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The next few days I was really concerned about Nancy’s comment about “having someone fuck me.”

She had become so cruel and cold to me, treating me like some kind of toy used only for her pleasure.

I couldn’t get out of my head all of those images out of her fucking and sucking all of those different men.

The strange thing is that through all of this, my desire to please her and worship her was stronger than ever.

I’m sure part of that was because she was totally controlling my ability to have any sexual pleasure. I hadn’t cum since all of this began on that dreadful day when she caught me masturbating with her friend Vicki’s panties on.

She called me at the office and told me she had a special treat for me that night.

I was to come home from work, put on Vicki’s panties, which she would lay out for me on the bed, go to the basement, place the spreader bar between my legs, put on a blindfold, and handcuff my hands behind my back.

Upon returning to the house that night I did as I was told.

I hated the spreader bar because it left my cock and balls so exposed to any evil thoughts Nancy had in that wicked mind of hers.

I stood in the silence, naked except for Vicki’s panties, blindfolded, waiting to hear the door for what seemed forever.

My cock strained against it’s confining device, desperate to be touched.

I soon heard the door open and heels clicking across the floor.

As she got closer the smell of her made my cock grow even harder.

She reached out and stroked my confined cock through the panties. I moaned and received a slap on my balls for making a noise without being told to.

Then, slowly, she peeled off my blindfold. And there was the big surprise Nancy had told me about…it wasn’t Nancy at all…it was Vicki.

I can only imagine the look on my face.

“Well, well, well” Vicki said. “I finally found my favorite pair of panties.”

“Vicki, I’m so sorry” I started but was cut short as she brought her knee hard up between my legs and into my balls.

The pain was excruciating but I couldn’t do anything to defend myself being handcuffed as I was.

“Did I tell you to talk asshole?” Vicki asked.

I shook my head no, afraid of what she may do next.

I then noticed the outfit she had on…heels at least 5 or 6 inches, and a black leather corset with garters attached to silky stockings covering those gorgeous legs. Her beautifully shaved pussy, which I had fantasized so many times about seeing, was fully exposed, as was her unbelievably tight ass.

Despite my pain my cock was trying to grow in it’s confinement. Vicki noticed.

“It looks like that cock wants out of it’s cage, and it just so happens that I have the key” Vicki said as she pulled the key from her bra.

She knelt between my legs and pulled the panties aside exposing my chastised cock.

“Do you want me to take this off Slave?” she asked taunting me.

She grabbed my balls and squeezed, “Speak slave”.

“Yes Mistress, please remove the cage!” I pleaded.

I watched and almost came from feeling her touch on just the cage as she removed it from my cock, which sprang forward.

“My, my” Vicki said, “It looks like someone is ready for action!”

She took my cock and slid it softly back into the panties I was wearing…her panties.

Vicki moved so close to my face I could feel her breath.

“Do you like wearing my panties, Mike?”

As she spoke escort ataşehir she ran one fingernail along the length of the underside of my throbbing, dripping shaft.

“Yes Mistress” I responded.

“You’re getting them all wet and these were my favorite panties. Don’t you think you deserve some punishment for messing up my favorite panties, Mike?”

“Yes Mistress” I said, my mind still reeling that this girl of my fantasies was standing before me in this situation.

“I’m not sure you can take it Mike…I’m much tougher than Nancy” she said.

“She has told me all about your new role as her slave and cum slurper” she continued. “What I don’t think she told you is that you will now be my slave as well as hers.”

“Nancy said it was the least she could do since all of this started because of your disgusting little fantasies of me” Vicki said.

“She told me your little…and she emphasized little, cock hasn’t had relief since that day she caught you sitting in my panties, jerking your cock while looking at my pictures.”

Vicki now lightly grabbed my whole shaft in her hand. “I bet you would just love to feel me squeeze your cock and jerk it off in my tight little panties wouldn’t you slave?”

Having her standing there looking so incredibly hot, holding my cock and saying this to me was driving me crazy with need. But her touch was so light it was only causing me frustration, not relief.

“Please squeeze it harder Mistress,” I begged.

Vicki smiled a devious smile, removed her hand and said, “I think I have just the thing to squeeze that little cock of yours.”

She walked to a table and returned with a large bucket, full of clothespins.

“Your punishment is about to begin asshole, and if I hear one sound from your lips, you will regret the day you were born.”

“Lets see, I only have about 100 of these pins…where shall I start?” Vicki asked, looking at me with those smoldering brown eyes.

Suddenly she brought her foot up hard into my balls. I asked you a question slave and I expect an answer.

My balls ached so badly I almost lost my breath.

“Please start with my nipples Mistress” I managed to breathe out.

“Isn’t this fun, directing your own pain Mike?” she said with a devilish grin.

“Yes Mistress.” I made sure to reply this time.

She began adorning my body with the clothespins. I had never felt tighter pins in my life. First she surrounded my nipples with the pins, and then placed one pin directly on each nipple.

She was talking to me as she placed the pins, making me explain to her how I could be so pathetic to steal her panties and jerk off in them. She made me describe in detail what I though about when I jerked off while fantasizing about her. I was so humiliated and she loved it.

She pulled my panties down so she could access my cock and balls.

Her next move with the pins was to my balls. She made me count as she placed the pins. I counted a total of 12.

She then moved to my ass, placing the pins randomly all over my cheeks.

Then, dreadfully for me, she started placing the pins up and down my cock shaft. And finally placed at least six on the head of my cock. I was in severe pain but I didn’t dare complain or make a sound unless she instructed me to talk.

She stood closely to me and began rubbing her hands over all of the pins, making each one feel like a needle sticking into escort pendik my skin.

“You’re a tough guy aren’t you?” She taunted knowing I was in severe pain.

She grabbed the clothespins on each nipple and squeezed them hard, twisting them in almost a complete circle.

A moan escaped my lips.

“Let’s see, what did I say about making noises?” she said.

I looked at her with fear in my eyes.

She went to a box and returned with a large dildo, probably 10 inches long, and very thick. She moved in front of me and held it in front of my mouth.

“Suck it,” she said, shoving the dildo to my lips.

I licked and took as much as I could into my mouth, but it wasn’t enough for Vicki.

“I know you’re a better cock sucker than that,” she said. She then grabbed the back of my head and shoved the fake cock deep down my throat, causing me to gag.

She held it there for several seconds. I couldn’t breathe and was scared to death.

Vicki abruptly pulled the cock from my throat and laughed loudly at me.

“You’re a cock sucker alright, but I think you’re going to need more practice.” She went to the door and to my horror, she took the hand of a guy and brought him into the room.

“This is Andy, but you will call him Master” Vicki said.

With that, she started kissing Andy, rubbing all over his body, slowly removing all of his clothing.

I couldn’t believe the size of his cock. I felt humiliated looking down at my small cock.

Vicki shoved me to my knees. I was staring directly at my Master’s cock, which was already dripping with pre-cum.

“Open your mouth” Vicki instructed me.

I did as I was told. Andy moved closer to me, grabbing me by the hair, and shoved his cock deeply into my mouth. I gagged at first but soon was able to relax enough to accept the large cock in my throat.

Vicki moved her face next to mine. “Show us what a good cock sucker you are Mike.”

I moved my head back and licked and sucked his cock with abandon. I was so horny that I would take any kind of sex I could get.

Just before he came, Vicki grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back.

“Not yet cock sucker,” she said.

I have another surprise for you.

The door opened again and in walked Nancy.

Nancy walked straight over to Andy and gave him a long kiss.

Her hands and mouth moved all over his body as I watched. She finally moved to his cock. I could almost feel my own cock sliding in and out of her mouth as I watched her suck this stranger.

They were inches away from me and Vicki removed my handcuffs and ordered me on all fours.

This gave me a close up view as I watched Nancy, my wife, as she helped guide this stranger’s cock into her pussy.

I couldn’t believe she was making me do this. I watched with jealousy as she moved to accommodate his cock, moaning as she did, obviously enjoying herself.

“Do you remember how good this feels Mike?” Nancy asked me. “His cock is so big and thick.”

“Move your head closer to my pussy. Watch your wife get fucked hard by another man. A real man” she continued.

“I bet you want to get fucked don’t you Mike?” she asked.

“Look behind you” she said.

Vicki had taken the dildo and put it in a harness and was straddled behind me.

“Look into my eyes Mike” Nancy said.

As I did, Vicki plunged the dildo deep into my ass.

Here escort ümraniye I was, covered in clothespins, being fucked in the ass by a girl of my fantasies, watching my wife get the fucking of her life by a stranger.

“Looks like we’re both getting fucked Mike…isn’t this great?” she teased.

I watched as the stranger’s movements became faster and faster. Nancy was bucking like crazy, screaming “fuck me hard!” over and over.

Meanwhile my own ass was being ravaged by Vicki.

I watched for several minutes as Nancy came again and again, wanting it to be me giving her pleasure.

Soon the stranger, my Master, groaned as he came deep inside of Nancy.

I envied their looks of total relaxation.

Vicki plunged deeply into me and secured the straps around my waist, leaving the dildo buried deeply in my ass.

Andy moved from between Nancy’s legs. Vicki moved me around so I was positioned directly in front of Nancy’s gaping hole, dripping with cum.

“Lick” Nancy said, shoving my face into her sopping pussy. She sat up, and slowly stood over me causing all of his cum to flow into my open mouth.

Vicki and Andy were now fucking but I couldn’t watch as Nancy covered my face with her pussy.

I brought Nancy to two more orgasms as I heard Vicki and Andy screaming out in ecstasy.

Nancy had me watch as Andy pumped his load into Vicki. Nancy then shoved my face into Vicki’s wet cunt. Again I licked out the stranger’s cum and brought Vicki to another orgasm.

I was then ordered to lick Andy’s cock clean before he left.

My hands were re-cuffed and tied to a rope, which they then extended over my head causing my arms to be outstretched upward.

“We’re not quite through with you Mike,” Nancy said. “I know you need some relief, and we’re going to give it to you.”

“You want all of those clothespins off of you don’t you slave?” Vicki asked me.

“Yes please Mistress, they hurt very badly,” I pleaded.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that for you” Vicki said.

They both walked across the room and came back carrying riding crops.

“Remember, you asked for this,” Vicki said as she got in front of me and Nancy behind me.

“Now!” Vicki said, and they both began furiously whipping the clothespins from my body.

Vicki was slapping the pins from my nipples as Nancy whipped them off of my ass.

When those were gone, they stopped, leaving the pins on my cock and balls.

Nancy grabbed the pins on my cock and balls and asked me, “Do you want these off too slave?”

I dreaded the thought but had no choice. “Yes Mistress.”

They then began taking turns, three swipes each, removing the pins from my balls. Occasionally a misfire would cause the whip to land directly on my balls.

I thought I would pass out from the pain. Then they started on my shaft, now not really caring if the whip was slapping my cock and balls or the pins.

I was crying, begging them to stop. There was one pin left at the tip of my cock.

Vicki walked to a table and returned with a large leather strap.

“Beg me!” she said looking into my eyes.

“Please do it Mistress,” I said through teary eyes.

She brought the strap up from the underside, missing the pin but squaring up on my balls.

I hung limply in my restraints as she brought the strap high over her head and brought it down with a vengeance on the top of my cock, knocking the last pin off of me.

I couldn’t even hold myself up as I swung from the rope on my arms.

Vicki then moved behind me and pulled the dildo from my ass. She brought it to my lips and ordered me to lick it clean.

“Ooooh, you’re good Vicki” Nancy said.

“I hope you learned your lesson about stealing panties fuck head,” Vicki said, and they both left the room.

