grace.

I love you.
I want you.
I’ll be better.
I’ll do anything.

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Hot Intern Makes Apple Employee Her Bitch

Mason worked at Apple as a software engineer, and it was his dream job. He spent years training for this job, both in and out of school. He majored in information and computer science, which required him to take 20 classes related to computers. He worked so hard trying to achieve good grades in those classes, and managed a respectable 3.7 GPA.

Before graduating, Mason worked part time in sales at the apple store, and spent his free time reading articles on new computer technology. He spent so much time on his computer hobby that he didn’t have time for a normal social life. It didn’t matter to him, because he only cared about securing a job at Apple.

When he graduated, he was offered a job as a software engineer, and he was ecstatic. All the hard work, and all the countless hours missed out on socializing finally paid off. He had his dream job. He loved his first few months at Apple, though he wanted to keep growing and raise his status and rank in the company.

One day, a new college intern, Ava, came in to work as office assistant/intern. Ava had an iPhone and mac laptop, but didn’t know much about computers. She was hired for her “people skills” instead. Mason’s boss Jeff put Mason in charge of teaching Ava about apple computers and the company.

Mason wondered why they hired her for the job as office assistant, seeing how she didn’t know anything about apple products. It made him feel humiliated that she didn’t have to train at all to get this internship, because he spent his whole life thinking about Betist working for Apple, and was never offered an internship.

When Mason asked her how she got the position, Ava responded,

“I knew a few people in the office,” with a slight smirk.

She wore grey tight business pants to work, which made her appear professional, and accentuated her tight, large ass. She looked so professional and smart for her age, and the first time Mason saw her, he couldn’t help getting an erection. Mason worked hard to work for Apple, and it embarrassed him that all she did was network to get the internship position. He would be really humiliated if she ended up with a fulltime job out of this.

At her desk, Ava would stretch frequently, raising her hands high in the air. Sitting with perfect posture, she pushed her ass out of the back of the chair, and opened her breasts up. She must have done it at least a dozen times a day, and Mason wondered if she was doing it intentionally. Whenever she went to stretch like this, Mason had to stop working. He was sitting next to her, and needed to peak like he needed oxygen. Did she know she was teasing him? Did she know how hot she was? Seeing her ass and breasts stretch with those sexy, professional clothes on gave him a huge erection, and it was hard for him to work with such a distraction.

“I’m supposed to teach you about computers for the company,” Mason said from his chair, trying to get his mind back to work.

She looked at him disrespectfully. “I think I’ll leave the computer stuff to geeks Betist Giriş like you,” she said. Mason couldn’t believe what he heard. Who does this intern think she is?

“I’m your superior. You can’t speak to me like that,” Mason said.

“You’re not my superior. I can prove it to you. Stand up,” Ava demanded.

“Stand up? I can’t do that. Why.” Mason couldn’t stand up because he had a very large erection from watching her stretch her big, tight ass and breasts.

“I know you’ve been watching me. You’re turned on by me, aren’t you,” Ava said.

Mason, embarrassed didn’t know what to say. Instead, he froze.

Ava laughed and punched Mason on the arm.

“Stand up. I said. Listen to me.”

Mason said “No,” and didn’t budge, doing his best to hide his boner.

She took him by the arm and FORCED him up with ease.

“You’re a weak little guy aren’t you. Not a lot of muscles here.” She felt his arms, and they both realized Ava had bigger arms them him. She was the stronger one, and this Mason feel simultaneously emasculated and turned on.

Mason just looked at her, losing himself in her sexy power. His boner grew to full size.

Ava looked down at him.

“Look at you! Did I give you a boner?”

Mason was beyond embarrassed. He couldn’t do anything or redeem himself after that. She figured him out, and there was nothing he could do to hide his attraction to her. Mason was so embarrassed he felt this way about a college intern with no experience. Not to mention a very bitchy and hot college intern. He thought to himself, how did this hot bitchy intern land an internship when I never could? Is she superior to me?

“Get on the floor.” Ava demanded.

She FORCED him down on his knees, turned around and started teasing him with her ASS. She shook it in face.

“You want this don’t you.”

Mason barely audible said, “mmmhmm,”

“Are you proud of yourself you little slut,” Ava asks

Mason squealed.

“How long did it take you to get this job? you’re whole life? You deserve a demotion. Sniff my ass, loser.” Ava FORCED Mason’s face in her ass, and Mason worshiped, unable to think about anything else.

“You like this don’t you.” Ava teased more.

“mmmhmm” Mason moaned.

“Do you even have a life? You know what? You’re gonna be my bitch from now on? Okay you weak slut?”

She punched his arm. Mason just moaned again. He was too turned on to speak.

“Sign here for your demotion to my secretary.”

Mason signed a contract.

“I’m taking your job. I’ve been planning this ever since the first day I saw you gawk at me. You pathetic, drooling fool.”

All Mason could do was nod like a puppy. She was just too hot and her power turned him on.

Ava stripped him down to his bare ass, and spanked him twice.

“thankyou for spanking me. I’m your bitch” Mason managed to squeak out.

With her clothes still on, she turned him on his back and started humping him like he was her bitch. In just a few seconds, Mason shot out the biggest load of cum in his lifetime.

Ava laughed at him and said, “Now get back to work, my slutty secretary. Oh and you’re gonna wear this thong from now on.” She forced him into a black thong, and laughed in satisfaction as they switched desks.

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His New Toy

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They’d met a few days ago and the attraction was as strong as they’d both hoped it would be. Paul couldn’t keep his eyes off her luscious body and Susie had totally fallen under his spell. Tonight was the magic third date and this is where our story really starts, in a restaurant near her home.

The flirting over dinner was stronger than ever; innuendo was flying and soon was gone altogether, replaced by raw talk of sex. Their feet were seductively touching under the table and Paul was tracing his fingers slowly along her inner forearms, driving her crazy and making her squirm. He chose this moment to up the ante and pulled a small gift wrapped box from his suit pocket before sliding it across the table to her.

“I want you to take this to the ladies’ room, open it, read the note inside and then do what the note says. And… come here and kiss me before you go” he said with a cheeky grin. How could Susie refuse a request like that? Her mind was racing, she had no idea what was in the box but had to find out. She stood up, walked to Paul and gave him a long, lingering kiss before sauntering off to the bathroom, exaggerating the sway of her hips as she felt his eyes on her behind.

As soon as Susie slammed the cubicle door behind her she started tearing at the wrapping on the small box before flipping it open to find the promised note. “Hello Beautiful, You know what to do with the contents of the box. Use them now and become my slave. XXX”

Staring into the box she saw a stainless steel butt plug and a small sachet of lube. There was no question in Susie’s mind at all, she had to do this. She needed to be controlled by her new lover. She’d anticipated sex tonight so had worn no panties and quickly flipped her skirt up, tore the lube open and started lubricating herself. She shivered at the cold lube’s contact with her puckered hole but realised the plug would be colder. Suppressing moans, Susie was sliding 2 fingers in and out of her arse, wanting to scream like a bitch in heat, before she remembered where she was. Quickly smearing the remaining lube on the plug she slowly worked its girth into her tight hole before cleaning up and returning to the table to face her new master.

Unsure how she was going to sit with the steel monster in her butt, Susie stood by Paul and told him that she’d complied with his demands. “You’d better sit down then, I’m sure you have some questions” he said. She was too embarrassed to explain her reluctance but he caught on quickly. “Not sure how to? Don’t worry… it’s not big enough to hurt you no matter what you do, and the base will keep it in a retrievable position.” As she gingerly sat, Susie asked her new master what the rules were.

“The rules are simple,” he began, “You’re only my slave when we’re alone at your home or mine, this is our little game and ours alone. You may elude to it when we have company if you think our friends will find it amusing. This has to be enjoyable for both of us, if at any time you want to stop, discuss it with me.”

“As for what we do, that’s also simple. You’re to do what I want, when I want and you’re never to deny me. I know what you don’t like sexually and won’t abuse your trust there. My first demand of you is a demand that’s ongoing. I want to be woken every day with your lips on my cock. Knowing that your first meal of the day was my cum will keep me smiling, that I can assure you.” Paul grinned. “Any questions?”

“Only one so far… how do I address you? Paul… Master… Sir?”

“You’ll think of something appropriate I’m sure, Susie. Now, shall we go home and get started?”

The ten minute walk to Susie’s place was torture for her. She walked arm in arm with her new man. She felt like she was floating on air but every step brought reality back as the plug bounced inside her, edging her closer and closer to a potentially embarrassing public orgasm. Holding Paul tighter than she thought possible, they rushed up her stairs and into the flat. Paul shed his jacket and tore Susie’s clothes off her in no time at all. As they kissed, her naked body pressed against his fully clothed one, he gently lowered her to the hallway floor, laying her back before kneeling between her feet. This beautiful young girl was about to have one of the most amazing sexual experiences of her life and she didn’t even know what was coming.

Laying forward, his breath obviously being felt on her glistening pussy, he hooked her legs over his shoulders and reached up to maul her breasts, tug on her nipples and stroke her body. His chin was pushing against the steel monster that was invading her arse, sending shocks of pleasure through her as he feverishly attacked her clit and soaking wet lips, thrusting his tongue into her repeatedly until with a tremendous scream she came all over his face. Paul crawled up her body, trailing kisses and nibbles the whole way until they were kissing passionately, lying on their sides with his hands caressing her body and hers undoing his shirt, seeking out his hairy chest that her nipples craved kuşadası escort the touch of.

“What do you want me to do now, Sir?”

“I’m going to walk behind you as you crawl to your bedroom. I want to undress as we go, always watching the plug point at me. Then when we get to your bedroom I’m going to sit on the bed, you’ll kneel before me and suck my cock while I pull your hair, making you deep throat me as far as you can.”

Susie felt the thrill of submission as she obeyed her master’s instructions without question. She never looked back and never paused, even when he spanked her upturned and stretched open arse. Upon arrival at her bedroom she kneeled besides her bed and looked up lovingly at her dominant playmate. Paul sat in front of her and roughly grabbed the hair on the back of her head. “Suck my cock bitch and do it well. You’re going to feel my cock in all your holes tonight and then I’ll truly own you.”

She resisted the pressure from his hand and slowly lowered her mouth to his erect penis, her long tongue flicking at his head, tasting his precum and teasing him to the best of her ability as she strained against his grip on her hair. Then, without warning, she stopped fighting and swiftly took his throbbing member all the way to the back of her throat. Paul groaned at the pleasure and let up on his grip for a moment as Susie adjusted to his presence. As soon as she relaxed and slightly nodded her head to signal that she was ready he held the back of her head with both hands and pushed downwards. Unable to control herself, she reached between her legs with one hand and started fucking her arse with the plug. Susie’s gorgeous blonde hair cascaded in his lap as his cock forced its way past her gag reflex and into her throat. He fucked her mouth like this for as long as he felt she could hold her breath and then, moments before he came, pulled her off his aching cock.

Leaning down, he kissed her passionately and pinched her nipples to show his appreciation. He pulled her to her feet and then to straddle his lap as they continued to snog like teenagers. She clawed at his back as Paul pawed her breasts and stroked her body oh so softly. Susie was now grinding herself against his cock, aching to feel him inside her. “Be my guest…” he told her and she wasted no time in doing what he’d implied. Lifting her hips a little she then lowered herself on his monster for the first time, his girth filling her completely and pushing against the plug in her arse.

The feeling for both of them was nothing short of divine. She had never felt so full of cock in her life and he’d never been inside somebody so tight and satiny. Paul was now sucking, nibbling and biting at her nipples and she was going to know all about it when they were sore tomorrow, but that’s another day. Susie pumped away at the cock inside her, grinding her clit against his pubes until the sensations from her nipples, clit and the invaders inside her caused her to shriek out a top-volume orgasm. This was quickly followed by two more before she could take no more and went limp in her lover’s arms.

Paul gently lifted her off his cock and laid her on the bed. Looking down at her beautiful face, exquisite breasts and freshly fucked pussy he felt very lucky to be with this amazing girl. Tracing soft lines over her body with the gentlest touch he could manage he familiarised himself with her body and all her markings, making particular note of a mole just above her lower bikini line, which he thought to be rather cute. She was staring at him with a dazed expression now and seemed to be very chilled. Paul was having none of that, so he rolled her to her front and stroked her upper thighs with the same gentle touch.

