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I watched as Anne arranged herself in the chair across from my desk. She had obviously put a great deal of thought into her outfit. A pink blouse, snug against her breasts, two buttons undone, showing just enough cleavage to be interesting, but not so much as to seem like she was showing off. A dark grey skirt, pleated, with a slit in the back, belted high on her waist. Nude stockings with pink pumps, the heels just spiky enough and just tall enough that she could have worn them either to work or to a club. A single diamond suspended just below the hollow in her throat.

All in all, a very alluring package.

And she knew it. Crossing her legs just so, one pink pump dangled almost, but not quite carelessly in front of me, leaning forward just a bit to take a paper from her bag, a hint more of dark cleavage as she leaned my way, then gone as she straightened. It was a performance that I was sure she had practiced at home. Just for me.

“And what brings you by to see me today,” I asked.

I knew Anne well by now. She had first crossed my radar screen two years ago when she showed up in my freshman survey, looking like anything but a freshman. Dressed a little to well for 18, and certainly looking a good bit older—24 or 25, perhaps–she entered the classroom early, with an odd mix of self-confidence and anxiety playing across her face. How could a woman so sexy seem so unsure of herself, I’d wondered at the time. Later, I learned it was because she had put off college for half a decade to work, to figure out what she wanted to do with her life, and so now was nervous that she’d waited too long.

She hadn’t.

One of the best students I’d taught in years, she earned a rarely given A+ from me, a grade I give out to only the very exceptional students.

After that, she took no more of my courses, because I teach history and her heart was in creative writing, but she did stop in to see me with some regularity…usually at least once a month. When she dropped in, it was always as though she had decided on the spur of the moment, as though she was passing by and only then remembered my office was there.

But I knew better.

Each time she wanted something from me. Approval. Advice. Reassurance. All these things I gave her freely. She was, after all, very bright and very beautiful, and so I enjoyed both looking at her and speaking with her.

I also knew she wanted more.

I knew that because for more than 20 years I had been married to a woman like Anne. A woman who only felt whole when she was responding to my needs, my demands, my whims. At first, I had been repelled by this aspect of Karen’s personality. But over the months we dated, I came to realize that she was incomplete, and that she only felt complete when I told her what to do, when to do it, and how. For many years I thought about trying to change her, to help her with therapy, or some other transformative act. But I didn’t do that. I ataşehir escort didn’t do that because she was happy as she was, strange as that might seem to you (it was strange to me at first). Instead, I came to the conclusion that if I tried to change her, she wouldn’t understand and would only be unhappy. And I wanted her to be happy.

So I left her as she was and gave her the things she needed. Things that only I could give her. Had she survived the cancer that stole upon her without warning, without symptoms, without mercy, I would still be that thing that completed her, that satisfied her inner, unspoken cravings.

But she didn’t survive.

For two full years I wallowed. Lost, incomplete now myself, almost inconsolable, I immersed myself in our children. But then they too began to push me away, not because of something I did or didn’t do, but because they were in their late high school years, ready to fly on their own, and pushing parents, even grieving parents, away was their job. When they moved out and began their own lives, I immersed myself instead in my work, in my teaching, in my students.

Until Anne arrived in my office the first time, I had not felt the stirrings of passion since Karen’s death. I had not been celibate, of course, but none of my lovers had brought the real me back to the surface, the me that had gone into hiding for almost five years. During that first conversation in my office, though, I felt something I had not felt in a long time, a feeling that grew slowly but inexorably, tempting me to act.

And now, there she was, in pink and grey, and I knew what was inside her, because I could see it looking out from behind her eyes.

“It’s an essay for my fiction class,” she said, proffering it to me.

I didn’t reach out immediately, because it was up to her to convince me to even look at it. She wavered for a moment, then pressed on.

“I was wondering if you might read it before I turn it in tomorrow? Tell me what you think?”

I nodded, then extended my hand for the paper.

“What parts, exactly, concern you,” I asked.

She looked down at her hands, then back up, a faint tinge of red suffusing her cheeks.

“There’s a fair amount of sex in it and I’m worried it might be too explicit. That my professor might take offense and mark me down for it.”

I made a face that I hoped said, “We’ll just see about that,” and took out my reading glasses.

“Sit quietly and don’t fidget,” I told her as I began to read. “I don’t like to be distracted while I’m thinking.”

“Yes sir,” she said.

Good. Obedient. As I knew she would be.

I read the paper and it was just what I expected it to be. Excellent. In fact, it was good enough that, with a little toning down of the explicit sex, it could be expanded into a short story and sold to a magazine.

As I looked up from my reading, I let my gaze linger istanbul escort first on her perfectly turned legs, then on her breasts and their slightly hard nipples, and finally her face. A face that said both “fuck me now” and “I’m afraid you think I’m an idiot.” I almost smiled at the contrast, but didn’t. I knew she had registered how I had taken in her entire body before I got to her eyes, and I liked the fact that she didn’t flinch from my gaze.

“It’s really quite good,” I told her. “I think you hit all the right notes and if you are graded down for the explicit nature of the story, you ought to complain.”

She blushed just slightly at the compliment…another attractive aspect of her personality. Too much blushing is off putting, but just a little shows promise.

“I also think you have it just right with respect to how the woman’s body responds to the sex, to her lover. But the parts where you describe how the man feels as he enters her, or how his orgasm consumes him…they just aren’t quite right. I can tell that they’re written by a woman imagining how a man feels in those situations. You need to work on those parts.”

She nodded, slightly abashed now. Also good.

“Is your professor male or female?”

“Female, sir.”

I almost laughed at that. Fifteen or twenty times in my office now, and suddenly it was “sir”? This was almost trying too hard. But I also knew it was a sign of how badly she wanted things to go the way she’d planned. Unfortunately, for all her planning of this little scenario, the power in the room had shifted away from her grasp.

“Then it won’t matter, because she hasn’t got a cock and so can’t know how it actually feels. Leave it as it is and you’ll be fine.”

She nodded again, still sitting straight, ready.

“Anything else you want to know about it?”

She looked down at her hands again, then back up at me. In a voice so soft I almost didn’t hear her, she said, “Did it arouse you?”

“Speak up, Anne,” I said. “I couldn’t hear what you said.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” she said. Straightening, her head up now, she repeated herself, but only slightly louder. “Did it arouse you?”

“Of course it did,” I replied. “I’m quite hard as a result of reading it. Which is as it should be, no?”

Have you ever watched a woman’s eyes change from blue to something close to purple? If the sunlight is just right and her emotions are running in the right direction, it can be one of the sexiest things you’ll ever see. Watching that color shift in Anne’s irises, I could feel my cock throbbing now against my jeans.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, sir.”

“And does it arouse you to know that your writing has aroused me?” I asked.

“Yes, sir,” she said, a little louder now. More confident.

“Good girl,” I replied.

She smiled, but only barely, as though she understood that to be too happy would ruin the moment.

“You kadıköy escort wrote this story with the specific purpose of coming to my office and arousing me, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you’ve been coming to my office for the past year, hoping I would notice that you wanted more than conversation, haven’t you?”

“Longer than that, sir.”

Now it was my turn to smile, but also not too much. Just a crinkle in the corners of my mouth.

“Stand up,” I said. Firm, but not quite commanding. Anne wasn’t one to need commands.

Smoothing her skirt, she stood, wobbling just slightly for a moment on her heels, hands at her sides.

“Remove your blouse. Slowly.”

Her eyes never left mine as she unbuttoned her blouse, then tugged it from the belt at her waist, letting it drop to the floor. Her bra was white with an overlay of pink lace, carefully chosen for just the right combination of innocent and slutty.

“Cup your breasts in your hands.”

As she did, I thought for just a moment, she might cum right there, but her breathing slowed after the first contact of her hands on her breasts. I could see, though, that she needed more. Much more.

“Put your blouse back on and sit down.”

An almost successfully stifled whimper slipped past her lips then. It was not what she expected. Not at all.

But because she was a good girl, she did as she was told. Once she had arranged herself back in the chair, I smiled a real smile this time.

“You are a very good girl, Anne. And I want you to know how much you effect me.”

To demonstrate, I stood, so she could see just how large the bulge in my pants was. My cock is not small, and as hard as I was, I knew she could not underestimate the effect she had had on me. Once she had seen, I sat back down, lacing my hands behind my head.

“Tomorrow, you will come back to my office, having rewritten the parts of your story that have to do with the man, his cock, and his orgasm. This version is for me alone. Place yourself inside his body as you write, consider what it must feel like to have a cock as hard as mine is now. Imagine what it feels like to ram that hardness into your lover. And try to experience the rush of semen as it flies from your body.”

From the look on her face at that moment, I thought I might have overdone it. If she was not a woman close to orgasm, I’d never met one.

“When you return, you will wear a shorter skirt, but not too short. You will wear a v-neck sweater, and a white bra with purple polka dots. I prefer purple above all colors in lingerie. You will wear no panties or stockings. And you will wear dark pumps with heels like the ones you are wearing now.”

“Yes, sir,” she breathed, almost unable to speak.

“And between now and your return to my office, you will not experience an orgasm, either on purpose or by accident. Do I make myself clear on this?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, more firmly this time.

If you could have been there, you would have seen a look pass between us at that moment. A look that said we each knew what was going to happen next, and over the weeks and months ahead of us.

A look that said we had both found what we had been looking for.

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I remember the first time I was exposed to this world. I was 20, and in my 2nd year of college, majoring in aviation technology. I had been studying my brains out for a paper when I decided to take a break and have some good naughty fun online. I took out the notebook and was goofing off in the chat rooms for a bit. I had a few women I chatted with from time to time, even cybered with a few, but the ones in my area weren’t on, so I surfed a bit, checking some of the naughtier chat rooms. I took a break for a moment and went to the soda machines in my dorm, and when i came back, I had a few instant messages on the screen. Most were from bots, but one had 5 words on it that intrigued me… “ever been a sex slave?” this one said. I was curious, so I pulled up the profile. It was blank, just age, sex and marital status was filled out. 37, female, single. No URLs or anything, so it didn’t look like I bot, so I answered.

“Not unless you count the time my ex girlfriend tied me to a chair and gave me a hummer”, I replied. There was a brief moment when I thought I was wasting my time, but then the screen answered with “Did you like being tied up?” We chatted for close to an hour, and she asked me loads of questions about past sexual experiences, what I found attractive sexually, and if I loved oral sex, specifically, blow jobs. She told me that she loved young men because they came sooooo much and had the ability to cum a few times a day easily. I was getting hard thinking of the conversation and where it might lead. She asked if we could chat again, and I eagerly replied that I would.

Over the next couple of weeks she and I continued our exploration of each other. She was 37, loved to play tennis, enjoyed skiing, and had a 30′ boat she had just put into storage. She was a sun worshipper, and it seemed to me that she was a woman of leisure. She kept herself fit, and told me that she was rather tall and had short strawberry blonde hair. Since I hadn’t seen a picture of her yet, I was holding my expectations in check, but the mental image I had already was very nice. After about two weeks of chatting, she started asking rather embarassing sexual questions, but I answered truthfully. “Have you ever tasted your precum when you masturbate?” was one. I told her after a moment’s hesitation that I had. “Did you like it?” was the next. I told her even though the thought kind of repulsed me at first, I was curious and did taste it. Then she asked if I had ever tasted my own cum before, either from masturbating, kissing a woman after getting a blowjob, or going down on a woman after I had fucked her. I told her yes, on two counts, and that I didn’t mind- the women seemed to love having me go down on them after I came, but usually I wore a condom and didn’t have an opportunity to ‘eat a cream pie’… but I had tasted my cum from my fingers after masturbating (something I was a little ashamed to admit, but I liked doing it) and I had tasted a little of my cum after kissing a woman who gave me a great blowjob once.

She seemed fascinated with my responses and asked if we could meet sometime. She flattered me by telling me how cute but rugged I was in my photos I had on MySpace, and that double whammy made me even more eager to meet her. It turned out she lived less than an hour’s drive from my dorm, and she wanted me to go to her summer house to meet her. She was closing it up and wanted “a man’s help”. I agreed to meet her at a popular restaurant near her place so we could have lunch. It was then she sent me a photo of what she looked like. She wasn’t kidding- she was very tall and slender, and reminded me of that woman on CSI, the redhead, but she didn’t look so severe- her face was softer and not as angular, and her eyes held a certain sparkle to them, like she got the joke before anyone else did. I was enraptured. Her photo was her on the boat, wearing a bikini- something I rarely see women over the age of 25 in… this woman was a definite MILF. We would meet next weekend.

The next week passed by in a flash, and yet it dragged. She told me her name was Johanna, and that she was REALLY looking forwards to meeting with me. I was also instructed NOT to masturbate or have any orgasms for the following week. Every night when I went to bed, I wanted to, images of her dancing through my mind in an endless x-rated video. I was so hyped up that the days were a blur- but the nights crept by. I hadn’t seen her online the whole week and a part of me was scared that she wouldn’t show. Maybe she had lost interest. Finally, Saturday morning arrived, I checked my messages and there was a two word message from her. Twelve noon. I packed my discreet ‘overnight’ bag in my car, and after scrubbing myself clean, picking out my nicest casual clothes, I was off. Finding the restaurant was easy enough, and I made it with a good 20 minutes to spare. I parked, wondering if I should wait outside, or get a table for us. I decided to wait for at the bar, where I could maltepe escort see the entrance. Sipping a Capt. Morgan’s and Coke, I fidgeted, half watching the television above the bar but mostly watching the door. At two minutes of, she arrived.

To say Johanna looked ‘beautiful’ would be like calling DaVinci a ‘good drawer’. Words didn’t do her justice. One might as well draw music, sculpt the wind, or paint a poem. Matter of fact, there was only one word that immediately came to mind when she took off her sunglasses and I saw her eyes in person, and that was ‘fey’. They were playful, yet mysterious… filled with child like glee but definitely in control. She smiled at me when she saw me, and walked towards me with a confident stride. I introduced myself and took her hand and kissed it. She grinned, like a kid on Christmas morning finding exactly what she wanted under the tree. Little did I know how apt that analogy would be.

Soon, we were shown to a table and, being the gentleman (and wanting to make a good impression) held her chair out for her. Lunch passed by in a blur- I didn’t even remember ordering, and barely recalled eating. We talked of light matters, a few deep questions thrown in here and there- but we explored each other over the course of an hour or so… both of us liking what we found. After lunch, we had a light drink and told each other little stories of our childhoods. I felt a little out of my league, but Johanna was completely at ease. It rubbed off on me as well, or maybe it was the alcohol, but I doubt it… after all, I had only had two drinks in nearly 90 minutes on a lunch date, and I had drunk quite a bit more in the past with no ill effects, but I certainly didn’t want to make a fool of myself. I started milking the last half of my drink.

When Johanna asked if I was ready to give her a hand at the house, I waved the waitress over and took care of the charges, then after I pulled Johanna’s chair out again, she suprised me by slipping her arm into mine as we walked outside into the crisp fall air. I walked her to her car and she told me to get in, that it was okay to leave my car here for awhile. She drove one of those Porsche SUVs, an elegant silver one. I felt ashamed of the non-descript die cast hunk of metal I called a car, feeling once again out of my league. She didn’t seem to be the ‘show off’ type as far as material things, though- she just knew what she liked. I felt a little more at ease.

After a few minutes, we found ourselves on a dirt road that wound through the woods for at least a quarter mile. I commented that you’d think the town would have had it paved by now, and she kind of laughed and said “Why would they? I can’t name many towns that would pave a residential driveway… but I may have gravel laid down on it next year- it gets quite muddy in the spring.” I was flabbergasted, and about to be full out astonished in a moment. The trees parted, giving view to a commanding view of the lake, with a ‘summer home’ larger than my dorm. There was a field perhaps half the size of the quad to one side, with a wrought iron handrail leading over the edge down to the water. When we parked, I could see them going about 30 feet to a dock that would have held a half dozen boats easily, although there was none there at the moment. Then, I remembered she had just had hers put into storage. The house was a blend of log cabin and contemporary, with glass from floor to cathedral ceiling in the immense living room I saw as we entered. Johanna gave me the grand tour, and I half wondered that if this was her ‘summer house’, how would her regualr home look? As if reading my mind, she answered my unspoken question.