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Monique looked around the conference table. The five men were all dressed in dark suits. The typical amalgamation of financial industry types that imagined themselves masters of the universe. Monique considered a couple of them attractive; though not near as hot as Tyler. The two women were wearing gray, knee length skirts and white blouses. The older, heavy set woman, Susan Matthews, was the firm’s Chief Counsel. Monique was not familiar with the other woman but she was struck at how put together she was. She was beautiful in a professional sort of way. Her shoulder length, auburn hair was pulled back tight in a ponytail. Monique guessed her to be in her early thirties. She had striking, green eyes that shone behind fashionable rectangular eyeglasses with black frames.

“As you know Ms. Milan, most of our fund’s investors are outside the U.S.” Eric Knapp, the Chief Operating Officer said “they require a dynamic offshore infrastructure.”

“Well Eric, our firm has the most robust offshore platform in Cayman and perhaps any offshore jurisdiction.” Monique replied with a familiarity to match his formality. “Sanctuary Trust Company is not just a name plate at the post office. We have been providing top quality services to private equity firms and hedge funds for nearly fifty years.”

“We are quite familiar with Sanctuary’s history Ms. Milan.” Shot the younger woman with auburn hair. “It is the regulatory environment in Cayman and the island’s newly inked agreement with the U.S. regulators that have us concerned.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch you name.” Monique said with a polite hint of annoyance.

“Katherine Duco, Deputy Counsel.” She responded curtly.

“Well Katherine, the regulatory environment in Cayman is not adversarial as it is in the States” Monique started “our regulatory commission works in close partnership with the industry to assure that Cayman remains THE premier destination for offshore funds and accounts.

Was that a wink? Did she just wink at me? Monique asked herself. Did anyone else see that? She wondered as she felt a jolt of nervousness and blushed ever so slightly.

The rest of the meeting was uneventful. No big changes would be forthcoming and Monique promised to keep them apprised of any changes that may affect the status quo. The meeting adjourned and Monique gathered her notes, put them in her briefcase, and exited the conference room. Katherine approached her as she came into the hall.

“Monique, thank you for making the trip to Chicago.” She said. “I hope I wasn’t too rough on you in there.”

“Not at all” Monique replied “I like to be challenged.”

“I bet you do.” Katherine said with the hint of a smile.

“It is a pleasure to meet you.” Monique said awkwardly businesslike.

“The pleasure was all mine” she replied “and please, call me Kat, all of my close associates do.”

“Well Kat, I do hope that we will become close associates.” She said.

“I’m sure we will” Kat said “but first I may have a few follow-up questions if you happen to be in the mood for additional challenges.”

Is she flirting with me? Monique thought to herself.

“As I said, I enjoy a challenge. I’d be happy to answer any additional questions you might have.” Monique said.

“Great. I’m in meetings the rest of the day. Perhaps we could meet over drinks?” She asked.

“Uh, sure, that would be fine.” Monique said with a slight hesitation. She was seeing Tyler tonight and she knew he would get a kick out this when she told him.

“Excellent! I will meet you in the bar at your hotel at 8:00pm sharp.” Kat said with a sly smile. Then she turned and walked away.

She did it again! Monique said to her inner self. She winked at me. She is coming on to me.

Monique walked to the elevator bank while playing the conversation over in her head. She was sure that Kat had been coming on to her. What possible additional questions could she have? She asked herself. And how presumptuous of her to suggest we meet at MY hotel and at 8:00 at night! Tyler is going to die when I tell him.

She exited the office building, hailed a cab, and gave the driver the name of the hotel. In just over twenty minutes she was walking through the hotel lobby making her way to the elevator. When it reached her floor she exited, walked down the hall to her door, slid the key card in the door, opened, and entered. Tyler was at the desk in the back of the room typing something on his laptop. He looked up when she walked in noticing the funny look on her face.

“Hard day at the office?” He asked.

“I just had the strangest thing happen to me.” She said.

“Tell me about it.” He said.

“I think one of my clients hit on me.” She stated.

“Well I’m sure it’s not the first time Monique” Tyler said “you are a beautiful woman and men are dogs. I should know.”

“Yeah, but that’s the thing. It was a woman.” Monique said.

“Now THAT’s interesting!” He said with surprise esenler escort in his voice “Okay, you’ve got my undivided attention. Details please.”

Monique relayed the details of the encounter including the perceived winks and the arrangement of the date. Was it a date? She asked herself. Certainly it wasn’t a “date”, was it? Tyler listened attentively. When she finished he put his finger and thumb to his goatee and nodded contemplatively.

“So what do you think?” She asked him.

“I don’t know. Without being there it’s hard to say. But sometimes you gotta trust your gut.” Tyler said. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m not sure what to do. I’ve never been with a woman.” Monique said.

“Have you ever fantasized about it?” He asked.

“Sure, I think most women have that fantasy.” She replied.

“And did you find her attractive?” He asked.

“Yes actually, I did find her very attractive.” Monique said in response.

“Well okay then. I have an idea.” Tyler said “call room service and order us up a dozen oysters and a couple bottles of champagne. We will have a little happy hour prior to your ‘date’.”

Monique smiled, walked over to Tyler, put her arms around his waist, closed her eyes, and leaned in for a kiss. His lips covered hers and she felt the stress of the day and the anxiousness of her conversation slip away.

“I knew I could count on you to take control” she said “Gawd, I love that.”

He caressed her ass as she walked by him to the phone. As she picked it up and began to dial, he walked towards the bathroom and started stripping off his casual clothes. He would plan the details in the shower. He did his best thinking in the shower. It relaxed him.

By the time that Tyler had finished his shower and shave, room service had delivered a dozen Malpeque oysters laying on a bed of ice and two bottles of Veuve Clicquot. Monique had poured them each a glass. Tyler stood before her in nothing but a white, terry cloth bath towel. She admired his body as she reached out and handed him a glass of bubbles.

“To expanding one’s horizons.” Tyler said as they clinked glasses.

“To you pushing my boundaries.” Monique replied.

After sitting on the bed feeding each other oysters and sipping champagne Monique rose and went in to shower. Tyler stayed on the bed a moment longer to finish his drink before rising and walking over to his suitcase. He reached in and grabbed his pile of neckties. He counted out four, then added one more and put the others back in the bag. He then pulled out his dopp kit and reached in to bring out a small bottle of scented massage oil. Monique meanwhile finished her shower and was applying her makeup.

“I am ready for you.” Tyler shouted in the direction of the bathroom.

Monique went minimal on her makeup. The occasion did not call for much as she was not even leaving the hotel. She walked into the room to find Tyler still in his towel, five ties laid out on the bed, a bottle of oil on the nightstand next to the bed. She looked into his eyes and smiled.

Tyler laid a towel on the bed and motioned for her to lie on it. She lay on her stomach, looked to the left toward the window, and placed her face on the pillow. Tyler climbed on the bed straddling her body just below her ass. He grabbed the bottle of oil and poured a generous amount into his cupped left hand. He rubbed his hands together to warm the oil and then proceeded to slowly massage the oil into Monique’s back and shoulders. He continued lower massaging her legs, her ass, her thighs, and in between lightly touching the outer parts of her vagina. When her backside was oiled and smooth to the touch he turned her over. Again he started up at her shoulders and neck area, proceeded lower to her breasts, her stomach, her legs, and back to her vagina. She couldn’t help but feel aroused. His fingers slid over her labia and slightly penetrated her. She was wet for him and his oil slicked fingers.

Once Tyler was satisfied that Monique was properly oiled and relaxed he stopped, stood, and reached for his ties. With a couple turns and a twist he had fashioned a slip knot system that he placed on her right wrist. He cinched it tight and then did the same process with another tie on her left wrist. He then took the opposite side of the tie attached to her left wrist, and stretching her arm wide, attached the tie to the bed frame below the box springs. He then did the same thing to the tie attached to her right wrist. At this point her arms were outstretched and her back was pinned to the bed. Next he moved to her legs attaching his ties to her ankles. First the left, then the right. He left more play in the restraints on her legs so that she could twist and arch but her sex lay splayed before him.

“My, what a tight situation you have gotten yourself into Monique.” He said with a smart ass look.

“I’m at a loss for words” she replied “tongue florya escort tied I guess.”

“Oh, that’s next my witty little sex kitten.” He said. “I think we should start this scenario with you listening and watching more and talking less. You will have to find other ways to communicate your needs, wants, and desires.”

With those words he reached for the final tie and used it to tie a loose gag for Monique’s mouth. Then he stood back and admired his handiwork. She looked beautiful. So submissive and vulnerable that took all his willpower to not throw down his towel and take her right then and there. Instead he dropped his towel and walked over to his suitcase and pulled out a pair of blue, pinstriped boxers and pulled them on. Next he put on a black pair of dress socks, walked over to the closet, and pulled out a crisp white dress shirt. After the shirt he pulled out his dark grey suit. He pulled on the pants and tucked in his shirt. Monique lay watching him dress, gently twisting, and squirming. He walked back to his suitcase and reached in and pulled out another tie. This one, a black, textured, Armani design, he tied around his neck with a half Windsor knot. He stepped into his black Ferragamo loafers, pulled on his suit jacket, and turned to Monique.

“How do I look?” He asked teasingly. “No need to answer that, I know I look fantastic.”

Monique lay wide open on the bed watching as Tyler turned and left the room. A sense of fear came over her. What exactly was he up to? Why did he not fuck her? What was he going to say to Kat? Why did he leave her alone? All of these thoughts and more raced through her head as her anxiety and sense of vulnerability rose.

Tyler took the elevator to the lobby, exited, and made his way to the bar. He looked at his watch, a classic Cartier timepiece, it was 8:15pm. He scanned the bar and he immediately spotted the woman that Monique had described. Her auburn hair was not in a ponytail but hung freely about her shoulders. She wore a black cocktail dress that hung around her neck, dipped low to show her ample cleavage, and stopped just above mid-thigh thus showing off her toned legs. Simple. Sexy. She stood across from the bartender facing the entrance. She was sipping a pinkish drink in a martini glass. Tyler walked directly over to her glaring into her eyes the whole way.

“Kat, I’m Tyler Fox” he said matter of factly “Monique asked that I meet you.”

“Is that a fact?” Kat said with a hint of contempt. “And just where might Ms. Milan be?”

“She’s tied up at the moment.” Tyler said flashing his devilish grin.

“I don’t have time for games Mr. Fox.” Kat said.

“Then make time” Tyler said throwing a twenty on the bar to pay for her drink.

Kat watched with surprise as Tyler turned, walked out of the bar, over to the elevator bank, and turned back as if he expected her to follow. She stood there a moment contemplating the situation. How arrogant could one man be? She wondered. Or was it confidence? He certainly was attractive, for a guy. I wonder what Monique I up to? Shit, I guess I’ll play along and see where this goes. And with that final thought in her head she rose and strutted over to Tyler, taking her time, placing one stilettoed heel in front of the other.

“I wanted to share some details with Monique.” She said as she approached him. “I would appreciate it if you took me to her.”

“Intimate details?” Tyler asked suggestively.

“Are there any other kind?” Kat flirted back.

They entered the elevator and Tyler leaned close to Kat, inhaling the sweet, citrusy perfume she was wearing, and after pausing, for just a moment, he pressed the button for the 12th floor. When the doors opened he walked out and kept walking down the hall. Kat admired the confident manner in which he strode down the hall and she admired the way he looked from behind. Tyler stopped at the door and waited for Kat to join him. With his hand on the door knob he turned to face Kat.

“I think you will be pleased with what Monique would like to share with you.” He said with a sexy, tight lipped smile.

