Golden Girl Ch. 02

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Chapter 2: The Feast of the Fall

In the aftermath of a day full of intense sensation, Dorée was exhausted and fell into a light doze. Lying on her bench in the stables, she could hear the faint clink of the crucible that heated gold leaf and the heavy footfalls of the man who applied it, now softened by distance. He had gone away down the rows. The other young men and women who had come to the Chateau with her must be suffering as she had when the hot flakes of gold dropped onto her skin. Or were they? Did any of them feel that queer stimulation at the end, when the pain picked up a pulse that was almost pleasure? Dorée’s mind could not fathom it. Her thoughts wandered around in the twilight of half-sleep, mixing up her earlier meditations on lust and her current thoughts about suffering.

As she dozed, it seemed that the effects of whatever drug had been put in her porridge wore off. Her dizziness subsided, and her strength returned. After a while Dorée felt well enough to rise, lifting herself onto her elbow to look around. Just then, the stablehand passed by and waved her down.

“No no no! Remember what I said: don’t move. Not until you’re summoned.”

Having no better options, Dorée lay back down again. She had been the first one gilded, so probably the last ones to be done were still cooling and recovering. Dorée was, if nothing else, eminently practical and quick to perceive how chores should be carried out. So she waited. After a short time the Footman who had taken all the lamp attendants to the stables came back.

“Get them up, get them up! We need them in their places now. We’re already running late.”

“The last ones might crackle,” the Farrier grumbled.

“Crackling is artistic. Get them going.”

The Farrier snorted again, then waved to the stablehand, yelling, “Well? Get them up!”

The stablehand’s freckled face barely popped around her door frame and he was already gone by the time she heard him calling encouragingly,

“Up, girls, time to go! Up, up! There’s a sweet one!”

“Don’t mollycoddle them. You’re not doing them any favours,” called the Farrier.

“It works with horses.” The stablehand shot back, his voice ringing out from the other end of the stable.

“Only once they’re broken, son. And these ones aren’t broken yet.” The Farrier returned.

“True!” The stablehand agreed cheerfully. There was an echoing smack and a brief shriek from one of the girls as the stablehand yelled “ON YOUR FEET!”

“But don’t ruin my gilding! Bon sang!” The Farrier thundered.

The stablehand simply laughed and thumped the Farrier casually on the arm as he came back down the row. The way the young man shifted from tenderness to cruelty on a whim was almost more frightening than the Farrier’s scowling menace.

Once the stablehand was gone, Dorée moved closer to the edge of her stall and peered out, trying to see what was happening. A line of young men and women stood at the doors to their stalls. Each one was covered in an intricate and original pattern of gilding that highlighted their best features, yet without covering them at all. She had earlier been glad to be spared the pain on her most private parts. But now, seeing the handsome young men with their cocks surrounded in gold yet not touched by it and the buxom girls with their breasts flecked and dashed but not hidden, it seemed more obscene than if they had simply been coated in gold head to toe. There was no armour of metal to shield them; instead, their vulnerability was ornamented and made all the more prominent.

‘I suppose there is no chance of us being given a uniform after this,’ Dorée thought to herself.

“Line up. About face. And, march! Double-time!” The Footman called out.

Dorée was in the stall closest to the door, so of necessity she took the lead again, turning and stepping out briskly. She hoped that the rest followed her, though a few squeals and curses from behind her suggested that not all of them had moved as quickly as she. For a moment, Dorée felt a pang of concern. Why was she leading this group of slaves -for that is what they clearly were- to their humiliation? Shouldn’t she put her foot down and protest before it went any further?

And yet, it was so chilly in the Courtyard now that the sun was dipping below the horizon and the West wind was blowing stronger. The shadowed stone was like ice under her feet. Her whole body wanted nothing more than to be inside the Chateau again. So she stepped even more quickly until she made it back through the main building’s doors, where torches cast a warming glow along the corridors. She moved in far enough that the others could enter behind her, then paused and looked around to find the Footman for direction.

“Very good.” The approaching Footman said, finally giving her a nod of acknowledgment. Despite herself, Dorée felt once again a flush of pride at doing well and being praised for it.

She and the other slaves were lead through the back corridors and up several narrow görükle escort flights of stairs until they came into the Grand Dining Hall. It was indeed a sight of splendor not to be believed. The table was set with silverware for at least a dozen courses. Crystal goblets sparkled amidst the gleam of silver, waiting to receive the night’s wines. Elegant burgundy draperies edged in gold hung around the walls. As Dorée watched, the curtains were drawn by maids in rather revealing dresses who tied back the draperies with thick tasseled silk ropes. Behind the curtains there were no great works of art or marble statues, but only empty alcoves with a kind of rounded wrought-iron hook embedded in the wall well above eye-level. Each hook stuck out horizontally, with its loop parallel to the floor. There were six alcoves on each side of the table and one at the head.

“You,” said the Footman. Dorée turned to him instinctively, but it turned out he was addressing another girl behind her, a gorgeous creature with milky skin and cascading curls the colour of polished chestnut. Gold spirals swirled on her round breasts like Celtic woad. “You’ll be at the head of the table. Step up now, in here.”

“What is all this? I DEMAND that you-” the girl began in a strong, lilting Breton accent.

The Footman stepped forward and seized her by the throat in one lightning-fast motion, as a snake seizes its prey. He pushed her back until she hit her bare heels on the shallow alcove step. She stepped up fast to keep from falling backward. The Footman, still holding her by the throat, pitched his voice to the entire group and commanded,

“Get in. Face the front, legs apart. Don’t move until you’re told to. This is not a request.”

Clearly, this order was meant not just for her, but for all of them. A stir of unrest rippled through the group, especially the men. One strapping lad raised his head, his bright blue eyes flashing angrily. But the Footman simply released the girl’s neck and snapped his fingers in the air. Guards appeared from behind the alcoves, one for every niche. They wore armour and held short spears. The guard behind the fiery Bretonne’s alcove held his spear to her side. The point dimpled her creamy skin.

“If any of you should think of running away, breaking your pose, or -Heaven forbid- disturbing the Feast, you will be run through. The Duc likes to see a little sport at the dinner table, so don’t think he’ll hold the Guards back once our guests arrive. You are here to render a single night of service, for which your family has been well-paid. The Guards will make sure that your service is perfect, despite your filthy, untrained ways. Is that clear?”

Everyone nodded.

“Now, to your stations. You, in here.”

This time he was addressing Dorée. He pointed impatiently to the first alcove on the left side of the table. Dorée stepped up and faced front as commanded. The alcove was so shallow that her buttocks nearly brushed the back wall. At her feet there were worn grooves in the stone where other feet had stood before. In order to match them, Dorée had to spread her legs quite wide -wide enough that a draft of air from behind touched her exposed sex and made her tremble.

Across from her, Dorée could see a young, slender woman with wheat-blonde hair being positioned with her legs apart in her own alcove. Next to her was a young man with a very dark complexion who created a striking contrast with her pallor. Dorée looked to her own right and saw that there was another man who was, if not quite so dark as the one across the hall, then still tanned a deep nut-brown, like a farm-boy who had spent his life out in the sun. She could see now that the hooks in the men’s alcoves were set higher than hers. They were made to alternate low and high, for shorter women and taller men. There was a deliberate contrasting pattern to the slaves’ placement, she realized: fair-haired women were next to dark-haired men, then came a pair of darker women next to two fair-featured men, and so on, with the sole red-head standing at the front. Even their heights were evenly matched so that they stood about the same distance under the hooks. Though their selection had seemed hasty and random, they had been chosen quite purposefully. The staff knew their business. This set-up was no caprice. It was a repeated ritual.

“All ready! Bring the sconces!” The Footman called out.

A moment later, a procession of maids appeared like clockwork bearing the strangest candle-holders Dorée had ever seen. Each holder was made of a large cone of bright-polished silver, all pierced and carved with elaborate curlicues and eccentric nobs running down the sides. Candles protruded from the broad end of the cone, tilted back slightly so that the flames would stand up straight when the holder was placed at an angle into the round wall-hook. The whole ensemble looked rather like a torch made of metal and wax. The still-unlit candles were thick enough to burn all night. A sweet scent of beeswax filled görükle escort bayan the air.

With brisk efficiency, a maid reached her arms around Dorée to set a candle-holder into the hook in her alcove. Dorée could smell the beeswax even more now, and also the tang of the maid’s sweat as she leaned it. She cast a pleading look at the maid, but the pretty young brunette ignored Dorée with steadfast self-discipline. Metal rang on metal as the elaborately carved holder slid into the hook. Still without meeting her eyes, the maid took Dorée’s arms and crossed them at the wrists over her head, just under the iron bar of the wall-hook.

The Footman stepped up again and addressed all the slaves.

“This is the position you are to keep for the rest of the night. You can catch hold of the bar to rest your arms if you absolutely must…but at your peril, lamps. My advice is to move as little as possible. And remember, if you show the least rebellion…” He mimed the stabbing of a spear.

Lamps, he had called them. And so they were.

The maids returned with long tapers to light the lamps. Light and warmth flared to life above Dorée’s head. She could see the dancing flame through the fretwork around the flared rim of the holder. Through the pierced decorations on the side, she could now see that there was a solid core of wax all the way down the centre of the sconce. She had never encountered anything like it.

The Footman watched avidly, enjoying the sight of all the lamps being lit. He didn’t turn away until the very last one, the redhead in the front alcove, was lit. His bright, hungry eyes revealed his impure thoughts and Dorée squirmed again. She froze quickly, realizing that she had brushed the bar above her with the tops of her arms. But it was too late. Turning up her eyes, she saw a drip of milky-clear wax swelling on the rim of the candle. As she watched, it spilled over the edge and ran down the short, thick candlestick. The first drop cooled and hardened before it could fall. But the next drop ran further, tracing the course of the first. The next went further yet. Finally, one fast-coursing drop made it to a cut-out design in the sconce. It hung pendant, then fell.

The drop hit Dorée’s breastbone just at the spot where her throat met the in-curve of her clavicles. She gasped at the blossoming heat and her arms jerked up reflexively, striking the bar above her hard. The candle-stick rattled in its hook and a fresh cascade of wax poured down through the wicked little holes and spouts in the cone to spatter her breast and belly. It was like the gold leaf all over again, except that it ran and flowed and splashed on her in such unpredictable ways, and it did not spare her most tender parts at all. The first drops to hit her unprotected nipples were agony. Dorée wanted to scream. She heard a hiss of indrawn breath from the man beside her. Another woman let out a quick-suppressed whimper. By this time, they all knew enough to hold their tongues.

Just then, a tall, masculine figure in a white-powdered wig and an opulent coat of black damask strode into the room.

“Lit already? Tsk tsk. You know I like to see the first agonizing drops.”

The maid he addressed quailed beside him.

“But then again, if we want lovely crenellations by the time the guests arrive, I suppose they must be lit early.”

He wave an airy hand, dismissing the maid. Then, on second thought, he snapped her back with a word.

“Wait. I want the men erect when the guests arrive. A pastille each should do it for them. As for the women…we’ll let the guests see to them, if any are so inclined.”

“Yes, your Grace.” The maid said with a deep curtsy.

Dorée was distracted by the wax that kept dripping mercilessly onto her bare skin, but she was still aware of the Duc’s presence. He commanded one’s attention as if by natural right and disdained it just as easily as he’d won it. Dorée practically felt his gaze brush past her as he inspected the lamps one more time. Then he departed with a satisfied nod.

A brief eternity later, two of the maids reappeared with a dish of something small and round that Dorée could not quite see without turning her head and shaking the bar. Seen from the corner of her eye, they reminded her sacrilegiously of communion wafers. They were given to the male lamps to eat, along with a sip of water. As if to maintain some ritual balance, the maids also allowed all the female lamps a mouthful of water, though they weren’t given any tablets. Soon enough all the men began to shift uncomfortably as their members swelled before them in compelled arousal. Once horizontal they were clear targets for the wax, and the men grunted in pain as they were spattered by stray burning droplets.

After a time, the wax began to form a cooled crust on the areas where it spattered most often, and Dorée breathed a sigh of relief as the burning heat dwindled to an almost pleasant warmth. She took this opportunity to observe what she could bursa escort of the Hall by carefully moving only her eyes. She found her gaze drawn to the other lamps across from her. Even in suffering, each was unique and beautiful in its own way. The white wax showed bright against the darkest man’s skin, wantonly spattering the elegant pattern of gold-leaf decorating his chest and encircling his proudly upright cock (which Dorée could not help but notice.) The contrast on the nut-brown farmer next to her must be striking as well, though she dared not turn her head to see him fully. The pale blonde woman directly across from Dorée revealed her blushes much more easily than either man: her cheeks flamed red and her skin was pink wherever the wax still burned. She trembled like a lily-of-the-valley in a hot rain, and only brought more pain down upon herself for her delicacy. Dorée wondered what she herself must look like with her legs spread apart, her body covered in drips of wax like theirs, and that broad stripe of gold-leaf leading the eyes down, down from her breasts to her belly to… suddenly, she felt the pulse again, deep inside her. A kind of sweetness wracked her body even as she knew her humiliation most keenly. She wanted to squeeze her legs together, not to hide herself, but to press what was between them and wriggle her thighs against it. Taking a shallow breath, she closed her eyes and tried to allow her spirit to transcend all that was happening to her. She would not look any more at this strange spectacle, she vowed.

Not long after, amused voices began to echo through the halls and the sound of high-heeled shoes rang on the marble. Cracks and claps and other sounds Dorée could not begin to guess the meaning of echoed through the halls. When the sound of those well-bred voices, all talking and laughing gaily, finally reached the Grand Dining Hall, her curiosity again got the better of her. She opened her eyes to the sight of a stunning noblewoman arrayed in a scarlet gown with a fashionable pannier skirt. Her fitted, low-cut bodice was fronted in black velvet and laced in gold silk cord. Her thick, dark hair was unpowdered and arranged in the most extraordinary coiffure of curls and feathers Dorée had ever seen. To her shock, Dorée saw that the Lady was leading a handsome young man on a silver chain, who crawled by her slippered feet like a spaniel. The Lady was openly examining each one of the lamps as she walked along the gallery. When she saw Dorée gazing at her, she gave a small but wicked smile. Turning, she beckoned to another fine Lady in sky-blue silk and a towering white wig who seemed to be her companion. The Lady in Blue came over, and the Scarlet Lady murmured something into her ear that was lost in the swirl of voices and music. They both laughed. Then the two strolled off arm-in-arm at a leisurely pace, the Lady in Scarlet tugging on her spaniel-boy’s chain.

A string quartet struck up in the next room, which Dorée assumed was the ballroom. She took solace in listening for a while, since she so rarely heard any music beyond the simple tunes of country folk. There were loud exclamations of delight every now and then as something that excited the growing crowd took place elsewhere. The Dining Hall was not yet too occupied, but even a half-dozen people felt like quite a lot for Dorée, especially in their coats and gowns and towering hairstyles which made them look so imposing. She was immensely self-conscious of being watched and commented on by such powerful beings while she was naked and tormented for all to see.

Besides her nakedness, her posture was also beginning to cause her discomfort. She had been standing for quite some time without moving and her arms had set to aching. She tried resting them on the top of her head for a while, but even that grew difficult. She was not strong like the hale farmers and doughty milkmaids that surrounded her. Dorée’s stepmother, while harsh-tongued, used her for relatively little labour besides housework. Even the willowy white-haired girl across from her seemed more settled in her posture now that she had a good coat of wax on her skin.

Dorée could tell that something terrible would happen if she grabbed the bar above her head. “At your peril, lamps,” the Footman had said. But the prospect of some future punishment began to pale in comparison the aching in her arms and the tingling in her cold hands. Indeed, she found that she almost craved the sharp, enlivening intensity of her earlier pain again. The thought of it grew in her mind until she could no longer resist it. She braced herself, and as gently as possible she shifted her arms up to grab onto the rod above her. It was surprisingly warm, and for a moment she felt a rush of grateful relief. Then all of a sudden, the rod let down a bit with a mechanical jolt and -oh, Mercy! Liquid heat poured down her flesh not only from the front, but from behind. The small of her back and the sensitive flesh of her buttocks burned so unexpectedly that she yelped and stamped her feet like a horse while still hanging onto the bar, which only increased the flow. So there were spouts for wax behind her, too! No wonder she had felt a draft caressing her in the alcove. There was a raucous laugh as the guests noticed her writhing and called more attention to her.

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Yeliza Awakens Pt. 02

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Part four: The reveal

Seeing him fully dressed, submissive, and made to look like a girl, her power was readily apparent. She reveled in it. He was patiently sitting on the bed, waiting for her direction.

This power was becoming addictive. She enjoyed it more every time they did something like this, her pussy was wetter than before. She was making him wait, excruciatingly long, on purpose. To show him who was in charge. He dare not fidget, or move. All he did was wait submissively, gazing at her. Longing in his eyes.

She knew all he wanted is to please, she could see it in his eyes, all that was missing from his ensemble was his collar with his female name on it, it lay beside him.

“Stand up, slut. And turn to the mirror, eyes closed.” She ordered. He stood and turned to the mirror trembling on his black heels, he towered over his mistress, even without heels. Despite his height, he knew exactly where the power was, and it was not in his heeled feet.

He had not seen himself yet, the reveal which was to come was incredible to him, he felt nervous, excited and very submissive. He felt the collar click around his neck.

“You may look now, my pretty.” She said, he opened his eyes slowly. They had done this before. Not like this, however. The whole image was perfect in his eyes, an effeminate creature stood. Not a man nor a woman. He was her wannabe girl. Her sissy. His cock throbbed at the sight. His state of mind plunging him into his alter ego. He was fully hers, fully submissive and fully aroused.

The collar around his neck read his name in silvery bling letters. YELIZA. He loved what he saw, the long blonde wig fell past his shoulders. Normally they were broad but the dress made them look much more petite and feminine. The make up gave him an unfamiliar feminine face. The breast forms gave him the false impression of cleavage, and the corset gave him the silhouette he craved. Everything working together. He was no longer himself. He was Yeliza.

He was speechless in the mirror for what felt like forever. All he could do was gape at the beautiful girl in the mirror. His cock aching. He felt so feminine, so controlled. This had been his fantasy for years, and it had never been realized. Until right now.

“Well, Yeliza how do you feel?” She asked.

“I feel beautiful, mistress.” He answered back after a while. Collecting his thoughts.

Her hand moved down under his dress, feeling his erect cock in her hand, and some leakage in his panties. He was so aroused, that without touching his member he was leaking precum.

“Oh such a naughty slut, getting all wet for mistress.” She grinned at him, he felt his body go limp from the attention his dick was getting, still looking in the mirror he could see his mistress maneuver around him, holding his dick firmly. It sent pleasure through him. He would do anything for her, anything she wished. Her hand let his dick go free in his panties, the bulge not visible. “Well my beautiful girl, I think it’s time for some fun.” She said.

“Yes, mistress.” Was all he could answer to her.

Part 5: Playing with Yeliza

“Clear the bed, and lie down, Yeliza.” She commanded. He moved quickly to clear the bed of the blankets and pillows. He nervously lied down. Not knowing what would be happening next.

While she was deciding what to do with her sissy, she saw the desperation in his eyes, the submission on his face. Ever since she felt the leaking in his panties, she had become very hot herself. Her pussy could use some well-deserved attention, and she had just the slave to do it for her. However, he would have to earn such a great reward. She waited, testing her slave’s patience.

She started to lightly trace his exposed thigh, rubbing her long fingernails along his body. He was very sensitive and shuddered in enjoyment. Not knowing what it could lead to. Suddenly she pinched his thigh. He jerked his leg back a little as a reaction. She looked down at him.

“Well, slave, you decide to pull away from your mistress?” She asked.

“I’m sorry mistress, I just hadn’t expected you to pinch me so suddenly.” He replied sharply, thinking he would justify his action. She slapped her hand down on his thigh with full force. He knew he should not test her further.

“Your backtalk doesn’t please me at all slut. I am going to punish you, I think I am in a good mood. I şişli travesti will let you decide how many slaps it will be.” She said.

The seconds counted down, he had no idea how many slaps to give himself, he didn’t know if any number would be good enough, would he start high? Or low? What if it was too low and she would make him say a ridiculous number?

“Well Yeliza, I will need that number from you.” She said smiling. She saw the doubt in his eyes, this turned her on even more. She saw him trying to make a decision that would please her. He didn’t know that she didn’t care. She was going to do anything she wanted anyway. Making him sweat like this just made it more enjoyable for her. Her smile wavered into a fierce look.

“T-t-ten?” He finally answered.

“Is that a question or a statement?” She asked him sternly. He felt her gaze into him. Making him feel so submissive.

“F-f-five then?” He said again. Sounding hopeful after her response.

“Poorly done, Yeliza.” She said, anger in her voice. “I liked your first offer a lot more, although, I think you ruined my mood, and you ruined your own salvation. I will slap you as many times as I please. You are going to apologize and thank me for every one, and if you bitch… and moan… and cry… and beg… I am going to keep adding slaps until you complete your punishment properly.” She stated.

“Yes, mistress.” He replied weakly. Bracing himself for the punishment.