This sent Susie wile, but what he did next took her over the edge. With his other hand, Paul took a firm hold of the plug and started to fuck her arse with it. Squeals of pleasure escaped her lips as the toy that had been relatively stationary inside her for the last 2 hours was now almost totally removed before being forced back inside her. Stroking his hardon with one hand and fucking her arse with the plug with the other seemed to be a bit redundant, so Paul withdrew the toy completely from Susie’s body. She moaned at the feeling of emptiness but when she felt his weight shift on the bed it became obvious that she’s not be empty for long.

Lubing up his cock, he aimed at her well prepared arse and sunk his cock into the final orifice that he’d not yet visited. The feeling of his cock stretching her arse further than it had been was a huge turn on for Susie’s new master, as was the fact that she’d buried her face in her pillows to muffle her screams of joy. As soon as he was all the way in and started thrusting, she came. Hard. Paul was determined to make this last, so rolled to his side, taking his fuck toy slave with him and held her back to his chest. He nibbled at her neck and played with her tits until she’d come again and then couldn’t hold it any more. Thrusting harder and squeezing kuşadası escort bayan her tits, he yelled into her neck that he was cumming. This triggered her third anal orgasm of the night as she felt him pump his hot, sticky cum up her arse.

The couple lay entwined until she’d fallen asleep. Paul then untangled himself, retrieved the plug and carefully reinserted it into his slave without waking her. Satisfied she was still asleep he snuck to the bathroom for a shower, making sure he was squeaky clean before returning to her bed, cuddling up to her and falling asleep besides his princess. His last conscious thought was of the early morning blowjob he’d ordered and the punishments he could use if she’d forgotten.

Susie woke the next morning with very pleasant memories of the night before. She’d often harboured fantasies of being somebody’s sex slave but would never have guessed it could happen with somebody like Paul. Somebody who she thought she could fall in love with and who would love her back. Somebody who would treat her as an equal by day and his own dirty little whore by night. As she was fantasising about how far this could go she became aware of the plug still filling her arse and Paul’s cum oozing out around it. A shower was definitely in order but first she had her daily duty to perform. Moving down to his cock she was relieved to smell soap and took the opportunity to fulfil her oral obligation with great enthusiasm.

Kissing the head of his semi-erect penis as Paul slept was not cutting it for her so she licked her way down its length and started wanking his as she licked and sucked on his balls. This had the desired effect and he woke, looked down at her and stroked her hair tenderly as she continued. He was now as hard as a rock so Susie took him all the way into her mouth and bobbed up and down, stroking his balls with one hand and jerking his shaft with the other. Paul bucked his hips, moaned quite loudly and filled her mouth with his sperm.

As he recovered, Susie climbed up his body and the couple kissed and cuddled. She got up to shower so Paul slept a little more. In the bathroom the plug was removed and cleaned while the shower warmed up. Then Susie got in and luxuriated under the warm water cascading over her body. She soaped every inch of her body, shampooed and conditioned her hair and then got out, dried off and moisturised. When she opened the bathroom door she knew instantly that he’d got up and made breakfast. Entering the kitchen, Susie was handed a cup of tea and sat down to the toast he’d prepared.

“I like that you put the plug back in me last night,” Susie began, “I can’t believe how much of a turn on that was. It was cold, then warm, and heavy… always feeling like it could fall out if I relaxed too much. And having it inside me while we did all of that… oh my god it was great! But…. What’s the rule, Sir, do I have to wear it all the time?”

“First things first, it’s day time, we have to go to work, you don’t have to keep playing the game. As well as being my slave you’re my girlfriend and in that role you’re my equal. I’m sure we’ll pretty quickly work out what role applies when and not have to worry about one of us being in the wrong role and if that does happen in the short term I don’t think it’s worth making an issue of. So, gorgeous, you can wear the plug whenever you like, we might even go shopping for more, but when I want it in I’ll either tell you to wear it or bend you over my lap and put it in for you. Now, I have to get home and grab a fresh suit… got to see clients today.” Paul got up, got dressed and headed for the door. Kissing her goodbye he whispered into her ear that she was the sexiest creature he knew and that he was going to do very naughty things to her the following night when they met again. Then he left, walking out to the street with a huge smile on his face.

Three minutes later his phone beeped. It was a text from Susie. “I’ve worn my new matching underwear today. I put the plug in too so that I can’t forget the feeling of your cock in my tight little arse. Go have a great day. S xx” Almost impossibly, his grin became bigger as he got on the bus and headed home.

Susie sat at her desk late that afternoon and couldn’t believe the monster she’d unleashed in herself. She’d totally handed ownership of her body to her new master last night and been rewarded with more sexual pleasure than she’d ever known. And that was their first night together! What was it going to be like after they knew all about each others’ little likes and dislikes and could make each other cum at the drop of a hat? The thought thrilled her. The plug in her arse wasn’t helping matters either. The train trip to work had been a big problem, the motion and rocking of the train causing the plug to drive her insane. She’d had to go to the bathroom before even reaching her destination to rub her clit and bring the relief of an orgasm. That was the first of… well so far five for the day. She feared another trip to the bathroom escort kuşadası was imminent because every time she moved the plug would make her even hornier. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea, she chuckled to herself. AND she still had to get home!

Paul’s day wasn’t much more productive. His mind was permanently on his new girlfriend but his meetings went okay. Well he’d hoped they had… he’d drifted through them, daydreaming. After work he went shopping in Soho to prepare for the following evening, called Susie for a quick chat as he walked home, ordered some Chinese food and settled in for a quiet night in front of the TV before drifting off to sleep.

Friday came and their next big date was merely hours away. Paul dressed in his best suit and finest shirt, elegant cufflinks and even collarbones before heading out the door with the gift wrapped package from his trip home last night. Susie was in a similar frame of mind and wore an elegant dress, matching black underwear and her favourite earrings. All day the anticipation for both of them was overpowering but soon they were on their way to the restaurant Paul had booked for one of the finest meals in London.

Greeted at the door by the Maitre D, they enjoyed a glass of wine before sitting at their table. Paul chose this moment to pull the present out of his pocket and lay it on the table. “You know the rules, Susie… Go, now.” Taking the present, she stood and made her way to the ladies’ room. Her heart racing, she opened the paper and saw a simple black thong. Although she was a little confused she did as demanded and replaced her lacy black panties with the simple black thong before returning to the table and placing her original underwear, now gift wrapped, in her handbag. “I don’t get it…” she started before a wave of vibrations against her clit caused her to writhe on her chair and suppress a squeal.

Paul held up a small remote control and grinned at her. To demonstrate the power he now held over her he pressed the button on it and the vibrations returned. This time she was expecting it so there was no squeal, but the writing returned, and her breathing deepened as her arousal grew. The remote was returned to Paul’s pocket as the possibilities of what could happen sunk in to his slave. “This,” she whispered, “is NOT fair. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love it, but you can humiliate the hell out of me like this.”

His reply was simple and straightforward – “Yep.”

Throughout dinner the button was pressed many times – usually when a waiter was nearby – but never when Susie was actually in direct contact with anybody but her master. After desert, when the coast was clear, Paul gave her a nice long burst of pleasure and she came in her panties. She felt like a wanton harlet, Paul could do anything to her right now and she’d not only go along with it but totally give herself to the experience.

The couple left the restaurant and walked down the lane through the cool evening air to the last building on the right where Paul stopped their progress and produced a swipe card. “I believe this line is usually said by a spider to a fly.” Susie prompted, winking at him. Moments later they were in his boardroom and kissing passionately as Hooverphonic filled the room from the surround sound system.

He gently pushed her, face down, across the width of the table before leaving the room momentarily and returning with four neck ties. Her wrists were secured to the table legs on one side and her knees on the other before Paul have the vibrating panties one last solid burst, hiked her dress up to her waist and pulled them down as far as he could. Paul sat behind his toy and proceeded to tonguefuck her cunt, sucking all of her sweet cum juices from her and then ever so slowly and lightly tracing his tongue from her clit to her heavenly arse hole. As he rimmed her and pushed his tongue into her arse she was squirming and squealing so he quickly re-focussed on her clit until she came again. Once more he cleaned her up, seeking out her juices in her heavenly folds until there was no more.

Walking to the other side of the table he sat in front of her and pulled out his long, hard cock. “You know what Princess? I’m about to fuck your arse so it might be a good idea for you to make me as hard as possible and give me a good coating of spit to make it easy for you.” Susie didn’t want his monster going in there dry so she strained and reached forward with her neck enough to get her mouth all the way over her member. A hands-free blowjob is never easy but being tied to a boardroom table and having the threat of a dry arse fucking ensures motivation. Watching his lover in this helpless state gave Paul all the arousal he needed and within minutes his cock was dripping with her saliva.

Returning to the other side of the table, he rimmed her a little more, loving the feeling of his new girlfriend pushing her arse back onto his tongue and knowing he’d made the right decision. He stood up, aimed his rock hard member at her tight puckered hole and then forced himself all the way in with one powerful, slow thrust. If she hadn’t been using her plug so much recently, Susie would have been screaming to the heavens and crying buckets after the brutal invasion but she merely felt incredibly full, incredibly quickly.

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Him: My Dom, My Lover

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Note: All characters are above the age of 18.

-“When I come home I expect you kneeling at the door with only your collar and leash on, holding the handle out for me. I expect dinner to be nearly done by the time I’m there, be ready Pet.”-

His text told me exactly what I needed to do, I didn’t need to worry about how exactly to kneel because he had told me before how he likes to see me. I know exactly which collar and leash. I know when he’ll be here, and how long this particular dinner takes.

When I got the message I immediately smiled because it was him. I’m always happy to hear from him. I had already started dinner and decided on my favorite Mac N Cheese, because he hadn’t told me what exactly to make and well, given the option I will always choose Mac N Cheese. But this isn’t just any old Kraft mac n cheese.

It starts out as a roux which I make into my cheesy goodness. Then I boil the macaroni and combine the two for ready to eat mac n cheese, but I’m not done. Because there’s still about 5 minutes until he’ll be home, and he only wanted it ‘nearly’ done. So I pull out bread crumbs with Italian seasoning and some extra cheese for a topping and pour the mac n cheese into a dish. I then set it in the oven and set a timer for 20 minutes.

I’m already naked besides my collar and the leash is by the front door so I attach kuşadası escort it to myself and get into the position he wanted. As I wait for several minutes, which feels like a long time when you’re very much excited and full of anticipation, I feel my pussy squeeze in excitement. I already know I’m wet for him. I start to wonder what he’s planning now that I’m not occupied. Is it a special occasion? Am I being punished for something? Does he have something for me? What if he brings another guy home with him? I know we spoke about that briefly but I don’t think he would do that yet. Or maybe it’s a woman?

My thoughts are stopped when I hear his car pull in. I start to shake lightly, nervous for what to come but nonetheless excited and eager. It could be nothing, it could be everything. I hear him unlocking the door and nearly jump up but I remain in my position. He steps inside and sees me, kneeling in front of him with my leash ready for him to take, and he smiles. Seeing that smile is what makes my heart beat faster and my toes curl, it makes my smile grow wider and my eyes crinkle at the edges. It calms my mind and excites my body. He takes my leash in his hand and cups my face in the other. I close my eyes and lean into it, taking in the warmth of this moment.

This is where I want to be with you, always.

He kuşadası escort bayan moves his hand into my hair and lightly twists it around his fingers at the roots and then pulls down, forcing my head up to look at him. “I want you to suck my cock, the way you do best, and swallow my cum.”

“Yes Sir” is all I say, with a little smile. I’ve always loved pleasing him this way. I pull and tug on his pants until they’re out of my way and reach for his already growing erection. With him in my hand I open my eager mouth and lick the underside of the head, and then swirl my tongue around the entirety of it. There’s a musk to him after a long day at work, and it tastes slightly salty but so good coming from him. I then take the head into my mouth and work my tongue on the underside, moving back and forth and up and down while sucking lightly. I move my hand to feel the hardness of him while I wait to take the rest of him into my mouth. I don’t like to rush this, but at the same time I know that my timer will go off eventually.