“Share with me? What is this? Show and tell?” She said teasingly. “That was my favorite game in kindergarten.”

“Yes. Show and tell.” He said. “Or something like that.”

And with those word spoken he opened the door and placing his hand on the small of Kat’s back gently pushed her into the room. Kat’s eyes widened and her mouth gaped open ever so slightly at the sight of Monique gagged and tied to the bed. Within a moment she realized from the look in Monique’s eyes that she was not in that position against her will.

“Oh my goodness. Monique, my darling, what have you gotten yourself into.” She said slowly shaking her head back and forth.

“I’m not sure she can answer you right now.” Tyler said. “It seems that the Cat’s got her tongue.”

“Well, perhaps this Kat can lend her hers.” Katherine kayaşehir escort said as she turned from Tyler and strolled slowly to the foot of the bed.

“My, my, what a pretty picture you are.” Kat said looking over Monique’s naked body from her feet, to her thighs, her vagina, her breasts, and her eyes.

Kat kicked out of her heels and stood with her knees touching the bed. She was between Monique’s legs. She reached out and, with each hand, caressed each of Monique’s legs just inside her knees.

“Such soft skin you have.” Kat stated.

Tyler had slid to the corner or the room and was seated in an oversized chair. He had grabbed a glass and filled it with champagne. Now he sat quietly sipping the festive bubbles and watched as Katherine effortlessly morphed into the role of dominant.

“I wonder what type of naughty things you must have done to deserve such treatment.” Kat said to her newly acquired submissive. “No need to answer me. For in my eyes you are guilty until proven innocent.” She continued. “And I plan to prove that you are anything BUT innocent.”

Katherine stood, unzipped her dress, and let it fall to the floor. Underneath she was wearing a red ‘After Midnight’ bralette by Hanky Panky with the matching boyshort thong. Tyler viewed the scene as a patron might appreciate a painting. Her red panties perfectly accentuated her apple shaped ass. Monique silently enjoyed the view from the front. Kat’s naturally voluptuous breasts seemed even bigger as they were pushed up and together by the design of the bra. The red fabric of her panties barely covered the landing strip of her freshly manicured pussy. Kat could see Monique smile behind the gag.

“Do you like what you see?” She asked Monique.

Monique shook her head, yes.

“Well I’m not so sure that you are as enthusiastic as I would like.” She said “Perhaps a little twist of your nipples will encourage a more appropriate reply.”

Kat leaned over and took Monique’s left nipple between her right thumb and index finger. She stared into her eyes and squeezed, gently at first, then applying more pressure and twisting slightly. Monique made a vain attempt to twist her body away from her punisher. She made an audible gasp under her gag. With that, Kat leaned over and kissed Monique on her tie covered mouth. Monique closed her eyes and submitted to her.

“That’s it my sexy knave.” She said. “Your pleasure is at my whim. My pleasure is assured if you are to be freed.”

She again leaned over but instead of putting her mouth on Monique’s she breathed a hot breath into her ear, and slid her head lower kissing her neck and clavicle. With her hands she massaged Monique’s tits interspersing gentle rubs with firm squeezes. She put her mouth on Monique’s left nipple, sucking it into her mouth, and twirling her tongue around it as it hardened. She pinched the right nipple as she bit down on the left just hard enough to illicit a cry from the gagged girl on the bed. Monique was rocking side to side and thrusting and arching her hips upward in an effort to entice Kat to continue her sensuous journey to her most erogenous zone.

“Do you want something?” Kat asked taking a break from her kisses.

Monique nodded and looked down her body towards her pussy. Kat repositioned herself on her knees between Monique’s legs. Her hands were on her thighs with her thumbs pressing into her legs right where her legs meet her pelvis, just inside the bikini line, ever so close to her vagina. She looked into Monique’s wanton eyes and lowered her head stopping just centimeters above her pussy. After pausing a moment she blew a hot breath onto Monique’s outer lips. Kat’s lips were close, but not touching, her labia. Monique arched her back and pressed her labia into Kat’s tease.

“Bad girl.” Kat said before giving a slap to the inner thigh of Monique’s right leg. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

Katherine stood and removed the gag from Monique’s mouth. Monique gulped a deep breath and started to say something but Kat stopped her by aggressively putting her mouth on hers kissing her deeply with her tongue. When she pulled way she replaced her mouth with her hand.

“You must understand that I remain in complete control.” She said. “You will tell me what I ask but you will not speak unless spoken to.”

“I understand.” She replied nodding her head in agreement.

Monique’s libido was on fire. The way that Katherine touched her, kissed her, and licked her was so different than that of a man. So different, though not necessarily better, than Tyler. It was the uniqueness of the experience, the tasting of the forbidden fruit that so turned her on and excited her. Her pussy was wet with anticipation. It ached to be touched.

Kat kneeled once again between Monique’s legs. She lowered her head keeping her eyes locked with Monique’s.

“What do you want sub?” She asked authoritatively.

“I want you to lick me.” Monique answered.

“But I have licked you sub” Kat said “I have licked you neck. I have licked your nipples.”

“I want you to eat me” she said this time “to fuck my pussy with your tongue.”

“That’s more like it sub.” Kat said. “How bad do you want it?”

“I want it more than I ever thought I would.” Monique said. “I beg you, eat my wet pussy.”

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“Contessa, I think I’ve found exactly what you’re looking for.”

La Contessa is on a mission; she has brought me into the Cannaregio district of Venice again to scour her contacts in the whore-houses of Venice for a girl who can play the role of a slave girl for her. She is deep in conversation with the matron of Il Torro Negro tavern. I was raised in the Cannaregio and before being found by one of her servants and entering the service of La Contessa I used to serve in the inns and brothels around here and, of course, do any work that was offered to me, whether that meant prostituting myself with a noblewoman or with some visiting merchant.

Eighteenth century Venice is a tolerant liberated city and the alleyways of the Cannaregio one its most debauched districts. La Contessa takes pleasure in visiting these places in Venice’s dark underbelly, sometimes in disguise, sometimes not. The last time I was in Il Torro Negro I was dressed as a noblewoman and debauched in one of La Contessa’s perverted scenes. But today La Contessa appears as herself, dressed sumptuously in an indigo gown woven with pearls and her ebony hair swept above her head and held by two ivory combs. Over her shoulder is a black velvet cape. She wears a plain white mask over her eyes to disguise her identity, though she is so renowned in Venice that it probably serves little purpose. All eyes in the tavern are turned on her. The brothels of the Cannaregio attract a diverse clientele and it is not unusual to find noblewomen here searching for some sexual excitement and they wouldn’t normally attract a second glance but La Contessa is a woman who commands attention wherever she goes. Her statuesque figure, her voluptuous curves and stunning dress draws the draws the gaze of everybody in the tavern.

“So, what makes you think she will be suitable?” La Contessa asks.

“I got a chance to speak with her. Her tale is a sorry one. She’s had many unfortunate encounters. But, she says she is genuinely submissive and I believe her. “

“Do you think she understands what service to me would mean?”

“I can’t say for sure your ladyship.”

“I’ve plenty of girls in my service who will prostitute themselves for me and are only too willing to suck cock and offer themselves to be fucked at my masquerade balls, but I’m looking for someone special, a girl who’s prepared to go further, who has the imagination to participate in my little games and is willing to do anything for her mistress.’

“All I can say Contessa is this girl struck me as being a bit different. I see plenty of pretty girls who come to me wanting to work here but this one isn’t like the others.”

“Hmm,” La Contessa ponders, “I’m definitely interested in her. Where’s this girl now?”

“Ah well, that’s the problem your ladyship, she’s in the hands of a merchant from Syria who’s been staying here. He asked for a private cellar room where he could keep a girl. I found him a little cell room in the cellars where he keeps her. I don’t know what he does to her there; it’s none of my business your ladyship, I’m sure you understand, I don’t interfere in anyone else’s business. But, I sometimes take her food, which is how I got to talk to her. She’s a pretty girl Contessa though I’ve got to say she’s in a bit of a sorry state at the moment.”

“Take me to her.”

“Oh, that’s a bit difficult your ladyship, only the gentleman is down there with her now.”

“Do you dare cross me Madame?”

A fierce stare, a raised eyebrow and a few harsh words and the poor matron of the house is catapulted into a state of agitation.

“Oh no, of course not your ladyship. I don’t mean to contradict you. I’m sure I can arrange something. Come with me.”

La Contessa has a satisfied smile on her face. We follow the matron down winding stone steps to the cellars where she points to a door hidden away in the corner and leaves us. My mistress gestures for me to be silent as we creep forwards. There is a metal grill in the door and La Contessa positions herself so that she can see through the door without being seen herself. She gestures for me to take a position on the other side so that we can both peep through the opening in the door.

The matron of the house was being coy about the purpose of the cell as it is perfectly clear that it’s part of the services she provides in her brothel and is designed for the use of her clientele with more sadistic tastes. It’s a dark cell fitted out with numerous chains and hooks. At first all I can see is a man’s back dressed in baggy light blue pantaloons and top and a turbaned head but as he turns to one side I can see a pot-bellied Arab man with a long black beard, who is clearly the merchant from Syria. Looking past him I can now see the girl. She is crouched in a corner, chained and shackled like a wild animal in a cage. The waves in her fair hair are matted and her body bears the marks of physical abuse. There is a metal collar around her neck attached to a long chain, which is fastened to a hook in the stone wall. At the moment this affords her some freedom of movement but her wrists and ankles have heavy metal shackles on, which have been used to secure her to the wall.

The merchant takes a pace towards her and slaps her hard across the face with the palm of his hand and draws it back again striking her other cheek with the bayrampaşa escort back of his hand.

“Whore slut of Bablyon,” he shouts at her. “You’re my slut and sex slave now. When I get you back to my land you’ll be made to service all my family. I have seven sons, all of them randy. They’ll take pleasure in having a little white girl to fuck. You’ll be my sex slave for life, what do you think of that?”

The girl remains silent and the merchant slaps her violently across the face again.

“I said, what do you think of that girl?”

“Yes, very good master,” the girl replies quietly.

La Contessa is watching intently. Will she intervene I wonder? At the moment she appears content to let the scene unfold before her, her blue eyes gazing with studied fascination. I try to gauge the girl’s reaction to her abuse. Is she enjoying this treatment? I know that such a thing can be possible. I have been tormented and tortured by La Contessa many times and have learnt to appreciate the blurred line between pain and pleasure and stay loyal in my service to her because of, not despite of, her treatment of me. But, I see no hint of pleasure or engagement in the girl’s face, only a blank look. Her expression is resigned as if this is a fate that she has to accept.

The merchant pulls at the girl’s bodice and rips it apart releasing her ample breasts. He bends down and bites her on the tits. I can see the red marks he has left on her soft flesh. He reaches out for a whip that is on the floor and lashes her across the breasts with it. There girl doesn’t moan or whimper let alone scream. The act of striking the girl is arousing the merchant sexually as I can see the outline of a hard cock pressing against his loose pants.

“Get on your knees bitch,” he shouts at her. “I’m going to make you my bitch-dog you fucking slut. Now, get on all fours.”

With a clank of the metal shackles on her ankles and wrists on the stone the girl does as she is ordered and gets herself onto all fours. The Syrian merchant stands over her pulling the chain attached to her collar so the rough edges of the metal dig into her neck. He grabs hold of her hair and yanks it hard. The girl lets out a gasp and egged on by the reaction the merchant twists her hair around his fist and pulls even harder. This time the girl, anticipating what was going to happen, doesn’t react. He pulls her head around and puts his face close up to hers.

