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Gestapo Headquarters Paris
Department A2
Friday October 10 1940 9:00am

I woke up abruptly, aching all over. My neck muscles were killing me and I was feeling dizzy. The morning light, which was coming through the window, was illuminating my desk and face. I closed my eyes and rubbed them hard. I must have fallen asleep during the night while going through a pile of reports which had arrived the day before.

A look at the mirror revealed the tired face of a cute 19 years old girl with dark brown eyes and hair who looked as if she hadn’t had enough sleep for days. Unfortunately the mirror never lies. I had been working for 15 hours each day during the last 3 weeks due to the fact that a large network of spies had been exposed.

My father stood very high in the hierarchy of the Nazi party in Berlin and as a result I had been appointed chief of staff of Gestapo’s A2 department in Paris. Our department consisted of females only and was responsible for interrogating female captives. My rank was of a lieutenant’s and under my direct orders were two sergeants by the names of Debbie and Kim, both at the age of 26.

Debbie was French with long dark hair and beautiful piercing eyes. Her cup size was 34 C-same as Kim’s-and she was slim and athletic. On the other hand Kim was Dutch with long blonde hair, green blue eyes and perfect calves. She was 3 inches taller than Debbie and weighed 10 pounds more. Both had great tight asses and the longest legs in Paris as far as I knew. I was one inch taller than Kim-5’9″-and my cup size was 36 B.

A glance at my desktop revealed the presence of a new document. Someone must have brought it during my sleep and left it there. The document concerned the transfer of a female captive who had been caught during a Gestapo raid into a Parisian café. The subject in question appeared to be a 25 years old American citizen, resident of St. Louis, and she was…black? I immediately frowned and thought that was getting very interesting.

The attachment on the document stated that I was to interrogate the subject and extract any valuable information by any means available. I picked up the phone and ordered Kim and Debbie to change clothes and meet me at the basement.

I quickly changed too and descended the stairs leading to the basement. Debbie and Kim were already there, dressed in their “interrogating” outfits.

Each one wore a black leather mask with openings for the eyes, nose and mouth. Their hairs were caught in a ponytail behind their heads. Black leather corsets were tightened around their slim bodies, making their naked breasts popping out like twin fleshy mountain-peaks. They had black leather elbow-gloves on and around their right arms there was a red-white elastic band with a black swastika in the middle. Tiny, almost non-existent, black leather g-strings covered their crotches which left their asses totally exposed. Both wore nylon black thigh-stockings and Wehrmacht boots.

“Bring the prisoner in and tie her hands up in those hanging chains” I ordered them.

“Jawol mein Kommandant” both exclaimed.

They brought her in and secured her raised hands in the hanging chains. I took my time and inspected her from top to bottom thoroughly. She looked no more than 5’4” tall and 110 pounds. Her almond-shaped black eyes were reflecting the artificial light of the basement like magic mirrors and her nose was a typical Afro-American one. A rather big mouth with fleshy succulent wet lips betrayed her unbridled lust for oral pleasure. Her ebony shoulder-length hair was long and straight with long curls at the end. She wore a tight long yellow floral dress which highlighted the perfect dimensions (34 B-30-32) of her body. All in all, she was a petite chocolate cutie and I was sure that my girls would enjoy this exotic dish to theirs heart’s content as they had never had the opportunity to meet colored people before.

“I would like to be informed the reason of my arrest. I am an American citizen and you have no right to keep me here. The conditions of my detention are absolute outrageous. I haven’t slept, eaten and drunk for so many hours. You should have informed the American embassy for my capture and I demand…” she tried to protest.

“You demand? YOU DEMAND??? You are not in position to demand anything. Do you realize what your situation is? You are accused of being a spy and this alone brings on the death sentence. So you’d better start talking, for I don’t have much time at my disposal” artvin escort I shouted at her.

“There must be a mistake in your reports. I am sure that you have taken me for someone else. It’s my maiden trip in Europe and I visited Paris for its night-attractions. I got stuck here when the war broke out and couldn’t find a way to return home. Your police arrested me while I was talking to a man who would arrange my return trip. I know of nothing else.”

“What is your name?” I asked her.

“My name is Faith, Lieutenant” she said.

“From now on you shall address me as Mistress Christy. Is that understood?” I said and at the same time I slapped her hard.

“Ouch!!…Yes…Yes…Mistress…Christy…”

“Listen up you degraded bitch. You are going to tell me everything in detail. I don’t want to waste my valuable time on you. Give me names, locations, codes and everything else required. I promise not to harm you and let you go when we finish or else you will find out how cruel I can be.” I told her while I was pulling her hair.

“Aaaahhh…I swear God…I know…nothing…Please…”

“You want to play it rough? We shall see about that. KIM AND DEBBIE TEAR HER CLOTHES APART. DENUDE HER COMPLETELY!” I barked my orders.

Kim and Debbie with savagely sparkled eyes dashed on their helpless victim and started tearing her dress to shreds. Faith was wriggling her body desperately while versatile fingers were ripping off her dress, bra, thong, garter belt and nylon stockings mercilessly. She ended up wearing a pair of white high-heels only and nothing else.

It seemed that the little display of my authority over Faith had left no one unaffected. Kim’s engorged pale-pink nipples were competing with Debbie’s swollen brown ones in terms of beauty, size and hardness. Debbie’s eyes were fixed on Faith’s glistening hairy slit and her tongue was wetting her fleshy lips whereas Kim was fondling Debbie’s magnificent bubble asscheeks with her right hand whilst the left was buried between her milky thighs.

“Do you like what you see Debbie?” I asked.

“Yes Mistress, she is so beautiful and helpless” said Debbie.

“Are you getting aroused by a filthy black cunt???” I shouted.

“Yes Mistress…Umm…NOoooo…I’m not…” Debbie tried to apologize.

“HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THAT YOU BELONG TO THE ARYAN RACE? We are destined to rule the world. It is in our genes to impose our supremacy and rules to others. We are to enslave the whole world and bring the dawn of a new era. The era of the NEW ORDER! There will be no other masters than us. Blacks, yellows, reds are all bound to serve and work for the glory of the third Reich.

Look at yourself and tell me what common there is between you and that black bitch. You and Kim belong to the finest examples our race has to show. Kim is tall, white, and intelligent; she looks like a northern Valkyrie, full of power and glory, ready to slay her enemies-and she is!

You bear resemblance of your great Gaelic ancestors who never ceased fighting bravely against all their numerous enemies-against all odds. Those great men and women have left their indelible mark on you. Can’t you see it? Can’t you feel it? Haven’t you read the way they were fighting, defending their culture, families and country?

Are you sure you want to compare yourself with these monkeys? Black humanoids who spend all their time running naked around and mating by rolling their selves in the mud? What do they know about culture and civilization? Absolutely nothing. Even my Doberman outsmarts all of them with extreme ease.

Your nation has raised so many great men and women who contributed so much to the world that it would be pointless to refer to their achievements. You are disgracing your legacy. You are disgusting me!!!”

“I’m so sorry Mistress Christy I didn’t mean what I said before. I humbly ask you to forgive me. Please Mistress I beg of you. Do not send me to the firing squad. I…I’ll do anything to please you as I always do…Please…” Debbie begged.

“You are very lucky Debbie because I have in my heart so much love for you. I won’t report you to my superiors but I shall grant you the wish you were looking for. I give you the opportunity to serve that wretched multi-used asshole and cunt. ON YOUR KNEES AND LICK HER ASSHOLE, BITCH!!!” I howled at her and I unbuttoned my officer’s knee-long black leather jacket.

Debbie got on aydın escort her knees and crawled her way to Faith’s back. I got rid of my jacket and stood there with my legs straddled and hands on my waist. I was wearing a breast-less black leather corset with shoulder straps and a matching pair of elbow gloves. Four rows of metallic chains-with their edges attached on either strap-were covering my naked breasts and a crotch-less leather thong was embracing my firm hips. I also had on thigh-high leather boots with stiletto heels.

Debbie started to fondle and caress Faith’s perfect black ass impatiently. Her hands were parting wide and closing her asscheeks with unquenched lust. She was kneading, massaging, kissing and licking those black orbs-in that order-without paying attention to anything else. Her tongue was running amok on Faith’s ass crack, teasing the black hole with the tip of it relentlessly. She even dipped her nose inside and inhaled the musky aroma of her anus.

“Kim, I want you to whip Debbie’s ass without remorse. Teach her a lesson. Discipline her the way I would” I said in total disgust.

“Mmmmm…I certainly will Mistress…It is my pleasure” Kim answered joyfully.

“Make that butt red! Punish and plow her audacious ass with the instrument of destruction! I want to see her velvet white skin shedding tears of blood!” I prompted her.

“Jawol Mistress”

Obediently Debbie raised her butt up and waited for the inevitable, although she kept shoving her agile little red tongue inside Faith’s anal canal. She must have been doing a great job because Faith was panting and rocking her pelvis uncontrollably.

Kim positioned herself behind Debbie and inflicted the first strike on Debbie’s voluptuous bum. Her loins squirmed and she let out a little moaning inside Faith’s asshole. Kim hit again and Debbie bit Faith’s ass-flesh hard, who in turn moaned and arched her back.

I got close to Faith and started to roll her swollen brown nipples between my index and thumb fingers. She screamed in agony and I slapped her hard many times. Then I cupped her breasts and kneaded them hard. I took some time abusing her tits while I was looking into her eyes. Meanwhile Kim was flogging Debbie’s ass with great expertise and many red welts had made their appearance on her abused skin. Debbie never quit tongue-fucking Faith’s puckered asshole even though her ass was suffering badly from Kim’s rain of hits.

“Have you got anything to tell me?” I asked Faith ironically.

“Mmmmmm…Aouch!…Oohhh…I…told you…I know nothing…Please…” she moaned.

“So, you are insisting on your story. Very well I shall go on then.”

“Kim! Stop rubbing your pussy and focus on your duty. Strap on that Indian phallus and fuck Debbie’s ass. NOW!”

While Kim was strapping the Indian phallus-7 inches long and 2 inches wide-on, I grabbed a 5-tail leather whip from the nearby table. I then started whipping Faith’s small tits, making sure to hit her hard nipples with each stroke as well. I was also calling her names like cheap slut, used cunt, nigger, filthy bitch, dirty asshole and others.

Kim positioned herself behind Debbie and straddled her ass. She bent her knees, put aside Debbie’s leather string and guided the head of the phallus in the entrance of her asshole. By that time Debbie was on her elbows and knees and was kissing and licking Faith’s ankles. Kim pushed hard and planted her “girly-dick” inside Debbie’s receptive tight anal opening.

Debbie jerked her head, throwing her hair to the air, and groaned in pain while Kim grabbed her loins with her hands, using them as anchors in order to stabilize herself. Kim then proceeded to ass-fuck Debbie violently by picking up a fast and steady pace.

As I was flogging Faith’s perky tits I noticed that her hairy mound and slit were soaking wet. Her red clit protruded from its black hood, stimulated too much from the ongoing action. The raunchy whore must have been enjoying what was going on.

I immediately turned my attention to it and started whipping her tummy and thighs. The leather straps of my whip were savagely embracing every curve of her body like snakes’ tongues, leaving their undeniable marks all over. Even her engorged clit wanted to take its share of passion as it was extending itself in a laborious effort to receive the punishment that so desperately needed. A few well-aimed hits on her sensitive button fully balıkesir escort satisfied that pervert quest for relief, even though unbearable pain was the price she had to pay.

“Water…Please…give me some water…I’m so thirsty…Mistress” Faith pleaded.

“Only if you give me what I’m asking for, will I fulfill your requests. Are you ready to talk?” I said.

“Please…I’m not a spy…just…a tourist…I…need…water”

I turned pale and stood there motionless and speechless. I envisaged myself standing in front of the firing squad…then a loud bang…me embracing and biting the dark earth…my daddy giving me the coup de grace (finishing stroke) with his pistol…That worthless scum had proved herself a very tough nut to crack. My life wouldn’t worth a penny if I failed in my duty.

I looked at the floor and saw Kim and Debbie making passionate love. Debbie was lying on the floor with her legs spread wide and Kim on top was ramming her boiling pussy like damned soul. They were pressing their aroused nipples on each other’s and their red tongues were entangled in a frenzy waltz.

Kim and Debbie couldn’t care less about my future. The blood inside my veins started to boil and my sight was getting darker and darker. I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do first. Should I strangle Faith, with my bare hands, slowly to death? Or start kicking Kim and Debbie’s butts to no end?

“Kim and Debbie stop what you are doing and come over here! NOW! Loosen Faith’s chains and be prepared!” I ordered them.

They did as they were told and Faith dropped on her knees with her hands still raised.

“Debbie our prisoner is thirsty. Give her your nectar.”

“Certainly Mistress.”

Debbie brought her pelvis near Faith’s mouth and tugged her leather underwear to the side. She parted her rose petals and let go her steamy salty piss.

Faith opened her big mouth and stuck out her tongue as Debbie was leading her stream of piss right inside her thirsty throat. She was gulping Debbie’s yellow river eagerly while her tongue was catching on the air every drop which missed its target.

Kim got closer and started peeing on Faith too. She was showering with her golden fluids her nose, eyes, mouth and tits. Faith got crazy as she was trying to swallow Kim and Debbie’s urine torrents simultaneously because she didn’t want to miss a single drop.

After finishing peeing, Debbie stuck her wet pussy on Faith’s lips. Immediately Faith started lapping and nibbling her velvet petals, sucking deeply and swallowing mixed love fluids and urine. I sent Debbie to strap on an 8 inches black dildo and Kim took her place on the spot.

Faith opened her mouth as much as she could in order to accommodate Kim’s Indian phallus. Kim guided her “girly-cock” inside her throat and started moving her hips back and forth. Faith gagged a few times but she kept deep-throating it. She quickly got used to its amazing dimensions and in turn she started bobbing her head, meeting Kim’s thrusts halfway.

I ordered Kim to lie on the floor and position her pelvis between Faith’s thighs. She did and brought her “phallus” in a vertical position. Faith literally jumped on it and her neglected black pussy immediately engulfed it. She was rocking her body too fast on Kim’s hard tool and her tits were swaying up and down following the rhythm of her movements.

Debbie grabbed Faith’s hair and made her bend over. Faith lay completely on Kim and their breasts came into contact. Debbie knelt behind and parted wide open Faith’s asscheeks. She enjoyed the view of Faith’s gapping asshole for a moment and then she put there the head of her black dildo.

Debbie pushed hard and past the head through Faith’s reluctant sphincter with difficulty. Faith in turn, screamed as she felt her rear end violently penetrated. It seemed that Faith’s scream was the signal for Kim and Debbie to go wild. Debbie started humping Faith’s stuffed asshole like a dog in frenzy and Kim was pushing up her pelvis drilling Faith’s stretched pussy while her hands were pinching her nipples.

With two tools working her holes like well-lubricated pistons Faith didn’t have any choice but to succumb.

“OOOhhhh…GOD!!! FUCK ME!!! BOTH OF YOU!!! Ahhhhh…Ouchh…you are ripping me apart…Aaaahhhh…but I like it! Oh GOD I LOVE IT! I’M A FUCKING SLUT!!PLEASE…FUCK ME… BOTH OF YOU!!! I WANT TO BE…A NAZI’S BITCH…I…WANT…I’LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING…JUST…KEEP FUCKING ME…PLEASE!!! IM…CUMMMMMMMMMMING!!!!!!!!!!!”

“I know you will” I said with a big smile on my face.

END.

(The writer regards all people to be equal and brothers. It’s just a work of fiction and hopes that no one will be offended.)

Written by Christy Mars Copyrights (c) 2006

Especially made for 25 years old Faye from USA.

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An hour went by when Mark found Leann sitting on the front porch in a daze. She didn’t even notice him there looking at her. He thought how beautiful she was. Then she heard a dog pant. Her heart just about stopped. She thought dam he didn’t put that killer on a dog leash. She looked over and noticed Mark looking straight at her with book in hand and his faithful dog beside him. I hope you don’t mind that I brought Max with me he said in a stern but pleasant voice. She looked at him then the dog. “I would like you two to be friends since you are my neighbor,” Mark said. “I suppose so,” she grinned half heartily. “I see you are ready to read,” she sighed. Come sit here, she motioned to the chair next to her. He walked up the steps his faithful companion behind him. He sat down next to her. Leann still looking at Max who finally made it over to Marks feet and laid down. She returned her gaze to Mark when she noticed he had been watching her the whole time. She was slightly embarrassed by this and started to blush a little. “Would you like something to drink,” she offered. “I have beer, JD, water or lemon aid, what would you like?” “JD sounds good,” he grinned. Before he could say anything she got up and walked in the house.

A few moments had passed and she returned with two glasses. One filled with JD for Mark and the other filled with lemon aid for her. Mark noticed she was wearing wired framed glasses he thought how seductive that made her look. “You look like a seductive librarian,” his green lush eyes glimmered at the thought. “Oh, bayburt escort so you’ve dealt with seductive librarian before,” she said snidely. “No, but we could play that your the librarian,” his voice brazen. She looked at him with a little disgust and shock about her. Mark smiled and noticed her reaction. “No, ah,” he started to chuckle at her expression. She put the glasses down on the table in front of them. She started to fiddle with her dress. She reached for the note book and gently took it from Mark. She sat down in the chair next to him, took a sip of lemonade before settling down to read. She got somewhat comfortable and sat back. She took a deep breath and opened the diary. She glanced over at Mark then back at the book and started to read. In the beginning were the first words. Has she read the words aloud, Mark noticed her voice becoming soft and sweet with every word she uttered.

The first couple of pages told a little about Mrs. Reese before she had meant Mr. Reese. Has she read she could feel Marks eyes on her, it made her a little edgy but she kept reading. It went on to tell how she first meant Mr. Reese. Mark listened intensely to every word. Both of them were being drawn into the story. She had read about thirty pages and was starting to get antsy. She looked over at Mark who noticed it too. “Lets read a little at a time shall we,” he smiled at her. Tears coming down her check, Mark reached over to wipe her tears away he then reached down and folded the corner bartın escort of the page to book mark where they had stopped then closed the book. He then reached for her chin and kissed her on the check. “I am here if you need me,” he whispered to her. She looked at him in shock and smiled. His hand was surprisingly soft she thought to herself.

