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This is my first submission, I hope you like it.

Oh and sorry that it’s this short, but it’s based on one of my short fantasies.

Of course I’ll write more if you people like it or I get another idea.

But now, have fun reading.

*****

I wake up, as I feel two nearly identical pairs of soft boobs slide slowly along my body. I hear two girls giggle and feel the bed shift a little as my beautiful friends “wake” me up with a simultaneous kiss on each of my cheeks. I slowly open my eyes and directly look into two angelic faces, a pair of light green eyes to my left, Sara, and a pair of pale blue ones on my right, Anna. Both with perfectly identical scarlet hair.

I nod and they immediately go to work, Sara starting to kiss me, her sweet tongue wrestling with mine as Anna moves our bed sheets away to reveal our naked bodies. She knows what she has to do with her masters morning wood, as she gently kisses the tip, licking her way down and back up, slowly sucking it inbetween her full lips, as I moan into her sisters sweet mouth. Anna slowly takes in more and more of me until she buries her perfect little nose into my trimmed pubes. As she starts to suck more on my manhood and to play with my balls, her sister moves onto me, not breaking our passionate kiss.

As Sara positions herself to align her sweet sanctuary with my spear, Anna lets go off me with a loud and naughty pop.

She proceeds to gently guide my well lubricated cock into her sisters pussy, her sister squealing in delight as she feels me filling her, finally breaking the kiss and moaning in a husky voice: “Thanks, sis.”

As she pushes herself upwards to start riding me. Her sister joins her and hugs her from behind, gently cupping her breasts with one hand as she teases the clit of her sister with the other, gently kissing her neck, sucking on it so it leaves a mark on her pale as they both rock up and down an ever increasing pace. My hands gently grab Anna’s soft and bubbly butt and the other supple breast of her sister. Encouraging them both without escort acıbadem words to move faster. Soon Sara can’t resist our combined assault any longer as she cums, spasming and pouring out her sweet nectar all over my crotch, after which she rolls off me and leaves me to her sister as she catches her breath.

Anna, now needing to be filled doesn’t wait for my approval as she immediately starts to ride my manhood hard and fast, ramming herself over and over again against my crotch, gyrating her hips and cupping her breasts, as I grab both her buttcheeks with my hands, pulling them apart and letting go off them again and again, making her butt jiggle for her sister. Soon Anna spasms too and cums as I fill her up with my own cum. Soon all three of us cuddle against each other as we doze off.

I wake up, alone, hearing the shower and I assume that the twins are showering. Then I hear a moan, I get up and go into the bathroom. Entering it I see two nude girls in the shower, Sara, I presume, frightened and shivering, whilst the other, Anna, quivers and moans, as she holds the shower head between her legs. Then I hear her moan again, louder, I see her collapse and spasm. It’s obvious that she is having an orgasm.

I nod to Sara, who pulls her back up and guides her out of the shower, rubbing her dry and then drying herself. I grab Anna’s hair, yank her up and she’s barely able to stand.

I say: “What were the rules again?”

Anna answers, stuttering: ” F-first, do-don’t wear clothes unless ne-necessary. S-second, only pleasure our master and ourselves. T-third, d-don’t m-masturbate u-unless w-we are allowed to… I am sorry, master, d-don’t p-punish me, please…”

I see a single tear forming in her eyes, as she fights with the knowledge that I will punish her.

“You broke the rules, Anna, you need to be punished. ” I say, in a tone of a disappointed father, not like an angry master. I add: “Sara, bring her to the room and tie her up like last time.”

I escort bağdat caddesi turn around and leave the bathroom. A smile on my lips as I go to the kitchen to make myself a coffee.

Later, a while after Sara returned, I ask her: “Did you turn off the lights in there?”

She answers: “I did, master.”

I smile as I get up, Sara kneeling in front of me.

“Well then, let’s punish that naughty girl.” I say, immediately going out of the room as Sara follows me obediently.

I go down a flight of stairs and open a heavy door, it always amazes me that the girls can close it. I enter the dark and soundproof room, hearing a girl whimper and an aroused scent filling the air. I use the light switch and can see Anna. She’s tied up, her feet barely touching the ground, her legs spread, her arms high above her head. I can also see, and smell, her arousal, her nipples are hard and her pussy is dripping wet. Small droplets of either water or her sweat run down her legs, her eyes closed. Knowing her punishment will be harsh.

“Sara, would you kindly get me some icy water?”

I say as I start to walk around Anna. She looks beautiful like this, her long scarlet hair reaching the small of her back, her bubbly butt straining and keeping her standing. Her long legs stretched out and spread. Her boobs protruding out from the side of her back, just a bit saggy. I stop and grab her butt, a whimper is coming from Anna, fearing the coming pain as I raise my hand and slap her left buttcheek hard. She moans in pleasure and discomfort as I slap her right buttcheek too, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin. I go to her front. Her face flushed red, her eyes a bit teary and some strands of her hair hanging into her face.

I ask: “What are you Anna?”

“I’m your slave, master!” She cries out.

I grab her face and come closer, turning her head to face me.

“Why have you broken my rules then?”

I slap her and harshly grab her boobs. “You’re escort kozyatağı a slut not a slave, Anna, you crave pleasure, not to serve me.”

I pinch her nipples. “You’re a terrible liar, Anna.” I start to pull her nipples as I twist them.

“I…hmm…am sorry, master!” I let go off her boobs to grab into her crotch, finding her to be very wet.

“This turns you on, you submissive slut, doesn’t it?”

Anna only nods at that and moans.

Just as Sara enters the room, a bowl filled with water and ice cubes in her hands, I turn away from Anna. I grab a cane and swing it at her thighs. Wincing in pain she jerks up and suddenly only hangs at her wrists. She drops down again and is barely able to steady herself on her toes as I grab an ice cube and rub it against her nipples. I grab another ice cube and rub both ice cubes against her nipples, twisting and turning them as Anna moans in pleasure.

I say: “Sara, would you please take an ice cube or two and do what I just did?”

Sara nods and immediately follows my command as I back up and move behind Anna, yank back her hair and force open her mouth. I push in one ice cube, onto her tongue, and proceed to rub the other along her lower lips.

I know she loves this as she moans and bucks more and more and I deny her an orgasm and say: “You already got one, you naughty girl.”

I start to finger her with my cold fingers, and rub the nearly molten ice cube against her butthole, lubricating it well and preparing her for the next step. “You know where dirty sluts get fucked, don’t you, Sara? Tell me again, I forgot.” I say.

Sara answers: “Yes, sir, dirty sluts get fucked into their assholes without mercy. Preferably in a sex dungeon and by their twin sister with a strap on.” She giggles after the last part, knowing full well that it’ll please me to see that.

“Yes, Sara, they do deserve that.” I answer and hand a strap on to my obedient slave, nodding and smiling.

She slips on the strap on and pushes it against her twin sisters butthole, gently pushing in and moaning.

She says, with an apologetic but lustful tone: “I am so sorry, sis, but master says it’s necessary. ”

Anna just moans in discomfort as I take her face in my hand and tell her: “We’re going to fuck your disobedience out of you, slut.”

I slap her and leave her there, together with Sara, knowing that she’ll get the pounding she deserves.

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A low sigh escapes my lips as I emerge from a deep slumber, my mind seemingly wrapped in a fog. A predawn chill embraces my nude form, causing a shiver to run through me. My wrists are bound above and behind my head; my legs are drawn up to my sides, leaving me exposed. My eyes register only darkness, adding to my sense of trepidation. The measured approach of high heels, accompanied by the faint yet tantalizing scent of perfume, nears. I can feel your presence as you ultimately arrive at the foot of the bed. I strain at my bindings, struggling futilely, eliciting a giggle from your lips. “Don’t worry, Kitten,” you whisper, “I won’t hurt you – not too much, anyway.”

You trail a fingertip lightly along my shaft, up my stomach to my chest, resting your hand upon my heart. It throbs against your palm, strong and rapid. I anxiously turn my head to and fro, confused by my inability to see. Your free hand fumbles around with something behind my head, and then you tug away my blindfold. Attempts to open my eyes are greeted by sharp, glaring light. I shut them with a groan, as you lean forward and place a kiss on each eyelid. “Relax, honey,” you whisper as you step away. I hear something being drawn open, followed by the sound of rummaging for an object unseen. “Mmmm, this is perfect…!” you exclaim as you return to me. After waiting a few moments, I slowly open my eyes, letting my vision drift around the space. I come to the realization we are in your bedroom, the morning sun drifting in through the escort bostancı open windows, the curtains swaying in an early summer breeze. I am woven into an intricate web of red nylon rope, immobilizing me.

Turning my gaze to the foot of the bed, I can finally see my mysterious yet beautiful tormentor. You stand before me, wearing a frilled black corset, silken opera gloves, and Victorian ankle boots. My eyes take in your supple form; Smooth, creamy skin, your neatly trimmed womanhood, perfectly formed breasts rising and falling with each lust-filled breath you take. Your sultry, crystalline eyes gaze into my very soul as you grin in anticipation. Bringing your hands out from behind your back, I can finally see what it was you were searching so eagerly for.

You ease yourself into a leather harness and adjust the buckles, the straps indenting your flesh. Jutting out from the base of your rig, a slick latex dildo transposes upon you the aura of some hermaphroditic fertility goddess of pagan myth. You roll a condom down the shaft of your pseudo-phallus, followed by gently slipping a lubricant slickened fingertip up in me. The action catches me off-guard, causing me to gasp as I attempt to pull away from you.

“Easy, baby doll,” you coo softly as you slowly work the digit in and out, coaxing my lower body to relax. To my surprise, a tingling sensation begins welling up deep inside my swollen balls, my body flushing with arousal. escort tuzla The blood rushes to my cock until it stands fully erect, a tumescent, curved member, the blood-engorged veins curved about it like vines round the trunk of a tree. A smile lights up your angelic face as you tease the swollen head, watching it twitch. You then position yourself between my thighs, the tip of your dong teasing my entrance.

Flexing your hips, you carefully work your tool into me, pressing in each time I take a breath until you’ve inserted your full length to the hilt. You watch me tense and shudder, then relax, my breathing slows. Laying yourself atop my body, you allow me to get used to having you up inside me, my hardened shaft pressing urgently against your stomach, my scent reminding you of warm summer evenings. Your tongue trails a moist path from my chest, up my neck to my chin, and upon my lips, followed by a soft yet demanding kiss.

Slowly you begin flexing your probe in and out, building a rhythm. I feel myself opening up further to you, giving myself over to your ministrations. My cock begins throbbing painfully, seeking release, as you begin picking up the tempo. Harder and faster you ram your toy into me, spearing my guts. “Do you like the way I fuck you, baby?” you hiss, your motions causing the harness to rub against your swollen clit.

Time seems to slow as we become one, a single, pulsating, erotic entity. Morning becomes afternoon, escort göztepe the heat of the day and our combined exertions causing rivulets of sweat to course down our bodies, bathing us in a hot, salty film. “Kitten, I’m going to cum….” you gasp as you slam your rubber cock harder and harder inside me, your clit tingling and twitching with each stroke. Your hardened nipples rub incessantly against my chest, my turgid member aching for release against your delicate flesh.

With a banshee’s wail and convulsive heave you explode, the nectars of Eve coursing along your inner thighs, soaking into the sheets beneath us. “Please Mistress, let me cum,” I whisper, my every pore afire. You lean back, grasping my hardened stalk in your silky hand and gently pull back the foreskin. My body tightens and arches, a deep grunt escaping my lips as my beautiful lover frees my pent-up passions. Thick, ropy streams of cum erupt from my engorged head; hot, pearlescent strands pooling across my stomach and chest to my neck, burning me.

Your eyes widen as spurt after spurt continues emanating from me until at last, with a final twitch, my organ begins softening under your grasp. You collapse on top of me, your she-cock still inside; a worn, satiated look in your eyes as your lips touch mine. “Sleep now, baby doll. I’ll clean you up,” you whisper, finally pulling your defiling tool out slowly. As I drift off, I can feel your tongue exploring my neck as you begin licking my cum off me, working your way slowly downward; savoring my taste, inhaling the raw musk of our lovemaking.

Awakening later that evening, I find I am no longer bound, my body bearing only the marks where the ropes had bitten into my skin, my joints stiff and sore. Upon the pillow next to mine, lay a single, long-stem red rose, its thorns pricking softly into the fabric.

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I have been intending to inflict this nasty bit of fucking upon my lover for a while now. The thinking and planning phases are finished now and I am ready and waiting for him.

At his knock I throw open the door and pull him inside shutting the door and double locking it. He gasps with surprise at my strength and urgency as I forcibly shove him back against the door. I pull off his clothes and shrug off my dressing gown and when we are both naked, I slam my body against his. My greedy open mouth begins to feed on his, sucking and biting his lips and sucking his tongue with a fierce urgency.

My hands go wild, touching and feeling every part of his body until his cock is fully erect — a hot poker pressing into my stomach. My cunt, wet in anticipation, fills the room with its ripe odor. I smear my hand with my cunt juice and wipe his mouth with my juices and go back to ravenously feeding on his mouth.

My lover is no coward. He knows this will be a crazy ride and he is totally into it offering no resistance. I pull his arms over his head and dive face first into each armpit sucking and biting there. The manly smell of his pits is fuel to my sex-driven engine and my flowing cunt juices begin to run down my legs. I grab his nipple rings as my mouth slides down to his cock, escort ataşehir which I take fully into my mouth. He grabs and pulls my hair as I suck his cock exerting pressure on it with my teeth. My hands stay on his nip rings, which I pull and twist as I suck his twitching cock, causing him to cry out in pain and pleasure. I am whimpering and moaning with frenzied lust and could finish him like this, but that is way too easy.

Under this assault, his knees are buckling and I use this momentum to pull him to the floor where I spit on his cock and proceed to straddle him and fuck him with my legs wound tightly around him. I grab his hair, as I bounce up and down on his cock slamming my ass against his legs. I direct his hands to my tits with their fully erect nipples and tell him, “Pull them, you bastard. Hard. Hurt me.” Screaming with pain, I straddle-fuck him and bite his lower lip till I draw blood, smearing both his face and mine with bright crimson liquid. I suck up his saliva and blood as I bounce wildly on his lap.

His glazed eyes and arching back tell me he may be close to orgasm so I pull myself off his cock, slide backward on his legs and stand up. His anguished look says it all. I laugh, knowing he doesn’t want escort pendik me to stop, but it is too early to finish this game. I am a feverish and single-minded woman operating with a brute strength which totally shocks me. I pull him up from the floor, throw him to the bed and command him to get up on his knees, doggy-style and spread his ass cheeks.

I come up behind him, inspect his asshole, push my mouth to it and kiss it passionately. Then I suck it with whorish abandon. At the same time I reach under him and pull his balls firmly toward me. With my other hand I begin to stretch his cock, which is wet with my cunt juices. Pulling my head back I see his asshole open and close again and push my mouth back in there, sucking his hole, then looking at it and diving back in for more. Suddenly I insert my tongue as far as it will go and start to rapid-fire fuck him. As my tongue goes in and out of his hole, he can feel my sweaty breasts pushing against his buttocks.

My lover’s legs are trembling now. He is moaning and crying out, his body covered with perspiration. His balls are tightening and my hand is covered with his pre-cum so I know this sucker is going to blow any second. For my part, the excitement of this full-on escort ümraniye fucking has my cunt throbbing with need and my clit fully erect. But we are not there quite yet.

I pull away from him and he collapses to the bed begging me for more. I straddle him, eyeball him and say, “Ok, baby. Assfuck me and finish us both.” He slides from under me, grabs my ass and slowly inserts his nearly purple, throbbing cock into my black hole. I can feel his balls hitting my cunt as he moves his cock in and out of my ass. I scream with every movement of his cock in there. I am sobbing. My mouth is dripping saliva. My nose is running and my legs quaking. I can feel his sweat dripping on my back. The room is filled with the smell of our sweaty bodies and sex juices.

I begin to rub my magic button. It won’t take much to bring my stiff clit to orgasm so that we will with certainty explode together. We are shouting out now, swearing against god and nature and moaning with the extremity of this depraved fucking. We yell out as we cum with full force. His hips bucking, I feel his warm cum flood my ass and wet both of us. I feel my cum squirt against him and run down my legs. I am still on my knees, my head resting on my hands. His spent body is draped over my back like a rug, his arms dangling down. After a few minutes, I slide out from under his sweaty, trembling body. As I do so he tumbles to the bed like a sack of potatoes.

Lying next to him, I pull him toward me brushing his wet matted hair from his eyes. Then I notice it. There is a little smile on his lips, which I tenderly kiss. “Jesus Christ, baby…” he whispers hoarsely.

