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Without warning, James picked me up, as you would expect any newly married groom to do and carried me through the front door of the old and rustic cabin. His strong arms extended from his large, six-foot four frame, easily man handling me through the threshold.

He carried me inside and playfully dropped me onto the bed. As I bounced back up, his lips met mine for a cute and gentle kiss.

“I love your kisses” I said with a coy smile.

“I know.” James quickly retorted.

His joking demeanor is one of the reasons that I fell for him so hard and fast. Only four months ago I was a happily single 21-year-old woman. I never intended to get married so young, but I have never met anyone like him before. He was intelligent and driven. He had goals set out in life and even at his modest age of 29, he has already accomplished so much. He was the Chief Executive Officer of a bikini coffee company which is how we first met. I assumed that he was just interested in my five-foot, 100-pound body. But he proved to be truly in love with me.

After he kissed me, he went to the car to retrieve our bags. He’s always been the perfect gentlemen to me. He even respected my wishes to wait until our wedding night before we would have sex for the first time; something that a sexually experienced and complex person like myself, would have real struggles with. But I needed to know about him. I needed to make sure his love was real. Luckily, it was; and he past his first test, without even knowing he was taking it.

“I knew you could do it James.” I thought to myself.

After he returned with our bags, I asked if he could help me with my dress. Staying in my wedding dress for such a long drive was not ideal but our wedding ran late and neither of us had time to change.

He stood behind me and slowly pulled the tight zipper down with much care. His large, strong hands easily manipulated the zipper that ran down my back. Once down, I slid my gown off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. The same dress which I took such care of until now.

No longer covering my body, it revealed, the perfect outfit I had warn for just tonight. I wore four-inch white, strapped shoes that weaved up my ankle to just below my knee. Following up my leg were my thigh high white lace stockings. I had on a very tiny white thong with an all-white garter over it. I loved the way the garter clips outlined my perfectly round ebony ass. Finally, I wore a white lace corset which was barely enough to contain my large breasts.

I turned to see James’ mouth hanging wide open. I knew he would love the look of my pure white lingerie against my dark skin. I grabbed him gently by the lapel and pulled him to meet me.

Our lips met with a spark of adrenalin. Although we have kissed many times, this was different. I felt his strong hands reach behind me and pull me closer into him. I responded by playfully biting his lower lip.

He lifted me off my feet, both metaphorically and literally. He spun me around and dropped me onto the bed for the second time. He fell on top of me, catching himself just inches from me. That was the last straw; I couldn’t take any more.

As my new husband kissed me, I desperately reached for his belt. Some fancy finger work later, both his belt and pants fell.

“Fuck me, James. We’ve both waited way too long for this”, I whispered before pushing his face to my breasts which were already popping out of the top of my corset.

He didn’t waste any time. He reached to his now throbbing member and pushed my thong to the side. His cock had no problem slipping into my dripping cunt. I moaned immediately as his lips closed on one of my nipples.

As he worked himself into me, going slow at first, I wrapped my legs around him. My pointed heals on his now naked rear which must have given him more motivation because he started to fuck me with an increased rhythm.

“Oh yes, Baby. Fuck me harder. Cum in my pussy!” I screamed as his teeth clamped down on my breast.

My eyes rolled back and my back arch. I came with a loud scream to the heavens. The pleasure was like a tidal wave that washed over me. James, being the perfect man that he was, never stopped; not for a second.

His large missile pounded away at me causing my high to last for what felt like days.

Finally, I begged him, “Cum in me. Full my pussy. Please? Please, use me!”

Before the last syllable left my mouth, I felt his cock spasm and the hot liquid fill my insides. He moaned as he pumped his cum into my waiting twat. My legs continued to encourage him to keep thrusting into me.

After he finished, he rolled to the side and collapsed on the bed next to me. He was still mostly clothed, but he pulled my white lace covered body into his arms as we both struggled to catch our breath.

“That was amazing, My Love.” James said as he started to get up to shower.

He asked if I wanted bayburt escort to join him, but I declined, explaining that I liked my outfit and wanted to stay in it for a little longer. He smiled and said that he wanted that too.

As soon as he went to the bathroom, I started with my plan. I went to my bag and pulled out a leather portfolio, a pen, and my personal favorite, a leather riding crop. I knew I had to do everything just right for it to work. I sat on a chair with my legs crossed, staring at the bathroom door.

I waited patiently and when James came out of the bathroom and saw me waiting for him with my new crop, he couldn’t believe his eyes. I told him to drop his towel which he did and told him to have a seat at the small table in the corner of the cabin.

I explained that in front of him was a contract that I expected him to read and sign. He seemed very distressed at first until I explain it was a sexual contract and not some kind of postnuptial agreement.

“You see, my new husband, I am a huge fan of Female Lead Relationships. It basically means that I am the boss. I will have final say on all matters for our whole marriage. You and I will both have responsibilities to each other, but you will be punished if you fail to meet yours.” I tried to explain. After a long pause, I continued, “It’s not legally binding but I do take this very seriously. Oh, and James, this is what I want out of our relationship.”

I rehearsed the words many times. I thought back to the dozen or so times I stood in front of a mirror and repeated my lines over and over again. I wanted to make sure I had the perfected tone and inflection of my words. I wanted to make it clear that I wanted this and that I have high expectations of it, but without him feeling forced or trapped.

The next 45 minutes was filled with him meticulously reading the 23-page document and asking questions.

“What’s a cockcage”, he asked sounding slightly worried.

“Oh, my dear, it’s a device that locks onto the beautiful piece of meat and I will have the key. It will prevent you from touching it without my permission.” I said, very directly.

As his questions continued, I decided to have some fun. I sank to my knees and crawled under the table to between his legs. He asked me a question about butt plugs as I plunged my mouth onto his already hard dick.

“Oh Baby, please? I really want to read this for you.” He moaned. I could hear the pleasure in his voice as I worked.

I took him deep into my mouth, going slow at first. Taking my time as my tongue slid up and down the underside of his dick. As I would lift my head to just the tip of his large cock, I slid my hand up right behind it, slowly squeezing as it neared the well lubed head. He moaned in pleasure.

“I’m going to teach you about something called edging and by the time I am finished, you will have signed the contracted.” I told him in between the strokes of his cock.

He desperately tried to ask me what I meant but my mouth and hand were too much for him. I took him complete in my mouth until my nose encountered his well-defined and naked abs.

Within only a few minutes, I had him warning me that he was about to cum; a nice courtesy to extend to any woman sucking a dick. But it would be different for James this time.

I abruptly released his cock and it bounced up, hitting him in the stomach. I knew what his would do to him.

“Honey, edging is when you bring a guy close to orgasm over and over but never let him cum. It’s used as a tool for controlling him but, also, it helps the guy make difficult decisions. For example; you can sign the contract and give yourself to me forever and I will let you cum. Or you cannot sign, and I will leave your hard dick as it is and you can suffer until I feel like letting you cum. It’s you’re choice my dear.” I explained, knowing full well what he would say.

“No please Scarlett. Please finish.” He begged.

I reached up and handed him the finely crafted blue inked pen. He closed his fingers around it as I engulfed his cock once more. I could see his hands drop by his side as he enjoyed me teasing him.

I, once again, started teasing him with my hand as it made its way up his cock, squeezing tightly over the tip. Within minutes he was moaning again. This time, he thrusted his hips, trying to get as much pleasure as he could.

“Please keep going. Please baby, it feels so good.” He pleaded. I notice that it was a request this time. I was impressed by the speed in which he learned.

“Just sign the contract.” I said as I released his dick.

He moaned and begged me to continue. I slowly licked from his balls and up his shaft. I made sure to remind him that I was still there.

He paused but then raised his hand and signed the last page of the contract. I was pleased with him and made sure he received the entirety of his reward. My hand increased speed as I stroked his cock. His moaning increased, and he warned me for a third time in five minutes that he was bartın escort about to cum.

This time, I forced myself down onto him. Taking the whole length of his cock in one gulp, he screamed as he exploded into my mouth. I moaned as I felt his warm cum fill my mouth. He shot for what seemed like minutes and after, he sat lopsided in the chair. Once again, I left my new husband struggling to breathe and ready to pass out.

I continued to massage and clean his cock for nearly ten minutes as he moaned in pleasure. I was careful not to touch the tip of his cock too much. I wanted to massage him, not punish him.

Eventually, his dick started to grow again. I was impressed that he was going onto his third time tonight.

“Where have you been all my life, James?” I thought as his member grew to attention.

I got up and stood next to my once dominating husband whom I had wrapped around my figure. I inspected the papers and although his signature was a little sloppy, likely from the pleasure I was delivering at the time, he signed and dated.

“I have yet another thing for you to do tonight my dear.” I said as I lead him by the hand to the edge of the bed.

“Now, as you know, just an hour ago, you filled my perfect, tight, black, pussy with your cum.” I said as I sat down and laid back.

I continued my seductive movements as I slowly slid my thong off my waist and down to my ankles. “In our contract, it says that you are responsible for disposing of all cum; mine or yours.” I informed him.

He nodded that he did see that clause.

“So, get on your knees and lick my pussy clean.” I said in a harsh tone.

He seemed startled. I have never even raised my voice at James before. He’s always been too perfect for that. But now I was prepared to do whatever I had to in order to have my perfect submissive husband.

Luckily for him, he remained my perfect man and sank to his knees. Though he did go slow and was obviously reluctant, he did as he was told.

His face inched closer to me. My panties were still around both ankles, so I extended my legs, hooking the back of his neck with my lace thong and pulled him into my snatch. Once there, all hesitation left his body. His tongue shot into me. I was moaning in pleasure immediately.

I grabbed him by his hair and pulled tight as I screamed through yet another orgasm. As I rode his tongues pleasure, I continued to pull him. He worked my clit until I couldn’t take it anymore and I pushed him away.

After my body recovered, I grab James by his hand and pulled his naked body into bed with me. I kissed him deeply, tasting myself on his lips. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to his naked body. I could feel his cock growing against my back side.

“I love you baby, but this will have to wait” I said, patting his hard-on.

Within minutes we were both asleep.

I woke up before James which was unusual for us. Normally, he was up by dawn, but I suppose our wedding and first night of sexual relations tired him out. The thought of him needing extra sleep due to my pussy made me smile.

I was still wearing the sexy white outfit from the night before. I wanted to make use of it once more. I sank under the sheets on top of my sleeping husband and took his limp cock into my mouth. It took me only a few seconds to have him fully erected and moaning.

As he began to wake up, his moaning became louder. I always loved the sound of a man moaning while he was in my mouth. Knowing with just my oral skills, I could control the rest of his orgasm.

“Ask me for permission before you cum.” I told him as he started thrusting his hips to meet my mouth.

“Please Scarlett! Please let me cum!” He begged.

He was very good the night before, so I indulged him. My tongue probed the tip of his cock and soon he was shooting his thick white cum into my awaiting mouth. I continue to bob my head on him, making sure to suck him dry. As I would close my lips around the head, he would jump in his seat. I giggled at his uncontrollable reaction.

I left him to recover as I showered and got ready for the day. I came back out with just a towel on which James seemed to love. I walked over to one of my suitcases and made a show of bending over, putting my ass on perfect display for him.

I returned to him, lying naked in the large bed, with a velvet pouch. I poured the contents out and onto his stomach. He didn’t say anything as I toyed with the scattered parts.

“This, my dear, is a cockcage. It will be locked tight around your gorgeous dick. I will then have complete control over what you do with it.” I explained as I attached the hinged metal ring around the base of his balls.

I didn’t want to give him too much time to consider the event taking place. I wanted him locked up and controlled for the day.

“Baby, I’m not sure about this.” He objected as I slide the steal cylinder on his rod.

I smiled to reassure him as the final part went on. A small, but strong, padlock ığdır escort held the unit in place. The last thing in the velvet pouch was an expensive gold chain that I bought just for this, which had a small key instead of a locket. I put it around my neck as we got dressed for our day.

Our day was long with lots of hiking in the mountains. We stopped at a lake and I made him watch as I skinny dipped, still wearing the key around my neck. It was measured perfectly to hang between my breasts. I knew I was driving James wild.

By the time we arrived for our reservations at dinner, James was begging for release from the cage. We had dinner and some drinks, the whole time my foot was in his lap. I could feel the cage through is thin trousers.

After dinner, I decided to help my captive husband. I told him to fallow me and I led him to a small family bathroom in the back of the restaurant. I told him to remove his pants, which he did quickly, and I slowly lowered myself to my knees in front of him.

I slowly and seductively pulled the chain from between my tits and inserted it into the lock.

“Do you want to come out and play?” I asked as if I didn’t already know the answer.

“Please Scarlett, just take the damn thing off so I can fuck you.” he said, rather dominatingly.

“I think you forgot who’s in charge here.” I teased as I start to pull the key out. “I own you James. Forever. You do not fuck me. You may ask permission, and if you’re lucky I will grant you the reward of getting your cock anywhere near my perfect body. Do you understand?”

“Yes Scarlett, I understand.” I loved hearing the defeat in his voice as I continued removing the cage. I giggled at the power that he so easily gave up to me.

“Also, from now on, I am your Goddess and that is how you will refer to me.” I said, waiting for the perfect time to unleash that on to him.

“Yes, Goddess.” He responded, learning very quickly.

I unlocked him and slid the tube away. He let out a sign of relief as his half hard cock finished growing.

“Goddess wants you to fuck her in the ass. I love anal sex and I want you to get used to it. Do you understand?” I said as I wondered if I was doing too much too fast. After all, we just started having sex 24 hours ago and I didn’t want him to start to wonder who he has married.

“Please, Goddess! Please, I would love to fuck your perfect ass.” He said, dashing most of my concerns.

I pulled a small bottle of lube from my purse and handed it to him. He knew what to do. Within seconds he was inching himself into me. He went slow and used large amounts of lube. I loved the feeling of the cool liquid as it first made contact with my tight asshole.

He took his time and as he pressed into me, I moaned and pushed back. I could no longer wait to feel my asshole stretched around his massive tool. After a few minutes, he increased his rhythm and I was moaning in pleasure. I was sure that anyone waiting outside the door could hear me.

He grabbed my waist tightly and pulled me into each thrust. I could hear his breathing become heavy as he neared his point of climax.

“Yes. Oh yes, my slave. Cum in my tight ass. Oh God, fuck me, fuck me hard!” I screamed.

He moaned and panted as I felt my bowels fill with his cum. I moaned as his wave of fluids pushed me over the edge causing me to squirt and orgasm as he pounded away at my rear. I screamed out as the pleasure overtook my body.

After a few minutes, James slowly pulled out of me. Leaving my ass filled with his seed. He fell back, catching himself on the wall.

“You know what to do next my handsome slave.” I said as I maintained my bent over the sink position.

“Ummm, what do you mean?” He asked.

Then, as if he flipped a switch, my inner dominatrix came out. I grabbed him tightly by his soft cock and twisted. He yelped in pain.

“I made it very clear yesterday that you clean up all your messes.” I explained as I squeezed a little harder.

“Scarlett please. That hurts” He pleaded.

“Oh, I think you mean Goddess.” I corrected as I released his cock and gave his balls a hard slap. He screeched as the pain shot through him.

“Now, get on your knees and clean my cum filled asshole like a good boy.” I said, still giggling from the sound I made him make a few moments before.

Although he seemed reluctant, soon his tongue was deep inside me. I bent over and spread my feet slightly, to give him better access.

With his face buried in my tight ass, I looked back to see his dick start to get hard again. I knew he would love this once he got used to it.

He soon finished up and remained on his knees. I sat on the counter and directed him between my legs and to my pussy.

“You are going to eat my pussy.” I explained, and he quickly went to work on my still dripping cunt.

His tongue torpedoed into me and moaned immediately.

“Oh, fuck yes. Eat my pussy like a good slave.” I said as I reached under my shirt to play with my tits.

It only took me a few minutes for yet another orgasm to overtake my body. My hand grabbed him by his short hair and pulled him tightly into me and I closed my tights on his face, keeping him still. His tongue never missed a beat. As I came, he worked my clit with an increased pace. When I finally recovered from the pleasure that his tongue inflicted upon me, I felt as though I needed a nap.

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Chapter Three: Savoring the Moments

After he left, Kristy came out of the bathroom and walked into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. I was surprised to see her completely nude with damp hair. She held the coffee to her nose and inhaled, “Oh, I love the smell of fresh coffee. Hmmmm.” I just watched her, glancing at her bottom. It was a sight to behold when she was wearing tight pants or practically anything, but in the nude it was a masterpiece. She wasn’t one to walk around the apartment naked so I rarely got to see it like this. After a few minutes of silence, she asked, “Where’s Adam?”

“He went for a jog,” I sighed. “Thankfully.”

“Yeah, I’m glad we have a little time to ourselves to talk,” she concurred. I watched her as she slowly sipped her coffee, but my eyes kept falling to her perfect ass. There was so much I wanted to say, but I was enjoying the view way too much to interrupt it.

After a couple minutes, she placed her empty cup on the counter, walked up behind me, put her hands on my shoulders and began to rub. After several minutes, she blurted out excitedly, “Oh, baby. Wasn’t last night amazing?”

I remained silent for a moment, thinking of the words to avoid busting her bubble, but still getting my views across, “At first, it really shocked me. And then I was both hurt and horny that you were sucking him while I fucked you and, even more, when you demanded that I let him fuck you. But, when I came and he actually started fucking you, I couldn’t take it. I felt horrible and just wanted it to stop. All I could think about was ending it all just so the pain would stop.”

“Oh, god, baby. That’s awful,” she cried, wrapping her arms around me and kissing my cheek. “We won’t ever repeat that mistake again.”

I let out a deep breath. “Oh, thank you, baby. That’s such a relief. I didn’t think you’d be willing to just make it a one-time thing.”

She took my hand in hers, “Come on.” She led me next to the bed, which I hadn’t made, yet, and pulled down my pants and boxers. “On your back.”

“You know it’s Sunday, right?” I asked stupidly.

She laughed, “Oh that was just a dump excuse to get out of pretending I was in the mood for boring sex with you more than two nights in a row. But no more boring sex for us, right? Get on your back.”

I obeyed. She climbed onto the bed near my feet and crawled up my body until her breasts were hanging over my mouth and I could feel the warmth of her sweetness against my semi-erect prick. “Suck my nipples.”

I sucked the left and caressed the right, then switched. Considering that it was the first time I had ever recalled the bare skin of my prick coming into contact with her pussy, even just the outer labia, the moment was heavenly. Yet, an overwhelming urge to fuck swept over me. I reached up and grabbed her waist, planning to roll her over and fuck her bareback like Adam had done the night before.

But, as I did, she pushed my arms back down and turned herself so that her pussy was directly over my mouth. Then she began stroking me in an upward motion with just the tips of her fingers. The odd but welcome sensation was all the encouragement I needed to forego my plans and lick her instead.

She pressed herself firmly to my lips and spoke, “Now, I think I need to clarify what I meant by not repeating the same mistake as it seems you misunderstood. I know that not only are you quite capable of taking any pain I decide to give you, but also, deep down, you desperately need me to hurt you for my enjoyment. Isn’t that so?” She raised herself just enough to allow me to speak.

I wanted to argue, to repeat that last night had been too much, but I was way too hard and horny to object to anything she said, so I relented, “Yes.”