“Thank you tree topper,” she started to giggle. Mark started to laugh. “Yes, my half pint,” we needed to laugh. Leann thought to herself does he realize what he just said. But Mark knew exactly what he said. In the short time she has known him he has been careful about his use of words. Or could it be she was reading something into it? They sat for a while finishing their drinks, Mark smiling at her. “Same time tomorrow half pint,” he asked her. “Same place,” she questioned. “No, lets meet at the waterfall,” he winked at her with a devilish grin. She didn’t know what to make of this she was taken back. “Okay, why not,” she said. “I will bring the wine,” he said in a soft voice. “I will bring the cheese and crackers,” she started to giggle. “We’ll make an outing of it.” “Yes, we will,” his eyebrow over his right eye started to lift slightly. She noticed his lips became full.

She reached down to pet Max and he looked up at his master. Max started to sniff her hand and let her pet him. She looked at Mark and smiled. “Bringing Max with you tomorrow,” she asked curiously. “If you like,” his eyes twinkled. “Sure why not we could become friends ığdır escort after all.” Mark started to stand has he did so did Max. “Thank you for reading,” his voice filled with admiration towards her. “I know it must have been hard for you.” “Yes, it was but I feel closer to her now then I ever did before.” “It is I who should thank you for sharing with me,” Mark bent over to kiss her forehead. “Well,” he sighed, “till tomorrow.” “Yes, till tomorrow,” she grinned.

He started to walk down the steps with the book in hand and toward the mansion. When he realized Max was not at his heels. He turned to see Max standing by Leann who was still petting him. He called out in a demanding voice. “Max come,” he ordered. Max looked at him then looked at Leann and stood for a moment. “Max come,” he demanded a second time. Max obeyed and slowly made his way to his master. Max looked up at him then bowed his head. “Seems I have made a friend,” she smiled at Mark. Noticing that he had a cold stare on him. Mark looked up at her, his eyes seemed a little upset with Max for disobeying the first time. That soon changed in a moment. His lush green eyes softened and he smiled. “Yes, you have indeed half pint, see you tomorrow,” he smiled. “Till tomorrow,” she felt her heart pump wildly. Mark turned and Max followed his master back to the mansion. She watched him has he walked off till she couldn’t see him in her sights. She sat back down in deep thought, she couldn’t wait until tomorrow. His touches and kisses were driving her wild. She found him very, how shall I put it. Lets just say she was very attracted to Mark. The way he held himself. Before she knew it, it was dark out. She had sat there for hours in deep thought about Mark and what all she had read today. How beautiful and elegant Mrs. Reese put her feelings into words. She got up and decided to go straight to bed. She was indeed tired.

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Monday

I get home about an hour before you, my lover, my life, my Goddess. Although lover is probably not the most appropriate term anymore. It’s been over two months since I’ve had intercourse with you. It’s also been over 6 weeks since I was allowed a full uninhibited orgasm.

It’s been so long that I’ve almost forgotten what it feels like. My balls and cock feel full of cum, just waiting to be allowed to explode free. A single loving caress from your hand is almost enough now for my cock to start drooling pre-cum like a dog salivating over a bone.

As is my routine now, I undress as soon as I’m in the front door. Naked but for the metal chastity cage. I then put on the black and pink leather collar. My nakedness, the collar and chastity cage are a constant reminder of my servitude. This in turn, coupled with my enforced abstinence, keeps me at a near constant state of arousal. My cock constantly straining at its cage.

I start dinner. For this I am allowed to don an apron. Somehow it seems even more obscene cooking in just the apron with my ass still fully exposed, almost framed by the apron. With dinner cooking away, I assume my greeting position opposite the door. On my knees, head to the floor, ass in the air, balls dangling in between my open, spread legs.

You must be running late. Probably some meeting over ran at the school where you work. I hold the position for what seems like eternity but is probably only 30 minutes or so. It’s enough for pins and needles to start sending my legs to sleep. Then I can hear your footsteps coming down the hall. The jingle from your bangles. The keys taken from your bag. All the while my cock tries to harden in its cage. I love the anticipation of your return. I wonder what mood you will be in; happy and playful, tired and in need of a massage, or perhaps pissed off and angry, with some excess frustration to vent or maybe you’ll just want more of a vanilla night. Perhaps just watch a film snuggled upon the sofa.

The door opens. I keep my face to the floor. I hear you walk in and throw your bag on the floor. You slam the door.

“Uh oh, this doesn’t sound good,” I think to myself.

“What a fucking day!” you say, “Those kids are driving me insane!”.

As you say this, you have walked behind me and tap the inside of my thighs with your foot. I spread my legs wider. My balls hanging impotently between them.

“I’m sorry darling but there is just one who is such a spoilt little brat!”.

With this you take half a step back then kick my balls hard. A direct hit. The pain is intense. Not only the pain from the testicles themselves but the all-encompassing ache from inside. It takes my breathe away. I collapse rolling onto my side.

“Get up!” you say, firmly yet not quite shouting.

I struggle back to my knees. Blood rushing back into my legs. Your foot on my back forcing my head down again assuming the same position as before.

“I tell you, that kid could do with a bit of this, then he wouldn’t be so goddamn cheeky and I wouldn’t have to do this!”

With that another blow is delivered. Luckily not quite a direct hit. The balls somehow managing to escape the brunt of the kick. It’s still enough to make me involuntarily grunt but not enough to make me collapse. Obviously, your game is to make me collapse, so another kick is delivered this time another direct hit. Down I go, rolling on the floor, instinctively grabbing my precious balls.

You give me a moment, before saying to me “Open your legs and put your hands behind your back.”

I look up; and start to slowly comply.

“Don’t look at me” you say, “and don’t make me ask you twice!”

I speed up, rolling on to my back with my arms behind me, I tentatively spread my legs.

“Wider.” you command.

I slowly open my legs a bit wider.

“As wide as you can.”

I spread them further apart. While I am doing this, you have slipped off your shoes. You place your bare foot on my balls. Your toes playing with my cock through the bars of the cage.

“How was your day anyway, darling?” you ask. Before I can gather my breath to answer, you add, “Good, I can smell dinner, how long until we can eat?”

“Good thank you, my love” I gasp “work was ok. Dinner will be ready in about 5 minutes.”

“Good boy.” you say, “if I wasn’t in such a bad mood, I might have spared you this for being such a good boy, but that kid has really wound me up and this is such good therapy”

“Yes, my love” I respond.

“You love this though don’t you?” you say.

“Yes, my love,” I respond “I love anything that makes you happy, my love”

“It would make me happy for you to thank me for kicking you in the balls and also beg that I do it again.” All the while your foot massaging my cock and balls.

“Thank you, my love.” I immediately respond, “I love it when you kick my balls, my love, the pain is nothing compared to the stress you must be feeling after such a tough day. Please my love, I beg of you, kick me again, I’m sure kastamonu escort you will feel better for it”

“I’m certain I will.” you say and then stamp on my balls three times in quick succession.

Although the force isn’t as hard as the kicks, all three connect.

“I’m going to have a shower, get dinner dished up” you call, wandering off to the bedroom to get changed, leaving me writhing on the floor, grunting and moaning. Trying to rub my balls better, as if that does them any good.

I slowly get to my knees. As you are in the apartment now, I must crawl from one place to another, so I slowly get to my knees and crawl from the hall down to the kitchen. I hear the shower turn on as I struggle to pull myself up the kitchen cabinets until I’m upright again, feeling somewhat queasy, my balls aching all the way inside to my very core.

After a few minutes I hear the shower stop so I start dishing up dinner. I hear you call me. I get back on my knees and crawl across the hard floor into the bedroom. You are standing there wrapped in a towel holding up two outfits.

“As you can tell, I’m in a punishment mood today” you say; “which outfit do you want?”

A small concession we had agreed was if you were just going to punish me, my reward was to be able to select the outfit you would wear while administering the pain. In your left hand you hold the black rubber dress with the cut-out holes for your smallish but firm and beautifully proportioned tits and in your right a pair of chaps with a leather bra and thong. I love the way your tits swing when administering a beating, so I select the left hand.

“Very well, although I always struggle getting into this one which is unlikely to improve my mood!” you say, “You’ll eat out of the dog bowls tonight”

I crawl back through to the kitchen, take out the dog bowls, filling one with water and tipping my food into the other. I’m allowed to stand while carrying things, so I walk over to the table, placing your plate down. Along with a glass of wine. I then retrieve the bowls placing them next to the table on the floor. I then kneel by the table, head bowed, legs spread and hands open on my thighs. My useless cock and balls hang throbbing between my legs. The balls still hurting from their previous beating.

You enter. You look stunning. My cock twitches uselessly in its cage. The dress comes down to about halfway down your thighs. The breasts uncovered, swaying slightly with every step. You pause when you come in surveying the room. I suspect you do this really because you like me looking and see me struggling not to stare.

“You look gorgeous.” I say.

“Thank you.” you reply, walking over to the table.

You stand and wait for me to push the chair out from the table so you can sit down.

“Thank you.” you say, taking your seat and begin eating.

After a couple of minutes, you tell me I can start. I dip my head down and begin to try to eat from the dog bowl. It is a very messy affair. By the time you have finished eating, which is my signal to stop, I have perhaps managed about a quarter of mine, with the same again smeared over my face from chasing the food round the bowl.

As I lean back, I glimpse the shadow between your legs. Even though I don’t get to see anything, to know your naked pussy is there, just out of reach, sends a glorious teasing shiver through me.

You laugh at the state of my face. You get up and walk out the kitchen, telling me to stay, as you would a naughty dog. You return a few seconds later with a leash, which you attach to my collar and walk away giving it a tug, saying,

“Come on messy pup, you need cleaning.”

You lead me out of the kitchen, through the bedroom to the en-suite. I’m expecting you to hose me down in the shower, so I hesitate when you point to the toilet bowl.

You see the hesitation so you pull the leash down and say “Messy pups drink from toilet bowl so that’s where you should put your dirty face.”

I comply, kneeling at the toilet, I lower my head into the bowl. Even this utter humiliation, uncomprehendingly to me, begins my cock twitching in its cage. I feel you grab the hair at the back of my head and lift my head out slightly.

“I saw you hesitate. For that, you get to lick the rim.” you say, “Do it!” you command.

I put my tongue out and close my eyes feeling for the rim with my tongue. All the while my cock is pushing against the cage. My head hates this but my cock loves it. I can’t reconcile these paradoxical thoughts.

Your grip tightens and you push my face to the rim. My tongue touches the cold porcelain. A mix of stale urine and disinfectant. I set about my given task, some of my dinner drips into the toilet bowl. After a minute or two you take my head and while saying;

“Take a deep breath.”

You push my face into the water and flush the toilet. The water gushes around me, washing my face. As the flush subsides you pull my head, forcing kayseri escort it back up so I’m looking at you through toilet water blurry eyes, water dripping off me, no doubt some of my dinner is still trapped in my beard. You are smiling down at me.

“That was fun” you say “but it didn’t quite do the trick. You’ll have to go again.”

You wait for the toilet to finish filling. I see you looking down at my cock, which is as hard as it can be in its confinement.

“Perhaps you should always wash your face like this.” you say.

The toilet has finally finished refilling. Smiling you let go of my hair and say “I want you to flush your own head this time”.

I didn’t think this could get anymore humiliating. I lean forward and place my head in the bowl. With my right hand I reach up and find the flush.

“Press and hold.” I hear you command.

I press and hold the flush. After a second or two I feel your foot on my head pushing my face deeper into the bowl, ensuring nearly all of my head is covered by the rushing water. As the flush finishes you remove your foot and I pull my head up. You are laughing at me. I’m so turned on even with the cage I feel on the verge of cumming. You throw me a towel and tell me to dry myself and then come into the living room.

After drying myself, I crawl into the living room head down, stopping next to you and rock back on my heals. You are sat on the sofa with your legs up. The short dress almost revealing your naked, beautiful pussy to me. You are watching something on TV. It takes me a moment to realise what it is. It seems to be a “do it yourself” guide for administering corporal punishment.

After a few minutes you pause the video, take my leash and lead me across to the small dining room table. Here you nudge me to my feet before bending me, face down, over the table, so the top part of my torso is on the table; my head hanging clear on one side and my, hips, cock, balls and ass hanging clear on the other side. You attach my legs to the legs of the table so my legs are spread wide, my balls feeling even more vulnerable. You then tie my hands to the other legs of the table, so I am bent over, my legs straight and ass sticking out.

Without any warning, you smack my ass hard. You give it another 6 or 7 smacks, alternating cheek to cheek before stopping.

“Damn this hurts my hand.” you say.

You leave the room only to come back in with a range of potential corporal punishment devices – a cat o’ nine tails whip, one of my belts, a riding crop, a cane, a brush and a tawse.

You take a leather strap, tie it around my balls pushing them together and stretching them away from my cock. You then pull the strap up through my ass cheeks, up my back to attach at the collar at the back of my neck. This creates a tension between my neck and the pull of the strap on my balls. If I lean my neck back, lifting up my head, it releases some of the pull on my balls, letting them swing back into the relatively safety of between the legs. But should I let my head fall it pulls the balls back further making them stand proud of the legs; meaning a hit across my legs would also strike my balls.

You give them a friendly squeeze which makes me gasp out loud, before turning to your array of implements. I can just see out the corner of my eye you pick up the cat o’ nine tails, brushing your hand through the tails. You see me looking.

“Eyes front.” you say.

I turn my eyes. I hear you walk across to me, I feel a blindfold cover my eyes. I hear you turn and walk a step or two. And stop. No words spoken. I miss the sound of you returning just feel the smack and immediate stinging across both buttocks, taking my breath away. Before I can recover, a second blow arrives. I rear up against my restraints, and cry out half in surprise, half in pain. This brings the smacking to a stop.

I hear you walk into another room. You return shortly after. I feel material being stuffed in my mouth. I assume they are your dirty panties from the day. A taste of sweat and sex, slightly sour. A ball gag follows so I’m drooling into our panties, washing your taste deeper into my mouth.

You take a step back and land another blow, this glances slightly, catching my balls. I buck and scream into the gag. I feel the swish of air before the next one lands. A moment to brace momentarily, at least put my head back moving my balls out of harms’ way. The pain is bearable this time. Three more rain down in an even rhythm. My ass is burning now. The blows stop.

“Ah, I needed that.” I hear you say.

I feel you grab my balls. I feel what I think is your breath and then your tongue licking my swollen, tender balls. You feign to bite once or twice. I silently beg you not to. The hot, moist sensation disappears just as abruptly as it appeared. The moment of care, of pleasure extinguished in a fleeting moment.

I then feel a flicking sensation on my balls. Light as a feather but with small sharp sting kıbrıs escort which quickly fades. But my balls still remember their earlier beating. I’m genuinely a little frightened. After a few more, I feel your hands on my balls, squeezing them. It feels like you are examining them, seeing how swollen they are, how much more you think I can take. You let them go. My head is down, the strap still attached to my neck, keeping the balls exposed.

“I’m going to cane you now. Just once. But it will hurt.” you whisper in my ear.

I hear a few swishes in the air. I prepare as best I can for the strike, leaning as far back as I can, bringing my balls closer to the table, safely hidden. When it comes, it is more painful than I had imagined. But I am defenseless, my screaming out pointless, as is the pulling against the restraints.

“I told you it was going to hurt. But you wanted me to do that, right? It felt so good. I feel much calmer now. You did want me to do it didn’t you, my love?” you ask.

You lean forward and take the gag out of my mouth. You lean down and, with your teeth, pull the panties out of my mouth.

“Open your mouth.” you say. I obey.

I feel, what I assume is spit dribble into my mouth.

“Now answer me.” you say.

“Thank you, my love. Of course I wanted you to do it. Anything to make you please you, my love.” I reply.

You lean in and kiss me, deeply, passionately but it’s all over too quickly. You pull away saying “It was my pleasure” and ruffle my hair.

You pull my head towards one breast, then the other. Just enough to wet and stiffen your nipples. The key to my cage swinging from your necklace bouncing, mockingly, off my head. Then you pull away and release the strap connecting my neck and balls.

The next thing I feel is cold and wet dripping over my ass. I figure it is lubricant, which is soon confirmed by you pushing a finger into my hole. Quickly another one follows it. You finger fuck me like this for several minutes. I feel like I could cum right there and then. You seem to sense that I’m close to this as just when I start to think I can’t hold it in any more, you switch tactics and I feel a third finger enter. Then instead of thrusting in and out, it feels more like you are trying to push the opening wider. To allow the fourth. When the fourth goes in you hold your fist there. Making small in and out thrusts. Testing if there is any more give.

After a couple of minutes, the fingers are withdrawn. It feels like my hole is still open, gaping. Anyway, it’s quickly filled by a large butt plug. It takes a moment of coaxing but eventually it slips into place.

“That mark looks so hot” you say, your hand outlining the mark left by the cane.

I hear you walk away and sit down on the sofa. I don’t know how long you leave me there. It seems like hours. My limbs start to stiffen from being held in one place for such a length of time. My mind taking in what the body has endured during this evening. The pain making my skin hot. A sheen of sweat. The persistent attempt to gain an erection has returned. Skin bulging between the bars of the cage.

You get up and untie me. And then remove the blindfold. You tell me to stand. You go to your knees in front of me.

“For being so good I’m going to give you a treat.” you say.

You then take the key from between your breasts and unlock the padlock on the cage. You then take the cage off. To my surprise and great pleasure, you take my rapidly stiffening cock in your mouth, sucking up and down. You then take my cock out of your mouth and say,

“Do you want to cum tonight? Shall I let you cum?”

“Yes please, my love:” my voice barely audible.

You pump with one hand then take a few moments to suck before wanking again. Within moments I’m ready.

“Can I cum, please?” I ask.

You stop and release me. “Cum if you’re able then” you say.

My cock jerks uselessly a few times until a pitiful drizzle trickles out. No explosion of bliss only the mild release and immense frustration of the orgasm being ruined. You lean in scooping it up in your mouth. You pull me down to my knees as you get up, switching positions. Then you open my mouth and dribble the few drops of cum into my mouth. I swallow, you smile.

You then suggest we go to bed. You lead me by the collar back to the bedroom and handcuff me to the bed.

“So you’re not tempted to play with that.” you say, pointing at my still very erect cock.

After about 5 minutes you emerge from the bathroom naked. Beautiful. If my erection has subsided any, it leaps back with a vengeance. You uncuff me and then lead me into the bathroom.

“It was so fun earlier, I’m almost tempted to get you to flush your own head again. It was hilarious…” I’m not entirely sure it was directly because of the look of horror on my face but you then add, “You know what, you’re going to and I’m going to video it.” you say.

My heart sinks but my erection stays. There’s no doubting my arousal, even at this degrading suggestion.

“First piss in it” you say.