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Gnome hailed a cab going uptown, wiping his nose at the same time with his latest eviction notice.

As the Gnome got in, he noticed the driver staring at him speculatively in the mirror. Gnome took little notice of this, his mind on his latest graphic novel.

Suddenly, the cabbie spoke up in a somewhat grotesque southern accent.

“Hey, you know a guy called Magnus?”

“Mmh? Magnus?” Gnome shook his fat head, and bent to look at the driver.

“I know you, you’re called the Gnome”

Ah yes. Mother scrawled that on my birth certificate before nose-diving off the Central West End Obstetrics roof onto the traffic congested area where Skimpole Avenue met Buttermilk Boulevard…Was it my oddly shaped head that made her-

Reverie interrupted. “You, um go to a group called the Tawse Society? I know you do.”

Gnome shifted in the back seat.

Ah yes, the Tawse group.

The Gnome had gone to a few meetings of this BDSM group that was advertised in a local free weekly. When he’d realized the attendees were your basic normal types, or even a little geekier than normal…

Kind of like a bad Sci-Fi convention?

Gnome had been grossly disappointed. he’d hoped it would be more of the grist of his masturbatory mill, tall, mocking high chested beauties stalking around on high heel, but it wasn’t.

They had “Win A Paddle” raffles and that kind of thing. Ugh.

The few vaguely attractive people at Tawse were quite cliquish, and had their own “only hottie” parties. So it was like high school…que sera sera.

Why couldn’t it have been like it would’ve on a TV show? Everyone gorgeous, except Gnome.

Fascinating, of course that even the most grotesque gatherings, pervert groups, 12 Step programs, even grief counseling, always had the “cool table” people. Oh well.

Gnome had been court-ordered to a lot of weird shit, and it was always this way, but the Tawse Society was even stranger.

The women who looked as if they’d be vaguely dominant, the ones who headed up “Ageplay” committees and that kind of thing were often submissives.

Gnome was beginning to realize, just before he quit Tawse, that there were men who got off on submitting to women…

And women who got off on submitting to women, women who got off on submitting to men and women who liked dominating women…

And men who liked dominating women…but there were few women who were sexually enthralled by dominating men.

It almost seemed as if the few women who were “dominant” were so homely that the only reason they did it was to entrap a submissive husband, or any man at all.

So Gnome had given up the Tawse Society, preferring to onanise at home.

But this driver, an ex-Tawse, apparently couldn’t shut up about it. He looked like John-Boy Walton after a nuclear explosion.

Since Gnome actually didn’t have the fare for the ride anyway, he thought he might as well be magnanimous.

“Ah, yes. I’m the Gnome. I’ve seen you at the Tawse escort kurtköy Society, good to see you again, old bean.”

Gnome had actually seen the guy once at one of the uh, expos. Big demonstration with selling leather crap. He’d seen this cabbie, he realized…

The John-Boy had put his wrists and neck into a colonial stock and the sales person had locked it, and then forgotten about John-Boy Walton and wandered off to talk to some leather clad waitresses.

“Y’all don’t go to the Tawse anymore, uh, Gnome?”

“No. It’s-it wasn’t much fun really I think I had one interesting back and forth with a girl who dressed like Wednesday Addams, but it’s not my thing.”

The driver was full of mea culpas.

“Yeah, they mostly ignored me there too. Especially that Magnus guy. He’s a big shot there, you know.”

“Oh, Magnus, the military guy. Kind of chunky. Yes, I’ve noticed he gets his ass kissed a lot. At one of the parties, some chick asked him to run a knife over her nipples.”

The driver sighed. “Right. Don’t no one want to hang out afterwards with me, especially Magnus. I called him an asshole, real loud in the parking lot, but he didn’t hear me.”

The driver coughed. “I was payin’ a Mistress to spank me and keep me in a chastity belt for a while. I even paid for two male hustlers so she could order me to suck them off, but then I said to her, I said ‘Gail, I want a real relationship’ but she was all about the-“

“Yes, women can be very mercenary, I know it’s hard.”

“My name is Neville Norbert Blenkinsopp? And I know, you’re Gnome.”

I hate making involuntary friends, the Gnome thought. But again, he wouldn’t be paying the fare, and it might as well be a diplomatic situation.

“Yes, Neville, I’ve had the same experience. I’ve never met someone who could be a potential partner at the Tawse Society, though I did meet a pair of sister-in-laws who offered to get together with me and do a caning.”

“Sister-in-laws?”

“Yup, they told their husbands that they were going to Al-Anon meetings. One of them, Marcia, wanted to meet me in a house she was selling, and spank me, but I dropped the ball.”

“So are you a dominant or submissive mostly, Gnome?”

“I met a fat girl at Match.com and she told ME she liked being spanked and tied up, but she didn’t go to any groups. I did like giving her over the knee whippings with a wooden paddle she bought me.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I’d spank her and then twist her clit reaching under her legs as she was over my knee…she’d cum and then she’d blow me.”

“Damn.”

“Yes. I was attaching clothespins to her nipples, and all that. It was the only way she could get off, but unfortunately she was more attracted to Masters who are employed.”

The Gnome realized that he hadn’t even given Neville an address to be driven to, and now couldn’t remember why he’d gotten in the taxi in the first place.

“Yeah, I wish escort beykoz I could just be someone’s bitch.”

Gnome now sat up a bit. “Is it a girl you want, Neville, to dominate you like before?”

“No, just anybody, really.”

Carefully, Gnome responded. “I’d love to get ahold of a naughty boy, even make him suck my dick.” Gnome was somewhat uncomfortable about this idea, but he found himself aroused by this hick cabbie.

Neville almost stopped the cab. “Really? You want to punish me too? I live about four blocks from here.”

Neville’s house was a bit vulgar, the Gnome thought. There was one of those velvet bullfighter posters on the wall.

But it was a house. And Gnome was going to be transient soon. The Gnome’s Seinfeld-ish friends loved him, and didn’t mind small loans, or even picking up the restaurant check, but were evasive about putting him up.

“So you own a house, but you drive a cab?”

“I used to live here with my mother, and she left it to me.” Neville said. “I was s’posed to go to computer school, but it um-“

“I was supposed to finish elementary school, but after you figure out the letters and numbers, it was fairly tedious.” The Gnome wiped his brow at the memory.

They stood in the living room awkwardly, and then Neville went to the closet and brought out a short whip, about two and a half feet long.

“Mama used this on us when I forgot the dishes. I told her that twenty-six was too old to get a lickin’ but she would whip me till I run off into the kitchen to do the job.”

“That’s terrible. Very abusive” Gnome said, his cock growing in his pants.

Neville handed the whip to Gnome. “It’s called a quirt. One of Mama’s boyfriends told her it would keep me in line.”

Neville paused. “My brother and sister moved out fast, they hated the corporal punishment, but of course Mama is old fashioned. So I lived here till Mama died and left me the house.”

“Wow.

“My daddy is more modern than Momma. He got ah, um, gender re-assignment and is a lounge singer called Shebelle now, over in Vegas.”

“Neville, you are a stand-up tragedian. Let’s see that quirt.”

The Gnome fingered the short whip. “This place doesn’t look like you clean it too much, Neville.”

“No, sir.”

Sir?

Neville hung his head. “I just watch a lot of porn and drive my cab, and cash my trust fund checks. I really need some firm guidance.”

Gnome began a fervent belief in a Higher Power. “Well, it’s shameful how cluttered this place is.” Of course the Gnome’s apartment would make this place resemble an operating theater, but never mind.

“Neville” Gnome’s voice shook a bit, as Neville physically could have easily kicked his ass “This room is a disgrace. Take down your-your breeches.”

Perhaps I went too far. I’m five-four and he’s about seven feet tall.

Neville looked down at the Gnome silently, and the Gnome wondered if he was going to escort üsküdar be murdered. Murdered in a perv accident, like David Carradine.

Or Bob Crane from “Hogan’s Heroe’s” I’ll die like them-oh wait, he’s unsnapping his jeans.

The Gnome became excited, watching Neville undress, but wondered if he was turning gay. Here, he was pulling his pants down, and then Neville gave Gnome a desperate look.

“Don’t make me take down my underpants too, sir.”

The Gnome climbed on Neville’s coffee table and slapped the cabbie’s face.

“Don’t you talk back to me, boy. Take down those tightie-whities. I wish the neighborhood girls were here to see what a bad boy you are.”

Damn, listen to all that coming out of my mouth, the Gnome thought.

He still may kill me. Could Drew Carey play me on “America’s Most Wanted”?

Neville bit his lip and reluctantly pulled down his underpants. And oh wow, Neville Norbert Blenkinsopp’s dick bounced around. It had probably been hard since he was in the cab.

“I ought to cut that filthy thing off, I know what you do with it all day.” Gnome said, in mock outrage.

“Yes, sir.” Neville turned bright red and stared at the floor.

“You could be cleaning this apartment up, making your Master-“

“-You’re my Daddy”

Who the hell’s in charge here? Ah yes, the trust-fund checks.

“You could be making your daddy proud, but you are a worthless little cur.”

Neville’s lower lip began trembling.

Shit, I don’t want him to have a nervous breakdown. But his cock is still really hard. Oh, shit, he’s touching it.

“Take your filthy hands off your wee-wee. Bend over the arm of the couch!”

The Gnome hopped off the coffee table and cracked the quirt authoritatively.

“Y-yes sir.” Neville bent over the arm of the couch as directed, and now the Gnome was staring at Neville’s pale, pimply ass.

Gnome lifted the quirt and swung it lightly across Neville’s bottom.

“Sir, you can hit harder, I deserve it.”

“You most certainly do!”

The Gnome used the quirt on Neville’s buttocks until his arm was tired, and Neville was sobbing. Inspired, the Gnome instructed Neville to spin and place his penis on the arm of the couch.

“I’ll cure you of this disgusting masturbation habit!”

It amazed the Gnome that Neville didn’t even jump when the quirt landed on his hard cock the first time. It almost made it even more erect, and that was wild.

Neville took ten whacks on his penis before he began crying harder, and then Master Gnome ordered him to drop to his knees, and rub himself.

Neville was terribly drawn to the fat little man he’d picked up in his cab, and he wanted to suck his new Master’s dick very badly. Gail, his paid Mistress had run many a strap-on in Neville’s mouth, and then she’d had him suck off the hustlers.

“Sir, will you allow me to service you before I masturbate to orgasm?”

Finally, the Gnome nodded assent, and although he had a disappointingly small penis, and not very clean, Neville took it in his mouth and sucked until the Gnome shot off.

Then, the Gnome pulled up his pants and took the quirt and whipped poor Neville, chasing him into the bathroom, and made Neville dunk his head in the toilet several times while masturbating himself…

It was a glorious evening!

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“Dammit, this place is beautiful! Like something out of a book!” Sienna peered out the window at the square, two-story building. The driving rain and darkness would’ve obscured most details if not for our proximity, but with the perimeter lights on and the car parked next to the stairs, the gorgeous building came into focus. It was constructed of rough-hewn stone block, vines crawling across most surfaces. The roof was copper sheeting, and the windows – strangely only on the second floor- were ornately shuttered and barred. A high stone fence – also vine-covered – shielded the entire backyard from prying eyes, extending from the back of the house down to the waterfront.

It looked like a castle.

I’d booked the weekend with the resort’s – literally The Resort – management, shown the vouchers upon arrival on the ground, and received the key to the cabin. I was slightly damp from getting in and out of the vehicle, and contemplating how soaked I was going to be carrying luggage in.

Sienna meanwhile looked mouthwatering as always. She was wearing the short, low-necked, sequined gold dress from New Year’s Eve, and had done her makeup and nails in an almost blackish-red for maximum contrast with her fair skin and platinum blonde hair. I wasn’t planning on making her carry anything, especial with those high heels stretching her toned legs. Dammit, she was hot.

I reached over and gently turned her head towards me with two fingers on her chin.”See, what do you want here? You know what this place is, right?”

She smiled softly. “I looked at the website.”

“Ok. I just want to make sure you don’t think this is just like…a hotel or something.”

“I know. And as for what I want…I want to know what it would be like if you OWNED me. If I was your PROPERTY. No freedom. No choice. No privacy. No safeword. Just you doing whatever you want to me.”

I sighed. “There’s always a safeword. It keeps things safe and sane.”

She shook her head. “Then I won’t use mine this weekend. And if I do, I want you to ignore it. I want you to be aggressive. Demanding. I want to see your dark side.” The whole time she’d been speaking she’d been curling closer to me, and I noticed her legs were pressed hard against each other, moving back and forth slightly as she concentrated on her own arousal.

This weekend had the potential to get out of hand.

It also had the potential to be a lot of fun.

I rushed our bags up the steps to the second floor in two trips, unlocking the door and setting them in the darkened room. Finally, I went back down and held my coat over Sienna’s head as she unsteadily climbed the stairs. With the door shut on the rainy night behind us, I finally turned on the light.

“Wow,” Sienna exclaimed, almost breathless.”I didn’t know places like this existed…”

Her words reminded me of Deirdre, and I pushed that memory out of my head before I got mad. The living room was decorated with an almost medieval theme, stone floor and walls, exposed wood beams overhead. The light fixtures were a cast-iron LED chandelier hanging from one beam and LED sconces on the walls. No TV, instead a massive fireplace faced by couches, and dark, heavy bookcases lined the walls. I had a feeling that if I checked the titles, I ‘d find a LOT of erotica. To our left was a descending staircase, and ahead a dark hallway led off into the rest of the cabin.

“Hey,” I said, and Sienna refocused her attention on me instantly.

“Yes.” I pulled her to me and kissed her. Hard and deep, her lips moving softly against mine and then parting for my tongue as desire ignited further. My hands roamed over her back and ass and finally she pulled away with a little gasp. “Please, Gary…”

“Please what?”

“Tell me what’s next. Make me… Just…” she gestured as she struggled futilely to explain what the lust in her needed.

“You really want what you told me in the car?”

See nodded. “Please. More than anything.”

I thought a moment about what I wanted to do next. About what she would want next. I felt rush of power in my head – it didn’t matter what she wanted. She wanted to be my property, my toy.

My slave.

It was an odd feeling. I’m usually a giving and responsible partner, and the idea of taking my partners wants and needs out of the equation was a little alien.

And more than a little arousing.

My mind ran to all the ways I could pleasure her. Hurt her. Control her. Pleasure MYSELF with her body.

“Wait here.” I carried the bags to the bedroom and momentarily gaped at the room. There was a massive four-post bed along one wall, the posts, head and footboards, and the supports crisscrossing under the canopy studded with attachment points. Straps were laid out on the bed, extending from underneath the mattress, awaiting cuffs. The nightstands and dresser were heavy wood, and the furnishings were as similarly medieval as the living room, cast iron and fur.

I peeked into the bathroom after dropping escort kadıköy the bags on the floor. More modern, tile instead of stone, with a deep, wide tub sunk into the floor against the back wall, a large, clear glass shower stall along the right wall, and toilet and vanity to the left. The vanity contained thick towels and washcloths, along with various wipes for after-sex cleanup, basic makeup supplies, and various bottles and faucet attachments for cleaning one’s various orifices.

I headed back to the living room, and Sienna smiled when she saw the leather I had in my hand. She knew the routine, and held out her arms for the wrist cuffs, lifted her feet one at a time when I knelt to buckle on the ankle cuffs, and then dropped to her knees before me and lifted her hair so that I could collar her. She stayed down even after I’d clipped the simple leash onto the ring set in the leather, and I took a moment to admire the way she looked on her knees. Then I have the lead a gentle tug. “Stand.”

She did so, and looked down, not meeting my eyes, hands clasped behind her back. “Why don’t you get undressed.”

Sienna shivered, anticipation maybe? One by one she slipped her strappy heels off, then turned her back so I could unzip the dress. She let it fall to the ground in a rustle of thin gold, then reached behind her to undo the strapless bra. Her breasts were barely affected by gravity at all once freed from confinement, high and firm, and she shivered again when I palmed one, felt the hard nipple scrape against my palm.

“Your panties,” I stated.

That brought a smile. “You sure you don’t want to see how these are different first?” Sienna reached down and tugged at the crotch as if straightening it, and the lace parted to reveal the smooth skin of her feminine mound. “Crotchless. Or as the fancy people say ‘ouvert.'”

“Cute. Take them off.”

She shimmied them down her legs, kicking off the lacy coil. “I asked Tori to help me shave today,” she announced. “I know you like that look better.”

I kissed her again and slid one hand down between us to cup between her legs. She sighed into the kiss and then inhaled sharply as my middle finger parted silky wet folds.

“You’re wet, See,” I said, stepping back.

She looked down. “I have been all day.”