“My home is actually a bit smaller than this- not as much land… I only go back to the city during the summer for parties and such, but I do like to entertain from time to time. I found this at a fairly reasonable price… practically available for the asking.” She grinned at me with those fey eyes and said “But I might find a few reasons to stay later in the season this year…”

We did some of the usual things people do when closing up a summer home. Taking some of the furniture off the deck and putting it in the storage shed, taking the outdoor plants inside, the usual things. After about an hour of getting some work done, she noticed my khakis were a little dirty, probably from taking the dock hardware up to the shed. She disappeared for a moment and came back with a pair of flannel nightpants and a matching top. She smiled and took my hand, leading me to the bathroom.

Johanna turned on the shower, which was big enough to fit 4 people in there without squeezing, and had 2 showerheads at opposing walls. There were mirrors and hanging plants everywhere in the bathroom, as well as a long countertop with two sinks, as well as a bidet, which I had heard of but never saw before. She grinned and told me to undress, and she began to pendik escort do the same. Within moments we were both naked, and we stepped into the shower together. At first, I began to move towards her and caress that magnificent body, but she shook her head and playfully pushed me away, telling me to wash myself so we could watch each other. I was being tortured- I wanted to kiss and run my hands over every inch of her- my erection was aching the yearning was so strong. Her pubic hair was cut in that little ‘landing strip’ cut that drives me wild, watching the rivers of soap cascading down her long, lean legs. She ran her fingertips over her breasts, her strawberry-like nipples puffy with excitement. We watched each other rinse our bodies and turned the shower off, and again, I started to come close to her, and she wagged her finger back and forth to say ‘not yet’…

We toweled ourselves dry and by now I was physically aching for her touch. She took my clothes and put them into the washing machine, then put on the flannel nightpants and top, leaving me nude. I felt uncomfortable, but she seemed to enjoy my uneasiness. She told me to follow her to the kitchen and prepare us some fresh fruits and something light to eat. I took a look in the fridge and found some bananas, strawberries, cream cheese and a baguette, and took a knife from the carving block and began slicing the fruit as Johanna sat at the table, watching me. When I had laid it all out onto a serving tray, she told me to get two wine glasses and a bottle of wine from the rack. Not knowing much about wines, I decided to make a calculated guess and chose one she had a few bottles of. I made a show of reading the label, even though only a few words were in English. Then I presented it to her and asked if this is what she would like. She nodded, and I felt like I had just scored a point or two…

I poured two glasses about a third full, and sat down across from her. It was still light out but getting darker, and the room was getting cast with long shadows from the setting sun. I sat across from her, VERY aware of my nakedness, and frustrated because I couldn’t do a thing about it. Everytime I mentioned how I wanted to hold her in my arms, she said “That’s very sweet of you, but I have other plans…” I was confused, but willing to play along. After we finished eating, I poured us both another glass of wine, but as I started to pour mine, she said, “Not for you, my dear pet… I want you at full abilities tonight…” then, Johanna had me get up and follow her to one of the bedrooms upstairs. I remember thinking to myself, “at last!” but it turned out to be a study or a library. There was no bed, but there was a rolltop desk with a computer table next to it, a wide screen television, bookcases galore, and a minibar. The chair at the rolltop desk was a wooden rollabout, and the one at the computer table was a leather one. So, this is where she plays online, I thought, as she motioned me to sit in the wooden chair.

She asked if I was into light bondage, and I admitted that I had tried a little bit of it before, which made Johanna smile. She then took two silk straps with a padded insert, and strapped my arms to the armrests of the chair. Then, she took my ankles and strapped those as well to the post supporting the base. I was comfortable, but my toes didn’t even touch the floor, and I was helpless. Then, she turned the chair to face the television set and put in a dvd. “There,” she said, with a hint of smugness, “Now you can’t be a naughty boy and touch yourself. This is to get you warmed up.” With that, she turned on the television and hit the play button. “I’ll be back for you in a little while, there’s something I need to do…” she kissed the top of my head and let out a little purr of contentment looking down at me- my cock standing up straight and me bound to a chair. Then she left.

The movie she put in was nothing but film clips. The first few minutes were of women sucking cock. Then, there was clips of men stroking themselves, then of women rubbing themselves, then of women sucking more than one man at the same time. The clips seemed to be cut just before orgasm each time, and I was getting very aroused watching it all. Then, there was a woman kneeling, holding a brandy snifter under her chin as several guys came all over her face and in her mouth, the glass catching any she missed. This went on for several minutes, and when the last of them came, she drank it all from the glass. It was VERY arousing. My cock was aching to be touched, any touch. After she drained the glass of semen, it showed a woman with a shemale, first he/she was standing over her, fucking her mouth, then they got into a 69. It was a little freaky, but the shemale did have nice tits…

I was in there alone perhaps a little over an hour, watching all kinds of scenes. At one point, there was a montage of cocks cumming everywhere that lasted at least anadolu yakası escort 10 minutes. Guys cumming on themselves while masturbating, cumming on women’s faces, tits, pussies, on their tongues… sometimes it was two guys cumming together as they stroked each other or masturbated side by side. The last clip showed 2 women masturbating each other as across from them, two guys were doing the same. Then Johanna came back in, wearing a fuzzy terrycloth robe the color of snow. She looked so beautiful, I could barely speak. Even after seeing her body in the shower, somehow, seeing her in a robe was driving me wild. I yearned to see her nude body again.

“It’s time, my pet. Now be a good boy and do what you are told. You shall always address me as “Mistress”. You will always answer when I talk to you. And you will always answer “Yes, Mistress” to any question I ask, even if you want to say ‘no’. Now, do you know what a safety word is? You may answer no if you do not.”

“No, Mistress…” I answered.

Johanna smiled. “Good, you are learning. A safety word,” she explained as she undid my straps, “is a word that one says when one simply cannot or will not do something that is ordered, or a ‘hard limit’. Like if I ordered you to eat some cashews and you are allergic to them, obviously, that would be a hard limit. So, you would say the safe word. But the safe word is NOT to be used lightly, only in case of a genuine emergency. I would never have you do anything that would hurt you permanently in any way. But you are my pet for my amusement. Your safety word is ‘banana’. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I nodded, looking slightly downwards. She had me stand up and put a blindfold on me. It was made of black velvet and felt fairly comfortable. She had me go downstairs, leading me down step by step, one hand on the railing. There was soft music playing, something classical, with lots of strings- cellos, violins, and the like, but I didn’t recognize it. I was led to another chair and told to sit. As soon as I sat down, she tied my arms to the armrests and my feet to the legs. This chair didn’t roll around, but at least it was cushioned by what felt like leather. It was then she removed the blindfold. She was kneeling in front of me, and a man about 5 years older than I stood in front of me as well, facing Mistress. He had nearly jet black hair and a goatee, and was wearing a white towel around his waist. With a twist of his wrist, his towel dropped and his cock, half-erect, was facing away from me at a 90 degree angle. I looked up at Mistress and she let her robe drop as well. Under it, she was wearing a black bustier with no panties, flesh colored stockings, and red high heels. She looked absolutely gorgeous. The living room now had candles everywhere, as if it were the setting for a ceremony of sorts.

“Did you like that video?” She asked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Did you like seeing all those cocks cumming?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Hmmmm, I just bet you did.” She looked at my aching erection and smiled. “Would you like to see this cock cum?” She grinned lopsidedly, reaching up to stroke the man in front of me.

“Yes, Mistress.”

The man stood motionless as she started massaging his cock. Within a minute or two perhaps, a thick drop of precum appeared from the tip. She touched it to her fingertip, held it up to her lips and breathed on it. “I think you want a taste of precum, wouldn’t you, my pet?”

I was flabbergasted, but answered, “Yes, Mistress.”

Closing my eyes, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue a little. I felt her place her fingertip on my tongue. It was electrifying. I had just tasted another man’s precum. It didn’t really taste like anything, just a little slick spot on my tongue. But the thought was there. While I was coming to terms with this, I heard Mistress say, “Now, there, there. That wasn’t so bad, was it? Would you like some more?” I dumbly nodded, and answered, “Yes, Mistress.”

Mistress was stroking him more right in front of my face, milking out another drop. This man had turned to face me a little more, and I saw her lithe fingers glide along his shaft. The tip of his cock was mere inches from my face. She stroked him more and more, getting another drop.

“You want to taste it bad, don’t you, my pet?” I looked up at her and saw that coy smile.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You want to lick it from his cock, don’t you?”

I said meekly, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Let me hear you say it, my pet. Let me hear you say you want to lick his cock.”

“I want to lick his cock, Mistress.” I was breathing heavy, part of me repulsed, but immensely turned on. She guided his cock towards my mouth as I closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue, opening my mouth. I expected just to lick the tip, but she guided his cock into my mouth and moved her hand behind my head, slightly pushing my head forwards. I started sucking him, horrified at what I was doing. She looked down at me, grinning from ear to ear, as she stroked him into my mouth with one hand and pushed my head forwards with the other. It felt so incredibly alien having another man’s cock in my mouth. I felt a tear roll down my cheek at my humiliation, which only seemed to please her further.

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The door cracked open and light spilled into the darkened room. Anna squinted her eyes to see who was coming for her. The chains around her wrists and ankles made harsh clanging noises as she moved that contrasted sharply with the soft silence that filled the rest of the room. It was hot in her cell, the air so thick with moisture that it collected on her skin.

“Anna….” A cool voice whispered into her cell. She immediately stopped moving, stilling the chains.

“Oh Anna….” A dark form entered the room. He traced a cool finger up her leg, along lines of moisture from the air. He circled his finger along her inner thigh, and Anna’s leg twitched involuntarily. She sucked in a gulp of air, trying to remain as quiet and as still as possible. He liked it when she fought against squirming under his touch. He liked watching her struggling against herself in order to please him.

He traced his finger further up her thigh, causing her to quiver. She started to feel slickness along the lips of her pussy. She involuntarily arched her hips toward his finger. He quickly withdrew his hand, drawing it up toward her face. He roughly grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head up to his lips.

“Very bad girl Anna. You live to please me and now you have disappointed me. I had hoped that you would please me today, but perhaps I will go see Bella or Cara.”

Anna wanted to cry out “No!” but she bit her lip. She quivered as the slick moisture taunted her. She wanted him to slide his finger slowly up and down her thigh again. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. If she cried out to him, he would leave immediately and she’d be left in the darkness for days. She sat as still as she could while he gripped her hair tightly. He breathed slowly onto her neck while he decided what he would do. He relaxed the grip on her hair. Her head slipped down to the table with a thunk and it jarred her back to the present moment.

He quickly put his hand on her naked breast and traced his finger around her nipple, slowly at first. kadıköy escort He built up speed and then pinched her nipple roughly. She arched her back as the feeling echoed through her, but she kept her mouth firmly closed.

“Anna…?”

“Yes?” she said in the quietest voice she could muster but still answer him.

“I want you to suck my cock.”

“Yes, of course master.”

He unhooked the chains from their bolts on the table, and hooked them to the eyehook on the stone floor. He turned on the light so that she could see what she was to do. He unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. He slid down the boxers and sat on the chair behind him.

“Oh your knees Anna.”

She fell swiftly to her knees, ignoring the familiar pain as they hit the stone floor. He pulled on the chain attached to her left wrist, causing her to lose her balance slightly.

“You’re so clumsy Anna. Thankfully, you give the best head of all of my slaves.”

His dick was fully erect, inches from her nose. She moistened her lips and breathed onto his cock slowly and intentionally.

“Ahhhh, that’s it. That’s perfect,” she could feel his shoulder slump back, and he let his head fall back onto the neck rest of the chair.

She continued to blow the hotness of her breath onto his dick. She could see it quiver back and forth involuntarily. She let her tongue dart out of her mouth and touch the base of his quivering cock. She traced her tongue up the base and swirled it around the tip, making sure to suck slightly.

He moaned in pleasure and pushed his hips forward, inviting her to take him into her mouth completely, but she didn’t. This was the only place where she was master and he was slave. He would acquiesce to her mastery of this task. She brought her tongue back down to the base, only it was wetter this time. She moved the tip very slowly up the shaft, circling again at the time. She circled the head again, making sure that the top of her tongue stayed in contact with kartal escort it the whole time.

He moaned again, pushing his hips forward again. He wanted her to take him into her mouth, but she continued to tease him with circles. A hand reached up and cupped his balls. He lifted his hands from the armrests, and put them behind her head, pushing his hips forward again. His thrust his cock into her mouth, shoving her face forward. She had to hold back her gag reflex and sucked hard. He released his hold on her head, let her mouth slide off his cock just slightly. She moved her mouth up and down and wrapped her right hand around the shaft, just below her mouth. She squeezed as she went down, tightening her hold on his balls slightly. He moaned again. She could feel his legs start to tense up. This was her cue to slow down. She took her mouth off his cock, instead swirling her tongue around the tip again. Around and around her tongue went, until she could feel his hands tightening on her hair. She took him into her mouth again, shoving her mouth all the way down the shaft as hard and as fast as she could. He breathed deeply.

“Yes, suck me off Anna. Suck me off and I might let you cum on my finger.”

She built up speed, squeezing with her index and middle finger on the way down, cupping, and sucking. He started to buck his hips rhythmically to her. She could feel his legs tensing and his hands crushed her hair. Again she slowed down, deciding to circle the head of his pulsing cock.

“Not yet,” she knew he would permit her this whisper, this pleading. He relaxed back into the chair and let her tease him with her tongue, slowly. She took her mouth to his balls, sucking on one gently, then the other, while her hand continued her mouth’s work.

“Yes, suck me off Anna. I want to cum down your throat.”

She traced her tongue up his shaft again, putting her mouth around him again, pushing him all the way into her mouth and down her throat. He moaned again, grabbing fistfuls kartal escort of hair and pushing her head up and down to a frantic rhythm. There would be no more teasing.

Anna did the best she could to breathe while he frantically pumped his dick into her mouth, down her throat, while simultaneously pulling her head down. She could feel everything tensing up until one final moment where he slammed his dick as far down her throat as he could. She could feel his cum spray down her throat and she sucked eagerly. She could feel her own slick lips warming up, feeling desire at the thought that he’d at least let her cum on his fingers.

“You are such a good cumslut Anna,” he still clutched her hair, jamming her face into his pubic hair. She could hardly breathe, but she still wanted him to stroke her clit.

She swallowed every drop and he released her head.

“Lick up all the cum off of my dick and then put my clothes back on, Anna.”

She pulled her head back and lapped at his cock, slowly, licking up everything. When she was finished, she pulled his boxers up to his knees and he stood. She remained on her knees with her head bowed, trying not to betray how much she desired to be touched. If he knew how much she wanted it, he would chain her to the table, taking extra steps to ensure that she could please herself. Slaves were not allowed to pleasure themselves unless asked to by the master. She knew the rules well.

He pulled on his boxers and buttoned his jeans. “You did great, Anna, but I’m not sure you’ve quite earned the right to cum yet. I may go finger Bella in your place, since she was such a good slave earlier in the week.”

Anna kept her eyes down on the ground, trying so hard not to whimper.

He unhooked the chains from the eyehook on the ground, and pulled her over to the table. She got onto the table, lying on her back. He hooked the chains back to their respective hooks on the table.

She lied on the table, obediently, waiting for him to strum her clit with his finger. Instead, he walked toward the door. Anna bit her lip to keep from crying out.

“Anna, do not sleep. I may come back for you tonight or tomorrow, but I want you ready and waiting for me when I do.”

The door opened and shut quickly, leaving Anna in the damp air, alone, in the darkness, again.

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She just couldn’t believe that she had done it again. This was the fifth time in two weeks and Sir was done letting it slide. Sure, he had punished her mildly each time it happened, a small spanking a couple of times, a harsh reprimand, but this time his patience had been tested to it’s limit. “I just don’t understand why you are having so much trouble remembering something so simple,” He said to her as he was readying her for her correction. Panties. Pure and simple. Sir was attempting to train her to be less self-conscious when they go out in public, because eventually he wished to have her accompany him with a butt-plug or other such toys inserted. She was not allowed to wear panties when she was at home, and this was the fifth time in two weeks that she had forgotten to take them off when she got home from work.

She stood there in her t-shirt as he pulled her pants down to her knees, and then told her to take them off the rest of the way. She complied. Sir seemed so irritated by her lapse almost to the point of disappointed. He went to the closet and pulled out a set of restraints. They were leather and buckled around her thighs and then around each wrist, efficiently keeping her hands by her side. She watched adamantly as he bent down and buckled the straps to each thigh, and then the subsequent wrist. She loved the way that he looked, mature, dark olive skin, and black hair with white all throughout it. He was the most incredible creature that she had ever seen.