As if my humiliation wasn’t complete, trying to piss with a very erect cock is almost impossible. And hilarious to watch. I notice the toilet still has your piss in it too. You leave momentarily only to return with your phone and start filming the whole process. I give up pretty quickly.

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This idyll of blissful servitude came to a violent end early one cool morning in January.

That night, I had been fortunate enough to be the slave girl selected by the master to serve his pleasure. As usual, he had put me to a variety of the specialized uses to which a slave such as I must be accustomed, finally cuffing my wrists to my ankles and taking me from behind, making me scream repeatedly in submission and ecstasy. Then he unbound my wrists and ankles, chained me to the foot of his bed by the collar, and climbed into bed to sleep.

I lay awake for a time. The passage of the new year inspired in me another round of reflection on how my life had changed. Every new year prior to this one, I had looked forward to new experiences, accomplishments, and horizons. As a popular, bright, hard-working student at a prestigious university, I had had a world of possibilities open to me. Each new year I had regretted the opportunities not taken in the previous twelve months and resolved to seek them out in the next twelve months. Now, though, I lay chained naked at the foot of my master’s bed, a helpless but willing captive to his sexual depredations. By the standards of my previous life, I was now the lowest of the low – not only a wanton slut who would beg on her back for a man to take her, but worse than that a confessed slave who willingly accepted the loss of her rights and freedoms in exchange for the purity of absolute submission.

And this year, I truly had nothing to look forward to. My life, from this point forward, would be nothing more than a continuation of the daily routine of absolute obedience and sexual exploitation that I had lived for the past several months. My master might tire of me and sell me to a new owner, but that would be little more than a change of decor; in essence, my life would remain one of perfect and constant sexual service to my master and any men or women he might choose to make me available to, completely devoid of any choices or preferences of my own. I must offer up my thighs or my tongue to anyone on a moment’s notice, routinely delivering pleasures that I had once reserved for a small handful of boyfriends, or that I had never intended to provide to any man. I knew all the ways in which a slave girl might be used, and blushed at how many of them had brought me to helpless ecstasy.

I felt a momentary, profound sadness at the life I had left behind. I supposed that as long as I lived I would feel moments like this. But they were fewer than they had once been, and I did not know at that moment if I would have voluntarily given up my slavery for the freedom I had once known.

I awoke with a start. It was still dark out, although there seemed to be a shade of pre-dawn gray light filtering through the light curtains. I thought perhaps my master had summoned me to his bed to enjoy my naked body once again, but he was still sound asleep. Then I heard the sounds of men running through the building, of hammering on doors, of furious commands being shouted in Arabic. I was scared, but I dared not wake my master, who was by habit a deep sleeper – especially after having thoroughly made use of one of his slave girls. I was chained to the foot of his bed, nude. There was little I could do.

He woke up when the door of the room burst open and four men rushed in, wearing assorted, mis-matching military fatigues and carrying what looked like automatic rifles. My master jumped out of the bed and started toward the bathroom door, but they intercepted him before he could get that far. A moment later, I saw them tie my beloved master’s hands together behind his back and begin to march him out of the room. I wondered what kind of men these might be, that they could assault the compound of one of the country’s favored sons and treat him so.

As two of the men led David out of the room, another spied me huddled against the bed, my legs drawn up to my chest in a futile effort to cover my nudity. He smiled, said something to the others, and walked over to me, pulling me to my feet by my arm. The chain on my neck would not let me stand upright, forcing me to bend over in a humiliating posture. I heard laughing from the men. They forced my master to produce the key to my chain and unlocked it from the bed, leaving it on my collar as a leash. Then they tied my hands behind my back and led me out of the room behind my master. I noticed they had draped his robe over his shoulders and belted it in front to protect his modesty. I, however, was marched through the halls completely nude save for my collar and bonds. I walked as gracefully as I could despite being led by a leash, my hips swaying and my breasts thrust forward as I had been taught. I had no idea what these men might do to me, but I desperately wanted to interest them in my body, to make them see me as a sex toy with which they might amuse themselves. The alternatives, it seemed, could be much worse.

We were marched through the breaking dawn light outside and across the compound to the central building, which I knew from the times we had served at my master’s parties or business meetings. There, in the large main dining ardahan escort room, a kind of makeshift command center had been set up. There were twenty or thirty of the irregular soldiers in the room, and others drifted in or out. Against one wall, bound and under guard, were the regular inhabitants of the compound – guards, servants, wives, and children. We were brought to one end of the room, where the apparent leader of the attackers had seated himself at one end of the central dining table. He was thin and bearded, with a rifle slung across his shoulders and a wild look in his eye.

First he spoke briefly with David, and then two guards escorted him over to the wall with the other prisoners. Then it was my turn. I lowered myself to my knees and spread them as widely as possible. He had probably never known a slave girl such as I. I would use every device I knew to win his interest.

“You are American?” he said in heavily accented English.

“Yes? master,” I said. He smiled.

“You American girls – you are all sluts,” he said. “Yes?”

“Yes, master,” I said, not wanting to contradict him. “I am a slut, master.”

“All you want is sex. Always sex,” he said. “You come here and you seduce our men with your slutty bodies.”

I was afraid where this was leading. “Yes, master,” I said.

“Sluts like you are a disgrace and a threat to our nation,” he said bitterly. “We should kill you all.”

My eyes went wild with fear. I did the only thing I knew how to do. I prostrated myself before him, falling onto my side and squirming over to him, where I began to kiss at his feet frantically. “No, master,” I pleaded. “Please don’t kill me. Let me serve you instead. Let me serve you and your men with my body. You can use me any way you want. I know I’m a worthless slut, but think of the pleasure you could have with me.”

He looked down at me. “You disgust me, flaunting your body, begging to be raped. You Americans are weak. I despise you.”

But he did not stop me from licking and kissing his feet and ankles. I looked up at him from where I lay, naked and bound, at his feet. “Yes, I am weak, and you are right to despise me. But why kill me, even if you hate me? Would it not be a sweeter victory to take advantage of my weakness, to enslave me and make me your own, or to give me to your men as one of the spoils of your conquest? If it is Americans you hate, what would be better than taking their girls and using us for your amusement, kicking our legs apart and raping us, or forcing us to serve you in ways you would never demand from your own women? And no matter how you abuse me, I will remain your devoted slave, always ready to please you or anyone you choose. Why throw away such a chance to demonstrate your superiority over us, to put us in chains and make us beg for your touch?”

I could feel him softening, and I was sure it had more to do with the sight of a pretty, naked girl, bound at his feet, desperately attempting to please him, than with any arguments I might make. He said something to an associate, who laughed and pointed at me.

“Think about all the ways you can use me,” I said. “Think of all the ways you can humiliate me, or bind me, or take pleasure from my body. Imagine putting me on all fours and taking me from behind, or kneeling me at your feet to please you with my mouth, or bending me over a table and raping me. Think of all the things you can do with a naked, helpless slave. I offer you all those things and more, in exchange for my life. And when you tire of me, you can always kill me then, or sell me to someone else in exchange for something you do value.”

He turned to his associate and said something, apparently a joke. Then he turned back to me and said, “OK, we’ll give you an audition. If he’s satisfied,” he said, pointing to the man by his side, “you can live.”

“Thank you, thank you, master,” I said. I turned my body slightly and began kissing the feet of the man I must now please. “How may I serve you, master,” I asked. “May I please you with my mouth?” I begged, licking and parting my lips as I knelt back on my heels, lifting my breasts to bring them to his attention. “Or do you want me on my back, or on my belly?”

In response, he unbuttoned his pants and smiled. “Thank you, master,” I said, and knelt up off my heels to begin my work. With my hands bound behind me I was somewhat limited in my techniques, but I expected I could do enough with my lips and tongue to bring this man pleasure he had never known from his girlfriends, wives, or prostitutes. After all, I was a trained pleasure slave. I moaned in apparent pleasure as I bobbed my head up and down, closing my eyes to focus the physical sensations of intimate service. Never before had I pleasured a man in such fear for my life. Nothing existed in the world for me but his manhood, which I worshipped passionately with all the offerings of a slave girl. I felt him stiffen and prepared for his climax. But then he pulled my head off of him, pulled me to my feet, and threw my upper body over the dining table. I felt my body crushed adıyaman escort against the table as he entered me, powerfully and triumphantly, the force of his body impressing on me my inferiority, my identity as a mere instrument for the fulfillment of his pleasure. He held my hips tightly as he spent himself in me, as I gasped and moaned more in relief than in anything else. When he withdrew from me, I turned and sank to my knees before him, taking him once again lovingly into my mouth. I raised my eyes to him, hoping to see in them a clue to my fate.

He stroked my hair approvingly as I continued to clean him, lovingly coaxing every drop from him. When I was finished I leaned my head against his thigh and asked, “Did I please master?” The man looked at the commander and said a few words.

“You have been found acceptable for use by my men,” he said.

“Thank you, master!” I said, covering his feet with kisses once again. “Thank you. I will be a perfect, obedient slave to them, master.”

“My men have worked hard and have had little in the way of comforts,” he continued. “It will be fitting that they take pleasure from the body of our defeated enemy. As long as you are pleasing, you will be allowed to live. If you fail in the slightest, you will be killed, or worse.”

“Thank you, master,” I repeated. “I will be a marvel to you and your men.”

Two guards lifted me by the arms and conducted me to an adjacent room, then being used as a kind of refreshment room, where food and drinks ransacked from the grounds were available and a TV was playing. The eyes of the soldiers already in the room fixed themselves on my naked body when I was brought in. I knew I would have to satisfy all of them, and many more, but I was deeply grateful for the chance. I was a slave girl, and pleasing men was the sole object of my existence. The punishment the commander had intended to mete out to me was nothing more than my rightful station in life, open and available for the uses of men.

After some discussion about how best to make use of their unexpected prize, I was tied on my back over a small table, my ankles roped to the two legs on one side and my wrists to the legs on the other side. My legs were wide open for assault from the front, and in addition, my head hung back over the far edge of the table. I was sure I was not a particularly attractive sight, but I knew I was an inviting target for the men’s lusts. Quickly one of the men positioned himself in front of me and began to take advantage of my vulnerable position. Bound as I was, I could do little to participate in my rape, but I could still use my inner muscles to massage him. I closed my eyes and moaned in an expert simulation of a slave girl’s rapture, hoping by that means to further excite my attacker. But although I began solely as a stratagem to please my master of the moment, I soon felt myself becoming truly heated, and was ashamed to feel my body responding to its brutal, casual usage. As a slave, I knew myself subject to this kind of unilateral, disciplinary use, simply bound for the masters’ convenience and used as a passive vessel for their pleasure. And I knew that this was a perfectly appropriate use of me, a natural expression of my submission and their dominance. So by the time my rapist clutched me to him and climaxed within me, my cries were more real than fake, and I was disappointed to feel him leave me.

However, I was not long to be left unattended. A moment later, another man had taken his place. My head hanging over the table as it was, I could not see him as he made use of me, but could only lose myself in the physical sensations of my ravishment. And then I was interrupted by another man who had positioned himself in front of my face, where my mouth hung open invitingly. He quickly began to make use of my mouth and throat as I licked at him greedily. In this position, it was less a matter of me pleasing him with my mouth than of him simply having his way with me, taking advantage of the curve of my throat to plunge deeply within me, but I did what I could with lips and tongue to increase his pleasure. The intense humiliation of being bound helplessly and used simultaneously by two unknown assailants pushed me to the brink of climax, and my body began to shake in helpless orgasm. I heard the men laugh. I was sure I was confirming all of their prejudices about American women – that we were wanton sluts who wanted nothing more than to be tied up and raped. But while I knew it was not true of most of my sisters back home, I knew equally well that it was true of me.

Those two men were replaced by others, and others still as the morning wore on. I was joined in that room by David’s three other slave girls, who were tied in a variety of positions where they might be freely available to the men, and I could soon hear their gasps and moans mingled with my own. One or two were crying as they were forcibly entered and made use of, but even they could not help their bodies from responding to the men.

We remained in place for the majority of the day as the rebel karabük escort commander let all of his men enjoy the prize of the day’s successful assault, but eventually the stream of soldiers trickled down, presumably as they returned to the duties of war. I learned then and over the next days that these men were part of a large rebel force that was seeking to overthrow the now-corrupt aristocracy of oil barons who essentially owned the small principality. They were not Islamic fundamentalists, as I am sure they were portrayed by the Western media, but were closer to secular nationalists, upset more at American support for the oiled class than at any attacks on religious values or traditions – although they were more than ready to accept the support of religious zealots as well. At the moment, they had engaged in a series of surprise attacks on government and aristocracy strongholds, and were waiting uneasily as the larger surrounding nations – and the United States, with its nearby bases in Saudi Arabia – decided how to respond.

That night, I was reassured to find myself summoned to the bed of the local commander, upstairs in the master bedroom on the second floor. I was allowed to drink some water, eat some food, and take a shower to make myself more presentable for my new master, as I now saw him. I never found out what happened to David, or to the other prisoners I had last seen lined up against the wall of the main dining room.

I entered the commander’s room completely naked, wearing only my collar, a chain leash, and the thin ropes that held my wrists together behind my back. He first looped my leash through the bedframe and locked it in place, but I was surprised when, instead of simply kicking my legs apart and tasting the fruits of my submission, he untied my wrists and invited me to join him on the bed. I think, for all his skill and experience in leading men, he was unsure about how to use a slave girl. I undressed him slowly, licking and kissing at his body, finally taking him into my mouth and lavishing my talents on him slowly and lingeringly. He reared up, holding my head in place with his hands, and I gazed up at his face as I swallowed, continuing to caress him with my tongue, hoping to see some trace of contentment or pleasure in his eyes. I think he was pleased with his girl.

He made me sleep, bound once again, on the floor by his bed, and in the early morning he jerked on my leash to command me back onto its surface. This time, after letting me lick and kiss at him, he rolled me over onto my back, thrust my legs apart, and plunged into me violently, abusing me as the American slut he so hated, but also forcing me to cry out in joy, a vanquished slave girl responding helplessly to her master.

I spent the next two weeks in that one building, most of it in another second-floor bedroom where the soldiers could make use of me when not engaged in their more bellicose pursuits. I would be chained by my leash to the bedframe to prevent escape, but otherwise was left free, unless one of my rapists chose to tie me up in some fashion using the handcuffs and ropes available. Some of the men seemed experts in the arts of abusing a helpless, naked girl, tying me in positions that both caused me pain and opened me up creatively for their exploitation, or cruelly arousing me with their caresses or with physical implements and then refusing to let me achieve satisfaction. But for the most part, they were relatively unimaginative, the vast majority preferring either to have me serve them with my mouth, kneeling before them, or to push me over onto my belly and breasts and take me from behind like a dog. Whatever their tastes, of course, I knew to serve them with absolute obedience and with all the intimate techniques that I had learned. I knew that I was still under threat of death, should I fail to be pleasing.

For the first few days I could still hear the moans or cries of the other slave girls, similarly employed in other rooms on the second floor, but soon they were transferred to other groups of troops for their comfort and amusement, either as gifts from one commander to another or, perhaps, in exchange for guns and ammunition. At the beginning, too, there was a constant stream of men demanding my body, which I of course gave to them freely, but that began to tail off during the first week; as the commander told me later, he feared that my constant availability was making his men soft, and from that point he would only grant rights to my body as a reward for specific accomplishments.

Most nights I spent in his room, chained on the floor by his bed after having served him, but there were also nights when he allowed me to remain in the bed after he had made use of me. Then I would kiss and caress him gently as he fell asleep, and he would awake to find my lips and tongue warm and wet on his body, attempting to show a slave’s gratitude for the kindness he showed me. Although each night he seemed to try out some new way of dominating and abusing me, using his new sex toy to experiment in the many pleasures that can be extracted from a naked, willing girl, there was also something innocent in him, in the almost naive joy he took each time he thrust my knees apart and entered me, once again establishing his dominion over my body. For my part, I did everything in my humble powers to bring him the pleasures a man may enjoy from a woman, not only because I feared him as the master of my fate, but even a little because of that innocence.

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Her phone goes off letting her know that she has a text, She opens it and sees that it’s from Him, her Master.

“I’m coming to see you tonight.” is all it reads.

She glances at the clock. 8pm. She thinks Ok I’ve got some time. She grabs a towel and runs to the bathroom. Just as she gets to the bathroom door her phone goes off again. She runs back into her bedroom. This time there are three messages.

“I will be there at 11pm sharp. Take a shower, shave. When you are done with your shower do your hair and make up. I want you to look your best.” “You will wear the pink & black nightie WITH the stockings and the heels. Laid out on the bed you will have the following items.” “Collar, paddle, clamps, blindfold, the new vibrator, and a sharpie. Leave your door unlocked and at 10:55 you will be on your knees on your kneeling pillow as close to the floor as you can at the foot of the bed. Waiting. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master” is all she types.

Knowing that He is not going to text her again now that she’s answered she races back into the bathroom. She washes using His favorite soap and shaves every spec of hair from her body. When she finishes her shower she slips into her silk robe to do her hair. She blow drys it thoroughly and does it the way He likes it and does he make up. She takes special care on her eyes. She goes back into her bedroom and strips her bed putting fresh sheets on and leaving the comforter in the closet. She pulls out the pink & black nightie and the matching g-string and stockings. She goes into the closet and gets the black stilettos. She lays them all out on the bed. She goes back into the closet and goes into her toy box and gets the paddle, clamps, vibrator and blindfold and lays them all out neatly on the bed. She goes to her jewelery box and gets her collar. She then goes to her desk and gets a sharpie. She places them with the other things. Although she is very confused as to why he wants a sharpie. She shrugs her shoulders.

She looks at the clock. 10 pm. She goes out into her living room and grabs her kneeling pillow. Then goes back into her bedroom and gets dressed.

10:30

She looks in the mirror to make sure that everything is ok and everything is how He told her to have it. She rereads His text to make sure that she didn’t miss anything.

10:55

She takes her place at the foot of the bed. On her knees with her chest touching the floor and her arms stretched out above her head.

And waits.

She knows it is 11 pm when she hears he front door open and close. She hears the door lock. She starts to get excited. She hears Him walking up the stairs and down the hall. She can feel the wetness between her legs.

He stops at the bedroom door. She doesn’t even breathe until He says ” Good girl”

She can sense him standing over her but doesn’t move for fear of being punished. She feels him trace the g-string with his finger down the crack of her ass to her pussy. She knows He can feel the wetness.

“Very Nice” He says. ” You may sit up”

She very slowly sits up letting her hair fall where it may, but never taking her eyes off the floor.