I turned her around and used a snaphook to attach her wrist cuffs together behind her back, then turned my attention to building a fire. It was late May, and even though the trees were almost fully green, the nights were still chilly, and this one was no exception. Sienna stood still on the rug by the door, looking meekly at the floor, not moving – presumably because I hadn’t told her to.

I got the fire going and returned to her side, took up the leash. “Let’s go exploring while that warms up.”

She didn’t move but looked up at me instead. “Can you unclip my wrists? If I’m going to be on a leash, I’d rather crawl for you.”

I raised an eyebrow as I reached behind to undo the bonds between her cuffs. “Are you serious?”

Freed, she lowered herself to the floor with an unsteady grace. On all fours, she parted her knees and looked back at me with an innocence that contrasted the heavy, smoky makeup and her exposed privates. “Very serious. Don’t you want me to?”

We walked to the kitchen, a large room on the other side of the living room, and I flicked on the light. More heavy exposed beams, dark wood cabinets, stone counters, and the latest stainless steel appliances. A large island separated the kitchen area from a dining area which featured a massive wood table set comfortably for ten. At the back of the room was a heavily curtained patio door, and we walked over to it, pulled back the curtains slightly, and peered out. No lights out back, but the front lights bled around slightly, and I could just barely make out a deck and landscaping through the dark and the heavy rain.

We’d passed the table when Sienna stopped and rubbed my leg with her blonde head. “Gary?”

She was looking up at me, again, innocently. “Yes?”

“Are you going to fuck me on that table?”

I glanced back, imagining the blonde bent over or seated on the edge, legs spread while I pounded into her. “Maybe.”

I walked Sienna into the bedroom and she gasped at the sight. The very-obviously-made-for-bondage bed, the rich furniture, the heavily optioned bathroom.

Again she stopped and looked up at me, this time as we were leaving the bathroom. “Are you going to fuck me in there? And in here?”

I reached down and stroked her blonde hair. “Absolutely.”

She smiled up at me. “I can’t wait.”

We walked downstairs and I flipped on the light, and Sienna said “Oh fuck.”

The stone room had been designed as a very modern dungeon. A large bed covered in attachment points sat at the far end of the room, and between there and here were all manner of bondage and BDSM furniture, tables, benches, chairs, stockades, escort kartal swings. The walls were set with hooks and shelves, various whips and paddles hanging next to displays of vibrators, dildos, and plugs, an amazing array of sex toys in every shape, size, and color. Cabinets set along the floor opened to shelves stacked with various restraints and costumes and basic lingerie.

The other features of the room were another enormous fireplace, and an attached bathroom equal to the one upstairs.

Sienna padded between all the furniture, opening cabinets, craning her neck to look up at the shelves, but resolutely staying on her hands and knees. She stopped right before we headed back upstairs. “You’re going to fuck me down here?”

“Of course.”

“And hurt me?”

“Yes.”

She whimpered slightly, and we climbed the steps to the living room. I led her around the plush sofas and stopped her in the center of the thick fur rug before the fireplace. The leash was long enough that I could hold it with one hand and still peruse the bookcases. As I’d suspected, they were full of erotica, fiction, manuals, straight, gay, new, old, there was something arousing or educational here for everyone.

“Gary?” Sienna was looking up at me piteously.

“Yes?”

“You’re not going to fuck me?”

“I am.”

“Soon? I’m so wet right now, I’m so turned on I can barely think straight. Please…”

I knelt by her side and let my hand glide over the curves of her back, over her lifted bottom, between her legs. The heat and liquid I found were incredible, and she moaned as my finger invaded her. “You really are wet, See.”

“I have been all day, just thinking about this weekend. It was so hard to concentrate in class, and tonight, at the restaurant, I thought I was going to soak through my panties, into my dress. You have no idea how horny I am right now…”

I probed deeper inside, my finger slipping deeper inside her lubricated channel. “I think I have an idea.”

“I feel like I’m in heat, I need it so bad, Gary. Aren’t you turned on, don’t you want to be inside me?”

My cock was hardening at her words, but I kept stroking, kept holding out. I wanted to drive her into a frenzy of need first. “I am. But I’m enjoying this.” I leaned over and trailed kisses down her spine.

“Didn’t you get hard watching me crawl around on the floor for you, seeing my legs spread? I got even more turned on knowing I was showing you my wet kitty and my tight asshole. I KNOW you liked the view.” Sienna turned her head, mouth open and panting with arousal. “Please, Gary.”

I knee-walked around in front of her, and unzipped my suit-pants, pulled my erection out through the fly in my boxers. “Is this what you want?”

The blonde bit her lip, nodded.

I gently took her head in my hands and moved her down to my straining member. As I watched, she extended her tongue, licking at it, every flick sending shots of electric pleasure coursing through my nervous system. “Open your mouth, See.” She did, and I thrust inside. She closed her lips around me with a moan and began slowly bobbing, her tongue sliding against me as she sucked powerfully.

I let her work at her own pace and then I took over, firmly holding her head in place and thrusting into her mouth, pushing to the fleshy back of her throat, gliding out against her saliva-slick tongue, then back in again, holding as deep inside her as I could until he throat constricted and she started grunting, trying to gag me out. I pulled out and Sienna gasped. “Again.”

This time when I withdrew, I let her take a moment to adjust, to breathe deep, and then I moved around behind her. I dragged my erection – glistening with her saliva – up and down her pussy, her perineum, the crack of her ass, driving her wild with anticipation before nudging it between her labia, gripping her hips, and slowly easing in.

“Fuuuuuuuck…” The blonde swore as I entered her. She was tight but so incredibly wet that I slid easily in, enjoying the feeling of opening her, her tunnel stretching to accommodate me.

I held inside her for a moment, leaned over, kissing her neck and shoulder. “You feel so good, See.” Then I began to move. A handful of shallow strokes, followed by two to three deep and hard, then shallow again, repeating the pattern over and over and over until I could tell from the trembling of her body, the clenching of her pussy around me, the escalating pleasures cries, that she was close. I withdrew, turned off the lights, took up her leash again, and knelt before her.

“That was mean…” Sienna whined.

“I know.” I grabbed my member by the base and offered it to her.

There was a smile on her face when she looked up at me. “You’re gonna make me suck it, aren’t you? Straight out of my kitty and you’re gonna make me taste myself, how wet and turned on I am for you?”

I nodded and she sank her lips to the root, held escort maltepe it in her mouth, exploring it with her tongue and tasting herself on me. She backed off for a moment, looked up at me. “We taste so good together.” Then she went back down.

As before I let her control the pace for a moment before taking over, fucking her mouth, making her gag and strain and cough with my dick in the back of her throat, pulling off and making her beg for it again.

Then back around to between her parted legs to slide into her tight liquid heat again.

Our coupling was rough, had a primal feel. The way the orange and gold firelight flickered on our skin, Sienna’s chanted grunts as I pistoned back and forth within her slick little sheath, her cries of surprise and pain when I occasionally pulled my hand back and gave her upturned ass a hard slap… I lost count of how many times I moved around her, fucking her mouth, gathering unneeded lubrication for my slide back into her pussy, back around, thrusting into her, driving up her want, her need, pulling out right before her climax to use her mouth again.

And finally, when neither of us could stand the rising tension anymore, I leaned over her back to bite her shoulder, one hand sliding around her hip to rub furiously at her slit while I kept up a deep jackhammer pace.

Sienna screamed herself hoarse as she came, and the powerful contractions around me set off my climax too, jerking, twitching, clenching, releasing throbs of mindblowing pleasure as I pumped pulse after pulse of cum into her as deep as I could hold. At that moment there was nothing in the world outside of that circle of firelight, just me and Sienna and the mindless, consuming pleasure of each other’s bodies.

“Can I get you a drink?” Sienna asked sweetly. I was sitting naked on the couch reading a seventies sex manual while she paged through The Story Of O, her head on my lap. We were both trying to recover from the exhausting fuck we’d just had, and cuddling up with the naked blonde just felt SO good.

“If you want.”

“I want.”

I unclipped the leash and grinned as she scampered away, feet slapping on the tile. The bedroom light flicked on, then off a moment later, and I heard cabinets open and the clink of ice meeting glass in the kitchen. Sienna returned a few moments later with two glasses full of clear liquid and clear cubes, handed me one, and resumed reclining and reading. I sipped at the cold, potent alcohol. “Dammit, this is good!”

See picked up her glass from the floor, took a sip. “It doesn’t taste like anything.”

“That’s how you know it’s good. Did you find this in the kitchen, I didn’t pack it.”

She grinned up at me. “I bought it. And no I won’t tell you the brand. Its expensive enough that you’d REALLY punish me.”

“Then I’ll just say ‘thank you.'” I stroked her hair and she I could’ve sworn she purred with happiness.

“No, thank YOU. I needed this weekend. Just some time to not… Not be in charge. To just lose myself.”

I tapped her on the nose. “Boop. You’re definitely not in charge this weekend.”

Sienna stretched languidly. “Good.”

We read and drank for a while longer whole the fire burned lower and the rain drummed on the copper roof, and finally I asked if she wanted to move to the bedroom. The platinum blonde’s eyes lit up and she handed me the leash. “Only if you’ll walk me.”

I did, and she crawled to the bedroom ahead of me. Rummaging through our bags she retrieved our toothbrushes while I turned the bedroom lights to dim, and I unclipped her leash so we could stand at the bathroom counter to brush our teeth. It was nice to do such a basic human thing with Sienna – so often our relationship lately had ping-ponged between sadness bordering on neglect and just pure sex.

Watching her floss was cute.

She waited for me to finish brushing and then pushed at my shoulder. “Close the door behind you, I’ll be out in a minute.”

I thought about it. “No.”

A look of slight shock and worry crossed her face. “Gary, I – ”

“No privacy, no choice, remember?”

“But…Gary…please…”

“Sienna.”

She moved to the toilet and I gently took her wrist, led her into the shower. “No. Here. No privacy.”

“But – ”

The look on my face told her she wasn’t going to win this, and she backed away from me until her back hit glass. “I can’t go if you’re watching.”

I crossed my arms. “Then we’ll just stand here.”

Sienna blushed a deep pink and closed her eyes, shuffled her feet apart. I could tell she was trying to regulate her breathing, trying to relax. A dribble of urine caught at her nether lips, dripped to the floor, became a drizzle that hissed against the tile.

“See, look at me.”

She raised her head, held my eyes, blushing furiously, hands fidgeting behind her back.

When she was finished, I took a wipe from the vanity to clean her privates and used the shower sprayer to rinse her lower legs of any spray or splash. I toweled her off gently, then hung out over the glass door. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Still blushing, the blonde shook her head, and I wrapped her in a hug. “You’re ok, See.”

She let me hold her for a moment before pushing back. “Gary?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I have privacy for two things?”

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The trip back to Tina’s house took about four hours. Maria had been gone most of the day, getting a few supplies that she had kept hidden from the twins. On the way up, they all had discussed Tina’s newly discovered desires as well as what was going to happen that night. Gina and Maria had to work hard to keep Tina’s mind firmly on the plan. She had begun having second thought about getting revenge on Johnny, her own self doubts that he had implanted in her coming to the forefront. But the other two were firm in their conviction. Gina was so angry at him for what he had done to Tina. Not only the infidelity but also trying to crush her spirit. They weren’t going to do any lasting damage to him, she assured her sister. Just teach him a valuable lesson.

Maria had been in the backseat of the car, watching the two sisters interact with each other. It was an amazing sight to see. An almost living mirror as the twins would brush their hair back at the exact same time, scratch the same itch. Even move in sync, all without thinking. She had genuinely felt bad about what she had done to Tina but had recognized her reactions when Tina had orgasmed. The woman had loved what Maria had done to her.

The three pulled onto the street where Tina had lived and passed the house just as the door opened. Tina was shocked to see Debra Morgan, her next door neighbor, enter Tina’s house. Tina knew that Ron, her husband, wasn’t home, being away on business. The sight steeled her resolve again. Her eyes narrowed in anger and the other two had to stop her from getting out of the car right then to confront the other woman.

They drove up the block and parked at the neighborhood playground. The three ladies exited the car and made the short walk back, Maria carrying her duffle. Tina led the two others to the side door located in the garage and entered the house as quietly as they could. The sounds screams and moans greeted their ears. Gina glanced at her sister’s face and her eyes narrowed in anger yet again. Tina looked to be on the verge of tears, her lips quivering as what little light there was glistened off the moisture in her eyes. Gina grabbed Tina’s hand and squeezed it to reassure her. Tina nodded to Gina and both made their way to the bedroom followed closely by Maria.

The door was wide open and the sight of Debra riding Johnny greeted the ladies as they peeked around the doorframe. Debra was completely undressed and her tits were bouncing up and down with each thrust. Both she and Johnny had their eyes closed, enjoying the fucking, oblivious to the three standing there watching. Maria had taken out her phone and was recording what was happening in the bedroom. Right when it appeared that Johnny was about to shoot his load, Tina flicked on the bedroom light. Time stood still for a second as Debra, her eyes wide with shock, almost shot in the air, rolled off of Johnny, picked up her discarded shirt and tried to cover her nudity. Johnny’s eyes narrowed in furor as he leaped off the bed and started walking over menacingly, his five inch cock still twitching as if trying to finishing coming.

He paused when he realized that his wife was flanked by her sister and a Latina woman, both standing there with venom in their eyes. Tina looked to be about ready to explode in anger but her voice was eerily calm. “Hi Debra. Consoling Johnny in his time of grief?” Debra started fumbling for words when Tina practically ran over to her and slapped the other woman hard across the face. “You two faced little bitch! How long?” Debra, her hand touching her face, didn’t answer right away, too shocked to even think straight. Tina raised her hand, preparing to slap her again and screamed at her. “HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKING MY HUSBAND?!?”

“Two years.” Debra blurted out. Tina advanced on her, ready to do bodily harm when she felt two pairs of hands on her, gently pulling her back. Gina had never seen her sister so angry and moved around so that she was standing between the two women.

“Well Debra, escort ataköy I can see how much you like fucking my sister’s soon-to-be-ex husband so here’s the deal. You can leave now but if you do, a copy of what my girlfriend recorded will be sent to your husband.” Debra’s eyes flew open at that and a look of panic washed over her face.

“Please don’t!” she pleaded. In her panicked state, she didn’t notice that the shirt she was using to cover herself had slipped off her breasts. Debra was rather well endowed and the sight of her large tits was turning on all of the other women in the room, especially Tina. She realized the effect of her bared breasts were having and tried to cover herself again when Gina reached over and yanked it away. Debra bowed her head and began to cry. She knew she couldn’t let her husband see the video. It would ruin her life.

Johnny was just laying there trying to think of the best way to get the phone from that Latina bitch and bolt to his car. Maria noticed his face and guessed correctly at what he was thinking. She reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out her knife that she always carried. With a practiced flick of her wrist, the blade flew out and locked in place. That caused Johnny’s shoulders to slump as he glared at her with as much anger as he could muster. His cock had deflated with all that was happening and now he was worried at what would happen to his money. He could care less about his wife anyway. She was beautiful, yes, especially when dolled up. Tina had been the perfect trophy to drag around to cocktails with clients but he could have her anytime he wanted. There was no thrill of the hunt with her. She wasn’t even that good of a fuck, he thought to himself, trying to justify his actions in his own mind as he laid there next to the naked, sobbing woman on his bed.

Gina allowed Debra to cry for a second before gently reaching out under Debra’s chin and lifting her face to so that they looked each other in the eyes. Gina pulled back, smiled and then hauled off and slapped Debra as hard as she could across the face. The looked of stunned shock on Debra was priceless and immediately her hand went to her cheek. “That’s for my sister, bitch.” Gina said, anger in her eyes. “You hurt her so I hurt you. But we aren’t finished.” Gina paused to let the words sink in to Debra’s mind. “You do exactly what we say. Everything we say. If you do, we’ll erase the video and you never have to see any of us again. Understand?” Debra, still rubbing her cheek, nodded her head in acquiesce.

At that moment, Maria shrugged her duffle off her shoulder, unzipped it, reached in and pulled out two sets of cuffs, all while keeping an eye on Johnny and holding her knife in her hand. When she pulled them out, his eyes got wide and he moved to get off the bed. Maria was anticipating this, however, and yanked his arm from under him, locked on the cuff and then locked the other one on the bedpost. Pulling back out of his reach, Maria smiled at the struggling man as he tried to break the handcuffs locked to his wrist with strength alone.