Knowing I’ve got limited time, and that this was his plan, I make sure my lips are wet and take as much as I can comfortably fit in my mouth and close down on that portion. I make sure to rub my tongue up and down and get everything nice and wet. Then I retreat a little and go back down, moving further. escort kuşadası I repeat this until he’s snug in my throat and my lips are at the very base. I stay there for a moment to adjust and then begin fucking my mouth with his cock.

His hands are in my hair, pulling it into a rough ponytail, to the side, on my back, in every which way. He loves my hair, especially when it comes to pulling on it. He takes control of the speed occasionally or forces me to gag with him deep in my throat. But for the most part he lets me do it the way I feel comfortable with. I know he’s getting close so I speed up my efforts, earning a pussy-melting groan from him.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Shit. The timer. I have to pull dinner out of the oven. But he grabs the back of my head and forces me to continue, this sudden aggression making my body pulse in want. I try to keep up with how he’s using my mouth but I can’t stop the spit that dribbles onto my chest or my eyes from watering. I look up at him and meet his eyes, he gives me that smile I love and forces me all the way down on his cock. I can’t help but close my eyes at the force and gag when the first spurt of cum hits my throat. More comes and I do my best to swallow it. He releases my head when he’s finished and I sit there gasping for a few moments, trying to collect myself. When he knows that I’m good he tugs up on my leash and I stand.

He moves forward and looks at the mess he made of me. He drags his hand from my lips to my chest, down between my breasts, to my navel, smearing my spit. He pulls me to him and kisses me, then says, “Let’s eat dinner, Princess”

And I smile.

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Her Submission: A Man’s Perspective

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A few weeks ago, a woman posted her version of an erotic encounter she wanted on a popular NYC bulletin board website. After I read it, her words and her desire kept resonating in my head. She had told the story from her own point of view and it was quite well done, but I thought she might like to hear the same story, told this time from the man’s perspective. Of course, when I tried to email my response to her it bounced back, but what the hell…. I will share it with you instead, for your pleasure and mine.

I don’t imagine I can repost her original story here; she wrote it and I hope she might post it here herself. But if you check the site, you might be able to find it yourself; it was entitled “Tonight!!!” and began with ” She lay on the bed, hands tied to the posts above her head making her smooth round breasts stand out from her chest.”

I replied:

Are you curious of how this all plays out from the man’s perspective?

He knew, somehow, that she wanted to be taken by him that night. That she wanted to put her ultimate pleasure in his hands, at his leisure and at his pleasure to grant or withhold, to prolong or complete.

While they kissed, he slid the red silk blindfold out of his jacket pocket and lightly traced the soft fabric along the smooth line of her neck. She seemed to hesitate for a moment at the questioning look in his eye, weighing her uncertainty against kuşadası escort her desire, before nodding silent consent with the slightest of smiles. He moved behind her and without a word, began gently pulling the silken fabric slowly across the flesh of her lips so she could taste its smoothness with her tongue, gently pushing the silk a bit into her partially open mouth. She opened her mouth wider to receive his fingers, wetting the silk and his fingers and causing in him the first strong stirrings of desire. Leaning around her from the side, his eyes locked into hers, he pulled back his hand and raised the wet silk to his own lips, tasting the scent of her mouth on the blindfold. He moved back behind her, his arms locking her from either side, quickly folded the blindfold, and covered her eyes. As he knotted the silk behind her head, he thought he felt a slight trembling as his lover began the first stage of her acquiescence to him.

He stood in front of her now, silent, knowing that she could sense his gaze running up and down her body. He forced himself to wait, to be patient, but he was aching to see her naked body, to see more than the gentle swell of her breasts that hinted beneath the modestly cut sweater she wore. Taking each of her hands in his, he carefully guided her backwards through the bedroom door until the backs of her knees rested against the foot of the bed. kuşadası escort bayan He raised her arms above her head and then slowly ran his hands down along the outsides of her arms as she kept them raised in the air for him. Deftly, he slid one finger of each hand beneath the fabric and pulled upward, slowly, gently, in one smooth motion removing the sweater from her body without disturbing her blindfold. She felt his warm breath on her neck as he leaned over her to undo the clips of her bra. Even in erotic fiction bra clips are nearly impossible for a man to undo gracefully, but somehow our hero fumbled his way through this defining task and was rewarded with seeing her smooth, rounds breasts tumbling out for his pleasure.

He gently guided her backwards onto the bed, half naked now with her arms still raised above her head. She stiffened for a moment as she felt him wrapping the soft cuffs of the restraints around her wrists, but allowed herself to be strapped to the wooden corner posts. In the same smooth gentle manner, she felt first his mouth then his fingers on the fabric of her slacks as he unbuckled them and slowly began to slide them off her long legs. “Shhhhhh”, he cautioned as she raised her hips up off the bed to help him remove her pants. For a long moment he simply sat there, touchless and wordless and motionless, willing her to acknowledge that she was in escort kuşadası his care and control, and that her pants would come off only when *he* was ready for them to come off. When he sensed that she understood, he completed removing her pants and slowly slid her silky black panties from her hips.

His breath caught in his throat as he saw the soft folds of her pussy exposed to him and noted the wetness dampening the crotch of her panties. He knew that with hardly a single touch he had already started a growing desire deep inside of her. Although he longed to dip his mouth to her wetness and taste her deeply, he resisted and continued with his seduction. Slowly and with the same insistent gentleness he used to restrain her arms above her head, he pushed first one then the other leg to the extreme corners of the bed and fastened them.

For another long moment he simply sat there, intoxicated with her exposed beauty and the sense that all of the pleasure he longed to give her rested solely in his hands. Softly, he leaned over her spread-eagled body, breathing his warm breath on her exposed navel. Knowing she could feel his lips nearby, knowing that her skin ached for just the slightest touch from his mouth. Denying it for just another moment, before finally moving a final inch closer and rewarding her with the softest of wet kisses on the fold of her navel.

Her long moan still echoed in his ears as he quietly left the room and snicked the door closed behind him.

She lay on the bed, hands tied to the posts above her head making her smooth round breasts stand out from her chest…..

If this brings you pleasure, I can finish the story… just let me know.

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Her Greatest Fear Ch. 02

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I lifted Mileena’s slight frame; shifting it to fit more comfortably in my arms, and carried her up the stairs to her room. Her grey clouded eyes never left my face, even as I lay her on the cool sheet. Her body was completely limp, and she made no attempt to arrange herself into a more comfortable position. I smoothed the stray auburn hair away from her face, and positioned her body to lay flat with legs extended and hands laid over her chest. I ran the back of my hand down her cheek and her eyes became expectant. This was the time when all others had simply taken her as they pleased, yet it would not serve me to do so, and I knew it.

I pulled the covers up over her and tucked them under her chin, still her eyes stayed on me. Leaning down I kissed her cheek and whispered the word sleep in her ear before turning to leave the room. Stopping at the door; I looked back to see her gently roll herself into a tight ball on her side, tucking the blankets in around her like a shield. She looked one last time at me; a single heartbeat passed before she closed her eyes. Shutting the light off; I turned to go to my own room.

I laid on my bed in the dark. What was she seeing in her sleep? Did she dream, I wondered. Images of past experiences with her played through my mind. I had played often with her previous Master and now each scene ran through my mind searching for the tiniest detail that might offer clues to what she was so afraid of.

I had seen her take a hundred strikes from a whip, and more without so much as a sound. To most of us this was something we had to train them to do, yet for her it was what she did. I remember being envious of him. He seemed to have the perfect submissive when she was submissive. She never spoke without being told to; offering only short responses. She never seemed to balk at anything he asked of her, she simply did it. Her response to the kneel down position was obvious, and she never failed to perform beautifully, so why was it that he always felt as if she were holding something back? On the other side of the coin; she was infamous for her smart mouth at just the wrong time, a perpetual flirt when not controlled, and had on more than one occasion stepped over the line of playful flirting. She was classified quickly as a SAM; the kind of Smart assed masochist that would undo the ropes around her wrists with her teeth to turn and glare in challenge to whomever had tied them. At times it was as if there were two completely separate people living within the same body.

Looking back now I can see the moments when she simply slipped away. I could pinpoint the second that her eyes grew cloudy, and she drifted off into her own world. It looked from the outside like sub space, but there was always something different. Now I could see the look that was truly there, it was not one of submission but resignation. She could easily resign herself to letting her body be tortured and in her world, escape from the pain. I had even seen her push for punishment she knew would come and now I could see that tiny little smile of satisfaction that she had just before she would slip away.

A moment later I was up and headed for the computer. I had taped several of our sessions, and now knew there was something there that others had missed. That smile, that tiny glimmer that flickered and disappeared in an instant. That is where her secret lay! What caused it? Why did she even have it?

I spent two hours looking at each and every session I had on the computer, slowing down the stream when I saw her eyes cloud over, backing it up to try to catch that same glimpse of a smile. It was not something that happened every time, but I did find it on two of the sessions we had together. Sitting back I watched each session from beginning to end. I found it difficult to not get caught up in the feelings that these sessions provided. My cock grew hard and my mind began to create new ideas for play sessions. It took several tries for me to pull my focus back to where it needed to be. Yes, that same small smile was there.

I hit pause in the last second of the first session out of frustration. I got up and paced the kitchen for a few minutes. When I returned to the screen the image that jumped out at me was striking! I clicked to enlarge the screen to make sure. There was that beautiful face staring straight at the camera, the grey eyes not clouded but alive and burning. Clicking the pause button allowed it to move forward and in an instant the eyes dropped and I could no longer see them. I rewound and ran it through frame by frame. There it was, for only a split second; just long enough for her to look up and back down again, barely a single frame. I sat back in the chair and stared at the screen.

I kuşadası escort had seen that look earlier today. Those eyes were lost, searching. Not afraid but alone; utterly alone. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts run.

It took a moment to get through the chatter and let one simple statement float to the forefront.

“No one knows.” She had said it more than once, but now it had a meaning. She was right; no one had ever taken the time to study her like this, to look for the clue. It was in that smile, and this moment captured for all eternity on my screen.

I went down the hall to her room, and stood there watching her for a long time. She was still curled in her ball, tucked safely away in her covers. Suddenly her body stiffened, and began to shake. Stepping quietly closer I could see tears run down her cheeks, and yet her eyes were shut tight. She even cried silently in her sleep. I watched her until her body settled back into a rhythmic breathing pattern before stepping to the bed. I sat down on the edge of the bed and just looked at her for awhile before finally going to my own room and sleeping.

I woke early the next morning, and after making coffee crept down the hall to Mileena’s room. Coffee cup in hand I sat down in a chair across from the bed. She was still curled in her little ball with the covers tucked securely in around her, her own private cocoon. She looked so serene and peaceful, but I had already seen that she had not begun her night that way. The morning light played with her auburn hair making it vividly red, while it shone the depth of her porcelain skin, the same skin that glowed such a beautiful blush in the height of passion. I longed to lean over and bring that blush to life in the morning sun.

There was something soothing in watching her sleep, something that I had not felt in a long time. I found my own breathing began to match hers, and my body settled into a languid comfort. I wanted to be closer to it, to wrap myself in it and float on some unseen sea that gently rocked my soul in its simple rhythm.

Her body stirred and stretched beneath the sheets. She unfurled herself and rolled onto her stomach extending her legs and stretching in that feline manner again. Perhaps I should turn up the heat in her room so that I could watch her do it naked each morning. She turned herself onto her back and then turned her head, eyes still closed toward the morning light. She lay with a quiet smile on her face as she felt the warmth of the sun on her face, her hand rising to her cheek to enjoy the warmth she felt there. Then, she slowly began to slide the covers down to reveal her naked body allowing the sun to warm each new exposed inch before revealing more.

It was erotic and arousing, so why did I feel like I had suddenly intruded into a part of her world that was kept away from everyone. I knew that if I so much as took a deep breath she would hear it and I didn’t want her to. I wanted to see this part of her, the moments before she pulled on whatever shield she wore.