The first slap, not that hard for him. He was prepared and he felt like he could endure,

“Thank you, mistress, and I am sorry.”

The second slap, she slapped harder, on exactly the same spot.

“Thank you, mistress, and I am sorry.”

The third slap, harder still. He was having trouble controlling his pain, it was starting to hurt.

“Thank you, mistress, and I am sorry.”

The fourth slap, not any harder, but accurate. Stinging, pain and powerlessness.

“Thank you, mistress, and I am sorry.”

The fifth slap, same spot, misery, he really was sorry now. Five would have been fine?

“Thank you, mistress, and I am sorry.”

The sixth slap, of course. No end in sight for him,

“Thank you, mistress, and I am sorry.”

The seventh slap, he had serious trouble holding himself back.

“Thank you, mistress, and I am sorry.”

The eighth slap, was this ever going to end? Or was she trying to break him?

“Thank you, mistress, and I am sorry”

The ninth slap, how weak was he? Only 9 slaps in and feeling like a vulnerable little bitch boy?

“Thank you, mistress, and I am sorry.”

The tenth slap, this could have been it if he had been more steadfast. But he wasn’t, he was her bitch, her plaything. And getting slapped made him realize it more, and more.

“Thank you, mistress, and I am sorry.”

The eleventh slap, this one pushed him over. He cried a little at the impact. He met eyes with her briefly. Her face lit up with amusement, or anger. Or both

“Thank you, mistress, and I am sorry.”

The twelfth slap. His thigh was so red it looked like it could bleed. But it had just been her hand.

“Thank you, mistress, and I am sorry.”

The thirteenth slap. No cry, just pain, he was put into place completely.

She brought her hand down at full force, he winced at the thought, at the last second she slowed. Rubbing his incredibly burning thigh, softly. With her fingernails just like at the start. Before the slapping. Watching him flinch amused her.

“Ohhh, thought you were getting another one little Yeliza?” She mused. “Now your mistress only gives you what you deserve.” She said. “Now turn around bitch, I want to see that ass in the air.”

He moved away from the punishment position, lifting his ass high. The dress sliding off, he felt his long hair move on his back. She felt her grab the collar around his neck, and pull her toward her. He was facing away from her, and she pulled his head back. Like the bitch he was.

She felt her sissy, she was feeling him up. Enjoying this bitch, her bitch. She felt his hard dick inside his panties. The glowing heat of his thigh she had thoroughly spanked. She had broken him with the spanking, and she had loved it. She had been fingering herself while she was doing it. Almost to an orgasm, but resisting just a little. Saving it for later.

“Now bitch, who are you?” She demanded

“I’m Yeliza, mistress.” bakırköy travesti He answered into the collar, his airway being shut off from her pulling it.

“And, who is that?” She continued,

“She is your sissy bitch, mistress.” He said.

She was stroking his dick harder now, it was clear he was in complete ecstasy, willing to do anything to keep the situation he was in going on for longer.

“And, what does my sissy bitch want?” She asks seductively.

He moans at her touch, “Please, mistress…” he begins. He is interrupted by his pleasure. He can’t think, he can’t even finish his sentence.

She pulls him even closer to her. Squeezing more air out of him, pulling the collar firmly now. “Please what, slut?” She demanded.

“Please, fuck me. Mistress, please fuck your sissy.” Almost choking on his words.

“Gladly.” She said. This was her power moment, the one she had been waiting on.

Part 6: Fucking Yeliza

She had already laid out the dildo. It was one they bought together, it was a special, no harness dildo. One which pushed against her g-spot, as she fucked with it. Perfect for the bedding of a sissy bitch, who so desperately wanted it. It slid into her pussy easily, and comfortably. Already feeling the light push back in herself, she was getting lustful, and her prey was right in front of her. Begging to be fucked.

“Please mistress, please fuck me and make me yours.” He pleaded.

She laughed a little, lubing up his asshole, a sissy pussy, for her dildo. She lubed up the dildo evenly, but thoroughly. She could feel his breathing, and the warmth. He wanted this so badly, her power flowed through her. Her pussy begging for the stimulation to intensify. She lightly pushed against his asshole.

“You ready, bitch?” She said.

“Yes, yes mistress fuck me.” He begged.

She didn’t hold back with that comment, sliding the dildo all the way in. to the base. Penetrating her sissy deeply. A loud moan of pleasure came from him, he was already all warmed up. The action had increased his precum leaking into his panties. She starts out slowly, feeling the dildo grinding into her. She is getting hotter herself. Each time she pushes, a long moan of excitement, pleasure and complete loss of control comes over him. For her, its complete control however, as she starts losing herself in the pleasure.

She hears her sissy moan, every time she shoves her dildo deep into his waiting asshole, every motion delighting her. Pushing her insides and her g-spot. He feels the dildo in his tight asshole. Rubbing him, pleasuring him in ways beyond his belief. Every thrust a little cum leaks out of him.

“Yes, moan for me my bitch, you sound like a real whore.” She said. He moans with every thrust, harder with every thrust. It feels like he is going to cum just from having his ass fucked by his mistress. “Oh yes slut, moan like the bitch you are while I ride you for my own pleasure.”

Penetrating her slaves’ ass for her enjoyment. Faster, harder, deeper into her. Pleasure growing, his cries and moans fading away as she feels the heat building, slowly, steadily, she rides on. Stretching his pussy, making him hers. She can’t stop, can’t control herself anymore, she just wants to fuck until she orgasms. She doesn’t care if she breaks her sissy. Then it comes, suddenly, and explosively. The warmth spreads through her body, arching her back. Waves of heat and pleasure rupture through her body. Intense pleasure while pushing the dildo as deep as it will go into his asshole. An orgasm rips through her. She cries out.

She takes a little time to settle, the dildo still deep in her slaves asshole, he can’t move, she hasn’t told him too. She sees him, sweating, broken and properly fucked by his mistress. She’s not done though. She slides the dildo out of his asshole slowly.

“That was a good fuck, Yeliza. You have a nice tight pussy.” She says feeling relieved after her orgasm. “But I am not done with you yet, girl.” She says.

He was exhausted from the fucking, it felt intense, arousing, he felt like he came twice during. He hadn’t actually though, but it felt like it, it felt like he came a little every thrust inside his asshole. His mind was blown, completely blown away by the experience. There was more now? He couldn’t believe it, but no time to think. No time to recover

“Turn around bitch!” She demanded. He did so quickly, on his back now. “Wipe istanbul travestileri that whore lipstick off your mouth slut.” He used his hand to wipe off the lipstick, sloppily. She kissed him, hard and rough. Taking full control of the kiss. He loved it, enjoyed it. “Now open your legs for me again my little sissy Yeliza.” She said. He complied.

Another visitor for his asshole, the remote-control vibrating butt plug he had worn selecting the very dress he was wearing right now, It quickly found its way into his stretched hole. Its access granted easily after such thorough foreplay. She started stroking his dick, as the vibrations turned on, all he could do was look longingly at her, hold her arm. He was swimming. No room in his head for any other thought than obedience, and pleasure.

She stroked slowly, gripping hard. Every time she reached the bottom it felt like he would orgasm. His body shook, he moaned with pleasure and looked at his mistress with passion in his eyes.

“Oh, careful now Yeliza, we don’t want any accidents. Don’t cum until I say slut.” She ordered. He nodded, unable to speak. It felt so incredible. The vibrations intensified as she changed the settings. Moans and gasps for air as the plug pulsed happily inside his sissy hole. “My, my, a real slut loving to be fucked by her mistress.” She said grinning down at him, she wasn’t even touching his dick but it was twitching. Purple with blood in it. “Now bitch, tell me again, who are you?”

“I am, Yeliza, mistress.” He managed to answer through his moans, “I am your sissy slave bitch, mistress.”

“Yes, yes you are, my good girl. And who is doing this to you?” She asks.

“You are mistress, my mistress is doing this to me.” He answered. Looking up at her, the excitement coursing through him, he looked at her lovingly, longingly. He felt like her total bitch. admitting these things was very liberating and arousing.

“Such a good girl, Yeliza, now do you want to orgasm for me, my little bitch?” She teased.

“Yes, yes mistress.” Was all he could muster

“Well then beg slut, convincingly.” She said laughingly, gripping his cock again.

“Please mistress, may I orgasm, mistress? Please mistress you fucked your slut hard mistress, please may I orgasm for taking it for you mistress.” He begged.

“Well, not if you state it like that Yeliza. Plus, I kind of feel like riding your swollen clitty, so we can orgasm together, you think you can manage long enough to please your mistress once more?”

“Anything you want mistress, please, I am yours, your property, do with me as you wish.” He replied. All he wanted was the release, and the thought of his beautiful mistress riding him was just a bonus.

She climbed on his erect dick. Her wetness greeted him, a familiar feeling but now she had all the power, all the control and all he could do was try not to cum and disappoint her. She didn’t start slow at all. She herself was still aroused from her first orgasm, and all this teasing had warmed her up again. She was going to ride him and climax.

She increased the vibrations on the plug as she rode his dick, seeing his femme state as she rode her bitch. She was only a few stroked in, but she herself was already close to orgasm, she clenched her hips around his dick, shoving his member deep inside her, milking her orgasm. It was a short but intense orgasm. He was incredibly close, and she could see it.

“Please, mistress, I need to cum. I need to cum now.”

“Not inside me bitch, sissy cunts don’t get to do that.” She said as she climbed off him, she stroked his dick hard and fast, “Come on then, Yeliza, cum for your mistress, cum on your pretty little dress and panties, cum like the bitch you are!”

With that he finally came, all the arousal that was built up deep inside of him was thrust out, hard, long and intense. It was the most intense thing he had ever felt. As he felt his cum shooting out over himself, he felt his lack of control, his corset, his boobs and his bra on him, he felt feminine, he felt the plug vibrating happily and heavily in his asshole. His whole body was shaking intensely, his eyes rolled back completely. After what seemed like an eternity he finally collapsed back on the bed.

“Now, Yeliza, go to the mirror, look at yourself and what do you see?” she asked

He looked at himself, his lipstick rubbed off violently, his make-up a mess, his dress soaked with cum, and lube leaking from his asshole. He heard the vibrations of the plug singing softly. “I see a sissy bitch mistress, her name is Yeliza.” He smiled to himself. His reflection showed the slutty whore he longed to be. He had been totally controlled, totally fucked, totally hers and it was very, very enjoyable.

“And don’t you fucking forget it bitch!” She said as she slapped his ass.

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You’re My Bitch Now Ch. 09

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Rick had confessed everything to Chris, who hadn’t stopped saying sorry for leaving him alone. Chris dragged him back to the flat where Rick collapsed onto the sofa. Chris wrapped his arms around him and tried to get him to calm down. What Scott had done to him freaked Rick out, and it felt good to have Chris hold him tight until he got himself back under control. Chris kept apologising and Rick told him to stop. It wasn’t his fault he said, he’d been so star struck and Scott had just taken advantage of that. Calmer now, he said goodnight to Chris and stumbled to his room.

He lay in bed for a long time, unable to sleep, his mind thrashing around trying to understand how he felt. It had been stupid to go along with Scott, but he had felt so excited, and yet still ashamed. He must have drifted off to sleep, waking only when his alarm dragged him back to consciousness at 6.30. It was far too early, but he didn’t want to be late for Rhona. He showered and hesitated for a moment before sighing and pulling on a pair of his new panties. Rick loved the feeling as the soft material slid up his legs before settling around his little cock and balls.

Packing his overnight bag his fingers trembled as he picked up the purple bra and panties, together with the suspender belt and stockings which Rhona had told him to bring. He stroked the soft, lacy material and immediately his cock started to harden. He closed his eyes and for the umpteenth time asked himself what was happening to him. He felt like a moth being drawn towards the light, powerless to resist. He shivered as he tried to imagine Rhona had in store for him. It scared him for sure, but he couldn’t deny he was excited as well.

He arrived early at Euston Station, so he bought himself a coffee and sat down to check his e-mails. There was one from an address he didn’t recognise entitled Were you happy with what you bought? Intrigued, he opened it to see it was from the store where he had bought his lingerie yesterday. The colour rose to his cheeks as he recalled the embarrassment he had endured, but he also remembered how sweet the girl there had been.

Hi Rick. It’s Alice from the store. You bought some lovely lingerie from me yesterday. I wanted to ask if everything was all right with what you bought? Did it all fit OK? Let me know if there’s anything you’re not happy with. I really enjoyed serving you. It’s rare that I get to help someone as sweet as you. I hope you don’t mind me saying this, and I don’t do this with all my customers, but would you like to meet for a coffee sometime. Would that be possible? If it isn’t, don’t worry. But, if you do, call me on the number I gave you.

XXX Alice.

He stared at the screen, not quite able to believe what he was reading, his face reddening as it was obvious she had known it was all for him. But, she wanted to meet him? Was this some kind of joke? He was trying to make sense of what she had written when he saw Rhona walking across the station concourse. Rick slammed down the lid on his laptop, picked up his bag and hurried after her. He caught up with her at the barrier and she smiled when she saw him.

“Good morning, Rick. Let’s get on board, shall we?”

At least she seemed to be in a better mood than yesterday. She nodded to her bag, and it was obvious she meant him to carry it for her. It was one of those bags with wheels, so Rick carried his own bag and pulled Rhona’s behind him. Their carriage was at the front of the train and it impressed Rick to see they were in First-Class. Rhona went straight in, leaving Rick to struggle in with both their bags. He put both bags up on the rack and sat down to find Rhona looking quizzically at him.

“You look tired, Rick. Rough night?”

“No, no. I didn’t sleep that well.”

He couldn’t keep eye contact with her as he recalled what had happened to him last night.

“Listen carefully to me, Rick. I need you on your A game today. We have a long day ahead. There’s a lot of cleaning up we need to do, and the fucking idiots we employ up there have made it worse. I can’t have you moping around half asleep, don’t let me down.”

“I won’t Rhona, I promise.”

They spent the journey going over what they needed to do when they arrived and Rhona tasked him with some complex problem solving. He knew he could handle it, so long as he could focus. Somehow, the panties he was wearing had worked up the crack in his bum and he couldn’t get comfortable. Rhona noticed he was squirming around in his seat.

“What the fuck’s up with you? You’re driving me crazy twitching around. What’s the matter?”

Rick went bright red, “Nothing, I’m all right.”

He stopped for a moment but it wasn’t long before he started to jiffle around again.

“Rick, what’s the problem? You look like you’ve got your panties in a… Oh, so that’s what it is.” She smirked at him and Rick went even brighter red.

“Go and sort yourself out, for God’s sake.”

Rick scuttled down the carriage to the toilet, rearranged istanbul travesti his panties and not for the first time wondered what he had ever done to deserve this. When he got back to his seat, breakfast was being served which saved him from any more comments from Rhona. It was bad enough she spent the entire time smirking at him. He ate his food, looking out the window as much as he could to avoid her eyes.

“Rick, look at me.”

He dragged his eyes away from the view and looked at her.

“Did you bring what I asked you to?”

He nodded, unable to speak.

“That’s good, we will have such a lovely time together, after we finish work.” he shivered as he tried to imagine what she meant.

It wasn’t long before the train pulled into Manchester Piccadilly and they grabbed a taxi to go to the offices. Once there, it was clear to Rick that Rhona’s reputation had gone ahead of her as the guys in IT seemed terrified of her. One guy tried to stand up to her and Rick saw her eyes flash. Rick jumped in and suggested a solution which seemed to calm the situation. Rhona glared at Rick, and he wondered if he would pay for that later.

The day flew past and Rick and Rhona were checking off the list of tasks they needed to do. By 7 o’clock, the rest of the team had long gone, leaving Rhona and Rick on their own. “Just as well,” Rhona had muttered when they left, “They’re a bloody useless bunch of wankers. Come on Rick, let’s pack it in for tonight. We’re well ahead so if we get an early start tomorrow we’ll be on our way back to civilisation early.”

Seeing the puzzled look on Rick’s face, she laughed, “I mean London, not this sad excuse for a city Although it has its attractions as we’re going to find out sweetie. By the way, remember when you jumped in to stop me chewing that idiot out?”

“Er, yes.”

“Well, it was the right suggestion, well done.”

Rick sensed there was a but coming.

“Just never do it again, you understand. I wanted to teach him a lesson, you got in my way.” She winked at him, “I may have to punish you a little for that.”

Rick’s face dropped. Rhona reached over and stroked his face, “But I promise you’ll enjoy it. Now, come on, we’ll drop our bags at the hotel and hit the town.”

Rick groaned to himself, all he wanted to do was to sleep. Rhona left him to pull her bag out to the front of the office where she hailed a taxi. It didn’t take them long to get to the hotel where Rhonda left him to pay the taxi as she strode into reception telling him she would check them both in. Rick wheeled in her bag, flopped onto a chair and watched as there seemed to be a heated discussion going on between Rhonda and the receptionist. She turned and walked back to him and he knew something was wrong.

“There’s been a balls-up with the reservation. They have us down for one room, not two. There isn’t another room available in the hotel as there’s some fucking huge convention in town. It’s one room or nothing. So, I said yes, we would share.”

Rick’s heart sank like a stone. Share a room with Rhona? She had to be joking.

“Isn’t there something they can do?” He squeaked.

She gave him one of her looks, “No, I told you there is only one room. Every hotel in the city is full tonight. You won’t mind, will you? It’s got single beds. I won’t tell anyone if that’s what you’re worried about.”

That was the least of his worries, thought Rick, but there didn’t seem to be any alternative, so he nodded meekly and followed Rhona over to the lifts. Rhona opened the door to the room and stood back to let Rick take in the bags. He stopped dead as he saw the double bed.

He turned round to Rhona, “But, you said it had two single beds.”

“Did I? Well, they must have made a mistake. Still, it will be all right, won’t it? It’s just us girls here.”

Rick flushed and thought he had to stop this now.

“Look, sharing a room is one thing, but we can’t share a bed.”

Rhona stood right in front of Rick and looked down at him. “Listen, let’s get one thing straight right now. You will do what I tell you, my little princess, or you will regret it. Is that clear?”

Rick’s heart fluttered and his courage slipped away as he stared into Rhona’s eyes. He couldn’t maintain the eye contact and as his eyes dropped downwards, Rhona knew she had won.

“Come on, princess, let’s unpack and then get something to eat.”

Rick wanted to tell her to stop calling him that but the look in her eyes put paid to that. He put his bag on the bed and unzipped it, Rhona’s scent filling his nostrils as she stood beside him and she chuckled as she saw the lingerie peeking out from his open bag. Before he could stop her, she slid her hand inside the bag and pulled out the bra and panties. His face burnt as she held them up in front of him.

“Oh yes, my little girl, so pretty. These will do very nicely tonight. I see you’ve got a matching suspender belt and stockings. I want you to anadolu yakası travestileri wear all these when we go out under your clothes.”

For one desperate moment Rick thought he could make a run for it, but Rhona stroked his face with her fingers and he felt his tummy flip.

“Rick, you know you want to wear these, don’t you? After all, you did bring them with you, didn’t you? You could have left them behind, but you put them in your bag by yourself, so I think you really want to wear them. Come on, sweetie, we will have lots of fun tonight, I promise you. You will have the time of your life. Now while I’m freshening up in the bathroom, I want you to get changed into that pretty lingerie.”

She leant forward and lightly brushed her lips across his. He opened his eyes wide and a jolt like an electric shock surged through him. Rhona walked across to the bathroom and before closing the door, turned and smiled. “Don’t worry honey, we’re going to have a great time tonight.”

Rick’s heart was hammering in his chest. What was he going to do? He knew he should leave, catch a train or something back to London. But his legs would not move. Staring at the bathroom door, he wondered not for the first time how he had got himself into this situation. What Rhona had said terrified him. But buried in that terror was an excitement which made his head spin. He had never felt like this before and he didn’t know how to cope with it. She made him feel weak and submissive, but deep down he knew that was what he craved. All he wanted to do was to please her.

Sucking in a deep breath, he held it until he felt dizzy before blowing out his cheeks and unzipping his jeans.

***

Rhona smiled to herself as she got herself ready in the bathroom. She could imagine the conflict raging in his mind. She could tell he was a natural submissive and there would be a fight between that part of him and the remaining vestige of his resistance. She was betting his desire to follow and submit would win over his fast fading pride. He wanted to be led, and he wanted to feel that he belonged to someone. He had been waiting for someone like her all his life; he just hadn’t realised it. She chuckled to herself as she thought he didn’t know it yet, but by the end of the night he would be doing everything she told him. He really was a pretty little thing. There was a little resistance left in him, but she knew that with a little more persuasion she would drive that out of him. Her pussy tingled with the thought of what she would be getting him to do later on, and she gave herself a stroke with her fingers and thought about bringing herself to a climax. She told herself that would be a waste with what she would achieve later on if everything went to plan.

By the way Rick looked this morning she knew something had happened last night to him, but she wasn’t that interested. She was, however, curious about the roommate. Chris, that was his name. It was pretty clear they were together, but in what way she didn’t know. Rick was so submissive she guessed Chris would be the top. She wondered if they had fucked. It would be fun to get them together and play with both of them. Her pussy was now wet, and she had to force herself not to use her fingers, put on her coat as well as the fuck me heels she had packed. She reapplied her lipstick, then shrugged on her coat and went out to see Rick.