After about a minute of this, Johnny’s shoulders again sagged in defeat. At that moment, Gina leaned over the bed and grabbed his other wrist, pulling on his arm so that Maria, who had walked over around the bed to the other side, could slap the other set of cuffs on the him. When Johnny was locked down, Gina turned to her sister who had been watching all of this in silence, her arms folded and a look of defiant anger etched on her face. Tina looked down at her husband locked to their marital bed. The same bed he was just fucking their next door neighbor on. Hearing that they had been fucking around for the past two years had been a huge blow to Tina. All the times she had gone over to Debra’s house or had her over for drinks by the pool, the other woman was screwing with her husband. The sight of Debra crying almost made her rethink what she came to do but remembering the image of what she escort istanbul had walked in on rekindled the fire in her eyes. Gina leaned in and whispered something in Tina’s ear. A look of shock was quickly replaced with a devilish smile and Tina began to disrobe.

At this sight, Debra’s eyes got big again and the only thing holding her here was the threat of the video. When Tina had finished undressing, Maria walked over, reached inside her duffle again and pulled out the strapon she had used on Tina last night. Gina, meanwhile, ordered Debra to crawl between Johnny’s legs and start blowing his cock. In this position, her ass was sticking up in the air, framing her glistening pussy for the three to see. Maria couldn’t help herself at that sight and with an approving nod from her lover, leaned in and began to eat Debra out. Debra, who had never had any sexual thoughts for another woman, squealed in surprise, her mouth still on Johnny’s limp cock. Her orgasm was fast approaching, her pussy betraying her disgust at the thought of another woman giving her pleasure. The fucking she had received from Johnny, the act of getting caught, the threat of blackmail, even the hard slap she had received all played in her mind to combine with being expertly eaten out. Debra felt the stirrings of a huge orgasm welling up inside her. She began moaning, her mouth still full of cock, as the pressure built up to an almost unbearable level. But, to her surprise and consternation, Maria stopped and stepped back away from her. Debra let Johnny’s member slip from her mouth and look back. That act earned her a hard slap on the ass as both Maria and Gina spanked her as hard as they could. Gina grabbed her by the hair, yanking it back and warned her about letting go of his cock again, promising much worse if she did. Debra immediately sucked in the cock between her lips, trying with all of her might to get him hard. That’s when she felt the cold tip of the dildo press against her hole.

Tina didn’t even pause. As soon as the tip touched Debra’s pussy, Tina thrust with all her anger, feeling Debra’s untrimmed bush tickle her thighs. The force of the thrust caused Debra to lose her breath momentarily as her eyes bugged out but she never stopped sucking on Johnny. There was nothing gentle about Tina fucking her neighbor. All of the anger, hurt, and feelings of betrayal went into each thrust. Tina grabbed the other woman by the hips to gain better leverage and began to plow her in earnest. Picking up speed, Tina felt the nubbin of the dildo rubbing against her engorged clit. “You feel that bitch?” she screamed to Debra. “You fucked my husband and now I’m fucking you too!”

Gina watched her twin fucking the other woman with rapt attention. She couldn’t help herself and began to undo her jeans, reaching inside her panties to rub her clitoris. Maria walked over to her and kissed her lover hard on the mouth. Her hands reached under the blonde’s shirt and began to roam all over Gina’s tits, light pinching the nipples covered by her lace bra.

Johnny watched the two women making out not three feet from him then looked to Tina fucking Debra with a look of ecstasy on her face. Those images along with Debra still sucking on his dick, caused him to start getting hard again. Debra began to bob her head in time with Tina’s thrusts, still sucking and licking his cock head. He was just about to cum when Gina, who despite making out with Maria, kept an eye on Johnny for just that moment. She reached over and yanked on Debra’s hair just as Tina thrust into her, causing Debra to finally have an earth shaking orgasm. Tina, who fucked her though the cumming, slammed into Debra’s cunt one final time as she to came from the stimulation as well as the feeling of power she had. Her leg muscles locked up and she screamed out in pleasure, her juices leaking out from behind the strap and running down her legs.

Maria stopped fondling Gina and walked over to Tina, gently pulling the other woman escort çapa back. The large dildo popped free from Debra’s gapping hole. It was coated with her juices, and for a moment, Maria had the strong desire to lick the dildo clean. She settled on licking Debra, her tongue swiping up all of the cunt cream that had leaked out from Debra’s pussy.

When Maria had finished, Gina told Debra to get dressed and get the hell out of the house, promising her that they would erase the video. Debra stumbled to her feet, quickly donned her clothes and ran out without a look back. Johnny watched her go and then turned his head back to the three women in the room. He had expected it to be over but then Tina crawled on the bed between his legs. A look of comprehension and then fear crossed his face as Gina and Maria each grabbed a leg and pulled back so that his ass was angled up. That look of fire had returned to Tina’s eyes as she stared down at her husband. He started pleading with her to let him go and not do what she was about to do when he felt the tip of the plastic prick touch the hole of his ass.

“You fucked me over so hard. It’s time I returned the favor.” Tina said in a calm, measured voice.” He started pleading again and tears began to leak from his eyes as Tina began to thrust forward. She had wanted to just slam it in as she had done with Debra but his ass was just too tight. When he started yelling, Maria released her hold on his leg, bent over to pick up Tina’s panties that were lying on the floor and jammed them into his mouth, muffling the screams. Tina started to rock her hips, each time pushing a little further until Johnny felt the leather of the harness on his ass. His hole burned so much as his wife began to fuck him in earnest, each thrust causing him to cry out.

All of a sudden, the pain in his ass began to fade. A feeling of pleasure started in as the dildo rubbed against his prostate, causing him to start getting hard again. Johnny’s hips thrust forward on their own accord. Tina leaned down so that she could look him in the eyes as she picked up the pace. She felt his dick rubbing against her stomach and tits and also felt the precum that was leaking out. She knew he was nearing climax and that, in turn, caused her pussy to start leaking again. Tina hadn’t even noticed that her sister and Maria had let go of Johnny’s legs until she felt a set of lips and a tongue cleaning her inner thighs of all the pussy juice that had leaked out. Tina was momentarily shocked to learn that it was Gina cleaning her when Maria came back into view at the head of the bed and the lips were still cleaning her. She felt Gina spread her ass cheeks apart and start licking the crack of her ass. Both Johnny and Tina crested at the same time when Tina felt a tongue plunge into her rosebud. She felt the hot, sticky spunk of Johnny’s cum coat her belly and tits as she again froze in a mind blowing orgasm. As she came down, she felt two sets of lips cleaning her as Maria had joined Gina for a feast.

After several minutes, Tina finally pulled out of Johnny, the dildo covered in his shit. She climbed off the bed before kissing first Maria and then her sister passionately on the mouth. She walked to the front of the bed, pulled out her panties from Johnny’s mouth and shoved the shit encrusted dildo in between his lips, demanding that he clean it off. The look of disgust on his face caused the three women to laugh as Tina used her panties to wipe his spunk off from her body. When he was finished, she withdrew the plastic prick and shoved her panties back in his mouth which Maria then taped shut. Gina and Maria cleaned up while Tina downloaded some files from his laptop to a portable drive. She and Gina left and Maria put the key to the cuffs in the hole.

“I know you’ll get out soon, little man.” Maria grabbed his balls for emphasis as she said this. “But know this. What your beautiful wife downloaded will cause you all kinds of trouble if released. Just sign the divorce papers when they come and we will never release it. Understand?” She tightened her hand and he nodded, a look of pain on his face. The thee women then walked back to the car. Tina looked at her house one last time as they drove past, but then smiled to herself and looked ahead, ready to start a new life.

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A private yacht was moored at a private dock on a private beach at the westward end of a very private estate. Nearby an expensive car reached the end of the private road and pulled into a lot facing the dock. A rear door opened, and one of the world’s most recognizable women stepped out to have a look.

Della Tiara swept back her perfect curls, revealing smooth shoulders adorned only with the string that supported her designer sundress. “Get my things,” she said, adjusting her sunglasses. “Don’t make it look like I have to wait for you. Remember you’re my slave.”

Adam stepped out of the air-conditioned car and immediately noticed how warm it was. He was wearing a modified version of the “hazmat suit” he had worn at Oasis, but this form-fitting latex suit was a shiny black color and had been decorated with buckles and metal rings in strategic locations to make restraining him more convenient for his mistress. The suit had been specifically redesigned for discipline, not comfort, and made no allowance for summer heat.

Despite the temperature, the suit felt more comfortable than the one he’d worn the day before.

Am I getting used to the latex suits? he wondered. Or is my DNA just rewriting itself to adapt to the new situation?

There was a lot he didn’t understand about the changes happening inside him. It seemed that his skin was creating a natural lubricant to make the latex feel more like a part of his body. He had never fantasized about wearing latex before, but now it seemed he was being reprogrammed to like it.

One more thing I can’t control, he thought. Add it to the list.

“Do you always travel with this much stuff?” Adam asked as he opened the trunk and pulled out the collapsible cart he needed to convey her luggage.

“Some of it’s yours,” she said. “I packed some latex goodies for you. And a toothbrush, I think.”

“And the transmitter?”

“Don’t worry. If you give us away, I’ll be ready to summon Emily and her extraction team at a moment’s notice.”

By now, Della Tiara’s arrogance had chipped away most of the star appeal that had so impressed Adam the day before. He stacked her luggage onto the cart and followed her onto the dock.

“They’re watching us,” said Della Tiara. “It just occurred to me that I’m supposed to be your mistress and I haven’t even seen you naked. When I get the chance, I should correct that—to make our performance more authentic.”

“Don’t,” warned Adam. “Remember my condition. No disrobing and no touching. Doctor’s orders.”

“Fine,” she said, placing her hand on his ass. “I’ll settle for shameless groping.”

As Adam pushed the heavily laden cart toward the gangplank, female voices and festive music could be heard from the ship. Standing in the gangway, Mistress Kathy, attired in a casual cotton sundress, smiled imperiously down at them.

“Welcome aboard the Lady Charon,” she said warmly. “I would have sent someone down to get your bags, but it’s far more appropriate to have your personal slave do it. Our rented slaves have to be fully restrained while in transit, and our personal slaves aren’t allowed to leave the island with us. You understand why.”

“Of course,” said Della Tiara. “And my slave understands that his trip will be one-way.”

“He’s very fit, from what I can see of him. What’s his name?”

“I’ve been calling him Rubberboy, so that’s his name from now on. He’s not allowed to speak—or show his face—to anyone but me.”

“You have his slave contract with you?”

“Of course! I know how you are about contracts.”

“Then we’re off to a good start. I’ll show you to your cabin.”

As Adam crossed the threshold and stepped aboard the Lady Charon, he saw posted on a cabin door a yellow caution sign featuring a pair of stick-figure icons. It looked perfectly ordinary until he saw it up close:

CAUTION — BITCHES PLAYING

The boy icon was on his knees as the girl icon whipped him.

Adam pushed Della Tiara’s luggage across the deck, down a narrow corridor and into her cabin. On his way there, he caught the attention of other mistresses fatih escort bayan who were wandering about the corridor in swimming attire as if they were on a luxury cruise.

“It’s fortunate that you have a slave with you,” explained Kathy when Adam was done with the luggage. “As the only unrestrained slave onboard, he can be put to work right away. Some of the girls are sunning themselves out on deck, and they can use a bartender who can make drinks and take abuse. You don’t mind sharing him for a while, do you?”

“Not at all,” said Della Tiara. “How many people are onboard?”

“We have twenty-one mistresses above deck and a dozen slaves stored below. Oh, and a pony girl in a box.”

Adam’s heart jumped as he realized Eve was on this very boat. He wanted to find his mistress immediately and rescue her, but he could not leave Della Tiara’s side without jeopardizing the mission.

“In a box?” laughed Della Tiara. “My goodness! What did she do to earn that?”

Kathy smiled conspiratorially at her guest. “She knows what she did. Her accomplice is still at large.”

“You said none of your toys ever escaped.”

“Someone got careless with that one, but the customer that let him loose has been removed from our preferred clients list. The runaway will be back in our care soon enough. The woman I have on the case is highly motivated to find him. I’m about to check in on her.”

Mistress Kathy knocked on a cabin door and opened it.

“Mistress Della, meet Mistress Monica.”

Adam’s mental state bordered on panic as he saw his ex-girlfriend typing on a laptop, diligently working on his capture. His unease was multiplied by the realization that it was his laptop she was typing on. He’d left his computer in the hotel room the night of his capture, and now all of its secrets were being laid bare to her.

“How’s the hunt going?” asked Kathy.

“Groovy,” said Monica. “I’ve been in touch with the Countess’s head of security, and it seems there’s quite a to-do happening in the Royal Dominance Assembly. The Countess is pissed at Lady Tara for inviting a spy into their club.”

“Define pissed.”

“Lady Tara’s in her custody and is held for questioning, but her chief of security doubts she’ll survive the interrogation since the Countess is doing it herself.”

“That should make Assembly politics interesting for a while,” said Kathy. “Have they learned who the spy is working for?”

“Not yet.”

“If Tara lives, we’ll also want to question her. In the meantime, keep working on the laptop. There must be some personal information in his computer to compromise him.”

Mistress Kathy led Della Tiara and Adam to the forward deck where most of the dommes were in their bikinis sunbathing. Kathy couldn’t wait to make introductions.

“Our newest recruit to the domination school is someone you are all familiar with!” she proudly announced. “Please join me in welcoming the world-famous Della Tiara to our staff!”

There was generous clapping, whooping and cheering from the girls on deck.

“And for your entertainment, she’s letting us have access to her charmingly quiet latex slave, Rubberboy.” This prompted a louder, more sinister chorus of cheers and growls from the appreciative girls. “His mistress doesn’t allow him to speak or to show his face, so out of respect for our newest recruit, please restrain from ripping his suit off.”

“What about spanking?” someone shouted.

“Spanking, groping, whipping, restraining, suspending by his ankles—all allowable under the terms of his contract, so that should keep him well-motivated.”

“What about fucking?” someone screamed, prompting some laughs. Della Tiara laughed with them.

“Don’t damage the poor thing,” said Kathy. “If you do, Mistress Della may regret sharing her shiny toy with us.”

Adam hoped that Della Tiara would stay close enough to keep an eye on the unruly women, but he was quickly disappointed.

“She and I have some business to discuss below,” said Kathy, “so be good girls and enjoy the Rubberboy escort bayan bakırköy as he attempts to please you—without breaking him please.”

With that, Adam was left to fend for himself, and he couldn’t say a word without risking that his voice might be recognized by one of the dommes. The bikini-clad women immediately demanded drinks and snacks to be delivered to the reclining deck chairs where they lounged.

Not being able to speak meant he couldn’t ask his patrons to repeat themselves if he didn’t understand an order, nor could he provide any excuse when he made a mistake. He made many—which delighted the sunbathers. For each mistake, the women demanded some kind of penance, usually taking the form of a spanking, groping or squeezing of some part of him, and usually when his hand were full, preventing any kind of protest or resistance.

It didn’t take long before they were making games out of him. Their drink orders got progressively more confusing. When he was away, they would swap chairs (or towels, or swimwear) with each other in order to confuse him further.

Soon Adam began to fear for his safety. If the unruly women chose to undo any part of his latex suit, the situation would quickly escalate out of anyone’s control.

Strangely this did not happen. Mistress Kathy had forbidden such contact, and the dommes feared their headmistress enough to respect the boundaries she had laid out for them.

As the day wore on, the tropical heat began to wear heavily on him. The cramped area behind the bar began to fill up with empty bottles, so he looked for a storage room where he could stash them on the starboard deck.

A terrifyingly familiar voice behind him said, “Hello, handsome.”

He turned. He had never seen Helga in a bikini before.

The terribly small bits of spandex in her suit were outmatched by the curves they attempted to conceal. Her penetrating smile seemed to bore right through his mask.

He thought he had been discovered.

“How about a little service?” asked her wicked smile. “I know I should wait my turn, but I’m not very patient.”

Not daring to speak, Adam gestured with the large box of bottles in his hands to indicate that he was in the middle of another task. As he did this, he thought how uncanny it was that this woman looked more intimidating in a swimsuit than when fully clothed.

“The others can wait,” said Helga, placing her hands on his, urging him to set the box down. “I don’t want anything demanding or complicated.” He set the box on the deck. She moved closer, causing him to involuntarily step back.

Her smile never drifted from the lenses of his mask.

“I just want a hug.”

She casually took his hands and placed them where she wanted them to go. Then she wrapped her own arms around his torso and slid her hands down his spine. How strange it seemed that he was now wrapped in latex and she was not. It seemed that she was attempting to wear him.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned. “Not a padded suit. It’s all you.” She licked the shiny latex around his neck and gripped him tighter.

Her embrace was both arousing and terrifying.

She sensed his reaction—and massaged it.

Adam endured powerful, competing impulses. This was no casual hug.

To stay in character, he hugged her back, returning her affection as an obedient slave should.

Her hand reached the zipper on the small of his back. She pulled it down to expose his ass.