I watched her stretch her arms above her head making her small breasts stand firm on her chest and take a deep breath. Her eyes popped open and instantly she recognized me. Jerking her arms down to her sides and muttering an apology, for what I didn’t know. I didn’t respond but sat still and waited until she asked me what I was doing there. I told her I had been watching her sleep. Fear sprang to her eyes, and then quickly turned to anger before she looked down and hid it from me. When she raised her head again a second later it was gone.

I stood and walked to the bed sitting down the side, and she reached for the covers. Don’t was all I said; before laying down on the bed next to her, but not touching her.

“What do you feel?” I asked, turning my head to look at her. A confused look came across her face.

“What?” she whispered.

“What do you feel?” I asked again, this time speaking clearly and slowly. I took a moment before she could find any words.

“Confused.” She said before she looked down and began to fidget with her fingers.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked still fidgeting with her fingers.

I rolled to my side and placed my hand over hers, “No.”

She looked at me for a long time, not sure if she should say or do something. Her breathing changed, growing more rapid and uneven. She struggled to look at me, shifting from my face to our hands and back again often.

“What did you dream about?” I asked letting my hand remain resting gently on hers.

“Dream? I Don’t dream, I never have.” Her voice was no more than a whisper. I rose from the bed and walked to the entrance to her room.

“It’s time to get up.” kuşadası escort bayan I said and headed for the kitchen. I poured myself another cup of coffee and sat down at the table, my head full of questions. Is she really not aware that she dreams? What is it that could cause someone to completely block any recollection of nightmares strong enough to make them cry?

She entered the kitchen dressed in nothing but her pale blue bikini panties and matching bra. I had always preferred her in blue it seemed to show off the ivory skin and auburn hair perfectly. She didn’t look at me, but poured herself a cup of coffee. She took a deep breath and turned to face me leaning against the kitchen counter. God, she was beautiful. The sun shone through the window and played across her hair making it shimmer. A small strand of her long bangs fell across one eye and I wished it was not there.

She reached up and tucked it back behind her ear, before turning to put her cup on the counter. She quickly set about making breakfast. Pulling two plates from the cupboard and placing them on the table. She turned toward the refrigerator opening the door and leaning down to grab the eggs. A vision of me eating pancakes off that ass sprang to mind. I could see myself licking the sticky syrup off the backs of her thighs.

She put the eggs on the counter and gathered a few more items. I had not said anything about what I wanted to eat that morning and left it for her to handle as I headed for the shower. Stepping into the shower I realized I was out of my favorite shampoo as I leaned my head back to let the water run over it. Suddenly I heard the door open and a bottle of my favorite shampoo was placed at the edge of the shower by a delicate hand before I heard the door close. I smiled and reached for it. After dressing, I head for the kitchen.

Just as I entered the kitchen Mileena placed two large pancakes on my plate. The butter and a small gravy dish sat on the table as well. She waited for me to sit down before taking her place opposite me her hands folded in her lap. I looked at the gravy dish and realized that she had warmed the syrup in it. A smile came to my lips as I looked at the pancakes and remembered the fantasy I had earlier. Perhaps someday I will do just that.

After breakfast Mileena cleaned the kitchen and put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before coming into my office to ask if I needed anything before she went to work. Her job was one that gave her the ability to work from home full time so all she had to do was walk down the hall and shut the door the her office. After she left and I heard the door close, I leaned back in my chair to consider what to do with her tonight.

The only light in the playroom was the glimmer from the candles I had lit causing shadows to dance across the room. I had moved the couch father away from the cage and positioned it so that it faced it. I took mileena by the hand and led her to the cage without a single word. Every step closer to it seemed to cause more tension in her, until the last step seemed to be made from sheer will rather than anything natural. I released her hand and retreated to the couch, leaving her standing in front of it.

She stood there; her breathing ragged and labored, not a single muscle twitched or shifted for the better part of half an hour. I wondered what was going on in her head as she stood there looking at the cage.

“Turn around.” I said, wanting to see her face. She turned slowly toward me, but it seemed she had to tear her gaze from the cage at the last minute. When her eyes met mine they were large and gleaming. I knew that look something was brewing in that mind of hers. The problem was determining if it was something I wanted to happen or not. She smiled just before dropping her face to look at the floor.

I stood up and walked over to her turning her back toward the cage before settling the two of us down onto the floor in front of it. I had her cradled between my legs in the kneel down position. I lifted her head so that she was looking at the cage before sliding my hand down between her legs. As always her natural response was evident, her pussy was already dripping and I could smell her already.

“Tell me what you see,” I said as I began to tug at her nipple.

” I see the cage master,” she said with not a hint of emotion to it.

“What do you feel?” I asked.

“Your hands on my body,” was her answer.

I withdrew my hands and repeated the question.

She was silent for a time before she said, “I don’t feel anything.”

Taking one of her hands in mine I leaned us both forward and placed it on the front of the cage, and repeated the question, “what do escort kuşadası you feel.” This time her body began to shake, and I watched as a single tear slide down her cheek.

I moved so that I could cradle her and still keep her hand on the cage. Her body stiffened and she tried to withdraw her hand from the cage.

“NO, you will touch it. What do you feel?” I asked again.

Her eyes dropped to the floor and I could see her biting her lower lip. I lifted her head and she bite down harder on her lip. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her, forcing her to release her lower lip. I could taste the blood on it when I sucked it into my mouth. I licked the blood from her lip and kissed it gently before releasing it. “Don’t bite your lip, I like your lips soft for me.”

Taking her head between my hands I turned it back toward the cage, “what do you feel? Tell me what you feel inside right now.” My voice was firm but gentle, and I hoped it would urge her finally speak. Her body began to shake violently and her breathing grew erratic.

“Please…” was the only word she spoke before she began to struggle to breath.

I pulled her into my arms and turned her face away from the cage. I held her while she cried; silent sobs shook her body over and over again. I kissed the tears that rolled down her face, and covered her mouth with mine. Her lips were so soft and I could taste the salt form her tears. Her body began to soften its rigid pose as her breathing slowed until she no longer held her own head up for me. Reluctantly I let her lips leave mine and laid her across my lap. She was a doll that I could position any way I wanted, and did not flex a single muscle as I laid her out for me; arms above her head and legs spread wide. I leaned forward and traced a line from her chin down toward her right breast, allowing my finger to hover over her nipple for a second. The second that I let my finger gently run over her nipple her body visibly stiffened. Her head was turned away from the cage and her eyes were closed. I touched her nipple again softly, and she jerked as if in pain but still no sound came from her lips.

I grabbed her nipple and twisted hard, watching as her body softened again. I did it again to be sure, and her body remained soft and pliable. This was not the reaction I had expected. I gently touched her nipple again and her body tightened and she held her breath. I grabbed both her nipples and twisted them between my fingers and again she softened.

I let my hands float over her skin gently from her breasts to the small patch of auburn hair just above her pussy and again her body stiffened and she squeezed her eyes shut tighter. I let my touch remain soft and gentle as I slide my hands down her highs and back up to her breasts, watching as her breathing became erratic and she seemed to struggle to keep her body from flinching.

“Open your eyes,” I said, “look at me,”

She turned her head to face mine as I looked down at her and slowly opened her eyes. I waited for only a moment before gently caressing her body again. She squeezed her eyes closed, and her body stiffened again.

“Open your eyes.” I commanded. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed hard. Her eyes flew open and I could see the fire in them, the more I squeezed the brighter it grew. Then I let my grip soften and become gentle, as I watched that fire go out only to be replaced with fear. The more I touched her softly the more fear shown in her eyes until she once again began to cry silent tears.

Over and over again I gently caressed her body, watching as she flinched and tried to move away from my touch.

“Please…” that one word whispered so softly but that held so much within it escaped her lips. I slide my hand behind her head and brought her lips to mine. I was determined to keep it soft and gentle, but before long the hunger I felt seemed to take over and I deepened the kiss crushing her body to mine, demanding, punishing, biting. She relinquished herself to me this way, her body molding to mine. The scent of her wet pussy drifted over me and ignited my need to posses her.

Pulling back from the kiss I looked into those eyes. Once again there was the fire that danced through those deep grey eyes. I wanted so desperately to turn her over and spank her until her entire ass was bright red before driving my cock into her, knowing that each punishing stroke would force her toward climax after climax. But my need to discover her secrets outweighed it and I gently lay her down on the floor and stood to walk to the couch.

“Please…” she said again. I stopped turning back to her kneeling down over her body and peppered soft kissed all over her breasts before taking her hand and standing her up to face me. I took her face in my hands and gently kissed her lips.

“Please what,” I said.

“Please touch me.” She whispered.

I kissed her gently, and then stepped away. “You may go to your room now,” was all I said before walking out of the room and up the stairs.

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Heart of a Slave

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I was waiting for him when he arrived home. I’d dressed and prepared myself for him just as he liked. I wore red latex thong panties beneath a black latex mini skirt, a black latex corset with ties up the front and red accents. I’d completed my outfit with black latex high-heeled boots laced up the inner seam to the top of my thighs, black latex opera length gloves, a three inch collar with a D hoop in front my chain leash attached and a padlock in the back. My hair and makeup proclaimed me as the slut I am. My only desire is to please him, my master. I knelt at his feet and offered him my leash, the key to my collar, and my hoop gag. He smiled and patted me on the head, then placed my gag on my mouth. He took my leash and crawling on my hands and knees he led me to the bedroom.

Once in the room he discovered that I had set out several toys for his pleasure. Lying on the bed were wrist and ankle restraints, two vibrators and a dildo. With a smile he led me to the edge of the bed and pulled me up to stand in front of him. He turned me around and bound my wrists behind my back and my ankles to either bed post my legs spread wide. He bent me over the bed, spit on my ass and worked a vibrator into it. The vibrator in my ass felt so good my pussy immediately filled with sweet juices. He kuşadası escort slipped his hard cock deep into my pussy while the vibrator in my ass tickles us both. He pounded me hard, burying his cock balls deep in my pussy. My body betrayed me and I begged him to let me come. He ignored my pleading and I forced myself to hold back. It was almost impossible but somehow I managed to keep myself from coming.

My body was on fire and I continued to beg as best I could around my gag but still he denied me. He released one of my ankles and turned me around then forced me to kneel. His hands gripped the back of my head and he slid his cock into my mouth. I could taste myself on his cock. He told me to finger myself with my gloves on while he fucked my mouth to the point of almost gagging me. I quickly obeyed. My juices coated my gloved hand. He knew instinctively that I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. With an evil gleam in his eye he denied me permission knowing I’d fail him and with tears streaming down my face, I came on my gloved hand. He took my come slicked hand and wiped my come all over my face, then fucked my mouth even harder. I reached up and stroked his balls and cock, while he fucked my mouth. His breathing got heavy. I knew he was going to come kuşadası escort bayan soon but suddenly he stopped and pulled out. He unlocked my wrists and ankle and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Lay across my thighs, Pamela,” he said sternly. My eyes lowered in shame I did as I was told. I knew I’m going to be punished for coming without permission. I settled myself across his thighs my ass thrust into the air. He replaced my hoop gag with a ball gag then ran his fingers up my juiced up inner thigh. He skimmed his fingertips over my clit and moaned against my gag uncontrollably. Then suddenly he struck the weight of his palm stung and reddened my ass five more times in quick succession. Tears ran down my cheeks my screams muffled by my gag. His hard cock pressed into my belly as he spanked me over and over. My ass turned a fiery red and he stopped as suddenly as he started. I gasped as he raked his nails across the tender flesh of my ass then trailed his fingertips between my cheeks to the entrance of my pussy. He thrust two fingers inside me and I moaned against my gag.

“You will not come without permission again will you my, Pet?” I shook my head and he smiled. “We shall see,” he said then he pulled me off his lap and laid me on my back across the bed. escort kuşadası Holding my gaze he leaned forward and bathed my body with his tongue driving me to a fever pitch. He teased my nipples mercilessly then moved lower. He buried his head between thighs his mouth and tongue teasing all around my clit but never touching it. I thrust my hips up screaming against my gag in frustration but still he denied me. My body convulsed when his tongue finally touched my clit. My sweat poured off me as I fight to hold my orgasm in check. I can’t fail him again. He slid two fingers into my pussy my hips bucking beneath him. I begged him with my eyes and he smiled. He tortured me for what seemed like hours and still I held it back. Finally his eyes filled with pride and he spoke the words I’d been dying to hear.