Once sure that she could not remove her wrists from her sides, he placed her collar around her neck and attached a small chain to it with a padlock. Her chest quivered a bit at the sight of the padlock and he let it fall. The cold metal stung painfully against her stomach.

Out of no where he reached behind her and grabbed a large handful of her hair and forced her down onto her knees. She went down harder than anticipated without the use of her arms to steady herself. He knew what it did to her though. She was helpless immediately whenever he forced her around by her hair, and it almost always instantly put her into a more submissive state.

Sir reached down and grabbed the chain again and looped it around the bar on the foot of the bed then pulled it taught forcing her to inch herself closer to the foot of the bed on her knees. He secured the chain again with the padlock leaving her face less than six inches away from the foot of the bed. It wasn’t enough slack on the chain to allow her to sit down or get ümraniye escort comfortable, but she imagined that was exactly what Sir had in mind.

Within seconds, Sir reached down between her legs, his fingers invading her pussy and she knew immediately that her body had portrayed her. He moved his fingers back and forth sensually across her pussy, and slowly moved his fingers in and out of her, before he pulled them away and then wiped them across her face. “You are such a disgraceful slut, I can’t even punish you without your pussy dripping.” She moaned and tried to pull her face away from his hand but was stopped by the chain and ultimately by the sudden sharp sting across her ass. “Do not make another sound until I tell you otherwise.” He stung her ass again with the palm of his hand, “Do you understand?” She nodded her head yes, and successfully managed not to react to the stinging on her ass cheeks.

Sir walked over to the dresser and came back with two small clips and attached them to the D-rings on the front of her left thigh cuff, pulled her leg slightly further to the left, then attached the ring to the small bar of the foot of the bed. She wanted to moan so badly but she knew that if she did, he would make her ass red for disobeying him again. He repeated his task with her right thigh cuff, pulling her left further to the right, then attaching it the for bar of the bed. If he intended for her to be absolutely stuck on her knees at the foot of the bed, with no way to relax, with her pussy exposed, then he had surely succeeded.

She felt his hands invade her pussy again and was immediately repulsed by the amount of moisture that her wanton pussy had produced. It covered the whole of his hand and fingers, as he caressed her pussy, before he brought his hand back up in front of her face. “Look at what a filthy, horny slut you are… Clean my fingers off slut.” Without any hesitation she leaned forwards and began sucking her own juices from his masculine fingers, unfortunately for her, this made her pussy even more wet, and he saw her face turn bright red. “You almost make it pointless to even try and correct your bad behavior.”

He stood up and walked out of the room, and she heard him make his way down the stairs. Almost out of instinct she moved her arms around her restraints seeing if she could reach the clips holding her legs open and fast to the foot of the bed. It was absolutely a waste of effort, except that the helplessness pendik escort of the situation made her pussy even wetter. She felt the moisture run down the inside of her left thigh. It sent a shiver through her spine. Next, she tried to pull her legs away or apart, but the not only would the clips not budge, but the awkwardness of the situation made her not want to try again. She heard him coming back up the stairs.

When he entered the room, he turned around and sat on the foot of the bed, not paying the secured slut any attention whatsoever. Her eyes widened at what she saw, and she couldn’t help it. A low exasperated moan escaped her throat and she immediately wished that she could take it back. She looked up and his eyes were locked on her. Sir nodded his head solemnly and went back to what he was working on. He had her pocket knife in his hand, and with it he was intricately carving a piece of ginger slightly larger around than his thumb. He wallows out the middle in a way that made it look like an hourglass, and she knew that was to assist her in keeping the ginger secured where he was going to put it.

He stood up from the bed and went behind her, and without wasting any time, he spread her ass cheeks apart and begin working the ginger softly into her ass. Like a white flash she felt the fire like sting as the ginger made its way into her ass and found it’s resting place in the hourglass center as big around as his thumb. Her knees quivered, she jolted forward slightly and couldn’t stop the whimper that snuck out of her lips. Her ass stung again twice as hot and twice as loud as it did before as he brought his palm down twice quickly once on each cheek. She let her body lean forwards until her chest rested on the foot of the bed, heaving with hard breath as she tried not to focus on either the burning on her ass, or the white-hot burning inside her ass.

“I told you not to make a sound, but you insist on ignoring me. I’ll help you if you like. Would you like something to occupy that slut mouth of yours, so you won’t have to resort to making unnecessary noises?” She knew that he wasn’t really asking her opinion, so she nodded her head yes and closed her eyes in submission. He reached onto the dresser and grabbed a realistic dildo and held it in front of her face. “Open your mouth slut, isn’t this what you asked for?” She pierced her lips out of humiliation before she slowly opened her mouth. He pushed the dildo into her mouth and fucked kadıköy escort her face with it for a moment before he turned her head back to the foot of the bed and quickly attached it to the foot of the bed with a piece of string. He then grabbed her hair and pulled her head back away from the bed as far as it would go, but the dildo stayed firmly in her mouth. “Perfect, a wanton slut like you needs a cock somewhere to be happy right?” She nodded her head slightly as she leaned back forwards into her most relaxed position that this predicament would allow her. She closed her eyes as humiliation turned her whole-body red, knowing she had just fucked her own face with a dildo.

He reached down between her legs again, only to find that his hand was almost drenched in her juices before he ever actually touched her pussy. He rubbed her pussy sensually, and slid his fingers in and out, before he reached back to her burning ass. Sir grabbed a hold of the ginger plug and pulled it almost all of the way out, twisted it slightly just to reinsert it. She stomped her foot behind her slightly at the sudden freshness of the burn that had not even subsided yet. He reached over to the dresser and grabbed something that she couldn’t see and then inserted it deep into her pussy. It was cold at first but then she lunged forward, choking herself on the dildo at the flash of white hot that engulfed her pussy. “Just a little more heat to remind you why there are rules for you to follow.” He fucked her pussy with the piece of ginger that must have been twice as wide and twice as long as his thumb. She couldn’t help but move everything she could which was basically nothing, in a feeble attempt to get away from the ginger that he tormented her with.

By the time he removed the ginger from her pussy, she was panting around the dildo in her mouth, sweating from every pore in her body, and barely able to keep any composure. He landed four more hard slaps on her ass that almost made her vision go black. Sir then caressed her face with his hand and kissed her forehead. “I really hope you remember now,” then he turned away and walked out of the door. She heard the lock engage from the outside of the bedroom and listened as he made his way down the stairs. She could hear the TV turn on, and almost make out the announcer of the football game.

Her whole body slumped. Her pussy was on fire still, and her ass was hot as coals. Her whole body was sweating profusely, but she did not have near enough energy to struggle against anything. Sir had made sure that it was pointless to struggle against anything anyway. She just couldn’t believe that she had done it again, but as she kneeled there with the fake cock in her mouth, unable to get away, with her pussy and ass on fire, she knew that she wouldn’t forget again.

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Ann stood at the end of the bed with her hands on her sexy hips, looking at me for the longest time, trying to decide what to do. I was laying still, a little scared to move, which didn’t make a lot of sense since it was Ann standing there. Sure she was wearing a red wig, playing the part of Barbara, a high-class escort from somewhere in Northern Virginia, but it was still Ann standing beneath that glorious, long red hair. Yet Ann was not just Barbara at the moment; she was Barbara, transitioning into… well, I wasn’t sure yet. She was going to be my Dominatrix, which I’d agreed to in a moment of orgasm-induced haziness. Ann had planted that seed earlier, when she told me she had the items, and apparently the outfit, if that was something I was interested it. And while I had emphatically said, “no,” when she first brought it up, there was something about the way Ann said it that made that seed stick. She came back to the subject later, watering that seed, telling me that the way I was lying on the bed made her think I wanted to be tied up and asking me if that was true.

That seed took root when I answered her question with a positive response, catching Ann off guard for just a moment. Yet she recovered from her excitement about my sudden willingness to let her have control and quickly snapped back into character. Now, she was just making me wait there as she tried to decide what she really wanted to do.

She was still dressed in her sexy dance team outfit from our high school days. Actually, it was even sexier since she’d made some naughty alterations to it. She’d pulled the top back down, covering her breasts, not letting me get any more free peeks. Breathing deeply, Ann’s eyes were wide as she stared at my naked body, still covered with the sheen of sweat from the energetic fuck we’d just completed. Her glance moved over my throbbing cock, still hard from the magic she performed with her hands and mouth to keep me that way after cumming.

I tried to remain quiet, but the way Ann was staring at me became a little unnerving. I finally caved, asking, “Is everything all right, Barbara?”

Ann remained stoic, her smile gone, replaced by the stern glare that was fraying my nerves, yet I knew she wasn’t pissed at me. I couldn’t remember her really being pissed at me, but I knew that someday I’d do something to bring it about. When I did, the stare on her face might easily be the same.

“My name…is Mistress Barbara. You may call me Domme…Mistress…or Mistress Barbara. And you will not speak unless I ask you to speak. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Barbara,” I said with a smile.

Ann smiled back, letting me know that she wasn’t going to be so strict it would take the fun out. “That’s very good, Neil. What I’ve been trying to decide is if I can trust you so I can get dressed to start as your Mistress, or if I need to tie you up so I can take my time and get ready for you.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

I turned my head, looking at the rope that was tied to my left wrist. I pulled my hand toward me, testing the binding, wondering just how well Ann had tied the knot that was holding that arm in place.

“Wow…she’s really good at this,” I said to myself, realizing there was truly no escape from the predicament I was in. The one I put MYSELF in. I’d already tested the job Ann had done on my other arm and both of my legs. Knowing that I was officially at her mercy, all I could do was wait and wonder if I’d proverbially bitten off more than I could chew.

Barbara had decided that she didn’t trust me. She said it was going to take her a little bit to transform from the High School ‘head’ cheerleader that loved to suck cock, to the Dominatrix that loved to torment her love slaves. In fact, she had said that she wanted to make sure she didn’t go to all the trouble to make that transformation and find out there was no love slave to play with.

So, Barbara said she was taking a bit of a shortcut. She really wanted to tie me up in her outfit, but she also didn’t want to have me wait. Or, from the other perspective, she wanted me to wait…tied up. She blindfolded me first, saying that if I couldn’t see her, it would allow her to become my Mistress right away, instead of waiting for her to be properly dressed. It seemed a bit of a stretch at first, but after she had tied one of my wrists, I realized that her logic actually worked.

She was deliberate and methodical as she tied me into a spread eagle position again, much like the one I’d tied her in on the bed in Colorado, and how she and Tina tied me in the hotel in Indiana. Only this time, the binds were tighter, and…well, more perfect. I half wondered if she had gone to some knot-tying class, but it was more likely that just her personality shining through. She had a bit of a perfectionist streak, and she liked showing it off from time to time.

When Barbara finished securing me to the big king-sized mattress, she got on the bed and leaned down to whispered bostancı escort in my ear. “I want you to close your eyes, Neil, and count to fifty. I’m going to take off the blindfold and I need time to go to the other room. “I’ll be backing out of the room, so I’ll know if you peek. If you do, it will mean more pain and less pleasure for you. Understand?”

“Pain…I told you I wasn’t into pain.”

I felt Barbara get off the bed, and she said, “No…you said you didn’t like as much pain as your fiancée. And I’m guessing by the way you said that, she can take a lot and likes it that way. You knew when you signed up for this there was going to be SOME pain…right?” I thought about the question. She was asking it more as Ann and less as Barbara. It really wasn’t a question that Barbara would ask. It seemed more like Ann wanted to make sure she didn’t go too far. I had to process that in seconds and my mind was telling me that while she knew what my limits were, she didn’t know how to tell me that without breaking character. My mind was also telling me that, no matter what, it was really Ann that was behind all of this…and I trusted her.

“Yeah…I know there’s going to be pain…which means I won’t be peeking. I don’t want any more than I have coming to me.”

I felt her on the bed again, her face close to mine. “Neil, you don’t have any pain ‘coming’ to you. Any pain that I give you is going to be specifically intended to make the pleasure that I’m going to give you that much more incredible. Do you and Ann have a safe word that you use when you do this to her?” she asked.

“Utah,” I said softly.

“That’s interesting. I kind of like the irony of that.”

“It was her idea,” I said, sort of forgetting that it was Ann I was telling that to.

“Well, I’m going to push your limits, Neil. If I go beyond whatever that limit ends up being, you just say that word…or go “Uh…uh…uh” and I’ll stop. I’m taking off the blindfold now…so start counting.”

“WAIT!” I called as she pulled off the blindfold. I snapped my eyes shut, clenching them tightly. “What’s with the ‘Uh…uh…uh’…why wouldn’t I just say the word?”

“Because, Neil…your mouth might be full,” she giggled.

I came dangerously close to opening my eyes when she said that, but I fought off that feeling, and started counting…slowly. I was taking no chance that I’d actually see her before she wanted me to. I almost just kept counting to be safe, but eventually I made it to 50 and I opened my eyes.

I have no idea how long I waited. It seemed like forever, but I was sure it was at least fifteen minutes. I was starting to get anxious; so much so that I damn near came out of my skin when the phone rang.

“Close your eyes, Neil. I need to answer the phone and I’m not ready yet.”

“Yes, Mistress Barbara,” I said as I closed my eyes once again. Seconds later, the blindfold was back on.

She picked up the phone and said, “This is Barbara.” I can’t tell you how much that stunned me. It wasn’t just that the phone rang in Ann’s room. It was answering in character that kind of scrambled my brain for a moment. There were a couple of ‘Uh huh’s’ on Ann’s part, but I couldn’t tell what the conversation was about.

Then she said, “I need you to do me a favor. Come to the room…right now. I can’t say this over the phone. Hurry!”

“What was that all about?” I asked, my curiosity once again getting the better of me.

The next thing I knew, I was feeling the sharp sting of Barbara’s hand, slapping my inner thigh near my nuts. “I told you…no talking unless I ask you a question, or tell you to speak!”

“YES DOMME!” I said, reacting with the first thing that came to my mind.

“Just for that, the blindfold stays on until I decide to let you see again.”

“That was a big mistake,” I said to myself as I listened to her walk away. A minute or so later, I heard a knock at the door.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Five minutes or so after the first knock at the door, there came the sound of another knock. Well, maybe that’s how long it was. I had no idea really, being both blindfolded and a little nervous. All I knew was that I heard it open, and this time she let whoever it was come inside. There was some hushed talk, and some mumbling, but I couldn’t tell who it was. I could only assume it was Heather…after all, who else could she have talked to on the phone, and then they arrive at the door a minute later.

“God…maybe she brought Tina out with her,” I said to myself as I thought of other possibilities. “Or she called Carol, and tonight’s the night of our threesome,” I thought again, coming up with other random scenarios to answer the question that was burning in the front of my brain. Heather made the most sense, but with Ann, who knew.

I had one of those odd feelings come over me, as I lay helpless on the bed. The feeling that I was being watched…by someone other ataşehir escort than Barbara. I had no way to prove it one way or the other, but I could feel the eyes leering at my body…eyeing my rigid cock as it twitched and pulsed. And those thoughts coursed through my brain like the blood pumping through the thick veins feeding my shaft, I got harder…if that was even possible. I was on display for whoever Barbara had let into the room, and there was nothing I could do about it…I’d never know who it was that saw me the way I was. Not unless she decided to tell me.

The door closed, leaving me to wait… and worry. I wasn’t worried about what she might do to me. I was sure whatever it turned out to be…I’d actually love it. I trusted her, and I knew that her love for me would be foremost in her mind no matter what we were doing. No…what worried me was whether I’d be able to live up to my end of the bargain. She was excited about doing this. It was evident in the way she’d reacted when I told her I wanted her to tie me up. Now, I just didn’t want to disappoint her. I wanted to be as excited about this as she was.

Honestly, I still was, yet as the minutes passed and the anticipation grew, the more anxious I became. It wasn’t until I’d been alone for a longer period of time, knowing she was getting ready on the other side of that curtain that I realized that the feeling of trepidation I was going through was part of the excitement of the experience. Hell, I’d done the same thing, making her wait and wonder. The mind game was the biggest part of letting someone control your pleasure…and when that set in my head, I decided to embrace the whole adventure and let her, well…have me.