Her bare hand pressed against his flesh.

This had gone farther than he could allow it to go. He tried to withdraw. She squeezed him tighter.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered. “If we’re caught, they’ll only punish you.”

Where’s Della? wondered the part of him still in control. She shouldn’t allow this. The plan depends on her staying close.

Another part of him was glad Mistress Della was gone.

Whether by design or sheer chance, Della Tiara emerged above deck.

“Rubberboy!” she accused. “I can’t leave you alone for a minute!” In fact, she had been gone for escort bodrum hours, but he dared not say anything.

“You’d best keep your eye on him when Helga’s around,” said Kathy, who had followed her out on deck. “She has a habit of flaunting our rules, and I can’t seem to cure her of it.”

When Helga let go, he immediately turned around and rezipped the back of his latex suit. Now would be the time, he thought, for Della Tiara to bring him inside to safety.

“He should know better than to strut around the deck with a hard on,” said Della Tiara. “Rubberboy, I shall have to discipline you for being so promiscuous.”

She led him to the center of the sunbathing area where a pole was mounted that served no nautical purpose. Della Tiara attached him to it with clasps that were already hanging from it.

“Since you enjoy yourself so much out here on deck, I think you will spend the night here. I’ll make these clasps nice and tight so you can’t wander away.” She attached his arms to the pole behind his back, and attached another clasp to a D-ring on his hood to keep his head from moving.

“What are you doing?” he whispered so only she could hear. “This isn’t funny.”

“I’m following your rules,” she whispered back. “If I can’t touch you, then I can’t share a cabin with you, can I? Your pheromones might get loose in the room or something, and that’s a risk I shouldn’t have to take.”

Kathy provided additional straps which Della Tiara used to wrap around his ankles, knees, waist and arms, immobilizing him like a mummy while the pole kept his back rigid. When she was done, he could hardly move a muscle.

“Any more whining, and I’ll have the crew hoist you over the front like a hood ornament,” admonished Della Tiara loudly. “It wouldn’t be very restful for you, but we’d all be amused.”

“Nicely handled,” complemented Kathy. “You’ll do well as a mistress. Now let me show you some of the other amenities onboard.”

Again, Della Tiara and Mistress Kathy left Adam alone on deck surrounded by dominant horny strangers, only this time he was tied and helpless as well.

Surprisingly, the women did not touch him except to give him an occasional pinch or slap on the ass as they passed. Although some women grumbled about having to get their own drinks, the dommes stayed within the limits of conduct laid out by Mistress Kathy—evidence of how much they feared her.

Helga, the exception to all rules, must have been busy elsewhere.

The sunbathing women did not ignore him, however. The dommes had left their own slaves back on the island days ago, and in their absence, a deep longing was overcoming them. His presence on deck—so accessible, yet forbidden—only increased the tension they felt deep inside.

As the sun sank low in the western sky, one of the women discarded her swimsuit.

By sunset, they all had.

They started to turn their affection toward each other as they lay naked on their towels, rubbing each other with oils and massaging each other with kisses.

They made no effort to conceal themselves from Adam. They wanted an audience. They wanted him to see what they were doing to each other. Their revenge for not allowing himself to be touched was to make him watch as they touched each other.

The word orgy came into his mind. Long ago, when he had first entertained the thought of attending the Academy, he had admitted to his mistress that he had wanted to be in an orgy. Now he was, but not as a participant.

He wished for the use of at least one hand.

The sun was down, but light was still in the sky when Della Tiara came out to check on him. She feigned disapproval and blamed him for what was happening all around him.

She shook a roll of yellow tape at him. “See the effect you have on these poor women?” she asked. “You should be ashamed of yourself. I don’t think I want you watching this.” She wrapped the tape around his head, including the pole, and completely covered the clear plastic lenses of his gas mask, entombing his head in darkness.

“That’s much better. Have a good night, Rubberboy.”

He didn’t hear her voice again until the next morning.

He tried to concentrate on the sound of the waves, unsuccessfully.

He kept hearing other sounds nearby, gasping, panting, moaning, screaming.

None of the sounds were restful.

 

To be continued . . .

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We were cyber buddies who decided to take this union off line. Not that I would encourage such behavior. You never know who you are meeting on line. But after 3 months of chatting and talking on the phone, it was a natural next step.

I made the trip and you provided the accommodations.

I knock on the door wearing a red dress and red pumps as was requested.

“Hello. May I come in?” I ask.

“Yes,” you reply. I understand that once inside these walls, I must submit to your desires. I enter.

I put down my bag and follow you into the kitchen. “How may I help you?” I ask. You turn to me and offer me a glass of wine. “Drink this.” I drink it all immediately and you offer me a second glass. “Ok. That first one was so you could relax. Take your time on this one.” I nod acceptance and take the second glass.

I sit down at the breakfast bar on a bar stool. You are arranging food on a tray. Nothing heavy. Fruit and sauces like chocolate and whipped cream. You walk up to me.

“Are you ready?” you ask.

“Yes,” I respond.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Better.”

You take my glass of wine and place it on the counter. You open my legs and step in closer. My dress easily rides up and exposing my matching panties.

“Crotch less?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I feel you fingers exploring my mesh panty finding the slit.

“Very good.”

One finger enters my cunt. I gasp. As my mouth opens, your mouth covers mine. Not kissing, talking to me. Asking me how it feels. I just moan. Then another finger. I moan again.

“Is that what you want, baby?”

“Yes,” I moan.

Another finger; three total! Slowly…in…out…in…out…

I try to say your name but your thumb is rubbing my clit.

“You have something to say?”

“Yes…yes…mmmm”

You escort bayanlar remove your hands from my cunt.

“How do you taste, baby?”

You put your fingers in my mouth. I suck and lick them clean. You grab me around my waist with one hand. The other one cups my face and this time your kiss me for real. Deep, slow, passionate! I return the kiss.

You back away from me.

“Stand up.” I stand.

You raise my dress and rip off my panties.

“You won’t be needing these!”

With my dress being so short in the front I feel naked. You take my hand and lead me into the bedroom with the fruit and sauces. In the room, wine was already chilling. You place the tray on the dresser and lead me to the bed. Undoing the dress at the shoulder, you let the dress fall to the floor.

“Lay down.”

I climb on the bed.

“I want to pleasure you. But you know that my pleasure is required as well. So, you must please me in return. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

With that you leave the bed and come back with two scarves. One scarf is used to bound my hands to the headboard; the other to blindfold me. My breathing is heavy. I feel your mouth suckling my nipples. Gently at first then much harder. My moaning starts again. You kiss your way down to my slit. Finding my clit and sucking and licking it; tonguing my hole. I feel something entering my cunt. It is cold and firm. Then I taste it. A sweet, gin soaked strawberry. So sweet!

You untie my hands and turn me until my head hangs off the bed. Then I feel it. You near my face. Your cock on my lips.

“You know what I want?”

I nod and instinctively open my mouth. Slowly your cock slides in. Wide open you slide in deeper.

“You know what I wants, Nykki.” Deeper and deeper istanbul escort you slide it in.

“You know how to please me. Please me baby.” Please your daddy.”

Deeper and deeper I feel your cock sliding in my mouth. Trying to find my throat. Deeper, Deeper. You can tell I am gagging but you have a goal. You want your cock in my throat.

“Take it Nykki. Take it all. Don’t you stop! You know where this cock belongs.”

I nod and take more. Finally I feel your body almost against my face as your cock finds its home.

“That’s right baby. Good girl. Now get ready for me to use that throat.”

In…out…in…out…in…You slowly fuck my face; my throat as if it was a cunt. I feel your hands palming my DD tits; holding on for leverage. I hear you moaning your satisfaction. I am so glad I am pleasing you. Then harder, firmer, faster…you fuck my face. Eyes watering; fighting the gag reflex!

“Yes…yes…yes…that’s it. Oh yes. That’s it. Hell yes baby. You are doing daddy very very well. Now daddy is going to cum. You know better than to lose any of it. Correct?”

I nod. My mouth full!

Then you grab a hold of my tits hard and thrust deep into my throat. I feel the pulsating cock explode in my mouth. Pumping all of your cum in me, in my mouth; in my throat! I claw the bed; overwhelmed by the flow. You continue to jerk and cum until it is all gone. Slowly you remove your cock from my mouth. Now semi erect, you hang there so I can clean it up; which I do expertly.

You help me up.

“Very very good baby! You obey well. Now take a break. There will be more to cum.”

“Yes, sir.”

I feel you curl up behind me. Spooning they call it. MMM….

“Hello sir.”

“Hello, baby girl. You were most impressive.”

“Thank you bayan escortlar sir.”

“But we are just beginning.”

You turn me over and I feel you mouth take ownership of my breast.

“Mmmm, Daddy,” I moan.

“Yes baby girl?”

“I like it Sir.” I feel you take more and suck harder. I arch me back. I feel you hand slide under my waist to my ass pulling me in closer.

“I want you, baby girl.”

“Yes sir.” I feel you spread my legs. Your cock expertly finds me cunt; just the head at first.

“Daddy.”

“Yes baby girl”

I just moan and whimper, more and more; deeper and deeper! Slowly you drive it straight in, all the way; until it could go no further. And you rest it there. Kissing me; talking to me!

“Do you like it baby?”

“Yes…yes,” I whine.” You slide out; slowly…and back in. Just a little more force. I arch my back so you can get deeper. Whispering, pleading for more. But you insist on going slowly. It is driving me crazy.

“Please….Please. I promise you. Anything! Just give me more. I need more. You just smile.

“Aw baby girl. You will get more. You will service me. You will please me.”

“Yes master. Yes.” Harder! Deeper! You take me.

“Tell me baby. Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours,” I whimper.

“Whose?” with more force this time.

“Yours!” I say louder.

This time, with aggressive force, “I asked whose pussy is this?!?”

“Yours!!!” I screamed, “IT’S YOUR PUSSY!!!!!”

“That’s right slut. It is my pussy. Used for my pleasure. Your job is to please me. Pleasure me. Service me.”

“Yes…yes…yes…awww…fuck yes.”

“Mmmm..i knew you would like it. Now I am going to explode deep…deep in your cunt. I am going to feed you my seed and you will take it”

“Yes, Sir. Yes.”

With that, you exploded deep in my cunt; bathing me with your semen. Thrusting, pumping, filling me up. I let out a scream and rewarded you with my orgasm.

After you finished filling me up, you closed my legs to retain the spunk and spooned me. We slept. Rested up for round two.

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I was so nervous when I got out of the Uber. I had been e-mailing with Tish for some time and had been so enthralled by the details of how she trained her husband, Guapo.

Apparently Guapo had been the child of nobility, or rich parents anyway, and had been sent to the U.S. to study engineering, but after his discovery in some femdom escapades, he’d been invited not to return home.

So he was working as an engineer of sorts for the Kansas highway department, and had met Tish and confessed his interest in the world of BDSM; and she’d taken to it with alacrity.

Now I also live in Wichita; Kansas; and it is the biggest town in that state, but at the time I exited the Uber I was a little horrified that I’d chosen to visit what I perceived to be a midwestern hovel.

Tish had detailed how, after Guapo had told her of some of his fantasies, she’d met with his professional dominatrix who had taught her to order Guapo to hold his ass cheeks open to receive her strap-on, and how, if he was kept chaste for long enough, he could be trained to only masturbate to orgasm while she anally raped him.

She’d told me how she’d gone from having to force his semen into his mouth after he’d jerked off…and he’d been so grossed out by it–to having him lick it out of her hand and then from the floor.

“You can add sugar to the creampie, and it’s more enticing, semen with sugar, Paxon.” she’d written me…”that gets him more enthused about eating his sewage.”

I had been really aroused by the idea of chastity, and cock and ball torture.

I’d gone to a prostitute friend of mine who would lock me in a humbler, the wooden trap that kept my dick behind my legs and forcing me to the floor…

Beryl, my friend would rub my locked penis from where it was protruding from behind in the Humbler until I was overwhelmingly excited, and then ice it down till I was limp again, and start the whole process once more.

Sometimes, as I couldn’t escort bayan see what was going on behind me, Beryl would attach clothespins to my trapped penis and testicles and knock them off with a ruler.

Imaginative Beryl often put Ben Gay or Icy Hot, or even habaneras peppers on my genitals…and scream as I might, there was little I could do.

But of course I’d always been fascinated by the idea of a “regular” woman doing these things to me.

Tish knew a great deal about it, and during Skype sessions she would display Guapo, sometimes with his head and hands locked in a Colonial pillory…

Or having his legs tied behind his head while she sat on his face and urinated in his mouth! I had been so horny, witnessing Guapo’s humiliation, and finally Tish had invited me to come visit.

Tish had felt I should have some “skin in the game” so she’d asked Beryl, with whom she had a separate correspondence to find me a good, strong chastity cage.

“You can sit in that for four to six weeks before I see you, and it will make you more interested, I hope, Paxon.”

And of course, as many have discovered before me, the chastity fantasy is not the same as the reality.

After about two and a half weeks, I was calling Beryl and weeping, but she told me that she’d sent the keys to Tish, and if I wanted out now, I would have to go to the hardware store.

And of course, online, Tish kept contacting me, through Skype, to see if I would do stuff like lick a cucumber, pretend to go down on the cucumber, stick the cuke up my ass and then lick my waste off it.

Tish insisted that I take a picture of myself in my apartment showing the time, ensuring that I didn’t go out at night during the month before I went to visit her.

She wanted me in the house, and sometimes she would send visitors!

Twice she’d sent a male hustler who had whipped my bare ass…

I understood of course, because she was trying to teach osmanbey escort me discipline, and I’ve never had much of that.

So anyway, reflecting on all this, I walked to the front porch of Tish’s house and she actually came out to greet me!

“Paxon! You made it!” She greeted me like a normal person, hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, and we went in and what do you know, there was Guapo, kneeling on the floor, looking very resentful.

He was naked, which took some of the nervousness I had out of me.

“Guapo’s pissed off because I told him that while you’re here, until I start your training, you will help me dominate him, Pax.” Tish smiled at me, oh the dimples!

Tish was tall and had very short blonde hair and the most beautiful skin. Her irises made her blue eyes stand out, and her big boobs were quite accentuated by the snug knit sparkly pink top she was wearing.

Tish looked at Guapo significantly, and he reluctantly began to speak.

And did he look weird, kneeling there. He was wearing a chastity cage, and it was bursting with his very aroused cock.

“Hello, M-” He stopped.

Tish looked down at him warningly. “That’s right, say it, Master Paxon.”

Guapo only had a light accent, but a deep voice. “Hello, Master Paxon. I will be your servant while you are here, and-and you have permission to correct me with the Stinger whip over there–” Guapo pointed to the couch and there was a two foot whip curled at the end.

“And don’t forget, honey, that you will give Pax oral gratification if that is what he requests of you.” Tish dimpled as she said this, and I watched poor Guapo shrink back into his neck.

I learned that Guapo lived in the attic of the house, in what apparently was a six by nine foot room vault made of steel and brick. It only had a single twin bed mattress, a chair and a table.

Tish lived in the master bedroom, and she had a Princess bed with escort mecidiyeköy one of those canopies on top.

“I always wanted one of these as a kid” she told me, giggling, “But my mom was a feminist type and thought it would give me the wrong ideas. Fuck her, I can enjoy my youth now, can’t I?”

Later Guapo told me that it was hard to please Tish, and he’d tried by funding her own boutique, but then she’d ended up embezzling from it so she could “party” with her young male sales clerks, and Guapo had nearly had to declare bankruptcy.

“She’s very high maintenance, Master Paxon, but she’s worth it, too–every three months she takes off my cage and lets me have an evening of lovemaking. But I have to earn it, hence I must submit to you now.”

That is what he told me on our second day together, when Tish had asked me to take Guapo out in the back yard and thrash his bare butt with a long whippy cane because he’d committed the error of asking her to quiet down while he was making a work call.

Whipping a man two decades my senior, who probably was much smarter than I (I’m a motorcycle mechanic on my good days; a telemarketer in leaner times) had been a strange experience.

Then , bizarrely, Guapo had produced my chastity key and undid my cage and he’d given me my first male-male blowjob.

Later he explained that he wanted her to be happy with him. “Tish gets bored sometimes and takes off with whatever loser drops by. Twice with my plumber, once with a Mormon missionary, and did she ruin his life, and once even with a burglar that broke into our house.”

Tish would empty the joint bank account and take off, and while she was gone with whatever male had crooked his finger, Guapo would try to get over her, and go to therapy, as his family just loathed Tish and encouraged this…

“But then she returns, and she’s so gorgeous and seductive, you know?”

And I could understand that!