Once again she applied pressure to my face. “That’s what I thought. You see, the problem last night had nothing to do with Adam or me; it was your fault for ejaculating prematurely. As a masochist, your mechanism for overcoming pain is your arousal. So, ejaculating when there is still so much that I want to do that is going to hurt you is just plain stupid. It weakens your defense mechanism and ruins your fun. You should always be the last guy in the room to cum, never the first, Michael.”

I tried to speak, but it was muffled. She raised off of me a little and I asked, “Does that mean you ARE going to cheat on me again with Adam?”

“Whoa, buster! I didn’t cheat on you. You said it was okay and you wanted it to happen, so it wasn’t cheating. It was just a sexual act we agreed to do as a couple.”

“What if I say no; that I don’t agree to let you sleep with Adam ever again? Will you cheat on me then?”

“No, I’ll dump you.”

“What?” I yelled and lightly shoved her to indicate I wanted her to get off of me.

“Don’t be stupid, Michael. If you want to be a baby, then I’ll get off you, but it may be the last chance you get to even see my pussy, let alone taste it. So, just calm yourself down. bilecik escort I promise I’ll explain, but only if you’re licking my pussy and I’m playing with your weenie as I do. We both know brutal honesty works better that way.”

“Okay.” She pressed herself to my lips and I began to lick, savoring the taste in fear of losing it.

“Now, Michael, I DON’T want to dump you. I love you. But, I’m not a masochist. Sure, I enjoy some pain like a light spanking, the twisting or nibbling of my nipples, or the momentary sharpness when a cock like Adam’s first stretches me out. But, I can’t deal with the hardcore emotional pain that turns you on. If I had to spend the next five weeks with Adam’s cock in the same room, itching to penetrate me, and not being able to touch it, taste it, or feel its fullness, I would lose my fucking mind in misery. It would be far more agonizing than that little bit of jealousy you felt last night.”

I was a little pissed that she was trivializing the pain I felt the night before, particularly when I told her it included suicidal thoughts. But, then I started to wonder if maybe I had been a baby about the whole thing. After all, pain was my thing, not hers.

“So, yes, if you tried to do that to me, I would have to dump you. And, Michael, you know I’m the best thing that ever happened to you. You’d never be able to replace me. I mean, look at yourself. You have a soft, out of shape physique. Thankfully, you’ve lost quite a bit of weight from last semester, but you still have a long way to go before most girls would actually get excited to see you naked. And, then, once she sees what you’re packing, she’d get an instant headache. I would have gotten a headache that first night had I not seen you enough times in pajama bottoms or gym shorts to know you didn’t have any kind of bulge to speak of. I didn’t expect you to be as small as you are, though.”

I could feel myself stiffening even more with her words.

She giggled, presumable at that, before continuing her denigration, “And your height is only about average, just like your face. So, those factors neither help nor hurt. But, then there’s the hair. Michael, you have less hair than most forty year old men. And I’m not trying to be mean. See, my uncle went bald at 30 and he went from bringing home a new hot girlfriend every holiday to settling down and marrying a plane Jane who already had two kids from her first marriage. So, if women in their late twenties and thirties don’t want a guy with no hair, how much chance would you have with girls who aren’t even twenty yet? Not much, I’m afraid.”

I’m not sure exactly why, but what she had said about my hair didn’t feel very good. By that I mean, it did nothing to arouse me. In fact, it had the opposite effect. It was already a sore subject and perhaps there was way too much truth in her words.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I guess I shouldn’t have went there. Now you’re little dickie is all soft and nasty. I guess there’s a good reason I’ve never even mentioned your hairline before.” She lifted herself off of my face and scooted down to where the bottom of her ass cheeks were barely touching my chest. “But, I do think it’s very important that I come up with ways to both increase your pain and decrease your pleasure for both of our enjoyment. I could feel you staring at my ass earlier. Why don’t you plant some soft kisses on that ass you adore while I try to think of something that will arouse you?”

After I strained my neck to plant roughly twenty kisses all over each of perfect cheek, she teased, “That’s it my little asskisser. You do that like it’s what you were born to do. In fact, you’ve been kissing my ass since the day we first met long before I ever considered letting you see it nude, let alone fucking you. Speaking of fucking, you know I fucked Dave and Tony, right?”

“Really, when?”

“Last December, after you showed me the picture of that blonde with big tits riding Adam’s cock and told me he had been cheating on me all semester but didn’t think I’d believe you until you had proof. I still didn’t believe you and I thought it was rather strange that he just carelessly let you take a picture of him fucking someone.” She edged back up to where her ass cheeks consumed my field of sight and her lips were touching mine. “So, I went to Dave and Tony hoping to get some straight answers. They were reluctant to betray Adam at first until I offered to give them both some pussy in exchange for the truth. That’s when Dave said that Adam had been a pretty selfish friend, never sharing any girls or even hooking them up with the one’s he didn’t want. Is that true?”

I nodded with my tongue outstretched.

“Ooh, I like that answer. They also told me that the girl riding Adam’s cock was a stripper and that YOU had approached THEM with the idea to all go in together on to celebrate Adam’s birthday. They said they only agreed because she had manisa escort a reputation for getting gangbanged by her clients. Judging by the angle of the picture, you had snuck into the kitchen, waited until everyone was watching them and snapped the photo. They said you were lucky her bodyguard didn’t catch you because he would have broken you and your phone. You completely set Adam up. Don’t you feel guilty about that?”

I shook my head, again with my tongue in her pussy.

“I think I like the way the yes feels better. Anyway, they were still mad at you and Adam for not getting a piece from the stripper. I kissed them both on the cheek, then turned to leave. I grabbed my purse off of the stand next to their door and took out my keys and jiggled them. When I turned around, you should have seen the look of shock on their faces! They looked like they were ready to cry. I smiled, put the keys in my purse and took out two condoms then walked back, turned around, bent over the couch, and hiked up my skirt to show them I wasn’t wearing any panties. Tony took me first, then Dave. They weren’t nearly as good as Adam, but they were both way bigger and better than YOU. I mean, I came on both their cocks.”

I moaned into her and thrusted my hips upward, inviting her to stop teasing and start stroking.

She did, but very slowly, “You know, to be honest, your little prick has never made me come. I never even came ON it until last Wednesday and that was the look of humiliation and pain on your face not because of that little bit of barely noticeable rubbing you were doing down below. You know, in fairness, every guy I ever fucked was bigger and WAY better than you. But, that’s fitting, considering you were my unlucky number.”

Confused since I had only known about Brett and Adam and now Dave and Tony, I pushed up on her ass enough to speak, “What do you mean unlucky? Was I number six?”

“Try again,” she giggled.

I thought for a minute thinking I had to be missing something, but couldn’t come up with anything, so I winced, “It can’t be thirteen?”

She lowered herself back down, “Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner. You get the special prize of licking a pussy that a dozen guys fucked before you!” She giggled again.

After that she was silent for a couple minutes while I explored every part of her pussy my tongue could reach. As I did, I came up with a stupid rhyme that Kristy may have liked if I only had the opportunity to share it: I am not her best nor am I her first, I won’t be her last but I will be her worst. I’m pretty sure that most guys wouldn’t be proud of or turned on by that or the fact that they were their girlfriend’s unlucky thirteenth, which were the main reasons I was.

“It’s kind of ironic that you were number thirteen considering you tried to use Adam’s lucky condom and it was too big. It just says something about luck and fate. Would you like to know who else I’ve fucked besides Brett, Adam, Tony, and Dave?”

I stuck my tongue out and nodded my head.

“Good answer! From now on when you’re licking my pussy and I ask you a yes or no question, I want you to always answer yes and do it just like that. Will you do that for me?”

The idea of always answering yes regardless of what she asked filled me with dread but also excited me since she could manipulate me into anything just by asking me when her crotch was mounting my face. So, of course, I nodded in agreement.

“That’s my boy. Okay, now let’s talk about the dirty dozen who were all better than you. First, there was Brett. I’d rank him second best. He wasn’t quite as equipped as Adam, but pretty close. Where Adam really has him beat is height and muscular definition. Brett worked out, but his lower back, abs, thighs, and butt muscles just didn’t have the power Adam’s do. As I said before, Dave and Tony were about average in size, which is what, about fifty percent longer and wider than you? Anyway, they fucked me doggystyle, which you’d never be able to with the size of my butt. That’s why you and I have only tried missionary. I think it’s best for your size, don’t you?”

I was actually quite happy at that point with missionary as well as our current sexual position which was a modified version of the sixty nine. And considering it was my only possible answer now that I’d agreed to it, I nodded.

“Good. There is actually a position that’s better for your size and probably would feel better for you and maybe a little better for me. But, I won’t do it since it requires me to do all the work. However, I did do it with my fifth guy. He came up to me after my first English lit class this semester, introduced himself as Yori, and asked if I had a boyfriend. I told him I didn’t. He asked me out for coffee. I asked if he had coffee in his room. He said he didn’t. I asked what he did have in his room. He told me soda. I said I’d prefer soda in that case. He took me back to his room mersin escort and after he poured the soda and turned around to me, I dropped to my knees, unbuckled his belt, slid off his pants, and took him into my mouth. It didn’t take long for him to get fully hard. He was slightly below average, though he still had an inch on you. I stood up, took the glasses of soda and sat them on his desk, pushed him on the bed and stripped for him. Then I rode his cock while he massaged my boobs. When we both came, he asked if he could see me again. I told him I wasn’t ready for any kind of relationship and that the only reason this happened was because I could tell he was shy and was proud of his courage. I also made him promise to keep what happened to himself. Now, doesn’t it excite you to know I rode this stranger Yori’s cock and will never ride yours?”

My agreement to always say ‘yes’ became very difficult at that point. In truth, at that very moment I wanted her to get off my face and ride my prick, instead. I was kicking myself for the promise I made as I nodded.

“The sixth guy was just your regular jock type. His name was Marco and he was a cocky jerk. I went out with him during one of your Thursday night classes. I went back to his room but I wasn’t sure if I was going to sleep with him until I saw his roommate Anwar. He asked Anwar to leave, but I asked him to stay. Marco called me a slut, but had no problem sticking his cock in my mouth or fucking me while I sucked Anwar’s smelly uncut cock. His dark masculinity was intoxicating. Marco wore a regular condom, was about average in size, and lasted about ten minutes. Anwar wore a XXL and lasted nearly twenty minutes. He was very rough and demanding. If I’d have fucked him more than once, he might have replaced Adam as my favorite lover. But, Marco ran his mouth telling people I was a slut and Anwar said his family would never approve of him dating a girl with that reputation. Do you think I’m a slut, Michael?”

I froze. She couldn’t possibly want me to answer yes to that question. But after a few minutes of me holding still and her not stroking me anymore, she started lightly smacking my balls. “Answer me,” she ordered.

I nodded hesitantly with my tongue outstretched. After four slow licks up and down, I heard and felt her hand smack my balls with considerable force. I yelled into her pussy.

“Oooo, I like that. Do it again.” She smacked me again and I yelled louder into her. After a few moments of savoring my agony, she started slowly stroking my prick again.

“It’s okay if you think I’m a slut, Michael. All of your coworkers do. After Anwar, I went a few weeks where Adam was the only one who fucked me. Then, near the beginning of February, I happened to notice your boss Chuck, the head janitor mopping some floors. Because of the way he was standing and the fact that the middle aged pervert wasn’t wearing any underwear, I could see the outline of his cock through his pants and it was impressive. I don’t think he saw me looking but I noticed his eyes following my ass as I walked by through a reflection in the window. Realizing it was just us in the hallway, I turned around and went up to him and asked if he liked staring at teenage girls asses. His jaw dropped to the floor. Then I told him he could get a better view if he took me into his office, bent me over and fucked me from behind. He left the mop and bucket in the middle of the floor and did just that. Does knowing that I fucked your boss get you so horny you’re itching for another smack to the balls?”

I hesitated to nod, as I couldn’t believe her story. I had almost got into a fight with a couple of my coworkers when I overheard them talking about my girlfriend. And, yet, here she was admitting that she fucked my boss. How could I ever look at him the same way again? And does he know she’s my girlfriend? Do they make fun of me behind my back? The questions kept racing through my mind. While I was thinking, Kristy grew impatient and decided to bring her hand down in a closed fist this time. My lips were sealed around her pussy when I yelled at the top of my lungs.

“Oh my gawd!” she cried. “Now, that was amazing. It’s punches for you from now on, mister. Sound good?”

I nodded hoping she wouldn’t punch me again, at least not so soon.

Fortunately, she resumed her stroking and her story, instead. “But, it didn’t stop there. I told Chuck I’d meet him in his office at the same time the next day. I did and he fucked me the same way, bent over the desk facing the door. Soon after he started, one of your coworkers, Sam, opened the office door and walked in without noticing us at first. Chuck told him to hurry up, get in and shut the door. Sam tried to excuse himself, but Chuck insisted he come and get some. So, Sam whipped out his cock and stuck it in my face. It was a nice size and shape and I started to suck it. Soon after, he said he recognized me and asked if I was your girlfriend. I don’t know why, but I told him I was but we hadn’t slept together yet, so it wasn’t official. I asked them to keep quiet about it because it would break your heart. They agreed, but only if I was willing to keep doing this until it was official. Then Chuck insisted they switch places, which they did several times until they both had gotten me off and themselves, too.”

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Going through emails was normally quite tedious when you owned a website. Joseph’s website, however, was a niche site that only attracted specific viewers, so the emails he received were very specific, and much more interesting.

He scanned the list until he found the one that interested him. It was from Marie, his current client. She confirmed that everything was a ‘go’ for tomorrow night. Joseph smiled. Marie was a hot and horny one. This was going to be fun.

His website catered to husbands or wives who needed help telling their spouses about their secret sexual fantasies. Joseph would devise a plan to expose the deepest, darkest desires of, say, a wife to her husband.

His last client was a young girl named Gloria who had an exhibitionist streak. She was too shy, and ashamed, to tell her husband about her wish to be seen naked by other people. That was until the scenario that Joseph had provided. As he and the husband had chatted at an outdoor cafe under a false pretense, Gloria emerged nude, except for heels and an elaborate mask, from a limousine. The limo driver honked the horn repeatedly, until everyone around was watching Gloria strut first across the public plaza, to the cafe, and up to the men’s table. She had then spread her legs and rubbed her pussy briskly for all to see, while twisting a hard nipple. As Gloria reached a squealing orgasm, she ripped off the mask and fell into her astonished husband’s lap.

The limo had pulled up to the cafe, and the three of them hurried into it just before it sped off. Joseph had then thoroughly explained Gloria’s dirty desires to her amazed husband, while Gloria blushed and masturbated. When she came again, Joseph exited the car and explained that the limo would drive for two hours. Gloria was already opening her husband’s pants when Joseph closed the door. For that he had collected his $3000 fee from Gloria, prepaid.

*********

It had started simply enough. Joseph had spent a weekend with a group of old friends two years earlier. He was single, they were all married. As the first night wore on, and the drinks flowed, all three of the women had told him about their sexual frustrations. Joseph had questioned them individually, and coaxed out their secret desires. One had wanted to be tied down and fucked in the ass, another wanted to be spanked hard while she played with her pussy. The third had always wanted to suck off her husband while another man fucked her from behind.

The next day, Joseph gathered the three women and told them his plan. Keeping it secret, they had convinced their men to allow the girls to lead that evening’s entertainment. The husbands had separately agreed with their wives not to interfere, no matter what happened.

Long story short, that night Joseph tied Connie to a picnic table, fucked her in the ass, and rubbed her clit as everyone watched. He spanked Kathy’s ass hard, first with his hand, then with a ping pong paddle, while she came over and over. Then he fucked Andrea from behind while she sucked off her amazed husband, both men coming inside of her at once as she shook in orgasm.

As he loaded his car to leave the following morning, the group convinced Joseph that people would pay good money to have someone help them realize their deepest fantasies. What started as an enjoyable sideline had turned into a full-time, lucrative business.

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Everything was prepared for tonight’s session with horny Marie and her unknowing husband, Rob. The warehouse space was rented, and the needed equipment was in place.

The scenario that Joseph had settled upon was, as usual, a ruse. Marie was bringing Rob to the warehouse to see the opening of a modern art exhibit being put on by a friend. Joseph had carefully gone over the details of the story with Marie, and she was ready to act her part.

“Are you sure this is the place?” Rob asked as he shut off the car. “They can’t be having an art show here.”

“This is the place.” answered Marie, “Come on, lets go in and find my friend Joseph.” They walked across the parking lot toward a lighted door way, Marie pulling Rob by the hand.

Joseph watched them approach through the window. Marie was a girl that any man would desire. He knew that she was 5’4″ tall, although her heels made her seem taller. Her long, blond hair hung past her shoulders and onto her chest, She wore a V-neck black sweater that clung to her large breasts, and a short black skirt that showcased her very slim waist, curvy hips, and tight bottom.

Rob was 6’1″, handsome, trim, and fit-looking. He looked sharp in casual slacks and a button-down shirt. Joseph met them as they came in the door.

“Hello, Marie! Thanks for coming. And you must be Rob.”

“Hi, Joseph,” Marie leaned in for a kiss on the cheek from her host. “Yes, this is my husband, Rob. Rob, meet artvin escort my friend Joseph.”

“Nice to meet you, Joseph. Marie tells me that you do some interesting work.” Rob was looking Joseph straight in the eye, They were the same height, but Joseph was a little broader in the shoulders. Rob guessed Joseph to be in his mid-forties.

“You’ll get to judge it for yourself soon. I asked Marie to bring you in a little before the show begins so that I could show you something new that I’m working on. Please, follow me.”

Joseph led the way down a hallway, around a turn and finally to a door which he unlocked and pushed open. “This is my workshop. I’ve been commissioned to build some special furniture that I promised to show Marie.”

Joseph led the young couple inside and over to what appeared to be some sort of chair. It had a heavy base with a foot rest, thick arm rests, and was padded in black leather. “This chair was ordered by a rather unique individual. There’s more to it than meets the eye. Rob, could I ask you to demonstrate? Please, sit down.”

Rob looked skeptical. “What does the chair do?”

Marie answered, “Come on, babe. Joseph told me all about this thing. You’ll love it. Sit down and put your arms on the armrests and your heels on those small metal plates.”

Rob looked at his wife for a moment, then nodded. “Why not?” He settled himself into the chair and put his arms and feet in place.

Joseph smiled, then flipped a switch on the back of the chair. With a snap, spring-loaded clamps closed around Rob’s wrists and ankles, holding him tightly in the chair. Rob looked in surprise from Marie to Joseph. They both wore smiles.

Joseph spoke. “Don’t struggle, Rob. This is something that Marie requested. Please, don’t talk, just listen and watch.”

Suddenly, Joseph moved behind Marie, reached around her head, and pushed a red ball into her mouth. Hanging from it were two straps, which he quickly attached behind her head. Marie didn’t move or struggle, but she looked nervous. She and Joseph had rehearsed the restraining of Rob, but that was all. She didn’t know what would happen from here. She felt excited and a little afraid.

Rob pulled against the chair restraints. “Leave her alone, you fucker! Let me out of here!”