I was getting hot…really hot. I hadn’t noticed it at first, but the room temperature seemed to be higher than normal. Sure, it was October, and there was no need for the air conditioner. I’d actually run the heater in my room a couple of times, just to make it more comfortable, since I tended to be naked a lot while lounging around. However, the day had been a pleasant one, and it certainly wasn’t cold outside. Yet she seemed to have the heater cranked for some reason and I could hear it running constantly, and I was starting to sweat. Some of it was from Barbara riding me earlier…but now I could feel the perspiration dripping down the sides of my body and my face.

The feeling of the bed moving startled me again and I felt a hand on my right thigh, squeezing it. “Relax, Neil. It’s just me,” Barbara said, her mouth close to my ear. She was leaning across my wet, slick body, her tits grazing against my chest as she hovered over me. I could feel her body touching the very tip of my cock, rubbing against it as she licked my left ear with her sexy tongue. Then, she took my earlobe between her teeth and bit it, pulling gently, but firmly as she tugged. It felt so raw, seething of pure sex.

I felt Barbara straddle my body, knees at my sides as her ass pressed back against my hard cock. I knew she was wearing some kind of boots that came way up on her legs, the soft leather nestled nest to the skin of my thighs as they were spread out wide; the top of her feet actually on top of my thighs as she got into place. My shaft wedged against the crack of her soft, smooth ass. Hoping to stimulate my cock, I wanted to move my pelvis and rub up against her. Barbara had other ideas.

“WHOA!” I snapped as I felt something very cold on my right nipple.

“Ssssh. Quiet, Neil. I don’t want to have to punish my little love slave so soon,” she said in a soothing voice, rubbing what could only have been an ice cube back and forth across my nipple. She kept doing it, making my little bud hard as the cube melted on my body. Then she started doing the same thing to my left nipple. I was moving my head back and forth, moaning as she continued to ice down the hard nubs on my chest.

After she’d melted two complete ice cubes on each of my nipples, she got off of me and knelt beside my body. Leaning down, she kissed and sucked those nipples…abusing them with her teeth as she played with them. It hurt, and yet it was indescribable how amazing it felt to me. The combination of pain and pleasure was exquisite…so much more electric than I expected it to be. And then things took an even stranger turn.

Barbara delicately dried off my hard nipples she said, “You seem to really like having your nipples played with, don’t you, Neil?”

“Yes, Mistress Barbara,” I nodded, wincing a little as she pinched my left one.

“Hmm…yes, you do. Unfortunately, I have other things I need to do to you, and that makes it hard for me to keep doing this,” she said as she pinched my right. “So, I guess I’m going to have to find a way to give you what you want.”

I knew instantly what was coming. She was going to use the nipple clamps I’d used on her in Colorado. My guess was that was the purpose of the ice torture. My nipples maltepe escort weren’t anything like hers, which were huge and always seemed to be erect. In a way, I was glad I couldn’t see…so it would hide the fear I had in my eyes. As I expected, she grabbed my left nipple and placed it inside the clamp. Slowly, I felt the jaws tightening, knowing she was turning the little wheel. Feeling the teeth bit into my skin and squeeze, I winced, a growl escaping past my clenched teeth. When she finished with my left nipple, she did the same thing to my right.

A few minutes later, I was somewhat used to the pain, at least to the point that I was wondering what was going to be next. Barbara was at the edge of the bed, doing who knows what. I knew she was over near the truck a couple of times, but now she was climbing back up onto the mattress, between my legs.

I heard something snap, and by the sound of it, it sounded rubbery. And I soon found out it was a glove…on Barbara’s right hand. She took my shaft, gripping it tightly…squeezing it like she had earlier when she tried to keep me hard after I’d cum for her. Just as quickly, she let go, and I felt her grab my big balls, squeezing them firmly…even giving them a little shake while she held them in her grip.

As she let go of them, Barbara placed something on my chest. It was small, resting my sternum. Grasping my shaft again, her voice again sounded soft and soothing.

“How are you holding up, Neil?”

“I’m okay, Mistress,” I groaned as she flicked at the clamps on my nipples.

“Good. I’m going to try something that a friend of mine told me about. I’ve never used this before, but she said it’s really, really effective. I can’t wait to find out if she’s right.” I knew the moment that the stuff touched the skin of my balls that Barbara was using the stimulation cream I’d pilfered from Carol. Actually, Carol said I could have it, since she could always get more from Martina, who was the one that had put it on me the very first time. And I’d kept the tube that Carol had, knowing I’d want to use it on Ann the night I was going to tie her up…just like I did to Carol the night I’d gotten it.

My mistake, as it were, was telling Ann about what I’d done to Carol with it…although I was sure Carol would have told her on her own if she’d gotten the chance to talk to Ann first, which was actually pretty likely, considering they were talking almost every day. But now, not only did Ann know what I did to Carol with the cream, she had to have an idea that I was going to do it to her too. Instead, she’d found a way to beat me to the punch. And my guess was that her partner in crime had to be Heather.

“Payback’s a bitch,” I said to myself as she coated my cock and balls with the cream, thinking not only of what I was going to her on Thursday, but also to Heather the first chance I got.

Barbara lifted my balls with her left hand, which was now also covered with a latex glove, and she started rubbing the salve on the tender area between my scrotum and my asshole. And then, she started putting it between spread cheeks of my ass itself, toying with my puckered rim with her fingertip.

I tried to brace myself, because I knew what she wanted to do. And I could tell she was thinking about whether or not she should do it. It wasn’t something we’d talked about. I’d had no problems when it came to invading her ass, but we never talked about reversing the roles. I wasn’t into anything shoved up my ass…like a dildo or a plug of sorts. I didn’t want to just give her a green light and let her think this was going to be a part of our everyday sex play. But, I’d be lying if I said that the idea of Barbara coating the inside of my ass with that lube didn’t turn me on. Martina had done it to me…and as weird as it sounded, the intensity that it created inside me was…magical.

Barbara slipped the very end of her finger inside my ass, literally feeling out the reaction she was going to get. I said nothing…and tried not to react. I was her plaything, and she knew that I had the word at the ready if I wanted to stop her. I also made sure I didn’t smile. I lay there, tight lipped, trying to remain calm as she wiggled her finger a little to see what I’d do. Again, it helped that I blindfolded. Having to look into Barbara’s eyes would have made what she was about to do more difficult, maybe for both of us.

Turning her left hand over, Barbara grabbed my balls and shaft from underneath, pulling them toward my face like she was reaching down and pulling a carrot out of the ground. It was anything but gentle, and while I let out a little groan, that was followed by a low moan. She was into this, her Dominatrix persona coming through, even though I couldn’t see her. Twisting the middle finger of her right hand, she slipped it deeper and deeper inside my ass, moving it back and forth. She wasn’t massaging my prostrate like Martina had done, but that didn’t stop her from taking the full tour like she was searching for it. And once she’d determined that I wasn’t going to protest, Barbara started fucking with her finger. At that point, I almost did voice my objection. But just as soon as I was about to yell foul, and use my safe word, Barbara stopped, and I could hear the gloves coming off.

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A little later down the road, the woman in the car spoke for the first time, instructing Jake to put on a skimpy pair of short shorts she threw at him. Jake stared blankly at her for a second and the spoke, “Um, c-can you untie my ha-hands?” he asked stuttering from confusion and fear. He hoped he would not get in trouble for speaking, and his nuts were still sore from the last tug.

The woman laughed and reached behind Jake, slicing the ropes with her fingernail. “There slave, now put them on.” She paused for a moment, the excitement of finally having her very own slave overwhelming her for a moment. Just the thought of all they were going to do, and she was going to do to him made her wet. She grinned and spoke to Jake while she watched him pull on the very short shorts on over his now purple balls. “My name… Well my name doesn’t matter; you will address me as Mistress R. And you will be addressed as slave, clear?” Her tongue tingled with authority, with a smile creeping onto her face. She loved the feeling of being in control and it was quite clear.

Jake managed to pull the shorts on, but they squeezed him so tight, you could see the ring around his swollen balls very clearly. “Y-yes Mistress R. But w-why am I here?” He asked carefully, fearing another pull. Taking this time to look at her, he got his first real look at who this woman was. She had long black hair, down to the middle of her back, with a red streak down one side, and she looked about 20- something. He nails were long and painted black, matching her hair and her red and black corset ataşehir escort dress. The dress was short, and from Jake’s angle on the floorboard, he could see the lacy black underwear. Just as his cock was beginning to come alive at the sight, he felt a slap to his right cheek.

“You do not look at me without my consent slave!” She yelled, her piercing purple eyes almost slicing through him. She then crossed her legs and regained her composure, before answering his question. “You’re not the brightest of the bunch are you? I suppose you’re still confused. Remember the red head at the bar?” She asked him with a sarcastic chuckle. “She was a scout of sorts. She goes to bars and finds a fit and handsome young man such as you, seduces them, takes them to her car and then kidnaps them to sell on the slave market after eliminating all traces of their existence. I decided I wanted a human slave and you caught my fancy. Oh we’re going to have so much fun!” she said, almost wiggling in excitement.

Jake couldn’t believe it. He thought the slave trade was abolished! And on the other hand, she was vampire, a creature of myths and legends, but now he was owned by one. “So… What are you going to do to me?” He asked, gaining confidence.

“I’m so glad you asked!” She giggled, “Mostly you’re just going to be my play toy, and just do whatever I tell you. Usually it will include pleasing your mistress or any of my friends, and tying you up in pretty ways and the like. I sure hope you like bondage!” She said happily, her underwear dampening maltepe escort at the thought. “I just can’t wait to get that cock inside me!” she exclaimed to herself.

The look on Jake’s face said it all. He was in shock, there was no way he’d be her play toy! He admitted to himself, she was very hot. She was just like one of the many girls he took home from bars all the time, and he defiantly wouldn’t mind doing all sorts of dirty things with her, but he had never done anything kinky. “And what makes you think I’ll let you do any of that?” He spoke confidently.

Mistress R just laughed and caressed his cheek. “Because sweetie, your mine.” She said softly in his ear before grabbing his leash and lightly tugging. “Come slave, we’re home.” She giggled with excitement and walked him out of the car. In all the confusion, Jake hadn’t even realized they stopped. When he stepped out of the car, he gasped. The house they were at wasn’t huge or even normal sized. It was almost a cabin! It was two stories, and was in the middle of the woods, trees in all directions, with only the small dirt road to show them where they came from.

Mistress R happily skipped inside the house, her skirt coming up each time revealing her lacy black underwear, with Jake struggling to keep up so his balls were not jerked painfully again. Once they got inside, she immediately took him into one of the two bedrooms in the house. She stood him next the bed and looked him over one more time before chuckling to herself and pushing him roughly down onto bostancı escort the bed and climbing on top of him, straddling his waist. Even in his position, Jake couldn’t help but get a boner, and he knew she felt it between her ass cheeks, because she smiled at him and wiggled her ass, arousing him even more.

Mistress R leaned in close to Jakes neck, like she was going to bite him, causing Jake to tense up and prepare for the jolt of pain. But it never came. He opened his eyes which had been squeezed shut and sighed in relief. “I’m not going to bite you again slave, you’re going to need your energy for tonight.” She winked at him and got up, heading toward the bathroom. “Prepare yourself slave, you have some kinky nights ahead of you.” She smirked and closed the door behind her. Jake waited about five seconds before he realized she was gone and immediately stood up to leave, only to be pulled back to the bed with a searing pain between his legs. She had tied the lease to a bedpost and locked it with a small padlock. Through tears of pain he sighed and lowered his head, and noticed he had a complete hard-on.

Jake had always thought about maybe trying something kinky and even bought a pair of handcuffs once, but never went through with anything. But Jake was not left much time alone with his thoughts, for just a couple minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Out stepped a leather clad leg, followed by his Mistress, dressed in Black leather boots, and leather corset top and a very short black leather skirt. Walking towards Jake with a purpose, the click clack of her heels clicked rhythmically, as she stepped up to him and shoved him onto the bed, straddling him and using her weight to keep him down, grinding her ass against his raging cock. She leaned in close, and reached her hand over the bedside table for her first toy…

End Part Two

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For Cinner

The lobsters’ succulent white meat disappeared almost as rapidly as the shells lost the heat from their steaming. Almost as rapidly, she felt the effects of the wine filling her with warmth and bringing a delightful energetic fuzziness to her brain. While they did share wine and other spirits frequently, something seemed different with the wine in her glass that seemed never to empty. By the time she had downed her fourth glass she realized noticed the yellow lights of the candles and lamps flickering as mischievously in his eyes as the smile that graced his lips.

“How is the wine?” he asked in a casual voice, sipping from his glass of water.

“It’s wonderful,” she replied hesitantly, realizing he had not touched his own glass, simply refilling hers as she emptied it. The buzz in her mind and body grew more intense as she said this. “It’s different, is it a new” she asked in a puzzled voice. His widening grin told her that it was not and she realized what she thought he had done.

“You bastard!” she blurted with a laugh. “You spiked the wine!” Her cheeks flushed pink from the wine and excitement of having fallen so easily into one of his little game-traps. Her nipples surged erect in anticipation, knowing that earlier playing would soon resume in earnest. “What’s in it?”

“Oh, just a little candy for you.”

She knew that meant only one thing – he had laced the wine with cocaine, her favorite occasional and recreational drug. She could feel the tell-tale surging of energy, the way that her heart beat faster, sending blood coursing through her body, speeding along the alcohol to moderate and subtly enhance the high. With a thrill of delight she swallowed the remainder of the glass, swirling it first around her mouth and across her tongue before letting it drain down her throat. She speared her last chunk of lobster after putting down her glass, exaggeratingly dipping it in the butter before bring it slowly to her lips, drips of the greasy yellow coating splattering across the simple table cloth, her sweater-bound breasts, chin, and lips. She smiled enticingly at him in challenge.

The mischievous grin that had sat upon his face for the course of the meal disappeared as quickly as the wine had sluiced down her throat moments earlier. Slowly and deliberately he pushed his chair back from the table, patted his own lips with a linen napkin, and placed it across the cracked lobster shells on his plate, a dark cloud passing across his face.

“When did I give you that sweater?” he asked her coldly, making her look down at the greasy wet spots of liquid butter she had created in her teasing last bite of lobster. Her own face paled in realization that she had perhaps picked the wrong instant or at least the wrong clothing in which to play her own teasing gambit. She cast her eyes down, shoulders tensing, head lowered in surrender of her sin. When she did not respond he harshly prodded her again with the biting tone of his voice. “Well? When did I give you that sweater?”

She still hesitated, lower lip quivering at the rapid change in his mood and tone. He was no longer her mischievous playmate and lover. He was now her Master. When she spoke it was in a meek, tiny voice. “You gave this to me the first day we made love, Master.”

He did not nod, did not respond in any way to her statement, continuing to stare at her coldly. The sat as such as a minute crawled by, followed by another and yet another again.

“Is that how you treat a gift to commemorate such a significant event?”

She had not completely surrendered herself to him on the day they first made love, a marathon session of wet, messy, frenzied, bursada escort scrumptious passion. At least she had not realized that she had surrendered herself completely to him on that day until much later. The sweater, intricately woven Irish wool dyed a passionate and irresistible red, he had told her when he gave it to her, symbolized the ardor they had shared and that they had sparked in one another.

“I…” she whispered, eyes closing to hold back the tears of uncertainty that threatened to spill down her long lashes to her cheeks. Was his anger genuine? Or was it part of the game. The wine and cocaine flowing through her system confused her, quickening and dulling her thoughts at the same time as she sought the proper words. “I…I am…”

He cut her response short, standing with a dismissive grunt that told her to be quiet. He stepped toward her and entwined his hand in her long hair, twisting it so that the locks wrapped around the back of his hand and back into his palm. A quick jerk brought her bounding to her feet, her chair tipping over in her haste as her scalp prickled with pain as he pulled her hair. Her head tilted back with the continued strain of his hand pulling her hair, her throat bared to him, pulse pounding in her neck veins. She kept her eyes closed, surrendering to his anger and disappointment. She knew her mistake had earned her a yet undetermined punishment.

“Remove your jeans.” His voice was low, a growl emanating from deep within his throat. She fumbled with the button and zipper, hands rushing to obey his command. With the fly flaps spread open she tried to slip the jeans over the swell of her hips and buttocks but found that she could not push them down far enough with him holding her hair and head erect. When she tried to speak, to tell him of her difficulty he cut her off, demanding more insistently that she remove her jeans.