Later, regrettably, Tish invited another BDSM aficianado over, a guy called “Stumpy” and I’m afraid to say, he whipped MY bare ass and made me blow him…

Guapo also told me that he’d lost most of his pals, since he’d been humiliated and punished in front of so many of them, and this of course had also been followed by the guys taking turns with his glorious wife.

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Raven walked into her apartment and flopped down on her sofa (which has seen better days) with a little ‘oomph’.

“Why do all men have to be jerks, Diablo? Is it in their programming or something? Can’t at least one of them want to have a decent conversation without staring at my body?”

But, with her wild riot of auburn curls dancing around her shoulders, her bright gray eyes, full, round, perky breasts, slender waist, curvy hips, and her long, lithe legs, no man was able to resist Raven’s looks. Diablo just purred and jumped into her lap, pawed at her legs and arched his back, begging for attention. Raven ruffled his fur with a little laugh.

“Why am I even asking you? You’re the biggest, most stuck up man I know.”

Diablo’s answer? A little hiss, a switch of his tail and an elegant jump off of her lap. Raven laughed a little then sighed and got up to rummage through her refrigerator.

“Damn. Forgot to go shopping again.” She looked at her watch. “Damn. 3 a.m. I just left the bar so I’m not going back out to the store to deal with even more drunks.”

She tapped her long blood red fingernails against the door and muttered, “I swear I haven’t been able to think straight since . . . ”

She slammed the door shut and rested her forehead against the freezer door.

“It’s been 3 years. You’d think I’d have gotten over him by now!”

She punched the door and let out a string of explicatives that would make a sailor blush. Raven shoved herself away from the door and trudged into her bathroom to get ready for bed.

Stephen disappeared three years ago without a trace. No one has heard anything, seen anything from him since. Raven was probably the most hurt of anyone. He was Raven’s Master. The Love of her life. The other half of her soul. He was the one reason for her to live. He found her at her most desperate and brought her under His protection. He loved her, nurtured her, taught her then disappeared.

Raven stared at her reflection in the mirror and swore again when the view started to become blurred by tears.

“Dammit all to hell! I will not start crying all over again!”

Automatically she thought “Master is going to punish me for swearing.” She gasped and lifted her hand to her mouth in surprise.

“I haven’t thought about that part of our relationship for a while. Why is it coming back now,” she questioned her reflection. Her reflection answered with a little waver and the appearance of a pair of green eyes, the color of the sea after a storm. Stephen’s eyes.

Raven’s eyes widened for a moment then she slammed them shut.

“No. No. NO! This is so not happening. I am never drinking again. I am not hallucinating. I am not seeing Stephen’s eyes looking back at me.”

She turned her back to her reflection and rested her behind against the counter top. She buried her face in her hands for a moment before letting out a quiet sob. Her head snapped up and she wiped the tears away from her cheeks.

“Sleep. Yes sleep. That’s what I need.”

She wandered blindly into her bedroom, stripping clothes off as she went and turned out her light. She pulled out Stephen’s old, ragged college t-shirt and with a soft, resigned sigh, slipped it on. Raven curled up under the blankets, in the bed that she and Stephen had shared, and cried herself to sleep. That unbroken bit of peace that she so desired never came. The moment her eyes were shut and her unconscious took over Raven was plagued by dreams.

From what seemed like a million lifetimes away, Stephen smiled as he looked down on her sleeping form, laid out before him on his bed.

“So innocent in sleep,” he thought. “But I certainly know how much of a wild animal she is when she is in my hands.”

He traced a callused finger down her ivory cheek and chuckled when she instinctively turned her head towards the touch. A soft moan escaped from between her soft lips and Stephen’s crooked grin appeared.

“Oh my little one. I never tire of hearing that wonderful sound from you. And I will hear it again, little girl.”

With one swift movement, Stephen scooped Raven up into his strong arms, walked out of his chambers and journeyed through the halls of the castle towards his play area. Servants ducked out of his way, smiling knowingly at the lord of the manor. A few daring ones even winked. A few of the maids in the main hall sighed as their hearts fluttered at the impressive sight before them. Stephen was not a small man. Even when he arrived at Ravencrest Manor, he was not a small man. But in the three years since, he became the man of his destiny. Finely chiseled muscles grace his form now, honed by years of practice with sword and bow, with battles fought to protect his home. His towering frame, easily a foot above the tallest man in the manor, filled out and changed from that of a businessman to one of a warrior. His wide shoulders flow down into his chest, his stomach tapers in a v down to his hips. His muscled arms carry the burden of his sleeping love escort taksim with no signs of tiring. His strong legs eat up the stone as he strides confidently lower and lower into his castle’s dungeons.

Raven shifted slightly in his arms and buried her nose deeper against his chest. His laugh rumbled in his chest but still it did not wake her.

“Good thing you are such a deep sleeper, my love or we would never have made it this far without you waking up in one of your wonderful moods. But soon, little one. Soon you’ll awaken into a world of pleasure you have never known. A world you only dreamed of. A world I can finally give to you.”

Stephen shouldered the heavy door of his playroom open then kicked it shut with a muscular leg. His movements became a little more impatient and agitated now that he was so close to his prize. He quickly crossed the room and laid Raven down on a table that resembled a medieval torture device. He slipped her slender ankles into shackles and locked them tight, her legs spread out wide by a spreader bar. He smiled as he shifted her body to remove his old, hole-infested college t-shirt that Raven faithfully wore to bed.

“This, my dear one” holding up the shirt, “will have to go. You will have no more use for clothes of that time anymore.”

But he tossed it in a corner, knowing that she will want to keep it for sentimentality’s sake. Raven’s wrists were hastily bound in shackles attached to a long chain, stretching her arms above her head, then he stepped back to survey his work.

His heart raced at the sight before him, his blood began to roar in his ears and his cock twitched again in anticipation. Raven’s ivory skin glowed in the candlelight and was perfectly offset by the dark wood on which she slept. Her hair was fanned out around her head like a halo of fire. With her arms stretched above her head, her full breasts were bared and slightly thrust upward towards him, like an offering to the pagan gods and goddesses. The delicate moons of her long lashes rested against her slightly flushed cheeks, hiding the true treasure of her being. Her beautiful gray eyes. Eyes that Stephen knew could be as dark as a storm cloud, showing him her passion, or as clear as the sky at dawn, letting him see deep into her soul.

Stephen reached down and gently brushed her cheek again with the back of his knuckles. He leaned down and lightly skimmed his lips over hers and groaned aloud at the taste and touch.

“Little one, wake up. Wake up and let me see those eyes. Let me take you from the light into the dark again and again. Raven … sweet Raven … open your eyes for me”

He kissed her again, stood back, and as if on command, her eyelids fluttered then slowly began to open. He watched her brain slowly begin to function then smiled at the surprise that filled her eyes at the sight of him.

Raven whispered in disbelief, “Stephen?”

Again a little louder, “Stephen? How? Where? What?”

Her eyes began to dart frantically about the room and she was tugging at her bindings to free herself. Stephen simply laid a finger against her mouth and she stilled.

“Hush, little one. I have finally brought you home.”

Raven shook her head in disbelief.

“I’m dreaming. This is one helluva dream girl and you seriously have to wake up.”

Her gaze sought his again and tears started rolling down her cheeks.

“Stephen, oh God, Stephen. You still haunt me in my dreams. When am I ever going to get over you?”

She closed her eyes again and started to tremble as the tremendous sadness in her soul threatened to well up and take control again. This time, however, Stephen didn’t just fade away into the darkness when she opened her eyes again. His image moved closer to the table and sat down beside her. She whimpered as she imagined she felt his heat against her body. She shook even more as she sensed him leaning towards her.

She jumped when he touched his lips to her ear and whispered, “‘Tis no dream, little one. ‘Tis reality. OUR reality.”

Raven squeezed her eyes shut and started mumbling, “What the hell was in those drinks? Someone must have slipped me a rufie or something. This isn’t real. You’re not here, Stephen. You’re just a figment of my fucked up mind. I’m still in bed.”

“I am real, Raven. More real and more alive than you can ever imagine. If I weren’t real, would I be able to do this?”

He reached for her breast and brushed his finger over her hardening nipple.

Raven gasped and her eyelids flew open.

“Stephen? This is truly real? Where are we? How did we get here? Why are my arms…?”

Her words were cut short when she tugged on her arms and realized she couldn’t move them. She lifted her head to see her feet and gasped when she saw her ankles bound and a spreader bar between them. She looked at him in wonder. All he did was smile down at her with that crooked grin that she fell in love with.

“Tsk tsk tsk, Raven, sweet. I thought escort maslak we stopped that nasty swearing problem of yours. And what ever happened to that delightfully respectful title you had for me?”

He leaned down slowly, letting his lips come a mere breath away from her own. Their breath mingled together and with one single word whispered from his lips, everything came flooding back to Raven.

“Master.”

Raven raised her head slightly to touch her lips to his and only managed to whisper, “Oh Master” before he crushed his lips to hers and took her mouth hungrily.

He slipped his arms around her body and lifted her up as much as he could to his, crushing her against his solid chest. He fought against the raging beast in his soul demanding that he take her now. He fought hard to keep it down but it threatened to overtake him as a soft moan escaped from between her parted lips and his tongue delved into the sweetness of her mouth.

“Raven… Raven… Raven…Oh my darling Raven.” Stephen whispered over and over again, a soft mantra filling the expanse of the room as he kissed her.

He reluctantly pulled away and Raven whimpered her displeasure as she tried to reach for him.

“Where are you going? Please Master, don’t leave me again. I couldn’t bear it if you did. Please Master, don’t…”

Her begging was cut short by a stern look from Stephen.

“Seems to me that we have some work to accomplish. You have become lax since I have been gone.”

“No, Master, I haven’t. Please Master.” Raven turned her eyes towards his and he could see the pleading look in her eyes.

“Yes you have, little girl,” he ground out. “And now is the time to pay for it.”

The warmth of reuniting with his love still lingered in his eyes but it was now edged by the sternness of a Master.

He slipped away from her and out of her sight. She heard slight movements behind her then heard the clinking of a chain being moved. All of the sudden, Raven’s wrists were lifted off of the table, followed quickly by her arms. She felt his hand at her back, guiding her upwards as she struggled to free herself.

“Enough!”

One word from him stopped her movements and she hung her head, not in shame but in respect and submission. The chain didn’t stop moving until Raven was suspended above the table by her wrists, her toes barely in contact with the rough wood. She moaned softly at the sensations running rampant through her body that she thought long dead.

“Aye, little one. I see you haven’t forgotten all. Let us see if you remember what comes next.”

“Please Master. Your girl has been lax in her duties and she deserves to be punished. She willingly accepts any punishments you deem necessary, Master.”

“Good.”

Raven heard the sound of movement coming from behind her again then gasped as she felt the handle of a whip under her chin, forcing her to lift her eyes to Stephen’s. She kept her darkened, stormy eyes connected with his vibrant green ones as she lowered her lips to the handle and gave it a gentle kiss. Just as her lips touched the whip, the palm of Stephen’s hand found her cunt and pressed hard against it. The passion in her eyes flared bright for a moment and the corner of his mouth curved slightly in a knowing grin. He lowered the whip from her mouth and snapped it behind her, the crack sounding like thunder echoing in the stone walled room. He leaned in and whispered against her ear.

“You’re wet already, little girl. I remember you always being wet for me and now you will be again. Always ready for me to…take… you when and where I wish.”

Just as suddenly as Stephen was in her sight, he was gone again. This time she knew where he was. She knew what was coming next and closed her eyes, her body taught with the anticipation of the coming blow. She waited for what seemed like an eternity and still the blow did not come. Her heart starting racing faster, the blood in her veins rushed through her body, and her cunt became even wetter, starting to trickle down her inner thighs. She started to squirm a little; a feeble attempt to show him how much she needed this.

“Do not move,” Stephen growled from behind her just as she heard the swish of the whip through the air, seconds before it came in contact with her skin. She whipped her head back and ground her teeth together to keep the moan inside that was threatening to escape.

Raven ground out through her clenched teeth, “Thank you, Master. May girl have another?”

Stephen answered with another perfectly placed hit, landing across her round, firm ass and leaving a bright red stripe that crossed the previous mark.

“Thank you, Master. May girl have another?”

Again and again and again, the whip sailed through the air and landed with deadly accuracy, leaving a criss-cross pattern across her back and ass but never once breaking her tender skin. Tears flowed down her cheeks, this time in pleasure from the pain. Just as she was escort topkapı about to beg her Master to let her cum, he slipped his hand between her thighs from behind and powerfully thrust two fingers up into her hungry cunt. Her entire body convulsed but still she held on, desperately fighting her baser urge to let her pleasure fly. Stephen leaned forward and lightly ran his tongue along one of the welts reddening further into a deep crimson.

“Aye, little one. You are so ready for me. You are once again how I like to see you. Constantly aroused and ready to take me.”

He removed his finger quickly and she wavered, trying to sway back against his touch.

“Crawl down onto the furs, slut. Your Master requires service.”

Stephen’s movements belied his inner urgency as he leisurely freed her ankles from the shackles and the spreader bar then slowly lowered her so her knees rested on the table. He freed her wrists from their bindings and she brought them in front of her to rub them lightly. His movement to her right snapped her mind back on track and she hastily climbed from the table and sank to her knees on the luxurious furs he had pointed to. She tossed her hair over her shoulder as she settled on her knees. She spread her knees wide and rested her hands on her creamy thighs, palms facing the ceiling. Her back was perfectly straight, her stance showing her pride in her submission.

Stephen came up behind her and grabbed a fistful of her silken hair.

He yanked her head back and snarled, “Tell me how bad you want it slut. Let me know how much you need to please me.”

Raven’s eyes flared wide, revealing the smoky gray orbs of her eyes, darkened with passion and desire. The tip of her pink tongue snaked out to wet her dry lips and she smiled in her mind at his sharp intake of breath barely audible in the room.

“Your slut needs you more than life itself, Master. She needs to taste your wonderful cock more than she needs to breathe. She will only gain her pleasure in seeing to Yours, Master.”

He gave a growling snort through his nose as he released her hair, giving her head a little shove in the process.

“We’ll see about that, slut.”

Stephen walked over to a large, ornate chair perched at the edge of the furs. He sank down onto the cushions covered with a luxurious midnight blue velvet and rested one elbow on the arm of the chair, his fingers idly stroking the carving of a raven’s head that graced the end of the arm. He rested his chin in the cup of his other hand, elbow on the arm of the chair, and raised an uninterested eyebrow, seeming to challenge Raven to make him lose the look of disenchantment gracing his handsome face. The only things that betrayed his calm exterior were the passionate, hungry fire burning bright in his eyes and his thick cock fully erect.

She gasped at the sight before her. While she was preoccupied with gaining the feeling back in her wrists, Stephen had removed his breeches and tossed them to the side of the room. The sight of him sitting there, completely at ease, completely naked and completely erect sent another thrill rushing through her body, straight to her core. Her body answered as any other woman’s would have, with a hot rush of liquid down her thighs. To her, he looked like a primal god sitting in his throne, hair burnished a fiery gold by the candlelight and fire in the room. A god, who, on a whim, decided to come down and play with the mortals.

Raven might have been named after a bird but all of her movements were purely feline. She fell forward onto her hands and arched her back, lifting her ass into the air as she crawled toward him. She faltered only for a moment, the lush furs against her highly sensitized skin causing a gentle shudder to race through her body. She won control over her traitorous body and resumed her short trek across the furs. One hand in front of the other. One knee in front of the other, like a cat on the prowl. She slinked across the floor towards him, seeming to have muscles in her body a human shouldn’t have. The wickedness flared in her eyes as she heard another barely inaudible intake of breath and saw him shift slightly in his chair.

She crawled to the side in which his hand was resting on the arm of the chair and nudged her nose under it. Just like a cat, she nuzzled her nose and face against his hand, turning slightly to press her soft lips to his palm. The corner of his mouth crooked upwards in a minute smile.

“I see you’ve been taking lessons from Diablo while I’ve been gone, little girl. Let’s hope you haven’t learned his arrogance as well.”

He sunk his strong fingers into the wealth of her hair and gently pushed her head towards the center of his body.

“But I’m sure Diablo couldn’t have taught you anything more about what I want you to do right now. I seem to remember that you were quite good at it before. Show me how right I am, little one. Service your Master . . . ” He leaned down towards her, his fiery gaze locked on hers and he growled “…NOW.”

Raven jumped a little at the urgency in his voice and quickly situated herself between his legs, letting her shoulders nudge his thighs a little further apart. The candlelight reflected like sparkling diamonds in her eyes, so darkened with desire they are almost black.

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Casey Connelly, 22, was in a state of shock.