Joseph ignored him as he pulled a pair of padded hand cuffs from his pocket. He reached around little Marie and quickly snapped a cuff onto each of her wrists. Stepping around her, he grabbed the cuffs and tugged her a few steps until they were underneath some sort of winch. He pushed a button and a chain with a large hook at the end descended. Joseph roughly pulled Marie’s arms up, looped the handcuffs onto the hook, and pushed the button to raise the chain. Marie’s arms were pulled high enough that she wouldn’t get loose, but her feet were still on the ground.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Rob was angry as he continued to struggle. “Let her go! If you hurt her, you sick son-of-a-bitch, I’ll break your neck.” Again, Joseph ignored him as he calmly pulled a chair up next to Rob and sat down.

“Settle down, Rob, and let me explain.”

“Fuck you! Let us go right now!”

“Very well, I can do that. But as I told Marie when she paid me, the $10,000 fee is non-refundable.”

Rob was stunned as he looked from Joseph to Marie. There was drool running down her chin because of the ball gag, and she was shaking. “Did you pay this guy $10,000 to tie us up? What the hell?” Marie nodded and held his gaze. She had a fiery look in her eyes that Rob recognized. Lust. Was this turning her on?

Joseph stood and began pacing. “Rob, if you let me continue, I’ll explain everything. Please, don’t talk, just listen and watch.”

“As you’ve probably guessed, there is no art show. I’m no furniture designer, but I am an artist at what I do,” Joseph continued as the young couple looked on. “What I do is help couples like you to find out each other’s deepest secrets and fantasies. And, Marie has told me hers. We’ve been exchanging emails for weeks now, although we’ve never met until tonight. I know every sexual thing about her. And a little about you.”

“Rob and Marie, both twenty-four years old, married at twenty-one after being high school sweethearts. She tells me that you treat her like a princess, She tells me that you have sex every night during the week, and twice or more each weekend day. But, there is more to Marie’s sex life than you know.”

Joseph walked to a table and picked up a pair of scissors. He approached Marie and slipped a blade of the scissors into the v-neck of her sweater. Marie looked at the scissors with fright as Joseph sliced the material downward until he cut through the bottom hem. Pulling the sweater front open revealed Marie’s transparent black bra, her light pink nipples showing through.

“You of course know, Rob, that your sexy, little wife is multi-orgasmic. aydın escort The lucky girl can cum over and over again. When you two make love, she always comes more than once, isn’t that right Rob?”

Rob opened his mouth to speak, but Joseph cut him off. “Did you know that little Marie needs more? Did you know that she plays with her little pussy three, four, even five times a day?”

Joseph turned and swiftly cut Marie’s sweater to shreds and ripped it off of her. He continued, cutting through the front of her sexy bra, then slicing the shoulder straps and pulling it away. Marie’s large breasts bounced free.

“A lovely C-cup, and such sexy nipples. You’re a lucky man to have these to play with, Rob.” Joseph placed his hands on the bottom of Marie’s tits and lifted them up, squeezing gently. “But, Rob, do you know how Marie would really like you to treat her tits?”

Joseph gently grabbed a nipple in each hand and turned to Rob. “This is what she wants.” Joseph squeezed each nipple very hard while lifting and pulling her tits. He nearly lifted her off of her feet as she screamed in pain through the gag. Joseph let her down but kept a tight grip on her nipples. “Is this what you want, slutty Marie? Tell me. Tell Rob.”

Marie’s body was shaking hard as she looked first at the man pulling her nipples and then at her husband. She was still whimpering as she nodded her head. She yelled through the gag, “Yes!” Joseph released her and stepped back, than began walking in a slow circle around the dangling, topless girl’s body.

“Rob, deep in her sexy soul, you’re little princess is a dirty slut. And she wants to be treated like one. Let me tell you how she has signed some of her emails to me. She calls herself Cum Slut, or Dirty Little Cock Sucker. She calls herself Masturbatress, or Cock Whore.”

“Would you ever send a text message to Marie that began ‘Hello Cum Dump’, or ‘My Slutty Dick Swallower?’ Of course not, you wouldn’t say that to your little princess. But I guarantee, if you call her something like ‘My Nasty Little Fuck Toy’ it will make her pussy wet and her clit tingle. Isn’t that right Marie?”

Joseph had stopped in front of Marie and was looking into her eyes. She just stared at him. Joseph raised his right hand and firmly slapped her left tit. “Tell Rob what you are.” Raising his other hand, he slapped Marie’s right tit even harder. Saliva had dripped onto Marie’s chest, and drops of it flew from her swinging tit.

A muffled screech turned into barely understandable words. “I’m a cum slut, I’m a dirty cock sucker.” Marie turned her gaze to Rob. She was blushing and shaking.

“Marie can’t get enough sex, Rob. She reads dirty stories and watches porn videos while rubbing her horny clit. She sneaks away and masturbates. What do you think she’s doing when she jumps in the car to run an errand? Why, she drives to the grocery store and pretends to be on the phone, sitting in the car rubbing herself. A quick, sneaky orgasm, then back home like nothing has happened. She told me that she does this often.”

Rob stared at his wife. She was blushing, looking back at him with eyes wet from shame.

“That’s just the tip of the iceberg. I’ll bet you love the fact that Marie likes wearing tight jeans because they make her ass look so good. She likes to wear them for another reason. She told me that in tight jeans she can cum while driving without touching herself! Can you imagine your little princess sliding her ass back and forth on the car seat and squealing through an orgasm?”

“If a handsome guy at work flirts with her, it turns on your sex-crazed wife so much that she sneaks into the bathroom and masturbates. She’s even masturbated right at her desk, with four other people in the room. Many times.”

“Here’s one you’ll know. Remember Marie’s birthday party at your house last August? You had about 20 people from the neighborhood over? Well, two of those husbands, Jake and Don, hit on your provocatively-dressed wife. It made her so horny that she slipped away to the master bath, rubbed her clit and came hard, then re-joined the party. I’ll bet you had no idea.”

“And, no idea that after you have sex at night she often rubs herself to another orgasm or two while you sleep beside her. Marie thinks about sex all the time, every day. She’ll bring herself to orgasm four or six times every day, fuck herself to a few more at night with you, then stay awake and rub out another two. I think you’d agree with me that Marie is indeed a cum slut. She’s a slave to her greedy pussy and clit.”

Joseph was behind Marie now. He unfastened her skirt, slid it over her hips, and let it fall to the floor. “Has this conversation made you horny, Marie? Are your panties wet?” Pulling the scissors from his pocket, he quickly snipped the sides of her black silk panties. The sides dropped, but the panties stuck to Marie’s wet pussy. Joseph reached down, pushed Marie’s balıkesir escort legs apart, and slowly pulled the cloth from her pussy. He and Rob could see strands of her juices stretching between the panties and her clean-shaven pussy. Joseph pulled the panties free, walked over to Rob, and dropped them on Rob’s leg. Rob looked at the soaked panties, then at Marie. Both men could smell her arousal.

Joseph walked back to the table, this time returning with a pair of sturdy clamps attached together with a short chain. He squeezed and twisted Marie’s left nipple, which was already hard and swollen, then opened a clamp around it. He smiled at Marie, then let the clamp snap shut on her nipple. His hanging captive screamed through the gag, thrashing wildly. Twisting and pulling the other nipple, he let the second clamp snap shut as Marie screamed again and tried to pull away. Joseph held the chain firmly and pulled her back into position. Marie was crying and wailing as Joseph tugged the chain up and down, finally pulling it high, holding her stretched tits up to her chin. Five hard slaps fell on the underside of each tit as Marie sobbed and wailed. Joseph then put the chain between his teeth and used both hands to slap and roughly squeeze Marie’s distended tits. Suddenly, he let the chain drop and stepped back.

Marie was breathing hard and whimpering. “Don’t speak,” Joseph said to her. Reaching around Marie’s head, he unfastened the strap, then gently pulled the ball from her mouth. Marie flexed her jaw and tried to lick up some of the saliva that covered her cheeks and chin as she stared at Joseph through teary eyes.

Still staring into her eyes, Joseph brought his hand up and touched Marie’s wet pussy. She jumped and gasped. “Good girl, Slutty Marie. You may cum once.” Joseph immediately started a firm caress of Marie’s clit with two wet fingers. Her knees buckled, and Joseph wrapped his free arm around her waist, holding her up.

Marie looked at Rob as she started to shake. She could see the bulge of his cock pushing against the front of his pants. Joseph rubbed faster, and Marie moaned loudly. Suddenly, her eyes flew open wide as she screamed and shook violently. Joseph kept rubbing as Marie’s body bounced like a puppet on a string, her cries drowning out the sound of the rattling chain and handcuffs.

She came long and hard, then finally slumped, hanging from her wrists in Joseph’s arms. Joseph pushed the button that lowered the chain and pulled the cuffs from the large hook. He picked up Marie’s shaking body, carried her to a small bed set off to the side, and laid her down. The cuffs were still on her wrists and the clamps still pinched her nipples.

“I’d free you now, Rob, but this next part will be, well, a little more physical. You might be tempted to try and stop me. Please be patient, you’ll get to fuck your slut wife soon.”

Joseph turned to the still-quivering girl and removed the handcuffs. He pulled four wide leather cuffs from under the bed, wrapping then buckling one around each wrist and ankle. Pulling Marie to her feet, he led her back into position under the winch. This time he lowered two hooked chains, one about four feet from the other, until they were level with the top of Marie’s head. He hooked each wrist cuff to one of the hooks.

Retrieving another item from under the bed, Joseph returned with a thirty-inch wooden dowel. The thick dowel had hooks at each end. Kneeling before Marie, he removed her heels, pushed her legs apart, and attached an ankle cuff to each hook. She tried moving her legs and realized that there was no way to close them. Joseph stood and pushed the buttons to activate the winch. Marie’s arms were pulled up until her feet were just touching the floor. Joseph smiled at his captive, then unexpectedly gave her three hard slaps directly on the pussy. Marie howled. Joseph laughed.

“Too noisy, slut.” Joseph picked up the discarded ball gag, spit on it, then forced it back into Marie’s mouth and secured it.

Rob snapped out of his shocked haze. “Do you have to be so rough with her? I get it, she wants me to slap her tits and pull her nipples harder. Why don’t you let us go? Keep your money, just let her down.”

“Because, Rob, we’re not finished. Think about it, Marie molests her little clitty any time she can get away with it. What do you suppose she thinks about when she masturbates? You? The guy next door, or the guy at work? Is that enough to make her cum six times while you’re away at work?”

“Let me describe the videos and stories that Marie loves the most. The thoughts that fuel her lust for orgasms. The nasty secret that Marie is dying to tell you.”

Joseph turned to Rob. “What turns this little cum slut on? Stories and videos about being tied up and whipped until she cries. About being slapped and abused and spanked. About being restrained and harshly fucked while she has no control. About the indecribable feeling of pain mixing with pleasure. These are her darkest fantasies.”

“Marie knows that she’s a dirty, masturbating slut. She knows that she’s a bad girl, hiding hundreds of orgasms from you. What Marie craves is to be punished. And punished HARD. Like the girls in the stories she reads. Like the girls in the videos she watches. Well, tonight she is going to get her wish.”

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The night we met for dinner it was Wednesday and it was the first warm spring day. I had on a light yellow flower sundress. And my hair was up in a clip showing off my neck. My breasts were hugged nicely by this dress. Small enough in the right places. We had been on a few dates over the past month and I was truly interested in you and wanted to take this a step further. You had ordered wine, knowing full well what it does to me. I excuse myself to the ladies’ room and re-apply my makeup. Made sure my hair was fixed just right and checked my teeth before returning to the table.

“I poured you a fresh glass.”

“You know what this wine does to me, Dale. It goes straight to my head.” You smirk at me across the table.

“Well dear, I’m joining in on the fun. Besides I’ll have you home and in bed early tonight I promise.”

“Promise?” I touch your hand from across the table and you grab my hand and kiss it softly.

We finish off our drinks and then the handsome young waiter comes over to the table. You thank him by name and we stand up and I feel a little light headed. You chuckle and place your arm around my waist your hand just below my breast. Your thumb brushes against it and you kiss my neck as we leave the restaurant for the valet area.

“Number 309. Black Caddie.” You hand the ticket over and the attendant notices me.

“Have a seat over there, Sir. You’re wife looks like she’s ready to pass out.” You chuckle with me as we walk to the bench.

“Husband and wife? Could you imagine?” We sit down and I lay my head on your shoulder and feel your hand between my naked thighs.

“I’ve never had this effect from wine before. I don’t know why it’s hitting me so hard.”

“Maybe it was a better year of wine than you’re used to having from the other cheap dates you’ve had.” I was tipsy but easily offended at that comment. Before I could say anything the attendant comes back and helps me off the bench and into the car. He even goes the extra step to buckle me into my seat. His hand slides across my breast and he cupped my right breast and pinched my nipple. I gasped and look at you waiting for you to say something to this man who just groped me.

“Mike, you can play with kırklareli escort her later. I call you when you’re ready. You’re jeopardizing everything.” The attendant gives you a hard stare and shuts the door. You speed off placing a hand on my left thigh. Your fingers dip between my thighs. “Open you legs for me, April. I want to feel your warmth.”

“Dale, what was that back there? Why did you let him touch me and not stop him? What did you mean by ‘You can play with her later’?” You take your hand away from my leg and place it back on the steering wheel.

“April, it wasn’t the wine why you’re feeling so light headed. Yes. I did spend more on that bottle of wine than any of the other losers you’ve spread your legs for in the past. Yet here you are with me and you can’t even let me feel your cunt.” My mouth dropped open in shock. You turned into someone else. I have never seen this side of you before. “I slipped something into your drink. I can see you’re trying to comprehend all of this, but it’s better if you just accept it. Remember the waiter? His name was Jorge. You’ll be enjoying him as well as the attendant later. There’s also other people involved in this. You’ll meet them later, darling. When you can remember it all.” I feel my seat recline and you slide my dress up to see my lace panties. “Enjoy your nap. You’ll be needing your rest.”

I feel your hands run up my thigh and I feel your fingers on my cunt. Rubbing it through the outside of my panties. Then I feel you grabbing the one side of my panties and you tear the side off. Ripping my panties off of me leaving my pussy open to the breeze coming in through the window. I notice we’re at a red light as I watch you crumble my panties with the crotch part facing out.

“Seems like you were getting quite wet at the restaurant, April. Was it for me or Jorge? Doesn’t matter anyway. We’ll tend to every one of your desires and ours. Mainly ours.” You lean over and kiss my neck. “Open your mouth.” I clench my mouth shut and you take your other hand off the steering wheel. You pinch my nipple hard and repeat yourself. “Open your damn mouth. Before I make you.” I clench harder figuring afyon escort at least if you pull over I can try to get out. The light turns green and the cars behind us begin to honk loudly blaring on their horns.

“You little slut. If I have to get out of this car and place it in your mouth you will regret it later.” I stare out my passenger window as you turn onto a residential street and put the car into park. We’ve parked under a large tree and the street isn’t lit very well. I hear you unbuckle your seat belt and you open your car door and walk over to my side. You open the door and kiss my lips. I respond back with a kiss and you break away noticing the tears in my eyes.

“Why are you doing this to me, Dale? Didn’t we have something? I thought we had something,”

“April, open your fucking mouth and take your wet panties into your mouth. I want you to taste how badly you want me. There’s no questions that you need answers to at this moment.”

“Dale, what about my life? What about my family? My job?”

“Don’t worry, slut. That will all be handled by me. From now on I want you to call me Master. No more of this Dale shit. Understand?”

“Yes, Dale.” You grabbed my nipple and pulled it as far as my breast would go digging your nail in the entire time. I begin to cry and sob as your nail digs deeper than I thought possible.

“How are you to refer to me?”

“I’m sorry, Master. It will not happen again.”

“It better not, slut. Now open your mouth.” I swallow hard and open my mouth and taste my wetness on my panties.

You get back into the car and we drive in silence the entire way back to your house.

Your house is on 5 acres in the far northwest suburbs and I have tears streaming down my face as we take the streets to your house which makes it an hour drive. I have a million thoughts I want answers for and need answers for. I’m terrified of what might happen to me. All the trust I had in you and the love I was feeling to grow is all gone. Now I’m just terrified of the inevitable and what you will do to me.

During the entire drive your hand laid on my naked thigh. Briefly your fingertips brushed amasya escort against my cunt. I had fallen asleep some time during the drive and between my tears. I’m in a deep sleep yet I hear your garage door open and I hear the doors opening and shutting.

When I begin to stir from my long sleep my jaw hurts and I feel terribly chilly. I try to move my arms and find that I can’t. My legs I can not move either. I begin to scream as much as I can and I return to my sobbing from when I fell asleep last night in your car. I continue to tug at the ties that hold my arms away from my body tightly. My eyes glance down and I see I’m completely naked. As I try to move across the room I hear the tone of a phone begin to dial and then I hear your voice.

“She’s starting to stir. Get Laura and Dawn and get your asses here as well. We want to do this the right way. Tell the girls she needs a shaving and some piercings will be needed. Possibly even a branding.” I hear you hang up and then you walk over to me. You smile as you look down at me. Your hand grabs my left breast hard and you don’t let go until I cry. “slut, if I remove your panties will you cry and give me a hard time?” I shake my head no and you remove it and then kiss my lips.

“What time is it, Dale?” You shake your head and walk over to the wall behind me. I hear you remove something and then before I know it I’m hit with a whip.

“I am your Master. You are to refer to me as Master. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.” You hit me again with the whip and it touches my cunt and I scream. Your hand rubs the spot that the whip licked against my skin.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment with you for so long, April. Everyone will be here shortly and you’re going to be ours. I will be your Master since I brought you to them to enjoy. But you will be all of ours to use.” You sat down next to me on the bench and played with my right nipple as you spoke. “You asked me a few questions last night. About your family…about your job.” You clear your throat and continue to talk. “Your family is on vacation for the next week. You said so at dinner. Your job – well you will be in good hands. Don’t worry about your job.”

“But Master, what about the mail and tending to the house?”

“Don’t worry slut. All in due time. All of your questions will be answered shortly. I’ll give you some alone time. I wish you could’ve fought me more. Possibly you will be a challenge in training.” You bend over and kiss my lips before shutting the door behind you as you leave me alone in the large cold dark room.

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Another tall tale suggested by Mrs. 123z.

xxx

England, 1780.

x

“So you wish for me to take on another chambermaid to ease your overburden, is that right?”

“Yes, your Lordship. Since Fanny left I have been most overwhelmed by my workload. It is a large house and the hours are long.”

Katherine stood stock still, nervous and afraid at her own boldness. Cruel fate had brought her to Grantley Manor and she rued the day she had crossed the threshold of the front door. Born of a humble life she and others like her had to eke out a living in the harshest of ways. Servitude being the most popular. At the age of twenty the slim and not unattractive woman had worked for Lord Grantley since she had turned eighteen, and a more sadistic brute of a man she had never known. Perverted and sadistic, the wealthy aristocrat wielded the whip AND his cock with ever increasing demands.

“You expect me to throw away pennies on some young trollop? I’m not made of money girl.”

In fact Lord Grantley had a substantial wealth thanks to his heritage and successful career as a lawyer and lived a sumptuous life. Indeed he was fully expected to be knighted by King George before the end of the year. The son of Thomas Grantley he had been educated in an all boys college and had married Grace soon after, a frigid ice maiden who had born him no children. Resentful of a loveless marriage and little sex life and put together with his lonely school life his Lordship harboured a spiteful grudge for the fairer sex. His large Manor and grounds in Dorset necessitated a number of servants and he chose his female staff to a high degree.