She had to choke back a laugh as she saw the look on his face. He was so nervous, but Rhona guessed he had done what she told him. She kissed him on the lips and he allowed her tongue to take control of his mouth. She ran her hands over his back and found the bra strap under his shirt. She stood back and spun him round. She took the pink collar from her pocket and slipped it around his neck before he knew what was happening.

“What have you done?” His voice gave away his fear, and she calmed him down a little by stroking his shoulders.

“Sssh, it’s nothing to worry about. It looks so pretty on you. Here, take a look.”

She swung him round to face the mirror, and she looked over as his shoulder as his fingers touched the collar. His eyes were wide as he looked back at her in the mirror.

“Why did you do this? I can’t go out wearing this.” He was practically begging her by now.

“Don’t be so uptight, I think it looks nice and it will remind you that you’re mine.”

She felt him shiver as she said the words but he didn’t resist. Whatever was left of his will was now slipping away and she was nearly there. Rhona shushed him out of the door and Rick nervously peered around to see if anyone was looking.

“Come on, you silly girl, let’s get going.”

Every time she called him that, or Princess, his tummy made a little flip and he felt almost giddy. Rhona pushed him out of the door and Rick scurried along the corridor terrified he would meet someone. He kept putting his hands to the collar around his neck and istanbul travesti Rhona slapped his backside.

“Stop it, you little tart. It draws attention to you.”

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere you will love, I promise.” She squeezed his backside and he squealed, making a couple walking past look over and Rick blushed scarlet as they smirked at him. Rhona took his hand and led him past the bars and clubs along Canal Street until she reached an alleyway you might have missed altogether. She gripped Rick by the elbow and almost frogmarched him down the narrow alley until they reached an anonymous door. She rapped on the door, took a step back and looked up at something above the door. Rick followed her eyes towards a small red LED and he it was a camera pointing straight at them. The door opened halfway and Rick had to squint into the bright light.

“Rhona, long time no see. You are a sight for sore eyes.” Rick couldn’t see who was speaking, but the voice was raspy, as if they had smoked too many cigarettes. Rick glanced at Rhona. It was obvious she was no stranger here.

“Genevieve, shut up and just let us in.”

A throaty laugh came from behind the door. “Always the charmer. One day I’ll shut the door in your face.”

Rhona smiled, “Won’t ever happen. You love me too much.”

Genevieve snorted, but the door opened and Rick immediately thought it was a man in a tuxedo who had opened the door. A closer look made him realise it was a woman in drag. Her short blonde hair had been slicked back into a man’s style and whilst the tux made her look masculine, Rick felt a stirring in his groin and he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“Who’s your pretty little friend?” Genevieve looked at Rick with undisguised interest.

“She’s mine,” said Rhona, in a ‘keep your hands off’ tone of voice. Rick blushed at what Genevieve had said.

“Ohh, she’s so sweet. Are you sure I can’t play with her?”

“No, she’s taken. Who’s in tonight?”

“It’s quiet so far. You looking for anyone in particular?” Genevieve was still looking hungrily at Rick and he tried to hide behind Rhona.

“Not really, is the playroom open?”

Genevieve nodded at Rick. “Her first time?”

“Yes, she has to learn.” Rhona pushed Rick in front of her and Genevieve leant forward close to Rick’s face and said “Boo!”

Rick squealed and jumped backwards. “Stop it, Genevieve. Now let us in.”

“OK, but if you get bored with her, let me have a go.”

“Not going to happen.” Rhona pushed Rick through the door and into a small hallway. Rick’s mind was spinning with what he had heard. What would happen in here? What did Genevieve mean about giving her a go? What was the playroom? Rhona pushed him through a bead curtain into what looked like a bar. It was dimly lit and Rick could only make out the shapes of people in the shadows. He heard a slap followed by a girlish voice giggling. From another corner someone moaned “Ohhhhhhh.”

Rhona opened another door and pushed Rick inside. He stumbled and almost fell, but as he straightened up, he saw an Asian woman in the middle of the room spotlit from above. Her naked body glistened in the lights as she stood over a chubby white man lying prostrate on the floor, her feet either side of his head. She smiled as she saw Rhona.

“Hi, how you been, bitch?”

“It’s good to see you again, slut.”

Rick stood transfixed by the scene as Rhona walked across to the girl and kissed her on the mouth. Rick’s mouth dropped open and his cock twitched in his panties. Rhona cupped the girl’s breasts in her hands.

“Later, babe.” The girl giggled. “This miserable piece of shit wants to eat me.”

The girl squatted down on her haunches over the man’s face and Rick saw his tongue flick out to touch her pussy. Rick’s cock stiffened even more as the man began energetically licking the girl’s glistening pussy lips, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him. The man’s cock was hard and pointing straight up as the girl bounced on his face and he gasped as she slapped him hard on his erection.

“Shut up and make me cum, you useless worm.” She sat down on his face and Rick thought she would suffocate him, but she raised herself and he gulped in a lungful of air.

“Keep licking my pussy.” She barked at him and Rick could see the man’s tongue flicking against her pink pussy. His hand crept down to his groin and rubbed his cock which was now painfully hard. Rhona slapped his hand away and Rick turned to look at her and his mouth dropped open at what he saw. She had taken off her coat as he had been the couple to reveal a red basque and panties with sheer black stockings. He trembled and felt dizzy as he watched her pull her hair back into a ponytail.

“What is going on?” he mumbled. Rhona glared at him.

“Princess, in the playroom you will call me mistress. Do you understand?”

Rick’s pulse raced, and he thought he would faint. He knew he had lost any control of what was happening. He had fallen under Rhona’s spell and it was too late to back out now.

“Wake up. I asked you if you understood?”

Rick nodded, his tongue thick inside his mouth.

“I want you to say it, princess.”

“Er, yes, I mean mistress.” His voice was thick with fear and, he realised with a shiver, excitement.

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Laney and Marcus had been dating for a couple of months. She was sure he ‘could’ be the one. He was tall, attractive, smart, and had a really nice cock. She was submissive, but not nearly as into the whole idea as he. Her giving in was as much to please him as to please herself. He was awesome in bed, but when he was in ‘dom’ mode, he was amazing! He was in it for the sex at first. Her body was perfect. She had been a cheerleader all through high school and college. Thick strong legs, tight round ass, and breasts that were not too large but well ample enough to provide the best titty fuck he ever had. And she was sub. Could she be the one? Tonight he would push her to the edge and see what she was really into.

On the eve of their 2 month anniversary both had planned a little suprise for the other. Laney bought a bottle of wine and was cooking dinner at her place. Marcus had someting much more intense in mind.

He was late, 15 minutes as always. Dressed to kill in a black suit cut just right to show his body off. She wore istanbul travesti the mini and low cut top from their first date. Both had ended up on the floor at the edge of his bed. Their first date lasted 3 days. During dinner he commanded her attention and she knew his ‘dom’ was in full force. Next came some slow dancing to ‘their’ song. As the song ended they begin to kiss. Soft and slow at first then deep and long. He flung her back onto the bed and she could feel him growing against her. Her breath quickened as his fingers found her sweet pussy. Into her ear he whispered ‘your mine. only mine’ and she moaned ‘yes sir’ in response. Minutes passed like seconds as her pulse raced thinking of him inside her. Clothing flung from all sides surrounded them as he pressed the tip inside. She was soaked. Moaning more loudly ‘fuck me…sir’ she ached for his cock. Marcus firmly covered her eyes with his hands and brunted into her ear ‘you do what I ask and I won’t hurt you’ again and again. He was sliding into her slowly şişli travesti with each deep breath she took. ‘I won’t hurt you Laney’ ‘not unless you make me hurt you’ She squeezed her nipples just the way he liked to see her. They were hard and she felt each pinch tingle through her pussy.

The next few moments were an intense mixture of terror and excitement that she will never forget.

His hand grasped her neck. So tightly her breath was nearly cut off. The force of his thrust a deep, hard pounding. “ahhhgg’ she gasped as he repeated ‘i wont hurt you’ and thrust his cock inside her with more and more force.

Blood pulsed in her veins as if pressing against a wall with no release. She could not cry out. She could not break free. His thrusts quickened. Her body never lost the sensation of him but her mind drifted into a lifetime of endings to this night. Terror gripped her fully for a brief moment and she almost passed out. She was soaking wet he could her it each bakırköy travesti time he thrust.

His voice was quivering. She knew that sound well. He spoke differently when he was holding back. When he needed to cum. When he would not allow himself to. She realized suddenly that she was going to cum. Her hips were moving into him with each thrust… of their own will. His hand grew tight around her neck cutting off all breath.

Something was spinning. Was it the room? Her head? Her body? Flashes of light streaked across the room in her eyes. She wanted to explode with every ounce of her being.

She could feel him throbbing inside her. He was going to cum.

His grip fell away. She took in one deep breath that her body could not get quickly enough for the moan she let out as she came again and again. “Oh godddd!” “Oh my GOD!!!!” she cried. He released inside her with such force most of his cum oozed from her pussy and onto her thighs.

Breathing faster she began to see again. He was smiling. Biting his lower lip holding back so he could listen to her cum. ‘Oh my god…’ she cried. Tears streaming down onto her cheeks. Her body spent with the orgasms that had exploded through her. All she could manage before she passed out was…

one…

soft…

‘I think I love you Marcus…’

gasp…

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Womanhood for Jenny Ch. 02

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NOTE — This is a work of fiction, intended only for the entertainment of adult readers.

*

Despite the discomfort of her ‘boob-job,’ and the other surgeries, jenny had enjoyed their Caribbean ‘vacation.’ During the drive from the airport, she was impatient to show her friends the ‘new jenny,’ but felt the weariness of the return trip. She was happy when Master Charles pulled into their own driveway. It was good to be home.

Unbuckling the seatbelt, jenny watched the shoulder belt drag across her wonderful new D-cup breast as it retracted. Each contact with her new boobs gave a quiver of delight. It would take a while before she was really used to them.

As a TG pain-slut, jenny had always dreamed of getting implants, but figured it was impossible. Then, just a short month ago, Master had announced He was taking her to the Caribbean for implants and some other ‘Improvements.’ Their close friend, Doctor Deb, a sadistic lesbian who had enjoyed the pleasure jenny’s body could afford, had ‘done the deed’ at the small, well-equipped hospital in the islands where she owned a vacation villa.

Always the perfect gentleman in public, Master opened her door and extended a hand to assist jenny from the car. Walking to the front door, jenny still marveled at the feeling of the large breasts slightly bouncing and jiggling in the new bra. Every time she moved, she was conscious of the added weight to her chest, and her back muscles were still adjusting to the forward additions.

Turning to smile at Master Charles as she went through the doorway, she scraped a boob against the door frame, wincing in anticipated pain. But there really wasn’t much residual pain from the operation. The incisions were healing nicely. There was some dull ache as her own tissues stretched to accommodate the implants, but truly that was all. After the short hospital stay required by the other surgeries Master had ordered, jenny only took the pain pills for a couple of days recuperating at Doctor Deb’s villa. She was already thinking how marvelous it would be to return to that sand-and-sun paradise next year, to wear a well filled bikini in public, to sun bathe in the nude, to – .

“Are you going to stand there rubbing your tits in the doorway like the neighborhood tramp or are we going in?” Master Charles laughed as he swatted her ass hard enough to break her reverie.

“Oh sorry, Master, I was day-dreaming about going back to the islands with my new boobies, and…,” jenny’s laugh matched His. She thought how lucky she was to have such a strong, caring man who could accept and love a TG pain-pig like her. A broad smile lit her face as she realized that between the implants and the other surgeries ‘down there,’ she wasn’t a TG she-male any longer, but a card-carrying woman, the bitch she was always destined to be. This fantastic man had made all her dreams possible.

“I think I’d like to lie down for a short rest before I unpack, Master, it that’s alright with You,” jenny said.

His arms engulfed her in a tit mashing hug and deep kiss that made her knees weak. “Of course, baby,” Charles softly said. “I’ll order some pizza or Chinese for supper so you don’t have to cook tonight.”

“Uh-uh, Chinese would be nice, Master. The island food was fantastic, but I’ve missed having Chinese,” jenny answered.

Another kiss as His fingers tweaked her aroused nipples through dress and bra, and He sent her to the bedroom.

After bringing their luggage and souvenirs in from the car, He turned on the computer. Waiting for it to download all the E-mails from the law office, Charles mused about how His relationship with jenny had evolved over the years.An on-line meeting, many E-mails, pics, and IM’s, then after that first motel room rendezvous, they began meeting regularly for sex. From their first E-mails both had been totally honest and crystal clear on what they sought. Seeking a true pain-slut, Charles hadn’t really considered a T-girl, but jenny’s pics and listed experience, preferences, and eagerness fit His needs so well that He began the E-mails that lead to that first meeting. The rest ‘was history.’ Laughing at the cliché, He recalled some of their more memorable sessions, then with a head-shake realized that they all were memorable. That was part of why He loved jenny. Her submission was genuine and total, the perfect submissive woman for Him. And now she was physically and legally a woman. From that first motel room session, their love had grown. After two frantic months of afternoon assignations, He had asked her to move into the house and become His exclusive bitch.. She instantly agreed. Over the past five years, living as husband and wife, they were closer than most married couples, and the relationship flourished. Jenny dressed female 24/7. Even though His friends knew or guessed her genetic sex, she was accepted as His live-in mistress due to His standing in the local legal community. With focused effort, jenny dressed, acted, and thought of herself as female. Now with the boob-job, istanbul travesti castration, and modifications to her labia and clit, jenny was legally a woman.

During her surgery, He had sat in the waiting room musing on their relationship, past and future. Charles had decided the time was right for His marriage proposal when they returned to the States. He also began outlining the series of body piercings He wanted for her, and made a mental note to discuss the mechanics of branding with Doctor Deb later on.

Setting her purse on the dresser, jenny headed for the bathroom. Hiking up her skirt, she had to unhook all six garters before she could roll up the girdle’s hem to pull the panties down to her knees. Sitting to pee had become instinctive over the past five years, but her “clit and lip tuck,” as Doctor Deb called it, had added a new wrinkle to her feminization process. ‘Wrinkle,’ she laughed out loud at the thought. After the castration, the empty scrotum was split and sewn up and around the suture-shortened penile shaft. Master had been right, as always, it did look like true labia with the fat clit tip peeking out. So now, the pee angle was totally unpredictable. To avoid soaking the floor, her shoes and stockings and anything nearby, jenny had to use the palm of one hand as a ‘piss shield’ to deflect the spray. With her free hand, she used toilet paper to mostly dry the dripping hand, then dried her slit in the ageless manner, front-to-back. With the panties hobbling her knees, she waddled to the vanity and washed her hands.

“Well, girl,” she told the busty reflection in the mirror as she dried her hands,” you wanted to be a woman. This will be a daily reminder that you got your wish, humiliation and all.”

She cupped her luscious new breasts with a tired smile.

Back in the bedroom, hanging up her dress and kicking off her heels, jenny lay down with a low sigh. Her thoughts mirrored Charles’. She could recall in vivid detail the various tortures she had experienced under His expert hand, and the pleasure she had been able to give Him. With Master, jenny had been able to live, serve, and suffer as a woman, but now, thanks to this amazing man, she really and truly was a woman for all time. As her eyes closed, she hoped Master would use her soon. She had missed the joys of the ‘play-room’ downstairs.

“Dinner’s on the table, sleepyhead.”

“Uh, oh Master, I must have dozed off. I’m sorry.”

Getting up quickly, jenny slipped on her high heels and reached for her dress.

“Don’t bother with the dress tonight,” Charles told her. “I’d like to see you across the table just as you are, so I can admire your new tits.”

“As my Master wishes,” jenny curtsied sans skirt.

She was famished, the food excellent as always, Chopsticks flying, she deftly devoured the meal. All their table-talk was about the trip.

While jenny cleared the dinner debris, Charles mixed them drinks, bringing the bourbon bottle back to the table.

Raising His glass, He said, “A toast! To the finest woman in the world, the perfect pain-slut!”

Daintily clinking glasses, jenny replied, “I do want to be the perfect woman for You, Master. You have made me the happiest slut ever!”

“Now that you now are legally a woman, jenny, will you marry me?” Charles asked in a low, serious tone.

Coming around the table to fall to her knees beside Him, jenny whispered, “Oh Master! Really? You really want to marry me? To be Your — wife?”

“Yes, I do,” Charles answered, standing up and lifting the shaking woman to Him.

Sobbing happily, jenny ravenously returned His deep kisses, holding Him as tightly as she could. Breaking apart to breathe, they both laughed.

“Y-Y-You know You don’t have to marry me, Master. I will serve You totally as long as You want me anyway,” jenny hesitantly whispered, afraid He might change His mind.

“I know that jenny. That’s only part of why I want you legally as my wife,” He told her. “Over the years, our relationship has evolved and deepened. You silly bitch, I love you.”

Dropping to her knees again, jenny looked up through fresh tears of joy, “Yes, Sir! Oh yes, a thousand times, yes, Master! You have made me the happiest and luckiest woman alive! There aren’t words for the honor You have given me, Master! Of course I accept!”

Chuckling, He again drew her to her feet. “Well then, in addition to showing off your new tits to your girlfriends, you’ve got a wedding to plan.”

With a devilish smile, jenny asked, “To celebrate our engagement, c-c-could we go ‘downstairs’? I know I’m not 100 percent yet, but I just have to show my gratitude and love, if You want to, Sir.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” He replied, taking a long swallow of His drink and offering her glass with His free hand.

“Let’s make this a night to remember!” jenny exclaimed, draining her drink and refilling it half full of straight bourbon. “I want to fuck and suck until Your magnificent balls kadıköy travesti are drained dry!”

Basking in her exuberance, Charles had to slow her down, but jenny was tipsy by the time He helped her down the stairs to their dungeon.

“Since its your engagement, sweet, why don’t you decide what you’d like tonight.” He offered.

“Really, Master? ” As a true sub-slut, jenny had difficulty accepting such a radical idea.

Assured He was serious, jenny gathered up various whips, clamps, and even the dreaded fiberglass cane.

“I’ve got a buzz from the whiskey, Master, so You’ll have to whip me hard,” she laughed, shedding her bra and draping herself on the exam table. “Please put me up in the stirrups with my arms back over my head, Master, there’s something new I read about I’d sort of like to try, and no gag tonight, Master, please, so I can scream for Your pleasure.”

“As you wish, my lady. Your Master will obey.”

They both laughed. That was part of what made their relationship work so perfectly: Their S and M activities were core principles in their life together. Still, they could laugh and appreciate the incongruities when reality met ‘lifestyle.’

Buckling the restraints tight, He swung the stirrups up and back until she was splayed properly

His quizzical look spurred her on. “Let me tell You everything before You begin, Master. That way I won’t forget when I start screaming,” she said, gyrating her hips as seductively as the straps allowed. “Give me the clamps with teeth and the ‘titty-twister’ with a rope I can pull on. Then please use the thin leather whip on my breasts and then on my armpits — I read about that in a porn novel once. Use the inflatable dildo in my ‘pussy,’ then the cane on my thighs the way You like best, then cane my mound. I could deep throat You while You do that, if You’d like. And if You could welt my ass and the back of my legs with the cane, and then I’d love You to finish me doggy style, on my knees, hard and deep.” She was breathless after her recitation.

“Is that all? What about the clowns on unicycles and the camel on roller-skates?” He teased.

Smiling away His joke, she added, “I think You could try a tit-fuck too after You whip them, if You want, then You would get all the possibilities Your bride-to-be can offer her Master’s glorious cock.”

Stripping off His shirt, Charles picked up the thin cat-o-nine and began on her breasts. It had been a long time since He’d flogged tits that jiggled with each lash. Swinging harder and harder, He was soon rewarded by jenny’s wildly thrashing head and vocals.

“Oh-oh, oh, oh yes Master, yes, oh mark Your bitch, oh, oh, harder, pleeease, oh yes, Master, make this slut scream her love for You…”

Charles surveyed the network of beautiful red lines crisscrossed jenny’s new boobs. Her tears already streaked her makeup, and the evening was just beginning. The sincerity of her submission and the depth of their love drove Him on. She would have her engagement evening to remember.

Her hungry mouth wet the inflatable dildo when He offered it. While jenny much preferred His cock in her mouth, she did like the humiliation of lubing a dildo with saliva before it was inserted. Less slick than commercial lubes, she loved the greater friction and difficult insertion her saliva guaranteed.

When she had the toy as sloppy wet as possible, Charles shouldered His way between her spread knees and centering the tip, shoved the unforgiving hard core of the inflatable in with one thrust. Hips retreating helplessly against the restraints, jenny tried to minimize the brutal insertion. Even as she squealed, the bruising pain filled her need as perfectly as the thick rod filled her ass.. As Master Charles slowly inflated the rubber cock, jenny’s moans and squeals rose in intensity and volume, matching the intruder’s growth. When He judged she was indeed ‘filled,’ Charles gave the inflator bulb two more quick squeezes. Screaming, jenny was sure her hole was going to explode.