“Come for me NOW,” he said. The words pulsated through my clit and my back arched violently as I came for him. My muffled screams filled the air and I drenched his face in my juices.

“Now you will return the favor, Mine.” I quickly did as he commanded and knelt in front of him between his thighs. I tickled his balls with my tongue then ran my tongue up his shaft. Swallowing his cock and taking it deep in my throat I worked my magic on him. He was close to coming and he ran his fingers through my hair. I moaned against his cock and he could feel the vibrations all the way down to his balls. It pushed him over the edge and he pulled out just in time to come all over my face, lips, collar, and tits. I looked up at him sweetly, drenched in his come. “Good girl.”

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Her Birthday Dinner

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They had planned to go out to dinner that evening to celebrate her birthday. She was very much looking forward to it. He had told her he had a special surprise for her, and her mind filled with the possibilities: Was he going to give her as a present that elegant gown she had seen in the fine clothing store? Perhaps he would surprise her with a necklace, pendant, or other fine piece of jewelry? Maybe, just maybe, he would tell her of the vacation plans he had made for her, as they had talked of going away to a number of exciting destinations?

She looked so beautiful that evening, coming from work dressed in a smart pantsuit with a silk blouse. Her rich hair, as always, was draped gracefully across her neck and shoulders. After they met outside her building, he reached for her and pulled her near, kissed her, and placed his lips almost in her right ear. He whispered, “Shall we go?”

A warm smile crossed her face, as she looked into his eyes. She nodded up and down in a knowing way, and extended her hand to him. He took it in his, and they departed together.

In short time they had arrived at the restaurant, and they sat side by side in a corner booth with a flowing white tablecloth. The decor was magnificent, and so was the food. The evening and meal moved quickly along, though she was quite anxious to receive her gift. At last, her eyes brightened when he leaned toward her and, whispering, asked if she were ready for her gifts.

“Gifts!” she thought. She smiled deeply and watched as he pulled from his coat a small bag and presented it to her. She opened it and looked in amazement to find a small vibrating toy.

While she thought of the enjoyment of using the toy later that evening, he leaned over again, and whispered, “Please put the toy in now for your Master.”

“Now?” she thought. “Now? Now, in this restaurant?” she said in disbelief.

He leaned over again, and whispered, “Your Master, is waiting. Take off your pants please. You don’t want to disappoint your Master, do you? Don’t worry; no one can see you. The tablecloth extends all the way to the floor.”

Uneasily, she began to unzip her pants and slide them down her slender, tanned legs to her ankles. After slipping off her shoes, the pants fell completely to the floor. She felt the cold of the leather seat against her bare legs, but she had little time to reflect on her situation.

Leaning over, he whispered, “Your panties, dear. Have you forgotten, silly? You must remove your panties, of course.”

She started to break out in goose bumps as her hands fell to her sides and she almost unthinkingly began removing the black lace, french-cut panties that had previously rested snugly on her hips. Soon, they were completely off, and the cold of the leather seat sent a shiver through her body that mixed with the erotic sensation of the leather against her bare, firm bottom. She felt as if she were riding a mare, naked, with the saddle pressing into her in ways she had never imagined.

“We can’t have your clothing get wrinkled,” he said knowingly, as he bent down to pick up her görükle escort shoes, panties, and pants. Gathering the clothing, he folded the items neatly and placed them on the opposite side of the booth from her.

She was uncomfortable with the feeling that her clothing was now out of her reach–that she no longer had it in her control. But she didn’t have long to reflect on her ever-increasing feeling of helplessness. His whisper pierced the silence, “The toy, dear. Please, put the toy in you.”

Her pussy, already moist, quivered along with her entire body. “He can’t possibly mean that? Here? In a public restaurant?” she thought. She was so overcome that she had trouble thinking clearly and looked at her Master, waiting for him to relieve her fears. But he would only add to them.

“Do I have to lift up the tablecloth or are you going to put the toy inside of you, dear?” he questioned. She sat almost frozen until he then picked up the toy, pulled her hands toward him, and placed the toy in them.

The toy had a plastic base about 3 inches across and a penis-shaped protrusion about 6 inches high and 1-inch wide. Before she knew what was happening, he had helped her slide the toy into her ever-moistening pussy. She let out a faint moan after it was fully in.

The toy had two straps to hold it in place, and he fastened them around her waist. A small wire ran from the toy to a control mechanism. After looking down in disbelief as to what was happening to her, she looked up to find her Master holding the control mechanism in his hands. With another knowing smile, he turned it on the lowest vibrating mode.

A warm and tingly feeling began to radiate inside her to her belly, and down her inner thighs. Her thoughts began to cloud over until the silence was again broken with another whisper from her Master: “I have more gifts for you, dear.”

She looked bewildered as he removed another bag from his coat and handed it to her. Her eyes widened. She beheld two sets of cuffs–one set for her ankles, one set for her wrists.

“Were you expecting something else?” he whispered, as she looked at him in astonishment. “Here, cuff your ankles with this set, dear.”

“Now?” she exclaimed, hushing her voice as best as she could. “Oh, please no, sir. Not here.” “Later, sir. Later, please, sir. I will be so good to you.”

“Later, of course, dear, ” he said. “We will do this again later, but it will be twice as enjoyable for me if you would be so good as to do it now. You don’t want to disappoint your Master, do you?” he said a bit impatiently.

She knew she had to comply with her Master’s wishes. She slowly bent down and clasped one set of cuffs over her ankles.

“Excellent,” he whispered. “You know how to please your Master. Now, let me have the honor of cuffing your wrists together. Please hold them together for me under the table.”

With these words she almost reflexively drew her wrists together and extended them as she felt the soft lining of the cuffs again clasp in place over her limbs. The feeling of her helplessness görükle escort bayan began to overcome her. She was naked from the waist down, bound at her ankles and wrists, unable to reach her clothes, and unable to stop the toy that was relentlessly vibrating inside her.

She looked up and quivered even more strongly as her Master’s hand reached for the control and increased the rate of vibration. Her chest began to beat faster and her lips opened wider, as she began to softly moan. Her thoughts began to run away with her until the sight of a birthday cake approaching the table caught her eye.

A shock ran through her body as her Master said, “I had informed the staff that it was your birthday and asked that a cake be brought to the table. You don’t mind the attention, do you, dear?” he broadly smiled.

The pounding of her heart had mixed with the unceasing vibration through her body to make it difficult for her to utter any words. She could barely speak as the cake was laid on the table and the staff gathered around to sing happy birthday. All the eyes in the restaurant were on her for what seemed like an eternity. Helpless and bound and naked, she endured each moment–each second.

When everyone had finished singing, her Master exclaimed, “Blow out the candles dear.” She looked at him in disbelief of her predicament and barely had enough of her senses left to comply, other than reflexively to blow out the birthday candles as she had done all her life on other birthdays. Everyone stared at her, everyone clapped. She didn’t even realize that she had orgasmed.

Covered in sweat, she slowly regained a little composure. Her Master cut a piece of cake for her and placed it to her lips. She took a small bite, and it relaxed her a bit until his voice again pierced the air. “You know, wouldn’t this cake look better on a clean tablecloth?” he said matter-of-factly.

Another shock ran over her body. After all she had just experienced, the fear of being exposed in such a position was almost overwhelming for her mind and body. She mustered up all the strength she could, fighting the unceasing vibration in her vagina, and begged him no.

“No, Master,” she cried. “I will do anything for you, but please, not here. I will suck your cock so lovingly all the way home in the car, but please, please don’t let them remove the tablecloth.”

At this request, he took a strawberry and held it in front of her. “Show me here how you will suck my cock,” he instructed.

“Master, please no,” she cried.

“Alright,” he said. “It looks like our waiter is back. Let me ask him for the new tablecloth.”

“Oh, please, Master. Please no. I will show you,” she begged.

With these words he extended the strawberry to her lips. “Show me how you will suck me,” he demanded.

In short time she had extended her tongue and run it around the tip of the strawberry, caressing it lovingly. Slowly, she leaned farther forward and took the plump strawberry in her red lips and slid it back and forth in her mouth. Their eyes met as bursa escort he smiled.

He could see that she was truly sucking the strawberry as if it were indeed his cock. He was very pleased and motioned for her to stop. She too smiled and looked lovingly at him. He then increased the vibration setting of the toy to its highest level. She wished it went higher and quivered in delight, but not for long.

“I almost forgot,” he said. “I have another gift for you; it’s in the car. I will be right back.”

Before she could say anything, he had gotten up and was heading toward the door. Alone in her condition, a feeling of shock again started to overtake her body.

She saw her Master say something to the waiter as he walked by him, and then watched in disbelief as her Master left the restaurant. He was gone. She then watched as the waiter disappeared, and calmed somewhat. But soon she spied the waiter appear with a fresh white tablecloth. Her heart pounded, as the vibration continued to shake relentlessly inside her, and her mind started to drift away as the waiter moved ever closer to her table. She almost fainted when he began to extend his arms to remove the cake, holding the fresh white tablecloth draped over his arm.

She couldn’t scream, she couldn’t run. She had never felt so helpless as she had at that moment. She was about to lose consciousness when the sight of her Master stepping in front of the waiter roused her with a jolt.

After dropping a large tip in the waiter’s hands and saying a few words to him, the Master eased back into the booth. The waiter slowly moved away to another table, looking back and smiling.

“You didn’t think I forgot about you, did you?” her Master grinned. “I told you I had to retrieve another gift for you,” and with these words removed a bright colored box he held in a bag. “Let’s get you unbound and dressed,” he whispered, and gently removed her cuffs and helped her slide her panties and pants back over her sweat-covered body.

Before she realized it, she was fully clothed, but something wasn’t quite right: It was the toy. It was still inside of her. “But, sir, you forgot about the toy,” she said.

“Your Master doesn’t forget,” he said firmly. “We’re both here to celebrate your birthday. Now, please, open the box, dear. Please, open your present. I have mine.”

Accepting the feeling that relentlessly stirred inside of her, she removed the ribbons wrapping the box, removed the top, and beheld inside a beautiful evening gown–a gown just like the one she had admired in the window of the fine clothing store during an earlier evening together.

On top of the gown lay an envelope addressed to her. She opened it, and read the words as he spoke them to her: “Happy birthday. Every day will be a new adventure for you–everyday will be celebrated as if it were your birthday. Your and your mind will be taken to wonderful and magical places–places that you can only now imagine.”

She knew in her heart that he was right. She had never experienced anything like she had that night. To be bound, naked, and helpless in a public place. And yet she felt a calm settle over her. Only her Master and she had known–no one else. It was their secret. And she yearned–oh, she so yearned–to be led each day through other such experiences under the safe and gentle control of her Master.

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“Please, God, please let me this job,” prayed Allison Kane as she steered her car into the parking lot of Hardesty Co.

Hardesty Co. was a prestigious business firm in the area, and Allison had recently heard about and executive’s assistant position that had opened through a former classmate. Allison had appeared at the firm with her resume not having much hope of getting the job. However, less than a week later she received a call from the firm requesting that she come in and be interviewed.

Allison quickly consented to the interview. She was not in dire need of a job — she had a pretty well paying job as a server at a local sports bar — with her tanned skin, dark hair and green eyes, the tips rolled in. However she wanted a job more suitable to her skills. She had graduated from college after double majoring in mathematics and finance. She had started job hunting optimistically, but soon realized that finding a job to match her skills was fairly difficult. This opportunity seemed to be a dream come true.

Allison stepped out of her car, smoothing her black, knee length pencil skirt. She liked to dress feminine and so wore the snug fitting garment to display her ass. She paired it with a matching fitted jacket underneath which she wore a button down, emerald silk shirt. The shirt clung to her large breast without managing to make them look purposefully displayed.

Entering the firm, she stalked up to the front desk.

“Hello. My name is Allison Kane. I have an 11:00 appointment with Mr. Hardesty.”

“Of course,” replied the clerk. “Mr. Hardesty’s office is on the twelfth floor. Just take the elevators to your left.”

Allison thanked the clerk before turning to the elevator bank. As the doors dinged open and she stepped inside, Allison felt the nerves creeping in.