“Hold your hair up.” Without a word she holds her hair up as she feels herself getting wetter. Her eyes close as she feels her collar being fastened around her neck. He then places the blindfold over her eyes and everything goes black.

“Back down.” He says.

She goes back into her kneeling position. She hears him move and then feels him standing over her, straddling her body, holding her in place with his legs. She feels Him trace the g-string again. She shudders.

“Hmmm you like that.” He does it again. She feels herself getting wetter and wetter. “Pet likes the feelings of her Master’s hands.”

“Yes Sir” she says.

He traces the g-string again, stopping when he gets to her pussy. “Good girl. You are very wet.”

She smiles to herself. He lightly smacks her on the ass.

“I have brought you a few new things.” he says. She hears him rustling around in a bag on the bed. He walks back over to her and gently moves her hair out of the way. She feels Him move her collar a little and then hears a click as something is fastened to it. He lets her hair fall back and she feels the coolness of the metal as a chain is draped across her back. He stands back over her and goes back to tracing the g-string. kırklareli escort She shudders again.

“Hmmm. I am tired of these” He says as he pulls the g-string tight up the crack of her ass. She moans quietly. He pulls them off and with no warning thrusts two fingers into her wet pussy. Her hips buck gently against His hand. “Good girl. Fuck my fingers.” Her hips keep moving against His hand. “Cum for me, pet.” Her hips move more freely now fucking herself with his fingers.

“Oh God” she whispers as she cums.

“Good girl” He removes his fingers, trailing her cum up the crack of her ass. She shudders again, knowing what is coming. She relaxes all of her muscles as she feels him push a finger into her ass. She releases a deep breath and moans loudly. Slowly he starts fingering her ass and she starts to buck her hips to meet his fingers. “That’s a girl.” He says. She feels her face and chest get hot and she gets goosebumps all over her body. ” You like that don’t you” He says.

“Yes Sir”

“Who am I?”

“My Master” she answers.

“What are you?”

“Your whore.” she whispers.

“What was that? Say it louder.”

“Your whore” she says a little louder.

“Say it again.”

“I am your whore.” she says, hips bucking to meet his fingers that are fingering her ass as she cums.

“Good girl.” He removes his fingers and slaps her hard on the ass. She groans loudly. “Don’t move” He says.

She hears Him walk out of the bedroom and down the stairs. She waits, not moving an inch, not being able to see because of the blindfold. She hears him come back a few minutes later. He walks past her to the bed. He rustles around in the bag again and then comes to stand behind her. She bucks forward as the paddle strikes her hard on the ass.

“Get back into position.” He says. She moves back into position without a sound. The paddle comes down again. She involuntarily bucks forward.

“Ugh”

“Back” He says.

She moves back. Thwack, thwack, thwack. She moans. “Good girl.” Her ass starts to sting. Thwack, thwack, thwack. She groans loudly. “That makes you very wet doesn’t it”

“Yes Sir”

Thwack, thwack, thwack. Three more times. He runs his fingers over her pussy. “Very wet indeed. I do think that you are going to run down your legs tonight.” Thwack, thwack, thwack. She groans again. She listens as he tosses the paddle onto the bed. Her ass is burning and she is sure that it is very red. Then she hears the tinkling of ice in a bowl and almost jumps when he takes an ice cube and starts rubbing it all over her ass. Soon the burning is cooled.

He comes to stand in front before her and she feels the metal chain being lifted off her back. He gently tugs on it. “Stand up.” She stands. He leads her by the leash to the bed. He turns her around. “Lay on your back” She lays on the bed on her back.

“Who am I?

“My Master”

“What are you?”

“I am your whore.” she shudders.

“Do you like being my whore?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Are you anyone else’s whore?”

“No Sir”

“Are you mine to whore out and share if I wish?”

“Yes Sir” She smells the sharpie as he takes the cap off.

“What are you again?”

“I am your whore” She feels his hand rest on her pussy, with the heel of his palm on her clit.

“What is it again that you are?”

“I am your whore.”

“Spell it for me.”

“W” she feels his write a W.

“H” she feels the H.

“O” the O is added.

“R” as is the R.

“E” He very deliberately takes His time while writing each line of the E.

“And that spells…?”

“Whore” she whispers.

“Louder”

“Whore” she says a little louder.

“Louder”

“Whore” she says in almost a normal voice.

“That’s right. And who’s whore are you?”

“Yours.” She hears Him walk over to her desk and picks something up and then comes back. She then hears the flash to her camera go off.

“Get back into position.”

She carefully gets off the bed and feels her way back to her pillow and kneels. He comes to stand behind her again. He runs His fingers back over her pussy. “Good girl. My cunt is still very wet.” He thrusts two fingers inside her roughly. She moans loudly. He fingers her roughly. “You like being used.”

“Yes afyon escort Sir.”

“Are you better than any toy in this room?”

“No Sir.” She feels her pussy getting wetter and wetter. “Oh God” she moans. He fingers her more roughly. Her hips move to meet his fingers.

“Cum for me whore” She cums so hard her whole body shudders. “Good girl. Don’t move.” He says as he removes his fingers, once again trailing her cum up the crack of her ass. “I have one more gift for you.”

She hears the bag again. Then she feels his fingers slowly enter her ass again. She moans and relaxes her body.

“But first we are going to clamp that cunt closed.” He says as he withdraws his fingers. She whimpers. “Stay in position but spread those legs wide and thrust your ass in the air so I have access to my cunt.” She moves into the position He requested. “Good girl.” She feels Him pull he pussy lips closed and down and moans loudly when he places the clamp. She starts to breathe heavy. He places two more clamps. “You like that pain on your cunt, don’t you.”

“Yes Sir” she breathes. He doesn’t ask her to repeat it because he knows she isn’t able to say it louder. She feels him fingering her ass again. She does what she can to relax her body.

“Good girl.” He removes his fingers and gently, but firmly fills her ass with a plug and secures it in place with leg straps. He tugs on the leash gently. “Crawl on your knees, but follow me.” She crawls after him. “Stop” She hears him sit in her desk chair. “Please your Master. Show Him how much you love him and love what he has done to your body, MY body. Show Him what every good whore knows how to do.” She takes Him into her mouth and down her throat.

Her head moves as she worships Him. He grabs her by the hair and holds her head still as he fucks her mouth. She feels herself getting soaking wet. She moans with Him in her mouth.

“Are whores meant to be used and abused?” She moans. Then out of no where she feels the plug start to vibrate. She whimpers with Him still in her mouth.

“Awww is that not fair.?” She whimpers and moans.

“You can feel that cum all trapped inside you, can’t you?” She whimpers again

The vibrating gets faster. “Does that feel good?” She moans in response. “Is someone going to gush when I remove those clamps?” She shudders. He keeps thrusting His hips, fucking her mouth.

She feels the orgasm building. The vibration of the plug, the clamps on her pussy, and Master using her. I’m in heaven. She thinks.

“Cum for me slut” and that was her undoing. She cums so hard that she has to consciously keep from clenching her teeth. “That’s my girl.” He pats her on the head. “Stop.” She removes Him from her mouth. He stops the vibration and removes the plug which makes her cum all over again.

“Ugh” she groans.

He tugs on the chain and leads hr back to the foot of the bed. “Stand” She stands up in front of him, or what she thinks is in front of him. He reaches between her legs and lightly taps the clamps. Her knees wobble. “Oh no, does that make you weak in the knees?” He whispers in her ear.. She shudders. He lightly flicks the clamps back and forth. Her knees wobble again. He takes he breast in His other hand and while still flicking the clamps. She breathes heavier. He takes her nipple in his fingers and twists.

“Oh!” she inhales sharply.

“Does my whore like that?”

“Yes Sir” she breathes.

He stops flicking the clamps and takes her other nipple into His hand and twists both at the same time. She moans loudly. “Lets see how long it takes you to cum, shall we slut?” He whispers in her ear. She whimpers. With his knee he lightly puts pressure on the clamps

“Oh God! Oh God!” Her legs wobble violently as she cums.

He chuckles. “Well that didn’t take too long.” He reaches down between her legs again and lightly pulls on the clamps. Her head falls back. “Are you going to run down you legs when I take these off?”

“Yes” She whispers. “Aww,” He says as he cups her pussy in his hand, clamps and all, and moves the clamps back and forth. “Can you feel that cum just waiting to be let out. Are these clamps holding it all inside you? You can feel it can’t you? Begging to run?”

“Yes” she says.

He takes the first clamp off. She whimpers. “Feel that amasya escort blood rush back into your cunt.” He removes the second clamp. She moans. He reaches back down between her legs and flicks the last clamp back and forth. “This is it.” He whispers “Once I take this one off you are going to flood down your legs.” He reaches up and takes a nipple in between his fingers again, still flicking the clamp. He increases the pressure on her nipple , little by little, faster and faster he flicks the clamp. He twists her nipple and removes the last clamp as she cums. She moans loudly as she runs down her legs.

“Oh My God” she breathes.

He says as he thrusts two fingers in her pussy.

“Keep cumming” He says as he roughly thrusts his fingers. She cums again and again over His fingers. He removes his fingers and places them in her mouth. “Clean them thoroughly, my little whore.” She takes them in he mouths and cleans her cum off of His fingers. “Good girl.” He then takes his hand and places it back between her legs to feel her cum on her thighs. “Very nice.”

He leads her to the bed by her leash. “Lie back and spread your legs wide.” She lies back on the bed with her knees bent and spread so her pussy is open to him. He takes the paddle and lightly rubs it over her throbbing pussy. The coolness of the leather feels good to her.

He gently start tapping the paddle against her. SMACK! The paddle comes down hard.

“Oh!” He legs close involuntarily.

“Open your legs.”

She opens her legs again. Tap, tap, tap, tap, SMACK!

She jumps and her legs close again.

“Do Not Make Me Tie Your Legs Open” He says.

She opens her legs again, He slides the paddle over her pussy again. She takes a deep breath and relaxes her legs so they are wide open.

Tap, tap, tap, tap. Each tap getting a little harder.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, SMACK!

She jumps, but her legs remain open and she cums, running down the crack of her ass and getting the bed wet.

“Good girl.” She hears the paddle as it hits the seat of her desk chair. He presses His body against hers and whispers” I want to taste you.” She shivers. He slides down and positions himself between her legs, stopping to kiss where he has written WHORE in sharpie on her pussy. He traces the letters with his tongue. “My whore” He says.

He moves down. He takes two fingers and opens her pussy lips and finds her clit. He flicks it with his tongue. She shivers. He takes her clit between two fingers, like her nipples and pinches. “Oh!” He pinches harder. He moans He pulls outward while pinching her clit. ” Oh God! Oh God!”

He increases the pressure of his fingers. “You like it when I abuse your cunt, don’t you, My little whore?”

“Oh , Yes Sir” she breathes.

He releases her clit, flicks it with His tongue. She feels him pushing the vibrator inside her while he pinches her clit again. She moans. He lifts his head and says ” You are going to cum in my mouth ans as a reward I will fuck you.” She moans loudly. He turns the vibrator on and sucks on her clit. She bucks her hips, whimpering. He puts his finger in her ass and flicks her clit with His tongue.

“Oh God!” she groans.

He moves his finger in her ass. She feels it building. She grabs the bedsheets, her back arches.

“Oh My God!” she screams.

He removes his finger and pulls out the vibrator and he licks her as she cums. He sticks his tongue inside her as she cums again filling his mouth with her cum.

“Ugh!” Her legs collapse onto the bed as he feasts on her. He stops and stands up

“That’s a good girl. Now come and kneel and the end of the bed so you can have your reward. “

She quickly kneels at the end of the bed with her ass up so he can enter her. He grabs her by the hips and slams himself into her. “Oh!” She screams into the bed. Faster and faster, harder and harder. He slams into her. “Oh Yes!” she screams. He holds her hips in a steel grip and she can’t move as He slams her, over and over. Then He hold her hips to him as he cums.

He pats her ass gently and says,”Go clean yourself up”

“Yes Sir.”

She jumps of the bed and goes to the bathroom to clean herself up. When she comes back all evidence of their playtime is gone and her comforter is on her bed. He walks up to her and kisses her deeply.

“And you say…?”

“Thank you Master.”

“You are welcome, pet. You may sleep with your Master tonight, at the end of the bed.” “Thank you Master.” She beams. She gets her pillow and blanket from her drawer and curls up at the foot of the bed. “Goodnight Master. I love you.”

“Goodnight, pet. I love you too”

She falls asleep grinning from ear to ear.

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I expected it to be another crazy Friday. Most people love Fridays, I hate them. Clients are always rampaging, the kids always want a friend to spend the night, and my husband has to work. After the week I had had, I just wanted to curl at my master’s feet and please him. I didn’t want to be the responsible employee, wife, and mother. Then I opened the email.

“Princess, the children are at my mother’s for the weekend. After work, go straight to the airport. I will bring anything you might need and meet you there. Master.”

Things started looking up and the anticipation made the day fly by. I don’t know if it was the excitement or not, but even my clients were pleasant. Before I knew it the day was over and I was headed to the airport. On the drive, I started thinking about what my delightful master had in store. By the time I arrived, the moisture between my legs had soaked even the tops of my stockings. I trusted Him and knew I would enjoy anything he had in store.

When I saw Him waiting at the front door, my heart started racing. He had always been my husband but had just recently become my master and the thrill never ceased to amaze me. Every time I saw Him, my heart raced, my pussy drooled, and my breasts ached for His touch. I was the luckiest woman in the world I thought as He smiled at me.

“Are you ready Princess? ”

“Yes, Master. May I ask a question?”

“You may ask, but I may not answer.”

“Where are we going?”

“I’ll answer when we are in the air. Trust me.”

We then checked in and proceeded to do the airport thing until finally we were in our seats and taking off. Once the plane leveled off, He turned to me and told me the plan, or as much of the plan as He wanted me to know. We were going to San Francisco for the weekend. He had arranged with my boss to give me Monday off and He had a room for three nights. I belonged to Him for the weekend and there would be no interruptions. The thought made me warm inside and I slept for the rest of the flight.

Once escort kurtköy we checked into the hotel and were in our room, Master ordered me to strip. I was to stay naked unless we went out. Then He put on my collar. I have mixed feelings about that collar. I love the submissive feeling of Him placing it on my neck, but it is 3 inches wide and makes me unable to bow my head. He wants me to be proud of my place and I must wear it until He decides I don’t need it any more.

We relaxed for the evening and made love until the early morning. I thought we would sleep in the next morning and spend a lazy day in the room. I was in for a surprise. Master woke me up at 7 with a cup of coffee and said I was wasting the day. He told me to forget the normal morning shower and just get dressed. My outfit was in the bathroom.

I walked in and saw jeans, no underwear, my cupless bra, t-shirt and sweatshirt. On top of the pile was a pair of small nipple clamps. Now the bra made sense. I placed the clamps on my nipples and felt the familiar pain that turned into ecstasy. I hoped we would come back to the room soon. If we were gone too long, I would melt into a pile of mush from wanting Him.

We were tourists for a few hours and made it back to the room by noon. Master then informed me that we were going out that night and we needed a nap. No sex, just sleep. After we woke, I was sent into the shower. When I came back into the room, a costume was lying on the bed and Master was already dressed. He wore purple and black with a black velvet robe and a mask that hid most of His face. I looked back at my costume. It was matching colors. It was a corset, under the bust, with a detachable skirt, matching cloak and a mask for me. Apparently my breasts would be bare. I started to get scared about where on earth we could be going.

After covering me up with my cloak, He ushered me out the door. I was so busy trying to figure out what He had escort beykoz planned, I didn’t realize that my collar was still on and we had arrived at our destination. I was still very nervous about publicly displaying our relationship. He must have felt my nervousness because He hooked my chin with His finger and pulled my head up to look in His eyes.

“Princess, I know you are scared, but you have to trust me. We are going to a Dungeon Party. Do not embarrass me.’

I nodded with my stomach in my throat and followed Master into the building. I had seen dungeons in the videos we had watched but seeing one in reality was very different. Fear mixed with arousal was running through my blood. Was He going to take me in front of all these people? I was so scared, I couldn’t speak. We walked through several rooms full of people in various states of dress and undress. My mind was so blurred by what Master might make me do, I didn’t see anything until He stopped and ordered me to look in the room.

There was a woman blindfolded in the center of the room. Her hands were cuffed and tethered to a hook in the ceiling. Her body was taught as her Master tested her bonds. He attached clothespins to her areolas around the nipples. To those, he attached clamps and let the chain swing. Then he stepped back and chose one of the whips hanging on the wall.

First he wrapped her body in the whip and let it caress her like a lover. I watched her shiver and thought, I know that feeling. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her as she reacted to each lash of the whip. She was enjoying the feeling of each sting. When he caressed her with his hands she shuddered with her orgasms.

Then he untethered her hands and led her to a cushion on the floor. She was ordered to spread her legs and had her hands cuffed behind her back. She smiled as if she knew what was next. I did. He was going to allow her to suck his dick. I was so envious; I could almost feel the smooth escort üsküdar head in my own mouth.

‘”You’re next, Princess” Master whispered in my ear.

My heart skipped a beat and I wanted to argue with Him. My brain screamed No, but my body screamed Yes. Instead of saying anything, I just continued watching the couple. She was now bent over a padded bench and her Master was sliding a dildo into her pussy. She must have been very wet because it slid in with no effort. Once it was in, he started smacking her ass and legs with a crop. I knew from experience her screams were of pleasure. Then her Master told her “Now”. She started squirting. The dildo fell out and each slap of the crop brought a spray of moisture. He threw down the crop and replaced the dildo with his cock. He pumped furiously until they both came with loud groans. He uncuffed her and she turned around and licked him clean.

Master turned to me and attached my own nipple clamps to my already sore nipples and reminded me that I was next. I expected to be led to the middle of the room, but was instead led, by the nipple clamps, to a room with large overstuffed chairs. Master sat in one of the chairs and pulled me to my knees in front of Him. He placed the chain under his feet so that the only way I could stand up was if I pulled the clamps off my nipples by straightening my back. He opened his pants and pulled out his cock. I love that piece of his body and eagerly took him into my mouth.

Watching that couple had turned me on so much, I didn’t care that people watched me. I was proud to be able to suck Him off. I wanted to show off my ability to please my Master. I must have done a good job, because within minutes, I was rewarded with His come sliding down my throat. He pulled me into His lap and slowly took off the nipple clamps. As the blood surged, I heard someone crying. I looked up to see the couple from earlier in the chair next to us. She was cradled in his lap with a throw across them both. She was shaking and tears were running down her face. His hands were caressing her hair and he kept kissing her tenderly. When she finally looked up, the love in their eyes made me cry. Then Master told me to look at him.