“How old is she?” He asked as he reclined in his plush armchair.

“Eighteen my Lord. Jane is young and healthy and very eager to work.”

“Eagerness I admire. Does she know that she would be beholden to obey my express demands, and, shall I say special demands?”

Katherine understood his words only too well and prayed that she knew what she was doing in bringing her best friend into this hell.

“Very well, bring her in the morning and I shall inspect her personally. I shall discuss this with Barnes also. Now, come here and suck my cock.”

He stared at the woman with the most cruel and malicious eyes and a nasty curl of his lip.

“My Lord.”

Katherine obeyed and knelt in front of the grinning slob as he unbuttoned the front of his breeches. How many times had she been subjected to this humiliating and debased chore. To spurn him would result in a beating, to perform fellatio badly would mean the cane. She took hold of his hardening manhood and began to stroke it in her right hand. He growled at her touch and shifted in his big chair as the woman put her lips to the spongy head. Her hand gripped the veiny shaft which pointed up from the thick nest of pubic hair as she moved down on his knob with a steady bobbing.

“Ah! The bitch does suck well. I hope your friend is as gifted as you.”

He felt her hot breath as she devoured half of his length, her hand screwing around his organ in a clockwise twist as she licked him. Katherine hollowed her cheeks as she drew him in deeper with her lips firmly closed on his fleshy rod. Lord Grantley threw his head back as her dextrous tongue slithered this way and that as she desperately hurried to bring him off.

“Yes, yes!” He cried as he squirmed on his fat ass.

Saliva ran down the underside of his prick as Katherine rocked back and forth on her haunches and felt him throb in her mouth. Faster and faster she licked and slobbered and flicked at his scrotum with her slender fingers. He grunted loudly as he came and Katherine inhaled through her nostrils as she kept his pulsing cock inside her mouth as he humped up. The milky white ejaculate ran out of the corners of her mouth as she gulped the rest down her throat. When he had ceased coming Katherine duly cleaned his knob and replaced it in his breeches which he drew up over his corpulent belly.

“Dismissed.” He said abruptly and she curtsied and left the study, smiling to herself as she did so.

Revenge will be sweet.

x

The next day the housekeeper, Mrs. Mannering brought Katherine and Jane before his Lordship, and as they stood side by side he ran his eyes over the slip of a girl. Dressed in her best frock she looked at the floor as both young women awaited his decision.

“Look up girl.” He spoke, his voice one of arrogance and conceit.

Jane looked up with big blue eyes and bit her lower lip.

“I have spoken to my butler Barnes and shall grant you a months trial, kastamonu escort and in that time I expect you to obey me at all times. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

“I shall pay you £6 a year and I demand the best of everyone I employ. Any tardiness or mishaps will force me to exact the strictest punishment.”

As he spoke the two servants looked at the thin and long cane he fingered in his hand. Jane knew what he meant from the stories that Katherine had related to her this past year. Spankings, canings, and sexual horrors were all too prevalent for anyone to endure.

“Katherine will show you her room which you both shall share. Now go.”

After the perfunctory inspection the pair hurried up the main stairs and to the servants wing on the north side of the house. The bedroom had no window and was sparsely furnished. Katherine handed over a maid uniform to Jane as she sat on her thin cot.

“So, are you up for it?” She asked as she lit a candle.

“You know that I am. We shall hand this brute some poetic justice believe me.”

“I have a plan formulated. We shall soon give this bastard what for.”

The two friends ate a welcome supper with the other servants that evening and both succumbed to a deep sleep before the next days hardship.

x

It didn’t take long for Jane to fall foul of Lord Grantley’s displeasure. Up at five in the morning every day the two women attended their various duties before the household awoke. His Lordship took breakfast at eight and headed off to his office in town. When he returned at five he happened upon Jane who had just taken a moment to mop her brow and take a breather.

“What slovenly behaviour is this? Do I support you to take things easy, you little strumpet!”

“Forgive me, my Lord. ‘Twas but a mere second I swear.”

Jane stood erect in her crisp uniform of a white cotton gown over a plain linen petticoat. A large bonnet sat on her golden curls and she wore a pair low heeled buckled shoes which she hopped on nervously.

“Go forth into my study!”

Jane bowed as she slowly entered the room, fully expecting the worst. Grantley followed and removed his wig, cravat and waistcoat and stood in his knee breeches and long sleeved shirt.

“Please my Lord, do not harm me I beg of you. I am but a pathetic wretch.”

“Nonsense. I warned you in advance. I do not suffer fools gladly. Now bend over that table.”

He pointed to a sturdy looking oak wood table and Jane obeyed as she began to sob in desperation at her predicament. She felt her gown and under things lifted over her lower back and her nether cleavage fondled by rough hands.

“As soft as a newly born. Too bad. Now put your weight on your elbows, spread your legs and hold that position at all times.”

Unaware that her lewd stance displayed her tuft of fair pubes she assumed the position and dipped her head. Then without any warning the broad strap or belt bit into her upturned rump with extreme force. Jane screamed at the fire on her ass. Again she was struck and it took all of her efforts to stay standing as the momentum thrust her forwards. As he laid into her the pain spread like wild fire and tears streamed down her face. Lord Grantley chuckled as he observed the redness supersede the previously white flesh of her pert cheeks. She would show some bruising in the morn.

“Hold still, tart!”

He barked as he came down hard once more on the helpless female. Broad marks were now developing on both her nates in a crossed pattern, but despite his force he had not yet drawn blood. Her initial screams were now reduced to a low whimpering that caused her entire frame to quiver. He stopped the punishment and reached out and ran his hand along her bottom, admiring his work. It felt hot and he could make out tiny ridges where his belt had connected the most. He made a fan of his right hand and slid in between her inner thighs and brought it up sharply into her most vulnerable spot.

“Your cunt is as dry as a bone, shame. No permanent damage done. I hope that you know your place. You are my slave. You may leave.”

Jane stood slowly and gingerly touched her stinging backside before lowering her petticoat and gown.

“Yes, my Lord. Thank you, my Lord.”

x

It was the turn of Katherine to suffer two days later when she had inadvertently served her master tepid tea instead of piping hot as he preferred.

“Have you taken leave of your senses, you stupid cunt! I shall whip your fucking tits! Strip off completely!”

“Everything?”

“YES! kayseri escort Slut! I want you naked.”

Reluctantly Katherine slipped her gown and under things off and then rolled down her stockings.

“Is this what you want?”

“What! Is this what I want, your Lordship!”

Grantley virtually spluttered the words as his rage knew no bounds.

“Stand still and put your hands behind your head. Now spread your legs and thrust out your tits.”

The next thing Katherine heard was the surreal sound of her own scream. Grantley brandished a riding crop and was lashing down and down again on both the poor woman’s breasts. At first her full boobs were struck just below her erect nipples on the rounded globes. The pain was excruciating as gradually the sadistic brute made firm contact with her nipples.

“Stand still!”

Katherine went weak at the knees and her ankles buckled as she tried to maintain her stance in the middle of the room. His arm was a blur as she blinked furiously as she was savagely chastised. Her breath almost gone she fought to stay conscious and feared that her ribs may crack at any given moment. After five more blows the brown haired woman sank to her knees, exhausted and shaking with shock at the searing pain in her tits.

“Cunt! When you are able, get up and fuck off!”

Lord Grantley left and Katherine laid limp on her side, her upper body bruised and blood splattered. This man would pay!

x

Jane snapped up as she readied herself for bed to the door to her room being flung open. It must have been midnight and there stood his Lordship in his flannels and a tankard of ale in his fist, quite obviously drunk.

“Stay still peasant! I shall fuck some respect into you.”

Grantley pulled on her bed covers and tossed them aside, then he turned to her and followed up with a wrench on the front of her night gown which caused her bosom to spill out.

“Oh!”

He continued to rip the ruined gown down to her feet and tossed her backwards onto her cot. Jane had a wide eyed innocent look as her attire was torn asunder and she laid on her back naked and shaken. The angry Lord dropped his lower flannels and his member stood proud and erect. He had looked forward to this for a week.

“No my Lord. Have pity on a poor wench such as I.”

“Pity is it now? I no not the meaning of the word.”

Her mouth gaped at the sight of the man hovering over her with his slobbering lips and heavy breathing. She lowered her gaze to a short length of hemp rope which he stretched out long.

“Turn over, cunt!”

Jane slowly obliged as he immediately strapped her arms behind her narrow back and pushed her onto her belly. She so wished to kick back but thought better of it. Then she felt her legs part and his stiff organ slide up inside her soft quim.

“Heavens! No more, no more!”

“Hold with your rants!”

Her young and tender body yielded to him as he began to thrust in and out, his large and obese frame atop of hers. He spat on her ass and smeared it into her crack as he fucked her with full and strong strokes.

“Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!” He intoned with each and every push in as he pounded the slender creature into the mattress.

The old bed creaked and shook under their weight as he repeatedly banged the shit out of the sobbing maid.

“I’ll teach you not to be insubordinate!” Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!”

His groin pressed hard into her buttocks as he rotated his hips and rested his organ inside her tunnel as he thrilled to her tightness. Jane visibly sagged as he finally thrust up inside her to the root and sprayed her cunt with his seed. She laid there still and frightened until she realised that he had left her alone. Shortly Katherine returned from her final chores and they both fell into each others arms in a huddle of tears and anger.

“That is the third time this week!” Cried Jane.

“Tomorrow. It must be tomorrow.” Said Katherine with a set jaw.

x

“What…what happened to me?”

Lord Grantley tried to raise his heavy body and looked around the dank basement but saw no sign of anybody. It had been some time since he had stepped into the cold and mouldy room. He heard a noise then and jumped a little, and that was when he realised that he was naked and held captive. His ankles were in chains which were secured to the stone floor in metal rings. His wrists were encased in leather cuffs and his arms were above his head, chained to the ceiling of the cellar. His kıbrıs escort Lordship felt defenceless and humiliated and very exposed.

Katherine and Jane were both as naked as the day they were born. The darker of the two, Katherine, had her breasts thrust up and firm and her long legs and arms gave her a look of haughty superiority. Beside her the more demure and graceful beauty that was Jane stood alert and expectant, her golden hair falling in silken curls down to her medium sized tits.

“You awake, my Lord.” Said Katherine in a surprising soft tone.

Grantley struggled on his restraints but the more he did so the more he had to balance on tiptoe as he swung from left to right.

“Drugged. Must have been drugged.”

“Quite so. When Barnes served you brandy I had already added a sleeping potion to the bottle.”

“Release me wench. I am a Lord of the Realm. You shall pay dearly for this outrage. For pity’s sake!”

“Pity is it? I no not the meaning of the word, isn’t that what you told us? For a very long time you have treated me like a piece of excrement, and this is what you have forced us to do.”

The sound of water running down the stone walls made a drip, drip, drip noise as the two women busied themselves behind the squirming man. Katherine held a riding crop, the very same one that belonged to his Lordship. How apt. She stepped to the left of the vertical captive and touched his flabby buttocks with the keeper.

“Observe and enjoy, Jane.”

Her arm rose up and a swish through the air signalled the beginning of poetic retribution for the unhappy women. She rocked on the balls of her feet and then scrutinised his fat ass. Grantley heaved up on his toes and screamed like a girl as the leather hit him directly across both cheeks. Again he was struck and a thin welt appeared on his corpulent flesh as if by magic.

“This is most jolly!” Said Katherine with a twisted grin as she administered five more hard whacks.

Jane observed several visible red lines cross each other and a sheen of cold sweat prickle the mans spine with tiny beads. He was heard to make low whimpering sounds the whipping continued without pause.

“Please, please.” He begged with a moan and a sob in his throat.

“Please, nothing!”

Katherine took two steps back and came down even harder in a rapid tattoo with the crop, alternating with side to side swipes and then up and down the brown crack between his buttocks. Her tits jiggled on her chest in a sordid rhythm as she concentrated on the very bottom of his butt. She had figured out that without the encumbered clothing her aim was much better now she was nude. After perhaps fifty cracks of the crop the assault ceased and Grantley hung limp on his aching arms.

“Jane?”

The petite fair haired one took the thin weapon and flexed it in both hands. Then she came behind the bloated figure of her tormentor and proceeded to thrash his backside with a series of surprising forceful spanks. Her arm came around in full swing to hammer out dozens of stinging blows that seared into the sadists skin with maximum spite. Bruising and bloodiness now transformed his hide from what was once a flabby white.

CRACK!

Jane was a natural as she danced on nimble toes quickly adjusting to the bastards flying lump of a body. Despite her tiny frame she made him stagger, reel and lunge up. For good measure she held the crop horizontally and smacked him just behind the knees which caused him to expel all air from his lungs. “Let us dance, my Lord.”

Grantley mumbled incoherently as he hung on the chains. Katherine took a leather glove from Jane and placed it in his anal opening. Slowly but surely the determined maid pressed in her index finger without resistance and did not stop until it was fully inserted. She turned to Jane who wore the other glove and grinned as her left index finger joined her friends. They prodded and probed for a while and then withdrew, Jane letting her finger run down his nether cleavage and then away.

“Now for the dildo.”

Katherine held up the six inch long leather cock and held it to Grantley’s puckered hole.

“I’m guessing that you gave not had anything bigger than a finger in your sorry ass, but you fucked us and now we fuck you.”

“‘Tis a dream, a nightmare!” He muttered as the head of the false cock began to penetrate his rectum.

“Do it, do it,” urged Jane.

Katherine felt his anus stretch out as she pushed in regardless. The power, the domination was sublime as the women fucked his ass over and over. In and out, in and out of his sphincter, back and forth, back and forth. Grantley drooped as he passed out and Katherine stopped the buggering.

“We are done?”

“We are. Let us make haste. We must to Ireland and from there to America. This life is over for us.”

As they left the tell tale sound of the sadists thick, slimy blood disgorged onto the stone floor.

END

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When growing up Veronica Rose was not a beautiful girl but neither was she an ugly girl. To be truthful, she would have been a lot better looking had she wore contact lens and quit wearing plain dresses. She has small breasts, no hips to speak of and her ass, well it’s not something most normal men would ogle over.

If anyone wanted to get an idea of how Veronica looked all they needed to do was turn to the summer before she entered high school. Her older sister Victoria Alisa was home from an out of state college where she was working on her Master’s degree in education. Upon seeing Vickie in a string bikini while washing her car a neighborhood boy asked Veronica how come her sister ended up with all the good looks.

Veronica answered the boy by telling him that Vickie’s grade point average was not nearly as high as hers. Although this did nothing to help out Veronica’s ego, it did seem to placate the boy somewhat.

It wasn’t until her sophomore year in the Catholic high school she attended that she finally started wearing contacts and dressing better. This was due mainly to the influence of Yvette Yolanda, a black girl who started going to her school that year with whom she made friends. Dressing better made her look a whole lot sexier and got her a few more dates — but not as many as her friend Yvette.

Then she lost her virginity in her senior year to a guy she thought she loved. But as it turned out, he was just another selfish stud trying to add as many notches to his bedpost as he could by fucking any girl who would go to bed with him.

She didn’t blame him. All the signs of his chauvinism were there. She just ignored them until it was too late. However, she did dump him and then made a rule for herself that she would not go to bed with a guy just because he took her out on a date.

When she was in high school Veronica didn’t mind having fewer dates on a Saturday night. It gave her many opportunities to play canasta with her maternal grandmother and she grew close to the caring woman.

Thus now that she is a little older and in a local college herself, when she arrives home the first thing Veronica does is to check in on her grandmother to ascertain whether or not she needs anything. Sometimes she will ask Veronica to go to the drugstore to pick up a prescription or go on some other kind of errand. But usually they just sit and chat a few minutes.

Veronica does not mind doing things for her grandmother as she dearly loves the elderly woman.

Veronica lives an apartment that is attached to the rear of her grandmother’s house. It isn’t much, consisting only of a kitchenette, living room, bedroom and bathroom. But it fills Veronica’s needs at this time of her life.

She is also a receptionist for a small computer supply company. The pay isn’t much but the health benefits are great. The company also pays for her tuition and books at college for any computer course she takes as long as she maintains a ‘B’ average. They even allow her to take off early every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon to attend classes.

She is majoring in computer graphics and hopes someday to work in the motion picture industry.

Today she and her grandmother just sit and talk. After about twenty minutes she asks Veronica to pick up a half gallon of Dutch chocolate ice cream the next time she goes to the store.

Veronica offers to go now but she tells her granddaughter that she still has some in the freezer, enough to last for a couple of days. Besides, she wants to take a nap and Veronica’s returning with ice cream would only disturb her nap.

Veronica kisses her grandmother on the cheek and goes out the door toward her apartment in the rear of the house. As she is walking down the long driveway toward her apartment, her lover Jack pulls up in a stretch white limousine.

“Does your boss know that you’re driving around in one of his limos, looking for hot girls to pickup?” She teasingly asks him when he gets out.

“You’re the only girl I want to pickup; you know that Babe. And yes he knows that I’m driving around in this.” He kisses Veronica on her inviting lips.

“He’s letting me use it for tonight until I can pickup my car from the shop tomorrow. Besides, I have to drop this off at a house just off Colonial Club Drive. You know where that is don’t you, by the golf and country club?”

He shows her a leather shaped heart made of two pieces of thick leather, covering a thin sheet of lead and sewn together around the edges; it is very stiff. The heart is about 13 centimeters in diameter with a leather handle about 12 centimeters long. There is an engraving on the heart: To our sex slave Beth, love Richard & Amy. The leather is very worn and used.

“Yes I know where that is but what is that?”

“It’s a spanking paddle. You use this to spank your sex slave’s ass if you’re into bondage and discipline and spanking your sex partner.”

“Oh, that’s sensuous,” she coyly answers him. “You didn’t get that for me did you? Or is that for some ardahan escort secret sex slave you keep hidden in your apartment?” Veronica gives him a wry, sexy smile and half turns around, presenting her ass to him.

He answers her, “Some people I picked up at the private plane section of the airport earlier this afternoon left it in the limousine. I’m on my way to return it to them now. But that can wait a little while.” He then smacks her lightly on her left ass cheek with it.

“Oh Jack,” she says modestly while lightly, playfully slapping him on his chest. “Don’t do that out here in the driveway where everyone can see. Someone might see us and think the wrong thing about me. What would my grandmother say if she saw you spank me like that?” She gives him a demure smile.

“It’s not her you should be worrying about. You should worry about me,” Jack answers her in a threatening but joking tone. He then smacks her on the buttocks again. “Let’s get inside.”

“What do you have in mind, you sexy fiend?” she answers him again, this time in a seductive voice.

“You’ll see. Now let’s get inside.”

Once inside Jack takes Veronica into his arms and presses his lips against hers. Their tongues wrap around each other and dance together. She wraps her arms around his neck. He puts the hand holding the leather paddle in the small of her back while he caresses her ass cheeks with the other hand. He breaks the kiss and kisses her on the neck.

She closes her eyes, puts her hands on his shoulders and leans her head back. She presses her pussy against his manhood, gyrating her Venus mound against him. She kisses him again on the lips, darting her tongue deep into his mouth. He sucks it greedily and she moans in delight. Her vagina is warming up and her juices are beginning to flow freely. He too is heating up and by now has a very hard erection.