She tried to pep herself up. “Just relax. You’ll do fine,” she thought to herself.

She ran a quick hand over her hair just as the doors opened on the twelfth floor. Allison straightened her spine and reminding herself to be confident, strode out of the elevator and to the secretary’s desk where she once again introduced herself.

“Hello, Ms. Kane. I’m Mrs. Stubbenbaker, Mr. Hardesty’s secretary,” the older women introduced herself. Allison gauged her to be roughly in her sixties and on the verge of retirement. She had beautiful silver hair that was still full despite her years and a trim figure. “If you’ll just have a seat, I’ll let Mr. Hardesty know you’re here.”

Allison stepped over to a small waiting area and sunk into a plush leather chair. She could feel butterflies in her stomach. As she once again tried to calm her nerves, she listed with a half ear at the one-sided conversation Mrs. Stubbenbaker was having with her employer. “Mr. Hardesty, a Ms. Kane is here for your 11:00 appointment.” There was a brief pause. “Yes Sir, I think you will approve of this one.” Another pause. “Yes, right away, Sir.”

Mrs. Stubbenbaker hung up the phone before sending a smile at Allison. “Okay, dear. Mr. Hardesty is ready for you. His office is just through those doors.”

Allison rose from her chair. Squaring her shoulders, she took a deep breath. “This is it,” she thought as she placed her hand on the door knob.

She opened the door and was confronted with a spacious office. The floor was carpeted in a discrete gray, the walls were also neutral. The only thing that stood out was the large mahogany desk, and the man behind it.

Allison felt the breath she had just took swish out of her lungs. “Good Lord is the man attractive,” was her first thought.

Mr. Hardest was in his mid-thirties and mesmerizing in a rugged, unrefined sort of way. His features were much too harsh to be considered handsome or even attractive by conventional standards. His face consisted of hard planes and angles that could have been chiseled out of stone. He had a gorgeously square jaw — Allison had always been a sucker for a square jaw. His head was crowned with a wealth of nearly black brown hair. His gray eyes were hard, nearly unemotional in his study of her.

“Please, Ms. Kane, have a seat.” He gestured to a chair in front of his desk. Allison sat and smoothed her skirt. “Would you mind if I called you Allison?” After indicating she did not mind, Mr. Hardesty proceeded.

“I see here that you graduated from college with degrees in mathematics and finance and also minors in economics and accounting. You certainly seem to be well rounded in the business arena. Do you currently have a job in your field?”

“No, Sir. I am serving at a sports bar downtown.”

“I see.” He rubbed a hand over his chin thoughtfully. “How do you feel about serving people?”

Not expecting the question, Allison thought for a moment before answering. “I feel that serving people is important. I enjoy being able to help others. However, I would prefer having a job in the business world.”

“Yes, I certainly can’t blame you for that. Tell me…”

And so on the interview went. Mr. Hardesty asked some görükle escort basic questions and typical “how would you feel in this situation” scenarios. After the interview portion was over, Mr. Hardesty stood. Allison rose also.

“Well Allison, I must tell you I am impressed. You seem to be a very motivated individual. I believe I will enjoy having you under me.”

Allison paused a moment thinking the phrasing was weird. Then it dawned on her. “You mean I got the job?”

“Yes, Allison.” He smiled at her and the hardness of his gray eyes eased a little bit. “However first you will need to go through some medical screening and fill out the required paperwork. Mrs. Stubbenbaker will be able to provide you with the necessary forms. After filling those out, she will provide you with directions to the medical clinic on the seventh floor.”

“Yes, thank you, Sir!” She once again shook his hand before exiting the room.

Upon entering the reception area, Mrs. Stubbenbaker exclaimed, “Congratulations dear! I just know that you will provide excellent service here.”

Once again Allison thought this comment slightly odd, but quickly shrugged it off as she became immersed in forms. The first three forms were the typical employee information forms. It was the fourth form which gave her pause. It read:

I understand that as an employee of Hardesty Co., I (fill in name here), am required to periodically be submitted to company medical examinations. These examinations must be conducted in the medical clinic located on the seventh floor the building. I give my permission for company heads to look at my charts and observe my examinations at any time.

Allison thought this a bit peculiar. She asked Mrs. Stubbenbaker, “What does this mean by observe my exams?”

“Why dear, don’t let that bother you. Mr. Hardesty would be the only one who would observe, and he rarely sits through them. I have been here nearly forty years and not once has anyone sat in on my exam.”

Allison accepted her answer and quickly scrawled her signature on the form. She returned the forms to Mrs. Stubbenbaker and was given directions to the medical center.

“I hope this exam doesn’t take very long,” Allison thought while riding down in the elevator. “I really want to do some shopping to celebrate my new job.”

The elevator chimed and the doors opened to the seventh floor. The décor on this floor was very different from that of Mr. Hardesty’s office. White was the predominant theme. White tiles covered the floor; white paint enveloped the walls, both of which gave the viewer a sense of sterilization. The faint aroma of sanitizer only added to the scene.

Hospitals gave Allison the creeps. They smelled gross and gave her butterflies in her stomach. The scent of sanitizer reminded her of her yearly gynecological appointments.

After a brief discussion with the receptionist at the front desk, she was directed to an exam room. In short order, a nurse — her gold plated name tag read “Betty” — appeared with the requisite paper gown making Allison groan. “One would think someone somewhere could make a more comfortable and attractive hospital gown,” she thought.

“Ms. Kane if you would kindly remove your clothes and have a seat on the exam table, Dr. Olcott will be with you shortly,” Betty informed her before rushing out the door.

Allison stripped off her clothes with a sigh, and then shimmied into the paper gown. Grumbling at the gaping back, she strode up to the exam table and hopped on. While waiting for the doctor, she idly kicked her feet. She cringed when one of her feet tapped a metal bar under the table. Curious she hopped off and peered underneath. Why it was a stirrup! After a short moment of panic at the thought of an unexpected gynecological exam, Allison calmed down. “It’s probably just standard equipment on these things,” she thought.

She had very little to ponder though, because just as she hopped on the table Dr. Olcott came in the door. He was in his mid to late fifties. He was mostly bald, but Allison gave him points because he cut his hair short instead of attempting to comb the few gray strands he had over. He was about 5’10” and had an average build with the exception of a slight paunch hanging over his belt.

“Hello, Allison! I am Dr. Olcott. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he introduced himself and shook her hand.

“Hello, Dr. Olcott.”

“Now Allison, I hope you don’t mind, but Mr. Hardesty will be joining us in a few moments for the exam. Now, now. Don’t get nervous dear. The exam will be quick, little more than a basic physical. Why don’t we start with some basic medical history? Can you tell me your date of birth?”

Dr. Olcott droned on, asking Allison the usual questions — what diseases run in your family? Have you ever had surgery? And so on and so forth. Just as he was finishing up there was a knock at the door. Dr. Olcott got up from the desk chair and opened the door.

“Ah! Mr. Hardesty! You’re just in time, sir! I am görükle escort bayan just about to begin the examination.”

“Hello, Allison. I hope you don’t mind my intrusion at this exam. However, I thought it prudent to take an interest in my new employee. After all, you will be working directly under me. I want to make sure that your body is in the best shape to keep up with my demands.”

Actually Allison did mind, but she had signed that dratted form! Damn Mrs. Stubbenbaker! Swallowing her resentment, she lied, “No, Mr. Hardesty, I don’t mind at all.”

Dr. Olcott grabbed her chart. “Okay, Allison first we’ll start on the scale. 122 pounds — very good. And your height? — 5’6″. Excellent.” He quickly jotted down the results. “Okay, you can hop back up on the table. We’ll take your blood pressure and temperature now.”

Allison complied excruciatingly aware of Mr. Hardesty’s silver gaze burning into her. Next, Dr. Olcott warned her that he would be loosening her gown to check her breathing and heart. As he stuck the cool stethoscope down the front of gown and over her left breast, Allison glanced at Mr. Hardesty. His eyes bored into hers. She felt a blush start up her cheeks but returned the stare until Dr. Olcott moved to check her back.

“Now, I’m going to give you a breast exam. If you would please lower your gown to your waist, and lean back — yes, dear lie back.”

Seeing no way out of this, she reclined back staring at the ceiling. Even so, she could feel Mr. Hardesty’s eyes on her breasts.

“Allison, can you tell me what size bra you wear? It’s for the chart.”

“My normal doctor never asked me that.”

Mr. Hardesty answered, “It’s for clothing, Allison. While you will be traveling with me, the airline may misplace your luggage. We always take all measurements so as to assure replacement clothing the company provides will fit. We can’t have our executive’s assistant traveling in sweats.”

Mulling it over, she reached the conclusion that it made sense. “I’m a 34DD,” she said with a blush. She had always been self-conscious of her large breasts.

“Ah, I thought so,” the doctor replied. He began the exam, fondling her breasts, before circling her large nipples. As he pulled on her nipples, Allison became mortified. She stole a glance at Mr. Hardesty only to find him smirking at her! Why that pervert was enjoying this! Allison glared back up at the ceiling until the exam was finished.

“Well everything appears to be fine with your breasts. If you wouldn’t mind removing the gown now, I will need to do a brief pelvic exam.”

“A p-pelvic exam?” she stuttered. She glanced quickly at Mr. Hardesty before returning her pleading eyes back to Mr. Olcott.

“Now, Allison, Mr. Hardesty is a professional. Anyways, it is his company and you did sign the consent form.”

He was right! Hindsight is a bitch! She never should have signed the form. Red with embarrassment she removed the gown and exposed her naked body to them.

“Okay, now put your feet in the stirrups. That’s a girl. Spread you legs a little farther apart. Good.” While instructing her, the doctor rolled over a stool, a lamp, and a tray of tools from the supply closet. He snapped on a pair of latex gloves before turning to Mr. Hardesty. “Ian, there’s an extra pair of gloves on the desk for you. I may need some assistance, since Betty left.”

What?! Allison was in turmoil. Not only was she lying spread eagle and naked on a table in front of two strange men — one of them was her new boss! And he was about to become very intimately acquainted with her most private parts!

“Relax, Allison. I’ll be gentle,” Mr. Hardesty teased. He grinned when she squirmed.

“Good, you have no pubic hair. I’m going to begin the external exam now.” With that she felt the doctor’s latex covered fingers at her pussy lips. He tugged on them briefly, before pulling them apart exposing her clit. Much to Allison’s dismay it was out of its hood and standing at attention.

“Mr. Hardesty, this is where I will require your assistance. As I hold her lips apart, I need you to test her clit’s sensitivity to stimulus.”

“Anyway I can help doctor.” With that the doctor once again pulled her pussy lips apart. Mr. Hardesty ran a finger down her clit, then slowly up before giving it a quick rub. It felt like electricity was coursing its way straight from her clit to her nipples. They stood out rock hard and Allison struggled to contain her moan.

“She definitely has a sensitive clit, Doc. Her nipples are sticking out about an inch.”

Horrified that her boss had noticed, Allison tried to close her legs. Mr. Hardesty would allow none of that though, and he pinched her clit hard. Tears sprung to Allison eyes. He maintained his viselike grip on her clit until her eyes met his. They were alight with a sadistic gleam.

“We’ll have none of that now, will we, Allison?”

Afraid of the gleam in his eyes, she uttered a meek, “No, Sir.”

“That’s a very good decision,” bursa escort he said as he eased the pressure on her clit, before removing his fingers.

“Thank you for you aid, Mr. Hardesty. Would you be so kind as to hand me the speculum?”

“Will the large one do?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe the medium one will be more comfortable.”

Mr. Hardesty brushed a hand over Allison’s right breast, and then twisted the nipple hard. “I’m sure Allison would prefer the large one.” Her pain filled eyes pleaded with him, but he just shook his head slightly and twisted harder. “I don’t think the good doctor can hear you.”

Writhing in pain, Allison decided to give in — anything was better than this brutal nipple torture. “Yes, Sir, I would like the largest speculum to be used.” Mr. Hardesty winked at her, twisted her nipple further and then released it. He smiled his appreciation at the purple abused sight it presented.