Straddling her head, He leaned in to ream her throat full depth. Plying the whip on her armpits, His cock benefited from her screams and cries, synchronizing whip and thrusts.

Even though she had begged for it, jenny was surprised by both the intimacy and intensity of the armpit whipping. As she writhed in agony, Charles began alternating between her armpits and breasts, swinging ever harder as He neared release. At last, a deluge of cum flooded jenny’s ravished throat and she swallowed rapidly to avoid choking. Draining the last drops, her throat and mouth were liberally coated with the sticky fluid, one of her favorite feelings.

Climbing off her well-fucked face, Charles twisted the valve, rapidly deflating the ass stretcher. Before the ’empty’ feeling could register, jenny began moaning and crying as He welted her spread thighs with the cane. Every four or five strokes, Charles gave the inflator bulb a squeeze. Once her hole anadolu yakası travesti was filled again to bursting, He deflated the cock and resumed the caning. After several ‘pump and cane’ cycles, jenny’s thighs had absorbed nearly fifty cane strokes. Pumping the toy up to its max again, He heard her full-throated scream when He added two more rapid squeezes. Her head came up off the table. She saw the cane impact her firm, shaved mound with more a thud than the splat made by her fleshier thighs.. But lordy, it hurt!

When her mound sported welts, Master stopped long enough to attach the nipple clamps. As He resumed punishing her bruised thighs, her whole body shuddered with the pain of each strike. Watching her breasts quiver and shake the biting clamps, His cock soon regained strength.

Coating His erection with a squirt of lube from the dispenser, He climbed up to straddle her chest. Grabbing two healthy handfuls of boob, He squeezed them against His thrusting cock. Mauling her clamped melons, Master Charles gave jenny an agonizing tit-fuck. Egged on by her gutter-whore vocabulary, it wasn’t long before pearls of thick cum dotted her face and hung off her chin. As He shifted, she opened her mouth wide to clean the lube and salty goo from Him.

“Thank You, Master, thank You for using Your slut so well,” jenny blubbered. Most of the words came out as gibberish around the cock and balls filling her mouth, but from experience, He knew what she was saying and smiled down on her.

Leaving the nipple clamps in place, He unbuckled her restraints and helped her off the exam table. Turning her around by her narrowed waist, He saw her anus grotesquely stretched by the inflatable. With a smile, He realized what avenue her training would follow at least up to the wedding: full-time cunt work including daily use of plugs, dildos and speculums so she would be instantly open for Him to fuck, on demand, without any preliminaries. A glimmer of an idea for yet another novel piercing lit His face. Yes, His new bride had a rough training schedule ahead.

Facing her, He watched her try to hide the grimace as the skirt clip gripped and twisted a nipple. She bit her lip and moaned as the other one was also twisted and attached. Wrist bands were hooked together and snapped to the thick D ring on the back of her collar.

Standing upright allowed the huge cock to put constant pressure on her G-spot/prostate. Pumped up this large, the pressure was mostly pain, with little pleasure. Pain-pig that she was, jenny was grateful when Master Charles put a rope loop on the skirt hanger and dropped the rope to the floor, ordering jenny to straddle it. The rope was threaded under the arch of one of her high heels. As Charles pulled up on the rope, jenny bent forward at the waist to accommodate the strain on her tits. The deflating dildo drew a drawn out moan from her, followed by a yelp when He yanked the ass-stretcher out. Before her gaping hole could even begin closing, His gloved and lubed hand slithered in fairly easily. Shuddering from the unexpected insertion, jenny screamed but held position. Anchored by the forearm filling her rectum and the roped clamps on her nipples, jenny stood as motionless as possible for the agonizing fisting. With little preparation and no warning, she struggled to control the pain assaulting her ‘cunt.’ True, the inflatable had stretched her internally, but its swift removal had done little to dilate her poor orifice. Feeling as though she were being ripped apart, jenny tried vainly to bend farther forward to ease some of the frightful pull on her tits, but Master was a step ahead, as always. He tightened the rope to her clamps, bending her over ever farther. When she bent more to ease the strain, He took up the slack and then some. She could feel the rope against the arch of her pump, but since it went under only one shoe, the stress was lopsided and pulled her over at a side slant, keeping the pain unbalanced, another of Master’s refined cruelties.

Once He was satisfied with pummeling her G-spot into quivering jelly, Charles slowly withdrew His forearm, leaving a gaping hole and gasping bitch. Pulling the tit rope tighter yet, He used the cane directly on her pulsing ‘cunt.’ From jenny’s shrieks and hobbling steps inching forward to escape the awful pain, it must really hurt, He thought, I’ve got to remember this one. Master Charles let her continue her journey of agony, but subtly guided her back to the exam table until her head and shoulders could rest on the edge. Then, dropping the cane, He pulled even harder on the clamp rope. Jenny’s shsriek filled the room and caused her anus to push open toward His engorged cock poised to impale it. Her abused ‘cunt’ was so grateful the caning was over that she accommodated His cock with nary a sound. As she adjusted to the pain from her nipples, jenny began rocking her hips back to meet His powerful lunges. Barnyard squeals telegraphed her rising excitement.\

Reaching His final peak, Charles leaned in full depth, gripped her hips, and exploded with a groan. Although she willed her reamed and beaten sphincter to tighten and milk Master’s cock, the used muscles were beyond responding. Tears of frustration mixed with those of pain as jenny realized she had been a ‘limp dish-rag’ fuck, not promising for an aspiring bride, not promising at all.

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The girl was awoken from her sleep by two guards. One issued a sharp command, “Up!” and she immediately obeyed. The other guard hastily attached a chain to her slave collar and jerked it sharply so she immediately followed.

She was naked save for her slave collar, padding barefoot behind the guards as they entered the hallway and approached the stairs. The girl had never been up these stairs and knew not what was awaiting her, she anxiously followed, not daring to speak, as her feet touched the cool stairs. The two guards led her along a corridor, occasionally jerking the leash so she followed dutifully.

They stopped. One guard opened the door and flung her into the room. She was greeted by a lavish bedroom, obviously the Masters bed chamber, she looked around at the fine things in the room, the sweet smells, her attention was drawn to a black satin futon bed on the floor, a single rope hanging over its centre.

One guard snapped his fingers and issued another short command. “kneel” pointing at the futon bed.

She knelt feeling the crisp satin sheet on her knees, the guard gripped her wrists and pulled them up as the other bound her wrists with the rope, she was left stretched but on her knees, her nipples rising as she felt the subtle joy as her wrists were bound, humiliated by being naked in the presence of these simple soldiers. She could smell the leather of their uniforms, her slave heat began to build.

The two guards unclipped slave whips from their belts, she looked up at both of them, half pleading and half lustful, knowing she would secretly enjoy being whipped by these men. But why had she been brought here to be whipped, normally a girl was flogged at the whipping post in the courtyard. She was puzzled, panting already as she knew that she must have been brought here to be punished.

She gulped surprise as the two guards retreated behind her. She was left there kneeling, prickling with anticipation, feeling the guards eyes on her. She closed her eyes istanbul travesti and waited for the lashes.

Her eyes flicked open as she heard the door open, the master strode through it, she saw his black leather boots and trousers stride past and walk over to a small bath room. She tried to see what the master was doing; she could not but could hear him undressing. She heard the items of his uniform slip off and fall on the floor. Moments later the Master appeared. She risked daring to look up and was greeted by the sight of the Master, wearing a wrap around Kimono, his powerful body clothed by the sheer cloth. She felt her heart begin to pound, becoming moist and gasping softly as the Master slowly strode towards her.

He stood in front of her now, Tall, powerful, she felt the excitement of her submission as she knelt bound before him. Her erect nipples brushed against the coolness of his kimono, she could smell his sweet musk, and she felt like she was becoming drunk on his presence. He stood for a time, looking down at her, she peered up, excited and fearful, wondering what would happen next…… Without a word, the Master slipped away his belt, the Kimono opened revealing his solid masculine form. She gazed at his smooth shaft, partially erect, the head glistening, his smooth balls beckoning her. She licked her lips briefly, wanting so much to kiss the Master.

He folded his arms and hissed a simple command, “pleasure me.” A flood of joy came over the girl as she leaned forward, slowly beginning to lap his rounded balls, she was panting hard now, lustful, each time her tongue touched his soft flesh she could feel the shaft rise and stiffen. She licked quicker now, enjoying the movement of his shaft, she dared to look up, seeing the Master was pleased with her performance. He stiffened further as she swirled her tongue up from his balls to the base of his throbbing shaft. Licking up it with long strokes of her tongue, all the time looking up to see the pleasure istanbul travestileri on the Masters face. Each time her tongue travelled the length of his shaft, his manhood became ever harder. She began to tingle with desire, losing herself in her joy to please the Master.

She made several long licks from the base of his balls all the way to the tip of his shaft, totally devoted to pleasuring him. She reached the end off his shaft, now fully erect and began to slowly circle with her tongue, hearing the Masters low snarl of approval. He leaned forward, and as the soft skin of his legs brushed against her nipples his hand gripped her hair and he pushed her mouth over the hard head of his cock.

She felt her first orgasm rush through her as he forced his shaft into her mouth, she began a rhythm, bobbing on his shaft, feeling its warm length plunge deep into her tiny throat. She tasted his pre cum and inwardly begged for him to release, sucking faster and harder. She was frenzied now, desiring only to have the Master satisfy himself. She could feel his pleasure and smell his new sweat.

He drew his shaft away holding it just in front of her, she strained her tongue, trying desperately to reach it. To her surprise the Master sat down before her, and laid back, slipping his powerful legs under hers. His shaft was next to her vagina, she felt herself moving up and down in rhythm, using the rope to pull her self up. He snapped a command, “Ride me.” She paused, momentarily shocked, then quickly pulled her self on the rope so that she hovered over the tip of his manhood.

Panting hard she lowered herself onto it, feeling its hard, warm wetness slip inside her, she let out a low moan as she felt the unbridled pleasure of him filling her fully. Slowly using the rope to balance and pull, she began to rhythmically on his awaiting cock, each stroke releasing waves of pleasure through her. She made smooth even thrusts looking down istanbul travesti at the master as he laid there, eyes closed, deep in satisfaction.

His smooth shaft invaded her, making them one as she moved up and down increasing the pace. Working him expertly, longing for it to explode inside her. “Faster” he snarled and she obeyed panting as she worked. She saw his left hand snap its fingers, instantly she felt a stroke of the left guards slave whip lick over her back.

“Ooohhhhh” she moaned in delight , as she continued to work her Master, she realised now why the guards where there, she was being worked like a horse, whipped to increase her speed. She slowed briefly, and his right fingers snapped, a well placed lash licked across her shoulders, she sucked in air sharply, and worked faster, feeling his shaft hot and ready to burst. Left fingers snapped, the whip slashed across her naked flesh as she arched, moaning. His fingers and the guards whips working as one, she rode harder, her mind in a sensual whirl, she saw his fingers snap, left and right as the guards whipped her naked back making her ride faster and faster.

She felt like a pony in a race, being whipped towards the finish line, she cried out like a beast as the guards took their turn in licking their slave whips across her flesh.

She squealed out in joy, as the whips dominated her, twisting as each stroke expertly kissed her. The Masters balls tighten and with a low growl his hot seed spurts forth, like boiling oil shooting up into her. Pulse after pulse washed inside her, as she felt her own powerful orgasm, meet his. She bucked violently as the wave of passion possessed her, cumming time and time again as the Masters orgasm continued.

She felt the heat of her body, almost burning, as the Masters cock became flaccid, she was panting hard, almost breathless, as the passion ebbed from him.

She pulled up on the rope as she felt him subside, the Master slipped from her, and gave a silent command.

She felt the guard release her wrists and the other tug her leash, she could not walk, still gasping for breath, but was allowed to crawl, the guards guiding her from the room. She snaked between them like a contented puppy as she was led back to her bed.

The guards’ final command; “rest girl- the Master is pleased with you.”

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She was in town having some work done on her car. It wasn’t at his shop, but she planned to stop and see him nonetheless. They had arranged it the week before, timing it carefully so that she would be done right before he went on his break. She arrived two minutes early, giving herself some time to straighten her clothes and fuss with her hair. Ten minutes later, she was still waiting in her car, no sign of him.

When she strode into the building, the manager stepped out of his office to greet her, not expecting the young woman he saw to be as domineering as she was. She stood there, sharp black heels, the hem of her skirt several inches from her knees, the white button up barely visible beneath her black coat and white scarf, waiting for service with an air of dominance.

“Good afternoon. Welcome to O’Reillys. My name is Brian, how may I assist you today?”

She looked at him, measuring him up and down, and slowly pulled off the sunglasses.

“I’m here for Derek,” she folded up her glasses and slid them into her pocket. “Where is he?”

“Just one moment miss, I’ll go get him for yo-.” He began turning away to head out the back door when the sound of her heels clicking against the linoleum floor stopped him.

She had crossed the floor of the lobby in seven long strides, only stopping when her heels met with the toe of his, “I will go get him. Also, in the future, you may address me as Ma’am.”

She strode past him, leaving him speechless. He didn’t know what he should do nor did he want to be the one to tell her she couldn’t go to the employee only break room. He decided to just go back to his office and finish the inventories he had been working on. He’d let Derek deal with her.

The door to the break room swung open as she strode to it. The worker exiting the room held the door open for her but didn’t say a word so Derek didn’t realize who was walking through the door. Right away she noticed him with wet hair sitting as far away from the door as possible. He was also playing on his phone. Knowing he was in here playing on his phone while she waited in the cold for him annoyed her to a whole new level.

Annoyance fueling her steps, he had no time to react before she snatched the phone out of his hands and said,”You kept me waiting outside for ten minutes. Explain yourself.”

“I…I just lost track of time. Some idiot spilled oil on me and I had to take a quick shower. I’m sorry Dusty. You know I didn’t do it on purpose,” he managed to stumble out.

He stood up and tried to take her hands in his but she swatted them away from her.

Grateful for an excuse, even a semi-valid excuse, to execute her plans for him, she ordered, “No. Don’t touch me until I give you permission. Bend over the table.”

When he hesitated, she gave a sharp, “Now!”

He slowly bent over the end of the table, his ass sticking out like he knew she’d demand. Dusty took her time going back to the door, savoring the anticipation that was growing in the room, and locking it before she walked behind him. She molded herself to his back and reached around his waist. Her nimble fingers unbuttoned his black work pants, moving on to the zipper once the button was free of it’s loop. She was careful to not touch his dick. Right özbek escort now he had only one thing coming. His pants slid down and, like always, he was commando. His ass was at her mercy. She stepped back and admired his ass cheeks. She could see his erection, almost hidden by his hoodie.

Her hand left a bright red mark across his cheek and the room echoed with the sound. He jumped against the table, clearly not expecting such a hard blow to begin with. His poor ass hadn’t been properly warmed up and it stung him a little. However, her hand pushed against his lower back, encouraging him to assume his position again. His other cheek was soon sporting the same mark, although this time, he knew what to expect and didn’t need her hand to keep him in place.

“That’s two. Only eight more to go. I think since you made me wait ten minutes, that you should receive ten. Does that seem fair to you?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Her anger cooled a bit when she heard him switching to calling her Ma’am instead of Dusty. The next four blows still stung, but they were not nearly as harsh as the first two. She stopped and ran her hand over his ass. It was now covered with six very distinct hand prints.

“The next time we have a lunch date, will you keep me waiting?”

“No Ma’am. I will not keep you waiting.”

“I’m glad to see that you’ve learned your lesson. However, you aren’t done yet. You still have four to go.”

“Yes Ma’am. Please beat my ass.”

She felt her clit tingle when she heard the words and decided she wanted to leave him with an impression of this afternoon. Glancing around, she saw an old antenna propped against the wall. That would do the trick.

The antenna swished through the air and left a sharp, clear line across his buttocks. He couldn’t help jumping from that blow and she gave him a second to offer her his ass again. The next three swished through the air in rapid succession. He jumped each time, but managed not to move too much. After she delivered the final blow, she set the antenna down on the table next to him and ran her hand over his ass to soothe the pain.

“Now get on the table. Lay on your back. I want your head at the end of the table,” she ordered him.

He stumbled around the edge of the table and managed to lay down, squirming from the feeling of the cold table against his hot ass cheeks.

“Give me your belt.”

He stopped squirming and looked up at her, confused at her request. Dusty tsked at his hesitation. Slightly annoyed but also grateful for the opportunity to “punish” him further. She cupped his balls tight in one hand and slapped his hard cock with her other.

“I thought I had trained you better than this. When I give you an order, I expect you to immediately obey. Now, I think another ten are due. This time, I want you to count them for me.”

“Yes ma’am. As you desire.” Dusty’s sub was quickly remembering all of the previous training sessions and proper etiquette for responding to his mistress.

Dusty looked around the room debating on what to use on her naughty boy. There was a package of tie down straps that looked like they had recently been returned and Dusty knew she would utilize them.

With a wicked grin, azeri escort Dusty slowly ran her thumbs up her skirt, knowing Derek would fixate on the movement. Grinding her hips back and forth, she slowly slid the black thong down her long legs. There was barely enough fabric there to cover her wet pussy but it was perfect for what Dusty planned.

She took the thong and wrapped it tight around Derek’s throbbing cock and balls until they were both straining for release. Unbuttoning the top few buttons of her white top, Dusty then set to work restraining her sub until he couldn’t move. The straps held his feet spread apart, his wrists bound to his upper thighs, and his chest held down tight to the table. The only part of his body Derek could move was his head.

“Now, remind me how many times I am going to slap that delicious cock of yours and what you will be doing.”

“Ten times ma’am. Your slut will be counting each one ma’am.”

“That’s a good boy.”

Derek’s head lifted at the sound of Dusty unlooping the previously requested belt from his discarded pants. He felt a slight tingle of fear but knew his mistress wouldn’t give him anything more than what he could handle. Although he thought he was prepared for it, the first time the folded up belt slapped his cock, he couldn’t help but hiss through his teeth.

“One ma’am.” Derek wasn’t sure he’d be able to make it to ten if the blows continued to be this intense. Seeing his mistress was standing there in heels, knowing only the skirt stood between his tongue and her wet pussy, the slight jiggle of her tits when she struck him, all of that mixed with the sweet pain of the blows was making it difficult not to cum all over his tied up body.

“Five ma’am.”

Dusty was standing at the foot of the table, enjoying seeing her sub tied up tight with his throbbing cock straining against her thong. She decided to finish his cock punishment elsewhere though. She strode to the top of table, reached under for the final ratchet strap, and tightened it around his neck so he couldn’t move. Thanking her heels, she straddled his head with her clit just out of reach of his tongue. Not wanting to get distracted, she wrapped the belt around her hand again and continued his punishment.

“Ten ma’am.”

Dusty was pleased to hear the desperation in Derek’s voice. She decided to reward him for being such a good sub and not losing count.

With a slight bend of her knees, her clit was at Derek’s lips.

“Lick me slut.” Dusty moaned out as his skilled tongue slid up and down her clit. She reached around and grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them to give Derek a better view of her tight asshole, knowing how much he liked sliding his cock inside her. Before too long, he had her on the brink of cumming but Dusty didn’t want to cum just yet. She stepped away, wiped his lips, and kissed him lightly.

Remembering Derek had just recently showered gave Dusty another idea. With some finagling of the ratchet straps, Derek went from being flat on his back to having his legs over his head. As Dusty tied off the tail of the strap, he realized the vulnerability this position offered his ass. With the way Dusty had him restrained, he couldn’t stop her kazank escort with anything other than the safe word. His cock jumped at that thought.

Dusty again strode to straddle Derek’s face. She permitted his tongue to pleasure her clit as she unbuttoned her shirt completely, leaving the midnight black bra that only barely held her tits in place to taunt her sub. Again, she let him bring her to the peak of cumming before she stepped away. This time her sub moaned at her departure.

Grabbing his belt again, Dusty climbed on top of the table behind Derek. She let it hang loosely for a moment, trailing the tip across his ass to the tip of his cock. Then, with expert precision, she brought the belt down across his ass, the red mark raising almost immediately.

Derek cried out from the pain but quickly began anticipating further strikes. He preferred the long whip at home but loved Dusty’s creativity when it came to inflicting pain. He sighed as Dusty began striking him, with shorter pauses between each stroke. He felt himself sliding into a state of bliss.

Dusty realized the exact moment Derek went into his subspace. His cock was still hard, compliments of the tiny thong, but his entire body had relaxed. This was her most treasured aspect of playing with him. The trust it took for him to slide into subspace almost brought tears to her eyes. Wanting to bring him even more pleasure, she reached down into a coat pocket and took out a tiny vibrator. Sliding down to her knees, she pressed her aching tits against his back and started teasing Derek’s ass with her tongue. Reaching around his leg, Dusty, ever so lightly, placed the vibrator on the tip of his thick head. Slightly saddened it wasn’t her lips wrapping around his dick, Dusty continued to both lick his tight ass and tease his cock. When she pushed the tip of her tongue inside Derek’s ass, she finally stroked his cock from the tip to the base. Losing track of time, Dusty continued her licking until she felt Derek tighten up, hinting towards his imminent orgasm.