“I’m going to take you girl, like a bitch in heat. But I’m going to give you some punishment first because you’re an insolent whore. What are you?”

“An insolent whore and a bitch slut master,” she answers obediently.

She releases her hair and, whilst still on all fours, she pulls up her skirt and sets on her back-side with the whip. The blows rain down on the peachy flesh of her arse. The whacking sound of leather on skin fills the cell. The blows get harder and harder until her back side is glowing red.

“Take that you bitch. What do you say?”

“Thank you, sir.”

He throws the whip onto the ground, drops his pants and kneels in front of her. He twists her hair around his hand again and pushes her head down onto his erect cock.

“Now suck on it, slut.”

The girl responds immediately to the command and takes the angry hardness in her mouth and sucks on it. Her head bobs up and down as her lips run along the length of his throbbing member.

“Ooh, yes, suck hard you bitch, suck harder.”

Still holding onto her hair he pushes the girl’s head up and down his cock in fast rhythmic movements. He lets go of her hair and the girl continues the tempo of her sucking, her mouth moving in a frantic motions. The merchant looks at though he is about to burst, his face is bright red and he is moaning in ecstasy shouting, “suck me whore, suck me.”

Suddenly he pulls his cock out of the girl’s mouth and moves behind her. She’s still on her hands and knees in a doggy position and the merchant let’s go of her chain lead to grasp her hips and push himself into her cunt. He’s so close to coming that it only takes a few hard pushes before he releases his load into her. He moans in ecstasy. She pants for breath with the shock and force of the final penetration. She collapses onto the floor, no longer able to hold the position on her hands and knees, and the weight of the Syrian merchant’s corpulent body falls onto her.

La Contessa and I look on transfixed. I can see Mistress is not interested in the cock sucking and the forced fucking, she is studying the girl’s behaviour, her facial expressions and her reactions, weighing up her potential to participate in La Contessa’s more refined exotic play. The girl can certainly take some punishment but it’s hard to judge if she’s taking it because she has to or because she genuinely desires it. La Contessa will want more than a passive vehicle for abuse like the crude merchant; she will want a slave who is willing and open, who will be prepared to explore all the sadistic fantasies that La Contessa can offer her.

Having taken his pleasure the merchant sits the girl up with her back against the wall of the cell, he lifts her arms, spreads them out and chains her to the wall and then spreads her legs and locks them to rings set in the floor.

“I’ll be back to take fulya escort some more pleasure from you later,” he threatens.

It’s at this point that La Contessa decides to intervene. She pushes the door open and strides imperiously into the cell. La Contessa towers over the merchant, filling the small room with all her feminine power and beauty. The merchant is startled. Before he can respond La Contessa proclaims her intentions.

“You have a very pliable young girl there. I am looking for just such a girl for my own household. I will offer you good money for her.”

The Syrian’s brown eyes light up at the word money but he is too experienced a haggler to sound too eager.

“She’s my sex slave now. She belongs to me. Why should I give up my slut-bitch to you?”

“I will offer you a good price for her.”

“How much?”

“Four silver soldi.”

“No, six.”

“No, four. Come, with four silver soldi in your pocket you can fuck every whore from here to Damascus five times over and still have change.”

“No, six,” insists the merchant.

“I will offer you five. Besides she’s damaged goods. It’s a good price and you know it. If you carry on like that she’ll be worth nothing. Even fully fit you’d only get one soldi for her at the slave market. Five is my final offer.”

The merchant pretends to ponder for a little while but they both know he doesn’t want to lose the sale.

“OK, mysterious masked lady, you have a deal.”

“Excellent, my servant will return with the money and collect the girl this evening. It’s been good business for me.”

“Likewise for me, Madame,” says the merchant as he takes La Contessa’s hand and plants a kiss on it.

She bristles, pulls her hand away, and throws him a disdainful look before sweeping out of the cell. Her look throughout the brief negotiations for the girl was inscrutable and I am amazed that she would hand over five silver soldi to the creepy Syrian. Against my better judgement my curiosity gets the better of me.

“But mistress, are you really going to give that rat five soldi?”

“Idiot of a servant. Do you think I would hand over good money to a worthless serpent like that. I want the girl. I’m very interested in the girl. She has potential. But, I’m not paying five soldi for her. Take my signet ring and go to the procurator of the Sestiere dei Cannaregio and demand on my behalf that he send constables to arrest him. I have plans for him. You will go with them. Say the girl has been stolen from me and then bring her back to my palace for me to deal with.”

I smile; how foolish of me to doubt La Contessa’s determination and ingenuity.

“Yes, of course mistress. It will be a pleasure.”

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La Contessa is waiting in her throne room; at her feet is one of her slaves on all fours being used as her foot stool, naked save for a leather hood.

I beckon the girl into La Contessa’s chamber. She looks forlorn and bedraggled; her hair is a tussle of fair waves and her bodice and skirt are rough and torn. She has scratches on her cheek, bruises on her upper arm, sore marks around her neck, wrists and ankles where the iron shackles have been and welt marks all over her, all the results of her abuse at the hands of the Syrian merchant. But La Contessa has seen past her battered body and unkempt appearance and recognises the potential in her.

La Contessa rises up, pushes her slave onto the floor with her booted feet, steps onto him, pauses for a few moments as the man gasps trying to take the full weight of her with the sharp heels of her boots digging into his back before stepping down off him. Two deep indentations are left in the servant’s back. She comes forward a few paces, her penetrating blue eyes appraising the girl.

“What’s your name girl?” She asks.

“Kimberley, Madame, but I’m known as Kim.”

“Kim, that’s a strange name.”

“It’s foreign Madame. I’m from England.”

They stand facing each other, La Contessa still in her sumptuous indigo gown and the girl Kim, in tattered rags as if she had been dragged through the alleys of Venice. The one is imperious; the other is forlorn, but with a quiet air of dignified resilience. La Contessa runs her painted fingers sensuously down the girl’s face and gently straightens a few strands of tousled yellow hair.

“She’s very lovely,” La Contessa says, turning to face me. “I love her fair hair and pale skin. It’s so unusual to see such a complexion even in a cosmopolitan city like Venice. My companions will love her; I think they will be attracted to her peach like complexion. When she is bathed and dressed by my maids I think her underlying beauty will shine for all to appreciate. Tell me girl, how is that you find yourself in Venice.”

“It’s a long tale Madame, but I will try to be as brief as I can. I once served a master back in Norfolk in England. I submitted to him dutifully and he dominated me like a true master but he lost all his money when the wool trade collapsed and he sold me to a German merchant from the Hanseatic League. Much of his trade was through Venice and he brought me here with him as his sex slave but, just a few days ago, he bet me as a stake in a game of dice to a Syrian merchant and lost. The Syrian was even crueller and abused me terribly, yenibosna escort as you have seen.”

“I hear that you are submissive, yet you speak of your abuse as if it were a trial for you?” La Contessa queries.

“This is true, but yet the German and Syrian did not truly dominate and control me Madame, they just used me abusively,” Kim replies.

La Contessa nods quietly to herself.

“Well spoken girl. Yes, there are but a few men who understand what it is to truly dominate. They think that beating a girl up and raping her is sadism. They are wrong, true sadism is an art form. Don’t you agree slave?” she asks turning towards me.

“Oh yes mistress,” I concur enthusiastically, “and you are its most skilled proponent.”

La Contessa curls her red lips into a smile.

“To be a true sadist you must have the artistry of a painter, the perception of a mind reader and,” she let out a wicked little laugh, “a cruel and twisted imagination. It is not brutal, it is subtle and refined. It takes a special person to possess it and, I think, a particular kind of submissive to receive it and really appreciate it. Are you that kind of person Kim?”

At this La Contessa runs her hands down Kim’s neck and pulls her ripped bodice apart so her breasts are exposed. She runs the tips of scarlet fingernails across the pale flesh of her breasts and takes a nipple between her fingers. The two women look into each other’s eyes. La Contessa squeezes the soft buds of Kim’s nipples between her hard nails. Kim expels a gasp of air and the slightest shudder ripples through her body but she does not flinch for one second and her eyes remain fixed on La Contessa. She takes Kim’s other nipple between her nails and squeezes them both simultaneously. I have been subjected to this treatment myself. I know how sharp La Contessa’s nails are, I know how painful it feels when she squeezes nipples so tightly. I watch on fascinated. La Contessa is testing the girl and she, for her part, is showing her what she is capable of taking. Her eyes have glazed over with the effort of enduring the pain but they are still locked onto La Contessa’s.

“Do you know what it means to serve me girl?”

“No, Madame,” Kim whispers.

“I am an exacting Mistress. I am cruel and capricious. I expect my servants to obey my every word without question. I demand a lot from them. The nature of my household is, how should I say, bizarre and perverted. Yet for those that genuinely give themselves up to me and embrace their servitude the rewards are great. Isn’t that so slave?”

“Oh, most definitely Mistress,” I reply with feeling.

La Contessa, still gripping Kim’s nipples tightly with her nails, twists them suddenly and firmly. The girl’s eyes flicker momentarily but then stare dreamily back into La Contessa’s.

“Do you still desire to serve me?”

“Yes Madame. Yes please Madame, I do. Very much.”

“I don’t accept just anybody into my household. There must be a test, an initiation, to see if you are truly worthy to serve me. You have passed one little examination but this will be a far more strenuous challenge. Do you still want to go ahead?.”

“Yes please Madame.”

La Contessa finally releases Kim’s nipples. They are reddened and sore and I can see the deep impressions La Contessa’s nails have made in the soft flesh.

“Very well, I will make the plans for your initiation ceremony. Julia,” she calls to her personal maid. “This girl desires to join my household. As you can see she is in a poor state. I want you to look after her. Run her a bath and put some rose water into it. I will have her smelling like the old fashioned English garden. Find some salve for her cuts and bruises. Then find something suitable to dress her in. Report back to me on her progress, I want her ready for me a week from today. You will bring her back as my little rosy faced, fair haired submissive girl dressed for her initiation into the perversions of the world of La Contessa.”

With these ominous words La Contessa dismisses the girl and myself from her presence with a wave of her hand.

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I wait for La Contessa underneath the portico at the entrance to her palace which overlooks the Grand Canal. Hers is one of the grandest palaces in Venice reflecting La Contessa’s wealth and social standing. Its frontage was remodelled earlier in the 18th century to create an elegant façade. An imposing stair case fans out before me down to the canal side. Kim is by my side having been bathed and dressed by La Contessa’s maids. She is wearing a crisp white sleeveless cotton bodice laced tightly so that her fulsome breasts are lifted up to show them off in all their soft milky magnificence. I can see her breasts swelling up and down with every breath that she takes. Her skirt is decorated with a bright rustic floral pattern. Her lips have been painted a subtle pink and her cheeks with the merest touch of rouge to set off her pale skin. The knots have been combed out of her fair hair which tumbles in waves down to her shoulders and she smells fragrant. I can see La Contessa’s vision for Kim; she has been re-cast for her as a fresh and innocent peasant girl dressed in her finest clothes for some special occasion. She is lovely. At the sight of her I have to control the swelling that is rising up in my cock. I daren’t let La Contessa see any traces of an erection or I know I will be in for a severe punishment. She looks calm and serene now but I wonder if she knows what she has let herself in for. I have experience of La Contessa’s bizarre and wicked imagination and know that the ordeal she will devise for this night will be a challenging one for the girl.