“My but we’re excited,” she says to him after breaking the kiss. Then she reaches down and rubs his pants right above his hard cock. “What’s got you so passionate lately?”

“This,” he answers her and whacks her again on her butt with the leather paddle. “Ever since I found it when cleaning up the limo this afternoon I’ve only had one thought . . . and that’s using it on your sexy ass.”

She rubs her cheek where Jack hit it. “Suppose I don’t want you to. Don’t I have any say so in this sex adventure of yours?” She answers him while giving him another very demure smile.

“Sure Babe, if you don’t want me to spank you then I won’t. But if you will remember it was you who first suggested it the other day, me spanking you and all. It was you who thought that spanking each other occasionally would add some excitement to our love making. When I found this I thought it would be a perfect way to introduce you to the world of bondage and discipline, domination and subjugation, sadism and masochism.”

“I thought you said that you have to return it?”

“I do and that’s where I’m going now. But I thought you might like to take a ride with me. My boss Larry said it would be alright if you came along.”

“OK, but why are we here talking about BDSM instead of in the limousine?”

“I have all evening to bring it back. Larry said that I could take a supper break before I return it. And I’m going to eat your pussy for supper.” Jack looks into her eyes with a wicked smile. “That is if you want to have a little fun before we go.”

He then picks her up and carries her into the bedroom of the small apartment. She puts her head on his shoulder and sucks on his neck as he transports her in his arms.

They lie together on the bed kissing and fondling each other and undressing each other, building up their passions even higher. As soon as she is naked Jack turns Veronica onto her stomach and smacks her lightly with the paddle, twice on each of her ass cheeks.

She then gets up on her knees and, taking the paddle from him, smacks him on his left ass cheek. He kisses her hard on the mouth, pushing his tongue between her open lips. He gropes her left breast and pinches her nipple between his thumb and first finger.

She moans in delight. Then he kisses her on the neck and left breast. After he breaks off kissing her neck and breast, she smacks him again on his butt with the paddle.

“You want to play rough, huh?” he asks her taking the paddle from her.

“I want you to spank me Jack. But not too hard; I’ve never done anything like this before. So please be careful.”

“Sure Babe. You know I’d never do anything to hurt you. But there’s something I want you to do for me.”

“What’s that?” She seductively snakes her index finger down his chest stopping at his bellybutton. She twirls her finger into his navel hole.

“When I whack you I want you to tell me to spank you harder and harder each time I smack your ass. Tell me that you’re my sex slave and that you need to be punished for disobedience. Then after I’ve hit your ass a few times I want adıyaman escort you to tell me that I’m hitting you too hard and beg me to stop. I mean really beg me to stop smacking your ass. OK?”

“Sure but when I beg you to stop spanking me are you going to stop? They way you’re talking it sounds like you’re not going to listen to me.”

“No, I’m not.”

“That’s silly then why do you want me to tell you to stop?”

“Because it gets me hot; it turns me on,” he answers her.

“Yeah, but suppose you really are hurting me. How do I tell you to stop then? We’re both new to this spanking and everything, me more so than you.”

“We get a safe word before we start and when you use it then I’ll know that you really want to stop.”

“OK, what’s the safe word,” Veronica asks. “Got any suggestions?”

“How about REDLIGHT,” he answers her. “I looked up safe words on the Internet with the computer at work. You can use any word or phrase that you like but that’s the word that a lot of people in the BDSM community use. If things get too heavy or if you need a break or want to stop for any reason just call out ‘REDLIGHT’ and I’ll stop.”

“OK. But do we have to use REDLIGHT?”

“No, like I said we can use any word or short phrase we like. Do you want to use something different?”

“REDLIGHT is OK”

“Some couples even have a slow down word like ‘YELLOWLIGHT’ and ‘GREENLIGHT,’ meaning everything is OK to proceed again. Do you want to use those words too?”

“No, let’s just keep it simple for now. Remember I’m new at this. Maybe later after we get more into spanking and all that other stuff we can use them.”

Veronica then gets on her hands and knees, presenting her naked ass to Jack. She looks over her shoulder and then gives her lover a sexy smile. “I’m ready when you are Sir,” she says seductively.

Jack is kneeling on the mattress next to her.

“Sure thing Babe, I mean slave,” he answers her as he smacks her softly with the leather heart shaped paddle on her left ass cheek. She moans softly and begs him to hit her again. He then spanks her harder a couple more times on each of her cheeks.

Soon Veronica is moaning ecstatically and writhing her ass each time Jack hits her. After several smacks her passions have begun to boil and she longs for release. She wants only for her lover to fill her emptiness with his hot juice. She bites her lip, grimacing as the agony and ecstasy radiate out from her ass and races up and down her spine.

After numerous whacks Veronica begs Jack, “Oh Master, it hurts so much, please don’t spank me anymore? I promise I’ll be a good slave in the future.”

Jack answers her by slapping her harder a few more times; several smacks to both of her cheeks one after the other. Veronica squirms her butt with each hit. The juices of her volcano are hot; the passions of her pussy have her longing for release.

After several more minutes of Jack spanking her, Veronica’s buns are crimson and burning. She can take no more. She gets up on her knees and rubs her sore buttocks with her hands. “Oh Jack,” she cries out, “I can’t take it any longer. I am so hot. Please fuck me. I need it now.”

Jack does not answer her except to tell her to get back on her hands and knees. He then positions himself behind her. He holds his erect manhood in front of her vagina with his right hand while he opens her womanhood with his left. She reaches between her thighs and helps him open up her slit.

He rams his cock deep insider her on his first thrust. She screams out in ecstasy as he buries his cock inside her pussy. He pumps her hard, taking long, deep strokes. She in turn pushes her hips back to meet his forward thrusts.

He is a bee probing her flower; she is a lotus blossom capturing his stinger. He is a garden hose watering her desiccated garden; she is a Venus flytrap capturing his driving proboscis. Faster, deeper. He impales her; she enshrouds him. His dick is a steam engine ramming through her torrid tunnel. Her cunt is a milking machine clamped down on his shaft, sucking out all his cream. Harder, stronger he humps her.

She moans in delirium with each forward thrust of his ram rod. He grunts with enthusiasm as the walls of her pussy encase him. His cock pierces deep into her cavern. Her cervix ardently imprisons his manhood.

Together they climb a mountain of bliss and descend into an abyss of love. Higher, deeper. They climb to a crescendo of joy and fall into a vacuum of delirium. Faster, harder. An unstoppable force meeting an immovable object.

He is the first to explode. He pumps harder, filling her canal with his jism. His orgasm spurs her on. Then she too climaxes. Their nuptial union propels them into Elysian Fields as they descend into the bliss of their orgasms.

Afterwards, Veronica Rose and Jack are in the shower together and she is letting him bathe her. Whenever they shower together, she puts the shower massager on karabük escort fine. The spray titillates her flesh, getting her sexually aroused.

“Oh Jack, that was the most exhilarating sex I have ever had. Do you think we could do it again sometime?”

“Sure Babe, if you want to. You know I’d do anything for you.” He is washing her pussy with a soapy wash cloth. She opens her legs wider to give him easier access to her mound.

“I don’t mean every time we have sex. But I would like for you to spank me occasionally. It was fun; I enjoyed it immensely. Oh Jack, I have never experienced such an intense orgasm.” She basks in euphoria as Jack rubs her clitoris and a wave of ecstasy ripples through her sensuous body. She closes her eyes and lets the pleasurable feelings pulsate outward from her vagina.

“I know you’ve told me several times already.” He kisses her left nipple and cups her right breast. “Hey, I’m even willing to let you whack me sometimes. Do you think you’d like that Babe?”

“Sure thing lover, anything you say,” she kisses him passionately on the lips and then smacks his wet ass with her hand after they break the kiss. They make love again standing in the tub with the shower spraying on them, titillating their flesh and adding to the intensity of their orgasms.

Later, as Jack and Veronica are on their way to return the heart shaped paddle, Jack tells her that the threesome who left the paddle in the limo had a real wild sex party while riding from the airport.

First, he tells her, he had to pick up this beautiful, young lush at SAMS Spa. She had on a halter dress and he is positive that she didn’t have any panties or bra on underneath it. She then directed him to drive her to the private plane section of the airport where they picked up a married couple who were her sex Mistress and sex Master.

“How do you know that the couple was her sex Mistress and sex Master?” Veronica asks him, wondering how much he is going to embellish the story. She knows he is good at doing such things, especially when it makes him look good.

“While we were waiting for their private plane to taxi in she told me that Richard and Amy, that’s the married couple, were her Master and Dominatrix. She freely admitted to being a sex slave to them. She said that it is her desire to serve them, that they owned her and could do with her as they pleased.”

“Oh Jack, that sounds sexy,” Veronica purrs. Jack smiles knowingly.

He tells Veronica that the three of them got into the limo and the Domme gave him an address near the corner of Colonial Club Drive and Jefferson Drive along with directions on which way to take to get to their house. She didn’t want Jack to use the expressway.

He told them that it normally only takes about twenty minutes drive from the airport to area of the golf and country club using the expressway, but by not taking the expressway such would add another twenty to thirty minutes to the time for him to get to the address. But the Domme insisted that Jack not use it. She said she was fearful of riding in the back of a fast moving limousine on the expressway. She further reminded Jack that she was paying for the limo and she wanted to take the longer route.

As they were leaving the airport the Domme lowered the privacy window between the driver and passenger compartment and told Jack that he was not to disturb them under any circumstances. She then raised the window.

“Hey, what these people didn’t realize,” Jack tells Veronica as he enters the expressway to return the paddle, “is that the passenger compartment is not totally sound proof. Although muffled somewhat, I could hear almost every word that was spoken.”

“What did they say?” Veronica excitedly asks him.

“We weren’t even completely out of the airport when their little sex reunion party began. I’m pretty sure I heard the Domme order the sex slave to remove her dress or at least raise it. She wanted to see her sex slave’s pussy.”

“She took her clothes off while they were in the limousine?” Veronica asks incredulously.

“Better than that,” he continues. “I heard her say to the sex slave something to the effect of ‘as a reward you can suck Master Richard’s cock. Would you like that?'”

“Mmmmm,” Veronica purrs. She gives Jack a dubious look.

“She answers, ‘Yes Mistress.’ Then I heard the slave ask the Domme when she was going to fuck her with her strap-on dildo.” Jack puts on his turn signal and changes lanes.

“Jack!” Veronica cries at him. “She didn’t ask that. You’re putting me on. No one does anything like that while riding in the back of a limousine.”

“I kid you not Veronica. I am not lying or even exaggerating. It was just like that movie No Way Out starring Kevin Costner. The sex slave wanted her Dominatrix to fuck her while riding in the back of the limo.”

“Did she?” Veronica still finds it hard to believe what her lover is telling her. She knows that ever since he saw the movie, he has dreamed of driving a couple around while they fucked in the back of his limousine. She also knows Jack has a tendency to exaggerate when telling a story.

“I don’t think so. The Dominatrix told her sex slave that she was going to fuck her as soon as they got home. But I’m sure she sucked the Dom off. And while she was doing that I could clearly here the Dominatrix whacking her ass.”

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The morning air was crisp and cutting against her skin, but even sleep could not keep her from the overwhelming aroma. Willa rose with a mighty stretch, her body well-satisfied but sore. The scent invading her sleepy senses now held her complete attention, promising to satisfy her ravenous appetite. The hare had been delicious but unsatisfying and whatever was roasting now left her drooling, filling the air with the scent of singed fat and spices. She dressed swiftly but clumsily in her hurry to find the source of the heavenly aroma, noting idly that she was alone in the tent.

She emerged to find Jorvun and Barr chatting quietly at the fire as they watched something cook on the rocks. She could not hear them and they stopped speaking as she approached. Willa tried to ignore it. She was getting tired of not having all the information. Away from the fire and inside their open tent, Oro was drinking from a steaming mug and Hilda’s head was rested in his lap. She was grinning up at him, laughing at something he said. Willa smiled at the intimate scene.

“Something smells good.” She flashed a charming grin at Jorvun. He beckoned to her, motioning at the ground between his splayed legs. She settled in front of him, leaning into his warmth. Willa still had her doubts, but for some godsforsaken reason, she kind of trusted him. Although the sex was rich with power play, he had yet to initiate anything without her consent since the vision.

Willa thought for a moment that she should be concerned at how fast she had adapted to her strange, new life. It seemed more natural to be at his side. To be near him. She still resented him a little. Well, a lot. But Willa somehow needed him. She remembered when Jorvun had said they were magnets. Is this what he meant?

“Stuffed goose.” He told her, brushing his fingertips over the love-mark on her throat. Willa knew she had recognized the smell. Goose was a common delicacy in the north.

“I didn’t know southerners ate goose.” She remarked, thinking aloud. Barr laughed.

“Didn’t expect us to be so civilized, eh?” Barr jabbed playfully and Willa flushed. No, she hadn’t. She’d only ever seen goose on the tables of the richest southern merchants. Jorvun’s finger still idly traced the dark bruise he’d left, making warmth pool slowly in her belly.

“Why? Are you hungry?” Jorvun inquired casually. Willa nodded slowly, suddenly suspicious at his tone.

“Ah, just feed the woman.” Barr chimed in, though he sounded like he was making a joke she didn’t understand. Willa looked between them, now distrustful of both warriors. He continued, arguing her case. “She’s been so good. Remember how hard she worked with her mouth?”

Willa bit her lip as his words went straight to her groin. She was beginning to understand what they were doing. Jorvun leered down at her. “Would you like to earn your breakfast, my little treasure?”

His voice was low and dark. A shimmer of fear came to her as she thought about last night’s incident. She felt the echoes of the terror and shame. She hesitated, unsure of what she was agreeing to, but her lust swiftly overpowered the fear when he planted a firm and possessive kiss over the bruise. Her mind switched gears without warning and suddenly all she could think about was göztepe escort the taste of his cock.

“Yes, Sir.” She answered timidly, glancing at the now occupied Oro and Hilda. The lioness was splayed on his lap, legs open, and Oro was leisurely rubbing circles into Hilda’s clit, which was now exposed to the foggy morning air. In his other hand, Oro held his mug, still sipping at the hot liquid as Hilda made soft, lewd sounds up at him. She started to lift a hand to help stimulate herself and he harshly slapped it away, cupping her and whispering something to her with a grin. The show fueled Willa’s arousal.

“Strip.” Jorvun’s order was curt. Barr looked on with a lopsided smile as he flipped the roasting goose meat. Willa did as the Chieftain said, slowly rising and unbuttoning her jeans. She stripped the tight denim away and pulled Jorvun’s sweater up over her head. When she was nude, her arms crossed over her chest as she instinctively protected herself from the cold.

“Arms down. Your Chieftain will view you at his pleasure.” Barr’s sharp interjection made her startle but she dropped her arms. Jorvun was smiling cooly at her now.

“Relax, Adhvhar. Turn around.” Dewey moisture gathered between her legs as she obeyed. “Bend over and hold yourself open for us.”

Willa’s breath caught at his order, but she obeyed him, bending at the waist and stretching herself open for him. She flushed at the humiliating position but she was soaked when Jorvun stood and came up behind her, gently probing at her swollen folds.

“I think you need a break.” Jorvun circled her clit with a rough finger and she groaned softly. “What do you think, Barr?”

“Agreed. Make her masturbate for us.” Barr suggested casually. Willa was simultaneously mortified and painfully aroused. She’d never touched herself in front of anyone. The merchant started to stand straight but Jorvun swiftly corrected her, lightly pressing Willa forward. He gave her a gentle slap directly over her pussy.

“You move when I tell you.” Jorvun commanded harshly.

“Yes, Sir. I.. I’m sorry, Sir.” Willa sputtered. She was scared, aroused, and desperate to please him. Jorvun continued to make circles over her clit and Willa’s breathing increased in pace.

“Have you touched yourself before?” Jorvun’s voice was softer now. “I want you to show us exactly how you do it.”

He guided her up by her hair with surprising gentleness but a sludgy combination of shame and horror froze her in place. The Dragon urged her on.

“Do you stand? Or do it laying down?” Jorvun’s low, wicked voice whispered past her ear before he let go of her and shoved her forward towards Barr. Willa’s heart was pounding in her ears.

“Laying down, Sir.” She admitted, avoiding Barr’s interested gaze.

“Down, then.” Jorvun demanded. Willa dropped to her knees, which were still raw from the previous night. Jorvun shoved her down with his boot so she was sprawled in front of the fire. He watched her expectantly. “Go on. You heard the Priest.”

Her cheeks hot with humiliation, she laid back against the sand and let her legs fall open before the broad, blond marauder. Willa closed her eyes, trying to focus on her pleasure instead çorlu escort of Barr’s hungry gaze. Her trance was swiftly broken by Jorvun’s voice. He was kneeling beside her.

“Look at me.” She craned to dazedly meet his eyes. He looked intense. “If you come without permission, I’ll let Barr punish you as he sees fit.”

Willa nodded, suddenly a little more frightened.

“Do you want my cock in your mouth while you touch yourself, little one?” His voice was dark. She nodded, her mind clouded with arousal. “Ask nicely.”

“Can I have…” Willa had to pause her fingers over her clit and focus. His game was still unfamiliar to her, but the role felt natural. “I-I need your cock, sir. Please.”

She recieved nothing more than a snarl before his hand closed on her jaw and he crooked her head to the side. He pressed his slick head against her lips and she eagerly opened for him. The fingers between her legs slowed as she worked him with her tongue. Willa jumped when she felt Barr’s hand, encouraging her fingers back to full speed. She groaned around Jorvun as her effort revived and soon she was practically humping her hand. She remembered Jorvun’s threat and slowed down again, matching the movement of her fingers with Jorvun’s thrusts against her face. Her hips rolled rhythmically against her fingers and she could feel Barr’s eyes on her core.

“Faster, Adhvhar.” Barr ordered her and Willa hesitated, unsure what to do. If she worked herself faster she would soon be coming beneath their eyes, but she was not allowed to come without Jorvun’s permission. Barr slapped the inside of her thigh just hard enough to make it smart. “You heard me, woman.”

Willa suspected his order was intended to result in her punishment, but with Jorvun buried deep in her throat, she could not protest. She circled her fingers over her sensitive bud at a quickened pace. She was panting and bucking, whining around Jorvun’s hardness as she worked herself. She was nearing her peak. The Chieftain sensed her desperation and gave her a light slap on the cheek.

“Remember what I said.” Jorvun dropped his hand to her throat, his thumb pressed where he could feel himself moving inside her and she gagged softly against the pressure. Jorvun groaned at the sensation. Willa tried to slow again to prevent her climax but Barr was swift to correct her, apparently eager to force her to orgasm. “Barr, tell her how you’ll punish her.”

The Priest was thoughtful for a moment. “I think I’ll gag and plug her for today’s ride.”

Willa’s stomach dropped. She’d expected a spanking, not a day-long ordeal. Despite this, she found herself clenching around her own fingers and desperate to stave off the orgasm. Barr’s finger found her tight asshole and probed against her, making her body shudder. When he pressed his index finger into her, Willa let out a screech around Jorvun.

“Right here. I’ll plug you up and let you enjoy the saddle all day. The gag is… just for me.” Barr’s voice was breathless as he started moving the finger inside her. She wanted to beg them for release but Jorvun held her mouth firmly on his cock with a hand in her hair. Barr used his other hand to press three fingers into her core as Willa went back ümraniye escort to rubbing her needy clit. Her hips arched to better accommodate the intrusion. “Here too. We’ll plug up both holes so you know who owns them.”