It didn’t last long, as he felt his hand pinned to the small of his back. He had been tipped over this woman’s knee, bare rear end on display, and he was about to be spanked. Spanked! Her hard right hand crashed down on his left cheek, the sharp sting eliciting a healthy yelp. His legs jumped involuntarily, and the deceptively powerful woman responded by slipping her right leg over them, locking them down between.

“We’ll have none of that, young man.” she scolded. “Take your punishment and reflect properly on the circumstances that brought you here.”

***

Casey stared up the slate gray and glass exterior of the building. He shifted from one foot to the other, nervous energy all over. A severe sinking feeling developed in his stomach as he read the words etched in steel atop the doors: FEDERAL MINDERS BUREAU. He knew what this meant, had known since the fateful day early last week, when the damned letter had arrived in his mailbox. Its contents, all stark and bold, had demanded he report to this building today, 10 AM sharp. Behind him, the autocar he’d ordered via his smart device scooted off silently without asking if he wanted to go elsewhere.

He tried to put its contents out of his mind in the days that followed, as was his usual style for inconvenient information. What business did the Minders have with him? He was an upstanding adult, not some ne’er-do-well who needed their disciplinary intervention. Undies, the slang name for “Underdeveloped adults” the rest of the world used, were pathetic people who were punished in childish ways. That wasn’t Casey, he was sure! He rationalized and rationalized, sure this was likely some mistake. Or okay, maybe he’d gone a bit wild lately. Maybe this was just a courtesy, right?

But this wouldn’t be something he could just ignore. His boss had called him into her office the day before, informing him she’d already gotten the notice of his appointment, that he had the day off tomorrow to go. The undertone of her voice implied she’d know if he didn’t go, and his employment felt suddenly precarious. Casey resigned himself to going.

Here he was standing outside the door, and that resolve was already shaken. Someone at the door, clearly a security guard used to this sort of thing, spotted him. Casey almost bolted, but the tall man walked briskly in his direction and he knew a sprint at this point would only make things worse. He smiled nervously and waved.

“Casey Connelly? We’ve got you on the docket today, right this way.” the officer said brusquely, then repeated the same information into a comms receiver on his shoulder. Guess there was no turning back now. Casey followed him reluctantly, entering the solid glass doors into the lobby.

Inside, the lobby was separated into 2 sections. The first, labeled MINDERS/PERSONNEL, was a small and simple set of 3 keycard gates. Casey watched a stately woman in her 50’s pass through with a simple swipe of her smart device. The only other, however, was rather intimidating. UNDERDEVELOPED ADULTS ENTER HERE, was the severe lettering in the same typeface as the front entrance. There was 1 additional human guard here, standing to the left of a weapons detector. The other guard was a remote operated droid, it’s screen showing a pleasant fake face. The gangly machine stood behind a waist high conveyor belt that led into a scanner. The gruff guard from the door walked him up to the latter.

“You’re sure I go through this door? Isn’t there some guest entrance?” Casey asked, but there was no response.

“Please place your shoes, belt, and any bags into this bin on the left. Please place wallet and smart device in this separate basket on the right.” Said the synthetic voice, pleasant and sterile at the same time. Slowly, after it was clear his question would not be answered, Casey complied. His pants were fashionably tight as it was, so he didn’t worry too much about them falling. Absentmindedly, he complied, trotting through the detector barefoot while nervously eyeing the other guard. He stopped as he passed through with no beeping, and turned to get his shoes and belt back. The android pleasantly informed him to take the elevator to the 5th floor. Casey waited for a moment, squinting his eyes. He looked back at the guard who’d brought him, then the other, they all just waiting for him to leave.

“Uh, don’t I get my stuff back?” He asked. His attitude was less than stellar, and in return the gate guard only chuckled. “You get them on the way out, new kid. They’ll be here waiting for you. 5th floor! I wouldn’t make your Minder wait.” The second guard barked, and moved to hurry Casey on towards the elevator lobby. Confused and more afraid for what would happen if he stayed, he walked barefoot across the carpeted floor to the elevator. He pressed the button for 5, nervously looking back towards the front where the human guards were sharing a laugh. He was embarrassed, annoyed, escort bostancı and indignant. In a huff he followed the gong to his assigned unit and stepped in.

Flying up in the elevator, he did his best to regain his cool. This was unsettling, but he could bullshit his way through. He always did. Calm down, Casey, You’ve got this. He adjusted his pants, screwed up his courage, and stepped out of the opening doors.

There was a desk immediately to his left, with a pretty young blonde sitting behind it. Her hair was pulled back in a slick high ponytail, the better to fit her headset. The sight of her model-esque figure immediately put the wind back in Casey’s sails, and he strode confidently forward with his usual vim and vigor. She smiled serenely at him as he went to introduce himself..

“Hiya, I’m-” She held up a finger and interrupted without breaking her smile, pressed a button on her desk.

“Ms. Montblanc, Casey Connelly has arrived.” she spoke quietly into the headset. Casey smiled nervously, did his best to roll with interruption.

“Oh, so my reputation precedes me. I’m Casey, what’s your name?” he asked, leaning on the desk and flashing his best smile at her. Her face hadn’t changed.

“You can stand against the wall to the left, she’ll need you in just a moment.” was her perfectly level reply. Not one to take such a dismissal as the end, Casey merely smiled back before he dipped his head in agreement, and walked over to the indicated location.

It truly was only a moment in that spot before he heard the sound of heels clicking down the tiles of the office floor. A pair came around the corner, talking briskly, and stopped to finish their conversation.

“I’ll go bring her to the Medical office, then.” said the male half, a tall gentleman with salt and pepper hair.

“Thank you, Ben. Let’s hope this lesson sticks for her. We’ll talk later, I’ll be bringing mine there for his intake after we discuss a few things.” said the woman. Her back was to Casey, but her silhouette was already arresting. She was on the tall end of average, perhaps 5’9″ or 5’10”. Her black hair was smooth and shimmering, a perfect curtain that fell only to her chin. She turned around as her companion departed, and Casey was captivated by the sight. 2 almond eyes stuck out from her perfectly framed face, bangs acting as a crown across her brow. She was likely in her late 30s, and gracefully so. Her slate gray business suit was impeccably tailored to her frame. Her brow furrowed slightly as her eyes met his, and for a moment he felt like a mouse that’d been seen by some bird of prey. His stomach flipped as she began approaching him.

“Please hold my calls, Jenna. In my office, young man. Now.” Her voice was steely and crisp, it rang through his ears. She motioned him to follow her as she walked through a door immediately to her left. Casey panicked for a moment as he lost sight of her, and spared only a glance for the secretary who was suppressing a laugh before he scrambled after the intimidating woman.

Her office was modern and well lit, though there were no windows in this part of the building. There were diplomas and awards on one wall, arranged in a tasteful and humble fashion. A pleasant tea set sat on a table next to a small couch against the far wall, adjacent to the desk. The grabbing feature, however, was the starkly empty far wall. Against it was a tall, armless chair, and it exuded a menace Casey couldn’t quite articulate. He eyed it warily until her strong voice broke the spell.

“Casey Connelly, Age 22. You are hereby declared an Undeveloped Adult, and placed in the care of the Federal Minders Bureau. There, that formality is done with. My name is Meredith Montblanc, and I will be your legally designated Minder.” The words she spoke stunned him, and he sank into the chair.

“Stand up, I didn’t say you could sit.” She said incredulously. He stumbled to his feet, still in shock, and she continued. “What did you expect would happen, young man? Your behavior over the last 4 years has clearly been pushing you down this path. You know very well what this building is for. Did you think this was some sort of party?” she asked. Casey, a practiced bullshitter, could barely answer.

“I…I thought this would be like, a warning. That there’d be more-“

“You WERE warned, Casey. You received numerous letters informing you of this course. Our behavior auditors were rather generous with their timeline, but you did not improve.”

“I…oh… I thought..”

“Clearly THAT’s not true, young man. You didn’t think much at all. Do you even realize that you skipped a previously scheduled appointment? What do you have to say about that??” The answer to her question was nothing. His mouth was agape. He did recall some previous letters he’d rifled through, maybe, but the mail hadn’t seemed that important. None of it was as clearly important escort tuzla as that last one!

“I thought that would be your answer.” She stood up, leaving her desk and moving to stand directly in front of him. Her tone of voice changed as she looked him in the eyes. “I want you to understand something, Casey. You’re here so we can help you be a better person, a better citizen. We understand that some things have been difficult for you, what with your parents both working up on the Lunar Colony. But their absence is not an excuse. Between that and your aptitude tests, I know for a fact that there is a good, smart young man in there somewhere.” He broke her gaze, the words making him slightly uncomfortable.His eyes drifted to the floor and his bare feet. Her fingers found his chin, however, and pulled his face back up to meet hers.

“If you had missed this appointment, we would have had to have you arrested and brought here by the police. Then you would likely have been designated SGD right away. Subject to General Discipline? You know how serious that is, don’t you?” a bolt of pure fear ran down Casey’s back. Him, that close to being one of those collared people? Any legal adult in the country being free to treat him like a child, physically lay hands on them? Why, even he had done that thing in college… but no, no time for that memory. Meredith clearly saw the horror play out across his face, and tapped his cheek lightly.

“But you aren’t. You made it, and it shows you’re ready to start improving. I see a lot of potential in you, Casey, and I have some ideas to help you reach it. Normally, a professional minder such as myself has between 2 and 4 charges at a time. But in light of your antics, and the lucky timing that I happily just graduated 2 of my former UAs, I’m going to be giving you my full attention for a while.” She smiled as she finished the sentence, eyeing him up and down. He didn’t know what else to say, except the obvious.

“Thank…you?”

“Good start. But from here on out, it’s “thank you Ma’am.” Try again.”

“Thank you, Ma’am” He said, and he was glad to see her smile back. Hopefully this was all, and he could go home and process this.

“I know it may seem old fashioned, but it’s the best term to use in my experience. I’ve had people call me “Ma’am” in a way that sounded like a swear word, and I’ve heard them say my name in a way that sounded like a plea. But titles give us structure, and you surely need structure if nothing else. So ma’am it is for now. Don’t forget.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” he quickly answered, eyes wide. Clearly she was wrapping up.

“Good boy, already getting the hang of it .Now let’s remove all your clothing and we can start this process.” There had been a lot of shocking things said today already, but Casey really had not expected this. He looked at her with a confused face, trying to figure out if she was serious. She merely crossed her arms, face deadly serious.

“Casey, I assure you that I will be so intimate in your life that nudity is no barrier. You will ALSO find I do not like repeating myself. Remove your clothing, now. I need to check for tattoos or scars for your record.” she said, and her tone had shifted back to the original chilly demeanor. At this point, it was clear she expected compliance. He reluctantly began to unbutton the shirt he’d been wearing, tossing it on the couch next to the tea set. His pants were around his ankles when she interrupted him

“Fold that shirt immediately, young man. If that’s how you treat your things, I expect the first home visit is going to be very painful.” He stumbled back over to the couch in only his underwear, carefully folding the oxford. He finished stepping out of his pants, then did the same with them. Standing awkwardly, he stared back at her and awaited her inspection. She turned from her screen and sighed at him, closing the distance between briskly. To his surprise, she sat down in the prominent armless chair to his left. Then her hands reached out faster than he expected, grabbing the elastics of his underwear and forcefully YANKED them down.

“I said ALL clothes, Casey.” Flustered, he tried to cover himself, but all that did was put his wrist in a convenient place for her to grab.”And I warned you about making me repeat myself.” In a moment he would never forget for the rest of his life, the seated woman pulled him by the grabbed wrist down. His naked body tumbled over her waiting lap, in a practiced maneuver she had clearly spent years performing. Before he could fully process the turn of events, her hard right hand crashed down on his bare bottom.

What might have originally been a protest turned instead into a childish yelp, and Casey reacted without thinking. His feet sought purchase on the floor, looking to stand and escape the pain as a second spank made him yelp once again. But no purchase was found, as Meredith’s experienced legs cut escort göztepe him off before he could so much as bend. Leg locked, her other hand pinned his hand that had just raised itself to interfere to the small of his own back. He was completely defeated, and spanked once more.

“We’ll have none of that, young man.” she scolded. “Take your punishment and reflect properly on the circumstances that brought you here.” Her tone was icy cold and efficient, the tempo of her hand unrelenting. She did not slow in the slightest as he writhed fruitlessly under her ministrations.

“Ow! Owhow, what-owwwwww what did I oWWW!” gasping for air, unable to string a full sentence together, Casey’s attempts at protest we’re barely audible over the SLAP SLAP SLAP of her hand on his quickly reddening bare flesh.

“Allow me then to explain, as this is a part of my job.” She intoned, not even short of breath as the beating continued.

“You’re being spanked, over my knee, like a child, because you’ve shown with your actions over the years that you are clearly not ready to be an adult. From here on out, this will be a regular occurrence for you when you step out of line!” Her words were more passionate at the end, and she landed an especially sharp smack on the spot between his thighs and butt cheek with that last word. He howled, but she continued.

“You will face consequences for your actions, often physical like this, because you’ve gone through your life acting as if you were immune to them. That ends today, young man. I warned you not to make me repeat myself, and here you are.” Picking up the gist through the searing pain, Casey understood what was likely expected of him next.

“I’m-ow ow, I’m so-owwww, I’m sorry ma’am! Please, ow, I learned!” His ass was on fire, and the punishment just kept on going. He was starting to feel like he was losing control, but her statement felt like a lifeline. Maybe he could just apologize his way out of this? Surely it had to end soon?

“That’s not the only reason you’re over my knee, young man. This appointment was scheduled for 10AM.” she stopped the spanking for a moment, and Casey’s rear felt sweet relief. It was, however, short lived, as her other hand grabbed a fist full of his hair and yanked it up. She had maneuvered his face so it stared directly at a large clock behind her desk, a clock that read 10:48. “You strolled up to the front gate at 10:20. As I said, you were THIS CLOSE to ending the day in a collar. Consider this spanking a mercy, even if I don’t stop for another 20 minutes.” She didn’t even wait to finish her statement before she resumed her assault, and all the breath left him. The regular staccato rhythm of pain overwhelmed his senses, and the guilt and fear took control. This wouldn’t end! 20 minutes!

“I’m-sor, I’m so-ma’am please I’m sorrrrrryyyy” he wailed. He didn’t realize he was crying until he saw the tears falling to the carpeted floor, unexpected rain in a storm of emotions. Meredith was machine-like in her precision and endurance, a solid hand that alternated his now deep red cheeks with a mission.

There was a knock on the door, and it was the first time she’d stopped in 12 straight minutes. A still sniffling Casey wheezed as he saw the door open through the legs of the chair. Upside down as his view was, he could clearly identify the secretary from the front in the door. She could see everything! Had she heard this whole thing? He didn’t realize he still had flips left in his stomach, but there they were.

“You wanted his documents brought to you as soon they were done, ma’am. I have them outside in the tray.” The woman’s voice was unperturbed, nonchalant. The sight of him naked and spanked hadn’t even registered to her.

“Thank you, Jenna. I’ll be finished with this in a few minutes, tell Medical to expect him at 11:15 for his checkup and device-sizing.” Meredith talked about him like he wasn’t even there, another humiliation added to the pile.

“Of course. Anything else?”

“Yes, be a dear and hand me the hairbrush from my purse. I need to make this next bit poignant.” Casey gasped as she finished the sentence, tracking Jenna’s heels as they walked to the desk and she stopped to rummage. He grasped for the words to blunt the coming terror, but he couldn’t think of anything outside the obvious.

“Please no! Please ma’am, I’m sorry, pleeeeeease don’t spank me with that hairbrush!” he begged, pathetic and small in a way he had never been. The secretary smiled calmly at Meredith as she handed her the solid mahogany hairbrush. Casey didn’t get a good look at it this time, but he’d be familiar enough with it soon. Meredith spoke over his begging.

“Thank you again, Jenna. Please take those and close the door on the way out.”

“Of course, ma’am.” She left at a leisurely pace, closing the door behind her mindfully. Meredith took a deep breath, the sudden silence so much more menacing to the quivering boy over her knee.

“Did you think you’d leave this office without addressing the most egregious offense you inflicted, Casey? Did you honestly think you’d get away with blowing me off and not face the music?” He groaned as she said it, felt the cold wood of the brush against his fiery backside. There was a steely menace to her voice as she said the next words:

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Chapter 5: The Training Continues

As I closed the door after the last client of the day Melissa padded on bare feet from the living room, an open can of VB in her hand. “Here you are Sir, I thought you may like a cold beer after a hard day of spanking.” She giggled as she passed the drink to me.

“Thank you my subbie, I love it when you read my mind,” I laughed, “Any messages?”

“Only one phone call Sir,” Melissa replied, “And it was a bit strange. She said she was from Channel 8 and wanted to include an interview with you on a TV documentary they are making on BDSM. I have her name and number for you to ring her back.”