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“We have a surprise for you on Saturday.” That statement has been running thru my head for 3 days now since they said it. My friends know that I love to try new things, push my limits, and that I trust them totally. They also know I am like a little kid when it comes to surprises. “We have a surprise for you on Saturday.” How am I supposed to sleep? I am getting my surprise in about 18 hours. All I have been told is I will get the next instruction when we get to the club. So many ideas are running thru my head. I know I will enjoy whatever it is, but what is it? The anticipation, the build up, the edge of fear but security of trust has me unable to concentrate on anything but tonight.

Saturday night…

As I enter the munch, there are more people than normal. “What is Matt doing up here?” I wonder to myself as I approach the table. He is a dear friend and a hell sadist. Maybe he has a new toy and will break it on me. What a wonderful treat and honor. Now I know I am going to have a great night. There are many new faces this week also. Hey, there are some really interesting faces. A few new men are talking over by the bar to some of the regulars including Cindy. Watching for Cindy to walk away, and get the scoop on them. Cindy has a way of getting all the important data pretty quickly. She is also a very good read on people. My attention is still going back to Matt and what wonderful new implement he has now. My friends keep asking me if I am ready for tonight. Did I get a lot of sleep? Did I put on lotion? Oh well they can take care of that? Wait, what does that mean? Fire? Oh cool I have not fire in so long. Maybe he has new flaming floggers. This will be a great night. These are the best friends a girl can have. Well, if you are a submissive masochist like I am. They are my dearest friends. Both single mothers also, with kids about the same age. We are also very different in many ways. One is an incredible switch who can give pain almost as well as she takes it and really knows me so well and still likes me. The other is the sweetest rope slut I ever met. Heart of gold, great body, and to watch her euphoria while encased in rope is intoxicating. The only thing that would make this night better is my Chrissy. She is my dearest friend in the whole world, a hell of a sub, loves play almost as much as I do, and too many miles away. She is with her Dom/Boyfriend living the happy life she deserves in a different time zone, but only 1 button push away (speed dial).

Cindy is heading to the ladies room, perfect!

“Hi. You look great. How have you been? What’s the scoop on the new guys?” Comes rushing in my ears before I knew it was out of my mouth. Laughing at myself, guess I am little on edge. But think, who wouldn’t be.

“2 are Dom, very nice. 1 is switch, and married but she is open to it all and here. One says he knows you thru email, but I forgot which. Come back over with me.” Cindy calls over the stall tops.

I excitedly fix my hair, wondering how long that one piece was doing that funky flip thing. Shit, no wonder everyone was grinning at me funny. I thought I was just paranoid. I check my skirt, short but not too slutty. No runs yet in the thigh highs, garter straps are still straight, ankle strap on the 4″ hells are tight but not killing, yet. Fluff the girls, lol. Get the right balance of cleavage, and make sure the silver chain that connects the nipple rings is draped over front of the tank top. We head back to the bar, and I am trying to see if any of the faces look familar. Of course they have spilt apart now, so I have to go find my glasses and see if I can find which guy I have been emailing. Wondering which one I would like to run into tonight. Wondering if he was coming to club and going to watch my surprise.

The whole ride down to the club my mind is racing between my surprise and the few men I have been emailing, recalling one in particular that I should really set up to meet. He really has my attention shall I say. The conversation in the car turns to the new people at to the munch. “Oh hey, one of the new guys was asking for you while you stepped out. I forgot his name, but he said he might come to the club later. Why were you hiding him? He is interesting.” Came from the front seat invading my racing thoughts. “He may be at club” that is what broke thru the swirling fog of my head.

“Look we are here.”

My insides flip flop. Adrenaline rushes thru me suddenly knocking me off balance for a mere second. Mental note: wear flats up all those stairs, and then put on heels.

My senses increase as we climb the stairs. The stairway to heaven. “Oh shit, now I will have that song stuck in my head all night”, I giggle to myself.

“Do not cross the curtain.” Is growled into my ear as we approach the top of the stairs. Matt does love to mess with me. He must have it all set up already. From the grins on many faces and the glances to the curtain, and the sudden ending of conversation, I realize everyone knows but beykent escort me. This is more than flaming floggers, or one hell of a group mind fuck. I am ushered to a seat at the bar, and suddenly my favorite ice tea appears before me. Ok, someone please say something, anything. I wiggle nervously in my chair.

“She is just too cute.” I hear from the side. I go to the bathroom, beet red. I stare into the mirror, telling myself I will walk back out like nothing happen and I am going to have a great night. I wished I believed myself.

As I summon my courage and exit the door, the blindfold is dropped over my face. I sit as directed on the stool. I feel a cigarette put into my hand, and an ashtray. My breathing slows, and the slow comfort of the nicotine rushes thru me. Normal conversation has resumed. I am lost in my world of darkness, fee ling every essence of the act of smoking. When was the last time I had actually “felt” smoking. I do it daily and have forgotten that rush, that warmth washing over you, that comfort. Feeling the heat enter your mouth, go down your throat, invade you lungs, the shot of nicotine rushing into your blood stream causing millions of mini electric tingles going off all over you body as the drug infused blood circulates thru your body. A flash of heat bursts between my legs. A hand on my back brings me back to reality. I take this a signal to finish. The hand is female, as I feel the nails rake thru my hair. I do not reach back to see whom the hand is attached to. Right now in my world it just doesn’t matter.

The hand grasps my hair as I put the cigarette out. I am led to the curtain. I can hear the murmurs but not make out any of the words. I feel the curtain glide across me as we enter, washing me with adrenaline again. I am stopped, and the hand releases me. I feel more hands on me removing my clothing. No one is speaking. The absence of sight and sound is truly intensifying every touch. The cool air rushes over me, instantly chilling me.

I am directed to lie on the table. They have moved the room around. Had to get things out of the way for fire, make sense. I feel the fuzzy blanket I like. Wait, fuzzy blanket and fire? Fear and the realization that I have no clue what is going one set in. I was comforted with the thought I had figured out what my surprise was. I tensed wondering who was doing what to me tonight. I find it difficult to relax and get comfortable on this table. This must be new. It is like the rack. The center section supporting from your hips to your shoulders, feels padded under the blanket. The two extensions from the top are about a foot or so apart with the top of the table cut in a semi circle for better comfort. I try to find a good way to lay my arms and still be able to cross them to support my forehead. My Legs are supported separately on extensions about 6″ apart. Once I settle down, I feel rope slowly being dragged across my arms and legs. All four appendages are being tied down at once. Maybe that is my surprise, multiple tops. They know how much I love that. I give over to the feeling of the ropes being slowly, seductively dragged between my legs. The pressure of the ropes, the feel of them dragging against my skin, my dark world encases me again in a swirling fog of sensations. All binding complete, I am left to settle into my rope cocoon.

The blindfold is lifted, expecting a flood of light, and happily surprised to discover the room almost pitch black. A few candles in the furthest location glow at the edges of the room. My eyes adjusting begin to recognize my friends all sitting in chairs with anticipation. My security is once again broken when a man in all black enters the curtain and glides right to me. I can only see his outline as the light is mostly behind him, and I cannot fully turn my head as he stand near my hip.

His leather-gloved hand begins to glide across my back. I look at my friends with a fearful questioning, “what the hell is happening” look. The grin I get back tells me to just relax and go with it. After all I am here, with them all around, what could happen. The hands start rubbing with more pressure, feeling me relax to their touch. He starts to glide further and further until fully massaging my ass. My legs instinctively wish to part, but are unable to move from their binding. The hands laugh a low satisfaction that I have surrendered myself to him. His hands explore down my legs, running over the ropes. Down the back, gliding back up the middle, setting my inner thighs aflame at his touch. Trying to twist to see him, my hair is taken and head is forcefully lowered back to it place. Heat flashes again between my legs as his other hand slaps my ass.

His breath is on my back as he leans over me. “Say it.” He commands in a low voice.

Without thought I answer. ” I am your’s Sir.”

“Oh, I intend to.” Is growled back into my ear.

Soon after, I was lost in a whole new world of sensations. His gaziosmanpaşa escort hands touching and slapping me, the feel of the leather against me. I feel myself truly beginning to float when the flogger strikes me. The rhythmic thud lulls me into a mind space that exists on a truly different plane. The twin floggers alighting every part of my body and he orbits the table. After that it truly was a blur of strikes, caresses, thuds, and stings, everything he could think of. In the sub-space plane I was on, time had no meaning. I was nearing orgasm from the endorphins. Instantly as he began, he stopped. Anticipating what great toy he was going to retrieve, I was intrigued when I heard the clicking of metal. Was he unlatching a case? The source of the noise flashed in my head as my legs were suddenly thrown apart a rush of cool air against my wetness. So the table is moveable.

Something is draped across my arms; I lift my head to see it is a pair of gloves. The gloves small like leather, him, and me. I want to bury my face in them, but cannot reach. I am trying to wiggle my arm to move the gloves without knocking them in the floor. His bare runs up the inside of my leg, stopping just short of my wetness. My legs spread slowly wider until I fear one more inch will split me in half. There is another click, locking my legs spread wide, exposing me totally. The gentle thud of the thick acrylic cane begins on my inner thigh. From one side to the other, higher and higher until just reaching my wetness, then slowly lowering again. I lift my ass to him as best as I can move, craving to be touched. Craving the release that has been building. Who is this man? He is driving me incredibly crazy. He stands in front of me now, his crotch very close to one of my hands. The twin crops were dragging, slapping, stinging, and caressing my back and my ass. I reach out with my fingers as though stretching and graze his pants. The black denim is stretched tight across the front. As I lift my head slightly I can see he is swollen. He is enjoying this as much as I am. A wave of satisfaction hits me that I have pleased him somehow. Please whom? Who cares? He travels the length of my body to end between my legs again. I am completely open, exposing the dampness, the swelling, the darkness inside that is panting for this strangers touch. SLAP. Pain radiates thru my body from my crotch, and the bare hand contacts my wet pussy. A low laugh confirms he knows has my full attention again. One hand rests on my back, as the other begins to explore the wetness.

The darkness of the blindfold is returned to me. Once again blocking out any sight, allowing me to focus more on the other sensations. His fingers massaging my swollen clit, I begin to grind slightly against them.

“Not yet.” And his hand slides across my legs as I feel him begin to circle me with the twin crops again. Allowing me to cool off slightly. I will remember this night forever. Sensations so overwhelming, you crave more and more. He knows just how to play me, when to pick up pace, when to cool me off. Do I know him already? How much have my friends helped him? The crops return to my inner thighs. Working their way up to my crotch, now beginning to gently slap my clit. Testing my limits and wants by slowly slapping harder and harder, reading my reactions. Harder and harder until I am almost bucking, lifting myself, moaning.

“Ask.” He commands.

“May I cum, please Sir.” I beg almost breathless.

“Louder.”

“Sir, may I please cum.” I ask is as loud of a voice as I can muster.

“No.” he answers with an echoing SMACK of both crops at once on my ass. The pain makes me arch my back to the extreme pain, which settles itself in my crotch making me want to cum even more. I begin to whimper and struggle a bit on the ropes. As thought he was reading my mind “Ask for what you really want.”

“Please take me Sir. Please fuck me.” Voicing my deepest desire.

“You give yourself to me? You give yourself over in front of all these people? You wish to cum for me? For them?” he asks in a low but clear voice as he pressed himself against me, laying on my back, feeling his breath as he speaks directly into my ear.

“Yes please.” Is all I can whimper out.

I decided at that moment the most glorious sound in the world was the sound of his zipper releasing its swollen prisoner. Feeling him press up against me again, this time there was no tight stretched denim in between us. Just his hard velvet cock warm against my skin.

A familiar sound invades our bubble. I can hear what sounds like and smells like fingers entering and exiting a wet pussy. “You may not cum until she does.” I hear the other girl instructed. This adds to the excitement.