Not wanting to have him cum, much less all over his own face, Dusty climbed off of the table and straddled his face for the final time intending to ride his tongue until she herself came. As he licked her dripping wet cunt, he unconsciously thrust his cock, seeking his own sweet release. Moving just slightly forward, Dusty was able to slide his dick between her tits, giving him some pleasure from the boob job. Unable to help herself though, the boob job didn’t last long as she wanted his cock down her throat. Feeling his thick head slam against the back of her throat was all she needed to finally cum on Derek’s tongue. Her knees buckled from the pleasure and she collapsed on Derek’s chest with barely enough state of mind to avoid suffocating him.

When she was finally able to feel her legs again, Dusty stood up and started getting dressed. She started freeing Derek from his restraints, starting with his cock and balls but stopped there to finish getting dressed. Based on his still throbbing cock, Dusty had a sneaking suspicion he would try to toss her down on the table in his place and continue pleasing her clit with his tongue. With a wicked grin, she continued releasing Derek, but left his feet and hands tied up. There was just enough freedom in the straps she knew he could wiggle free.

Buttoning up her coat, Dusty gave him one final kiss and said, “I’ll see you at home.”

As the door closed, she could hear him frantically trying to escape the straps. With a chuckle, she slid her sunglasses on.

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From Vacation to Slave Training Pt. 01

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Based in the “Slave Grading” world created by John_Doe_Stories here at Literotica. I recommend reading “Self Slave Grading Do’s & Don’ts” before my story. It’s in my Favorites

All Characters are over the age of 18

Numbers in () refer to footnotes at the end of story

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Two months summer vacation in England! Her graduation gift for finishing High School with Honors now she can visit all the fantastic historical places and see the wonderful art she had read about.

Riding the bus though York, Claire was surprised at seeing so many Slaves out in their Slave Outfits (1). Of course, Claire knew about slavery but being from Western Canada didn’t think about it much. Her home had been settled by poor farmers who couldn’t afford personal slaves, and cowboys who believed the “Rugged Individualism” and along with the end of Male Labour Slavery before the west had been settled (2); the lack of slaves was turned into a virtue by later generations. But now, as society modernized in recent years these attitudes were changing particularly in the larger cities.

It was starting to rain heavily so Claire got her umbrella out when she got off the bus at the mall. Walking across the parking lot a strong wind gust blew open her umbrella then pulled it out of her hand. Running after it across the lot she was finally able to retrieve it.

“Its ruined, I’m going to get even more soaked before I get inside.”

However, before Claire could run to the mall entrance, she spotted something shiny hidden off to the side. She went to retrieve it, somewhat hoping that it was money or something else of value. She was surprised to find it was a Slave Collar, and a fancy one at that. But it was clearly broken and sparking electricity.

“What the heck are you doing here?” she eyed it curiously. “Well I guess there is only one place I should take this.”

Getting increasing wet she then ran to the entrance. Shaking her umbrella dry, she quickly realized it was so broken as to now be useless. She found a garbage to dump it in and when up to a clerk in the first store that she came too and asked

“Excuse me do you have a Slave Store in this Mall?”

“Why dearie, are you looking to sell yourself?” The middle age women said with a twinkle in her eye. She looked at Claire, seeing her alabaster skin and lovely long hair put in a pony tail over her right shoulder. Even with no makeup and soaking wet she was beautiful, with a clean, down home country girl look about her.

Claire blushed “Oh no, I just found a broken slave collar laying around outside an I don’t know where to take it. Besides back home people were not as enthusiastic about slavery as here.” Even now Claire was remembering her pioneer grandparents sneering about “Lazy Easterners and their slaves” to which her grandfather would sometimes add “probably need them to wipe their asses”.

The Saleslady found Claire attitude “quaint”. Claire noticed the look in her face and thought to herself. “If she thinks that’s strange, she’d be shocked by French Canadians who feel that slavery was something that only Anglo’s did and wasn’t worthy of a proud Habitant who plowed his own soil with his own hands.” Then she remembered reading that when the Parti Québécois were elected they even tried to ban slavery. Only the threat of outside intervention made them back down.

“Well dearie the Sam The Slave Man Store (3) is down the main walkway then make the first turn to your right, its at the end of the corridor, you can’t miss it.”

“Thank you very much.” replied Claire, now increasingly feeling cold in her wet clothes, wondering what she could do to get warm and dry.

“Be careful girl, you look Prime to me, they’d scoop you up in a minute.” the woman teased.

Down the corridors Claire went till she found the Slave Store. She had expected to find something dark and tacky but this was bright and welcoming. She went up to the counter where a nice-looking woman, probably in her 30s was looking at her iPad.

Claire went up to her and the woman, without looking up, said “Sit down over there.” Claire was a bit startled at her manner but went over to where she directed. The Clerk then followed her and told her “Take your clothes off and the Grader will be with you shortly.”

Startled Claire took a moment to realize what the clerk was talking about. Now she was cold, wet and embarrassed. “No, no that’s not why I’m here, I found this broken slave collar at the edge of the parking lot and thought you were the best people to give it too.” Claire started to visibly blush.

“Oh, sorry about that, I’ve had nothing but girls wanting a quick slave grading all day.” She looked at Claire and smiled. The clerk said, “Those girls weren’t half as good looking as you”

The woman then grabbed a electronic device and pressed it against Claire’s left breast. It gave dull buzzing sound and the women said “‘Open your blouse and pull it over so I can get a clear reading.”

“Clear reading?” said a startled Claire.

“Yes otele gelen escort I’m not getting a reading on your Slave Chip.” (4)

“I don’t have a Slave Chip, I’m not a slave.” Claire responded defensively.

The clerk became confused “It’s not just for slave’s, most girls have them. I’m surprised you don’t know that.”

“I’m not from around here, I’m a tourist.” Claire was getting a bit nervous being in the store, even though it was very nicely decorated.

“Oh, well most girls like to have them since it carries their ID, Status, Slave Grade and highest bid offered.” explained the clerk “It also give a bit of protection against unintended enslavement as well as helping to quickly sort inventory.”

Claire was confused, she felt terrible, she was cold and all this had her mind swirling.

“Well we can fix that in a jiffy,” the clerk walked back to the sales desk “Take your blouse off and I’ll bring the Chipper.”

Claire was now flushed with embarrassment “Oh I don’t think I need that done thank you.”

The clerk flashed a mischievous smile “Oh its no trouble, and its not that that expensive. In fact, if want to be graded as well its half price.” after a moment she continued “If fact we could even have you up for auction by tomorrow if you like.”

What the clerk said was an almost standard phrase uttered to women getting Slave Grades, it was almost like saying “Do you want fries with that?” There was always the hope for a last-minute change of mind and the customer could be converted into innovatory.

“Oh God please I don’t want that!” Claire began to panic.

“Why not, no more money worries, your taken care of, and fantastic orgasms are guaranteed.” The clerk gave the next part of the enslavement pitch” You’d send a lot of money back your family, its a win win for everyone.” she said cheerfully.

“Look I just wanted to return this collar and go back to my hotel and dry off.” She held the collar out carefully.

Claire blushed even redder. She handed the collar over to the clerk. “This thing is also shocking like crazy, I can see some exposed wires so be careful.”

The woman took the collar from Claire. They both walked over to the front desk while the clerk examined it. “This is a very high-end collar, GPS and everything, very expensive. (5) only a rich man with a Prime+ Slave would own this.” She swiped the barcode and it came and the info came up. “Wow you really have something here, this is the collar for Slave Amber, she was Slavenapped a couple of days ago, her owner is worried sick about her.”

“Really, I have never heard of that, I didn’t know it was even a Thing”. Claire then sneezed, feeling even more miserable now. “Look I’d better get back to my hotel, I’m soaked to my skin and I feel terrible. I hope he gets his girl back soon but I really have to go, this day has been a complete washout for me.”

The clerk smiled, “Please let me be of help, the police will want to talk to you right away. I can take your clothes and send them to the cleaner. You can wait in the back, I even have a robe you can wear.”

Claire was almost ready to take her up on her offer but instead she said “You can just give the police my hotel and room number and they can call me there” She went to grab a piece of paper on the countertop but accidently touched the bare wire on the slave collar.

Zap! went the shock and Claire staggered back and fell to the floor. While doing so she hit the back of her head on a shelf.

The clerk rushed over to her and helped her up. Claire felt unsteady and the woman guided her over to the Grading Waiting Bench, just as the manager came in.

“What’s wrong here Carol?” he asked

Carol replied “Oh Mr. Johnson, this nice girl found the Slavenapped Ambers collar abandoned, she’s all wet and cold and now she accidently got shocked and hit her head.”

Mr. Johnson was worried, he had been having a fairly good day and now this problem is being dumped in his lap. Evidence of a missing slave, the police will show up and now this girl got hurt in his store. He had hoped to go home early after a slew of simple slave gradings earlier.

“Guess you’d better call the police,” he said, “what should we do for her?”

“I was going to take her wet clothes to the cleaner and let her stay in the back until the cops show up.”

“The slave pens are much warmer but she’ll have to be naked, regulations, but she shouldn’t feel nervous with all the other naked slaves around her.” David interjected.

“No, no I don’t want to be a bother” Claire said weakly.

“No bother at all, in fact I’d even offer you a free Amateur Slave Grading as a reward for finding the collar.” the Manager suggested.

By this point Claire just wanted to get out of her drenched clothes and lay down. She was feeling woozy and didn’t want to try to get back to her hotel.

“OK, thank you, I’ll take you up on your offer to clean my clothes and a place to lie down türkmen escort to warm up and dry off. But I don’t need a slave grading. I don’t think I’d get a very good evaluation the way I am now anyways”

“Oh, even as you are now you could be rated Prime” Carol said with a smile, hoping to cheer the girl up. “I bet the bidders would go crazy over you. You could set a store record.” Having worked in the store for several years this was the way she complimented and comforted Claire. She walked her to the entrance to the Slave Pens and Claire found herself fascinated seeing naked slaves ready for auction.

Claire smiled weakly. “Thank you but I think I just want to lie down.”

Carol took Claire’s stuff, “I’ll lock this way while you lie down.”

Carol gave Claire a hug and helped her off with her clothes. She said “My what a lovely body, your clothes really don’t do justice to your wonderful figure, I bet Slave Ambers owner would gladly take you over her.”

Mr. Johnson came in back and spoke up, “You’d better put a collar on her, don’t want any questions from the cops about why she’s naked in the slave pens, with no collar or worse a surprise inspection.”

“Collar?” Claire said quietly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to make a “No Grading, Not for Sale” note on the computer. Here you can see it on my iPad.” comforted Carol. Now let’s get you to a nice cot in the nice warm kennel. We don’t have many slaves right now so you’ll have a Slave Kennel to yourself and have some privacy. Who knows maybe you’ll get some nice big reserve bids if buyers come back here.” she said smiling. Carol wasn’t trying to scare or tease Claire, this was just the way she thought. Don’t all girls want a top grade and big bids?

“Sorry we don’t use separate collars to differentiate Slaves from Graders, but don’t worry we’ve never accidently sent a free woman to the block.” droned Mr. Johnson.

. He looked at Claire and even having seen so many naked slaves, he was struck by her looks. “Are you sure you don’t want a free slave grading?”

“No thank you, I just need to get dry, warm up, and lay down.”

Carol came over and put the collar around Claire’s neck and locked it. Claire felt a cold shiver down her spine as she felt it lock in place. “Come with me,” said Carol, “I’ll take you arm and help you to your kennel.”

Claire walked unsteady through the kennels she felt like she was in a dream. Finally, they arrived at a small enclosure. Claire laid down exhausted on a air mattress, Carol covered her with a blanket, then the young woman fell asleep.

An hour later Claire was awakened. Claire felt confused being in the slave kennels and it took a moment for her to remember where she was and why.

“Stand up please,” said the tall man in the police uniform “I’m Detective Inspector Palin from York Slave Crimes Unit and this is Constable Temple, we need to talk to you.”

Claire stood up slowly, remembering she was naked, she tried to cover herself with her arms. “Could I have a robe please?”

Carol was also there and said, “Oh no, all non-employee females have to be naked in the pens, sorry about that. But don’t worry your clothes will be ready right soon.”

“Oh” was all that Claire could find to say and slowly let her arms down. “What can I do for you Sir?”

“We’re here because you found evidence in a possible slave abduction case.”

“Oh yes the collar I found in the parking lot, it was purely by accident my umbrella blew out and flew across the lot.”

“Would you show us where you found it please?” then the detective said to the clerk” I’m sorry I forgot to ask if she’s a slave or here for grading.”

Carol replied “Actually neither, she came in soaked to the skin and since we’re low on stock I offered to take her clothes to get washed and dried while she rested here because she found the collar. And the poor dear even got a shock from the collar and hit her head when she fell. Too bad she didn’t lose her memory I could have sold her. Well, maybe she’ll at least pay to get graded.”

Claire was less embarrassed about Carol now, realizing she wasn’t going to forcibly enslave her.

The police detective looked at Claire, “That’s rather irregular, best not to make a habit of that.” He had the constable pass him an electronic device and pointed at Claire

“Sorry I’m not chipped sir.” blurted Claire realizing what he was going to do.

“Even more unusual, the governments are probably going to mandate it soon, how have you avoided it?”

“I’m a bit from the back of beyond, no place you heard of, easiest to say Western Canada on the Prairies.”

He looked at the clerk “Well you’d better get that sorted out, you had better chip her, there is already too much that is dodgy going on around here, better keep this on the up and up.”

“I’m sorry if I’m causing trouble but I’m just a tourist and was going to leave York tomorrow anyways so I’ll be out of your hair.”

Carol spoke up evi olan escort “Don’t worry its really nothing getting chipped, easiest just to get it over with and be done with it.”

“Yes, yes yes, best to do it and be done with it.” agreed the detective.

“OK I guess so.” Claire felt like she was being bullied into it “Is there anything else you need me to do sir?”

“Yes, thank you, we’d like you to show us exactly where you found the collar.”

“Are my clothes ready yet?” Claire looked at Carol.

“I’m afraid not dear, not for another half hour, but it is cold out I’ll give you one of our basic second-hand slave outfit to wear OK?”

Claire was relieved she wouldn’t have to go out naked “Thank you very much Carol.”

Claire put the pullover dress and then went with the officers. She was self conscious wearing a slave outfit, everyone would think she was a slave. She led the officers to the edge of the parking lot and showed them where she remembered finding the collar. “I think it’s the right place, it was raining hard and I wasn’t think too much about it.”

The policemen looked around, looking for clues. She heard them call for a forensics team over their radios. Claire hoped she could go back to the store soon. She noticed something shiny below in the gully. More bored than anything she moved closer to see what it was.

“What are you doing over there?” hollered the constable.

“Just thought I saw something down there and wanted a better look.”

The constable came over and went down into the gully. “Think she found something sir.”

“Very good, maybe you should join the department.” joked the detective.

“A woman detective? That will never happen.” laughed the constable.

“Look I don’t want to be a bother, but do you mind if I go back to the store and get my clothes?”

“Constable go with her, get her information and make sure she’s chipped, and please stay in town a couple more days.”

Damn I hoped they would forget about that she thought.

“Maybe I’ll put in a quick bid on her as well.” smiled the policeman.

Claire couldn’t help but giggle, this has been the strangest day of her life. She went with the constable back the store. Luck was finally with her as her clothes were back, clean and dry. “At last, finally.” She started to put her clothes back on, not even caring that people could see her at the right on the slave bench, in fact there was already a woman there naked and collared. She looked at her quickly and wondered, slave? Or grading? “Why are you here?” she asked.

The girl pointed to her mouth to say she had been devoiced. “She’s here to be graded and sold, Love for you to join her, two such prime slaves would make for an exciting auction.”

Claire laughed “You really tenacious, aren’t you? besides no way am I Prime I don’t know the first thing about being a slave.”

“Are you telling me you haven’t had and slave training at all? You are a strange one.”

The constable reminded the clerk that Claire needed to be chipped. Claire sighed, “Fine do it.”

“Don’t get all snippy with me, remember with the collar on your property of the store.” Carol smiled.

Claire didn’t realize that and apologised.

She then asked Claire a bunch of questions to be encoded into the chip. “Almost done she said after a few minutes, OK now last chance if you want to be sold.”

“No thank you please.” Claire answered with a slight laugh.

“So polite, you’d make someone a wonderful slave” Carol said.

“Yes, and I can cook to” Claire smiled back.

‘Just look over the information here on my iPad to make sure its correct.”

She looked it over and said to herself, my own Slave Number, it even gave her a bit of a thrill “Yes everything looks correct.” she tripled checked that it said “Free” on the status.

“Good,” Carol then pressed buttons to encode the chip, “Now pull over your blouse and let me implant the chip.”

Claire did so and felt a sharp pain as it went into her left breast.” Ow!”

“All done, here’s all your possessions back” as Claire got up to leave Carol put her hand on her shoulder. “Haven’t you forgotten something?” Claire looked at her quizzically “I have to remove your collar, unless you’ve changed your mind on the auction.”

Claire was embarrassed, she had forgotten all about it. “Yes, sorry please remove it, thank you.”

The clerk went to get the key “Oh I think I lost the key, guess you’ll have to stay for the auction anyways.” Claire looed at her with a combination of worry and exasperation. “Oh, don’t worry dear just a jest.” The clerk came over and unlocked the collar with a click.

Feels strange without it now Claire thought “Thank you very much for your help.” she said to the Carol. She walked out of the store and to the mall entrance. She passed the woman she first met when she entered the mall

“You still free dearie, good for you, maybe next time.”

Claire laughed and went and caught the bus to back to the hotel.

The next day in her hotel room Claire received a phone call. “It’s Carol from Sam the Slave Man, I just wanted to tell you that thanks to the collar you found they were able to reunite Slave Amber with her owner. They were able to find several other abducted slaves so you rally helped a lot of people.”

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The class fell silent. Lily stepped in, blushed vibrantly, and sat down quickly at her desk.

She was wearing the collar.

—–

The collar is a rite of passage that turns girls into women. In this society, women have a limited timeframe to get married from 18 to 22. When they turn 18, they’re required by law to wear a black leather collar signifying their availability as a partner. This policy was passed some time ago to encourage population growth.

If Lily doesn’t find a partner, she’s not allowed a romantic relationship for the rest of her life. Nor is she likely going to get a job anywhere.

But if she does find a husband, she will be bound by contract to obey his every command. She’ll become his personal slave, must follow his every command, and wear his preferred clothes.

The importance of finding a good partner by 22 has reshaped society. Schooling has become a place to size up mates, and find a companion to entrust their life with. Some students even give their girlfriends red collars as early as middle school, to signify that they’ve already determined a partner.

—–

Clyde has known Lily since first grade when she moved next door. They’d been best friends throughout all of elementary school, middle school, and high school. Her bookish self was a wonderful counterpart to his boisterous behavior, and he always could make her laugh. He often found himself doing stupid stuff just to put a smile on her face. Clyde had always thought that Lily and him might’ve made a good couple, but he liked what they had and wasn’t brave enough to risk it.

She was truly adorable though. Her nose was rarely found anywhere but a book, and you could easily spot her by her big glasses, oversized sweater and 5’3 height. Clyde had made up his mind to ask her out one day, but he never really got around to it.

But someone was about to.

Dale whispered something to his huddle and slinked over to Lily’s desk. He sat on her desk- “Look what we have here! Someone’s up for grabs. Tell me, what’s your name again?”

Lily stared straight at the ground, and her ears turned so red it looked like they were about to fly off.

“Quiet one huh? Hm. I bet you’d look hotter without those glasses covering those oceans of yours. Let’s see…” He reached for her face.

“Get off her desk, nimrod.”

Dale raised his eyebrows. “Clyde? I thought we were cool man.”

“Leave her alone.”

Dale shrugged. “Whatever dude. Didn’t realize you were serious about this one. My bad.” He stepped away.

Lily whispered “Thanks Clyde.”

“No prob Lilypad. That dude’s a rat. And not a cool one like in Flushed Away.” Clyde winked.

Lily’s face remained bright red and she kept staring at the ground. Normally she would’ve smiled at least a little at his pathetic humor, but she was clearly too stressed. She looked like she was about to vomit.

“Teacher? Can I take Lily to the Nurse? She’s sick.”

—–

About halfway through the awkward silent walk to the nurse, Lily ran over to a trashcan and started to throw up. Clyde pulled her hair into a ponytail for her, and caught another glimpse of the collar.

*Damn.* he thought. *She really is up for grabs. I thought I’d levent escort have more time to figure out our relationship, but I guess I need to decide quick. Someone else could take her.*

Lily continued to puke into the trash can.

“Woahhhhh there parrdner! You’re really tossin’ vom!”

No response.

“Really gorking your guts out.”

No response.

“All aboard the vom express- Lily will be your conductor today.”

Clyde caught a hesitant grin.

“Warn me if you’re about to gob blast again.”

“Shut the fuck up Clyde.”

“Yes ma’am!”

—–

They sat outside the nurses office waiting. Clyde snuck peeks at Lily. It just now hit him how pretty she was. *Shit. She really fills up that sweater of hers.* Lily had C cup breasts hidden underneath her loose clothing. Her long brunette hair was pulled up into a side ponytail. Her plump thighs squished just the right amount as she sat. But most of all Clyde realized how cute her face was, her button nose and her big brown glasses.