“A BDSM documentary on television?” I said as I slumped into my favorite armchair. “Well that sounds interesting I must say, get her for me Melissa.”

“Yes Sir, my pleasure,” Melissa replied, picking up the cordless phone and dialing the number. She wrinkled her nose as she listened to the recorded list of options. “I wonder if any large companies actually employ telephonists these days, I hate dealing with computers.”

Finally Melissa made contact with the reporter and passed the phone to me, “Her name is Anne Shearman,” my subbie said as she knelt at my feet, removing my shoes and sox to start my daily foot massage.

“Matt speaking, may I help you?” I said and for the next fifteen minutes I listened to Ms. Shearman motor mouth her plans for the TV show and my interview.

When I was finally able to get a word in I explained my situation to her and also put her right about some misconceptions she had about the BDSM scene. Anne had not heard the words “safe, sane and consensual” used in relation to BDSM. I had to assure her that all Doms/Dommes were not sadists and in fact most were caring and understanding people who went out of their way to make ensure the safety and enjoyment of their submissives. I suggested some good web sites where she could do some investigation prior to my interview. I also stated that I wanted a signed legal contract to see the final cut and that we would negotiate any changes I required. Thirty five minutes later we agreed that Anne, her camera man and sound recorder would come to my home the following Thursday for the interview.

“Well Melissa, how would you like to be on television?” I asked as I passed the telephone over.

“Me on TV? Oh Sir, I would be worried that some of my old friends would recognize me and perhaps my parents find out also.”

“I understand that my sweet, I think I can organize that your lovely face does not appear, and just to make sure, we will obtain a mask. Anyway it just may be that shapely arse of your that gets on the screen, Anne has asked me if I have someone with whom I could do a spanking demonstration.”

Melissa blushed and gulped, “Oh Sir, my arse on national television? Whatever next will you have planned for me?’

I laughed, “Don’t worry my subbie, I will ensure that you are not embarrassed in any way and just for once you will wear panties. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, it may never get to air. Melissa?”

“Yes Sir?” Melissa looked up from massaging my feet and smiled when she saw where I was pointing. She quickly wiped the excess oil from my feet and knelt up between my legs.

Melissa’s deft hands soon had my belt unclipped, the button undone and the zip lowered. I raised my hips and she slid the trousers and undies down and off over my feet. Her practiced hands stroked my cock and it wasn’t long before I was hard and ready for her soft lips. Melissa sucked for a time on each of my balls, her shining eyes telling me how much she was enjoying pleasing her Master. After licking all over the shaft she opened her mouth and I had the wonderful sight of my cock sliding slowly out of sight. The sensations were amazing as the head of my cock went down her throat and my balls slapped her chin. Our eyes met and my subbie cheekily winked at me, then started to move her head up and down, her cheeks moving in and out as she sucked hard. I relaxed back into the chair and let Melissa please me, knowing it would not take long before I was ready to orgasm. My moans of pleasure told Melissa that I was getting close and her head bobbed up and down in long slow movements.

“I’m cummmmmiiiiiinnngggggg,” I cried, my hips thrusting forward as my cock spurted into her welcoming mouth.

Melissa sucked hard and swallowed, loving that she was looking after her Master and making sure that she did not spill one drop. As I calmed down she smiled up at me, licking her lips in the familiar “cat’s got the cream” expression that I love so much.

“Thank you my subbie, you were excellent as always.”

“Your pleasure is always mine Master,” Melissa smiled at me again as she stood, “Are you ready for dinner now? The roast beef will be done to your liking I’m sure.”

“Thank you Melissa, go and serve the dinner, I will be there as soon as I wash up.”

The next few days passed quietly as the day drew close for the television interview.

Anne Shearman and her two man crew arrived on time in separate cars the following Thursday. escort kadıköy Melissa has been fussing about the house to ensure that it looked at its best. Fresh flowers in the hall and living room, the smell of freshly brewed coffee from the kitchen and incense burning in the dungeon. I dressed casually as usual but at Melissa’s quiet insistence I wore a pair of leather trousers with a black shirt. Melissa was dressed demurely as a good subbie should be and nervously showed the TV crew into the living room.

Anne introduced herself and her assistants, Jake on camera and Zeke on sound recording. Anne looked in her late thirties, medium length bottle blond hair, a lovely smile that probably cost thousands of dollars and a solid figure. She was smartly dressed in a white blouse and dark blue jacket with matching blue skirt that fell just below her knees.

I told Melissa to take the boys into the dungeon so they could work out camera angles and get some ‘atmosphere’ shots that could be edited later. While they were doing that I went over the contract with Anne. It was as I had asked for, giving me the final say as to what was to go to air, and Melissa and Jake witnessed the signatures.

The dungeon was now brightly lit with extra lights and after a little discussion the interview commenced. Anne had done her homework pretty well and most of the questions were intelligent and well worded. I answered each carefully, taking my time to choose the correct words, knowing that the BDSM community and many of my friends would be watching critically.

After about twenty minutes of questioning Anne called for a break. I knew that the segment that was being recorded at my place would only take about twelve minutes of the whole show and that some of the interview would end on the cutting room floor. Now it was time to record a short demonstration of what actually took place during a BDSM session, with natural emphasis on the intriguing subject of Corporal Punishment.

Melissa was standing to one side looking quite nervous and concerned so I excused us for a short time and took her out to the kitchen.

I gave Melissa a hug and asked, “My little subbie, are you ok to go through with the filming? You don’t have to if you don’t want to you know, I understand how you may be feeling.”

“Oh Sir, thank you. I do want to do it for you but I feel so nervous, worse than the first time I visited you here.”

“Perfectly understandable Melissa, but don’t forget that you will be masked and none of your family or friends have seen your short hair cut. I am 100% sure that you will not be recognized.”

Melissa thought for a short time before replying, “Yes you are right as usual Sir, I will do it, for me, for you and for the community.”

“Excellent my subbie,” I gave her a quick kiss, “Let’s give the viewers a show they will never forget, and remember, I have the final say. So you and I will see it before it goes to air and edit anything we think is inappropriate.”

Melissa grinned and took my hand, “Let’s go Master and show my arse to the world!”

We entered the dungeon and from a drawer I took a fancy dress mask that Melissa slipped over her face.

“Ok Anne, we are ready to do the demonstration for you now. No questions while I am working please, I’ll explain what is happening as we proceed and if necessary we can do a voice over later.” I felt totally in control of the situation. “Jake, Melissa will be over the spanking horse and I will be standing on the left hand side, so I suggest you stand about here and Zeke you should have the mike as close as possible to Melissa. I’m sure your viewers will appreciate some of the sound effects.”

After the guys had their equipment ready and Melissa and I in place, I started the demonstration. I explained Melissa’s place in our relationship and then turned my subbie around and bent her over the wooden frame. I heard Anne gasp as I lifted Melissa’s skirt and exposed her lovely white buttocks. Since the first contact with Anne I had not played with Melissa’s arse so it would be unmarked for today’s demonstration.

Naturally I commenced with a few swats of fairly gentle bare hand spanking, before, because of the time constraints, giving some hard whacks that brought some “owws and ouches” from Melissa. My next choice was a table tennis bat, explaining as I swatted Melissa’s arse that the bat made an excellent, inexpensive paddle, and it was readily available, if not already in many homes. Melissa’s buttocks were now a soft pink and I changed to a leather strap. Her reactions were loud as the strap left clear red marks that made my subbie kick her legs at each swat. I glanced at Anne to see with interest that she had slumped into my chair and was biting her bottom lip as she gazed at Melissa’s red arse.

My next selection was a riding crop and after a couple of swishes through the air I landed ten quick cracks on alternate cheeks. Melissa’s cries filled the room and I knew that she was making the most of the situation and over reacting for the escort kartal camera. Her arse cheeks were criss-crossed with bright red marks and I knew that Jake had a close up view for the viewers.

“The last item I am going to demonstrate is a cane,” I said as I changed the crop for a thin piece of rattan. “This can easily cut the flesh and extreme care needs to be used at all times. A cane should only be used by experienced dominants, it is best to practice first on a pillow.”

With that introduction I tapped Melissa’s arse and saw her muscles automatically relax.

“Crack!” – “Owwwwwwww”

“Crack!” – “Yahhhhhhhhhhh”

“Crack!!” – “Oh Godddddd!”

“Crack!!” – “Ahhhhhhhhhhh”

“Crack!!” – “Yiiiiiikkkkkkkkkes!”

“CRACK!!” – “Aaaiiiiieeeeeee!”

At this stage I stopped caning and signaled Jake to stop filming.

“Turn off the camera and the sound fellas,” I asked, holding Melissa down over the frame.

Jake and Zeke placed the camera and sound equipment down on the floor and looked inquiringly at me.

“Anne I will demonstrate effect that Corporal Punishment has on Melissa, watch carefully.”

Anne nodded, I think she was lost for words at this stage. Her eyes had still not left Melissa’s striped cheeks.

Once again I placed the cane against my subbie’s buttocks and gave her six quick blows in succession. Melissa’s legs jerked off the floor, she screamed and then shuddered violently as an orgasm shook through her lovely body. I grinned as I saw Anne’s mouth drop wide open; Zeke and Jake were also wide-eyed in astonishment.

When Melissa’s body had stopped shaking I helped her up off the horse and hugged her tight to me.

As I slipped her mask off I whispered, “Excellent my lil subbie, maybe not Oscar standard but you will get your reward later.”

“Thank you Sir,” Melissa whispered back, “You know that being with You is all the reward I need.”

I turned back to face Anne who was struggling up off the chair, her face flushed with excitement.

“Well Anne, I think you have enough footage to put together an interesting little segment for your show.”

“Wow Matt and Melissa, that was absolutely amazing. I’m sure your demonstration will be the highlight of the show, thank you so much Melissa.”

Before Melissa could answer I asked her to go to the kitchen and prepare the coffee and snacks for our guests. Jake and Zeke collected their equipment while I chatted some more with Anne.

Melissa called us out to the living room for a welcome break. I deliberately talked to the guys about their experiences at Channel 8, which gave Anne a chance to chat with Melissa. I knew I could trust Melissa to be careful with her answers. Time soon passed and soon it was time for Anne and her crew to depart. They thanked us for our time and were effusive with their compliments of how well the shoot had gone. We said our farewells and Anne and the crew stepped outside to return to the television station. Melissa closed the door and looked quizzically at me.

“Yes my subbie?” I asked, knowing she was bursting to ask questions.

“Sir, firstly you were just great, so calm and composed. You brought back memories of the first time I met you. And secondly, was it my imagination or was Anne turned on by what transpired in the dungeon?”

“Transpired? That’s good woody word,” I laughed. “Yes Melissa, Anne was very turned on, I expect she will return soon. And thank you for the compliments.”

“You think she will return Sir?” Melissa was wide eyed, “She certainly was interested in my experiences while we were having coffee. I hope she won’t use any of what I told her in the documentary.”

“Don’t worry about the documentary, I have the final say about what goes onto the screen.” The front door bell interrupted my words. “Hmmm, could that be Anne so soon?”

Melissa raised her eyebrows at me as she moved to the front door. I was not surprised when I heard Anne’s voice from the hallway and I moved out to greet her.

Anne looked at me and gave an embarrassed smile. “I’m sorry to interrupt you Matt, and Melissa, but ummmmm, oh golly I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s ok Anne, I know why you are back.”

“You know why I came back?” Anne spluttered, wringing her hands nervously, “Oh God was I that obvious? I hope the boys didn’t realize what was happening to me. I was so wet, shit, what am I saying? You must think I’m crazy.”

I grasped Anne’s left arm and she made no protest as led her down the hall back to the dungeon. Her face was bright red and she moaned when I stood her in a corner and ordered, “Stay there and don’t move, I’ll be back shortly.”

I turned and left the room, hurrying to the living room where I knew Melissa would have switched on the closed circuit television. To my delight Anne was still standing facing the corner.

“She hasn’t moved since you put her there,” Melissa said in an excited voice, “What are your plans Sir?”

“First, you are going to assist me Melissa. I want to see escort maltepe how your Domme training is coming along. Anne really likes you, I was watching while you were chatting and having coffee. Just follow my lead in the dungeon, go and change into your leather gear, quick now.”

Melissa smiled, rose on tiptoe and gave me a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you Sir, I won’t let you down.” She giggled and ran to her room to change.

After a few more tension building minutes I returned to the dungeon, Anne had not moved.

“Come over here Anne,” I ordered as I sat on the straight-backed chair.

With her eyes flicking over the equipment hanging on the walls Anne walked the few paces and stood in front of me.

“Kneel down!” I barked the order.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh yes, I’m sorry Matt,” Anne knelt, her head downcast, not wanting to make eye contact with me.

“Well Anne, this is something I did not expect when we first spoke on the phone. You were so confident and composed, when did your mind start to spin?”

“Start to spin, yes what a good description.” Anne found her voice. “Well I had a few feelings of ummm, excitement I guess, when I was looking at the web sites you suggested, especially castlerealm dot com. But I just ignored the feelings as being stupid, shut them out of my mind, you understand what I mean Matt?”

I nodded and let Anne continue.

“But when you bared Melissa’s lovely arse and started to spank her I had trouble standing and had to sit down. I ohhhhhh shit, I was worried I would drip on the floor I was that wet, like I am now. Oh I can’t believe I’m here telling you all this, what’s happening to me Matt?” Anne looked up at me with pleading eyes, obviously worried that she was losing the plot.

“Look Anne, I’m no psychologist. All I can do is repeat what I said in the interview. Some people in management or in highly stressed positions have a need to give up control when away from work. My advice is not to question your needs, everyone is unique and different.”

I was interrupted by a knock on the door and I called, “Come in Mistress Melissa!”

“Mistress Melissa?” Anne gasped as Melissa entered the dungeon.

Melissa looked absolutely stunning dressed completely in black leather. A small tight vest that pushed her breasts high, short pants and thigh high boots made an amazing change from slave to Mistress. She strode confidently across the dungeon and stood beside Anne, stroking her hair.

“My God Melissa you look so different,” Anne’s voice showed her surprise.

“Melissa is a BDSM switch,” I explained, “That means she can take the submissive or Dominant role. As you know she came to me as submissive, but from a dominant role in her job. So the change from one to the other is relatively easy for her, and I’m delighted with her progress in learning the Domme role.”

“Sir, I am ready to assist you with Anne,” Melissa said with a hint of pride in her voice.

I stood and helped Anne to her feet, leading her over to the spanking horse. She stood in front of the padded wooden frame, breathing quickly through clenched teeth, a tremor of anticipation running through her body.

I looked at Melissa and mouthed “safe word” as a hint. She hit herself on the head as if to say, ‘My first time in charge and I forgot something so basic.’

But she recovered her poise in a couple of seconds and asked, “Anne do you have any preference for a safe word? Sir explained the use of safe words to you earlier.”

“Oh Melissa,” Anne started to say but was interrupted firmly by my subbie.

“Mistress Melissa is my name Anne, and I want you to call me that, or just Mistress will suffice.”

I smiled to myself as Anne gulped and replied, “I, I’m sorry Mistress Melissa, I forgot, I mean, oh I’m so confused. Can you give me a safe word please Mistress.”

“Anne take some deep breaths and try and relax.” Melissa was now really on the ball, “If anything happens that you can’t stand just say ‘red’, and we will stop. Now lets get this jacket off.”

Melissa reached out, undid the three buttons and opened the front of the jacket. Melissa’s hands brushed Anne’s breasts as she pushed the jacket back off her shoulders causing Anne to gasp in surprise. I nodded at Melissa and together we placed Anne directly in front of the horse.

“Bend over Anne,” Melissa ordered.

A long low moan escaped Anne’s lips as Melissa and I firmly pushed her down and over the padded top of the timber frame. Melissa grasped the hem of Anne’s skirt and lifted it up over her back exposing white silk panties.

“Pleeeeeease,” Anne pleaded as Melissa pulled the panties up into the crack of her arse, enabling both of us to rub our hands over her smooth white skin.

“You want us to stop Anne?” I asked, “We don’t have to go any further you know.”

“No, don’t stop, just pleeeeease get on with it,” Anne pleaded, “This waiting is killing me.”

I grinned at Melissa and her eyes twinkled back at me, she was enjoying her new role immensely.

I pointed to a tawse hanging on the wall that Melissa collected and held out to me. I signaled that she was to keep hold of the tawse and another smile lit her lovely face. I moved around and knelt in front of Anne, holding her arms so she could not escape. Melissa raised her eyebrows at me as if to say, ‘I’m doing this alone?’ and I nodded back, smiling enthusiastically at my trainee Domme.

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