His hands on my back, this nails dragging across my back and his cock rubs against me. I am so wet he easy glides his head right in. I tighten around his cock as he slowly pushes further and further ortaköy escort into me, filling me completely. With a growl he begins to slowly fuck me as he grips my hips. With his weight on my hips and the rope on me I was completely unable to move. I was utterly at his control, and it felt great. Feeling every inch of him going in and out, starting with the tip of his large head all the way to the base of his shaft pressed right up against my bones. His speed increases, slamming harder and harder into me. Unable to stop myself, I begin to cry out. Not positive any of the sounds were real words, in my head I was screaming to keep fucking me.

Whining disappointment and frustration when he began to slow and just barley move his head right at the opening.

SMACK, he slaps my ass. Not sure if it was for whining or the fun of it, I whined again. SMACK. Ouch, that one hurt, but I got the point. His fingers penetrate me next to his cock. Stretching me. I hurt so good. He removed his cock and buried his hand in me. First 3 fingers, then 4, his thumb on my clit, his free hand slapping my ass. I was going to explode. He could feel me tightening around his hand, and slowed down again. Will I ever cum? Then one wet finger begins pressing on my anus. As I begin to lift my ass to his touch, silently begging for him to enter me.

The other girl lets out a moan of pleasure as imagine her penetrations mimic mine. He is and no longer spanking my ass, but penetrating it. Feeling both of his hands entering me I respond to him, moving in time with him. Wanting his cock back in me, needing to cum so bad it hurt.

The man really can read my mind. His head begins to enter me again, his 2 fingers still inside me opening me for him. Still using his other thumb to enter me. He begins to fuck me again. I can hear the wet slapping and moaning of the other couple mimicking our actions. I wish I could see them, but then settle into my darkness, settling into the slow rhythm of his penetration and withdraw. Something colder touches my ass. Something that is cold and firm, yet still soft. It runs it is run down my crack nosing its way into my pussy next to his cock. A slim object, that with almost a silent click, I discover it is a vibrator. The tip of the vibrator just at the edge of my opening he takes a few long, deep, slow strokes, feeling the vibrations against his cock. Without breaking rhythm, he removes the hand from my ass. I swallow the disappointment whine that attempts to escape form my mouth. I hear the low hum of another vibrator approaching from behind. How many does he have? Who is helping him? Where has this man been hiding? Can I keep him? The low hum grows closer, and I feel it on my leg, running up the back, across my ass making lazy circles as it is pushed in hard against the muscles. Unable to relax any further than I am, unable to move, almost unable to control myself, I feel the vibrator go around my hip, to come to a rest wedged under me, with the large rubber ball like head directly on my clit. When he pushed himself deep into me his balls will rub against it also. A man who knows how to enjoy a vibrator, very nice.

The vibrator that was in me with him slides higher. His is cock filling me by itself again. My ass instantly craves the vibrator. I love to be double penetrated. Being so completely filled, as he fucks me he can feel the vibrations inside and out against his cock and balls. He buries the vibe deep into me; quickly recognizing it is a plug, as it pops into place. His hands free now to grab my hips and fully take his pleasure in me. I can feel the abandonment; he is no longer thinking either, just simply enveloping himself in the feeling of us, feeling the vibes, feeling my throbbing around him. Wanting to cum, but not wanting this to end either. The vibrations quicken on my clit, his weight pressed down again on my hips. Forcing my clit down harder on the vibrator, almost to the point of pain. Almost. Craving the pain, craving the release.

Seeming like an eternity later, something cold is dripping down my ass to my pussy, awareness of a slight burn dawns. That smell, that feel, mint oil. This man knows my every pleasure. The oil rubbed onto my clit burns with such pleasure I can’t help but to again start crying out. My cries are answered with a guttural groan. I know he is close. Harder and harder, the sensations are overwhelming until I think I am about to pass out. My whole body begins to shake uncontrollably. My breathing so deep and slow, it is almost unnoticeable, my body shaking, I have lost any body control I was able to retain, and I feel myself begin to cum.

“Please Sir.” I whisper, unsure if he even could hear me.

“Yes” he hisses back just as silently. As that he begins to unload himself into me. I feel the warmth washing thru me. Knowing I have please him, knowing my cunt was now filled with his pleasure, I allow mine to begin.

SMACK, “I meant NOW!” He begins to slap my ass over and over again, making me cry out and scream as I came harder than I ever cam before in my life. Hearing her begin to cum also our cries in unison.

Words start streaming from my mouth, “Yes” “Please” “Harder” “Thank you” as the waves flood over me over and over again. The vibrator slowed to off but not removed. He pounds a few last times, pumping every last drop deep into me.

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**Authors Note: As promised, this is the second installment of my story. To get the context of this part, reading the first is necessary. I want to thank the readers for their encouragement and for egging me on to finish the second part (one in particular, you know who you are). This part has more raunch than the first part and of course there is much more perversion to come. But I repeat, this series has much more human dynamics than the regular lit stories for it to be considered just smut. So please be advised that this is not just wham, bam and thank you maam. Please vote and share your feedback. Don’t forget to mention your email so I can respond to your comments.**

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After those words from my Kutiya, I felt the dynamics between us change in a space of seconds. We were no longer very old friends who were madly in love. But we really were Master and slave. Malik and Kutiya so to speak.

I knew for a fact that my Kutiya has absolutely no idea about the dynamics of BDSM. She knew nothing of the protocols, training required and different aspects which needed to be appreciated for her to become a complete slave. But I also knew that she was a natural born slave. She understood the basic philosophy of being a slave and giving everything to her Malik.

I knew what I had to do. I had to train her and train her completely to be my obedient and mindless Kutiya. My cock was liberally leaking precum and dribbling it over my thighs by this time. I could even smell my arousal that was emanating from the heat of my dripping prick.

Another thought flashed into my head. I was in South Asia and she was in Europe. Of course I go there and she visits here, but it would essentially still be a long distance relationship. I decided to broach this with her before we proceed further. It was essential that I understood my Kutiya well before jumping into her training over zealously.

Most people tend to assume being a true Dom or Owner of a slave means some kinky sex and perverse fetish related fun. Not so. Oh they are undoubtedly part of D/s and a very important part at that. But BDSM is by no means just about the sex and kink. It’s a way of life, involving control over every aspect and that is what I imagined with my Kutiya. To train her completely and mold her according to my desires. To erase her previous existence and remake her in my own image.

So obviously to get to the fun part, I would have to first sift through a lot of unwanted clutter. Get to know her deeper and understand her feelings about essential issues which would affect us in the long run. She was a virgin in the lifestyle who had decided to become a slave simply because of love and more importantly because that’s what she was. What she was born as.

But all these were things I assumed, correctly of course, but assumed nevertheless. I needed to be absolutely sure about quite a few things first and I decided to test her capability to adapt to her new role.

All these previous thoughts passed through my mind in a space of a few seconds from the time she has said yes and I had accepted to being her Dom and training her. I realized I was still looking at the cursor blinking at the end of my message where I had accepted her as my Kutiya. By this time she should have replied with something of her own. Why hadn’t she? Immediately I controlled my drifting thoughts. No one makes a commitment like that lightly.

Without wasting time, I decided it was time to assert my dominance and show her that life had changed, for good. For the both of us of course, but it’s not easy to be trained as a slave. She needed a wakeup call first before I delved into further details with her.

I brought up the call button for initiating a cam conversation and invited her straight away. My cam was opened and displaying me sitting, albeit in a rigid position on my bed. I could see that on the corner of my screen, however her part of the box, which was supposed to display Kutiya was still dark with “Waiting for permission” written on it.

I stared at it hard almost willing it to open and display her. This was the moment of truth in some sense. Would she face me and still have the same feelings of becoming my Kutiya? We all know it’s easier to say some things to people when we are not facing them or looking at them directly. But saying the same thing while looking at them straight in the eye? Let’s just say it’s a whole different ballgame. In some ways I believed if she could look me straight in the eye and repeat everything she had told me a few minutes before, about becoming my Kutiya, then I would have accomplished a coup d’état. I would have gotten her to admit what I wanted and at the same time, see her reactions first hand.

In what seemed like ages, but must have been no more than forty five seconds, the box where I was supposed to see her suddenly opened up. Bang! There it was. I was looking at a very flustered Kutiya. She had her head bent low. Her hair was disheveled, as if she had alibeyköy escort been running her finger through it. All I could see was the top of her head. This was not nearly good enough. I needed to push further.

I noticed the voice bars were active on the window. It meant I could speak to her now and she could speak back. We had no need type anymore. I could feel my cock given an involuntary twitch. I would finally be able to assert my control in reality. Speak. Give a command and see her react to it. I licked my lips in anticipation as much as to wet them and I finally spoke. “Kutiya.”

I could hear my voice reverberate over the speaker and watched my Kutiya jerk her head up to look at the screen, effectively she was looking at me. He cheeks were flushed. I could hear her shallow breathing and her breasts were heaving up and down, in what I assumed was excitement. Her eyes were darting from left to right because she was avoiding looking at me directly. She was like a beautiful bird trapped in a cage. I fell in love with her all over again.

“Look at me Kutiya” I spoke softly. I could see her eyes dart back to the screen and me. “Look at me and see your Master, your Malik. I want you to look me in the eye and tell me exactly what you told me a few minutes before. I am sure you know what I mean, don’t you Kutiya?”

She kept her gaze fixed and staring and did not speak for some minutes. Then her head nodded up and down slowly. “Good then say it again while you look at me”, this time I said it more forcefully. The flush which was on her cheeks was now visibly spreading down to her neck and the tops of her creamy breasts which were just visible over her nighty. I kept my gaze fixed on her and hers were on me. I did not want to repeat my order again. It was crunch time.

She took a deep breath, her breasts rising like peaks and the thin nighty doing nothing to hide her visibly erect nipples through them. I could see her wet her lips. Her pink tongue snaking out and coating her lips with moisture. Her throat worked, as if she was trying to speak but the words would not come out of her mouth. I kept my stare steady on her eyes, giving away nothing of my anxiety within. I could hear the clock on my desk ticking slowly. There was complete silence.

Finally her mouth opened and she said, “I have always loved you Phantom. I never stopped loving you for even a single day from the time I met you. I have always wished I was your wife. Someone who took care for all your needs, sexual or otherwise. Someone who could serve you and make you happy. I am and always have been jealous of your wife and wished I was in her place. I know what it means to be a slave. Yes I want to be your slave Phantom. I want to be your obedient Kutiya. I want you to control every aspect of my life. Be my Lord and Master and tell me what to do every single minute of my life. Yes Master I want you to train me to be your obedient Kutiya.”

Coup d’état!

I had what I wanted. I had my Kutiya, right where I wanted her. Now our life as Master and slave could finally begin. I had quite a lot to ask her and talk to her about. But that would have to wait. I wanted to push her a bit further. I spoke softly, “Kutiya, the primary duty of a slave is to obey. In all things. That means when I tell you to do something, I do not expect thought or doubts. I expect action and immediate compliance to all I ask. Even if you think what I am saying is wrong or incorrect, there is to be no disobedience. If and when I give you permission to speak freely, you can express doubts if you have any. Not otherwise. Are you willing to accept this first principle as the basis of your training from today?”

Her gaze was steady when she replied, “Yes Malik, I accept complete obedience and total compliance to whatever you may order, without thought or doubt.” I smirked. “Take your clothes off Kutiya. I know you are not wearing a bra, but if you are wearing any panties take them off too. Then push your chair back. Take a couple of steps away from the camera so I can see all of you.”