As Dr. Olcott prepared the speculum by rolling it in lube, Allison’s mind was in overdrive. Why was Mr. Hardesty acting like this? He had seemed like such a nice man during the interview. Why was he tormenting me? And, most importantly, why am I getting aroused by his touch?

Her thoughts scattered when she felt cold metal probe at the entrance to her pussy. The doctor inserted the speculum and gently began cranking it open. Allison felt her pussy stretch open wide, revealing her pink depths. She closed her eyes tight, trying to gain control of her rioting emotions. She opened them wide a second later a feather light brush against her cheek.

“Your pussy is absolutely beautiful,” Mr. Hardesty whispered. Her eyes widened in shock. “I can’t wait to explore it further.”

Dr. Olcott seemed oblivious to Mr. Hardesty’s behavior. He closed the speculum’s jaws and removed it from her pussy. By the time he put the tool in the sterilizer, Mr. Hardesty was back at his side.

“It’s time for the manual exam now. I need you to relax.”

Relax? Yeah, right, she thought. She heard the sound of a bottle cap snapping open and looked down to find not only Dr. Olcott, but Mr. Hardesty putting lube onto their fingers!

Seeing her panicked look, Dr. Olcott tried to sooth her, “I hope you don’t mind, dear. My feeling isn’t quite what it used to be. Mr. Hardesty’s got the youthful touch. He will also be examining you manually.”

This is too much! She wanted to shriek it from the tops of her lungs. She wanted to close her legs and get the hell out of here. The only thing holding her back was the amazing job opportunity. Not to mention the huge financial boost she would gain by taking the job.

Mr. Hardesty was having a blast. He had known that Allison would be perfect from the moment she walked those long legs into his office. Her dark brown wavy hair had reached past her shoulders, and in that one second he could imagine grabbing fistfuls of it as he fucked her mouth.

Thank God he had had the foresight to create that form. It was almost as if he had tailor-made it for this situation. He felt his cock harden as he recalled the humiliated look that had been in her eyes when she found out he would be shoving his fingers in that hot cunt. Had he less control, he might have cum then and there.

“Alright, Allison just relax. You’ll feel my fingers,” Dr. Olcott told her gently.

She felt two of his lubed, latex covered fingers slide inside of her pussy. He gently probed around her vaginal walls. She groaned a little when he bumped her cervix. She risked a glance down and saw Mr. Hardesty watching the doctor’s movements. He was very clearly enjoying this. For some reason the knowledge that he was viewing her so intimately was turning her on. The doctor pulled out his fingers.

“I believe everything is just fine, but I’ll let Mr. Hardesty take his turn now. After he’s through you’re free to leave, dear. Everything seems in order.” That said the doctor turned away towards the desk to remove his gloves grab his notes. He was out the door less than ten seconds later.

“Are you ready?” asked Mr. Hardesty. Before she could tell him either way, Mr. Hardesty forcefully shoved two fingers up her cunt. He too poked and prodded at her vaginal walls. When he bumped her cervix, she squirmed. Amused he asked her, “Does that turn you on?” He bumped his fingers harder over her cervix. “Answer me, Allison. Do my fingers up your pussy turn you on? Do you like it when they rub against your cervix?”

“N-no!” she denied. Horrified she realized that she was very excited. Her nipples were standing up like two pebbles from her breasts. Her pussy loved the attention it was receiving.

“I think you’re lying, Allison.” He slowly pulled his fingers out, and then thrust them back in. He repeated this over and over.

Allison began to groan uncontrollably. Yes, she thought in her mind, oh God yes!

“Tell me, Allison. Tell me how you like it.”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Sir, what?”

“Yes, Sir, I like your fingers in my pussy.”

“Good job. I’m sure you’ll enjoy this then too.” Mr. Hardesty worked a third finger into her tight pussy.

Allison felt herself stretch to accommodate his large fingers. As he began thrusting them in and out, she couldn’t stop herself. She began rocking her hips into his fingers.”

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You call me on your way home and in a stern tone, no idle chit chat, no laughter, no smile in your voice, you tell me to have your drink, your smoke, and the leash ready for you. You demand casually that I be in the black fishnets with the red lace tops and the 7″ black stilettos, nothing else. I assure you I will be ready and you hang up with an almost growled “I love you, my slut.”

My heart races a million beats per second at your peculiar mood, and I run around the kitchen to the bedroom to get everything ready. I pull my hair up into a high ponytail and slick on a heavy layer of liquid black eyeliner with one hand and a shiny pout of blood red lipstick that won’t even come off if you pour turpentine on it. I know you’ll be irked at the thought of tasting the lipstick, but will delight in seeing my painted lips sliding up and down your cock, so I chance it anyway.

I hear your heavy footsteps follow a car door slamming and haul ass to the foyer, pulling the leather handle of the leash between my teeth, a triple of whiskey in my left hand and a packed bowl in my right. I settle gently onto my knees to avoid the poke of stiletto heels in the tender curve of my pale, bare ass. I hear you on the other side of the door slipping your key into the lock and my whole body clenches in anxious happiness, a warm rush between my thighs making the pink rise high in my cheeks and my deep rose nipples harden like tiny marbles.

The door swings open and slams closed in a whirl of you, your frame eclipsing the porch-light in a flash before you’re there, towering over me. I stare at your knees and let my eyes slowly crawl up the miles of your body to peer curiously at your expression. Terrified, I watch that initial smile you always have when you first see me fade and you grab the leash from my teeth, quickly slipping it around your wrist, then grab at the drink with the görükle escort same hand. Something is in the other hand you hold behind your back. You toss back the whole cup and place it and the unlit bowl on the counter behind me.

Your dark expression turns down on me, bearing into my core and I don’t even notice your fingers deftly flicking your zipper down and pulling your already hard dick free from your jeans. My eyes widen as glittery warmth spreads across my cheeks and surprise more than pain induces a slow well of tears that sit on the brink of my lids without daring to spill over. You’re slapping your rock hard cock across my face and staring down at me, into me. You wordlessly grab the high ponytail with your free hand and guide your dick between my glistening red lips all the way to the back of my throat with one rough thrust. I gag and struggle, my hands flying up to hold onto you for support as you fuck my throat. The tears now stream in kohl black smudges down my cheeks while I try to swallow every inch of you without choking. You grunt/sigh and pull my hair back hard, my tear streaked face completely exposed up to you as you jerk your dick against my pursed lips, covering the still perfect red pout with your sweet hot cum. I squeak out a, “thank you, Sir!” and start to lick at the droplets, but you stop that train of thought completely as your other hand swings out from behind your back holding a shiny pair of handcuffs.

I stare, mouth agape and covered in cum, as you reach down and lock each cuff around my wrists then pull me up by the middle. I stand reluctantly, still dizzy from your entrance and try to follow as you pull both the leash and the small links of chain between the cuffs. I look up at you curiously as you lead me to step in front of you and you pull my arms above my head. You swing the center link of the cuffs over görükle escort bayan a tiny metal hook that I had no idea was even on the wall, and there I am, helplessly splayed with my wrists dangling high above me, face pressed against the wall and my ass popped out for your pleasure. You let me hear a thoughtful and approving, “Mmmm,” as you consider your work, your artful display of your slut. Then my moan to match escapes my cum slicked lips as your warm palms press from my already aching wrists, down my arms and rest, cupping around each breast with your thumbs circling over the hardened nipples.

You press the length of your body against me, pushing me fully into the wall, every crevice between us filled with you. I squeal and moan, the smile on my lips terribly audible as I melt into you, loving how you surround me. You rock your hips against me and let me feel the still hot and pulsing length of your dick press between my eagerly throbbing pussy lips. Unable to resist, I grind back into you and you pull away from me completely, teasing me, testing me. You slap my ass so hard I have to clench my thighs to keep my balance, and you lean back to watch the hand print show. I close my eyes and feel the thousands of points of heat tickle the thick layers of flesh.

And I wait.

The seconds tick off like hours and you remain in your contemplative stance, silent, watching me. I start to writhe and whine, begging for you softly, not knowing if that’s what you want of me or not. I practically whisper, “please fuck your little pussy, Daddy… can’t you see how bad I want it? how badly your whore needs your cock?” I take small steps outward, spreading my thighs further so you can see the tiny tendrils of my anticipation dripping off my swollen cunt. You respond with another slap to the other, unreddened cheek and as I begin to register bursa escort the pain as your hand print, I feel you dragging your dick from my twitching hardened clit back towards you. You dip once into my quivering pussy, stretching the hot flesh around you and coating your shaft before taking two handfuls of my tender ass in your hands and pounding ruthlessly into me. You cum almost instantly, and pull out, shooting the last few pulsing streams onto the backs of my thighs. I inhale deeply, ready to whine and beg for more, but the breath is caught in my throat as you spread my cheeks and push the entire length of your cum soaked dick into my tight ass.

I scream and claw at the wall, flailing beneath you, every part of my body pulling away from the pain but my hips which seem to drunkenly rock back against you, taking in every inch to the base. I thrash against the wall and scream, “FUCK DADDY!! Tear up your dirty cumslut’s ass! I wanna feel your cum dripping out of every abused hole! BREAK ME DADDY!” And once again you surround me, your hands on either side of my head, palms pressed to the wall as you hammer into my ass, the chains clanging against each other, and the hook as you tear apart every piece of what’s yours. You bite down into my shoulder and growl at me to cum with you, and I do, all of my muscles shaking and tightening with the force of your command. You pull me back onto you, impaling me one last time hard enough to let me feel you explode inside me before pulling out to drop a few hot splashes of your covetted cum on my red and shattered ass.

You watch me tremble out the last waves of orgasm and hang from the hook in a crumpled diagonal heap of cum covered flesh, legs bending awkwardly for support from the wall. You reach up and unhook me, spinning me around to face you and you wrap your arms around my back, holding me against you and smiling that sweet, amazing smile down to me. I bury my face against your chest shyly and you tip my chin up to kiss me. I stare at you mystified for only a moment before you lead us to the couch, sitting me down on your lap and offering me the bowl with a warm and gentle, “Greens, my love?”

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Graduate Life Ch. 02

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Tom, having lost a bet to his girlfriend, Becky, spent the first couple of days thinking of ways to get out of it. The wager he’d lost was that Becky could persuade his house-mate James to go-down on her, after she and Tom had fucked. Becky won the bet. Tom’s forfeit was to have Becky’s name tattooed onto his abdomen, just above his cock. The bet was won on Sunday, Becky had arranged for the tattooing to be done on Wednesday – she knew the longer she left it the less likely Tom would be to go through with it.

At lunchtime on Monday she went to the tattoo shop where it would be done. It was owned by a couple and Becky introduced herself and explained to the owner the tattoo ‘she’ wanted. Speaking with the wife, the husband was tattooing someone at the time, she explained, as much as she dared, about a bet that she had won and this would be the prize. They arranged for the work to be done on Wednesday after work, the shop closed at six to the public, but they often had people in afterwards for work by appointment. It was set, they would be there at six-thirty on Wednesday. Becky had chosen the font and size of the tattoo and arranged for Helen, the part owner of the shop, to do the work. All that was left was to tell Tom. She thought she’d leave it until Tuesday, so he’d have less time to fret or try to wriggle out.

On the eve of the big day, Becky prepared Tom. After dinner she told him it was all booked – seeing a glint of fear in his eye she acted. Explaining that in preparation for the tattoo she would have to shave him; re-enforcing the point she’d made before, that if after a while he didn’t like the tattoo all he had to do was not shave and it would in effect disappear. Adding that, as a side benefit, she loved to suck a shaved cock and balls. Becky made a show of shaving Tom. He was fully erect almost from the start. The job done, his cock and balls smooth, Becky gave him a wonderful blow-job, making a point of swallowing all his cum.

She met Tom after work and took him for a drink, they had some time before the appointment for the tattoo and she wanted to help the situation with a little dutch-courage. Helen was waiting for them at six-thirty with the shop quiet and all but closed up. She led them through to a back room. In it were a reclinable chair – a bit like a dentist’s chair and a bench with tattooing equipment. The walls were adorned in tattoo designs, however, Tom didn’t focus on those, as any other customer may have, he knew what ‘design’ he was having.