Moments passed.

“… Do you want to talk about it?”

“Hell no.”

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re not about to become someone’s slave or permanently lonely.”

“I suppose that’s true.”

They sat silently.

“I just think that you could easily find someone. The guys will be competing for you if anything.”

Lily didn’t respond.

“I bet you’ll have guys lined up around the corner begging to marry you.”

“… Like who?”

It was Clyde’s turn to blush.

“Well, like smart guys, or athletic dudes, or, uhh, I don’t know.”

Lily sat thinking.

“Would you..?”

“I-I-I mean I t-think that any rational guy probably would.”

Silence.

“Um, Clyde?”

“Yes?”

“A-are you asking me to marry you?”

“Gah, uh, well, uh, I mean yeah, probably.”

“Probably?”

“Well, yeah, I guess I am.”

Lily sat there blushing, thinking of the indecent things he could request of her. Clyde could ask her to wear whatever he wanted. Clyde could ask her to pose however he wanted. Clyde could ask her to DO whatever he wanted.

She covered her mouth with her lips, her body shaking.

She would become Clyde’s slave.

She didn’t want to spend eternity alone, and didn’t trust anybody else. Clyde was a good guy, he’d definitely treat her well.

Plus she had a huge crush on him since the first grade.

But to go from best friends to marriage without dating first?!? Yet she had to. She’d seen what had happened to the other girls who didn’t partner up quickly. They were harassed, name called, raped.

Lily muttered something.

“What’d you say?”

“I said yes, m-master.”

—–

They signed the papers that night, pricking blood for the seal. Lily’s mom cried as it sunk in that her daughter belonged to another man.

Lily’s parents left Clyde’s house. From now on, Lily would be staying in Clyde’s house, in his room, sharing his bed.

Clyde scratched his head. “Wow. This is really happening huh?”

The empty bed loomed before them.

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

They beyoğlu escort shared a nervous glance.

“I’m supposed to- I’m awaiting your orders.” Lily twirled the chain now dangling from her neck.

Clyde sat down on the bed. “Sit.” Lily sat next to him.

“W-what do you want first?” Lily stuttered.

“Um, if I get to choose, a blowjob would be lovely.”

Lily’s cheeks burned bright.

“Yes sir.”

She slid off the bed and kneeled. Clyde scooted over and she pulled down his pants.

*Oh fuck.* Lily thought to herself. *He’s fucking massive. Oh shit fuck shit.* Clyde had an 8 inch package.

Clyde smiled softly. “It doesn’t bite. I hope you don’t either.”

Lily put her lips softly on his raging penis. She looked up for confirmation, then gave it a lick. She licked around his dick like a lollipop.

*Damn, she’s good at this!*

She slipped his member into her mouth, and started bobbing her head up and down. She massaged his balls with her hands, and rubbed his cock.

Clyde moaned, and thought to himself. *I wish she would just focus on trying to- wait a second she’s my slave now. I can just ask her.*

“Lily!”

She jolted. Clyde accidentally said that louder than he meant to.

“Less hands. More throat.”

She gulped. She nodded.

Her hands slowly dropped to her waist. She took him deeper down her mouth, about halfway.

Clyde moaned in approval as she impressively took much more than he expected.

“Goddamnnnnn!”

Lily kept sucking him down. Her hands lowered themselves to her clit, and she started to try finger herself through her jeans.

Clyde saw this, and barked out “Disrobe.”

Lily turned a deeper hue than Clyde had ever seen before, and lifted off her sweater. Her C cup tits jiggled down in her black lace bra.

“Stop.” Lily froze, as her hands gripped her pants.

“This is what I want you to wear outside.” Clyde commanded.

Lily had a feeling this would happen. Once women are married, the men often pick their clothes to mark their territory. The normal trend for couples is for the woman to wear a bra, a skirt or dress, and a collar with a chain.

The climate where they live is usually arid and hot, so most women prefer to be shirtless anyway.

Lily got wetter at the thought. She normally covered herself head to toe, but would now be walking around exposed.

“Yes master.”

“Continue.”

She pulled down her jeans, revealing matching black panties.

“Underwear off too.”

Lily acquiesced. She was now kneeling, bare naked, wearing nothing but a collar and her hair in a high ponytail- in front of her childhood crush.

Clyde lost his breath. Her tits were massive, she must be at least a D cup! And her ass was a perfect curvaceous apple shape. He understood why she wore all those baggy clothes before- scumbag guys would be begging to own her if they saw her nude.

“Keep sucking.”

Lily started deepthroating him, trying to get as much as she could before her gag reflex kicked in.

She got at least 5 inches down. She secretly felt a little proud of herself, she had trained with a cucumber kağıthane escort ever since she accidentally walking in on Clyde masturbating to fellatio once.

It was pure bliss, but it wasn’t enough for Clyde.

He grabbed her by the ponytail and pushed her down deeper. Her eyes shot open and she moaned in protest.

“Your only barrier is psychological. You just need to know you can do it at least once for it to be easy. Trust me.”

Her moan faltered.

Clyde slammed his cock down her throat. He felt his dick slip past the turn and plunge down her throat. “FUCCCCKKKKKKKK!”

Lily groaned.

He pulled her back, and she tried to retreat for a full breath but he slammed her back down. He did this twice more before releasing her fully.

Lily fell back, coughing as her chin dripped saliva.

Clyde stood up, and walked over to her. Her breasts jiggled like crazy with each breath.

“You okay?”

She nodded.

“When you’re ready, come back over here and tittyfuck me.”

Lily stood up instantly.

“Eager girl.”

Clyde laid back down on the edge of the bed. Lily kneeled down beside his skyward penis, and spat over her tits.

She wrapped her tits around his cock, squeezing them tight with her hands and bounced up and down.

Clyde moaned in delight.

Her bouncing titties were a sight to behold. Clyde had gotten glimpses before, but that was nothing compared to the sight he saw now. He grew even more turned on.

Lily felt his dick harden between her tits. Clyde grabbed her ponytail and pushed her head down onto his penis again.

She squealed as she felt his cock twitch, and he shot thick ropes of cum into her mouth.

Clyde grunted and shook, as he came more than he’d ever came in his life.

Lily didn’t want to swallow it, but she had to at least a little since there was so much of it.

She pulled off his dick with a loud slurp and started to walk to the bathroom, her cheeks bulging with semen.

Clyde grabbed her by the chain.

“I think you know where that’s supposed to go.”

She paused, took a deep breath, and gulped it all down.

“Good girl.”

She smiled faintly.

Clyde climbed back into bed and pulled her naked body next to his. “I think that’s good enough for tonight. Judging from the massive puddle you left I think you enjoyed yourself too.”

They laid in bed for a couple minutes in comfy post-sex silence.

“Hey Lilypad.”

“Yeah?”

“Wanna play mario kart?”

“Fuck yeah.”

———

The next day went exactly as Lily expected. They walked into highschool and jaws dropped as the school saw not only Clyde holding sweet blushing Lily’s chain, but they saw the monstrous tits previously hidden beneath her clothes revealed in a black bra.

The last semester or so of highschool had become pretty much pointless now, as a good population of the school’s most attractive females walked around in bras and collars in public, with the occasional bold thong. Most teachers gave up on trying to teach anything meaningful second semester, and most of the male teachers assigned pointless presentation projects to join in the ogling.

Clyde sat next to Lily in lunch as usual. He caught sight of Dale from across the cafeteria, glaring at the two of them.

“Bleurghhhh!” Clyde stuck out his tongue and wrapped his arm around Lily and squeezed her breast.

Lily stifled a soft moan and Dale dropped his lunch tray.

*Serves you right, asshat.*

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Uncovering Jamie Ch. 02: A Sunday Treat

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Uncovering Jamie Ch. 02: A Sunday treat

Sunday morning.

I woke up in my bed, still in my makeup and red panties, cock hanging out and dried cum all over my chest and tummy. I had fallen asleep after masturbating, dreaming of all the crazy things yesterday had brought. I smiled. I had gone out dressed as a woman and no one had pointed or laughed or screamed or worse. I had passed as a woman. I had a head spinning moment of awe and fear and satisfaction.

I knew in my heart it had been a lifechanging moment. I could do it again if I wanted. When I wanted. I could put on makeup and a dress and go out for a walk if I felt like it. My feminine self was no longer walled in by my apartment and my fears.

I was still terrified of being noticed or recognized. But I had done it. I had really done it. And now I knew I could do it, that somehow made the fear a part of the exhilaration. I had been stiff with fear walking to the café yesterday, terrified of all the people once I got there. But Diana’s reaction and the fact that no one had seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary had twisted that knot of fear into something else. An appetite for more. It had been like being stuck on a really scary but exiting rollercoaster.

And then walking home, a used slut in a borrowed coat, still scared but a little more confident. I laughed a little to myself thinking about it. Or a giggle?

I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower and cleaned myself up. Made coffee. Teleported out of the stone age and into a modern, delicious, caffine-fueled life. Found some breakfast. It was 11 in the morning.

My phone rang. It was Diana. I felt myself tense up, my insecurities taking over. And excitement.

“Hello?” I offered slowly.

“Good morning James. How are you today?” She couldn’t quite hide her playful tone behind the formal greeting.

“Uhm… I’m fine. How are you?”

“‘Oh I’m fine, fine. Although my pussy is a little sore, I met this cute girl yesterday that sucked on my clit for like hours.”

I nearly spilled my coffee laughing and smiled. She really knew how to break the awkwardness.

“Well, well, good for you. And who might this lucky girl be then?”

“Oh just a girl I met at a café uptown. Hot blonde, a little shy but great tongue. Cute little nose. A real slut when you get her going. Actually you know her quite well, she’s your roommate.”

I blushed listening to this. “Really?”

“Yes really. Don’t be jealous James, it doesn’t suit you. Now, would you be a dear and put Jamie on? We girls need to chat.”

I stared at my coffee. Didn’t know what to do. But I liked this game. I loved that she was talking about me as two different people. Talking about me as a girl. I moved the phone to my other ear and spoke a little more softly.

“Hi this is Jamie. Who’s this?”

I could hear her smile widening. “Hi Jamie baby. I just wanted to call to thank you for a wonderful day yesterday.”

I blushed even harder. “It’s…no…thank you…I…”

“Yeah yeah, so go check my coat pocket now.” What? Coat? What? I walked into the bedroom, found the coat on the floor and fished a lavender lace thong out of the right hand side pocket.

“Did you find my panties?”

“Erm yes?”

“Put them on slut. Send me a picture.” My heart started pounding. I put down the phone and pulled the panties up my ankles. Her panties. Diana’s panties. I shuddered as I pulled them tight in between my cheeks, fitting the front snugly around my still soft but stirring cock. We wore a similar size it seemed, despite the height difference.

I was wearing her panties. Wearing Diana’s panties. My cock was in her panties. Her dirty panties from yesterday. Oh god.

I ran my hand over the lace front, cupped my package, squeezed a little. Rubbed her dried essence into my balls. Oh so fucking hot.

A distant sound caught my attention. …Jamie?!”

“Uh, yes?”

I heard her laugh.

“So I guess this means you like them?”

“Oh god yes”

“Goooood” she purred. “Show me!”

A picture of myself in panties had never left my phone. But now I didn’t even think about it. I posed for a picture down the length of my body, the lavender lace prominent at the center of it. I sent it to her without hesitation.

“Oh dear Jamie, you are such a slut. Sending people lewd pictures of yourself like this. You dirty girl.”

My face burned. My cock strained against the soiled lace.

“I think I can see a cute little girlcock through the material. Is that a girlcock Jamie?”

“Yes” I breathed heavily.

“Who’s girlcock is that Jamie? Who owns that pretty little ladycock you’ve got there? Tell me baby. I want to hear you say it.”

I couldn’t breathe. I closed my eyes. I felt my lips move. Heard my words uttered in complete submission.

“It’s yours Diana. It’s your girlcock.” I heard her heavy breath. She was obviously enjoying this.

“Yes it is Jamie, oh yes it is. My little girlcock, on my beautiful slut, wearing my dirty panties. Do you like that baby?”

“Yes” fulya escort I wanted to scream. It came out a whisper.

“Are you going to wear them all day for me?”

“Yes.”

“Good. You look hot in them baby.” She seemed to switch gears.

“Are you free today?”

“Yes?” I said. It was like I had been turned into a one syllable doll by her words. She did things to my brain that I didn’t know could be done. And I loved it.

“OK great!. Now then, put the phone down, put on your makeup and a dress and meet me at Rusty’s for lunch. See you there baby!”

She hung up.

What. What? No. No! Rusty’s? James went there. I mean I went there. Fuck! I mean… Fuck!

My brain simultaneously tried to grasp the fact that I had in a split second thought of myself as another person, that Diana wanted me to meet her in public again, and that she wanted to meet me at a diner in my own neighbourhood… as a girl. As Jamie. As a girl. With makeup. And a dress. As a girl. Jamie. Not James. Shit.

This is what being a horny bastard will get you into James. I couldn’t do this.

My phone chimed.

“Yes you can. It will be OK.”

Damn. That was impressive. I stared at the phone. Fuck. I’ll just put on some makeup then. She’ll come to her senses. She can’t make me go.

Bathroom. Makeup. Eyeliner perhaps a bit too exaggerated. Dark red shade of lipstick. Hair transformed from James’s idiotic bedhair sticking out all over the place to a feminine chic pixie. Hell, I wasn’t too bad at this really.

I stepped back. Jamie studied me from the mirror. All that dark around her eyes made her a bit more fierce. Not the innocent girl who left the apartment yesterday.

Oh damn. I guessed I could at least put on a dress and see how I looked.

Bedroom. I found my sundress in the closet and slipped it on. Navy blue with a delicate flowery pattern, it worked well with the makeup. You knew it would you ass – Jamie stared at me with a gentle sneer. It’s not like you haven’t tried this out before in here.

Exactly. In here. Fuck. I stared at the girl in the mirror.

I walked quickly to my bedroom, grabbed my phone, my grey cardigan and Diana’s coat, got my keys and black flats at the door and suddenly I was standing on the landing, door slamming behind me.

I stood there forever. Or a second. My blood raced. My mouth was dry with fear. My heart sang with joy.

I ran down the stairs, the hem of my dress swishing about just above my knees.

—

Rusty’s was full of people. I could see it from a distance as my feet navigated on their own, my brain completely occupied with this potent mix of fear and excitement.

Of course it was full. It was noon on a Sunday. Fuck.

When I got closer I saw her sitting at a table outside. She looked up and saw me, and beamed with the most beautiful smile I had ever seen.

I forgot all my fears. Well, not all of them, there were too many. I was just a bit lower-grade terrified but it was OK since she was there. It would be OK. She said so. Yeah. It would be OK.

Making a beeline for my source of confidence I nearly walked straight into a man leaving his table.

“Oh sorry. Sorry” I mumbled flustered.

“That’s OK miss. No harm done.” he smiled and turned away.

I sat down blushing like a wildfire. Diana seemed to be trying to perfect her Cheshire Cat impression.

“What?” I said, sounding a little annoyed.

“You look so cute when you blush like that” she grinned at me, her red hair burning in the sun, eyes sparkling, a hand under her perfect chin.

I melted. How could I not?

“Well I’m glad you like it, it doesn’t take much to set it off.” I cracked half a smile. “So you like your girls with faces like firetrucks then?”

She laughed. I lost it and joined in.

“Love’em” she laughed, the tension broken.

“Thank you” she said when we had attained a more ladylike state.

“What fo…”

“For coming” she said looking straight into my eyes. “I wasn’t sure you would.”

“Neither was I.” I looked away.

“I’m so glad you did.”

“Me too” I said. And as I said it I realized I really was. I was glad. I was out. Free.

She smiled. That smile just wasn’t going away. I wasn’t complaining.

“The best way to wash away your fears is to face them.”

I looked at her. I had needed a push and she had given me one. I loved how she seemed able to read me.

“So, are you wearing them?” she suddenly asked.

I looked down “Not so loud, please!”

“What?” She asked innocently.

“People will hear.”

“Hear what baby? Hear about how you are wearing panties?” Teasing. Poking lovingly at my insecurities with a stick.

“You know what. I… I can’t…I’m not ready for…” My face could have lit up a certain disreputable district in Amsterdam.

“Yes you can. And yes you are. You know why? Look at me baby.” I looked up.

“Because girls wear panties all the time. I’m wearing panties. So what if my bebek escort cute friend is wearing panties too? She’s a girl isn’t she?”

I squirmed a little. “Well…”

“Jamie?”

“Yes?”

“You are a beautiful woman. Own it.”

I sat there stunned. She had called me cute, beautiful and pretty before. But never a woman. Never a beautiful woman. There was nothing but loving sincerity in her eyes.

“Is this who you really want to be Jamie?”

I felt my throat tighten.

“So much. I want it so much.” Whispers. “I don’t know why, I just need it. I can’t go back to not having Jamie in my life. I need her.” Tears were threatening to well. “It’s like I’m two people and I need them both. I mean am them both. Oh fuck. I don’t know who I am.”

She reached over and took my hand, her face sweet with emotion.

“I know. You’re both. And they are both sweet and kind and beautiful each in their own way. We won’t let anyone take that away baby. It’s going to be OK.”

I was falling hard for her. Was already fallen. Dead flat at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at her like a puppy that just wants to follow her master everywhere she goes. I was hers. Completely.

She squeezed my hand. I gazed into her mesmerizing eyes and swallowed my tears. It was going to be OK. I was going to be OK. With her.

And then we ordered, chatted about everything and nothing and ate. Just enjoying the moment and each other’s company. Just two friends having lunch. It was heaven.

“Now drink up baby girl, we are going shopping.” She winked lovingly at me.

Shopping?

“Where are we going?”

“Just trust me” she smiled.

I did.

—

We walked over to Gardner Avenue, busy as always even on a Sunday. Lined with mostly shops, restaurants and café’s it was the perfect place to find whatever you needed. Diana was easy to chat with, interesting and funny, her joyful nature shining through. My insecurities had taken a back seat and I was finally properly enjoying myself. I had dreamed of something like this but my imagination had never extended to it feeling normal. Just walking and talking. Like proper girlfriends.

Suddenly Diana took my arm and guided me towards the doors of a department store. Fear came rushing back. Walking down the street was comfortably anonymous. Navigating a store and potentially talking to staff was up close and personal. Potential embarrassment material. I knew I would probably blush like a nervous tomato.

“Relax, we just need to find you a handbag. You can’t keep carrying your phone in your hand like that.”

Okay. I could do that. I could buy a handbag without dying of embarrassment. Probably.

The bags and accessories department was right at the door. We looked through it and Diana picked out a nice little brown leather shoulder bag that she said would “go well with nearly everything.”

I started to walk towards the cash register but she grabbed my arm.

“You know, since we are in here, lets browse around a little.” She had a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “You know the store rules right?”

“Uh, what? You break it you buy it?” I was confused.

“No silly, any time we get on an escalator you have to kiss me.” She smiled at me. And pulled me toward the escalator.

She got on first and turned to me, the escalator stairs elevating her head up to mine.

“See? Perfect place for a kiss.”

I leaned in to give her a light kiss on the lips, but she pulled me in and planted a real one on my mouth. And held it.

I melted into her kiss, forgetting everything and everyone around us.

“There you go baby” she said when she let me go again. “Mmmmm you taste so good. Everywhere.” Her breath caressing my neck as she whispered.

There was a reaction in my panties. “Ooommffff” I said, eloquently expressing the feelings of a girl in a department store who feels blood rush to her cock after a particularly sexy kiss from her girlfriend.

“You liked that baby?” her eyes suddenly hungry with lust. “There’s more when we go down.”

She turned and we stepped off, straight into the lingerie section.

Of course.

“Erm…” She took my hand and pulled me into the jungle of lace and bras.

“Uh, Diana? Please?”

“Don’t worry baby, just going to check something.” My head swam in the sea of pretty lace and silk. Oh how I had wished for the courage to walk into a store and buy lingerie for myself. An now I was here. Could I pass up the opportunity?

The decision was made for me. Diana approached a sales lady and asked if they had any lingerie sets that catered to AA cups. I blushed furiously as the woman gave us a quick glance and came to the obvious conclusion that it was my small bosom that was in need of said support.

I almost started to make excuses to get away, but she just smiled and said “Of course, right over here” and led us to another section.

“These are our matching sets, both lace and satin. You can also get more floral patterns and silk over to florya escort your right. Many of these come in AA cups, you will see the sizes on the hangers.”

She looked at me. “As you see many of the sets have matching garter belts, and we do carry stockings if you are interested in finishing the look?” She smiled at me expectantly.

“Uhm…”

“Yes please” Diana took charge. “Some black holdups and fishnets would be nice, if you have them.”

“Certainly.”

As she whisked away to find the stockings Diana rummaged in the racks and brought out two sets of amazing looking sets of lacy things, one deep red and the other green. I had never owned or tried a bra but these looked really pretty with the rest.

“What do you think?” she asked, “Red or green? Or do you like some other color better?”

“Jesus” I blurted. “They are beautiful.” I ran my hand over the lace.