Struggling against the strain of her pulled hair, the fabric of the jeans, and the sumptuous curves of her own body, she managed to wriggle the jeans down past the middle of her thighs but not completely off. She whimpered when she realized she could push them down no further as long as he held her hair. A click of metal on metal came from near him, down at the level of her hips, and she felt the cold metal of a blade trace the soft, delicate skin of her exposed thigh before slipping upwards and under the thing band at the waist of her panties above her hip. The fabric parted with ease against the razor-sharp blade causing her panties to fall partially away from her body. She shivered, biting her lower lip, as he ran the point of the blade across her stomach just above the waist band of her panties before slipping it under the thin fabric above her other hip. With a quick flick the blade separated the fabric again and caused the front and back of her panties to fall open away from her body revealing her perfectly smooth, hairless and oozing sex.

“You have ruined one of the most precious gifts I have ever given you.” His voice was barely a whisper, forcing her to strain to hear while the cool air of the room met the hot flesh of her groin. “You must be taught…a lesson…”

He ripped her panties roughly from between her thighs, the wet fabric slipping against her moistened thighs. She heard him inhale deeply and she could see through her closed eyes that he was breathing in the intoxicating scent of her aroused body. She imagined him sucking on the fabric and was startled instead to feel the wet fabric pressed roughly against her lips. Obediently and without thought her mouth fell open to accept her wet intimates as he stuffed them into her mouth.

“You will not make a bursalı escort sound.”

He pulled her across the room to the small couch, making her shuffle and stumble as the half-removed jeans hampered her movement. She kept her eyes tightly closed as the taste of her sex filled her mouth and the scent of her arousal flooded her nostrils. Some women did not find their own scent or taste particularly exciting or special but tolerated it as a way to tease the men or women in their world. But not her. She loved the smell and taste of herself, often enjoying the taste of soaked panties filling her mouth while she masturbated or during love making. She could not help but suck her own juices from the fabric of her panties.

The couch squeaked as he sat down upon it, pulling her head down with him as the level of his hand lowered as well. His hand continued to pull her hair, guiding her down lower until her stomach laid across the tops of his thighs, her legs trailing away from her in a tangle of jeans. Her swollen breasts hung heavy off the outside of one of his thighs and her bare ass thrust proudly into the air, goose bumps from arousal and cold decorating her tight buttocks. It was only then that he released her hair and she hung her head in relief from the pressure of his hand.

He roughly pushed her jeans further down her thighs so that they bunched around her knees, allowing her to part her thighs just slightly. Her glistening sex peeked out from between her barely parted thighs below her round, full ass. A hot liquid dribbled onto the top of her ass and she realized that he was pouring melted butter over her ass. She fought against herself to prevent the moan of excitement and pleasure as the warm, slippery liquid dripped down her ass cheeks down her ass crack, over her tight asshole, and over her engorged labia before trailing down her thighs into her jeans. His hand began to rub in slow circles around her ass, first one cheek and then the other, coating her ass with melted butter, sliding his fingers up and down the length of her slit over her asshole between the lips of her sex and across her painfully erect clit.

The mouth of the wine bottle pressed against her greased asshole, liquid spilling out and down her crack and sex and inside of her thighs. Though muffled by her panties, she still managed a yelp of surprise that was met almost instantly with a sharp, sudden smack against her exposed ass cheeks.

“Silence!” A second stroke of his palm against her ass punctuated his command. She felt him parting her buttocks, exposing her asshole more clearly, allowing him more room, better access. He still spilled a small amount if wine when he pressed the mouth of the wine bottle against her hot hole. She sucked hard on her panties to stifle her moans and groans as he rotated the mouth of the wine bottle against her asshole, pressing inward with the strength of his hands. For a few moments she thought that the butter would not be enough but she gasped inwardly with pleasure as she willed her ass to dilate and accept the bottle into her body. He continued to rotate the bottle as he pressed it deeper into her, the neck flaring wider as the bottle slid deeper into her willing hole, the remaining wine coursing in to fill her.

“Hold it,” he whispered, forcing her to tighten her forced-open ass to clamp tightly against the hard neck of the bottle. The bottle was heavy and threatened to change position and harm her so he rested his free hand against the base of the bottle, pressing against the bottle to both steady it and prevent her from pushing it out with her powerful muscles.

The third stroke against her ass was different, not bursa escort sitesi his hand this time, instead a leather strap with two pads at the end that slapped together when the blow landed. Several more blows came in rapid succession, alternating from one cheek to the other, from the upper part of her buttocks down towards the spot where her ass and top of her thighs met. The skin blossomed red and stung with delectable pain. There was a pause as she felt more butter drizzled across her ass, dripping down around the bottle projecting from her ass and down her engorged lips. Her breath came faster, her mind narrowing in concentration to her stinging cheeks, her pulsating and dripping sex, and her violated asshole.

He slowly pulled the neck of the bottle out of her ass, the muscle clenching back towards its normal size as the neck grew narrower but relief was not to come, at least not yet, as he did not remove the bottle, instead sliding it back deep inside her. He continued to use his free hand to fuck her ass with the bottle while his other hand rained another series of blows with the strap upon her tender ass. The strokes traveled across her ass cheeks and down the backs of her thighs, around towards the outsides of her buttocks near her hips.

She could not help herself, she squirmed in pain and pleasure, in depraved lust and excitement for the violation off her body, the sumptuous abuse of her ass and buttocks. She could not hold back her whimpers and groans of pleasure as the blows continued to come and the bottle slid in and out of her ass, opening her ass wider as he pushed it a little deeper with each inward thrust.

“Spit out your panties.”

She moaned with delight and release as her tongue pushed her panties from her oral cavity. Though he had not said it she knew he had granted her permission to break her barely contained sounds of pleasure. With her mouth free, she was able to lick her lips and open her mouth to pant and groan her excitement freely. The breaths came quickly in her excitement and changed to sharp gasped intakes of pleasure as the strap fell once again across her ass and the bottle plunged deeper into her ass. The sounds of her excitement sounded like those of a she-animal enjoying a well deserved kill.

Then two things happened at once. The bottle popped out of her ass, her hole gaping at the sudden departure of the invading object and his hand found her sex. His thumb slipped easily between her sodden lips and into her hot pussy, his two forefingers of his hand sliding along her slit to her pounding clit. The combined sensation of the pad of his thumb rubbing against her G-spot and fingers roughly rubbing her swollen clit, the stinging of her buttocks, and the spasming winks of her closing asshole launched her into a powerful orgasm. Her cries of climax rattled with the windows of the small cottage as she screamed out the force of her orgasm. Hot jets of fluid sprayed from her pussy as she bore down with each spawn of her orgasm. Each powerful contraction of her orgasm caused a pulsing spurt of her cum to erupt from her pussy and forced a stream of wine from her asshole. The liquids combined, spreading over his hand and forearm as he manipulated her body, soaking her jeans, his thighs, the couch beneath them.

Tears of relief poured down her cheeks as he continued to stroke her inside and out, bringing her to another shaking climax, more liquids spraying from her body in excitement. Her mind went numb, nothing else existing but the parts of her body that throbbed, pulsed, or gushed with arousal. Yelps and wails of pleasure poured from her mouth as he stroked her clit, her pussy, and as the fingers of his other hand slipped easily into her ass. One finger, a second, a third invaded her ass as she continued to cum, her sounds of excitement sounding like a throng of religious zealots speaking their devotionals in tongues of rapture, drowning out the squelching sounds of her wet, manipulated, enflamed sex…

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Chapter 2: San Diego

Keira held a picture of Jerry in her hands, tears streaming down her face as she looked at the picture. Grasping her hand, I gave it a gentle squeeze trying to reassure her. Keira tuned to me and gave me a brave smile, her tears still streaming down.

“Thank you, Bill.”

I wrapped my arm around her shoulders; Keira moved closer to me and rested her head on my shoulder. Her hand found my cock through my pants and gently held it. As I looked in the mirrors, I noticed Amber was always behind me as we drove. We finally made it to my house late in the afternoon.

Keira opened her door steeping out to her new home; Amber was just getting out of her SUV when I opened the front door to the house. Keira and Amber had huge smiles on their faces as they stepped inside. Before I could close the door, Keira started to undress and folded her clothes neatly on the table by the door. Amber also removed her clothes, folding them neatly, placing them next to Keira’s.

My house was big enough for all of us to share; it had four bedrooms with two bathrooms. One bathroom was in the Master suite, the other bathroom was between two bedrooms. My room had only a queen size bed, I knew it would not be big enough for all of us to sleep in, that’s why I brought the king size bed from Jerry’s house. One bedroom had a queen size bed also, the other had a twin bed; the last bedroom was set up as my office. I took the hands of my two slaves and gave them a tour of their new home.

I showed them where to place their belongings and led them out to the kitchen. The center island divided the kitchen from the living room area. The dinning room was next to the kitchen looking out a set of patio doors. Leading them out side to the back yard, I had a spacious patio with a glass table and four chairs. In the center of the yard was a thirty foot by seventeen foot pool with an attached spa and a ten-foot privacy fence that surrounded the back yard. I showed them where the washer and dryer were located, in the hallway to the garage. I opened the door to the garage; it was large enough for two cars and my Harley.

After the tour, they put their suitcases in their rooms. We went back to the living room to relax from the drive. I sat down on the couch motioning them to sit beside me. Both women seemed happy to be here, starting their new lives. Keira and Amber sat beside me resting their heads on my shoulders, I felt two soft hands begin to massage my cock though my shorts. I felt my cock stir as these lovely slaves rubbed my cock. Keira’s fingers traced the growing bulge in my shorts, her fingers grasping my zipper. Slowly she pulled down the zipper. Meanwhile, Amber’s fingers loosened my belt and opened the front of my shorts.

My cock was throbbing as Keira pulled it from the confines of my shorts. She began to stroke my shaft up and down.

Keira looked up to me with a sly grin on her face, “Master, I am hungry. May I start dinner?”

“Well that might be a problem, Keira. You two will have to go to the store for food.” I said not thinking of what she meant.

“Master, the dinner I had in mind was sucking your wonderful cock.” she cooed.

“Suck Masters cock, slaves.” I said smiling.

Keira and Amber slowly leaned closer to my cock. I felt their warm breath as they kissed the sides of my cock tenderly. Keira placed her tongue on the tip of my cock, licking the tip. Amber slowly dragged her tongue down the side of my cock to the base and worked her way to the tip. I rested my hands on their heads and closed my eyes. Amber moved her mouth with a little difficulty to my swollen ball sack, opening her mouth and sucking a ball into her mouth. As Amber did this, Keira swallowed my entire cock deep in her throat, her nose touching my pubic hair. Amber kept lightly sucking my balls as Keira slowly withdrew her mouth taking a deep breath though her nose and quickly engulfed my cock again. Her head started to bob up and down faster as she worshiped my cock.

Amber released her mouth from my ball sack, leaning over and placed her lips around Keira’s nipple and sucked it hard. Keira moaned on my cock as Amber flicked her tongue over her nipple. Amber sucked harder and Keira moaned again. She pulled away from my cock taking some deep breathes as Amber’s teeth bit Keira’s nipple.

I was close from Keira’s sucking and my balls started to boil sending cum up my cock.

I pulled my cock away from her hungry mouth, shooting ropes of cum over their chests. The first river hit Keira’s breasts and the second jet landed on Amber’s cheek. My cock spurting thick white streams covering them in cum. Amber lowered her head and started to lick cum off Keira’s breasts. When Amber finished licking cum off Keira, she offered her chest to Keira to be cleaned. After licking all the cum off Amber, Keira raised up her mouth to Amber, kissing her deeply, their tongues probing each others mouths. When they finished kissing each other they leaned down and started to clean my cock with their tongues.

“Get bursa escort 7/24 dressed you two, and go to the store and us get some food. Put on the clothes you were wearing earlier.” I said.

“Yes, Master.” Keira said taking Amber’s hand in hers.

I gave them directions to the supermarket and some cash to get the food. While they were gone, I would start to unload the truck. The women left with instructions of what to get. I had to move my car and Keira’s car out of the garage to place the furniture from the truck. I had unloaded half of the furniture and boxes when they got back. As I helped them put the groceries away both slaves were talking about how nice the house was.

While Keira and Amber started to make our dinner, I continued to unload the truck. I was in the master bedroom when Keira came in to announce that dinner was ready. Keira walked up to me and gave me a big hug, her hand carefully grasping my cock, giving it a squeeze though my pants. I looked down at her and saw the huge smile on her face. Keira slowly unzipped my pants pulling my cock out, slowly stroking my cock making it hard with her touch. Keira fell to her knees and opened her mouth, taking my cock deep in her mouth.

Amber came into the room, looking at Keira she quickly came over to us. Amber lowered herself to her knees and they both shared my cock. I stood there watching two heads bob up and down on my cock. I let them suck my cock for a few minutes before I stopped them.

“Okay, slaves, that’s enough for now. Time for dinner, I am starved.”

Both slaves moaned in desperation as they released my cock from their mouths. I followed them out to the kitchen. It was a nice evening so we decided to sit on the patio to eat. While I ate my dinner, I noticed that Amber had not shaved her pussy yet.

“Keira, do you notice something wrong with Amber’s pussy?”

Keira looked over to Amber saying, “She has not shaved her pussy yet, Master.”

“Amber, how come you have not shaved your pussy, yet?” I asked with a mischievous smile.

“Sorry Sir, we have been so busy with the move here that I have not had time to shave it bare for you.” Amber said her eyes looking down.

“Yes, we have been busy the last couple of days. So after dinner we will correct the infraction of not having your pussy bare.” I said.

Amber looked a little flustered at what I had said and kept her eyes down at her food. Both slaves did not know I had read all the rules Keira had to follow and with the move, we had been rather busy.

“Keira, Jerry had all your rules in his desk and I have been reading them. Since Amber is new to the lifestyle and I am new to the lifestyle, I think every night after we eat we are going to go over the rules. Is that all right, Keira?” I asked.

“Oh yes, Master.” Keira replied.

“Keira, I expect you to help in Amber’s training and show her.” I said.

“Yes, Master.” she replied looking towards Amber flashing a smile.

I did notice that Amber was a little embarrassed about being naked outdoors. After a while, we all became comfortable sitting outside at the table naked. While we sat at the table after dinner, I went over what I had planned for them. Keira was going to start work at the San Diego office in two weeks. She was still going to put half her pay in her savings account, spilt the remaining half to the house account and the remainder for her spending money. Amber was to find a job that she liked and set up a savings account like Keira had. The remaining half split in to half of that in the house account and the other part was hers to spend.

“You both can set up a schedule for keeping the house clean and cooking duties. Rearrange the kitchen to your liking. I like to be up by six a.m., Monday through Friday and ready for work by seven. On weekends, it depends what we have planned. We need to set up the playroom, Keira. I have decided that Amber will move her possessions into your room and both of you can share that room, most of the time you both will sleep in my room anyway. We will set up that room with all the toys and equipment for our playroom.” They listened intently to what I was saying, nodding their heads at each suggestion.

“Clean up the dishes and get dressed so we can finish unloading the truck.” I said rising from the table.

They quickly got up and removed the dishes going in to the kitchen. I went into my room and put on some shorts and a t-shirt walking back out watching them clean up the kitchen. They looked happy as they moved about.

“Master, what should we wear?” Keira asked.

“Put on shorts and a halter top.” I said to them.

“Yes, Master.” Keira replied.

Walking out of the garage, I saw my neighbor in his yard.

“Hello Bill, you’re back from your trip I see.” he said while walking over to me.

“Yes, we just got back this afternoon.” I said. While we were talking, Keira and Amber walked outside towards me. “Frank, let me introduce you to olgun bursa escort Keira and Amber; they will be staying with me.”

“Hello.” they said to Frank.

We talked a few minutes until Frank had to leave. I walked up the ramp of the truck placing boxes on the edge. The girls took the boxes from the truck putting them in their rooms. The furniture could stay in the garage for now. It was getting late when we stopped unloading the truck. The last few boxes were the items from the playroom and we took them to my office and stacked them. Keira had labeled each box with the contents of the box. The truck was empty and we went inside closing the garage door.

“Strip slaves! Keira, I believe it is time to take care of your sister slave’s infraction. Go to the office and bring some cuffs and ropes.” I ordered.

“Amber, go to my bathroom and get a razor, shaving cream and a towel.” I ordered.

Both slaves went to do their tasks. While they were gone, I moved the chairs away from the table in the dinning room. Keira came back in the kitchen with the selected items. Keira kneeled down, raising the items I asked for and handing them to me. Maybe a minute later, Amber came in with the razor, shaving cream and towel. Amber had a look of hesitation on her face as she placed the items on the table. Amber stood back spread her legs and placed her hands behind her back looking down.