All I could see was her blush getting even deeper, if that was possible and her throat work as she swallowed a couple of times. Then I head the screech of her chair as she pushed it back and said, “Yes Malik” while she stood up. My cock was going crazy and straining against the seams of my shorts. I wanted to take my shorts off and stroke it slowly while I watched her, but I grit my teeth and maintained control. I always had an iron will and can exert it like a hammer if I want to at any time. I am a Master. A Malik and a Malik never loses control, no matter what the temptation. She needed to know that and I needed to demonstrate by example.

Her nighty was a modest but thin affair with buttons down the front. At least ten of them. She took a step back so I could now see her fully and started to unbutton the front slowly. I could see her fingers shaking slightly. sefaköy escort But to her credit she was standing straight and displaying no outward signs of awkwardness. Her buttons came undone exposing the upper swell of her breasts and more of her cleavage. I could see her breasts were spaced wide apart and not close together like some women. Because of this, though the front of the nighty was starting to gape open, most of her breasts still remained hidden.

Finally all the buttons were undone. She stood there with hands by her sides. The nighty barely clinging to her erect nipples, which supported it.

“Remove the nighty and place your hands behind your back. Feet spread and your breasts thrust out. This you will remember is the classic position for the inspection of my Kutiya.”

The moment I uttered my command she removed her nighty and let it fall in a pool around her feet. She slowly assumed the position I had ordered. This time her eyes were downcast and I felt her becoming conscious of her body.

I just looked at her naked form silently. My hand unconsciously went down to my shorts and I pulled my straining cock free from it while I continued to look. My hands were not my own. It was acting out of its own free will as it grasped the thick pulsing shaft of my cock and started stroking it up and down. I could feel the uncircumcised sheath of my cock rasping over the purple head as I stroked my cock, while my eyes continued to watch the naked form of my Kutiya.

It’s important for everyone reading this to envision my Kutiya through my eyes. So I am going to take a bit of time to describe her body in detail.

As I have mentioned before, she was beautiful. She has a lovely and perfect face. She like me was in her early thirties. Though her breasts had sagged a little due to breastfeeding her kid, but they in no way had lost any of their beauty. Her breasts were 34C and a pearly white as the rest of her body. They were capped with abnormally large light brown areola and nipples, which at the moment were erect and stood out at least an inch long. The nipples themselves besides being long were thick nubs was now smooth, the crinkled skin had smoothed out as they were engorged. The valley between both her breasts was wet with her sweat and I could see a trickle of her perspiration running down and pooling on her belly button which was an innie. Her tummy had a little bulge from childbirth and I assumed she had not consciously tried to get back into shape after the birth of her baby. It was not saggy by any means though. Instead of taking away from her beauty it added to it, making her seem wholesome and sexy in a very different way than the anorexic model way, which so many women of late aspire to have. There were no stretch marks or spots of any kind. Just a gentle swell and bulge and a crease running down just below the belly button to mark the separation between her upper and lower belly. My eyes slowly moved down below her lower tummy as I licked my lips in anticipation. I did not want to rush this. I wanted to memorize every inch of her delectable skin and body. But at this point all my thoughts stopped. My mouth gaped open as my eyes stood transfixed at about 3 inches down her belly button. It was a forest! The densest and the most impenetrable forest I had ever seen in my life. The thick, jet black curly hairs that covered her pussy mound was a feast for my eyes. It was a huge black inverted triangle. The top corners of which started at the junction where her thighs met her torso and the bottom corner I assumed ended well past her asshole (I found out later I was right in my assumption). I had never in my life seen such a delicious sight. Contrary to what most people tend to go for, I have always loved a hairy pussy. Besides the fact that it traps the scent of a woman better it’s just plain sexy to look at and feel. And this was a bush to end all bushes. Her cunt lips, inner and outer were completely hidden in the thick shiny forest. I could only make out a hint of her thick lips under the busy and see a slight slice of pink in between.

I wanted to keep looking at it for hours, but I knew I had to complete my appraisal of her. It was important for her to lose all self-consciousness, with respect to her body, before me. She had to be shameless and slutty if her training was to begin properly. I tore my eyes away from her cuntal opening and moved them down her shapely thighs, which again inspite of being plump was in no way flabby. My fist was by now tightly wrapped around my cock and was pumping it at a steady pace. Though my cock was straining and my balls were rightly coiled at its bases seeking release, I was in no hurry to cum. I wanted to draw it out as long as I possibly could. I positioned the cam so that it focused on my fist pumping on my cock. “Raise your eyes Kutiya and take a look at your Malik’s cock. The object of your worship from now.” I saw her tentatively raising her halkalı escort eyes to look at my cock and then gasp as her mouth opened in an “O”. She continued to look as if transfixed while I watched the pink tip of her tongue snake out of her mouth and lick her lips.

I smiled knowing she was hooked and wanted to continue to look at my cock. But she had to be taught complete and total obedience even at the cost of losing what’s pleasurable to her. She had to learn that her Malik’s pleasure and order is all that mattered, not her own. She needed to learn to derive pleasure from obedience and knowing that fact that she was dedicating herself completely to her Master. That is the mindset of a true slave and I wanted to hammer that into her head right from the start to ensure total compliance.

“Turn around bitch and keep your hands behind your head. I want to have a clear look at your back now.” She didn’t seem to hear my command at first. He eyes were transfixed on my cock and she was starting at it like a starving wolf. I repeated my order and with a bit more force this time. This time her eyes jerked up as she tore her eyes away from my cock as she slowly turned around.

Her back was like a well-shaped block of marble. Flawless. Of course there was a little fat around the edges. It made her back look more voluptuous more than anything else like the body on one of those old Roman sculptures. I have a special fetish for asses and I took my time appraising hers. At the end of her back her ass jutted out in a gentle swell before flaring out more dramatically. Her ass cheeks had a few dimples in them and the crack between her cheeks was dark, very deep and inviting. From the view I had of her ass it looked large. Larger than average, but well proportioned. I loved it! Her ass was very spankable indeed and I could already imagine large red handprints on that lovely piece of flesh. My hand continued to stroke my cock at a steady pace but it was getting very difficult indeed to hold back my impending cum. I grit my teeth and clenched my asshole several times to ebb the urge to spit semen out of my cock. After doing this a few moments I felt my urge to cum abate a little and I resumed my steady and slow stroking.

Now it was time for me to see that little split, that little slice of her hairy gash which I could not see from the front due to her thick pubes. ” You know you have a very hairy cunt don’t you Kutiya?”, she was still facing away from me but I could see her nod.

“Yes Malik, I do , but you can shave it if you want me to have a clean pussy.” I heard her mumble.

“No way Kutiya. I love your hairy cunt and that’s how I will keep it. Now its time to show me what you have been hiding under that hairy bush. Bend down and show me your hairy cunt. Use your hands to hold your ass cheeks open. I want a proper look at your cunt and your tight asshole”

Without a word she bent down and used her hands to hold her asscheeks open obscenely. Her slit and ass crack was now presented to me in all its glory and boy was it a sight to behold!

The triangle of her pussy hair travelled all the way over her thick outer lips covering them and moving under and into her ass crack. The hair in her crack was much finer and feathery. It travelled up her crack between her deep ass cleavage surrounding her dark brown asshole in soft curls before ending a few inches up her ass crack. Her inner cunt lips were thick and meaty. Clearly larger than her outer lips they protruded out clearly and hung out of her labia majora. The colour of her inner lips varied from light brown to dark with many folds and curls to it. She was clearly aroused as I they glistened with her juices. The gash of her cunt between her inner lips was shocking in contrast. Deep pink and now filled with thick white syrup which I could clearly see accumulated there. The thick cum of her pussy slowly travelled towards her clit which had popped out of her hood as she was bent over and gravity was having an inverse effect.

The sight of her pussy and very inviting ass had me in throes of impending orgasm. I could not hold back further, but I also did not want her to assume I could lose control so easily. She needed to know denial and understand pleasure only from her Masters pleasure. I asked her to turn around and start fingering her pussy.

She did not need to be told twice. She turned around and I could see 3 fingers of her left hand immediately being buried into her hairy cunt and heard sloppy sounds of her very wet pussy being plundered. Her eyes again resumed its steady vigil of my rigid cock meat as I stroked it now with an urgency I never felt.

I kept looking at her as her breathing got heavier. The thick white syrup of her cunt now coated her glistening fingers as she spread and bent her legs obscenely as she fingerfucked herself while standing and gaping at my cock. The sucking sound of her fingers plunging into her cunt along with the visual of her swaying tits and hairy bush rushed me over the edge as I shot about a gallon of my thick, white and sticky semen all over my thighs and floor. Strings of my cum erupted again and again as I clenched my asshole and shook from head to foot. My eyes were closed and I was breathing , almost gasping through my mouth as one of the most intense orgasm of my life overtook me.

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As she gets out of bed she can already see she is running late. “Shit well he must be too then.” heading downstairs she slips on a pair of jeans and makes some coffee. Before she can light the first smoke of the day he pulls into her driveway.

Rolling her eyes she heads for the door, making her way down the driveway she can already see he is not what he said he was. Taking a deep breath as he steps out of the car she puts on her best bullshit smile and give him a hug. She can already feel him breathing hard in her ear, “How are ya hon?” pulling back he smiles at her

“Better now.” kissing her deeply, pushing his tongue into her mouth she resists the urge to bite it out of him mouth. Breaking the hold she heads for the door, opening the door for him she leads him inside to put down his stuff. They speak briefly as she thinks of a way out of it all. Seeing there isn’t one she heads towards the living room to make sure the dogs haven’t broken loose cause that’s all she needs is a law suit. He follows behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders he spins her around and kisses her. Running his hands over her body, pulling down her tank top to get a look at her tits. She rolls her eyes behind closed lids as he looks her over.

Taking one nipple in his hand he pinches it until her eyes pop open and a small squeak escapes her. Looking at him “I woke up late and I haven’t had a chance to shower yet. Why don’t you have a seat and I will be back soon.” He spins her around grabbing her jeans and ripping them down. Landing an array of slaps on her ass “You aren’t ready and I told you to be. Now what should I do with you? Is this how you show respect to ME???” Letting her body register all that has just happened “No it isn’t and that’s why I said I would be right back.”

Heading for the stairs she can hear him following her, she turns to look and can see hadımköy escort him following her up the stairs. Once in the bathroom she strips down and turns the water on as hot as she can stand it, leaving the curtain half way open so she can see him in the mirror. Watching her closely she washes herself in a slow manner, making sure he can see every move she makes, taking the razor in one hand she watches his face and she runs it over her legs and pussy to make sure she is totally clean shaven.

She can already hear him breathing heavy as he watches her. Letting the water run over her al ittle longer “Are you almost done?” she can see his impatience “Yes I am almost done.” as he opens the door she can feel the cool breeze coming through “Well I will meet you down stairs then.” “OK” she rolls her eyes as he leaves and thinks quietly to herself “never again do I meet with out a pic.”

Toweling off she brushes out her hair and looks herself over, smiling to herself “Well you don’t look to bad for having 2 kids.” Sighing she heads for the stairs. As she hits the bottom step he comes from around the corner placing her in total darkness. Allowing herself to be lead around the living room she is placed on her knees in the middle of the room. Pushed face down in the carpet, tying her hands behind her back and her ass in the air and exposed she can hear him moving around behind her. His hands run over her ass, pulling and pushing at her to see if she is stable, there is a sudden ring of pain in her body. She tries to upright herself and cant.