When I saw the same look in His eyes that the other Master had, I knew everything would be ok. I was looking forward to the next dungeon party.

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Author’s note: this story is more D/s than BDSM.

*****

Molly was feeling apprehensive.

Her former editor, Charlie, had retired early so he could live his dream of sailing around the world. Her relationship with him over the years had been wonderful. He praised her erotic short stories, telling her how great they were. Telling her how little he needed to do to them, since they were so polished. Okay, maybe some of that praise from him was generated by his desire to get into her pants. He’d even asked her if she wanted to sail with him on his retirement venture. She liked him – a lot – but not quite that much.

So now she had a new editor, Gwendolyn, a.k.a. Gwen. Molly’d submitted her latest story collection in the usual manner. In the past, Charlie would make his minor corrections to it, and send it back to her for her final write up. Visits to the office were confined to discussions of Molly’s upcoming projects. But this time, Molly received a call from Gwen directly, rather than getting her manuscript back.

“Molly? This is Gwen,” she’d said. “We need to talk. Can you be in my office by 3 pm today?” The way she’d said it sounded more like a command than a request. And, in Molly’s experience, any time a person said the words ‘we need to talk’ it was bad news. Therefore Molly was apprehensive as she rode the elevator up to the floor where Gwen’s office was located.

It was Charlie’s old office, so Molly knew right where to go. And she was well known enough to the staff that no one stopped her from walking back – mostly, they said ‘hello’ and ‘hello Molly’ as she passed. The door to Charlie’s office was closed when Molly reached it, and that was unusual, in and of itself. It was just 3 pm, so Molly tapped on the door.

“Come in,” Gwen called out.

As Molly entered, Gwen said, “Ah, Molly. Right on time. Close the door. Have a seat.” All this was spoken in a flat monotone, with no lilt of greeting. Gwen didn’t rise, didn’t smile, and didn’t offer her hand.

Molly looked at the stern-faced woman behind the desk, with her closely-cropped black hair, her dark irises, her lack of makeup other than a smear of lipstick. Her first impression was that Gwen was what might loosely be called a ‘butch’ in her general orientation, and maybe also a ‘bitch’ in personality, judging from her lack of warmth. The meeting was off to a very bad start.

It got worse when Gwen opened a desk drawer, pulled out Molly’s manuscript, and tossed it onto the center of her desk. “This,” Gwen pronounced, “is tripe, Molly. I’ve read all your collections, and each one seems as trite as the last. Your work seems to lack a true feeling for the subject matter.”

Molly’s jaw dropped. Charlie had never spoken to her like this.

“Your writing seems to be mechanical and hackneyed, rather than visceral,” Gwen continued. “It’s almost like you don’t have any ‘skin in the game’ as they say. You write about sex and bondage as if you’ve never experienced them.”

Molly’s heart sank, hearing those words. The problem was that Gwen was deadly accurate in her assumptions. Molly had been writing about things she imagined. Charlie had never called her on this – was he just being kind? Had he been jollying her along, hoping to get her into bed sometime? Were people laughing behind her back? The thing is, Molly enjoyed writing. And she enjoyed writing in this genre, because it gave her a vicarious thrill, imagining the situations she described. She was crestfallen to think that this path of emotional release was being closed. And if Gwen thought her writing was this bad, would she be able to find another publishing house that would take her?

Gwen interrupted her train of thought, asking, “When was the last time you got laid, Molly?”

Her mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air, Molly was shocked by such a direct, personal question.

“How many hand jobs have you given? Blow jobs? How often do you have anal sex? When was the last time you had your pussy eaten? Do you yourself like going down on women?” Gwen kept hammering her with questions.

“As far as bondage goes, how many times have you ever been tied up during sex? Have you ever felt the bite of nipple clamps? How about spanking, flogging, caning, whipping – any experience with those?” Gwen was relentless in her inquiries.

Molly sagged in her chair, then slumped. She was having a difficult time holding back her tears. It had been years since she’d even had vanilla sex, missionary position, with an ex-boyfriend. She’d never had the opportunity to experiment sexually with another woman. She fantasized about bondage scenarios, and liked fantasizing about them, which is why such elements kept creeping into her stories. But she had no real experience with such things. Gwen was baldly exposing her inadequacies. Despair overwhelmed her, and she started weeping.

Gwen revealed her first scintilla of concern when she saw Molly’s tears. She arose from her chair, and came around her desk to escort acıbadem kneel next to Molly, asking, “What’s wrong?”

Molly sucked in a breath of air and blubbered, “But I like writing these sorts of stories. Now I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

Gwen stroked Molly’s hair in a manner designed to soothe. “Honey, I wasn’t saying that you had to stop writing. I’m just trying to get to the heart of the problem. I can tell that you’re a good writer, and by good, I mean you have a good grammatical style, and attention to details, and you attempt to invoke many of the readers senses. This publishing house has a strong bent towards erotica, whether the stories deal with bondage or not. We feel the stories work out best when they’re based upon at least an iota of experience. That’s why I was questioning your experiences.”

“I don’t seem to have much experience,” Molly confessed. “All those questions you asked me. I just heard myself mentally answering ‘none’ to almost all of them. But what can I do about it?”

“We don’t want to lose you as a writer, Molly. Far from it. Most of the manuscripts that I have to read look like they were written by people that never finished the fourth grade. Yours are an editorial pleasure to read, by comparison. But we have to help you develop your intimate knowledge of the subject matter,” Gwen explained.

Molly’s tears had stopped flowing, and she wiped her eyes and blew her nose with tissues that she pulled from her purse. “You think you can help me? How? In what way? I don’t want to read other people’s stories. I’m afraid certain phrases will stick in my mind, leading to plagiarism, so I’ve avoided doing that, Gwen. So what’s left? What can I do?” Molly’s questions tumbled out, as if she was flailing around in deep water, unable to swim, desperate to reach the life ring nearby.

Gwen grinned. “It’s so obvious, I’m surprised a clever woman like you hasn’t thought of it already.” She took Molly’s hand. “Come with me.”

She led the mystified Molly down the hall to another office. Hearing ‘come in’ in answer to her tap, Gwen opened the door, and led Molly in, closing the door behind them. She spoke to the good-looking, dark-haired man behind the desk. “Thomas, this is Molly, the writer we discussed. Molly, meet Thomas, an Associate Editor here.”

Molly’s heart flip-flopped in her chest. Was Gwen passing her off to an underling editor? Nevertheless, she plastered a smile on her face and said, “I’m pleased to meet you, Thomas.”

Thomas looked her up and down, smiling. “The feeling is mutual, I’m sure, Molly.”

“Still willing, Thomas?” Gwen asked him. He grinned and nodded. “Excellent,” Gwen continued. Turning to Molly, she said, “OK, Molly. Give Thomas a blow job.”

Molly froze, refusing to believe what she’d just heard. “Do what?” she queried, voice cracking.

“You must’ve heard me, Molly. Give Thomas a blow job,” Gwen repeated.

Molly stared at Gwen, then at Thomas, and stated, “You must be joking. You can’t be serious.” But Thomas had swiveled his chair sideways from his desk, tacitly giving her access to his lap.

“I’m very serious, Molly,” Gwen rebutted. “I want you to kneel down between his legs and do it. But not just a quickie, mind you. While you’re doing it, use all your senses, and tell me what you’re aware of and what you’re feeling. You need experience, we both agree, and I want you to be mindfully present as you gain fresh knowledge.”

It took Molly a minute or so to process what Gwen was saying. Strange as this situation seemed, it appeared that Gwen and Thomas were really trying to help her make her writings more realistic, by giving her personal knowledge to draw upon. And Thomas appeared to be warm and inviting, and he certainly was good looking. She found herself wondering what his cock would feel like in her hands – it had been so long since she’d held one. This was her chance. But Gwen would be watching, and Molly, perpetually shy, didn’t think she was much of an exhibitionist.

She was still mentally warring within herself when her body apparently moved of its own volition. She certainly didn’t think she’d decided to do this. But her body stepped around the corner of Thomas’ desk, and its knees bent, and she found herself nestled between his legs, looking up into his face!

Remembering that Gwen had instructed her to report information, Molly began, “I’m aware of Thomas’ deep brown eyes, and the way they sparkle. Of his lips, curved into a smile of invitation. I can see the blood vessel in his neck pulsing, showing me how his heart rate is increasing as he sees me between his legs. His chest is moving up and down, as his breathing deepens. It looks like he’s gripping the chair arms more tightly in anticipation of what I’m about to do.”

“Yes, very good. Keep going,” Gwen encouraged.

Molly placed her hands on Thomas’ thighs. “The warmth of his clothing under my hands feels wonderful.” escort bağdat caddesi She moved her hands up and down his thighs slowly. “The texture of the material is smooth and pleasing. I think I can see him stirring under his trousers as I speak and describe these things.”

Gathering her courage, Molly placed her hand gently on his crotch. “Yes… there is subtle movement here, where I’m touching.” Her hands moved to his belt. “I’m aware of the smell and the feel of the leather of his belt as I tug it loose, like this.” Having undone the belt, Molly tilted the top edge of his trousers forward, looking inside. “Inside the top front of his trousers is a hook, reminiscent of a hook on the back of my bra.” She unhooked it, and took hold of the tab on his zipper. Slowly dragging the zipper downward, she reported, “My fingers are vibrating as I unzip his fly, and the ‘zzzzzt’ of the zipper is clearly audible in the quiet of this room. Quiet, that is, except for the heavier breathing of the three people present in the room.”

Molly moved her hands out of sight into the space behind Thomas, between his body and the chair. “I’m blindly hooking my fingers under his waistband near the small of his back, and I’m well aware that my fingers are finally in direct contact with his flesh, because I’m grasping both his trousers and his underpants. Now I’m encouraging him to lift his butt a small amount as I pull at his clothing, because I want him naked from his waist down, with his clothing pooled at his ankles.” Her actions suited her words.

She paused, her hands resting on his naked thighs, and gazed at his exposed manhood. “This is my first look at Thomas’ cock, and I hope he’ll not be offended if I describe it as ‘cute’ looking. It’s resting atop his furry ball sack, cradled between two prominent, oval-shaped testicles. Seeing the size of those testicles gives me hope that this man can deliver a nice sized load. His cock is still rather limp, but I hope to change that soon.”

Molly turned her head towards Gwen, and then tilted it until her cheek softly rested on Thomas’ cock and balls. “I like the feel of his manly package against my cheek.” She moved her head in small circles, nuzzling against him. “His skin feels warm, and the fur on his scrotum tickles my cheek as it caresses it. In this position, his earthly, spicy scent fills my nostrils. I’m enjoying it. Oh – I think I’m getting a response now. His cock is pressing more firmly against my cheek.”

Thomas was indeed responding, feeling Molly touching him in this manner, and hearing her describe her perceptions. He looked over at Gwen and winked as he nodded.

As Molly raised her cheek upward, Thomas’ cock stuck to her skin briefly, then came free. Partially engorged now, it hovered in the air, arched over his ball sack. “Since this was trapped in his clothing all day, I imagine it got a bit sweaty,” Molly mused, taking the crown of his penis delicately between her thumb and index finger. “Let’s find out,” she murmured, bringing her lips close to its shaft.

Gwen and Thomas both watched intently as Molly poked out her tongue and began licking the entire surface of the cock’s shaft. If she licked it hesitantly at first, she quickly overcame her shyness, and began tongue bathing it with obvious relish. “Mmmmm, yes,” she purred. “Quite salty and delicious.” Under her oral ministrations, the cock soon became fully erect. Its purplish glans swelled like a mushroom cap at its peak. Perhaps Thomas was working some internal musculature, but for some reason the glans seem to surge and ebb, as if begging for Molly’s mouth.

But Molly was fully into savoring this experience by this point, so she scooped up Thomas’ testicles, one in each hand. Giving each individual attention, she carefully sucked it into her mouth, and thoroughly washed it with an eager tongue. As the second one popped free of her lips, Molly commented, “It felt fantastic having his balls in my mouth. I loved sucking on them, and from the moaning sounds that Thomas is making, I think he liked it too.”

“OMG, yes!” Thomas confirmed. His cock was now jerking up and down as his body expressed his excitement. The tiny slit in the head of his cock was oozing a clear fluid, droplets of which were being flung into the air by its motions. One arced through the air, and struck Molly right on the tip of her nose, making her giggle.

“That must be his precum that he’s tossing all over the place,” she chuckled. “Can’t have that getting on everything, now can we?” To Thomas’ immense relief, she took control of his errant member with her hand, leaned forward, pursed her lips, and swiftly engulfed its head with her warm mouth, sucking.

“Oh, fuck! That feels so good!” Thomas groaned.

Molly took her mouth off of his cock long enough to look him in the eye and promise, “It’s going to feel a lot better very soon, Sir. Your precum tastes delightful, by the way. Now I want to discover escort kozyatağı what your cum tastes like.” Molly was learning that, even though it had been a long time since she’d given a blow job, just like riding a bicycle, the body stores memories of how things are done.

Gwen nodded approvingly as she watched Molly not only return to sucking on the head of Thomas’ cock, but also add several actions designed to intensify his pleasure. Molly was bobbing her head up and down rapidly, while one of her hands pumped the base of his dick, and her other hand caressed his balls. Gwen had hoped that Molly could put aside her shyness, and embrace passion. It was now obvious that she could. Gwen judged that nothing else in the world existed for Molly at this moment other than Thomas’ cock. She was watching Molly give one of the most heartfelt blow jobs that she’d ever seen.

Thomas, gripping the arms of his chair, was slowly arching his back, raising his pelvis in offering to Molly’s ravenous mouth. “Shit, shit, shit!” he cried. “I’m trying to hold back, but I can’t!” His whole body shuddered as he began spurting.

Molly continued her head bobbing, cock pumping, and ball caressing as Thomas started his orgasm. The only new thing that she added was swallowing, drinking his semen as fast as he could spurt it. She’d almost forgotten how good semen tasted to her. She quenched her thirst as well as she could, consuming whatever Thomas could give her. When he stopped shuddering, and slumped back down onto his chair, she used her hands to strip whatever cum remained in his cock’s shaft up to its head, and into her mouth.

She settled back onto her heels, still holding his deflating dick in her hand, and smiled up at Gwen. “His cum has a very piquant flavor, Gwen. I wouldn’t mind having more of it in the future. I couldn’t relate any details with my mouth full, but as I sucked on him, it felt like his cock swelled even more in my mouth. I was fully focused on what was in my mouth and hands, and only vaguely aware of his moans, groans, and ragged breathing. I wasn’t aware of you being in the room at all, I’m afraid. When his hips rose toward my face, and he cried out, within a second or two I felt his cock began to twitch as spasms rippled along it. After that, it was all I could do to swallow his load fast enough to keep myself from choking.” Lifting Thomas’ scrotum to call attention to it, she continued, “These balls of his really can deliver a massive load, as I’d hoped.”

On impulse, Molly rose up and kissed Thomas gratefully. Angling herself so that she could see both Gwen and Thomas, Molly asked them, “Is that what you had in mind when you told me to give Thomas a blow job?”

Gwen answered for the two of them, because Thomas was still panting, trying to catch his breath. “Molly, that was spectacular! I’ve never seen it done better. But the big question is, do you think that you can incorporate all those details, all that passion, into your writing?”

In answer, Molly closed her eyes, and briefly relived what she’d done, remembering the sights, sounds, smells, tastes, and textures, along with the feelings that arose in her. With a happy smile, she replied, “Yes, Gwen. I think I can. I think I can weave a rich tapestry, given what just happened in this room. Thank you.”

“I don’t think we’re done for today, though,” Gwen said. “You’ve proven you’re accomplished at fellatio, but how about cunnilingus?”

Molly’s face colored with embarrassment. “I’ve never had the chance, Gwen. I told you my sex life was very vanilla.”

“Well, dear, there’s no time like the present,” Gwen stated, eyes gleaming. She sat down in one of the other office chairs.

“Gwen, do you mean…” Molly’s voice trailed off as her mouth went dry.

“Yes, Molly. Do me – right here, right now. And yes, with Thomas watching.”

“I’ve… I’ve always wanted to try, but to be honest, I feel very shy right now.”

“Why?” Gwen asked her.

Molly thought for a moment. “The unknown, I guess. But I’m willing to try.” Even though Molly said that aloud, her heart was still filled with trepidation. In the distant past, she had given lovers blow jobs, but she had never ever gone down on a woman. As Molly walked over to Gwen’s chair, she felt her legs starting to shake, so she quickly knelt down. Her hands betrayed her fear and uncertainty, because they were shaking as she reached out towards Gwen’s legs.

Gwen sat there and looked down with a bemused expression at the woman kneeling between her legs. “She’s a virgin at doing this. This should be very interesting,” she thought. Speaking to Molly she said, “Don’t forget to narrate what you’re doing and feeling.”

Molly nodded her understanding, and began, “My body apparently wants to hyperventilate, so I’m deliberately forcing myself to take slow, deep breaths. As I kneel here, I’m feeling rather submissive for some reason – I didn’t feel that way in front of Thomas.” Molly didn’t say it out loud, but she felt that Gwen exuded an aura of power, which was quite palpable to her.

“Looking at your skirt, I’m aware that it ends with its hem just above your knees,” Molly continued. She placed her hands on Gwen’s bare knees, pleased that the firm contact helped keep them from shaking further. “The skin that I’m feeling is very smooth, unlike Thomas’ – and it’s even more warm than his was.”

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I want you in a nice and relaxed mood. I would like this to be the perfect night that we both could have. I would like it to be an all day thing. You calling me in the morning so I can hear your voice and get all hot, wet and excited. Then at some point during the day get a surprise from you. I would love to hear your voice at some point during the day. I have plotted all day on how to serve you and meet your needs when you get home.

I would arrive home just before you. I would jump in the shower and get cleaned up. My finger nails and toes nails painted waiting for your inspection. When I got out of the shower I would put some makeup on, some perfume and have my hair done very nicely. I would put on something sexy for you with my collar around my neck. I would have my leash in my hand. When you walked through the door, I would be on my knees. I hand you my leash. You put my leash onto my collar then I asked if I might suck my Master’s cock.

You nod with a smile and I unzip your pants and gently pull your cock out of your pants. I begin to suck it and you then begin to go in and out of my mouth. You seem to enjoy my mouth very much. I can feel your cock getting harder and harder then it explodes in my mouth. I must swallow every drop or be punished. I swallow all because I do wish to make my Master happy. I do however, wish to be punish if my swallowing is not done to his liking. I would hope that I did it to your liking though. After I have finished satisfying your needs for the moment you allow me to standup and follow you into the living room. You tell me what it is you like and I get it for you. When I have returned and handed it to you, I ask where you would like me to sit. You tell me to sit on the floor by your feet and begin talking. I ask if my Master would like a back escort ataköy rub, so I give one to you. I would like you to be completely relaxed and enjoy the evening.