“Keira, place the towel near the edge of the table for Amber. Amber, lay down on the table with your ass on the towel. Leave your legs hanging off just behind your knees. Spread your arms over your head.” I ordered them.

“Yes, Sir.” Amber said getting on the table as I had ordered.

Amber sat on the table and positioned her body. Walking up to her head, I lowered my mouth down to hers and gave her a kiss. Amber responded by flicking her tongue across my lips and probed my mouth with hers. I felt her tremble when I paced the wrist cuff around her slender wrist. I tied the cuff to the corner table leg pulling her arm tight. Kissing her again on her lips, she probed my mouth a little more with her tongue. I took her other wrist and tied it off to the corner of the table.

Amber pulled on her bonds to test the strength. The ropes held her tight. I placed my hand on her breast and heard a gasp as my fingers brushed against her nipple.

“Oooooo, Sir!” she moaned pulling on the ropes.

I rolled her nipple in my finger and gave it a pull.

“Ohhh, Sir!” she moaned louder.

Keira was standing between Amber’s spread legs, her hands resting on Amber thighs.

“Keira, attach her leg cuffs and tie her legs to the table, tight as you can.” I ordered.

“Yes, Master.” Keira replied.

Keira knelt down taking Amber’s ankle, locking the cuff around it, tying it to the table. Keira slowly ran her hands up Amber’s leg.

“Ahhhh, oooo” Amber moaned.

Keira locked the other ankle, tying it off. I saw Amber pull on her restraints, trying to close her legs.

Smiling at Keira, I gave her a wink, asking her, “Place your finger on her pussy and see if Amber is wet.”

Keira took her finger placing it on Amber’s pussy, running her fingertip down her slit. Keira smiled and held her finger up to me, with moisture on the tip of her finger.

“She is wet, Master, but not wet enough.” Keira replied.

“Place your mouth on her pussy and make it wetter, slave. I will get a bowl of warm water while you do that. Do not let her cum, is that understood?” I said to Keira.

“Yes, Master.” Keira said smiling.

Keira did not need any more encouragement. She lowered her mouth down to Amber’s pussy and flicked her tongue up her slit. Keira licked her tongue up the folds of Amber’s pussy exploring her with each stroke.

“Ahhhh!” Amber moaned.

Keira slowly licked and probed Amber’s pussy, making Amber pull on her ropes; her hips trying to get closer to the tongue that was teasing her pussy. Keira placed her fingers on Amber’s puffy pussy lips, slowly parting them. She licked up the inner folds planting soft kisses on them. Amber was moaning more as Keira worked on her pussy. Keira reached the tip of Amber’s clit flicking her tongue over the hard nub. Keira opened her lips taking her clit in her mouth and sucking hard, bringing a squeal from Amber.

“Ahhhh yesssss!”

Standing there watching her as she made love to Amber’s pussy with her tongue. I set the bowl of water on the table next to Amber. Her breath was coming in gasps as she tried to push her clit on Keira’s mouth.

“Master, she is wet enough now.” Keira, said smiling at me with Amber’s juices on her face and chin.

“Very good, Keira, but how am I going to hold her pussy lips when they are so wet?” I said smiling raising my eyebrow. Adding, “I think I have an idea for that,” as I walked to the laundry room.

I had read once that clothes pins are a good way to add stimulation to a person when applied to various parts of the body. Over the washer, genç bursa escort I had several clothespins I used for hanging up delicate clothes. I took four of them, walking back to the kitchen table. Amber saw what I had in my hands.

“Sir, you are not going to use them on me, are you?” Amber she asked with desperation her voice.

“Yes, Amber. I have to have some way to hold your pussy lips out while I shave you.” I said.

“But Sir, you have four of them!” Amber protested pulling on her cuffs.

“Yes, Amber. Two are for your pussy lips and one for each nipple.” I replied.

“Sir, I have never had clothes pins on me. I don’t know how it will feel!” she whined.

“It will hurt.” I said to her point blank, which made her whine some more.

Amber kept her pussy hair neatly trimmed so the clothespins would not be on long anyway. Taking the cloth I had brought with the water, I wet it and placed it over her pussy hair for a moment. While the cloth soaked on her pussy, I took an outer lip in my fingers, squeezing the clip open carefully placing it over her lip.

Letting the clip close, Amber started to whine, “It hurts Sir, god it hurts!”

After a minute, she stopped whining trying to control her breathing. I took her other outer lip in my fingers and placed the clip on it. Amber bucked her hips up hard when I let the clip close.

“Owwwww!” she cried out.

Amber had a couple of tears flow from her eyes as she tried to stay still so the clips would not move and cause her more pain.

“Keira, suck you sister slave’s nipples, make them hard for me.” I ordered.

“Yes, Master.” Keira said leaning over and taking a nipple in her mouth.

Amber moaned when Keira took her nipple in her mouth. Keira sucked hard flicking her tongue over her hard nipple. Amber’s moans of pain subsided with moans of pleasure. Amber was pulling on her wrists trying to reach Keira’s head.

“Now the other nipple, Keira; do it now!” I ordered.

“Yes, Master.” Keira said moving to the other nipple.

While Keira sucked on Amber’s nipple, I reached and took the one Keira just sucked on. Grasping just below her nipple on the areola, I placed a clothespin on it and released the clip.

“Owwwww, oooooooo!” Amber moaned.

“Stop sucking her nipple, Keira.” I said.

Keira stopped, raising her head up from Amber’s nipple. Amber was panting hard now, pain and pleasure going though her as I pulled her nipple up and placed the last clothespin on her areola.

“Owwwwww, oooooo!” Amber moaned again.

I let Amber adjust to the clothespins for minute. I took the cloth covering her pussy, placing it in the bowl of water. I sprayed some shaving cream on her pussy. Taking my fingers I started to spread out the lather around her pussy. Amber moved her hips under my fingers. I could hear her soft moans with each stroke.

“Keira, climb up on the table. Put your pussy over her mouth,” I ordered.

“Oh yes, Master.” Keira said happily climbing up on the table.

Keira climbed up on the table, being careful not to touch the clothespins on Amber’s nipples. Keira slowly lowered her pussy over Amber’s open mouth. Amber needed no instructions as she pushed her tongue up in to Keira’s wet pussy. Keira moaned when Amber touched her clit with her tongue. Keira settled over Amber’s mouth to let her sister slave lick her.

I swished the razor in the water, placing it onto her skin just above her pubic hair. Slowly dragging the razor down her pussy, I heard Amber moan as the razor touched her. Cleaning the razor in the water, I shaved her other side of her pussy; slowly dragging it down. Keira was slowly moving her hips across Amber’s mouth starting to moan softly.

As I shaved Amber’s pussy, she was moving her hips more with each stroke of the razor. Taking a clothespin in my fingers, I pulled her pussy lip out allowing me to shave the sides of her pussy lips. Amber was sucking hard on Keira’s clit when I reached the other clothespin on her pussy. Keira was gasping at the attack of Amber’s tongue on her.

When I was satisfied that Amber’s pussy was smooth and hairless, I released the clothespin from her outer lip. I heard Amber squeal as the blood flowed back in to her lip. I released the other clip and Amber raised her ass up from the table.

“Master, I am close. May I cum, Master, please?” Keira begged.

“Not yet, slave.” I said as I wiped the remaining lather from Amber’s pussy.

My cock was hard from shaving Amber and I needed to have some release. Standing up I shoved my cock deep in to Amber’s smooth pussy. Amber let a loud gasp escape from Keira’s thighs as I started to pump her pussy. Amber increased her tonguing of Keira’s pussy, sending Keira almost over the edge.

“Master, I am going to cum! Please let me cum!” Keira begged.

As I pumped hard in to Amber’s bare pussy, I felt her pussy muscles tighten around my cock. Amber was raising her ass off the table trying to match my thrusts. Amber’s tongue was licking Keira’s pussy with determination. Reaching up to the nipple clothespins, I pulled them off in one stroke. Amber yelled up Keira’s pussy and I felt her start to clamp her pussy around my cock. It was all I needed as I felt my balls boil and a flood of cum shot up my cock in to her pussy.

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Sarah reclined on her throne as two beautiful African American twins gave her a foot massage.

Looking down at the chained Garrison, Jessica and Becky, “You have failed as sex slaves” she told them imperiously. “Looking at the hooded figure behind them. “Execute them.”

The executioner used the axe to behead the three.

“Where is Karen?”

“You had her taken care of a few weeks ago, ” the female figure answered. “When she was not ruthless enough as a Mistress.” Sarah looked at the wall where Karen’s head was next to Casper and Cassandra’s”

“Right after you took over and had your rivals killed.” The hooded figure removed the hood revealing a vampiric version of herself.

“Remember everyone else is just a toy for your use.”

***************

Sarah awoke with a start from her new luxurious quarters. She was sweating. And flustered. Going to the bath room she splashed some water on her face. “What is happening to me?

It had been a week since she started full time doming of her sex slave. She had broken them mentally and relished their servitude.

“No!” I won’t become like them. She went to her closet and grabbed a few items and put in a case.

Rushing out the door, she ran right into Casper’s arms.

“Let me go!” Sarah tried to break free.

“No,” he said softly. His face was full of concern, mirrored by the High Witch standing a few feet away. Tears welling in her eyes, she let herself be carried to Casper’s chambers.

Sitting on his sofa, she relayed the substance of her dream.

“We were expecting something like this”, Cassandra told her.

Sarah looked into those wise eyes, “How?”

“Your first taste of power over another, “Casper said to her.

She nodded.

“Intoxicating?”

“Yes”, she looked down. “I am not worthy of being High Mistress.”

“The fact that you have doubts and had the dream, say otherwise.” Cassandra countered.

“You went on a domination power orgy with no balance,” Casper said.. You lost your empathy.”

Sarah thought for a moment “How do I get it back?”

“Balance and humility.”

Sarah looked at them, “How do you do it?

Casper kneeled at High Witch’s feet, “Once a month I am her sex toy.”

Cassandra stripped and sat down beside him, and kissed Casper, “That same month, I will be his fuck slut.”

“She can whip me, fuck me, immobilize me anything she desires,” Casper continued.

“And I have.”

The Master rose bursa gecelik escort to his feet, lifted Sarah up. “Do you still want to be High Mistress.”

“Yes, ” Sarah replied.

“Cassandra no disturbances for 24 hours, unless the place is burning down.”

He opened a door, “Follow me.”

*************

Sarah had never been in this dungeon before, it was fully equipped.

“The easy part first,” her Master said. “You are my sex slave!”

“Yes.”

Quicker than she thought possible, Casper grabbed her hair, “You forgot your place. Strip!”

The blond disrobed.

“The power has gone to your head, “he admonished.

“Sorry Master Casper, “Sarah lowered her eyes.

He grabbed a Cat, “Lets look at you, speed your legs.”

He circled her, like he was apprising livestock. Grabbing her chin “Open.”

Sarah did as he stuck his fingers in.

He traced the whips down her breasts, “Very nice.” Then without warning he whipped them hard.

“Thank you Master,” she replied through the pain.

“Be silent,” as he continued her whipping her breasts , back and ass.

“I will not break,” she thought to herself.

After several minutes he put down the whip and grabbed a cane. He grasped her mid section. “Life your right leg.” He began swatting her foot and leg. “You are very proud of your legs.” He remarked. He than went to work on the other side.” Rightly so”, he continued. “Your dancing as well as your kicks has served us both well. Now stand at attention.”

Sarah felt the pain going through her body especially her feet and legs. Casper turned on some music. “Begin the Tigress dance.”

Every movement brought pain, but she danced. Every movement and kick screamed stop; yet she dared not. At the end of the song, she fell to the floor breathing heavy.

He looked down on her, “Ready to quit or do you want to be the High Mistress.”

Sarah want to kick that smirk off his face, “Do your worst Master.”

“Lay on your back, ” he commanded. He attached chains to her wrists and ankles, than activate a pulley lifting her 3 feet in the air putting her in a spread eagle.

Producing a vibrator, “You are not to cum!”

The vibrator played it’s orgasmic tune as she was tortured. Her mind was going and when he started kissing her.; she finally groaned in agony.

“You are doing well” he whispered. “Now”

Sarah squirted all over the place, she did not know she bursa sarışın escort had so much in her body.

“Do you still trust me?”

“Yes Master, I do”

He flicked a switch and she feel to the floor

Sarah screamed She landed a few inches from the floor.

“Master.”

“Yes my slave.”

“Right now I hate your guts!”

Casper released her and handed a few rags, “Clean up your mess.”

**************

“Now my slut I am going to take some pleasure from you.”

“Yes Master. “

“On the bed”, Casper stripped and landed on top of her. “I am going to fuck you into exhaustion” as her kissed her.

Casper proceeded to do so, On top, from the bottom, anally he penetrated and gave her major carnal pleasure. But Sarah was expected to match him in sexual performance and she was up to the task despite the pain and exhaustion.

As they enjoyed the afterglow, he kissed her gently. ‘Do you still trust me?”

Sarah smiled, “Yes Master I do.”

He placed a cloth over her face, “Than rest.”

**************

Sarah awoke refreshed and pain free. She looked at herself and saw no marks.

“A magical ointment.”

She gaped.

The naked Master laughed, “Well I could not let my employees see whip marks on me nor could they see it on Cassandra.”

“Master…

He held up his hands, “You are back to High Mistress now and now comes to the hard part. Can you dominate a man who is strong in mind and body and will not submit easily?”

The nude blond walked over to him and looked him in the eyes. “Yes.”

“Prove it, Ah!”

Sarah had placed her foot under his balls, “Now slave, I am in control!. Her voice hardened “On your knees.”

“No.” He tried to grab her.

“She pressed in with her toes. “Down!”

“Mistress Sarah, ” he gasped as he landed on his butt

Sarah straddled him sitting on his face while grasping his cock with her feet. “I’ve often thought of having you as my toy.” She raised her ass, as he took a breadth.

“You put me through a lot,” she informed him.

She raised again “What do you say?”

“I am sorry Mistress.”

“You will be,” as she attached a cock leash and a separate neck one now walk. “As she lead him. In a circle than back and forth and side to side.

“Good dog.”

“Thank you Mistress.”

Sarah smiled evilly, “Now entertain me,” as she turned on the Tigress song.

Casper who had bursa esmer escort never performed tried to clumsily emulate the movements to Sarah’s delight. She finally yanked his leash driving him to the floor. “Pathetic aren’t you?”

“Yes Mistress Sarah I am pathetic.”

She lifted her left foot, “Worship the legs and feet of a your dancer Mistress.” Sarah sighed in appreciation. Part of her wanted another sexual marathon, but she realized that her continued creativeness and dominance were necessary. After a thorough job she had him lay on his belly. Securing at the ankles and wrists. She began spanking his ass with her toes.

“Thank you Mistress Sarah.”

“Don’t thank me, this is your punishment for your terrible dancing.” Sarah activated the pulley and released the cock leash.

“Now lets see your control, ” as Sarah ball gagged him. She inserted a butt boy in tight. She turned on the same vibrator but add a hammerhead. She than sat on him while he was hanging helpless.

“If you cum before I say so, I may just leave you up here.”

The blond loved this, she had control and was making him suffer in a truly erotic way. Her pussy was soaked. She pushed the plug in tighter and tortured his cock with the tool. Then she pressed her toe around his face. “You are at my mercy and you love it.” Sarah taunted.

Casper groaned and tried to fight the sensation, almost there she thought.

“I’m your Mistress and your conqueror aren’t I?

Casper nodded desperately.

“Now Cum!”

He ejaculated out more than she had previously. He shook for some time in the air, almost bucking her off.

Sarah giggled and lowered him to floor. After releasing him she kissed him full on. “After you fuck me, we’ll be even.”

This time she lead. Starting with Cowgirl as he worshiped her breasts.

“That’s it, my stallion.” she reversed position as he tapped her spine with her fingers.

“Leapfrog!” After two more orgasms, he fell on top of her.

“One last thing ,” as she rubbed the magic t on him.

******************

“What are your thoughts?” Casper asked.

“I can be the High Mistress.”

“How do you feel when doming me?”

“It was incredible rush,” Sarah told him. “I’ve never dominated someone I cared about it. I had to be strong and in charge, remembering that you are a person.”