Helen put him at ease, explaining the process and the after care of the tattoo. As Tom lay in the chair and lowered his trousers Becky carefully positioned herself between Helen and Tom’s head, partially obstructing his view of her working. She whispered in his ear words of encouragement as Helen first cleaned the area for the tattoo then applied the transfer for the design. Becky continued to whisper encouraging words to Tom as Helen went to work and before he knew it the job was done and Helen was applying a bandage to the area and explaining how long it had to stay on for. She gave him some cream to help the healing process. Tom wanted to peel back the bandage and have a look but Becky intervened.

‘Later darling, you don’t want it getting infected now do you? Besides, I saw it as it was going on – trust me it looks wonderful.’

Tom was keen to get home and didn’t push the point. Becky paid for the tattoo and they left. Late that night, just before bed Tom peeled off the bandage to apply some cream and saw the tattoo for the first time. They both stared at it and Tom immediately noticed two things, first, it was a lot bigger than he’d imagined – the lettering was nearly an inch high; there was no way simply letting the hair grow back would hide this. The second thing he noticed was the punctuation. Tom had assumed that he would have just her name tattooed, i.e. ‘Becky’, but what was actually written was ‘Becky’s’ – the apostrophe denoting the singular possessive, i.e. his cock ‘belonged to Becky’.

For her part, Becky was delighted, form now until the end of his days, any woman who saw Tom’s cock, let alone sucked it, would know instantly that it belonged to her, to Becky. Noticing the tinge of fear in Tom’s eye she knew she had to say something.

‘Oh, darling it’s better than I thought. I want to kiss and suck it right now. I want you to fuck me all night.’

She knew that there was no way any of that would görükle escort happen – that tattoo had to heal, but she wanted Tom to hear the words. As the weekend approached that tattoo healed and Tom started to get used to it. By the following weekend he was ready for sex. Becky pandered to him, knowing his ego had been bruised by her having her name written above his cock – so when he, with a hopeful inflection to the question, asked if he could fuck her arse Becky agreed. She knew he needed to re-affirm, what in his mind was the dominant role. Becky went down on Tom beforehand. She was mesmerised by the sight of her name, inches from her face as she sucked. So much so that she almost missed his approaching orgasm. It had been a few day since Tom last came and she knew it would be a big one. Tom, seconds from cuming, felt her let go of his cock, his disappointment brief as he imagined sliding his cock into her tight arse.

Becky, playing to Tom, picked up a cushion and went over to his desk. She bent over it and, placing the cushion on the desk spread her legs and bent over. Looking him in the eye she spoke.

‘Darling, cum fuck my arse, fuck me hard. My arse is so tight I can’t wait to feel your hard cock in it. Just make sure you lube it first.’

Tom was ready to cum even before to touched her. He eased first one, then two fingers into Becky, making sure he lubed her as she’d asked. Then he stood back and surveyed the scene before taking hold of her hips and easing himself into position. He could feel the tightness of her arse as he first placed his cock at the entrance to her arse, then pushed it in. He paused for a moment, whilst they both got used to the feeling; then he began to fuck her, slowly, gently at first then picking up the pace. Becky knew after taking him so close with the blow-job he wouldn’t last long. She was right, a couple of minutes later she felt Tom explode his cum deep in her. Tom’s load spent he withdrew from her and slumped onto the bed.

A week later Becky was lying in bed thinking about how much she liked the setup with Tom and James. It surprised her how easy it was for her to take charge, especially with James. She’d grown to like the dominant role she’d adopted and wanted to explore it more and to do so had done quite a bit of internet research. It had affirmed much of what she’d observed with both of them. She had decided on her next step; the hardest thing was broaching the subject with Tom – she wanted to put it in a way so as to make him think it was his idea. She also had to make sure James would go along.

The next small step with James was simple. One weekend, after he’d cleaned her of Tom’s cum Becky told James she wanted him to shave his cock and balls and keep them shaved. She’d grown to prefer Tom that way and saw no reason not to keep James in a similar state.

She told him to fetch a bowl of warm soapy water and a razor. James simply retrieved the items, barely giving an inquisitive look as he did so. Becky, as she’d done with Tom, shaved him – of course by the time he was smooth James was sporting a raging hard-on, made to appear all the more bigger by the lack of hair. They both liked the feeling of smoothness as Becky gave James his reward wank.

Ever since she came across idea of orgasm denial in her research she couldn’t shift it from her head. She had, of course, flirted with the idea in an amateurish way with both of them, but to truly have control she’d convinced herself that the cock had to be locked-up, locked-up in a chastity device. The question was would James be willing to cede to her that much control. She started planning. To begin with she planted the idea in Tom’s mind, a hint here, a suggestion there; to the point that when she broached the idea Tom almost suggested a chastity device for James. Becky made sure that Tom appreciated the magnitude of the sacrifice James would be making and that Becky would need to do something big for him, it was but a short step for her to introduce the notion of her taking James’ virginity – both making the assumption that he was such.

One night, after James had licked the cum from her pussy and as she was rewarding him with a wank Becky decided to sound James out on the idea of orgasm denial. He was at just the right moment; she’d subdued two orgasms and a third was building.

‘James.’

‘Yes Mistress.’

‘Do you remember me telling you we’d never görükle escort bayan fuck?’

‘Yes Mistress.’

‘Well, that might not be entirely true. I have been thinking of our relationship and I’d like to take it further.’

‘Ohh, Mistress.’

Her timing was impeccable, she gripped hard the base of James’ cock and stifled another orgasm.

‘Could I? I mean would you, would you let me?’

‘I’ve been thinking how well you’ve been doing and how we may develop our relationship and I’ve come to the conclusion that I will control your orgasms – I will decide when you get to cum and as a reward for this I will let you have sex with me.’

Becky had resumed James’ wank and he was close. This time as she explained that she would control his orgasms she wanked him to a climax with the encouraging words.

‘Cum for me, cum for me James, there’s a good boy.’

James was in heaven. His mind was a spinning with thoughts of fucking Becky as he jetted rope after rope of cum into the air. She said she wanted to control his orgasms, to his mind she already did. When she asked him not to wank he didn’t and when she told him to he did. On the evenings when he would prepare her for Tom and she would command him not to cum until after he’d cleaned her he was excited. He enjoyed the tense, nervous excitement of those times – a constant hard-on waiting for Becky to return, followed by the powerful feeling of release when she either wanked him herself or had him do it for her. To him it was a win win situation, so of course he eagerly agreed. Becky left him with a task – to do some internet based research, for which she suggested a few websites.

She had already bought the device, a CB 6000, a chastity device that fitted over the cock with a ring that seated around the base behind the scrotum. The two parts locked together, secured either by a key, which she would hold, or with a tamper proof security tag.

It was a week later when Becky arrived at the house with the device. She wanted to play the situation carefully and decided to have James in the device for a while before telling Tom. The evening proceeded much as others had, James prepared her for Tom and waited patiently for her return. This time, as Becky descended the stairs, naked with Tom’s cum oozing from her, she carried a small bag. James was intrigued by it but she wouldn’t let him see its contents until after he’d cleaned her. As she stood behind him slowly rewarding him with a wank she instructed him to open the bag. In it was the device, the CB 6000. James had seen one on the internet, at the site Becky had directed him to. This seemed different, more real as he examined the genuine article. Becky sensed the excitement in James – his cock seemed to grow even harder as he looked over the device.

After he’d cum Becky told him to fetch some soapy water and a cloth. She washed his cock and before it had chance to harden again and secured it in the device. She loved how it looked and couldn’t resist testing it. Becky, naked, kneeled down in front of James and took his balls in her mouth and sucked them; his reaction was instant, his cock started to grow but was restrained by the device. It had clearly started to become painful for James who let out a yelp. She was thrilled with this development and placing the key on a chain around her wrist returned to Tom.

She stayed over most of the following week to keep an eye on how James was managing with his new device. She’d already decided on the programme for his release and when she would fuck him. He of course was oblivious to this plan and believed it was his behaviour and obedience that would dictate it.

James’ first release came at the end of the first week – after an evening with Tom Becky came down and had James clean her. Once complete she ordered him to stand before her.

‘James’.

‘Yes Mistress’.

‘I am pleased with how you have taken to the device and decided to release you for orgasm. We are not going to fuck today, but you will orgasm. I have decided to reward you, I am going to suck and wank you to climax – but before I do I am going to hand-cuff your hands behind your back. I want to remove the temptation you will undoubtedly have after a week of being caged. If you would like that then turn around and put your hands behind your back.’

James was in a dream-like state as he immediately acquiesced to her demands. bursa escort Becky had decided that he would not be allowed to grasp his own erection for a period to re-enforce her ownership of it, of him.

His heart racing, his hands cuffed James looked down as Becky removed the key from its chain and undid the lock holding the device in place. His hard-on had already started to grow before the device was removed, it grew to its full length immediately as she slid the cage off his cock. Becky felt a hint of stubble as she bent down and took James’ cock in her mouth. A minute or so later she felt him approaching orgasm. Looking up at him she offered him a choice.

‘James, you are so excited tonight. Owing to your obedience to me I am going to reward you with a choice. Either I can continue the blow-job until you cum or I can stifle it and wank you to completion, lets say, after two more build-ups. What will it be?’

James’ head was spinning – he knew he would last less than a minute if she continued the blow-job, but it was so good.

‘The blow-job please Mistress.’

Becky leaned in, taking the head of James’ cock in her mouth and gently nibbled and sucked him to a climax – and there was so much of it, it even caught her by surprise. She swallowed a lot but there was too much and a lot erupted onto her face. She stood up, congratulating James on his orgasm she kissed him, making sure he tasted his own cum.

His orgasm done Becky cleaned, shaved and caged his cock before releasing the handcuffs.

She couldn’t help but notice how much more attentive James had become since she caged him in the CB 6000. She’d already decided that his reward would come the following weekend, but hadn’t told him that.

On Saturday afternoon she knew Tom was planning an afternoon at the rugby with his mates. He too was more attentive to her and was over the moon with the mid-afternoon fuck and blow-job before heading out to meet his friends. Becky took a shower then, still naked and damp headed to James’ room. He wasn’t expecting her but was delighted none the less as she walked in naked.

‘James, if you would like you may fuck me this afternoon; there are however, a few rules.

Firstly this afternoon is about you, we fuck until you cum. Second, although the afternoon is about you I will remain in charge, you will be tied to the bed, I will then remove your cage and then we will fuck.’

James nodded and lay on the bed awaiting Becky. She bound him to the bed with a bondage kit she’d bought especially for the purpose and then proceeded to remove the device. As before he was hard almost instantly. Becky lay on top of him, rubbing his cock along her pussy lips, then gently eased herself onto his cock.

James was in heaven as he felt her soft warm pussy slide down his cock. She rode him gently, letting him dictate the pace and felt the tell-tale vein in his cock throb announcing the imminent orgasm.

‘James, I can feel you are about to cum, do you wish me to stop and wait for it to subside or are you ready to cum?’

‘Stop, stop please Mistress.’

He wanted this to last as long as it could and new that when he came it would be over, his cock would be caged. Becky did as he asked and twice more eased off his cock and gripped the base to prevent him from cuming. As she felt the next orgasm approach James announced he was cuming – Becky was more than a little glad to hear this as she was starting to become sore. When he did cum it was a big load – an afternoon’s excitement and a week’s denial resulted in a substantial build up of cum and it all flooded into Becky who collapsed onto James’ chest. She eased off his cock and felt his cum start to ooze out of her. James didn’t say a word as she inched up his body and placed her well-fucked and full pussy over his face, lowering herself onto his mouth.

James obediently took to his task and licked the warm juices from her – this time his own seed; it brought Becky to another of the many orgasms of that day. She lay for a while against his bound body and drifted in and out of sleep. Eventually she arose and following the routine of last week shaved and cleaned James’ cock.

‘James, so I know you want this, before I cage your cock I want you to re-affirm your willingness to obey me by asking to to cage your cock and control your orgasms.’

‘Mistress… Please cage my cock and control my orgasms?’

Becky, relishing the power, slipped the CB 6000 onto James and snapped the lock shut. She lay next to him, the soft skin of her naked body against his for nearly an hour before she decided to untie him; his now dried cum all over his face and his cock already straining at the cage.

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