You turn on the television and there is nothing there so you tell me to put on a skirt with no panties on, get my clamps and place them on my nipples then to put on a loose fitting sweater. We are going to the adult store then to the video store for a movie. I have no panties on to remind me of who’s white pussy it is, It is yours Master I tell you. The clamps are to remind me of the nice pain that you can bring me for either pleasure if I am good or punishment if I am bad. These are your white tits, I say Master. I wish to please you Sir!

We head out for our journey to the store. As I sit in the car you tell me to spread my legs so I get a cold breeze between my legs. When we get there you make me lift my skirt up in the back ever so slightly and you smack my white ass. We go into the adult store and you find some toys you like. I say please take this white body and play with me the way you like Sir. You find a dildo that you would like in my ass and some Velcro straps. After we are finished at the adult store we go to the video store. While on the way there you tell me to sit with my legs spread apart again so I can feel the cool breeze going to my pussy. You take your hand and place it up under my shirt and pull the chain to the nipple clamps and tell me that these are your white tits, slave. I say Yes Master. We pick out a movie then go home. You put the leash back on me as we sit in the car in front of my house. I unlock the door and you tell me to go in front of you. As I start walking up the stairs you tell me to stop and pull up my skirt. Yes Master, I begin pulling up my skirt and escort istanbul you bend me over and take my leash and smack my white ass with it making it red.

I say thank you Master, I wish to humbly serve you. You spread my legs and begin to play with your pussy, making it wet and hot. You take your fingers and shove them into your pussy then taking them out all wets and putting them into my mouth. I suck off my juices. You continue to spread my legs and then taking the end of the leash and smacking my pussy with it then making my ass beat red. Take off you sweater, sub. You tell me to sit on the stair, knowing it will sting to sit. Yes Master I say. As he pulls his cock out of his pants he grabs Missy’s head and tells her to suck your Masters Cock, my pet. I sucked it and watched it as it got harder and harder. You pulled your cock out of my mouth as you began to cum. You grab the chain to the clamps and begin to pull them hard as I finish jacking you off on my tits. Oh God, Master it feels so good and I am so happy to see all you’re cum on my tits and the pain that you are giving me feels so good too.

We go up stairs and you turn on shower and tell me to get into the shower. You follow right behind me. I wash you first and make sure that you are clean then I wash myself. We get out and dry off. You tell me that I must remain with no clothing on for the rest of the night. The only thing I am allowed to wear is Master’s collar and leash. Yes Sir:)

You put the collar and leash back on me. I ask if I may get my Master anything before we watch the movie. Per your request I get it for you. You put in the movie as I get what you asked for. You are sitting on the on the couch. When I come back into the room, I ask, Master where would you like escort çapa me to sit? You say sit right here sub, pointing next to you. During the movie you played with me reminding me that you receive pleasure from your white sub/slave.

When the movie is over, you instructed me to go into bedroom and get onto the bed. You brought in the new toys that you had just purchased. You spread my legs and tied them to the posts on the bed. You took my arms and tied them to the other posts on the bed. You put the clamps back on your white tits. You put clamps on my pussy lips to have my clit exposed. You took some ice and put it on my nipples then on my clit.

Once my clit was hard you took the end of my leash and lightly smacked your white pussy. You made me very aroused to the point of cumming but stopped. May I please have your cock in my mouth Master? Yes, you say my white sub/slave. You straddle me and stick your dick in my mouth and begin to fuck my mouth. You pulled your dick out of my mouth and shoved it into my hot, wet and slippery pussy. There was a dildo in my ass, my pussy lips were spread wide open and my clit was very hard. I was so turned on and your felt so good inside. You pulled out and put your cock into my mouth and told me to clean your cock off. While I suck the juices off your cock, you play with my clit and tell me to cum on demand. You took your fingers and shoved them up into your wet pussy to get them wet.

You whisper in my ear that I am your slave. You untied me you command me to get onto all fours. You shoved your cock into this hot, wet and slippery pussy and begin to fuck your slave. Taking the leash and occasionally smacking my ass and then grabbing the chain from the nipple clamps and pulling it. You began to cum and told me to roll over. You came all over my face. When you are all finish, you instruct that as a reward, I must wear the Master’s cum all day and remain nude. As, Missy lies there she accepts her Master’s orders. He comes to her, sits on the bed and holds and caresses her. They fall asleep in each other’s arms for a short nap.

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The following morning Diana washed her Mistress in the shower. She was told what she would be wearing that day and Diana found every thing in the walk in closet and the dresser, placing it then on a chair next to the bed. She then dressed her mistress and helped with her hair and make-up. After dressing Marg, she followed her downstairs to the kitchen where she met Lee. She was making breakfast for everyone, naked like herself except for a small apron barely covering her stomach. She was no more than five feet tall, oriental and 19 years old. She had a very pretty face. Her thighs were thick and short, the waist small and her breast dome shaped with little points and large nipples. Her buttocks were large for her size. She would learn later that she had an unquenchable sexual appetite. Marg kissed Lee passionately. “Diana, this is your sister Lee, kiss her please.” The girls kissed on the lips. Marg sat down to eat her breakfast and informed Diana that she was to refer to other sex slaves as sisters. “So tell me Lee, how did your assignment go.”

“Just fine, Mistress, everything went like you said and the client is happy. Oh, sister Diana what can I get you for breakfast.”

“Just cereal, sister, please.”

“Your new sister is still going to school, Lee, at least for the next two weeks. So, when she gets home this afternoon you will teach her the chores. Oh, and show her how to enter her daily log on the computer and what she has to include.”

“Yes, Of course Mistress.”

“As long as you are going to school, dear you will wear your own clothing there. When you get home I decide what you wear, if anything. Lee will tell you how to dress if I am not here.” As Diana finished her cereal, Marg looked at her and Lee. “Diana get up on the table on your back,” she said suddenly. Diana obeyed immediately. “Lee, have sex with your sister, 69 style keep in mind that your new sister is a virgin so go easy on her hymen.” Lee crawled on top of Diana, positioned her vagina so Diana could see it and proceeded to munch on Diana’s. Lee was experienced and soon had Diana moaning with pleasure. Marg watched them closely as she ate her breakfast. Lee had one hand fondling Diana’s buttocks and the other in her crack titillating her anus. That was new to Diana and she followed suit. Within five minutes, they both had orgasms. They got up and Marg spanked them both lightly ten times. They then kissed their mistress and thanked her for the orgasms. “You’re welcome girls, get your self ready now Diana and I will drop you of at school. You will take the bus home.”

Diana got home at ten after four and was met at the door by Lee. Lee was wearing a knee length gray maid’s uniform, buttoned at the neck, and low heels. Not the way she expected a sex slave to be dressed but maybe their mistress didn’t want them to be alluring while she was out. She wondered if Lee was wearing panties “I put the clothing you are to wear on your bed, sister. I will be there in a minute to change you.”

She headed for her room and waited for Lee, wondering why Lee had to change her. On the bed, she found the same type of uniform that sister Lee was wearing, a bra, stockings and a garter belt to hold them up. There were no panties, so that answered her question. Lee came in and undressed her explaining that they were not allowed to dress or undress themselves as long as there were two of them in the house. After Lee had undressed her completely, she watched Diana put the clothing away. She then dressed her, starting with the garter belt, then the stockings. Everything fit except for the two-inch heels, which were a little tight.

“Sit here next to me sister” She said when they arrived at the computer. Diana did, looking at the screen. It said Diana log and yesterday’s day and date.

“OK, you first met our mistress at her office at what, 13.30 yesterday, right.”

“Yes, I guess so.”

“OK, now, you did runway walk for her?”

“Yes, most of it naked.”

“OK, so in the first column you see: name of partner. That’s the Mistress. Next column, ‘type of assignment: first interview. Type of action: present body to mistress. Was there any foreplay or sex?”

“Well we kissed and hugged and … well she played with my…” “Good: masturbated by Mistress. Did you cum and did she.”

“Yes, I had and orgasm, but I don’t know…?”

“OK in this column, called result we will type orgasm and in the next a question mark. Now you arrived at this house when?” Diana told her and they went through the entire evening item by item. “OK, I know what happened at breakfast,” Lee caught her eye, smiling shyly, “so I can fill that in. Now, if you know about computers you won’t have any problems with this. The Mistress will give you a password that only you and her will know and every day you update your log.”

“Yes I know computers, I do it in school.”

“OK next, in this program you will enter data, about your personal information and your schedule. Lets see, the office fatih escort bayan has entered everything except your measurements and your height and weight. Let me take your uniform off, so I can take your measurements.” She got a tape out of a drawer. She measured her hips first: thirty-six. She entered that on the computer, then the waist: twenty-nine and the bust: thirty-eight. “OK, your weight now,” Diana got on the scales, it had a height ruler and Lee adjusted it and read: “five foot six and you weigh one hundred and twenty- three.” She entered that on the computer and dressed Diana again.

When she finished, they sat down at the computer again and Lee explained to her about the schedule. “Now, let’s see its Friday, you are going to school for the next two weeks so we will enter: ‘school 8:00 to 16:00 for each day.’ Diana told what day she would finish and also that she was off on Monday. Lee entered the data. “OK, now, when was your last period?” Diana told her the dates, they counted the days to the next, and she typed in ‘period’ for four days. Then she counted again and typed in the four days. “You can see that each day has a square block with lines, we have entered your cycle on the top line. The other lines are morning, afternoon, evening and night and you school schedule has been entered in the morning and afternoon sections. So for today we will add, ‘housework’ in the afternoon section and Mistress in the evening part. This computer is hooked up to the office computer so sometimes the mistress will enter data and edit your schedule. Then you know what day and time she has assignments for you. I know you have I lot of questions, Sister but I’m not allowed to tell you any more.”

“I know you can’t, Sister but I am very happy that my future is in our Mistress’s hands.”

“Me too” Lee smiled at her. “Good, now at 18:45 we meet in the shower room and get each other ready for supper. I will get your clothes out for you. If everything goes according to plan, the mistress will arrive at 19:00. You will then go with her to the bedroom and get her ready for the evening. Now, we have to get to work. You will clean the gym, this office space and the bathroom. I am going to the kitchen to start supper for 19:30. There is a closet in the shower room where you will find everything you need.”

They met inside the shower room at 18:45 and undressed each other. While washing and drying each other, Lee explained to her that no sexual contact was allowed, including kissing, without the Mistress being present. Diana found it very difficult to wash Lee without getting turned on; especially when washing her crotch and breasts, since Lee said that wash cloths or sponges were not allowed. Drying her was also a turn on and she could sense that Lee had the same feeling.

Lee then dressed her in a yellow, low-cut, clinging mini dress. No bra or panties only a garter belt and stockings, also very high heels. The dress had a horizontal slit covered with a flap just below her breasts. Before she dressed Lee, she was told to brush her vaginal hair. She didn’t have a full triangle more like an oval shape and it weren’t curly but straight, some of it three inches long. Lee told to brush it so it stuck out as much as possible, the mistress liked it that way. She then dressed Lee in sort of a school uniform with a very short flared, pleated skirt no panties and white knee high stockings with low black shoes. The shirt was short and did not tuck in to the skirt almost like a halter-top. Lee told her to set her hair in two pigtails with white ribbons and flowers. She looked like a sweet fourteen years old school girl. Finally Lee put a flower in Diana’s hair and told her to lift her dress so she could brush her curly bush. Diana spread her legs a bit while Lee brushed her curls in different directions to fluff it out as much as possible. She used her fingers to pull individual curls out and then brushed again. Some times the brush or her fingers come in direct contact with her flesh, giving Diana a tingling rush through her body.

The mistress arrived at 19:15, and they just managed to meet her at the front door. She was with Jackie from the office. She kissed both of them and so did Jackie, who stuck her tongue deep in Diana’s mouth. Jackie went downstairs with Lee and Diana followed her mistress upstairs. There she undressed her and helped her in the tub that Lee had prepared. She was told to sit on the edge and soap her mistress. After the bath, Diana dried and dressed her, with clothing already laid out by Lee. There was a black bodice with garters. The bodice of the type that supported the breasts from below leaving the nipples and everything above exposed. Two lace straps held the breast down. The Nylons were Fishnet with a black seam on the back. It took Diana quite a while to get that seam straight and then she had to learn to attach the garter straps to the nylons. A pink see-through very low cut mini dress buttoned in the back escort bayan bakırköy that was more like lingerie. There were no panties but a pair of spike heels. “Pull my dress down so the nipples show.” Marg told her, Diana took a hold of the scalloped lace edge and positioned it below her mistress’s nipples. She then said, to wet her nipples and to make sure that they were always wet during the evening. “Do you like Jackie, Diana?”

“Oh I think so Mistress, she is beautiful but I don’t know her yet. Is she my sister too?” She sucked on her nipples as ordered making sure that they were both wet and shiny with her saliva.

“Well sort of, she is your big sister and that’s how you will address her. What I meant is that she is my sex slave too but of a higher rank. Not because she is 23 and older than you are, but because she has more experience and her own apartment. She has been my sex slave for 5 years. She has the right to have sex with you when I am not here. That is after I assign you to her by giving her permission once. After that, she can use you if you are not on my schedule for that day. Well, it looks like we are ready for supper; kiss me dear and we will go downstairs.” They kissed passionately and headed downstairs, hands on each other’s buttocks. Marg fondled her breasts on the way down, by inserting her hand through the horizontal slit in the Diana’s dress. Diana now knew what the slit was for. Every portion of a slave’s body should be readily available at all times. Before they reached the bottom of the stairs the mistress pulled her Diana’s dress down, so her breasts were exposed.

They entered the formal dining room where Jackie was standing by the window looking out at the indoor pool. She was wearing a thin clinging mini dress cut below her perky breasts. Her garter belt was showing through the material. The mini dress was cut higher in front, showing her shaven pussy. Most of her rear end was also exposed. She came over and kissed her mistress then stood back while Marg felt her nipples. “Kiss your big sister Diana.” They kissed, Diana opening her mouth wide this time, letting Jackie explore her mouth. “OK, Diana go to the kitchen and help sister Lee serve.”

There were only two places set at the large table, where the women were sitting, when the sisters entered with the food. Diana placed the food for her mistress and was then told to kneel on a footstool by her mistress’s right side. She was told to lie across her lap where her skirt was lifted and ten light slaps were applied to her black fleshy rear. She could hear Lee get the same treatment from Jackie. The sisters thanked their mistress’s for the spankings. “Marg then told Diana to watch Lee who was feeding Jackie by putting the food in her own mouth, then kissing her transferring the food. Diana picked up a fork as Marg’s right arm cupped her buttocks and drew her body tightly into her own. She picked up some food, put it in her own mouth, and then kissed Marg’s open mouth, shifting the food to her mistress. After the second bite Marg held the back of Diana’s head and pushed the food back in Diana’s mouth, nodding at her to eat it herself. The entire meal was ingested in that manner while Margs fondled Diana’s fanny, breasts and vagina.

After supper, the sisters put away the dishes while Marg and Jackie retired to the living room. There they danced to slow music while they waited for the sister sex slaves to arrive. When they did, they were told to dance with each other and neck passionately but not to fondle each other. Lee being much shorter put her arms around Diana’s neck and Diana held her by the waist.

Next Diana was told to dance with Jackie who was about three inches taller. Jackie took her hands, placed them on her buttocks, and indicated she wanted them fondled. She took Diana’s head in her hands and kissed her forcefully. Diana opened her mouth wide and responded submissively. Jackie then moved one hand to Diana’s breast squeezing it hard, pinching her nipple. Her other hand was alternately clasping her fleshy ass and stroking her crack. “Come on little sister, respond, fondle my body stroke my back, feel my ass, kiss my tits.” Diana obeyed stroking, fondling and kissing her firm body. “That’s better, don’t stop, feel my pussy, that’s it stick your finger in there. Ummm, good. “Do you like my hard body, little sister?”

“Oh yes, big sister it’s beautiful. You must work out a lot.”

“I work out every day and I have sex every day with my mistress or a sister. Sometimes I have sex with a man too. Do you like men, little sister?”

“I don’t know, I have never made love to a man only to my mistress and sister Lee. I will when my mistress decides to have me deflowered.”

“Well little sister, tonight, you will make love to me. You will give me orgasm after orgasm with that luscious black body of yours.” She squeezed one of her breasts and kissed her mouth passionately. Diana fingered her pussy and kneaded escort bodrum her buttock. “Oh mistress, I can’t stand it any more, please let me take my little sisters body to bed?”

“Not yet Jackie the night is young.” Marg was dancing with Lee’s arms around her neck and her short legs around her waist. She was holding the tiny woman with by her buttocks. “I think it’s time we switch.” She lowered Lee to the floor and took Diane into her arms, kissing her gently as they slow danced with Diana’s arms around her neck. Jackie made Lee stand on her hands. Then picking her up by her waist, she buried her head in the little woman’s pussy. Lee wrapped her legs around her head and Jackie used one hand to force her head into her own pussy. They were doing a dancing sixty niner. After a few minutes, Jackie started to climax and she let herself fall backwards onto a couch, with Lee on top of her. There they ate each other and savored their orgasms.

After a few minutes they both got up and stood side by side with their backs to their mistress and Diana. They then lifted their dresses up and bend over slightly arching their backs, exposing their buttocks with maximum protrusion. Marg stopped dancing with Diana and spanked her slaves, ten times each. They then both kissed their mistress and thanked her for allowing them to have orgasms.

Marg put her arms around Diana again and kissed her. “Now” she said,” it’s time for the hot tub.” The women walked into the indoor pool area and the sisters undressed their mistress and Jackie. They got into the tub while Diana undressed Lee and Lee, her. Diana asked her mistress if she could go for a swim in the pool for a while before she got in the tub. She gave her permission and Jackie joined her. They jumped in together and raced ten lengths. Diana won easily.

“Mistress, she beat me can I spank her please.”

“Yes Jackie, when you get back in the tub.” They crawled out of the pool and got into the tub. Jackie then made Diana get up on a seat to present her buttocks for the spanking. Jackie put her left hand on Diana’s vagina and slapped her five times on her beautiful globular fleshy black cheeks. She took her time caressing and kissing the fleshy black mounds between each blow.

“Thank you big sister,” Diana whispered as they kissed and hugged after the ritual.