“You were very creative , almost nothing with your hands.”

Sarah gave a mischievous smile, when I am allowed to make both you and Cassandra my sluts, I’ll be using all appendages.”

“I have created a monster.”

“But a sexy one”

Casper sighed, “I can’t wait till the three of us have a session down there. And your slaves?”

Sarah looked at him, “I don’t want permanent slaves.”

To be continued

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Darkness. Zara could see nothing as she gazed straight ahead of her into the void as one blind. Her body screamed with protest as she held her cramped, contorted position, not moving except to draw long, slow, faint breaths. Cold, murky water seeped through her clothing, making her skin crawl as the stagnant, icy slime clung to her flesh. The stones she lay on were hard and broken jaggedly, pushing painfully against the bones of her back and hips. She had not moved for hours. Flashes of light had invaded her consciousness from time to time as her captors searched wildly for her, but the beam of lanterns had never fallen directly on her. Every time that the rocky walls of her hiding place were illuminated, she held back a shudder, closed her eyes, and imagined that she was just a part of the stones.

She felt as if she lay in her own coffin, the square sides pressing in about her. When she had first been thrown into this prison cell, she had made a thorough search of the barren room. High in one of the walls, about ten feet up, she had discovered a deep cleft where on of the rectangular foundation stones had crumbled and been removed. No one had bothered to replace it, since the wall was still three feet thick where the hole was. Zara had tried to reach the gap for what seemed an interminable amount of time, scrabbling vainly at the damp and slippery rock walls. She didn’t know how she had ultimately clawed her way to the cleft, only that she had pulled herself into the opening with shaking limbs and wrenched her body about violently to fit into the shelter of the fissure. They had cursed and searched and shouted when they discovered the empty cell, but they had not found her.

Her limbs began to tremble with chill and exhaustion. At first, she had vaguely thought that she could attack a guard when he came to search again for her, but realistically, she realized that she was too weak. Zara knew that she could not stay here forever, but she could think of no way to get out, unless she was among the ranks of discarded dead. The dungeons of Minostaur were infamous for their security, as well as for the punishments that were meted out there.

A clang echoed down the hallway outside her cell as a door slammed shut. Footsteps marched closer and closer, a faint light flickering into her vision. In an instant, Zara made up her mind. Slithering out of the small aperture, she dropped to the ground. Her legs gave way beneath her and she fell heavily to the hard stone floor. Wincing in pain, she drew a ragged breath and felt about her in the dark. The bobbing glow of a torch was glaring through the few narrow slits in the iron door, and a jangle of keys sounded as the lock was coaxed open. Her fist closed on a loose rock. Diving to one side of the door, she pressed her body close against the cold wall, trying to make herself invisible.

The door swung open and light blinded her dark-accustomed eyes for a moment. Sightlessly, she threw the stone across the room, where it clattered loudly over the sandstone floor. The Atherian standing in the doorway dodged into the cell and held his torch high, searching the shadows bursa osmangazi escort of the wall to his right. Seizing this tenuous opportunity, Zara slipped through the open door.

Mercifully, the torch-lit passage was empty. Goading her leaden limbs into a run, she hurried down the corridor to the cover of a stairwell. A door opened at the end of the hallway and another guard entered. Shrinking back into the shadows, she watched as he approached. He seemed to be looking right at the stairwell. Limping, she hastened down the steps, descending into the deepest bowels of the dungeon. The click of a metal-toed boot hitting the stairs sounded behind her. Recklessly, she hurled herself into the large chamber at the bottom of the winding stair. Casting her eyes about wildly, she dove behind a large rack of chains set close to the wall.

Within seconds, the man walked casually into the room. He crossed to the far wall and selected a few strange implements from an array of shelves. Stomach turning, Zara took in the hellish chamber she had stumble into. She did not want to look at it, and she did not want to know what the various objects in the room were for. The man passed by her again, and she listened to his steps fade away.

Closing her eyes, she wracked her brain for a way to escape this nightmare. Her thoughts slipped back to her excruciating days in this pit, her fevered mind vainly attempting to unravel the strangest of occurrences. She had no idea how long she had been held by her enemies; she remembered only pain, and her mind leaving the time and place to save her. All except for one occasion. Almost hallucinating, her mind took her back to those moments…..

She was fighting tooth and nail with three prison guards, her strength pitifully weakened. One man succeeded in tearing her ragged clothes away. Her eyes lit with rage, and for a brief moment, the guards witnessed again the true Aenetian captain. Kneeing one man in the groin, she crushed the instep of another and turned to the guard still holding her clothing. Taking his knees out, she planted one foot in the middle of his spine and snapped his neck with a powerful twist of her arms.

It was more power than she should have had left. Almost fainting on top of the dead man, she was unable to resist as the remaining guards pulled her upright and strapped her roughly to an angled table, yanking her legs apart to tie her ankles down. Once she was secured, they stepped back to stand to attention on either side of the door. Semi-conscious, she wondered what they were waiting for. Then the door opened and a man resplendent in a black and scarlet general’s uniform swept in, his long, jet-black hair almost blue in the cold, dim light.

“You may leave,” he told the guards quietly, motioning for them to carry away their dead companion as well. He turned his piercing, startlingly azure eyes upon Zara as the door swung shut. Silence filled the room as he regarded her. Slowly, she mustered what alertness she could.

“General Tarsus.” Hazel eyes stared back at his, unabashed, proud.

“So, we meet bursa yıldırım escort at long last, Captain Zara,” he replied.

“Has Aleron grown desperate at last? He finally begins to realize he will get nothing out me?” Zeira asked scornfully. The general removed his satin cape, tossing it to the floor.

“No. He knows that he will or will not. He is not desperate; he is an emperor. As his general, I am the one who should be concerned with you.” Carefully, General Tarsus laid his sword aside, followed by his leather gloves and surcoat. “The Emperor trusts that I will do my best. He knows that you are strong.” The general ventured too close and Zara spat in his face.

“You speak so high and fair. You disgust me, you pig,” she snarled. “I know your business. Your false respect only brings you lower.”

He smiled. Planting his feet, he crossed his arms and considered her with steely eyes.

“I know all about you, Captain. And I know all about your people. I will treat you with the respect that you deserve. I have no true control over what happens here to you. These prisons function on their own, and ill fortune falls upon those who attempt to alter its proceedings. If I were to set you free or spare you, I would die the next day. I might be willing,” he told her quietly, “yet your cause would die with me.”

Utterly baffled, Zara stared at him, mistrust and surprise written on her face. Stepping close, he whispered in her ear.

“Do not ask me to explain myself further. I can save you from this final ordeal—the most terrible. But only if you are willing. I am.” Zara made no answer, her eyes thoughtful and far away. General Tarsus removed his boots, then his woolen socks, which Zara noticed looked as if someone had hand knit them for him.

“I love no woman, I have no ties, no doubts,” he told her, stripping off his tunic, then his undershirt. “I have little chance of love in my position.” His mouth curled bitterly and his leggings fell to the floor. He stood before her, naked. He was younger than she had expected, his skin smooth and bronzed, his face unexpectedly open. Despite herself, her breathing quickened. His body was perfectly muscled, lithe, and beautiful.

“I admire you,” he continued, stepping near. “And now that I see you, I do desire you. You are far more lovely than the tales told.”

“General—” she started, words failing her.

“At least call me Tarsus. I know that you cannot appreciate this circumstance, though I do my best to improve it for you,” he said, true sorrow seemingly in his eyes. She nodded grudging acceptance wordlessly, too proud to admit that she was grateful.

Softly, he bent and kissed her breasts, his hands running lightly up her thighs and over her belly to cup them to his mouth. Her heart began to pound, heat climbing through her body. Lips caressing her shoulders, her hips, the insides of her legs, he watched her breasts rise as she began to pant. He stood between her trembling legs and carefully dipped his cock into her wet folds. She whimpered and he looked quickly to her face.

She wanted him. 7/24 bursa escort He gasped as a heady rush of desire burned through him. His ears caught the fall of passing footsteps outside the cell room door. He would have to make her scream so there would be no suspicion. He looked at her for a moment, this fiery beauty bound to the wooden frame before him, her legs splayed as wide as they would go, arms and throat tied with leather thongs, her body arched over the curved plank at her back. He wanted to make her scream with ecstasy.

More roughly now, he gasped her breasts, raked his fingers down her sides. Forcefully, he pressed his lips and tongue between her legs– sucking, licking, caressing with an intensity that made her shriek. The rose-pink slit between her legs glistened with desire, warming his lips as heat rippled through her body, pearls of sweat trickling down her inner thighs. Rubbing his body over hers, he felt her writhe at the feel of his shaft pressing against her, eyes widening with astonishment at the size of him. He was almost as long as her forearm and thicker than her fist. He felt her become utterly drenched and he moaned softly. Pulling away, he took a deep breath, tormenting her with desire.

“Tarsus, you’d better fuck me now,” she whispered raggedly, commanding.

He laughed, reaching between her legs to fondle, his fingers stretching her wide open and taut. He tasted again with his tongue, pressing fiercely, and she screamed, fighting against her leather bonds, arms seeking vainly to clasp him to her. Pulling her lips even wider apart, he sank his cock into her, forcing the full length of him further and further in. Screaming in rapture, she convulsed, her cunt becoming even wetter than before. He stopped halfway in, not moving.

“Do you want more? Do you want me buried all the way in?” he asked roughly.

She cried out wildly, wanting. Swiftly, he pulled all the way out and thrust back in with all his strength. She screamed and screamed as he seemed to fill her entire body, his shaft shoving deeper and deeper. Footsteps still sounded in the hallway.

“You want this, whore?” he roared over her ecstatic cries. “I’ll fuck you so hard and so long, you won’t know what’s happened to you!” Leaning close to her ear, he whispered passionately. “I want to make you come again and again until you faint. I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll think you’re dying.”

He tilted the wooden frame until she was almost upside down. Standing over her, he plunged down into her, thrusting again and again. Slowing his movements, he began to slide his cock inside her dripping cunt little by little, driving her half mad. Suddenly, he rammed in, pulling the entire frame up to meet him, her thighs forced so wide apart, her body lashed so tightly to the wood, stretched out to welcome him in. Violently, he drove his huge cock all the way in up to the very base, impaling her completely. Shrieking with brutal pleasure, she spasmed, trying to thrash within her confines.

In and out he plunged, ramming into her cunt with all his power, forcing his cock in as far as it could go. He thrust with wild strength, overcome with desire and pleasure, both screaming as he jammed his entire length into her over and over again, driving in with vicious force.

The wooden frame pounded against the stone floor as they moved faster, until at last they both climaxed, and went limp, utterly spent.

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I am again at your not so tender mercy. You had a bad week and it is now Friday night. You want to expel your anger and have chosen to use me to take away some of your unhappiness. I am tied spread out in a door;’way. You have removed my chastity lock and I am now completely naked but also completely unable to move. You started with a whip and then used a belt until I sagged in my bonds. You then reach around me from behind and tease my body. After the past week locked in chastity I respond quickly. Just as I am becoming extremely excited you step back. I cannot see behind me and have no idea what you are going to do next. Will it be the whip? Or worse? I brace myself for a blow but nothing happens. I then hear the stereo in the other room turn on. You have left me there to wait for you.

After some time (it feels like a long time) I again feel you behind me. You slide around me and I can finally see your beautiful form as you tease me to the edge again. Just as I am about to climax you squeeze hard and the pain jolts me back from the edge. You laugh a little and then pull my hair back hard with one hand and continue to squeeze my balls with the other. I begin to cry a little and you smile your perfect wicked smile and lick a tear.

You finally speak “We have just begun slave, it will be a long weekend!”.

It is now several hours later and I have been bound standing in the doorway all evening. You have relaxed, read, eaten dinner, watched TV and in general enjoyed being at home after a long day. Every so often you would stop by where I am bound and waiting, alternating between making me suffer both pleasure and pain. I have been teased to the edge several times and whipped severally with a few different implements. You slowly added to my discomfort, first with nipple clips, then binding on my balls, then weights added to both, then a gag, and finally the hood with the eyepiece on. Bound in this way I can no longer see, hear, or speak just suffer. I do not know where you have gone, it has been a very long while since you last came near me to install the hood and give another beating, this time with the cane. My arms and legs burn from standing bound for so long. My back and legs sting intensely from the several whippings.

Suddenly I again feel your touch on the back of my neck. I shudder in anticipation and suck air deeply as I wonder what you will do next. I am instantly afraid and excited by the possibilities. You slowly run your hands all over my body heightening the excitement. Suddenly you release the cuffs on my wrists. I immediately drop to my knees, knowing I am never to stand in your presence unless you have specifically ordered it. My hands automatically go to my head in the waiting position insist on. You grab my hand and re-cuff them behind my back. I begin to put my head to the floor but you have my leash and pull it back so I remain kneeling. You then open the mouth of the mask and I can feel your butt on my lips but cannot lick because of the gage you placed in earlier. You know how much your butt excites me and how frustrating elit bursa escort it is to feel it with the gag. You giggle a little at this and then move away. Next you remove the gag and I breath deeply through my mouth for the first time in hours. It is short lived though because suddenly your are above me again, your beautiful woman hood in my mouth. I am not sure what to do and am about to begin licking you when I feel the hot stream of your urine hit my mouth. I quickly open wider, terrified to spill a single a drop. You step back and look at my face. You then remove the hood and I blink to adjust to the low light that is blinding after the pressing darkness of the hood. I am treated to the breathtaking view of you standing above me, holding the leash. You lean forward and release my legs from the bondage and pull the leash. Soundlessly, I follow you on my knees to the living room. I am instantly shocked by the sight there….

There on the couch is another beautiful woman dressed in jeans and a nice shirt, holding a balloon glass of red wine. I am instantly shocked and embarrassed by my situation and bondage. She giggles and so do you.

“I told you I had something to take your mind of your bad day” you say.

She giggles again and looks a little shy but also curious.

“Will he really do anything you say?” she asks.

You laugh again at this. “I own him, he not only does what I want, he lives to do it” you inform her.

“There is nothing so satisfying after a tough day than coming home to my slave. He rubs my feet, massages me and serves me dinner. If I have a truly bad day like today he suffers for me so I can feel better. It is a great relief to whip a man after a bad day at work, go ahead and give it a try” you invite, handing her the strongest meanest whip in the house.

She leans forward and takes the whip and my leash. I lean down for the whipping but she pushes my head back up and begins to strike my chest. She is inexperienced and hits my face a few times. Her inexperience means that several of the blows miss or do not hit clearly. You stop her after a few minutes to give her some instruction. I jump as your expert blows rain down on my chest leaving large red welts. She giggles and again takes the whip. This time she does much better and the blows hurt almost as much as yours. I am quickly crying, which makes you both giggle again. You take the whip back and leave huge red marks on each of my cheeks before putting it down. “Worship our guest’s feet slave,” you say quietly. I hurry to comply moving awkwardly with my hands still bound and all of the new welts all over my body. I lean down and begin to kiss her feet with all my enthusiasm, still trying to control my crying…

It is now very late on Friday night. Your guest has left for the evening but not before I gave her feet a thorough tongue bath and served as your toilet while she watched as well as endured another savage beating. You explained to me that she is a woman you met when you stepped out for a drink while I stayed bound vip bursa escort in the door way. You have promised to let her abuse me and enjoy a foot massage any time she likes but have forbidden any other pleasures from me, reserving those for yourself. “You suffered a lot tonight, slave, and I am happy with the way you endured it as well as the way you served me in front of a guest. That was an important first for you and I am going to reward you” you whisper in my ear. I am instantly excited by the prospect and bursting with pride that I have served you well. You lead me to the playroom and tie me down on the bondage table we have. You remove all of my other bondage and I am the most free I have been in weeks. My hands and wrists are bound but everything else is open. You rub lotion all over me first, soothing the welts on my body and bringing me great enjoyment as your hands touch me everywhere. You finally touch my penis last and I am instantly breathless. I have been in chastity for a few weeks, taken out only for teasing sessions. You smile down at me and rub me gently. I look at you desperate with anticipation. Just as I am about to climax you stop and remove your hand. The cruel smile is back as you step away from the table.

A few seconds later you are back with a feather, running it all over my body and making me tremble. It is amazing to feel this and to be able to look at your beautiful face as you do it. It is rare pleasure to be able to relax and soak in your beauty. I gasp again as you suddenly climb up on the table and face away from me. You straddle my face and I am staring up at your perfect butt in your silk panties.