“Wait until you see yourself in them baby. You are going to look so fucking hot.”

I was feeling hot already. Just being there in this lacy heaven was such a thrill. Discussing what lingerie I should wear, how I would look in it.

“Have we decided?” Our helpful lady was back with some stockings.

“We’ll take these two” Diana said, “and the stockings.”

“Excellent, very well chosen if I may say so” the woman smiled at me and led us to the register.

My face burned as Diana declared “my treat baby” as the sales lady tallied up the items.

“Thank you and I hope you will be very happy with your purchase” she said smiling at me as we finished and turned away.

I was still flushed red and I could see Diana smirking to herself as she took me towards the changing rooms. I stiffened.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to make you try them on here. We’ll do that at home.”

We slipped behind one of the curtains. I could hear women shuffling in and out of clothes around us.

Diana leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Show me my panties.”

My cock raged. My breath shallowed. I put everything down and my fingers found the hem of my dress and started to lift it.

“No, not like this. Take it off.” I must have looked incredulous. There were people just on the other side of that thin curtain. What if someone opened it?

“Take. It. Off.” Her face was serious. The lust burned in her eyes. Lust for me. Making me take off my dress was making her horny. I loved that.

“Yes Diana” I said. Her stare was intense.

I pulled off my cardigan and let it drop. My eyes held steady on her face. I reached up to my neck and unfastened the button that held the back together. I pulled the dress over my shoulders, then let it fall to the floor around my ankles.

I stood there naked except for my flats and her lavender lace thong. I had loved all our “showing” sessions, but this was way beyond those. A thousand times better. I ached with excitement. I was so horny I thought I would explode. She just stood still, her eyes roaming my body, a little smile playing on her lips. Lust colouring her face.

“Turn around” she said. I did. And stood face to face with a full length mirror. And myself.

Jamie stood there, pretty in her accented makeup, her little nipples perked up, her pale smooth body carrying the lavender lace well, her girlcock trying to burst from it’s prison. Behind her Diana stood fully dressed, obviously admiring the view.

“Turn” she said again and as I turned she stepped closer, her lips finding mine and her fingers tracing the outline of my cock through the thin material. I groaned as she touched me.

“Quiet” she whispered, and squeezed me with her fingers. It felt so good. But I held my moan.

“You are such a slut Jamie. I love how much of a slut you are. Walking around in public with a hard cock under your dress? And wearing someone elses dirty panties? Tsk tsk. You should be ashamed.

She fell to her knees and pulled down the front of the panties. My cock sprang free, rock hard in front of her face. She stroked it slowly. I was in heaven.

“Would you like me to suck it Jamie? Do you want me to suck that cute little girlcock?” Her teasing eyes looking up at me. I could only nod and hope.

“Well you are going to have to wait. You’ve got to earn it baby.”Then she gave it a quick kiss on the head and stood up.

“Put on your clothes and meet me out front. Be quick baby. I’m taking you home.” She turned quickly, swept open the curtain and left, drawing it again.

I just stood there pulsating, rock hard, sweating. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cum so bad. The brief touch of her lips still burning on my cock. I tried to get it to fit back into the panties but there was no chance. At last I drew it up towards my stomach and tried to make the panties hold it up against my body. It didn’t really work. I put the dress back on and nearly panicked over the obvious bulge in the front. I threw on my cardigan again and grabbed my shopping bag. It would have to do. Holding it strategically in front of me I exited the curtain and walked down the corridor. It felt horrible and awesome.

Diana was waiting at the escalators.

She took my hand smiling.

When she pulled me in for the obligatory kiss her lips stopped close to mine and her eyes met mine, her face a combination of playfulness and lust.

“So that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she whispered.

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“My girlfriend thinks you’re gay.”

“What?!! What did you just say?” Bobby said incredulously to his friend Carl.

“You heard me,”….”Sarah thinks you are gay,” Carl smirked.

“Well she’s wrong,” Bobby replied.

“We’ll see,” Carl continued.

Bobby sat there and stewed inside as the two boys sat on the couch watching the game.

“When she comes home we’ll ask her,” Carl chimed in after a few minutes of silence.

“No! Lets not. I’m sure you’re just making this up,” Bobby pleaded.

“OK. When she gets home we’ll see if she brings it up,” Carl conceded.

Bobby still lived at home while his longtime friend Carl lived in a small apartment with his girlfriend Sarah. A few beers later after the game was over Sarah came home from shopping. Leaving her bags by the door she sat on the couch between Carl and Bobby. After some small talk Sarah smiled at Carl and then smirked at Bobby. Whispering something in Carl’s ear he responded with glee:

“Go for it!” Carl grinned.

Turning to Bobby she whispered something in his ear too. Bobby could not believe what she just said to him. Sarah was a hottie. Slim, long brunette hair, perfect tiny little ass that looked good in tight jeans like she was now wearing. Her breasts were fairly small but fine and firm and always enticing in the tight tops she wore. Bobby was envious of Carl being with Sarah, not that he would ever be so lucky. Trying to process what she had said to him he was in a daze. Her voice was sultry as her words stunned him, aroused him, embarrassed him, humiliated him, haunted his soul:

“If you put on a pair of my panties, I’ll show you my titties,” rattled inside his head.

Bobby still could not believe what she just said.

“Come on let’s go,” she said getting up pulling Bobby by the hand.

Looking sheepishly at her and then at Carl he followed her into the bedroom. Standing in a daze Bobby watched as she rummaged through her pantie drawer. Sarah produced a pair of silky pink bikini panties. They were bright pink with tiny white polka dots, white lace trim and a pretty pink bow in front. She held them up with both hands showing him:

“See! Aren’t they pretty! You will look lovely in them,” Sarah beamed.

Bobby looked scared though inside he was bursting with excitement.

“Come on, off with your clothes,” Sarah chided. Bobby was hesitant.

“Here I’ll start,” she said peeling off her tight fitting tee shirt revealing a stunning light pink demi-bra holding her firm little titties in place. Bobby would have put on her panties just to see her like this in her bra and jeans, let alone her naked titties.

Kicking off his shoes and pulling down his pants Bobby soon stood there in only his tee shirt.

“Everything off Hun, lets see,” she implored.

Taking off his shirt he stood there naked to her, his little penis shriveled and scared. Sarah opened up the panties for Bobby to step into. Pulling them into place Bobby’s penis sprouted and began to tent significantly in the silky pink undergarment.

“Very cute,” Sarah remarked as she admired the scared boy in her pink panties. “OK, now to keep my promise,” she said as she unsnapped her bra. In amazement Bobby stared at her magnificent little titties. His penis grew hard.

“Let’s put this on too,” Sarah said as she lifted the bra to put on Bobby.

Sarah smelled divine and Bobby was floating as she fitted his arms through the straps and snapped the bra into place brushing into him several times with her naked titties. Bobby was shaking with excitement, he had never been this aroused in his entire life. The panties felt scintillating and wearing Sarah’s bra was an experience beyond belief, especially getting to look at her naked titties at the same time.

“You look fabulous! Let’s go even farther and I’ll do your makeup,” Sarah exclaimed.

Sarah had Bobby shave his face (though at 19 and being a skinny boy shorter than her 5’7″ he barely needed to shave) and then started with foundation and soon did his eyebrows, eyes and finished with his lips, making them a luscious glossy pink. She brushed out his wavy hair and with a curling iron and styling gel his appearance was that of a tantalizing sexy girl.

“Let’s find some shoes for you,” Sarah went on as she began rummaging through her closet. Finding a a pair of strappy black patent leather high heel sandals she went on:

“These should fit. But ‘know what? Let’s paint your toes first, you’ll just love it!” she exclaimed, radiant in her quest to lead Bobby to femininity.

Bobby loved all the attention he was getting. He loved the way the panties and bra felt & looked on him, he loved being made up like a girl, he loved feeling feminine. And yes while he loved looking at Sarah’s lovely naked titties as she put bright pink nail polish on his toenails he was feeling more than a little gay. She pulled out a blow dryer to speed up the drying and when the nail polish was set she helped him bomonti escort into the high heels.

“Wow!” she said as he stood up wobbly in the petite strappy heels. “Lets see you walk,” she went on.

Taking one of his hands she led him around the room and then let go, letting him walk on his own. “Bobbi” was smitten. It all happened so fast. Here he was in panties and a bra walking around in high heels toes painted pink and face and hair made up into a sweet feminine girl. Except for the penis tenting in the pink panties he was wearing you would have no doubts he was a girl.

“I have to pee,” Bobbi whispered to Sarah as he went into the bathroom. Being too wobbly to stand and pee like a boy, he pulled the panties down, sat down and tried to wish away his erection so he could pee. Finally it subsided enough so he could relieve himself from the beers he had with Carl.

“Don’t forget to wipe, to keep your panties clean,” Sarah commented as she sat on the bed.

Bobbi wiped and pulled up his panties. His penis sprang to life again as he glanced in the mirror seeing what a pretty, sexy girl he had become. The high heels were intoxicating and he felt so very feminine. He loved girls and their beauty but he also really loved what was happening to him, how feminine he felt and looked, he had never been more aroused. Maybe he was gay, he thought, this just feels so good.

“Have you ever sucked a cock?” Sarah inquired.

“No! Come on Sarah,” he lied.

Bobby’s friend Pete had an older brother Mark who caught Bobby and Pete looking at Mark’s stash of girlie magazines and forced the two younger boys take turns sucking his big cock. Mark secretly coaxed Bobby to come over when he was alone to suck his cock. Over the span of a year and a half Bobby had sucked Mark’s cock dozens of times. On several occasions Mark would throw Bobby a pair of his sister’s panties to put on while he sucked Mark’s cock. Bobbi did not want to admit to himself he might be gay but secretly sucking cocking was so exciting he could not stop. After Mark went to college Bobby slid into a deep funk. He wanted a girlfriend but he also wanted a cock to suck, he had neither.

“I’m pretty sure Carl would love it if you would,” she said matter of factly.

Just then Carl was standing at the doorway.

“Well, well, well! What do we have here?” Carl exclaimed.

“Isn’t she cute!” Sarah chimed in.

“Man I gotta pee,” Carl said as he barreled into the bathroom needing relief from the afternoon’s beer drinking. Sarah and Bobbi could hear the loud stream splash into the toilet.

Carl ambled back in the bedroom with a wide grin on his face, his pants unzipped, his long half hard cock exposed. Without a word he stood before Bobbi in anticipation.

“You can do this,” Sarah whispered in Bobbi’s ear as she gently pushed him by the shoulder to his knees.

Acting as if he was uncertain about doing this he reached both hands onto Carl’s cock and looked sheepishly up at Sarah. Bobbi looked sexy, amazing. Carl shuddered to Bobbi’s touch on his penis and his cock grew hard as Bobbi played with it. Sarah looked stunning too, topless in jeans her pert little titties proudly on display for the two boys. She gently pushed Bobbi’s head into Carl’s now massively hard cock. Without any hesitation Bobbi’s mouth hungrily engulfed his best friend’s cock under the delighted gaze of Sarah. Any pretense that Bobbi was hesitant, afraid or new to sucking cock vanished as Sarah and Carl marveled at the eagerness with which Bobbi devoured Carl’s cock. Someone that eager, that enthusiastic, that cock hungry was no stranger to sucking cock. Carl let out a low moan as Bobbi sucked on his cock. Sarah kissed him as he reached for her titties. The stimulation of kissing his girlfriend and playing with her luscious little titties while his friend Bobby, now “Bobbi” dressed as a girl, sucking on his cock was wildly exciting. This whole scene was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to him and to Bobbi too.

Bobbi didn’t care about anything else right now just about the big hard cock in his mouth. He finally had another cock to suck and it felt good. Really, really good. He was happy Sarah led him on this path, happy to suck cock again, amazed that he was made feminine and coaxed into being gay under the gaze of such a hottie. His own much smaller cock was hard as steel peeking out of the pink panties. He worked Carl’s cock with loving attention removing it at times to pull on its length and admire it, kiss it, sniff it as he pressed his face into it then licked the big hairy balls as he jacked on it before wholeheartedly re-engulfing it in his mouth and piston-ing it hungrily in and out with unabashed gayness and devotion. Yeah Sarah was right, he was gay. So what? This was hot, this is what he longed for, for such a long time. The secret was out, now he could enjoy being himself. Sarah made it better by dolling him up. Being gay and feminine cihangir escort made it hotter. Bobbi had no idea it could be this good. It was intoxicating to feel so femme and to act so gay. Just having Sarah in the room topless and her pretty little titties showing while he sucked Carl’s cock made him feel oh so feminine. Sarah, having put him in her panties, her bra, putting makeup on him, then stockings and high heels was a fantasy he never dared dream, now it was a reality.

Carl was close. Bobbi looked adorable with Carl’s cock in his mouth, the make-up job by Sarah heightening his femininity though the lipstick had long since been slobbered off all over his hard cock. He watched with Sarah as Bobbi devoured his cock. “This is so hot” she whispered over and over in his ear. Sarah loved sucking cock but for Carl this was amazing having his newly outed gay friend suck his cock while his girlfriend watched. There is something so utterly decadent having another guy suck your cock, much different than when a girl sucks your cock. Guys love having their cocks sucked and the forbidden fruit of having another guy suck you off makes it all the sweeter. At this point Carl did not care. He just wanted to cum. In that pre-orgasmic state of heightened anticipation, heightened stimulation, heightened arousal the mind wanders, the mind races, the thoughts of past sex, future sex, to ‘right now what is happening is so fucking hot I don’t care how gay it is I love it sex’ triggers the latch that opens the gates so horses can stampede free.

In one loud moan, it happened. Uncontrollably Carl humped his cock in jagged thrusts in to Bobbi’s mouth. Then as the river of cum began to flow he just stood there allowing Bobbi to service his cock to completion as he and Sarah watched in amazement. The way that Bobbi hungrily sucked his cock off start to finish taking every gob of jizz that spasm-ed from him demonstrated what a proficient little cocksucker Bobbi truly was. Carl’s moans of pleasure continued as Bobbi’s attentiveness with his mouth on Carl’s cock continued and Carl grabbed another handful of titty kissing Sarah forcefully.

“Wow!” burst out as Carl broke the kiss and Bobbi had finally pulled his face away from Carl’s cock. “Who knew you were such a good little cocksucker?”

“I knew,” Sarah beamed.

At this point only Carl had cum; Bobbi stood up with his little penis hard in the pink panties and Sarah now removing her jeans and sandals. She had on the matching pink panties to the bra Bobbi was wearing and flung herself on the bed. In agitated thrusts she rubbed her pussy through the panties and Carl removed his clothes and joined her on the bed kissing her neck and playing with her lovely little titties. Sarah motioned Bobbi next to her by the bed and reached with her free hand for Bobbi’s hard penis. As she fondled the boy’s penis protruding from her cute panties that she made him wear Bobbi humped his hard penis into her soft feminine hand. This went on for a few moments as she then pulled Bobbi by the cock on the bed up over her titties. Bobbi began to hump his excited penis onto the soft flesh of her pretty titties. In a playful fit she grabbed one of Carl’s hands and placed it on Bobbi’s penis and pulled it back and forth indicating for him to jack off the other boy. Carl obliged and reached for Bobbi’s cock. For Bobbi all the stimulation of being turned femme and then sucking off Carl in front of Sarah made the feeling of Carl’s manly hand on his penis as it brushed against Sarah’s soft titties too much. In excited spurts Bobbi’s penis began to ejaculate huge gobs of cum all over Sarah’s pretty little titties and Carl’s hand as she continued to rub her pussy through her panties. He humped his penis feverishly into Carl’s hand as the last dribbles of cum speckled Sarah’s awesome titties.

Sarah was flummoxed. Her pussy ached. She had brought on this whole crazy sex scene. Her titties were splattered with cum.

“OK boys, lick,” she said looking at Bobbi, then at Carl with a devilish grin.

She continued rubbing her swollen pussy as she watched in amazement as the boys tentatively leaned their faces to Sarah’s cum soaked titties. Bobbi need no encouragement and began licking his own cum off her pretty little tittes not believing how fortunate the day had become and how sweet her little titties tasted cum or no cum. Carl needed a little coaxing as Sarah guided his face to her free breast and he began to tentatively lick her beautiful cum coated titty. Being coaxed into tasting another boy’s cum was kinky, erotic and exciting, especially with guidance and approval of Sarah. She wanted to see the boys kiss each other but did not want to press things. Carl’s cock was getting hard again. He could fuck Sarah three times in one day, on occasion four times, so a 20 year old boy getting hard again was a pretty common thing, especially after the erotic sex play with Bobbi, Carl was so hard again his cock ached. Sarah peeled kurtuluş escort off her panties and jacked and fondled Carl’s throbbing, glistening cock. Without delay she pulled it inside of her and they began to fuck. Bobbi watched in rapt amazement as they fucked with Sarah holding in her hand the panties she had just removed. In a playful fit she lifted the pink panties up to Bobbi’s face.

Bobbi needed no encouragement as he eagerly snatched the panties and held them to his nose. Inhaling deeply, the scent of pussy was intoxicating and his head spun as Carl continued to pound his cock into Sarah. She was grinning at this even through her enjoyment of getting fucked. As was her mischievous nature she snatched the panties away from Bobbi and put the sweet smelling cotton panel up to Carl’s nose. Not needing anymore stimulation but readily accepting the kinkiness of sniffing her panties as they fucked this only drove him to be uncontrollably tribal in his thrusts. With all that had gone on with Sarah and Bobbi the lovely scent of the panties and the kinkiness of it all proved to be too much. In loud moans Carl’s cock spasm-ed many ejaculations of cum up into his sweetie. Sarah was close too, begging him on but he was spent. After sliding off of her Carl reclined on the bed trying to register all that had happened as Sarah whispered into Bobbi’s ear.

Needing no prodding he licked Carl’s cum coated cock clean as Sarah smirked a little more to herself. She then guided Bobbi’s face between her legs to seal the deal. Her pussy sopping with cum, Bobbi began lapping at it as would a kitten to a bowl of milk. Though very inexperienced at licking pussy it was never the less perhaps the most erotic thing he had ever done and the dual pleasure of tasting cum and pussy at the same time was something he would cherish forever. Sarah moaned encouragement saying “oh yes” when he hit the right spot and “don’t fucking stop” as she egged him on holding his head in place as Carl watched in his own sex shrouded gaze. Sarah bucked up and down and her breathing got heavy. In one low exasperated moan she stiffened then went limp.

Bobbi came up for air his face flush with the wonderful scent of pussy and the tangy, pungent taste of Carl’s cum on his lips. He had never experienced a more wonderful sexual outing as what he had just done with Carl and Sarah. Still in Sarah’s bra, panties, high heels and make up he was hard again as the silky pink panties tented his little penis. Bobbi was so horny and worked up by this sexual awakening it was as if he was possessed. On his knees he began masturbating in front of the reclining Sarah and Carl, both naked and spent. Long past caring what they may think of him his gayness now revealed and reveling in his homosexual leanings Bobbi picked up the wonderful soiled panties and drank in the scent as he jacked off in front of the other two. Furiously he jacked on his penis and after several long minutes of masturbating and sniffing Sarah’s panties excited spurts of cum flew out all over both Carl and Sarah as they grinned bemusedly. ………..

“So what made you think Bobby was gay?” Carl asked as he lay in bed with Sarah that night.

“It wasn’t too hard,” Sarah replied as she stroked Carl’s hardening cock. “Shelly’s brother has been gay forever and he told me everything.”

“Everything about being gay?” Carl inquired.

“Brandon told me everything about gay guys and guys that are gay or should be gay but don’t really know it or show it. Things like ‘alpha’ guys, beta guys, tops and bottoms,” Sarah went on. Just talking about this and what happened earlier in the day made Carl’s cock harder than ever with Sarah still gently stroking it.

“And?” Carl managed as his hard cock was clouding his thinking.

“Well you know. An alpha male as the aggressor, the top and more masculine and the beta being the bottom more submissive and more feminine,” Sarah explained. “Brandon says every guy has had a gay experience with another at least once in his life even if he’s totally straight. Also said most guys would have sex with another guy as long as no one else would find out, fascinating really,” as she grinned at Carl as if to see if he was flinching at this statement.

“But what made you think Bobby was gay?” as if to redirect the previous statements from Sarah.

“Oh just a premonition. When was the last time Bobby had a girlfriend? Brandon said guys that are timid around girls are more likely to be gay,” she continued. “What about you, did you think Bobby was gay?”

“Never really thought about it, he’s just my friend,” Carl mused.

“Ever had sex with another boy before today?” Sarah pried.

“Sarah! Why do you ask that? Yes, most boys jack off together at some point growing up, a brother or friend. Doesn’t mean you’re gay,” Carl replied. “I’m not gay. Look at all the sex we have. You started it today.”

“But you enjoyed it,” she quizzed as Carl placed his hand over hers to hasten the pace of her jacking on his cock.

“Fuck yes it was hot! You liked it too. I can’t explain why I like sex even if it’s kinky and bi. Not sure now what to do now that I had sex with my best friend, kind of changes things doesn’t it?” he said as he urged her on as she played with his cock. “I’m about ready to blow.”