She whined low, scared and aroused at the idea. She was already sore and the idea of being filled all day made her ache to even think of it. The idea also made her grind her hips into his hand. Jorvun commented as he thrust into her mouth. “Looks like she likes that idea.”

Barr chuckled and withdrew his hands, to the relief of the prone woman. Anymore of his touch and she would have gone kicking and screaming over the edge. She was already so close, Willa had to squeeze her eyes shut and focus on the thickness filling her mouth and throat to keep from tumbling right into climax.

“Such a good girl.” Barr muttered. Jorvun jerked against her and his seed spilled straight down her throat. He withdrew from her lips.

“Please, oh Gods, please…” were the first words that spilled from her mouth. Jorvun chuckled but dropped a hand to tweak at her nipple.

“You may come, Willa.” Her name on his lips had a strange effect on her and she came on his command. Her body tenses and she shivers as the release rips hot and slow through her tension. As she came down from the high, she remembered the delicious aroma that brought her out of the tent in the first place. She sits up, closing her legs modestly.

“Is the goose done?” Barr barked out a laugh but handed her a skewered piece of meat, which she eagerly accepted. Willa didn’t bother trying to redress before biting into her reward. She wasn’t confident Jorvun would let her. She groaned as she chomped into it, taken by the familiar and nostalgic flavors and textures. She savored each bite, wrapped up in an experience that made her feel normal.

Jorvun snickered. “Well, I guess she’s food motivated.”

They departed when the sun was in the sky. Willa was thankful that Barr did not get to inflict his punishment. The ride was already uncomfortably long and cold. She could smell autumn in the air and knew the journey would not get easier. The horses plodded over the hills, gradually slowing as the terrain became harsher. The jagged terrain was punctuated by twisted pines and long-neglected roads. In some places, the dark stone was exposed in the form of abstract sculptures and jagged teeth. Willa recognized some of the rocky outcrops, reflecting numbly on her past life. One of the sculptures was shaped eerily like a crouching man, and she had temporarily stashed valuables at its feet knowing she was certain to remember the creepy rock.

Thanks to the sculpture, she was certain they only had a half-day’s travel ahead of them. Unfortunately, the light of the sun would fade quickly. They stopped to set up camp and Willa habitually started to form a firepit. A hand landed on her shoulder, shaking her from her mission. She whirled to meet Hilda’s gaze.

“Ready for your first day of training?” A small smirk quirked her lips and Willa nodded apprehensively. Hilda shoved a beautifully curved short-bow and quiver into Willa’s arms and she looked down at it in awe, unsure how to hold it or use it. Hilda laughed at the woman’s bewilderment. Willa settled the quiver on her back then looked at Hilda for guidance, shifting the bow in her hands as she struggled to find a comfortable grip. The warrior stepped forward and positioned Willa’s hands on the weapon.

“Are you ready to try hitting something?” Hilda asks. Willa nods apprehensively, suddenly self-conscious of her abilities. “Great. Let’s go get dinner.”

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This is an excerpt from A Queen From Eden, the latest novel in my erotic science fiction series.

*

“May I join you?”

The voice startled her out of a light slumber. She had come to this party over Oscar’s protests. She had come in spite of the tabloid pages screaming about what had happened in the morning, some calling for her abdication, others proclaiming her a living saint. She had come in spite of the fact that she could barely walk, barely see, barely speak, so thick had the fog of fatigue grown, too thick for even the pins to penetrate. She had come because she needed to mingle. And now, no one would talk to her. After a few polite greetings, they had all drifted away. They were afraid of her, afraid to be seen with her. No one wanted an image of themselves chatting with the mad queen to be the next source of tabloid gossip.

“Sure,” Sarah said. Too many drinks had slurred her speech. “There’s plenty of room.” Who was this man? He was a giant, strongly built, middle aged, grey hair and a hint of flab betraying his beauty. Powerful, cruel, attractive.

“You’re not eating,” he pointed out.

“I can’t eat,” she sighed. “It’s useless. I just lose it later in the evening.”

“Maybe,” he said, “you need some semen. To help with your digestion.”

“Some what?” She must have misheard.

“Some semen,” he repeated, then added, with a little smirk, “I would be glad to assist you.”

“You impudent …” she hissed, and she tried to slap him. Even woozy, even a little drunk, she was still an assassin, one of the best. There was no way he should have been able to block her. But he caught her wrist, almost casually. Almost as quickly, three men had moved in behind him. Her men, her guards, ready to kill him at a hint from her. But he let go of her wrist, and she let her hand drop to the table that held her empty glasses.

“Is there a problem, my lady?” one of them asked, too casually.

“No,” she said. “No problem. Not yet. The next time,” she added, “stay further away.”

“Yes, my lady.” The guards retreated.

“A wise move,” the man said.

“You could have killed them all,” she answered. “They were in too close. They are far enough away now. They have their weapons trained on you.”

“My lady, do you think I would travel without my own protection?” The man smiled again, but there was little humour in that smile. It was a grimace of ultimate power and arrogance, a smile that could overwhelm. He was trying to defeat her, just with the force of his will. I am the Goddess, she thought, I am the very Hand of Death, the destroyer of worlds. No mortal can withstand me. No one can see me as I truly am, and keep their sanity. And she smiled back at him, blazing with the full force of her true nature. He did not finch, his smile did not waver.

“Who are you?” she asked, abashed.

“You do not remember me? I certainly remember you. You are by far the most beautiful woman I have ever …” he paused, searching for a word.

“Fucked?” she suggested.

“My lady, I was hoping to use a more delicate term,” he smiled again in mock apology. “Making love did not exactly describe the situation. Having sex seemed too cold blooded, too clinical.”

“Never mind,” she said. “You were a client?” “One of your very first.” He smiled again, but this time it was a soft, genuine smile. Goddess, she thought dizzily, I could love this man. Maybe I am falling in love already.

“You were much younger,” he added, “and your hair was purple.”

“Purple!” she gasped. “You’re the pioneer!”

Goddess! She barely remembered his face. She hadn’t been paying attention to his face. “You lost your accent?”

“Come with me,” he said, his voice lilting now “be wife. Make babies.” Yes, it was him! “The offer still stands,” he added, reverting to his normal cadence.

“I’m still married,” she answered, desperately twirling her wedding band.

“No you’re not. You’re just fooling yourself.” He took her other hand, grasped it, not hard, but hard enough to keep her fingers still. “Your marriage was over before he went away. You know it. You just won’t admit it to yourself.”

“Who are you, to tell me that? How would you have any fucking idea what my marriage was like?”

“I’m someone who has loved you, ever since I,” he paused, “met you. I’m someone who vowed to discover who you were, who promised to return to claim you.”

“I am a queen,” she said, “I rule this world.”

“I rule a thousand worlds,” he replied. She looked doubtful. “In the next galaxy,” he added. “It’s all mine now.” A war, a big war, she thought to herself.

“An entire galaxy?”

“Most of it. Except for the transit stations. It’s not that many people,” he admitted, “a few people spread out over a lot of worlds. But they are all mine now. Sarah, sweet Sarah, your little commonwealth will never amount to anything. You’re just fooling yourself there, too. You’re sacrificing yourself, you’re wasting your life, for things that are futile. Come with me, marry me. Together, we can build an batman escort empire that will last forever.”

Yes, she thought, yes. This was what she needed. This was her destiny. But a doubt disturbed her. “You’re a mortal,” she said. “You can fix that!” he said too eagerly. “Let me become your eternal king!” They were talking too loudly. The guests around them were beginning to notice, to strain to hear what they were saying to each other.

“I can’t do that!” she whispered. But then she wondered, could Jake do it? Did she have the power after all? “You can,” he assured her. “You have the power in you still.” Still? How did he even know that she had ever had it?

“You must remove the suppressor,” he added.

“I cannot,” she blurted, then caught herself. Not many people knew that Noah held the key. If this man thought she could remove it at will, let it stay that way. “I have made my vows,” she added lamely.

“Vows,” he snorted, “are made to be broken.”

He wants my power, she thought, he wants immortality. He’s dangerous, dangerous! But she could not tear herself away from that smile.

“I will offer you,” she said, “one evening. Two, perhaps, if you please me.” The smile grew crueller, bristling at her challenge. “But,” she added, “there is something you must do in return.”

“Improve your digestion?” he suggested.

“There is a woman, a dear friend of mine, who has vanished.”

“Sister Mary,” he said, without hesitation.

“I believe,” she said, trying to remain calm, trying not to tremble, “that she may be found within your galaxy.”

“If it is so,” he said, quite solemnly, “I will restore her to you.”

“Good. Now, signal to your guards to back off, no matter what happens. I don’t want any blood spilled. Arrest this man!” she yelled. As he grimaced in surprise, her own guards overwhelmed him and dragged him out of the room.

“What was that all about?” Oscar came rushing over to her. “Do you know who that was?”

“No,” Sarah said. She realized she had never learned the man’s name. “He was drunk and obnoxious, that’s all I know about him.”

“That was Luther, Emperor Luther, as he likes to style himself. He’s been making quite a name for himself.”

“Really?” Sarah tried to project profound lack of interest. “Emperor Luther. What is he, one of those professional wrestlers? He’s got the build for it.”

“No, my lady, he claims to have a huge empire, a real empire, over in the next galaxy. Of course, how big can it really be? We estimate that the total human population in that galaxy is less that two hundred million. No more than one of your provinces.”

“Spread out, though,” she mused.

“Most likely,” he shrugged.

“Well,” Sarah said, trying to keep her tone even, “we’ll let him cool off tonight. Maybe in the morning he’ll have better manners.”

******

“THIS,” LUTHER SNAPPED, “is not what you promised me. This was not our bargain.”

“Yes it is,” Sarah answered. “Why do you think I am here?” She wrinkled her nose. The guards, had, perhaps, been too enthusiastic in their preparations. The room reeked of sweat and blood. “Did they harm you?”

“No,” he admitted, “they were very polite.” The blood, she realized, was on his wrists and ankles. He had been trying to free himself. The chain was long enough that he could reach the cot, the little sink and toilet, but not quite to the door where she was standing.

“You tried to escape,” she said. “How foolish.”

“I lost my temper,” he admitted. “I was so enraged that you had deceived me.” He was, as she had ordered, naked. More hairy than she remembered, not as blonde, thicker in the middle, but still magnificent.

“Deceived you? Not at all. I promised you a night with me. I never specified the details.” She slipped off her robe and sandals. “Really, how did you think it was going to happen? I can’t invite you into my hotel room. It would be all over the tabloids. Here,” she smiled a chilling smile, “no one will be bothering us.”

“Where are we?” he asked. He had been hooded almost immediately after his arrest, drugged into a stupor. He had awaked to find himself stripped off all his possessions, shackled in this windowless little cell. Never again, he had thought, never again! The horror came back to him in a rush, and he had tried to break free, not even beginning to think, until pain and fatigue had forced him into submission.

“Somewhere. We are in part of my private space, my secret space.”

“I take it,” he said, “we are no longer in Toronto?”

“That would be a good guess.”

“You used a wormhole.” She shrugged in reply . “Isn’t that illegal, on this precious little planet?”

Another shrug. “It is forbidden,” she said. “The secret police have their own private network.”

“This is all illegal,” he said. “You have no right to arrest me, no right to hold me.”

“Don’t talk to me about law,” she shrugged again. “I’m a lawyer, remember? I passed the bar exam, first try.”

“What yalova escort about your precious constitution?” He was boring in on her now. Shackled, he was still attacking her. She should have gagged him, blindfolded him, left everything a fantasy. Now she was standing here shivering, trying to match wits. She already knew she was stupid, she didn’t need another evening of humiliation.

“This isn’t like you,” he was taunting. “Doesn’t this go against everything you’re preaching, everything you believe in?”

“Isn’t it odd?” she sighed. She sat down on the cot, within his reach, and he sat down beside her. “I’ve grown better, and at the same time I grown worse. Both at the same time, like a tree spreading out.”

“How much worse?” he asked. Goddess! This was something she had never talked about, not to Oscar, not to Susan, certainly not to her children. The only person she could ever have talked to was gone, missing. And now this man, this possibly very evil man, was coaxing it out of her.

“You’re a king,” she said. “You know how it is.”

“Yes,” he said, “I know.”

“There are things you have to do, decisions you have to make …” she paused, unable to continue.

“It changes you,” he said.

“I killed two men,” she said, “when I was very young. I didn’t have to kill them. It haunted me, sometimes it still haunts me. But now,” she paused again.

“It gets easier,” he said, and she nodded, mutely. “After a while,” he said, “they lose their faces, you don’t remember each one, you forget that each of them had a reason to live, people who loved them.” She was starting to cry now. She wasn’t going to cry in front of this stranger. She had come here to intimidate him, to force him to yield to her. “It’s natural,” he said. “It’s part of being who you are, what you are.”

“No,” she said, “it’s worse than that, much worse. Are you cold?”

“I’ve been very cold for a very long time.”

“Let me see if I can do something about it.” She went over to her robe and took her phone out of the pocket, spoke into it briefly. “Well, fuck you too!” she snapped. “Those fucking assholes!” she grumbled, draping the robe over her shoulders as she sat down on the bed.

“What did they say?”

“They told me it would be nice and warm once we got going. The nerve! The fucking nerve!” But she was laughing as she said it.

“They can talk to you that way?”

“The guards,” she said, “have a special relationship. I wouldn’t be queen, without the support of the secret police.”

“They selected you?” he asked.

“Not exactly. But they supported the decision. They swore loyalty to me. They report to me and me alone. I wouldn’t last a week without them.”

“I thought you had a constitutional government now. A sign of weakness.”

“I still control my guards.” She smiled, a smile that few ever witnessed.

“You know who Stalin is?” he asked. She nodded. “He came from my part of Earth. He used to have his guards find little girls, kidnap them, bring them to him for the night.”

“You think that I’m doing that?” she flared. “That I do this all the time? I’ve never done this before, never.” He didn’t say anything, but she could tell he did not believe her.

“You’ve been in this cell before,” he said.

“No,” she said, then added, “not this particular one.” She took a deep breath. My God, he thought, in a sudden panic, she is going to tell me something that no one can know. I am never going to leave this little cell alive. “There are men,” she said, “who want to kill me. Almost everyone loves me, but there are a few who hate me so much that they risk everything to kill me.”

“Women, too?” he asked.

“So far, no women.”

“How many?”

“Enough,” she said. “At least one a week. Sometimes a couple in one day.” He looked startled. “They come from all over,” she added, “from all over the galaxy. Sometimes, they are captured alive, and they come down here.”

“They go on trial?”

“No,” she said. “If they can convince the guards that they are innocent, that they were arrested by mistake, they go free. The memory of their time with us is removed. It’s easier that way, for everyone. The others …” she shrugged.

“You execute them?”

“Eventually.” The way she said it made the room seem even chillier. There was a long, uncomfortable pause. “After a while,” she said, “I got curious. I wanted to know why people hated me.” Another pause. “I wanted to know,” she added, “if they were seeing through my veneer, if I wasn’t fooling them, if they recognized how evil, how unworthy I was.”

“And?”

“I came down to watch an interrogation. You have to understand, all the time I was working, I was the one who was bound, spanked, raped, humiliated. I was always the victim.” The expert at being hurt, her son had said. “I never thought, I never dreamed …”

“You enjoyed it,” Luther said, “and you hated yourself for enjoying it.”

“H’raak used to rape his prisoners,” Sarah said. “He was an evil, evil man, ordu escort not even a man, a monster.” Like his son, my son, my beloved little birdbrain, she thought, and she began to cry. Goddess, what was she doing here? What had happened to her, to bring her to this place?

“His guards kept up the tradition?” Luther suggested.

“These men were going to die anyway,” she said. “Why not? Why not?”

“You let it happen.”

“I watched it happen.”

“You wanted to join in,” he said, and she did slap him, this time. Not too hard, bur hard enough to point out that he could no longer block her. “Pretty difficult for a woman,” he added. “Catherine the Great, you’ve heard of her? One of my favourites. She used to look for nice looking guards. Or horses.”

Improbably, her phone rang. “In your dreams,” she said, more amused that annoyed. “Yeah, fuck you too.”

“Who was that?”

“One of the guards. He thought that was a great idea.”

Luther squirmed in his chains. “We’re being watched?”

“Of course we’re being watched. You think I’m crazy enough to come in here alone with you, with no one watching? Does that bother you?” It certainly didn’t bother her. She had always worked with a monitor. She would have been terrified to think that she didn’t have that safety net. “It’s a lot more comfortable for me that way,” she added. Except, of course, when a son has been looking at recordings that never should have been made public, when a son questions all of your sexual activities. She saw how he was wilting. “Are you scared?” she taunted. “If you wish it, I can leave, and you can spend the rest of the night wishing you could reach your dick.”

“It’s okay,” he said.

“Good,” she said. “Let’s get started.” She fumbled in the pocket of her robe, and brought out the device. His eyes widened in sudden alarm.

“Boje Moi,” he said, “what is that thing?”

“A toy my husband got for me,” Sarah said. “It’s more that just a dildo. It’s a prosthetic penis. You can actually feel what it’s feeling. Well, you couldn’t, you don’t have the right plumbing on the other end. But I can.” She stood up and slipped it into place.

“You raped them?” he said. “You raped those men?”

“No,” she said. “Never, never. But …”

“You brought me here, you tied me up,” he stopped, snorting with laughter. “This is some sick fantasy for you! There’s no reason we had to do this. We could have gone back to my hotel, to your hotel. We could have had a nice, civilized evening, made love like human beings.”

“Made love,” she snapped. “No! Never! Maybe we could have fucked nicely.”

“You idiot! You sick idiot! You expect me to turn over and let you stick that into my butt?”

“No,” she said. She pressed a few buttons on her phone, and the chain that held him began to retract into the ceiling. The restraints were beginning to tighten, to lift him up off the floor.

“Okay,” he said, “I get the point. I’ll cooperate.”

She let chain go slack, and he stretched out on his stomach. She knelt behind him, and tried to enter him, but his buttocks were clenched tight. “Come on,” she said, “I know you’re very strong. What I want to know is how brave you are.”

“Brave?” he said. “Brave enough to fight?”

“Brave enough to yield,” she said. “If you want me, you are going to have to surrender.”

“Fuck you!” he muttered, but he relaxed, and she slipped into him without resistance.

“Damn!” she muttered.

“What’s the matter?” he said. “Not what you expected?”

“No,” she said, “it feels wonderful. It’s too easy, that’s all. You’re supposed to be screaming. In my fantasy, you’re supposed to be screaming. You’ve done this before,” she added.

“No,” he said. She could feel him tensing. If it had been real flesh inside of him, it would have been squeezed right out. “Never. Well, some medical tests, but never for pleasure.”

“No lies,” she said. “You like it. I’ll bet you went for a lot of those tests.” She pressed up against him, feeling the hard little spot within him, letting it slide across the tip of the artificial penis. “Oh,” she said, “a little large for a man your age. We’re going to have to give you a thorough examination.”

“You’re good,” he admitted. “You’re very good.”