“Tonight you are my meat, little sister. You will satisfy my every sexual desire with that luscious black body of yours. You will lick and kiss every inch of my body and some of the inside as well.”

“As your little sister it is my duty, to my mistress, the woman who owns me, to submit my body to any lusty sexual desire you may have. I just hope I can make my mistress happy by giving you total satisfaction.” They sat down embracing each other and enjoyed the hot swirling water until their Mistress ordered everyone to bed. Marg had listened closely to her young sex slave’s words, while she French kissed Lee sitting on her lap. It was only her second day as a sex slave and already she spoke as if she was born to serve and submit.

The sisters dried their superiors and then each other after which the four naked women headed for the bedroom. When they got to the stairs Jackie stopped and said: “Please Mistress, super hug.” Marg agreed and her and Jackie stood side by side facing the stairs. Lee then faced her mistress and Diana, Jackie. Every one then put their arms around the woman in front and at their side forming a square. They then began necking front to front or side to side even across though it was difficult for four to do that. The other two would kiss their ears or whatever they could, get their lips on. Then the stair climb started Lee and Diana having to walk backwards. They would take a step that meant the two women facing each other would have their breasts sliding against each other’s bodies. The other two women would then step up and their breast would slide again in the opposite direction. Every one would then have to kiss before another step was gained. It took about fifteen minutes for them to get to the top.

Once they got there, they continued down the hallway and into the bedroom in the same formation. Here the mistress lined up her three charges and spanked them lovingly. After they thanked her, she made them do a sensuous bump and grind for her, while she sat in a chair watching. Diana watched the other girls and copied their movements. It was like a Hawaiian hula dance but very slow and seductive; they would turn so the mistress could view their bodies from all angles. One a the time they would get up on a foot stool near their mistress and present their body and she would get up and fondle that girl while the other two continued their dance. Finally, they crowded close to her turned around spread their feet out and bend over touching the floor. She sat there enjoying her three fully exposed crotches, fingering and kissing them.

She then ordered every one to bed where the four women formed a square on their sides licking each other. The Mistress ate Diana’s pussy, Diana Jackie’s, Jackie Lee’s and Lee the mistress. They would also fondle whatever breasts they could reach. After every one had climaxed, the Mistress let Jackie take Diana to another bedroom for the night. Lee would sleep with the Mistress.

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FOR M.H. (with hope)

A room without light, heavy damask drapes over towering windows, refusing entry to the moon.

You.

Me. Summoned by He who controls; by He who is loved above all, just inside the doorway, knowing that it is locked behind me. Blind in the dark, blindness compounded by the black silk tied over my eyes, a condition of the invitation. I wear what You sent: long, heavy burgundy gown of velvet, slit up the side to reveal half my right thigh. Heels. Stockings. No panties, no bra. Silk white opera gloves covering each delicate finger and sheathing me to my elbows, dulling my tactile ability.

The room smells faintly of lilac and ginger. My body is prepared for You. Soft, freshly bathed and without scent, my hair down in wandering currents of curls, my lips adorned with nothing more than a wet glossing from my nervous tongue. The neckline of the gown plunges into my cleavage, leaving the silver brand You put about my throat to stand out against my skin. It feels heavy. Precious.

“Forward” You say.

Shivering at the sound of the voice I love, I take tiny steps into a room I do not know, into a blackness I cannot penetrate, seeking He who is more than Master to me. Silent, steps hesitant, wondering behind the blindfold if there is some wild cliff halfway to You, where I will be left in utter ruin and alone.

Step. Step. Step. Like a desperate child, hands outstretching now, seeking the air for some point of reference, but none exist here. Only the knowledge of You. I know the floor is wood. I know the window is open behind the curtains; I feel a stifled breeze and hear the play of the hem of the drapes dancing on the floor. I close my eyes behind the double darkness, feeling somehow more sure then.

“Stop.”

I obey. Always. Joyfully.

“Relax.”

Am I able? A moment of panic, wondering if I can obey, then letting my hands rest full against my sides, breathing a long breath in through my nose, and out.

You wait an intolerably long time to move, but when You do it is quick. I hear a sound; I know it is You, walking without shoes upon the wood floor. Then the drapes on smooth gliding metal mechanisms sliding hard, and the breeze is free. It comes to me, rushing cool and delighted with the arms of night to encircle me, dancing with me upon the floor while I do nothing but stand waiting, smiling at its greeting. Grateful for its cool breath down the cleavage and up the slitted skirt of the gown giving relief, I shift almost unconsciously escort bayanlar to allow its fingers to play between my thighs.

I can almost feel You smile.

You move again. This time I can find you in the dark, pinning your place in my mind. You are to my left and in front. Now you are walking, further to the left, and I stand motionless while you circle. Taking an eternity to make one revolution, remaking my universe while I stand, considering what it means to be here.

To be Yours.

You start another revolution, moving counter clockwise, something unexpected for someone as generally predictable as You are. I like the surprises I have found in You. Gifts for me to open, hope when I least expect it. When I need it.

I wonder why you chose someone as dull as me.

Your revolution stops halfway round; You are behind me, somewhere, for I realize that in that split second of self-derision You have disappeared from my mind’s blank slate and now I do not know where to draw You in. I breath harder, feel the silver brand move serpentine and cool above my breasts. I want to speak; to scream for You.

You are behind me. RIGHT behind me, walking on silent cat feet like the fog. Making me shudder as your fingertips lift my hair, exposing my shoulders. You hold it up without tension so that I do not know if You are breathing into it, or caressing it, or simply testing the weight, then a shift and You have one hand free, the other holding my hair away from my shoulders.

You kiss my nape, and I moan. Do You know how I long for Your mouth? Your love? I think You know, and I think such knowledge gives You power a woman cannot otherwise bestow on a man, except to let Him chain her heart. I think in knowing You have joy, and if I give joy by giving You something as simple and coarse as my heart, I would give it over and over again.

As I have done. Am doing. Will do.

Sometimes I wonder and it is all a mystery. Sometimes I am sure. Always, I am a child. A lover. A slave, willingly captivated in chains I forged myself in love and gave to You in trust.

You open Your mouth against my throat and the sound You make is like a moan and an animal growl–soft, and dominant. It makes me fear and it makes me relax in the darkness, giving…always giving. Your fist wraps in my hair, tugging back my head only enough to expose my throat so that You can taste as You wish. Your mouth on my skin makes me shiver and long to touch. I fist my hands into the skirt istanbul escort of the dress, wishing for Your body.

Do You have wishes? I wish that You could be in my mind for a moment, when I am most vulnerable; when I am at Your feet.

Do You know the cost of loving You? Do You hear the scream of my pride bending to its knees, all in love for You, or feel the tension of self control snapping thread by thread one day after another, while I walk this path You put before me? I wish, oh god, how I wish You knew!

Your mouth slides out to the top of my shoulder, washing me in warm pleasure. The fierce possession of Your hand in my hair leashes me; reminds me that my thoughts are only selfish pride and must not interfere. That You control, and I must obey. Simple.

So simple.

Your hand cups my hip, caressing. Your body presses into me from behind; I can feel the heat through the dress. You wear trousers but no shirt, and the need for you is like night needing its black cloak, or the sun needing its gold light. I have never been more afraid, nor more sure, nor closer to pain and pleasure than I am now.

I think again. While Your hands move. Thoughts, and hands.

How can You esteem me? Your hand, fingers wide, on my waist.

How can You break my heart every day? Your hand, sliding up to hold my breast.

How can I live without You? Your hand, in full possession of my heart.

I close my eyes in the dark and pleasure burns, and worry torments and delight mystifies, and I am desperately gathering up in meager hands any bit of anything that will please You. Words. Smiles. Sighs. Whispers. Love. Anything.

You whisper to me. Words of pride, not love, and to me they are the same. Your breath is hot on my throat; in my ear. Your hand slides into the slit, onto my thigh, while you murmur pride and I cannot imagine any finer pleasure than this. Your avid mouth is on my exposed throat, and I give myself to be taken, meager treasure for a King worthy of greater wealth.

Your mouth presses kisses and vibrates moans into my skin. Your hand slides up the outer curve of my thigh, leaving trails of scalding pleasure. I try to be still; to be patient, compliant, but I need too much; want to badly, and my lips part, and a little cry escapes me. You only murmur approval on my flesh, and suck at my shoulder, making me tremble. Your hips move against me, or is it me, pushing back into your hardness? I feel the imprint of you, hampered by bayan escortlar damned cloth, and see stars beyond the black You wrap me in.

In this, I forget. All the moments and hours and days and weeks and months of waiting. All the doubt, and fear. All the insecurities. They run for their darker corners when You speak; when You love. When You approve. How can I regret any pain, when there is this? How can I feel any doubt, when there is a single whisper of a kiss, or a shadow of Your smile upon me?

I live for an hour among hundreds when You call me to You. For that one moment, when all is right and I am Yours. The hours burn between.

But now I burn, the flesh meant to protect me now living fire beneath your hand, making me moan softly. Your lips brush my cheek; my heart melts and all that is within me softens and liquefies. The soft place between my thighs burns for You, as does my mind. We have not become One, yet we have always been One. The first night I knew, You murmured me to sleep. There was something in the shadows on the ceiling and the timbre of Your voice. Your sweet patience with me; Your desire. I did not think that it was truly for me, but for some fantasy all men seek.

I am only flesh. Heart. Mind. Faults. And yet I feel blessed more than all, for I belong to You.

Releasing the world and all its confinements, I lean back into Your body, You murmuring approval and allowing my head to rest back on Your shoulder. Supporting me; letting me bend away from my thoughts and into You. Seducing me away from my thoughts, tangled as they are, and into a place where all is simple, for all is under Your hand.

Without releasing Your hold on my hair you stalk around me, keeping me balanced by the mere assurance of Your presence, coming to stand before me and then Your mouth is on my skin again, on the other shoulder; the opposite side of my throat and along the descending path of my cleavage. Warm. So warm, and utterly possessive, and in that I struggle still to forget those things in me that are lacking. I have Your kiss upon my skin, what else in life could I need? I curl my fingers into fists, the need to touch You is so great, and as if You know my need You whisper, ‘Put your arms around Me, sweetheart’.

I obey You with a little sound of need and pleasure and in the dark the silver brand of Your possession snaps and slips from my throat, slithering to the ground and into the pitch. Desperate and afraid in the dark, I make a sound of pain. Holding me You murmur, ‘Trust Me,’ and I wonder…do You not know that this is what I have done since the first moment?

The dream snaps in that moment of pain, and with the breaking of the chain sleep breaks and I wake in darkness, aching, cheeks wet with tears for You.

Hope is a perilous thing.

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I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story…

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“Take off your dress, Mary.”

You see her eyes flash instantly up at you, shock on her face. You smile slightly.

“Come on, girl, don’t be shy around me. Do it, off with your dress. Now, don’t make me ask you again!”

Ilsa looks at Mary, just stares blankly, cold. The two other ladies and two men at your luncheon look to you, then back at Mary, look to each other. They aren’t shocked by you and the goings-on at your house at all. They are slightly surprised to hear what you just said to one they considered a guest just like they are. You are talking to Mary like you talk to your slaves. You are standing next to her. You run your finger down her cheek, soft, affectionate.

Her face reddens. She looks up at you, looks like a sad puppy.

“Marisa, is this really necessary, please.”

Her voice a whisper, the coffee cup in the saucer on her lap shudders slightly.

You laugh, look down at her.

“Necessary??? Take your fucking dress off! Stand and do it now.”

Your finger pushes into her cheek, feel her teeth meet it, her head pushed to the side roughly. You move back to your chair, sit.

You watch as Mary places her cup and saucer on the table next to her. She rises slowly, feels all eyes in the room on her. She stands in front of her chair. She’s done things for you before but not like this. This is the first time in front of people she thought she was and equal to.

“Marisa, please…” One last plaintive plea, she is cut off in mid sentence.

“Take your fucking dress off or I’ll have Ilsa do it for you. Then I’ll have her take your ass to the basement. Remember, do you remember? Do you fucking remember what happens to you in my basement punishment room?”

Your voice stern harsh, all hear the menace in your question.

Ilsa turns to you.

“Marisa, you are something else.” She laughs quietly, turns to Mary.

“Move, Mary!”

The men in the room are on the edge of their seats with keen interest in the well-dressed older cougar-like and beautiful woman standing before them. They are seeing her for the first time. The women in the room are interested but smiling contently at the show, the show they’ve seen before with several of your boy toys, but never with another woman.

Mary reaches back and unzips her dress, lets it fall off of her shoulders, slips it down over her hips. She stands in the bunched puddle of her crumpled dress surrounding her feet on the floor. Slowly she steps out of it. Standing and looking somewhat submissive and angry at the same time, she looks away from you, from the people staring at her.

She is beautiful, sexy, very appealing to the men in the room. She stands in just her delicate underthings, all peach color, lace top pushup escort taksim bra highlighting and pushing up to the extreme her pretty breasts, exposing each nipple just peeking out over the top of the lace top liner. She wears lace top thigh high stockings with little peach color bows at the top or each and thin ankle strap 4″ spike heel shoes. She wears no panties, just shoes, bra and stockings. She is just the way you ordered her dressed. She is smooth and soft, hint of the lips of her pussy at the top slightly jut out, her legs closed together trying to hide it all.

“Happy now, Marisa?”

She looks off to the side. Her face flushed.

“No, I’m not. Not yet.”

You stand and hurry to her.

Without warning you bring you hand down so hard across her face, so hard that she cries out.

“Shut up. You say another word until I tell you to and Ilsa will take you to the basement and beat you. Take that seriously.”

You slap her face again.

She looks to the window, her face hidden from the others, tears well up in her eyes.

“Don’t you cry, bitch. Don’t you dare. You mess up the pretty makeup I have you wear and I’ll be very disappointed.”

You walk back to your chair.

Ilsa just shakes her head, looks at you then at Mary. She smiles broadly.

“Well this was certainly unexpected.”

“Now Mary, tell my girlfriends and their dates what you are. It’s okay, you can speak now, girl.”

You sip your scotch.

Mary looks to you, face bright red, feels the sting of your hand.

“I didn’t know this would be made public.”

She looks to Ilsa.

“Don’t look at me, Mary. You’re her bitch, not mine. I just work the whip. You know that first hand, little girl.”

She laughs.

“Mary’s a little sex addict. She likes to do very dirty things. An addicted little bitch that found out that she can’t say ‘no’. Tell them! Say it, Mary!”

You lean forward in your chair. See panic on her face.

“Say it!”

“I am. I’m a sex addict. I am. I’m a submissive bitch, Marisa’s bitch.”

She looks at the man to your left, focuses on his face. She feels comforted slightly by his gaze, sees she’s turning him on. She gushes.

“I’m Marisa’s bitch. I have never been more erotically excited in my life than now, being Marisa’s slut, bitch, whore.”

You laugh, sit and listen as she goes on and on. Ilsa reaches out, puts her hand on top of yours. She whispers to you

“You win. I never thought she’d do it.”

You turn to her, smile.

“They always do what I want.”

You sit back in your chair. Sip your drink, eyes over the top of your rocks glass.

“Mary, turn and show your little hole. Quickly, girl.”

You watch as she turns, arches her back. Reaching back she spreads her cheeks wide with both hands. Her peach colored nail polish on her pretty nails pushed into her cheeks, she pulls her butt apart wide, exhibiting her lubricated and escort maslak tight little hole to those seated and watching intently.

“I could stick my finger in it but then I’d have to wash my hands.”

You giggle, girlishly, look to Isla.

“Is she clean?”

“Yes.”

You know what that means, Mary does too. She was put through the same demeaning cleaning process as your sissy sluts are prior to being fucked publically or sent on to please others for you. You see Mary’s face turn bright red.

“There’s no punch line, no moral to the story. I just did this because I can. Mary showed me a side of her that I couldn’t say ‘no’ to. Little hungry bitch. You all know me. I have to see just how hungry. I’m drawn that way. I have to take it as far as I can.”

“That’s what we like about you, Marisa.”

One of the women finishes her drink, puts her glass on the coffee table, looks back at Mary.

“She is interesting. I may want to fuck that.”

They laugh as you stand. You hear the other lady exclaim to her man, ‘She certainly is. And I’m talking about Marisa, never boring.’

You run your hand down over Mary’s butt, feel her tremble slightly, feel goose bumps rise on her cheeks.

“She likes girls. More accurately, Mary loves girls. I could have her go down on you you like, if you like. She’s a good little pussy licker. Ass licker too.”

You turn to the woman said she’d be interested in fucking your new little toy. You smile at the man next to her.

“Ilsa?”

“Fuck you, Marisa. You know that isn’t my thing. I know you like it. Why don’t you do if for us all.”

“Ilsa, please. You know I only do it because I can. I’m not into girls either. I like to play with her son’s little thing, you know that.”

You laugh.

“But, yes. I have used her mouth. She’s very good at it, motived little bitch. Aren’t you, girl?”

You slap her butt hard, see her rise to her toes slightly, settle back down on her heels.

“Yes, Marisa. You know I love doing that for you.”

You rest your hand on her rear, cup one cheek. You hear the soft quiver in her voice. She’s slightly afraid.

“I could make her lick my ass if I wanted to, one stop shopping with this one. And she likes the boys too. A lot. Mary is one perfectly suited happy member of the family now. I don’t use her like I do my other little bitches but she shows certain select male friends of mine her sex addicted side, shows it all too well. I sometimes have a hard time calling my little girl back home. Last time out she stayed an extra day.”

You laugh, pat her butt. You walk back to your chair. You see her stand with her rear facing your friends, cheeks widely spread.

“She’s really very pretty and in great shape for an older lady.”

You think back to her being over the horse in your basement, watching as Eric, your number one stud boy, repeatedly fucked her for hours, think back to her whimpers and screams. Memory escort topkapı flashes into your mind, you feel yourself get wet.

“Put your dress on, Mary. The dirty little show’s over.”

You ring your bell.

As I enter the room I curtsey to you, bow to the others. Serving tray in my hands, my eyes to the floor, I see my mother wiggle back into her dress, zip it quickly. She sits and sips from her coffee cup.

“Does anyone want another drink before lunch? I know I do.”

You put your empty glass on the tray I hold.

I see them nod. I take their drink requests silently. I feel my tight cock harness and huge butt plug as I bend to allow each guest to place their glasses on my tray, my tiny ruffled skirt barely covering each. My mother doesn’t even look up at me as she places her coffee cup and saucer on my tray.

“Bring me something stronger. I’ll have what Marisa’s having, make it a double.”