You turn and smile again, warmly this time, and say “this is your treat slave”.

You then lower your butt onto my waiting face and again stroke my erection. I enthusiastically lick your perfect butt and you put more weight on me, giving me the delicious smother I dream of nightly. Just before I climax your hands stop again and your full weight pushes my face down deliciously. Then suddenly you get up and step away. I am breathing deeply and frantic for more of your touch. I see the cruel smile return and hear the giggle that tells me that I will get no relief tonight, then everything goes black again as you slip the hood back in place.

I wake in the dark of the hood, the mouth zipped tight and the eyepiece firmly in place. I am still bound tightly on the table in the playroom. I am cramped from sleeping in bondage and restless from the frantic dreams I had all night following the night of heavy teasing and punishment we just had. I also desperately have to pee but know that there is nothing I can do about it until you decide to let me up. I wait for what feels like forever then suddenly I am startled by a splash of icy cold water. The hood comes off roughly followed by a quick slap in the face. You are above me and begin yelling. “What the hell are you doing laying around? My Coffee is not made! I have not had breakfast brought to me, as I demand! I have not had my feet kissed! You üniversiteli bursa escort are a lazy pig! You are still laying there!”

I try to respond but the second I open my mouth you slap my face again.

“NO EXCUSES SLAVE!! Get moving!! You are already in for a serious punishment and it will be a lot worse if you do not get up by the time I count to three!” you scream.

I struggle to get up, knowing better than to speak. I know there is no way I can get out of the bondage but feel the need to try. As I struggle I here you pass three. You giggle a little the begin to yell again. You love this game, punishing for failing to meet impossible goals. As you giggle you release me. I am confused about what to do first and opt for kissing your feet. You kick me away, and order your breakfast and coffee brought to your bed immediately. I rush to the kitchen to comply and you head back to your room.

In the kitchen I realize I am free from the chastity device and my hands are free for the first since I became your slave. I desperately want to cum but know better than to try it. I also still have to pee but know that I may only use the bathroom with your permission. In your current mood I am sure asking would be a bad idea and just compound whatever you already have dreamed up. I quickly prepare your breakfast and coffee and rush it to your bedside. I kneel while you eat, waiting to see what you will do next.

You finish eating and allow me the leftover piece of toast and bits of egg as well as half an apple. I eat quickly and wash it down with the bit of juice you left in the glass. You smile and stretch.

“your punishment will have to wait, first I want to be bathed.” you inform me as I follow you into the bathroom and then into the shower.

You are showered and dressed and I am still waiting naked and leashed on my knees. I can tell from your clothes that you are going out and can only guess that I will not be joining you. You finish your lipstick and smile at me. It is the cruel smile again and I am suddenly nervous. You point back at the doorway and I instantly go there and assume the spread position. You clip the cuffs on my legs and arms stretching me again in the uncomfortable position you use for punishment. You then go out of the room. A few minutes pass and then you are again behind me. You reach around and take my penis and balls in your

‘Hands. I am instantly ready and excited by your touch. You giggle again and begin to tie a rope intricately around me. When everything is tight you drop it and I see a loose end with a clip hanging down. You then attach a bucket to the clip. The way the ropes are in place I am pointed directly at the bucket. You whisper in my ear

“I know you have to pee, as you go the bucket will fill and pull on your balls.” you say with a giggle.

You then attach a bottle of water to the ceiling. It is a large 2-liter bottle and it is full. There is a tube hanging down in front of my mouth. “You must drink all the water before I return home” you instruct. You then attach nipple clamps again and walk away. I hear the door close then lock as you leave. I have no idea where you are going or how long you will be gone so I quickly begin to suck on the water hose as fast as I can. I suddenly realize that the middle of the bottle is frozen, so no matter how I try I will have to wait.

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She was scared, really scared. So scared that her hands were sweaty and shaking, and her mouth was so dry that her lips were sticking to her teeth.

She couldn’t understand it, they’d been through this endless times since they’d met, especially over the last few months. She knew exactly what was going to happen and what he expected of her. Still, she supposed, knowing what to do and doing it were two very different things.

She met him in a gaming chat room online, around four months ago. As soon as they started messaging he had told her what he needed from his women, she had told him she could never be that. But now, here she was, waiting to be that woman for him.

Was it curiosity? Was it the fear of losing someone she had connected so deeply with? She had no idea, all she knew was that she was both scared of what lay beyond the door into the room, and what lay beyond the door out of the house and away from him. She was trying to decide which it was that she was most afraid of. And wondering if she had time to get another drink of water and one last trip to the loo.

Then she realised it was not fear of him, but fear of her own reactions to what was going to happen that kept her from knocking on the door, and with that she knocked three times, loudly.

He asked her to come in in a commanding baritone. She entered, eyes cast down as he had asked her, and waited for her instructions. How long was she standing there? Ten, maybe fifteen minutes just waiting for him. She knew he was testing her will and strength. She knew she could do it, so she just kept waiting.

Finally he spoke, “Do you know your safeword?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“What is it?” he asked, coming to stand in front of her.

“P-pineapple.” She said, beginning to shake.

“Good girl” He smiled. “Now please remove your clothes.”

She took off her clothes and folded them neatly, more to gain some composure of herself than to be neat. When she had finished she stood again, eyes cast down, hands by her sides waiting for him.

He grabbed her around her neck and lifted her chin to him. “Just to reiterate, in here my word is law, what I say goes, your opinion counts for nothing and the only time I listen to you is when you safeword. In here you are my property, purely for my pleasure. Understood?”

“Yes.” She whispered.

“You will address me as Sir or Master. And I will address you as I see fit. You will only speak when you are given permission. Is that clear?”

“Yes Sir, that’s clear.” She answered.

He nodded curtly and guided her, still holding her neck, to the large padded bench. He tied her to it, using silk scarves, face down, an arm or a leg at each corner. Later he would use ropes, cuffs and bondage tape, but right now, he could see she was frightened and didn’t want to scare her anymore than she was.

He let her test the restraints, though he knew she was only getting out of them if he untied her, and waited while she satisfied herself that this was the case.

As she tried to twist and turn and escape from her bonds she thought “Oh God, this is really it! There’s no going back now!”

He had positioned her so that all his toys were at her back, he wanted to surprise and shock her, and keep her constantly tingling with anticipation. Though, at the same time, he didn’t want her to get scared and safeword. He knew she had it in her to be this woman, he had been looking for a long time for somebody just like her. He was looking forward to her finally admitting that she WAS that woman. He was going to enjoy this, he could see that she already had goosebumps.

He smiled and picked up a light, velvet flogger. “I see you have goosebumps slut, it’s time to warm you up.” He said and began to flog her bottom and back, not enough to cause any pain, but he knew she would begin to feel the sting, tingle and warmth it caused on her skin. He needed her to taste these feelings first, as these were the sorts of implements he would use on her most often.

As he began to use the bursa altıparmak escort flogger she first felt the sting of it, and almost called out, before she remembered that it would be a waste of energy, unless she called out that safeword. She really did not want to do that, because in her mind calling the safeword was like saying “I’m a failure!” She had never failed at anything before, she was not going to start now.

Then she realised something strange was happening to her body, she began to tingle, pleasantly where he was flogging her, and then the warmth crept in. As he worked on her her whole back and bottom began to feel very warm, as if they were glowing a really bright red, as if she had just had a really hot bath. And then she noticed something else, she was squirming. She at first thought that she needed a pee, then she felt the wetness seeping down her thighs, and she realised that she was immensely horny! She couldn’t believe it! She was so busy trying to work out what this meant that she didn’t realise he had stopped flogging her.

He came and knelt by her head. “Look at me little one,” he said.

She did as he asked. “How are you feeling?” He asked her, searching her face for signs of anger or distress, or both.

“I’m OK,” she said. “A little confused and overwhelmed by my own reactions, but I’m OK.”

“What are your reactions?” He asked, needing her to verbalise everything for him. If she didn’t verbally tell him then she could possibly deny it later.

“Weeeelllll,” she said slowly, “I’m really comfortable with what you’ve just done, it felt really good. Which is a shock, I thought I would hate it! And it’s made me horny! Really horny, I’m so horny I have juices dribbling down my legs!” She tried to hide her blushes as she spoke, but he held her face to his so that he could see her reactions. Now was not a time for her to hide the truth.

He looked at her full in the face. “Why are you saying this?” He demanded from her.

“Because it’s the truth Sir.” She answered, not breaking eye contact. “Check for yourself if you want to.”

“You’re not just saying what you think I want to hear?” He questioned.

“No Sir, I honestly feel that way. As I said, you can feel the evidence for yourself.” She blushed again, but did not try to hide her face this time. She knew that this would be the first time he had touched her naked flesh, other than to hold her hand. But that felt good. She suddenly wanted, with every part of her being, him to touch her pussy and feel how wet for him she was.

He held her face in place with one hand and traced a line down her back with the other, slowly travelling down her body, drinking in every curve and dimple. He was watching her reaction to his touch. He liked the look of desire on her face, the look of need in her eyes and the way she caught her breath when he caught areas that were sensitive. Finally he found the crease of her bottom, he dipped his fingers in to the crease and applied gentle pressure to her arsehole, and gloried in the catch of her breath and the slightly crazed look on her face as she tried to buck against his fingers.

“Not yet slut.” He whispered to her, and carried on his journey.

When he found her pussy lips her whole body tensed up, but as he was watching her face, he knew it was from anticipation, not revulsion. He traced the outside of her lips, teasing her for a few minutes, and saw the crazed look on her face grow as she tried to buck and cause more friction. He chuckled and teased her a little longer, watching her desire grow. Finally, he dipped his fingers between her puffy pussy lips and felt the confirmation of what she had told him. She wasn’t just wet, she was soaking, dripping with desire for him.

He found her clitoris, and gently and slowly rubbed little circles around it, carefully watching her. He watched the fire grow from a smoulder to a blaze on her face and suddenly withdrew his hands.

She groaned audibly and he spanked her hard, once on her bottom. bursa nilüfer escort “Do I need to remind you why you are here?” He growled, trying to mask his amusement and desire.

“No Sir,” She gasped, “for your pleasure.”

“Exactly slut.” He said. “You cum if and when it pleases me and not until. Understood?”

“Yes Sir.” She almost groaned. She needed release so badly, but knew that asking for it would not make him give it to her, it might even make him punish her. So she said no more.

He had planned to do so much more with her, but he could now smell her desire, and it made him hard and hungry for her. He had waited to take her for so long. Then he thought about how to do it. He wanted her to remember the first time she gave herself to him.

He put the tip of his index finger at the entrance to her pussy. “Do you want me?” He growled.

“Oh yes Sir!” She responded, gasping and trying to buck him into her.

“You will beg for me like the slut that you are. It will give me great pleasure to hear and see you begging with your words and actions. Everything you want you will have to beg for, and you will not cum until I think that you have begged sufficiently. Do you understand slut?”

“Oh yes Sir” She said and opened her mouth to speak again.

He put his hand over her mouth and stopped her. “Don’t forget your place dear.” He said and came to face her. “Only speak when given permission. I will tell you when I want to hear you beg. And if you cum before I say you can there will be very severe consequences.”

She just nodded the best she could and waited with a small amount of fear, God, could she do this?

He began to move his finger inside her. Gently drawing small circles around the entrance to her pussy. Not putting enough pressure on to make her cum, but just teasing her, and it had the desired effect. He was going to have some fun.

He pulled out of her pussy and licked her juices off his fingers loudly so that she knew what he was doing. He saw her blush and chuckled again. He then dipped in again quickly with his full finger, and then forced that finger into her mouth.

She was reluctant to taste herself, but she knew she had no choice. She blushed furiously as she took her finger into her mouth and tasted her pussy juice. She was surprised at the sweet taste of it, and found that she quite liked it.

He laughed as he saw her mood change from reluctance, to acceptance, to eagerness. He then withdrew and kissed her full, hard and possessively on the mouth. Tasting her pussy as well as her mouth, and enjoying the way the two tasted together. It made him even harder. He was finding it difficult to maintain his control.

He broke the kiss as suddenly as he began it and watched as she searched for him with her mouth. He chuckled and went back to the foot of the bench. He dipped his finger briefly into her pussy again, in order to lube it, then he began to finger fuck her arsehole. She was starting to lose control, he could tell, but he kept a careful eye on all of her reactions. He didn’t want her to cum just yet. At the last possible second he withdrew his finger, and she barely stifled a groan, he chuckled and let it ride, though she would have to learn to curb that later.

Again he stuck his finger in her mouth so that she could taste her own arsehole. She tried to resist this, but he held her head still while he made her suck on his finger as if it was a lollipop. She gagged and fought a little, but he held her there until she accepted that this would be something he wanted her to do. He felt her body go through different moods again, and when he was satisfied he had acceptance again he took his finger out of her mouth.

“You need to get used to tasting body fluids little girl.” He said, “I’ll want you to taste your own and mine on a regular basis. Now, taste my arsehole!” And he pushed his bottom into her face and instructed her to “Lick.”

She was unsure what to do. She wanted to do what he asked, but it bursa kentmeydanı escort was his arse, for goodness sake! He stood there with his bum pressed to her face and waited to see what she would do. He felt her tense, then relax, then tense and relax again as she went through her inner struggle with his request.

She had no choice but to smell him, and after a few minutes she decided that the smell wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be and tentatively poked out her tongue. She gave it a quick lick and then withdrew her tongue, hoping that that would be enough. But he was still standing there, so she figured she needed to do more. So she licked some more, getting her tongue right in the crease and really licking his little star. He squirmed as she did this and pressed back onto her, so that her tongue slipped into his arsehole. She froze, unsure what to do, he stopped too, waiting for her. Then she began to tease his arse with her tongue, seemingly savouring his smell and taste, almost trying too fuck his arse with her tongue. He smiled broadly, he was so pleased with her right now, but didn’t want to speak for fear of making her realise what she was doing and stopping her.

Abruptly he drew away from her, she still had her tongue out when he turned around, he bent down and sucked her tongue into his mouth, tasting himself on her. It almost made him lose control there and then. He knew he had to wrap this up soon.

He broke the kiss and looked at her. She looked so sexy laid there, tied to the bench, he was so happy with her and he knew he had made the right choice with her. He lifted her head by her ponytail and said “You’ve done very well so far little girl, and we’re nearly done here. But now you need to beg for my cock.”

“Please Sir, give me your cock, I need it.” She declared.

“Not good enough slut. Be more specific!” He demanded of her, he had already warned her that he expected her to demean herself.

“Please Sir, will you fuck my pussy with your beautiful hard cock? I need to feel it inside me now, before I break! I need to feel you inside me fucking me, and I know you need to cum. If it pleases you Sir, please fuck my pussy” She asked.

Well what could he do when she had asked so nicely? He kissed her briefly on her forehead and whispered “Good girl slut.” And went back to the foot of the bench.

He positioned himself in between her open legs and rubbed his cock on her pussy lips, whilst warning her “Do not cum until I tell you, if you think you are going to cum, or you need to cum then you must beg for it. Is that clear?”

“Yes Sir” she whispered, afraid that she was so turned on that the second he entered her she would explode.

He entered her slowly enjoying the feeling of her warm, wet, tight pussy enveloping his cock. She was almost too tight. “I won’t last long” he thought. He waited until she began to try to buck against him and then began to fuck her with long, hard strokes. She moaned and gasped as he moved in and out and they slowly both began to come undone as they enjoyed each other. They had waited so long and it felt so good to finally be together like this.

Soon she began to beg, “please Sir, I need to cum, please may I? Oh Sir, please let me cum, I’m about to explode, Sir I’ll die if you don’t let me cum right now!” And so on. He kept denying her until she could no longer talk, then he knew she was on the verge of orgasm, and he was close too.

“Cum for me slut.” He said simply, and that was all she needed. She exploded, writhing and shaking and sweating and cursing. She had the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced, she had never known sex could feel like this.

At the same time he came inside her, quietly, but with a small groan, it was with a sort of relief that he had chosen well and that she hadn’t safeworded, but still with that blissful happiness that only a long, drawn out conquest can give a man.

He withdrew and made her clean him, which she did with a renewed passion. He then untied her and helped her to stand, move and drink some water before drawing her onto his knee. He held her and rubbed her back as they both came back to earth.

He accidentally brushed her nipple as he changed position slightly and she started writhing against him again.

He laughed. Yes, he was going to enjoy finding the hidden slut in this one!

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