“I haven’t done this for a long time,” she said. “My husband used to like it.” Used to, used to. Her husband was history, very ancient history. Noah had been big, but not this big, strong, but not this strong. She rubbed her breasts on that strong, broad back and Luther began to tremble. She kissed his neck, and the shivers turned into one long spasm. She came then. It felt different, this way, so much sensation transferred out to her artificial maleness. It tingled, it glowed, but the final orgasm was centered back where it has always been. It had been a while, she realized, quite a while, since she had even had a hint of desire. This had been building in her, somewhere, silently, secretly. Now, at last, it was rushing through her body. She felt as if she was pouring fire into him, flooding him with her desire. Of course, the artificial organ could not ejaculate, but she could sense fluid pouring through it. Goddess! She was peeing into his butt! No, she realized, it was like that one time with Paula. It had never happened again, she had almost forgotten that it could happen.

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I’m developing a hunting and fishing camp out by the lakes. I have the main house, which contains my quarters, office and a couple of single rooms that I can rent if required. I also have ten cabins. Most of the work on putting them up I did myself; I’m quite good with my hands.

I’m still running on a shoestring budget, but I’m getting by and actually starting to get ahead. What extra money I do have goes into the camp, building steady improvements. That’s partly what caused the problem.

Leonie, my fiancée, wanted me to borrow, using the land as security, and make all the modernisation I want in one hit. I tried to explain to her that I’d be leaving myself way open to losing everything, but she just couldn’t see it. She’d see a big motel group put up a motel nearby and lay on everything and assumed that I should be able to match it.

I explained to her that if there was a downturn, even a minor one, a big group could weather it, whereas I’d be wiped out by the same downturn if I was mortgaged to the hilt. I showed her my business plan and how things were progressing, but she still wanted me to go for broke.

Broke is where I would be, because she’s got the economic sense of a goose. She sees buying two dresses for forty dollars instead of one for twenty five as saving money. I point out that she’s actually spent fifteen dollars more than she’d budgeted for and she just says yes, but I saved ten dollars doing it this way. She is perpetually broke, by the way.

Anyway, to cut a long story short we had a blazing argument about finances, with me finally laying down the law and saying this is the way it was going to be.

Leonie said something rude and stormed off. I just let her go, giving her a chance to cool down.

The trouble was, she didn’t come back. At first I wasn’t particularly worried. Leonie was a city girl, not too familiar with the woods around us. She was learning the various paths and things but didn’t like to go out into the woods by herself.

I figured that she was just sulking somewhere around and let her go for a bit longer. But she still didn’t turn up. I finally went looking for her.

I checked all the more likely spots for her but she wasn’t at them. I started checking with guests, asking if they’d seen her around as I had a message for her. No-one had seen her for karabük escort the past couple of hours. As far as I could tell, she wasn’t in the camp at all.

A quick check of the only other hunting camps in easy reach showed that she wasn’t there, either. I was starting to get seriously worried. If she’d gone wandering into the bush by herself she could get hurt with no assistance around or, and much more likely, get seriously lost.

No vehicles were unaccounted for, so wherever she went she’d gone on foot, but checking all the trails close to the camp I could find no sign of her. It was a mugs game to just wander into the woods and hope I’d spot her. I wouldn’t even know which direction to start looking.

I was making tracks back to the office to call the sheriff and arrange for a search party when I noticed a light flickering from a window in one of the supposedly vacant cabins. I had checked them earlier but they were all locked and there’d been no answer when I’d knocked. I hadn’t suspected that Leonie would be silly enough to deliberately hide.

I grabbed the master key from the office and headed back to the suspect cabin, and I can tell you right now, I was pissing mad.

I let myself into the cabin and there was Leonie, lounging on the couch, watching TV. She had a bag of chips and a bottle of coke next to her. She wasn’t going hungry during her isolation it seemed.

Leonie looked at me and laughed.

“Finally found me, uh?” she said. “I bet I had you plenty worried.”

“Worried enough that I was about to raise an official search party,” I said, my voice totally casual.

Apparently not casual enough, because Leonie sat up straight and looked at me, a nervous look flashing across her face. I was moving slowly towards her and she started to sidle along the couch away from me.

“Um, I didn’t mean to cause any real problems,” she told me.

“Problems? Like me having to waste the afternoon trying to find you? Like me being about to call the Sheriff and arrange for a full search party, including helicopter and dogs? Like me wondering if a bear had got you and before you ask, yes, we have bears out there.”

At that point Leonie jumped from the couch and that suited me down to the ground. I promptly sat on it, catching osmaniye escort her arm as I did so. A firm pull and she was face down across my lap.

“Wh-what are you doing?” stammered Leonie, suddenly totally unsure of herself and the situation.

I didn’t bother to answer. Seeing I’d flipped her skirt up out the way and pulled down her panties, baring her pretty little bottom, actually saying anything seemed superfluous.

“Don’t you dare,” Leonie squealed as she realised what was coming her way. “I’ll never talk to you again if you lay one finger on me. OH! You swine.”

I hadn’t laid one finger on her. She took all five of the ones on my strong right hand, right across her buttock cheek. And to make sure she fully understood my intentions I promptly did the same with the other cheek.

I then started to repeat my little speech about problems, pointing out the dire consequences that could have come about. Had she considered what a full search party would have cost? And if they subsequently found out that she’d just been hiding she could have been charged with being a public mischief and expected to pick up the cost of the search.

I explained how worried I’d been, not knowing if she’d had an accident.

I also put in a few comments about her appalling ignorance regarding matters economic.

And all the time I was making these little comments I was steadily spanking her bottom. At first she wriggled and squealed. Then she gave up wriggling and just squealed and protested. Then she switched to crying, squealing and apologising. And through it all I gave her bottom the big bass drum treatment.

It’s surprising what a nice shade of red a bottom can go when properly stimulated. Leonie’s was shining like a stop light by the time I finished and the way she was jumping up and down, crying and trying to fan it without touching it, suggested that it was burning brightly.

I gave her a few minutes to get it out of her system, then I spoke to her.

“Leonie.”

She looked at me, eyes still bright with tears, wondering what I wanted now.

“I think it’s time we kissed and made up. Take off your clothes.”

“You don’t seriously expect me to…” her voice faltered and died away as she looked at my face.

“I most marmaris escort definitely expect you to…,” I said. “And I intend to hammer you so hard that your pussy is going to feel as beaten as your bottom. Now strip.”

She did, watching me nervously the whole time. This was the first time she’d ever seen me angry and she did not like it. While she was stripping, so was I. We were both naked about the same time and my readiness for her was blatantly obvious.

I stepped towards Leonie and she stood there, waiting for me. Her eyes flickered from my face, to my cock, and back again, and I saw her close her eyes for a moment before looking back at me.

I put my hands on her waist and lifted her towards me, holding her against me for a moment and then letting her slide down the length of my body, enjoying the feel of her against me.

As soon as Leonie felt the tip of my cock starting to press against her slit she sprang to life. Her arms went around my neck, her legs came up and circled my waist and she just let herself drop onto my cock with a groan. She was hot and wet and I slid into her with just a single thrust.

Actually, I decided after, part of her relief at having me slide into her so fast was the position we were in. Her bottom wasn’t being pressed against a hard surface or being smacked again, this time by my balls.

I didn’t mess around. I was letting Leonie know that she had an angry male on her hands and that she’d better work at appeasing him.

She did her best and her best was mighty fine. She bounced on my cock like a wild thing, doing her best to anticipate and meet my every need. I sank back down onto the couch, lying on my back, while Leonie serviced me, pulling out all stops. There was nothing half-hearted about our loving, no putting up with the boyfriend because he expects her to.

I mauled Leonie’s breasts while her bottom bobbed up and down, driving herself down onto my cock, then lifting up to drive down again. It was stretching my abilities to keep up with her, but it was fun doing so.

When I finally climaxed I was praying that she would too, because there was no way I’d be able to continue afterwards to help her over the hump. I could tell from her squeal and the way that she clamped onto my poor cock that she hit it, and then things were a little crazy for a while.

Oddly enough, our relationship seemed to have been considerably strengthened by that little episode. Leonie seemed pleased that I was willing to make her toe the line if required. She seemed to feel that she could trust me to look out for her now, where previously she had wondered.

Women are funny people, that’s all I can say.

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Her garments rustled, and the folds cascaded over her curvaceous form. She reached her hand to adjust the leather of his harness taut across his nipples. He felt the leather strap pull tight across his body, leaning into the harness, he smiled and looked up to her, receiving her soft words whispered.

“You are a gift to me, darling pet. A treasure to behold.”

Her presence was quiet, exotic with dark skin glistening in the dim light of the flickering candle flames. The dungeon, eerie and a bit haunting, loomed its presence over and through the pair. She gathered her energy and called forth her strength.

Lust and passion for her boi converged into sensation as she bent slightly to caress his cheek with the back of her hand. Lovingly, she decorated his face with soft spicy kisses. Finally, her lush full dark lips enveloped his own, and they melted into the beginnings of a lust unrequieted.

Suddenly overwhelmed with emotion surging in her, she pulled him close and cradled his head in her ample, caramel breasts, as they brimmed over her corset’s cups. Bending her neck she kissed the top of his head as if to assure him that the acts to follow would be firmly rooted in her adoration of his willingness to serve her. He canted his head, and his cheek brushed against her wrist. Nostrils flaring as he caught a whiff of jasmine and orange blossom emanating from her skin, his eyes glanced up, shoring his will.

Her eyes grew steely in their dark passion, as she prepared herself mentally. Her lips swept over his once more, absorbing the passion welling beneath the surface. There was no quelling the tide of emotion between fethiye escort her and the boi. Their mouths melded, deconstructing the elements of passion and rebuilding into a breathy inhalation of their lust. Ravenous kisses sent thrills of pleasure through them both. His cock began to stir to erection and her loins warmed and wetted in their thick sweet juices.

Her spirit coursed through her veins, overwhelming him in his submissive kneel before her. She took the leash and pulled it slightly taut, causing the collar to tug at his neck as with a hand sign she indicated for him to follow to the bed, showcased in its imperial glamour in the center of the room. He followed obediently, crawling on all fours, his body sleek and lithe with white skin gleaming in the tawdry light.

She patted the plush duvet, indicating for him to sit on the edge of the bed. As he rose and began to sit, she pushed him by the shoulders, guiding him to lie back against the luxurious fabric of the duvet. His arousal was apparent, manifesting in the leaking head of his erection. His body, powerful and muscular, became pliable in her gentle but strong maneuverings. His hands floated up and around her as she straddled his thighs, her knees to either side of his groin on the bed. She prowled over him, teeth gritted, snarling in a feral growl of obsessive possession.

Her hands caught his wrists and held them tight above his head. Her cleavage warmed his body, humid over his harnessed torso. She breathed over his mouth as if to resuscitate the need in him. Her lips clinging to his, she positioned alanya escort herself over his hips. Her crotch hot and dripping its mix of creamy juices. A beast in heat, aroused to the heights of passion, she dragged her corseted breasts over his torso, as if to mark him with the scent of her tits. His body became her playground as she taunted him with hips wiggling to drag her wet pussy over his erection, bobbing and twitching beneath her.

“Wanna fuck me dontcha, slut!” A command more than an inquiry.

He looked to her lost in despair, the aching need in him blossoming as his hips responded with a lewd thrust up towards her teasing cunt.

“Yes, Miss,” came his reply.

His voice carried overtones of humility at her overwhelming power over him, yet it was also edged with a finely honed lust, hinting at his own unquenchable need for her. It took all her power not to take him right there in that moment. She inhaled a deep calming breath, even as the power simmered in her loins and at her core.

Climbing over him, she lifted her skirt, exposing her dripping moisture over his thigh. She straddled his burning flesh, as her breasts heaved in the constraining corset. The rising heat was almost unbearable in the inferno of passion. Her mouth covered his in lusting, greedy kisses. The emotion exuded from their pores as she strove to take possession of him fully. Her hot steaming pussy positioned now to plunge over his erect and aching cock.

Possessed of lust, his hands grasped her, begging her with every ounce of spirit in himself.

“Fuck me, manavgat escort Mistress, fuck your slut, please.”

His words formed in frothing syllables over the wet dollops of saliva in his watering mouth.

“Strip me, slut!”

Obeying instantly, his hands over her skirt, gathered in his fists as he yanked the fabric from her full womanly hips. His fingers crept to the edge of the corset over her brimming breasts. With a ferocious tug, the corset gave way to let her full caramel tits spring loose and dangle freely, ripe and whole. Her dark nipples taunted him. A thread of precum formed on his head at the sight of her body revealed in glimpses, as she growled savagely. Her hips bucked and her pussy ached to be breached.

“Fuck me, bitch! Hard!” Words in a rasping breath from deep in her chest.

With her order and command, his hips thrust up hard and deep into the tight clenching entrance to her core. The stabbing thrust caught her by her throat. Her breath shallowed as his thick hard cock sawed into her creamy, velvet walls. The rage expressing in primal growls as she began to ride his cock with the fury of a demon possessed, as if she would never get enough. Driven in frenzied forceful plowing thrusts, she tilted her head back and for long moments, was poised, suspended into the unreality of the lust coming to fruition.

Her climax was approaching fast and unrelenting. As their hips wrangled, implanting his cockhead deep into her needy tunnel. Rippling walls exploded in a gush of torrential proportions as she came with heaving thrusts. Her body tense, taut and seized tight as the release washed over her in waves.

“Cum, NOW, slut, Now!” The words almost warbling from her throat.

And with the last hissed syllable, his cock erupted deep into her, breeding her. Her pussy walls sheathed him in their hot, wet, molten flow. The spasms milking the cum from deep in his balls. They panted as if to synchronize even their breaths and heartbeats.

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Pt. 04: The Turning Point

Over the next month, Ray and Allison’s love life settled into something of a groove. A couple times a week they would have sex at Allison’s discretion, which meant either Ray eating Allison’s pussy or Allison fucking Ray with a dildo. Ray was increasingly getting used to the strap-on, and starting to feel comfortable with it as a satisfying method of sex. If he was particularly horny he could even have something like a real orgasm, though Allison always found some reason to make him eat his semen as punishment when this happened. Ray also continued to watch porn frequently, and heeded Allison’s advice to try and focus on what the men were doing. Eventually, his piercing healed enough for it to be taken out, though Allison insisted that it still wasn’t safe for him to have sex or jack off yet. Allison swapped out his piercing for a slightly larger six gauge barbell, and his body gradually acclimated to the larger diameter.

While this new lifestyle would have been shocking to him a short time ago, Ray couldn’t deny how much better his life was after deciding to do whatever Allison asked of him. His daily routine—a diet of a morning smoothie, lunch salad, and light dinner, plus the regular running and yoga, eight hours of sleep, and regular work hours—left him feeling productive and energetic. He was getting more work done, earning more money, and losing weight by the fistfuls. Once a fairly solid 175 pounds, he was now down to a trim 155 and could see the gentle definition of his muscles in the mirror.

The one part of his life that he did find frustrating was a nagging work project that he had been dealing with for months now. He had been contacted by a new and slightly mysterious client who had wanted him to make a logo for a fledgling woman’s interest project.

Ray had started off designing something modern and minimal incorporating the female Venus symbol, which he was fairly proud of. But the client hated it and told him as much, saying that it looked too masculine. Ray tried again with a new design, this one an antique looking flower. He spent hours getting the colors exactly right, only to have the client reject it again, calling it too chaste.

This went on round after round, Ray’s professional pride leading him to work harder and harder on new designs, only to have them rejected with terse explanations. But despite all the rejection, the client kept paying for Ray’s time and requesting new designs. Eventually Ray had an idea that he particularly liked of a butterfly surrounded by stars. He couldn’t explain why it made sense to him, but it felt right. Sure enough, the client finally liked it enough to not reject it outright. After round upon round of increasingly specific revisions, the design evolved into a brightly colored and elongated butterfly with stars on its wings, at which point the client finally sent him an email that read simply, “Perfect. Great work.” Ray was ecstatic. It was the longest he had ever worked on a single project.

That night when Allison came home, he surprised her with an elaborate multi-course dinner and a nice bottle of wine to celebrate.

“What’s the occasion?” Allison asked, able to read Ray’s palpable excitement.

“Well, I finally finished a project for a really difficult client, and I’m really proud of the work I did.” He went on to describe the entire process while Allison listened intently.

“That’s so great, honey! I’m really proud of you,” she said when he finished. “Coincidentally, I’m glad we’re celebrating tonight because I just finished a big work project too. My team finally got a settlement on one of our biggest cases. 8.4 million dollars! More than anyone expected.”

Ray went flush when he heard this. Here he was bragging about finishing a little drawing, and Allison was leading an entire legal team on a huge case. Still, he was incredibly proud of her, and they finished their dinner with both of them in a great mood.

“You know what?” Allison said as she finished her fruit tart dessert, “To celebrate both of our good weeks, I think we need to go shopping this weekend!”

“Oh, good idea! That sounds like fun,” Ray replied.

“Especially with all the weight you’ve lost, you could use a whole new wardrobe.”

“Hm, I have noticed that some of my clothes no longer fit very well.”

“Plus, I think it’s time we updated your look. I have a few ideas.” Allison flashed him a mischievous smile.

“Well you know I trust you. Can’t wait!”

That Saturday Ray woke up early and went for a five mile run. As he drank the coffee and smoothie Allison had prepared for him, they discussed their coming day of shopping.

“Should we go to the Northside Mall?” Ray suggested.

“Mmm, I think Lakeshore Mall has better stores,” Allison countered.

“Sounds good.”

“Also, I have an assignment for you. There’s something I want you to do while we’re shopping.”

“Sure, what is it?” Ray asked hesitantly.

“Well, you know how you’ve been learning about how men can be good lovers by watching the men in porn?”

Ray nodded, still not sure where this was headed.

“I want you bahçelievler escort to do the same thing with how to look attractive. While we’re shopping, I want you to try and notice how guys are dressed and what they do to look good.”

Ray shrugged. “Sure, I guess that makes sense.”

Allison smiled. “Great! Let’s get ready then.”

Ray put on a simple t-shirt and jeans, his standard outfit for running errands. Allison dressed in a light blue halter top, frilly white skirt, and three inch wedges. She looked fantastic, and Ray was proud to have her at his side as they strolled through the mall. It didn’t escape Ray that multiple guys turned their heads at her wherever they went.

As they shopped, Allison explained to him that the style that would work best for his leaner body type was an edgier rock/punk look. Ray had never been one for flashy fashion statements, but he was enjoying the attention Allison paid him so much that he didn’t object to her opinions. She took him to some of the more modern, glam stores, and picked out for him a wardrobe of skinny jeans, graphic tank tops and shirts, and patterned button ups, all well-fitted to his newly trim frame. She also got him a pair of nice black round-toe boots with a substantial heel, which he liked because they made him feel taller. Allison also got a few things for herself—a plaid miniskirt and some fishnet stockings that Ray practically salivated imagining on her.

After a couple of hours of shopping, they took their bags and sat down to eat some cheap Chinese food.

“So, honey, what do you think of your new wardrobe?”

“I really like it! I mean, it’s a little more, um, ostentatious than I’m used to, but I’m excited to start dressing better for you.”

Allison smiled. “You’re sweet. Now, did you remember your assignment for the day?”

“Yeah, I mean, kinda. I tried to notice what other guys were wearing, but once we started buying a bunch of clothes I got pretty distracted.”