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(Onceki hikayeden devam..) Bahar gelmis, havalar ısınmıştı. Bir aksam, bizim hanim isguzarlik etmis, raki sofrasi hazirlamis ve Neşe ıle kocasini bizim deniz manzarali balkonda yemege davet etmisti. Bizim hanim askili bir penye giymisti. Yemekleri servis etmek icin sofraya dogru egildikce, sunepe Mehmet icine dusecek gibi memelere bakiyordu. Ben de karsidan Neşe’yI kesiyordum. Bu kizi gormek bile, benimkinin kalkmasina yetiyordu. Yemek boyunca, goz ucuyla Neşe’yI kestim durdum. Bu arada, sikim, pantolonumun icinde yine patlayacak gibi olmustu. Bir an dusununce kendi kendime gulumsedim; masadaki kisilerin birbirleri ile iliskileri ne ilgincti!

Mehmet, karima atliyordu. Bunu, kendi karisi da biliyordu, ama benim bilmedigimi saniyordu. Acaba su anda benim hakkimda ne dusunuyordu?

Neşe’yi ben bir guzel sikmistim. Bunu, karim da biliyordu, ama kocasi bilmiyordu. Bence asil boynuzlu Mehmet’ti. Ben, karimi, Neşe’yi elde etmek icin Mehmet’in altina gonderiyordum. Ama o salak, karisina atladigimi bilmiyordu. Acaba bilse karisina ne yapardi?

Neşe ve karim, hem benle, hem de Mehmet’le, birbirlerinin onunde yaptiklari icin her seyi biliyorlardi.

Yemek boyunca, biz Mehmet’le maclardan, piyasalardan falan konusurken, hanimlarda dedikodu yapiyorlardi. Bir ara, Neşe, evinden getirip, bizim firina attigi boregine bakmak icin mutfaga gitti. Ben de, hemen arkasindan, “depoda adamlarin hala calistiklarini ve kontrol icin bir telefon edecegimi” soyleyip, kalktim. Neşe, boregi firindan cikartmis, mutfaktaki masanin uzerinde kesiyordu. Ben de mutfaga girip, bir sure, mini etekli bacaklarini, kalcalarini seyrettim. Sonra, buzdolabindan su almak bahanesi ile arkasindan gecerken, masaya dogru domalmis gotune surtundum. Kalkmis yarragimi hissedince, hafifce tebessum etti. Buzdolabindan su ictikten sonra, yine arkasindan gecerken, bu sefer, tam pozisyonda pres uyguladim. Topuklu terlikleri nedeniyle boylarimiz denk olmustu. Yarragim kalcalarinin arasina denk gelmisti. Hem utanarak, hem de cekinerek, bana;
– Ay, Sami n’apiyorsun? Mehmet icerde.. Rezalet cikar valla.
dediyse de, ok yaydan cikmisti. Iyice uzerine abanip, ellerimi kotuk altlarindan gecirip, goguslerini kavradim, ve
– Birak ya o sunepe kocani! Sarhos oldu gormuyor musun? Yerinden kipirdayacak hali yok.
diyip, boynunu, kulak memelerini opmeye, yalamaya basladim. Onumde kivraniyor, ama rezalet cikmasin diye, birak bagirmayi, yuksek sesle bile konusamiyordu. Firsattan istifade, bir elimle, onden etegini kaldirip, kulotunu aralayip, amini oksarken, diger elimle de tisortunu siyirdim ve sutyeninin uzerinden goguslerini sıkıştırmaya, avuclamaya basladim. Sonunda Neşe de cozulmustu.

Amini parmaklaya, parmaklaya Nese’yi acayip azdirmistim. Biraz aralanip, pantolonun kemerini acip, fermuarimi indirdim. Koca yarragim, yay gibi, zink diye ortaya cikti. Dimdikti. Nihayet ozgurlugune kavusmustu. Simdi cok sevdigi amcigi ile bulusacakti. Neşe’nin etegini, beline kadar siyirip, kulotunu yana cektim. Kalcalarindan hafifce tutup, yukari kaldirdim ve yarragim, tam onun aminin hizasina gelince, yavasca asagiya biraktim. Kızışmış Neşe, derin bir nefes alip, “ohhh” diyerek, yarragimin, amciginin derinliklerine dogru yol almasina izin verdi. Neşe’yi masaya yaslamis, guzel bir tempo tutturmus, gidip, geliyorduk. Sirilsiklam amcigina, sehvetle kokune kadar sokuyordum. Tam bu sirada Meltem’in terliklerinin sesini duydum. Neşe de duyunca bir ara duraladi.
– Korkma, Meltem bu.
dedim. O da anlayinca, sanki bir sey yokmus gibi, sikismeye devam etti. Kapiya bakinca karimi gordum. Bizi gorunce sasirdi. Neşe, karima bakiyor, gulumsuyor, ama hic umurunda bile olmadan tutkuyla sikismeye devam ediyordu. Ben de, vermisim yarragi iceri, karimin onunde, Nese’nin amcigina kokledikce kokluyordum. Meltem bana;
– Ah Sami! Kizin kocasi icerde… Ve senin onu becerdigini bilmiyor. Ne cesaret bu ikinizdeki?
diyince, ben de;
– Idare et karicim… Oyala onu.
dedim. Neşe de, sanki yari baygin;
– Ohh… Bu kocanin sikine daynamiyorum… Meltem, git n’parsan yap, sikis istersen kocamla… Aman gelmesin buraya o Mehmet.
diyince, biz karimla ile birbirimize bakip gulustuk. Neşe benim yarraga isterik olmustu. Karim, daha fazla oyalanmadan, iceri Mehmet’in yanina gitti. Daha sonra anlattigina gore; Mehmet, hem, ben gelir, basarim diye korkmus, hem de, bizim hanimin ellenmedik yerini birakmamis o aksam. Neşe, benden once bosalinca, kizi kirletip, ugrastirmayayim diye, masa uzerinden kaptigim peceteye bosaldim. Kiz benim fiskirtmalarimi gorunce;
– Sami, amma bosaldin ayol! Simdi anladim, sen beni becerdikten sonra, ertesi gun bile, oramdan senin spermlerin geldi. Habire donumu degistirmek zorunda kaldim.
diyince gulustuk.

Neşe, banyoda temizlenip, balkona gecip, boreklerimizi servis etti. Ben de, sanki telefonla konusuyormus ayaklarinda balkona geri dondum. Mehmet cakirkeyif bir halde, karisina, nerede kaldin diye sorunca, Neşe;
– Ne oldu ki? Geldim, bes dakkada iste.
diyince, bu salak da yedi.

ENISTE BEY VE KARIM

Bir kac hafta sonra, bizim hanim balkonda otururken, Mehmet’in Almanya’dan enistesinin geldigini gormus.
Bir ogleden sonra, nasil olsa Mehmet ile enistesi iştedirler diye, karim, cat kapi Neşeler’e inmis. Uzerinde, neredeyse ici gozuken, incecik bir yazlik elbise varmis. Neşe, kapiyi neseyle acmis. Karsisinda karimi gorunce biraz sasirmis. Ama tabii ki buyur etmis.

Meltem salona gecerken havada bir sogukluk sezmis, hemen bir tahmis yurutmus.

– Kiz n’oldu.. Bozuldun mu geldigime? Eniste mi evde yoksa?
diye hinzir, hinzir gulmus. Bu arada Neşe’yi bastan asagi soyle bir suzmus. Nese’nin uzerinde gogus kismi dantelli, saten bir kombinezon varmis. Kombinezonun ici oldugu gibi gorunuyormus. Icine ne don, ne sutyen, hic bir sey giymemis. Karim; “uykudan kaldirdim desem… Yok, yok degildir.” diye dusunmus. Cunki, Nese, sanki ahbaplarina güne gidecekmis gibi makyajliymis. Tam, karsikili birbirlerine ne diyecekler diye dusunurlerken, kapi calmis.

Veee iste eniste! Arkasinda da Mehmet. Bizim hanim, ogle uzeri, onlarin eve geldigini gorunce cok sasirmis. Ama hemen vaziyeti cakmis. Belli ki, bunlar enisteyle alem yapacaklarmis. Eniste, Meltem’i gorunce biraz sasirmis, ama gozlerini karimin uzerinden alamiyormus. Mehmet, karimi gorunce sevinmis. Enisteye;
– Eniste bak bu Meltem… Bizim ust kat komsumuz… Hani sana anlatmistim yaa…
diyince, bizim hanim, Mehmet’in onu nasil siktigini enisteye anlatmis, anlasilan diye dusunmus. Mehmet karisina sarilip
– Oh yavrum… Cok seksisin bu gun yine..
diyip, dudaklarina yumulmus. Kart zampara eniste bey, gelip, sanki kirk yillik ahbabiymis gibi, belinden sarilip, bizim hanimin yanaklarina opucuk kondurmus. Kulagina yavasca;
– Mehmet, cok bastan cikartici bir hanimefendi oldugunuzu soylemisti ama, bu kadar da baş döndürücü oldugunuzu dusunmemistim. Bir kadinda ilk baktigim yer kalcalaridir. Iri kalcali kadinlar aklimi basimdan aliyorlar. Sizin kalcalariniza hayran kaldim.
diye, karima yikama, yaglama cekiyor, kompliman uzerine kompliman yapiyormus. Adam, neredeyse 60 yasina yakin, beyaz sacli, ama dinc gorumlu birisiymis. Bu arada Mehmet, salonun orta yerinde, karisiyla opusuyor, kombinezonunun eteklerini kaldirip, karisinin arkasina doladigi elleriyle, Neşe’nin ciplak kalcalarini oksuyormus. Bu arada, Nese, bir karima, bir enisteye bakiyor, onlarin onunde kocasiyla yiyismekten aldigi zevkle gulumsuyormus. Karim bu manzara karsisinda ve enistenin erotik komplimanlarindan oldukca etkilenmis ve tahrik olmus.

Eniste karima iyice yaklasip;
– Parfumunuz harika kokuyor.
diyip, boynuna bir opucuk kondurmus. Sonra opucukler artmis ve yanak kenarlarindan dudak kenarlarina dogru gelmis. Adam dilini biraz cikartmis, bastan cikartici bir sekilde karimin dudak kenarlarini yaliyormus. Karim aldigi zevkle, buyulenmis gibi hic bir sey diyemeden, ayakta oylece kalakalmis. Adam vucudunu iyice karima yaslayinca, Meltem, herifin sikini, aminin uzerinde hissetmis. Azgin herif, pantolonunun fermuarini acip, ahlaksizca sikini disari cikartmis ve hic cekinmeden karimin dudaklarina yumulmus. Herif karimin ellerini tutup yarragina goturmus. Karim, hic mi hic tanimadigi, hem de yasini basini almis bir herifin yarragini, komsularinin gozleri onunde avuclarina alinca, sehvetten aminin sulandigini hissetmis. Dayanamayip, herifin avuclarina verdigi yarragi sivazlamaya baslamis. Adam, bizim hanimin elbisesini cikartmis, kulotunu asagiya indirmis ve sutyeninin kopcalarini arkadan cozmus. Karim cirilciplak kalmis. Eniste bey, kendi uzerindekileri de bir çırpıda çıkartıp, çırılçıplak, karimla ayakta sevismeye baslamis. Bu arada, Mehmet’le Neşe’ye yaklasmislar. Eniste elini uzatip, Neşe’nin kalcalarini oksamaya baslamis. Sonra da elini, arkasindan, kizin apus arasina sokup, amini parmaklamaya baslamis. Ayni seyi Mehmet de bizim hanima yapmis. Herifler, kizlarin amlarini oksarlarken, benim azgin karim, bir eliyle enistenin yarragini, digeriyle de Mehmet’inkini avuclamis. Yani, kimin eli, kimin cebinde belli degilmis. Sonra, Mehmet, Neşe’yi cevirip, arkasina gecince, Meltem de sirtini enisteye verip, Neşe’yle karsi, karsiya gelmis. Bunlar iki kizismis kari, once opusmekle baslamislar. Opusurlerken, sehvetle birbirlerinin goguslerini oksuyor, sıkıştırıyorlar, memelerini karsilikli birbirlerine bastiriyorlarmis. Neşe, karimin goguslerini yalamak icin one egilince, Mehmet arkadan karisina gecirmis. Neşe, hem bizim hanimin goguslerini yaliyor, hem de kocasi tarafindan sikiliyormus. Sonra, enistesinin, Meltem’in apus arasina girip, cikan yarragini gormus… Iyice domalmis… Enistenin siki bizim hanimin apus arasindan girip, ciktikca Nese, herifin sepsert olmus sikini, agzina sokup, cikartmaya baslamis. Ara, sira karimin amini da yaliyormus. Enistede ki zevke bak; yarragini bizim hanimin apus arasina vermis, karimin islak amcigina firca kayiyor, hem de siki karimin onunden ciktikca dogru yegeninin karisinin agzina giriyor…

Mehmet daha fazla dayanamayip, gelmis. Bir, kac git, gelden sonra Neşe de, her zamanki ufak cigliklari ile bosalmis. Bunun uzerine, eniste, halen ayakta dururlarken, karimi kendisine dogru cevirip, yine dudaklarina yapismis ve eliyle, onden, sikini karimin sirilsiklam amina sokmus. Mehmet, bu pozisyonu gorunce, hemen odadan cep telefonunu kapip, kayit yapmaya baslamis. Bir yandan cekim yaparken, bizim hanima;
– Kizim ben sana demedim mi? Enistem am buldumu havada, karada siker.
demis. Nese biraz saskinlikla;
– Ay kizi ayakta goturuyor ayol.
diye mirildanmis. Bizim hanim, komsularin gozu onunde tutkuyla sikismekten, cok degisik bir zevk almis. Sonunda Inliye, inliye bosalmis. Karimin bosaldigini hisseden, tecrubeli, kart zampara da hic sormadan ve de cekinmeden, oldugu gibi karimin icine fiskirtmis. Meltem, orasini eliyle tutarak banyoya yollanmis.

Cikinca, bunlarin yatak odasindan gelen seslerini duymus. Uzerine doladigi havluyla yatak odalarina yonelmis. Eniste, yegeninin karisiyla yatakta sevisiyormus. Ahlaksiz herif, Neşe’nin orasina yumulmus, kizin amini yaliyor, emiyormus. Kiz perisan olmus. Aminin dudaklarini icten yaliyor, sonra, komple, diliyle firca cekiyormus. Mehmet de yine cep telefonu ile video cekiyormus. Derken, herif sirtustu yatinca, Neşe ihtirasla uzerine binmis, enistenin yarragini, eliyle sivazlayarak amcigina sokmus. Ata biner gibi, hoplayip, duruyormus. Nese, belli ki inanilmaz tahrik olmus. Kocasina donup, sehvetle;
– Hadi sende gel.
diyince, Mehmet, her zaman oldugu gibi, kamerayi iyi bir açıyla, sabit bir yere koyup, karisinin arkasinda yerini almis. Kizismis Neşe bunlara;
– Ay bu sefer degisik bir sey yapalim. Mehmetcim sen de amima sok bakalim… Iyice doldurun icini.
diyip, kendisini kocasina dogru yaslamis. Mehmet sasirmis, ama karisinin dedigini yapmis. Enistesinin yarraginin yanina, kendisininkini de sigdirmis. Karisinin vicik, vicik amcigina sikini daldirmis. Simdi, Neşe’nin amcigina iki yarrak birden girip, cikiyormus. Isterik Nese, ara, sira one dogru egilip, memelerini zevkle enistenin gogsune surtturup, adami sehvetle, somurarak opuyormus. Karim bu manzara karsisinda cok tahrik olmus ve parmaklari ile kendisini sikmeye baslamis. Neşe, karima donup;
– Ohh Meltemcim, cok zevkli… Iki yarrak amimda… Bayilacam zevkten.
diyormus. Sonra da kocasi ile enistesine donup;
– Azgin herifler! Siz nasil hissediyorsunuz? Yarraklariniz birbirine surtununce zevk aliyor musunuz? Ibne olmazsiniz di mi?
diye takiliyormus. Eniste, yegenin karisini, yegeni ile birlikte hirildaya, hirildaya sikerken, Nese’ye;
– Senin bu sıkı amin kimsede yok kizim. Al bak iste!
diyip, kizin icine bosalmis. Ardindan kocasi da bosalinca, kizin ami, sperm havuzuna donmus.

Nese, kosarak yikanmaya gidince, enisteyle, Mehmet, siklerini silip, yatakta yan, yana oylece kalmislar. Neden sonra, bizim hanim gidip, bunlarin arasina girmis. Hala nemli yarraklarini bir, bir oksayip, yeniden dimdik yapmis. Heriflerin elleri, dudaklari, bastan cikartici bir sekilde karimin her yerinde dolasiyormus. Islak sikleri, Meltem`in bacaklarina, kalcalarina, kasiklarina degdikce, karim iyice tahrik oluyor ve bir Nese`nin kocasiyla, bir azgin enisteyle, ne yaptigini bilmez bir bicimde, sehvetle opusuyormus. Eniste, karimi sirt ustu yatirmis. Uzerine cikip, yarragini goguslerinin arasina sıkıştırmış. Memelerini eliyle sıkıştırıp, aralarinda git, gellere baslamis. Siki ustten ciktikca, karimin agzina veriyormus. Karim da, herifin sikinin, goguslerinden cikisini, dili disarida bekliyor, yarragin basi agzina girince, iceride dili ile cevresini yalaya, yalaya enisteyi kendinden geciriyormus . Eniste, karimin bu erotik muamelesine daha fazla dayanamamis. Bosalmamak icin, Meltem`in uzerinden inmis.

Neşe’ye yaptigi gibi, bizim hanimin da amina inip, karimi mahvetmis. Eniste, karimin amini yiyip, bitirirken, bizim hanim da cok fena halde kizismis ve Mehmet’in yarragini agzina almis. Dondurma gibi yaliyor, sanki emzik emer gibi sesli ve tukuruklu emiyormus. Mehmet`ìn cikardigi seslerden anlasildigi kadariyla, herif resmen yamulmus. Karim, agzinda dondurma yalar gibi yaladigi, emdigi Mehmet`in yarragindan aldigi inanilmaz zevk ve enistenin amciginda yaptigi oksama, parmaklama, emme ve yalama calismalarinin sonunda cilgina donmus. Kisa surede cigliklar atarak orgazm olmus. Ve, omrunde boyle bir zevk almamis.

Eniste, karimin apus arasindan yukarilara dogru gelince, karimi yan cevirmis ve arkasinda yerini almis. Karima;
– Meltemcim, hastayim senin bu iri kalcalarina. Gel soyle, şu harika gotune arkadan bir yaslanayim.
diyerek, bizim hanimin arkasina gecmis. Yarragini Meltem`in kalcalarinin arasina sokmus.
– Ohh yavrum! Gotun oyle guzel ki, amina sokmadan, kalcalarina surtsem bile bosalirim.
diyip, karimin arkasinda ileri, geri, gidip, geliyormus. Yarragi, karimin bir apus arasina giriyor, bir kalcalarinin arasinda arka deligine degiyormus. Bizim hanim, enistenin bu konusmalarindan iyice tahrik olmus. O da kalcalarini oynatip, enistenin git, gellerine cevap vermis. Enistenin siki, amina, gotune degdikce iyice kizismis. Eniste, karimin basini nazikce, arkaya, kendisine dogru cevirip, dudaklarina yumulmus. Karimin agzina kendi aminin sulari gelmis. Boyle guzel am yalayan adamin, opusmesi de dogal olarak cok zevkli oluyormus.
Insiyatifi tamamen ele alan eniste, yegenine;
– Mehmet, gel oglum. Sen de komsunun onunde yerini al. Onu da yarraga doyuralim. Karini siktik, Meltem`e ayip olmasin, misafirdir.
diye espri ile karisik, Mehmet`i yanlarina cagirmis.

Mehmet, bizim hanimin onunde yerini almis. Karim, yan yatmis vaziyette, bir bacagini Mehmet`in baldirlari uzerinden asirinca, ami, arkadan kabak gibi ortaya cikmis ve bacaklari acilinca, ami da papatya gibi acilmis. Karim, once Mehmet`in kaskati yarragini yakalayip, amcigina sokmus. Mehmet, gidip, gelmeye baslayinca, Meltem, Neşe’in tavsiyesine uymus ve elini arkaya atip, azgin enisteninkini de amina sokmus. Herifler aminda gidip, gelirken, bayilacak kadar zevk almis. Bana bunlari anlatirken;
– Iki sikin, ayni anda, amimda gidip gelmesi kadar azdirici bir sey olamaz.
diyor. Eniste arkadan, Mehmet onden bastiriyormus. Karim, iki herifin arasinda ezilip kalmis, yani tam anlami ile sandvic olmus. Eniste, amcigini yalarken oldugu gibi, Meltem tekrar titreye, titreye orgazm olmus. Herifler, fazla gecmeden karimin icine fiskirtmislar.

Meltem’le Mehmet, yaz basinda bizim apartmandan tasindilar. Neden tasindiklarini tam anlayamadik. Herhalde, Meltem, hem kocasindan habersiz benimle sikismeyi, hem de kocasinin, kendi gozleri onunde karimi sikmesini kaldiramadi diye dusunduk.

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