She looks to the window, doesn’t make eye contact with me.

As I start out of the room I hear speak to me.

“Princess, you did a very good job dressing your mother for today’s show. Good girl.”

I turn quickly, hurry to bow.

“Thank you, Mistress, thank you.”

Just as quickly I turn and hurry to fill the drink requests before serving lunch in the dining room with Niki and Trevor, your other slave boys that will serve your guests at today’s luncheon.

“Come on, Mary. That wasn’t so bad.”

You laugh.

“And you and I both know you enjoyed that.”

She leans forward in her chair. Mary looks deeply into your eyes, grips your hand in hers.

“And you and I both know I would go down on you right fucking here.”

She stares at you coldly, matter of factly.

“Ooooooooooo, threatening little bitch., patience, you naughty little girl. Plenty of time for that and other cheap thrills later tonight Right now, I’m hungry. And it’s not for your mouth, Mary.”

Laughter from all seated, Mary stares at you submissively. She will be your lover any way you want to use her. The lady that said she’d fuck Mary looks on. She is thinking.

“And we have to get into the city, shopping to do later.”

Ilsa looks around the room.

“We girls have a party to put on this weekend.”

You look to Mary. Savor the very hungry little bitch you discovered and developed. You see her stare back at you, see the strength in her eyes. You know she is your bitch. But only until she decides not to be. You know it’s her choice. She is so very much enjoying this. But you know you don’t own her. You are just using her as much as she’s using you. You smile to yourself, think that you truly do own her little boy. But his mother is somewhat of an equal in a very interesting way. You’re going to see just how far you can take it. This was one of her first tests. I certainly won’t be the last. You wink at her, see her wink back, unobserved by the others.

“I do love you, baby doll, love what you are. You know that.”

You look to Mary as you say that softly, touch her hand.

“As I do you, Mistress Marisa, as I do you.”

Mary smiles at you as the two of you head to the dining room. I bow as you walk passé me. The other two serving boys bow to your guests.

I am your slave.

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Chapter One – Introduction

Author’s Note: This is a story of a female dominant/male submissive relationship between mature people. This is fiction. If you enjoy such stories read on and please comment, if not choose another story more to your tastes.

It started innocently enough.

No. That is not true. There is nothing ‘innocent’ when a man married over 40 years to the same woman routinely searches for a dominant female partner. Over the years I have used newspapers, the phone book (remember those?), magazines and now, of course, the internet. So let me begin again, more honestly.

From my earliest memories, I have been sexually stimulated by thoughts and images of older, voluptuous and authoritative women. At age 66 I remain the same. My wife, stimulating and compatible in almost every other way, does not share my sexual predilections. And so, our sex life had dwindled to nothing – my fault entirely.

On that early afternoon in November, as I drove thru the rural roads of Central Florida, I was aware of my level of anticipation and anxiety as I approached the meeting place designated by Doreen – the parking lot of her local McDonald’s. Her online profile said she was searching for a respectful, obedient man who longed to serve a mature, voluptuous Mistress. I thought I might be that man.

I arrived in the parking lot early, emailed Doreen and described myself, including my purple polo shirt. I felt strange just hanging in the parking lot, but Doreen had chosen this very public place for our first interview, so I waited.

About ten minutes later a dark green Toyota pulled next to me. The window opened and I recognized the distinguished looking older woman as Doreen.

“Are you Frank?” she asked directly.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Follow me to my car,” she said.

She seemed used to being in control and my cock began to move in my pants. I followed her to her parking space, some distance from the restaurant entrance. She stayed in the car, so I moved to the driver’s side. She looked at me, than at her car door, than at me again.

Her intent suddenly dawned on me – so I opened her car door and offered my hand.

She took it, using me to gently lift her to her feet. With an impassive look on her face and staring me directly in my eyes she said, “Thank you, Frank.”

We stood like that for several seconds before Doreen raised her right eyebrow slightly and I again, belatedly, realized what was expected of me. I closed her car door. I offered Doreen my arm, her eyebrow lowered, she took my arm and we began walking to the restaurant entrance.

As we approached, Doreen steered us to table out front, “We’ll sit here.” It was one of those concrete tables with concrete benches and a firm plastic yellow umbrella.

“Get me a large coffee and bring two sugars and two creams. Get something for yourself. Then we’ll talk.”

“Yes,” was all I said as I walked into the restaurant with my orders.

In the few minutes I stood in line, gave my order and waited for our drinks, I tried to compose myself and assess Doreen and what the last few minutes might mean.

Yes, she looked like her online images. Tall (5’10”), a well proportioned 150#, short salt and pepper hair, some facial wrinkles on a very handsome face bespoke her 75 years. Dressed in a tight pink sweater which accentuated her large breasts, tight fitting black slacks which accentuated her long, muscular legs ending in bare feet within flats. Her eyes – grey green, intense, smart – both attracted me and disturbed me. Doreen’s physical presence, attitude and behavior were no nonsense. She was a beautiful woman used to being in charge.

I was aroused yet cautious when I returned to Doreen, drinks in hand.

As I began sitting across the table from her, she looked up, frowned slightly and motioning to the seat beside her said, “Sit here, Frank.”

I did.

I took a sip from my iced tea while Doreen prepared her coffee.

Finished, she took a sip, placed her cup on the table and simultaneously looked me directly in the eye and placed her right hand midway on my left thigh. I started slightly, causing Doreen to smile.

“Tell me about yourself, Frank.”

Her words were simultaneously an invitation and a command.

To this day I have no idea why I decided to be completely truthful with this strange, mature, attractive woman.

“My name is Frank Johnson. I am 66 years old, a retired physician. I am married, but she does not know I am here, so I need to be very careful – no marks on my body, no intense scents.”

With a strong grip Doreen began to move her hand slowly up my thigh – in daylight, in front of McDonald’s – kneeding my muscles as she said, “I understand.”

I continued despite the simultaneous growing senses of arousal and panic.

“I have always been attracted to older, voluptuous, controlling women. My fantasies have always been about being sexually dominated completely by such a woman. My wife of over 40 years escort bayan does not share these fantasies. So we gradually stopped having sex about five years ago. All my fault I know.”

During my entire confession Doreen held my eyes captive and continued to work her strong, old hand slowly up my thigh until it just brushed my now hard cock.

“I have very little experience. I have tried professional ladies in the past, but I am not satisfied. I want to serve one lady completely, permanently – but I don’t want to lose my family. I am sort of a mess.”

Almost as an afterthought I blushingly admitted, “I am only modestly endowed.”

“Good start Frank. Thanks for your honesty. In exchange, I will be completely honest with you.”

I don’t know whether I was more pleased with her praise or with the fact that her hand was now squeezing my hard cock against my thigh eliciting considerable pleasure and the dawning flashes of discomfort, even pain.

“I am married. My husband knows and encourages my domination of other men. He will have no sexual part to play in our relationship. He will not be in my home when you are there.”

“I like to control men. The more control I have over a man, the happier I become. I like sex and will train you to serve me as I want. I like to inflict physical pain on my submissive men and I will train you to serve me as I want. You will always be able to leave, whenever you want. But, if you leave me before I dismiss you, you will never see me again.”

“Some men ‘disappear’ after a session or two. Those that stay soon find they can’t leave – they don’t want to leave – being separated from me becomes their worst nightmare. They become addicted to me. They beg for the pleasure only I can give them. They beg for the pain only I can give them. I sense by the yearning in your eyes, Frank, that you are one of the latter.”

“If you follow me home now, I will soon control you completely. Your only desire will be to please me, no matter the cost. Make no mistake Frank, I will enjoy controlling you, using you for my many dark pleasures. Even I don’t know what I will demand of you, but whatever I demand of you, you will obey, and you will love me for it.”

For the first time I saw Doreen’s grey green eyes flashing, full of passion, looking deeply into my very soul. She also tightened her grip on my thigh, increasing both the pleasure and pain.

“Also,” she added louder than I thought necessary, “I think I can find a use for your modest endowment.”

“You’ve been warned Frank. Will you follow me home now?” she asked, her eyes burning into mine.

“Yes,” I croaked.

“Yes Mistress!” she emphasized louder than before.

“Yes Mistress!” I answered.

“Good.”

“Do you use Viagra?” Doreen asked.

“No,” I answered, somewhat taken aback.

“OK. See you again soon Frank, as your Mistress!”

She smiled at me, knowingly and with affection. She gave me directions to her home. I escorted Doreen to her car, arm in arm, opened her car door, helped her in and gently closed the door. I walked briskly to my car.

I followed Doreen out of the rural Florida town where we had met and down a busy country road lined by several of the thousands of trailer parks which dot the Florida landscape. She pulled into one – pleasant, open, well maintained. This truly was a community – shuffle board, pool, post office, recreation center. The rows of neat, tidy manufactured homes and RV’s contained many residents enjoying the Florida sun – visiting, walking, cycling.

Doreen indicated the common area where I would park my car. Then, as instructed, I slowly followed Doreen to her home, noting the street, her place on it and an intricate wooden sign on the side of her house which read “Doreen and Bob Wheeler” – some very good craftsmanship I said to myself. Then, also as instructed, I returned to the common parking area to await Doreen’s call – my summons to serve her.

All the while I was trying to sort thru my emotions and impressions. Doreen was certainly a beautiful and sexually attractive woman. Her natural authoritative manner drew me to her. She seemed unbothered by my marriage or my lack of experience. But what to make of her ‘warning’? I could still just drive away.

My phone rang. It was Doreen. Decision time.

“You may now come to serve me, Frank,” she said in a casual tone.

“Yes, Doreen,” I answered.

“Yes, Mistress Doreen!” she replied with an edge in her voice.

“Yes, Mistress Doreen! I am sorry I forgot,” I answered nervously.

“I have ways to ‘help’ you remember Frank. I am waiting. Walk normally thru my community, but do not delay. When you arrive at my home – open the sliding glass door, enter my living room, close the sliding glass door, lock it and pull the blinds to exclude wandering eyes. Don’t keep me waiting,” Doreen said with purpose in her voice.

“Yes, Mistress Doreen,” I replied, somewhat shaken.

I locked my car and proceeded osmanbey escort to walk ‘normally’ thru this community of men and women largely my own age. They were uniformly friendly and I greeted them as I walked the three blocks to Doreen’s home. Many of the well kept homes had cars sporting northern state and Canadian license plates. Clearly this was a haven for ‘snowbirds’. As I approached, I noted that the car she had driven was not in her driveway. I assumed her husband, Bob, was away for the duration of my visit.

I mounted the three front steps of Doreen’s front wooden deck and opened the sliding glass door. I entered the living room, closed the door, locked it and pulled the blinds. It took several seconds to adjust to the diminished indoor light and to locate Doreen siting serenely on her sofa.

She had changed clothes – boy had she! I couldn’t help staring. She was dressed in a very short, black leather skirt which ended well above mid thigh. Her top was maroon with a partial flowered pattern – two strips of material crossing mid chest, separated my a maroon mesh, all of which emphasized her full, large breasts. Her feet were adorned by red, 4″ platform heeled sandals liberally studded with rhinestones. She was a vision and my cock responded accordingly.

Her clothes and her legs crossed provocatively at mid thigh emphasized Doreen’s impossibly long, toned, smooth legs – inviting speculation as to the treasures which awaited beneath her short, tight skirt.

My face must have betrayed my thoughts as a slight smile emerged on Doreen’s now blood red lips. Her lips matched her toenail polish, her fingernail polish and her shoes.

“Take off all your clothes Frank,” she said matter of factly. “Crawl with them to the wooden bin in the kitchen. Inside you will find a lock and a key on a gold chain. Place your clothes in the bin, lock it and crawl to me with the key and chain around your neck.”

No bravado. No threats. No rewards. Just simple instructions, simply given in an every day voice – the thought flashed thru my mind – Doreen must do this often.

Once more off balance, I began to take off my clothes – all of them. Doreen watched with interest and a mild hunger in her eyes. I descended to the floor to remove my socks and shoes. I clumsily carried my burden as I crawled along Doreen’s floor. I noticed the wooden chest for the first time. Made of solid oak, stained and lacquered, it had a solid clasp with a hinge to accommodate a lock. But its most amazing – and disturbing – feature, was the inscription burned artfully into the lid ‘Property of Ms Doreen’.

Almost in a trance, I gently opened the lid and found – as described – a small, sturdy brass lock and a brass key hung on a delicate gold chain. I removed these, placed my clothes neatly in the chest, closed the lid, inserted and closed the lock.

As I retraced my crawl across Doreen’s floor, chain and key dangling down, it occurred to me that I did not even know if the key I was obediently carrying to Doreen fit the lock I had just closed, trapping my clothes within the well built chest!

Approaching Doreen perched regally above me, I had an excellent view of her long legs – lightly tanned and well muscled – right leg crossed over left at the thigh – her beautiful foot encased in her provocative fuck me high heeled red shoe at my eye level. It was an arousing sight and my cock was by now very hard and very exposed.

“Kneel and spread your legs”, Doreen said.

I raised up and spread my legs. Doreen’s right foot nestled between my legs just inches below my completely exposed cock and balls.

From my new perspective I noticed three objects on the couch next to Doreen – a one inch wide leather collar fitted with two white metal D rings and a buckle thru which an opened lock – identical to the lock I had just closed on Doreen’s wooden chest – hung; a braided leather leash which could have doubled as a whip; and a riding crop.

Doreen noted my gaze and said, “Yes Frank, I intend to use my crop on you today.”

Without thinking I blurted out, “Please remember I can have no marks on …”

My objection was cut short as Doreen’s right leg muscles tightened under her smooth skin and launched her foot directly into my balls and cock.

I gasped with shock and pain.

Doreen hissed in obvious anger, “Don’t you dare lecture me!”

Her leg muscles contracted again and shot her foot into my groin a second time.

Again I gasped with shock and pain. Stunned, I did not even move to protect myself from Doreen’s assault.

“I am old,” Doreen stated proudly.

Her leg moved in the now familiar painful pattern as her foot and shoe crashed a third time into my cock and balls.

Barely able to breathe, unable or unwilling to protect myself, I knelt before Doreen docile with tears welling in my eyes and spilling down my cheeks.

“I am not deaf. I remember everything. I agreed to return you to escort mecidiyeköy your wife unmarked. I am a woman of my word,” Doreen intoned in a less agitated voice.

As suddenly as the storm had erupted on Doreen’s remarkably beautiful face it passed, replaced by pleasure and affection.

Seeing my tears, Doreen uncrossed her legs spreading them wide – her short, tight black skirt riding even higher on her magnificent thighs. She sat up and motioned me closer – she sitting on the edge of her couch, legs widespread, me just inches from Doreen’s most expressive face.

Doreen’s right hand reached out and plucked some tears from my cheek. “I love causing tears in my submissive men,” she said smiling. “Share them with me.”

She held forth her finger containing the clear fluid of my pain. She lowered her face towards mine. As her lips approached mine she placed her finger between them. Slowly opening her full red lips, her tongue reached for my tears, her eyes inviting me to do the same. I did. Our tongues met and jointly licked my tears and her finger. Doreen’s smile broadened slightly.

Reaching down with her left hand she cupped my sore balls gently rolling them in her long, strong, bony fingers.

“Are these sore Frank?” she asked softly, her breath playing upon my expectant face.

“Yes Mistress,” I answered staring into her grey green eyes.

“Good,” she said with satisfaction. “Their soreness will help you remember my place in your world”.

Then, glancing down, still massaging my balls, she stared at my rigid cock.

“Your little penis seems to have enjoyed my kicks!” Doreen grinned. “I told you I would find a use for your ‘modest endowment’ .”

Taking the finger which so recently collected my tears, Doreen gently swabbed the underside of my straining cock collecting a dollop of my viscous precum. She raised it to the space between our lips, looked into my eyes and nodded slightly. She was ‘suggesting’ we share this new treat as we had shared my tears. My eyes widened. It had never occurred to me sample my own precum. But Doreen was clearly, silently insistent. Our lips met at her finger, our tongues touching as we both licked the thin jelly like substance from her finger. Still looking directly into my widened eyes, Doreen gently pushed her finger into my mouth and said, “Lick it Frank. Lick it clean for me.”

I did.

The taste was surprisingly bland, a touch salty.

She pulled her finger from my mouth. I relinquished it with regret. Doreen sat upright. I continued kneeling between her heavenly legs. She smiled. She took the collar from her side and presented it to me.

“This is the collar you will wear for me Frank. It is a symbol of your total subservience and complete obedience to me. I will place it around your neck to symbolize my acceptance of you as my submissive. You will not touch it. Only I will take it off – when I choose. While you wear my collar, you will obey me without question, without hesitation and without attitude. Now beg me to collar you Frank,” Doreen said in a kindly but matter of fact tone.

Once again I looked into the grey green eyes which had captured me and begged, “Please Mistress Doreen. Do me the honor and give me the pleasure of fastening your collar around my neck.”

“Kiss it first Frank,” she said.

I did.

She smiled as she fitted the collar around my neck, snuggly but comfortably. It was soft leather which felt smooth on my skin.

Doreen then took the small brass lock, identical to the one which held my clothes in her box, and held it in front of me.

“Only my special submissives are allowed to be locked into my collar. Would you like to be one of them?” Doreen asked.

“Yes Mistress,” I replied.

“Then kiss it Frank,” she said as she held the lock in the palm of her hand.

I did, feeling both a touch of fear and a touch of pride.

Doreen slipped the lock thru the buckle and snapped it shut. The sound seemed very loud in her quiet living room. She then clicked the braided leather leash to one of the D rings on her collar.

“Give me the key,” Doreen said.

I had momentarily forgotten about the key hanging by the slender gold chain around my neck. Without thought or hesitation, I bowed my head and gently lifted the chain and key over my head. I extended the chain over Doreen’s head and gently placed it around her neck. The key nestled deep within her delectable cleavage, shining brightly.

Doreen returned her look to me, leaned forward and said simply, “Kiss ME now Frank!”

My cock jumped as I too leaned forward to eagerly touch my lips to hers.

It was unlike any kiss I had ever experienced. Doreen’s lips were full, soft and insistent. We worked each others lips, probing, tasting. Our lips slowly opened together and our tongues met, each jabbing urgently into the mouth of the other. We orally fenced staring unwaveringly into each other’s eyes. Passion for this voluptuous women gradually overcame my caution and I slowly began caressing each of Doreen’s smooth, full thighs.

Our eyes and lips seared each other. Doreen raised her hands to the sides of my head and began controlling her oral assault upon me. Breaking our kiss, she sensuously licked from my mouth to my ear hissing quietly, “You are completely mine now Frank.”

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