“That’s fair. Well, take a look around now and tell me what you see. Who do you think is the most attractive guy here?”

Ray scanned the food court, looking carefully at all the men in the vicinity. He felt unsure of himself, but finally he settled on a man sitting with two other guys to his left. “Um, that one over there,” he said, pointing discreetly.

Allison turned her head deliberately and looked for a few seconds. Ray began to feel self-conscious. “The guy in the blue shirt?”

Ray nodded.

“Pretty good choice. What makes him hot?”

“Well, uh, he’s tall, and he looks pretty muscular.”

“How can you tell he’s muscular?” Allison probed.

“Um, I guess because his clothes are kind of tight? You can see from the way his shirt fits.”

“Exactly. He’s wearing clothes that complement his body well. That’s what I’m trying to help you with. Of course, you’re not as muscular as him, so you’ll want to wear a different style of clothes.”

“Gee, thanks,” Ray said sarcastically.

Allison rolled her eyes. “Oh, relax. You know I think you’re cute. And you’re going to look even better with your new wardrobe.”

Ray chafed at being called cute by his girlfriend after she was complimenting another man, but he knew it was a minor gripe and he let it go.

Allison looked back at the man in the blue shirt. “What else do you think makes him look good?”

Ray snuck another quick look at him. “He has a pretty nice beard and a good hairstyle.” His brown hair was cut short, and styled with a little bit of gel, with a full, thick beard and no mustache. “It’s well-groomed but still masculine.”

“Good observation! You’re really getting it,” Allison said. She was still looking over at him.

“Quit staring!” Ray hissed. “He’s going to notice us.”

Allison laughed. “Oh, relax, no he’s not. And so what if he does?”

Ray glanced at the man again, and sure enough he turned his head in their direction. Ray quickly looked down at his plate in front of him. “Shit, he saw me looking.”

“Jesus, Ray, it’s not a big deal.”

They went back to their meal and started to plan the rest of their day, but a few minutes later Ray noticed someone approaching their table in his peripheral vision. It was the man in the blue shirt!

He cleared his throat, and both Ray and Allison turned towards him. “Sorry to interrupt your lunch,” he said in a deep baritone with a slight southern twang. “Hi, I’m Trent.”

“Hi Trent,” Allison said, smiling. “I’m Allison and this is Ray.”

“Looks like you two have had a busy day of shopping,” Trent said, looking at their bags. “I just moved to this neighborhood and haven’t been to this mall before, I was hoping you could point out where the movie theater is. This place is huge.”

Allison gestured behind her. “Down that direction, to the right when you get to the department store. What movie are you seeing?”

“Not sure, I was planning to go take a look and see if I saw something I liked,” Trent said, grinning as he stared at Allison.

“Well, I hope you see something you like,” Allison bağcılar escort responded coyly. “Maybe one of the new superhero movies.”

Trent chuckled. “Yeah, maybe. Thanks for help Allison. Nice to meet you Ray.” He smiled walked back towards his table.

Ray’s face was crimson with embarrassment. “Oh my God, he was totally flirting with you!”

Allison shrugged. “Maybe a little. It’s not a big deal, that kind of thing happens all the time.”

Ray dropped his chopsticks. “Wait, really?”

“Sure, pretty women get hit on constantly. I mean, not to toot my own horn, but—”

“No, you’re stunning. I guess I just didn’t occur to me that you had to fend guys off all the time. It makes me… kinda insecure. It seemed like you were flirting back a little bit?”

Allison gave him a sympathetic look. “You shouldn’t worry about it, sweetie, I was just being polite. You know I love you.”

Ray beamed and thought to himself how lucky he was to be with Allison. He would do whatever it took to keep her happy.

They finished their meal and shopped a little longer, and Ray got some flashy accessories, like a leather bracelet and a studded belt. Around 2:30, Allison announced that they were done shopping but had one more stop for the day. They got in the car and Ray thought little of it, until Allison pulled the car into the parking lot of Human Canvas.

Ray’s heart immediately began thumping in his chest as he started to sweat. Allison could tell he was nervous and tried to calm him down. “Relax, baby, it’s going to be okay. This isn’t a punishment like last time.”

Ray took a few deep breaths and climbed out of the car. Ray was both relieved and embarrassed to see Mark was the only one in the store again.

“Allison! Good to see you again angel!” he boomed, giving her a hug. “And Rob, how’s it going?” He shook Ray’s hand and nearly crushed it with his massive grip.

“Um, hi Mark, it’s Ray,” Ray mumbled, glancing down.

Mark shrugged.

“So glad you could squeeze us in,” Allison said.

“Of course! Now, we’re gauging up that Prince Albert today, correct?”

Ray gulped. Allison nodded.

“Alright then! Ray, get on up in the chair and drop trou.”

Ray undid his pants hesitantly and pulled them down to his ankles, then did the same for his briefs. He was embarrassed to expose his caged penis in front of someone, but he told himself that it wasn’t anything Mark hadn’t seen.

Allison took the key from her ankle and undid the cage. Without asking Ray, Mark immediately began manipulating the barbell and removing it. He spun in his chair and picked up a different barbell from his work table and cleaned it with alcohol.

“Now, this might feel a little tight because it’s substantially bigger, but your piercing is healed enough to accommodate it.”

He carefully slid the rod through Ray’s urethra and out the hole in the bottom. It felt snug and just a little uncomfortable, but not too bad. Mostly he was just flustered about having another man touching his dick, even if it was a professional with gloves. In another few seconds the new jewelry was secured, and Mark looked up at Allison.

“All done! Everything looks great, the tissue is healing perfectly. Anything else for today?”

Allison cocked her head. “Hmmm.” She ran her fingers idly through Ray’s hair. “I was thinking, baby…”

Ray’s heart immediately raced. “Yeah?”

“We could really complete your new rock star look if we got your ears pierced.”

Ray froze. He didn’t really want to get his ears pierced, and the whole rock star style still made him feel a little self-conscious. On the other hand, it was so much tamer than the piercing he already had, and to tell the truth he really hadn’t minded getting that one.

“But,” Allison continued, “if you really don’t want to you don’t have to.”

Ray pondered for a couple seconds before making up his mind. It was clear Allison wanted him to, and what was the point of all this if he was going to keep dragging his feet? Besides, it was just a couple of tiny holes, and if he didn’t like them he could stop wearing them whenever he wanted. Also, his hair was now so long that it completely covered his ears, so it’s not like anyone would notice them if he didn’t want them to. He took a deep breath.

“Why not? Let’s do it.”

Allison squealed with happiness and clapped hands. “Fantastic! You’re going to look so good, sweetie.”

“Ok then, what kind of studs? Fake diamond?” Mark asked.

Ray shrugged. “Yeah, um…” He looked up at Allison, who was grinning ear to ear.

“Gold studs,” she said confidently. Ray nodded in confirmation.

Mark got to work cleaning Ray’s earlobes, and then picked up his piercing gun. Ray closed his eyes and winced as he felt a sharp pinch in one ear, and then the other, and then felt them start to burn with a hot but bearable pain.

“All done, boss,” Mark said, chuckling.

“Oh, uh, thanks M—” Ray started before realizing that Mark was talking to Allison.

“Thanks so much, Mark, they look great. Here, Ray, ümraniye escort take a look.”

She handed Ray a hand mirror and he held it in front of his face. Two small gold spheres sat at the bottom of his earlobes, now bright red. He brushed his longish hair back behind his ears to admire them. They did look kind of cool. Maybe when they healed he’d only wear one in his left ear. “Yeah, they look great,” he said.

He pulled up his underwear and pants and started to get up from the chair.

“Actually, before you get up…” Allison trailed off.

Ray sat back in the seat. “What? Something wrong? Are they crooked?”

“No, silly. Your ears are fine. I just had an idea, but I’m not sure you’ll go for it.”

Ray once again got nervous. “What’s your idea?”

“Well, we’re already here, and—what would you think of a tongue piercing?”

Ray froze for a second. Did he hear her right? “Uhhhh, I don’t know about that, babe, that seems like a major decision,” he replied, trying to stall for time.

“Is it? It’s just another piercing. You’ve already got three,” Allison responded. She seemed so nonchalant about the idea. “And tongue piercings look so edgy. Besides, I’ve heard that getting head from someone with a tongue piercing feels great. Am I right about that, Mark?”

“Oh, that is absolutely right, trust me,” Mark said confidently. He stuck out his tongue to reveal a shiny silver ball in the center and let out a deep belly laugh. Ray sunk into his chair, mortified. “Also,” Mark continued, “it’ll hurt a little more, but it’s one of the fastest healing piercings.”

Allison raised her eyebrow expectantly at Ray. He decided to not give himself time to think.

“I’ll get the tongue piercing.” He exhaled, trying to calm himself.

“There we go! You got yourself a nice obedient boy there,” Mark teased him.

Allison was visibly giddy as Mark took a pair of forceps and marked the piercing point on Ray’s tongue. After a round of mouthwash and a quick countdown, he pushed a large needle through Ray’s tongue, then replaced it with a silver barbell. It was painful, but at this point Ray was pretty used to the feeling. When Mark removed the forceps, Ray moved his tongue around in his mouth. It felt bizarre to have a rigid piece of metal in there, and he wondered if he had done something he would regret.

“I’m so proud of you, Ray. I can tell you’re really trying to keep an open mind.” Allison leaned down and kissed him, which made Ray instantly feel better.

“Yeah, what’s the point of life without a little adventure?” Ray said, lisping as he tried to acclimate to speaking with his new accessory.

They walked out of the shop and were almost in the car when Allison turned around.

“Oops, be right back! Forgot something.”

She went back into the store. Ray watched through the window as she spoke to Mark for a few minutes. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was clear they were laughing about something. Ray began to feel embarrassed again and wondered if they were talking about him. Finally Allison patted Mark’s arm and waved goodbye. She had a broad smile on her face as she exited the shop.

“What were you talking about?” Ray asked cautiously.

“I forgot to get the care instructions for your new piercings!”

“That’s all? You were in there a while.”

Allison wrinkled her nose. “Jeez, relax honey! I was just thanking Mark for being so flexible. Piercing artists don’t just typically let their clients do things on a whim, you know. He really did us a favor.”

Ray shrugged and touched the new tiny gold globes sitting in his earlobes. “Yeah, I guess he did.”

**********

The new piercings were fairly easy to care for, and after a couple days of the tongue piercing feeling weird Ray quickly learned how to eat and talk with it. A few months ago he would never have even considered the idea of getting a piercing, and it was still shocking to him how comfortable he was having multiple ones.

Throughout his life, Ray had always taken a perverse pride in not caring much about his appearance or how he dressed. He had always told himself that people who spent time shopping and primping were vain and shallow, but with Allison’s program of self-improvement he had come to realize that that attitude was just an excuse for his own laziness. He was now taking pleasure in looking at himself in the mirror in the morning and picking out his outfits every day. It felt good to wear fashionable clothes that fit his athletic body. He even found himself shopping for new clothes in his spare time online, something he had always viewed as a waste of time.

He was also sleeping better and feeling healthier than he ever had. At first he had done yoga just to placate Allison, but now that he could feel himself getting more flexible he looked forward to it and enjoyed the sensation of deep stretching it gave him.

And yet, despite all this, Ray was beginning to feel a little frustrated. All of these changes had started as a way to fix their sex life, and months later Ray still wasn’t sure when they were going to try having sex again. Not that he felt dissatisfied, exactly—while he still found it a little bit humiliating for Allison to use a dildo on him, he had to admit that the orgasms he had from anal were more intense than anything he’d ever felt from his dick. And Allison certainly seemed to be enjoying herself more. Still, he wondered when he’d finally get to fuck Allison again like he wanted to.

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Pinning you down is my favorite part.

It’s especially true when I telegraph that I’m going to do it. That I show you, tell you, that it’s coming so that you can put up the biggest, best fight you have in you. So when your eyes narrow and your breath quickens and your muscles are bristling with all that extra strength and I sweep it away? Push you down into the position I want you in like you have no strength? That way you know that I own you. And we can call it whatever you’d like and we can pretend it doesn’t happen, whatever it takes to soothe you, make you whole. Make you want it again.

But we both know the truth when I do it. As strong as you get, as smart as you are and as dedicated to the fight as you can be—the moment I want to take you, I can.

So keep struggling, grunting, narrowing your eyes at me. I want that, too. I want to gaze into your fire with my perfect calm and demonstrate again that you’re being taken. That you cannot clasp your legs together tight enough that I can’t pry them apart. That you can’t push your arms against mine to move them as I do.

You’re mine.

Tonight is about what we are, who we are, to each other. And I am the monster that stands so tall above you that my shoulders are half your height. Whose hand is nearly the size of your face and could easily take the air from your mouth or neck despite every effort made to stop it.

I love you because you admit what others hide from. I love you because you’d deny every word of it to any other man or couple, any friend or relationship in your life, but as soon as you close our door you’ll admit it’s true. Even when infuriated. Even when defiant. I love you because you’re the only girl I’ve met that isn’t afraid.

My second favorite part is when you stop struggling. I never know if it’s a feint or not, and that is alluring beyond my ability to state. Sometimes you run out of gas and others you’re just looking for an opening.

So what’s it going to be? Good girl or bad? I won’t ask you to answer. I suspect you often don’t know yourself.

I move my hands from your wrists and tilt my head as I look down, wondering what you’ll do.

You simply breath heavily, eyes ignited, gazing up at me.

I rip your blouse open and it sends buttons off like rockets. You gasp and then narrow your eyes. “I liked that shirt…”

Why else would I do it?

I lean down to kiss and lick your stomach, to take a little of it üsküdar escort between my teeth and clamp down. I want to hear you acknowledge me and sing my praises through the moans, the gasps. It’s only when I feel your hand on the back of my neck that I know you’re going to be a very good girl tonight and I am grateful for it. I love when you submit. It makes me up my game-anyone can dominate an opponent. It’s a bit harder when they’re playing along.

A quick jerk back, two hands on your hips and I flip you over to deliver a swat to your ass-I can never resist-and I pull the blouse off you. It tears, here and there, but it was already acknowledged in past tense.

I strip you down.

“You can’t just do this when you like.” You say it with your head still buried in the mattress. “What if I had a bad day at work? What if I wasn’t in the mood?”

Which I assume is trying to draw me out of the moment because as much as you want this, you love making me concede even more. There isn’t anything you could say though. I’m as much yours as you are mine. I am tied to this outcome with all my being. I need you to cum for me. I require it.

When the last of your clothing is off I push two fingers into your cunt without pretext or warning. If you aren’t wet now then what are we even doing together?

I slide in with some ease, some groaning on your part.

“You’re hurting me.”

You start to say something else but the blood is rushing to my ears and I can’t hear you, like I’m deep underwater. Sometimes your pussy does that to me, and just knowing that you’re wet makes the drumbeat louder.

So I turn you over again and I push my lips against yours. The only difference between this kiss and strangling you is which part of my body I’m using. You go limp beneath me. I’m a verbal person by nature and so I hope you take it as the compliment it is that I refuse to speak to you in this.

That instead of telling you what I want I wrap my wrists around yours and pull you, pin you again the wall. I guide your hands above your head, your body a foot from the wall, like you’re under arrest. Then I stroke you, run my hands over, you, cup your breasts and your neck.

I take special pains to play with the parts that I sometimes neglect. I run my knuckles down your spine. I stoke the side of your neck. I hold your hips in my hands to show you just how much bigger gaziemir escort I am than you.

Then I spin you around and slam you against the wall to make you gasp for me. When you reach for my cock I slap the hand away.

I find this is more effective than telling you I love you or having a discussion on the matter.

Normally I’d lift you against the wall by your hips or the back of your thighs but you make the monster in me ravenous and only cumming in you gets him out again.

And I’m going to hurt you for having that power over me.

Both of my hands come up to your neck and squeeze slightly, slowly-firmly. I look into your eyes to make sure that you can see that something in me wants to keep taking the oxygen from you almost as much as it wants me to fuck you. Do you see it? Can you feel it now? Do you know that you make me need you in such a way that it hurts not to have you?

I don’t know any other way to ask it, or to get you to answer honestly, so I start lifting. I start pushing your throat towards the ceiling.

At first you don’t understand and tilt your head back but when there’s no more room, you gasp. The air is leaving you now, flying away from you. At first you rely on instinct, you get up on your tip-toes, but I’m still lifting. So you start scratching, clawing, kicking at me now that you’re suspended, mostly by me, some by the wall. That’s still the animal in you.

Then you do the thing I wanted and you grasp onto your attacker. You hold me with both hands, you swing your legs around me and grapple. You latch on to me so that you stop being hurt.

I’d normally ask who’s sicker for wanting this, but given how hard my cock is, I have a pretty good idea.

There is the added benefit of your pussy being exposed with your legs spread so wide, and once you’re elevated to the correct height, pushing into you is easy. Quick. I can feel you tighten around me as I thrust into you.

You wouldn’t know it from the violent strokes, or the growls and grunts or the fact that I just wont take my hands from your neck but inside you it feels like home.

I have to keep my hands from tightening with every thrust. I have to remember to hold them back from the impulse as I shove in and out of you hard enough to make a wet, slapping sound when your ass hits the paint.

You close your eyes and I am grateful because it allows me sancaktepe escort to let all my demons out and push in and out of you until I am so close. Close enough to know that I can’t push in any further in fear of harming you.

So I toss you up into the air, by your throat, in a way that I am certain will leave mark all so I can grab you by your ass, cart you back to the bed, and push you into the mattress.

From there it’s arms around you as tight as you’re clinging onto me. Somehow tighter than when you were holding on for life.

I push myself beyond my limits to make certain that when I cum in you, I’m going as hard and fast as I can. I want to ache tomorrow in the same way you will.

We grapple one another. Hold onto each other. Dig our fingers into each other so we can grapple. I feel you tighten your pussy around me so that I can push forward, dive into you. There is no greater feeling that swimming inside you, pushing you open only to have you tighten around me at the end of every stroke.

Can you feel how hot I am for you? How connecting to you on this level, harming you, choking you makes me need you in a way you’ve never felt another man.

I am as hard as can be as I slam in and out of you. I roar into your face and growl into your ear as you push me closer to the edge than you have any right.

And we both know even though I am the one who tosses you around, that you have this power over me. That you can make me mad and go wild just to slip inside that pussy again. That you can deny me for a minute and make it feel like an evening.

I pull out of you and moan until I roll you over, but this time you’re ready, you’re pushing up on your knees and placing your own head in the mattress. You’re telling me to mount you, fuck you, in the way way you love.

My body slides between your legs so that I can push, up and in, rub that small, soft spot of your pussy with the ridges.

You start to push back so hard that I have to tug your hair, hold you still, choking you again. And even then you still vibrate your legs. More, more, more. So I start pushing again, moving like a piston, until there is nothing left but the final, white hot moment.

And now you are strangling me. The air leaves me lungs as the whole of my body turns into an orgasm. I am nothing but the air leaving my lungs, the water seeping out of my eyes and the scream that soaks into your skin as I feel you cumming on my cock.

A minute after and we’re rolling onto our sides, falling into the spoon position.

When you start speaking I move my nearly dead hand over your mouth to silence it.

Your laughter is muffled, but the kiss you give to my palm is louder than trumpets.

And I whisper, “I love you, too,” as I keep you from speaking another word.

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