“Now for every 2 you count one and don’t miss or we have to start all over again.” Cursing herself for letting him position her “Yes” the assault begins crack,crack “One” as the tears automatically come to her eyes, “Two, Three, Four” she continues counting until she reaches haramidere escort 26. Leaning down to her “Very good, I see you can deal rather well.” smiling at him “Yeah I am fine.” Pulling her upright and uniting her hands she shakes them out and decides she is going to do what she does best.

Sitting in front of her she can feel his body heat, hear his heavy breathing “Now suck it” as his cock presses against her lips. Taking her hands from behind her, placing them at the base of his shaft she licks the head, teasing it, running her tongue down the shaft and over his balls. Coming back to the head she lets her tongue slide over it as her tongue ring tickles that most sensitive spot. Pushing his cock into her mouth a few inches at a time, his hand on the back of her head, feeling him push her down she lets her teeth graze his cock. Waiting for a response and not getting one she continues to suck on it.

Pushing it back at her pace, ignoring his pleas for her to go deeper she works her tongue around his cock and over it. Pushing it in and out of her mouth, swallowing as it gets to the back of her throat giving him the impression that she will deep throat and then pulls back. Pushing her back he places himself over her, letting his cock slide along her lips she rolls her eyes behind the blindfold. Pushing into her all the way she lets a small gasp escape her lips, pumping hard into her she can feel herself building despite the hatred she has already built up for him.

Pushing into him, matching his stroke she feels herself go over the edge she lets a moan escape her lips, no sooner does she open her mouth but does she find his tongue in it. Pulling her head back he places his hand on her waist encouraging her to roll over. Following his lead she moves as he directs puling herself onto her hands atakent escort and knees, she can feel him moving behind her, his cock within inches of her pussy. P

ushing into her she can hear his breathing increase greatly, feeling him jump and twitch inside her, a moan escapes him, pushing harder into her, he knocks her to the floor as he spends himself inside her. Feeling her knees scrape against the carpet she turns her head in his direction, “You done cause if that’s all you got you wasted a trip.”

She can feel him freeze up against her. Pushing back to get him off of her, moving as she does, she takes the blindfold off, looking him in the eyes “Well? Is that it?” she waits for a answer. His face unmoving he doesn’t answer her just looking at her as she picks up the blindfold and paces it over his eyes, walking behind him she pushes him to his stomach. Reaching for the hairbrush “Now for every 3 you will count one and miss once and I use the crop. Are we clear?” shaking his head yes crack,crack, crack “One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Seven, I mean six.”

Smiling brightly to herself “Now see you wanted me to use the crop first why didn’t you say so?” Letting it fly she can already see the whelps starting to form on his ass, the higher the numbers get the harder it becomes for him to count. “30, please.”

Stepping from behind him, pushing him up by his shoulders, slapping him in the face “Next time you wanna fuck with a Mistress you let me know and we will see who Doms who OK. Cause you came here with a weak hand and lied to top it all off. Now you go tell are your Dom buddies that this Mistress with 11 years whipped your ass.” Pulling the blindfold off of him

“Now get dressed.” Packing up his toys for him she grabs a robe and heads out the door, throwing his stuff in his car she can see him out of the corner of her eye. Pointing to the car he walks slowly towards her, leaning in he kisses her on the cheek.

“Well I guess I will see you around.” her eyes burning into him

“No you wont.” Watching her walk away he pulls out of the driveway and heads back home defeated. Smiling to herself “Dom my ass.” as she heads back in to finish her coffee and have that first smoke.

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When my Mistress proposed marriage to me I was overwhelmed with delight.

I was honoured that she would consider my services as a slave so invaluable that she wanted me to serve her permanently. But I knew being her husband would not be easy. She wanted to own me entirely, and as my Mistress, that was her privilege. But that did not mean that I would own her in the same way – there were other slaves, I knew it, and I knew sooner or later that I would have to deal with them.

Imagine my shock when she told me she was due for a sound fucking from one of her lovers. Lovers? There were others outside of the D&S construct? I hardly had time to digest the idea when she led me to our room, opened the cupboard and revealed the restraints on the wall at the back. I had never seen inside this cupboard (she gave me a whole room to myself in her apartment), but when I saw the restraints, I immediately wanted to be put in them.

She buckled me in, placed a gag in my mouth, then closed the cupboard doors, and through the crack, I watched her step back to catch my eye. With my ankles and neck restrained, I breathed steadily in the darkness, but could hear my heart pounding in my chest, forcing the blood to rush through my ears. I heard a knock at the door. My Mistress left the room to answer it, then returned beykent escort moments later, flung like a sack of potatoes over the shoulder of an enormous, muscular man. I had never seen this man before in my life – I had no idea who he was.

His back was turned to me and when he took his shirt off, muscles rippled across his shoulders and down his back – he was all meat. On either side of him, I could see my Mistress’s calves, ankles and feet. He dropped his trousers, revealing a pert, muscular arse, then launched himself at my wife.

“Erff!” I heard her cry. I leapt forward, I was sure she was in danger and needed me, but the neck restraint held me firm, pressing on my Adam’s apple, leaving me struggling for air. Before my eyes, I watched that man’s arse lunging back and forth as he began to pump my wife. She began to emit tiny high-pitched squeals, and I was convinced these were in objection, but then I heard her say stop. The man stepped back, and my wife moved to one side. I heard her pat the bed – the guy kicked off his jeans completely, mounted the bed, then flipped himself over and lay down on his back with his head on my pillow!

And that was when I saw it – a cock bigger than anything I’d seen in my life. It had to be almost gaziosmanpaşa escort a foot long and had the breadth of a donut! As he lay there, it was like this pink alien appendage poking up from his pelvis, veins bulging down the shaft, the glans perfectly formed beneath the purple head. He stretched his arms up above his head then placed his hands behind his neck. My wife shed her sheer lace shift, threw her right leg over the guy’s stomach, then positioned herself above that mammoth cock. She looked up – directly at the crack in the cupboard door. Our eyes met – hers became hooded and catlike, mine grew wider. She leaned back and lowered herself down on that massive cock – giving me an uninterrupted view of it sliding unrestricted into her now over-stretched cunt. She looked at me again, then threw her head back and began to raise and lower herself on that behemoth.

My mouth dropped open around the gag-phallus as my hands went involuntarily to my own groin. I was surprised to find my cock was standing at attention. Without taking my eyes off my wife, I gripped my burning penis around the shaft and began to stroke myself in unison with her rhythm.

She kept on at a steady pace for quite a while – it was clear to me that she completely ortaköy escort enjoyed taking that entire cock up her cunt. But I saw that goon’s hands come from behind and grip her by the hips. His fingers squeezed her flesh tightly as he grabbed hold of her and began to pump her even harder on his cock, pushing her right down to the base, dragging her back up off it, then launching her downwards again. I quickened the pace of my own strokes, jealous that my wife so obviously enjoyed fucking someone other than me with assets that I could never match. I wanted to burst out of the cupboard, drag my Mistress off of that thing, and kick that guy’s arse out of our home. But of course I realised, even if I weren’t restrained, my Mistress would never allow it – interference like that would ensure a whipping to the point of almost breaking the skin on the back of my legs. It was a punishment I never wanted to provoke.

My cheeks became flushed, the muscles in my forearm began to scream as I continued on jerking off at a furious pace. As I looked through the crack in the doors, I watched my wife’s tits bouncing up and down uncontrollably as she began to throw her head around and moan loudly with every thrust. I tensed the muscles in my thighs, clenched my butt cheeks and prepared myself to come when my wife let out a God-awful scream and suddenly slumped backwards. I immediately shot a massive load at the back of the cupboard door and allowed myself to slump against my restraints. My eyes wandered to my Mistress’s distended pussy lips, glistening with cunt juice and cum. She was still impaled on that massive cock, and there was nothing I could do about it.

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Synopsis

What starts as a magazine interview ends in a life changing experience. When Irene is discomfited by questions, her replies are not always the ones most desired.

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For readers with a little less time than is needed to read a novel here is a try of mine at a short story. It sort of fits with the rest of the world that I have written about in ‘Denise’ and ‘Diane’. Hope that you like it. I am definitely encouraged by e-mails and comments so let me know what you think, for better or for worse.

Irene

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Agent

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Saturday Afternoon Interview In Manhattan.

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Sitting in the window of Southgate near Central Park looking over the greenery and rocks of the city sanctuary. Irene seemed relaxed, sipping her coffee and perusing the excellent menu whilst talking about the most outrageous behaviour. She was primly dressed in black and fur but showing a plunging neckline and fiercely high red heels. She had agreed to meet me when I contacted her about her latest undertaking, the purchase of land in upstate New York and up towards the Hamptons on the isle. I really wished to inquire about her business rather than her investments but that might have been dangerous. For me.

“You have invested in land that is not zoned for building?”

“Yes, there are a few houses and farm buildings there but nothing significant.”

“Why in such isolated locations?”

“For me the isolation is an asset not a disadvantage.” She said, sipping her coffee with pursed lips.

“But you have bought for 100 Million, so investment must be uppermost in your mind?”

Placing down the cup delicately she traced the rim with her forefinger. For a moment she seemed to be deeply considering her answer.

“Investment for me is not losing value. That is I pursue my own goals and interests for my own reasons. It so happens that I have a small stake in a business venture up in the north of Long Island and I wanted to buy adjacent land to add value and privacy. As for the upstate land, well, that is a long shot, we shall see if I have judged the market right.”

I considered my options carefully. Here I was, the bogus reporter for an American Investment magazine, and there she was a woman involved in some sort of shady dealing over the last ten years. Why bogus? Because I am a private detective… Normally involved in divorce and other sticky personal cases that require tracing, patience and impersonation as well as a talent for recording and filming. A woman who was trying to trace the disappearance of a friend of hers had hired me. God knows, normally these cases are sorted in a few hours of searches on the web and some shoe leather being left on the sidewalk. A quick few hundred bucks and a days work. This one was not working out. Already I was out of pocket on expenses with nothing to show the client. The only lead was Miss Irene Clearmont, a sexagenarian woman who was connected to all the right people and came out of nowhere just ten years ago. Difficult to get to talk to, impossible to trace, money in spades and privacy hadımköy escort of impenetrable proportions.

“So tell my readers about your investments in Long Island!”

“I have part of a special farm in the north of the island. We do selective breeding, training and some very specific education. The work is somewhat secretive because we are making great strides and have to protect our methods.”

“This sounds interesting, can you give me any more clues about this fascinating business.” I felt myself leaning forward a little as if in conspiratorial mode.

Irene, on the other hand, just smiled and finished her coffee. I felt one of her shoes touch the inside of my thigh, a somewhat unexpected move from this attractive but older woman. The flat of her stiletto rested between my legs and gently rubbed against my erection. With a smile that would have been coy in any other woman she opened her small clutch bag and took a lipstick. With a delicate touch she renewed her lips in plum red before she consented to continue.

“If you wish you can join me there, but it may be a little discomforting for you. Today, before I agreed to this interview, I called your magazine only to be informed that you are not on their books as a reporter. I fact it turns out that you are a private investigator and are poking about in areas of my life that I consider to be inviolate and untouchable.” For a moment she smacked her lips to smooth the lipstick. “This is not acceptable. I am prepared to help you if you can offer a proposition that interests me!”

“I am sorry to deceive you but I need to move forward on a disappearance case that I am working on I did not mean …”

“To deceive me!” Irene finished my sentence and wriggled her foot in my crotch. “I can see three possible courses of action, each of which has advantages and disadvantages for me, the variable being your reaction.”

By now I was feeling pretty taken by her, a raging hard on and a mystery.

“So what choices do you see?”

Miss Clearmont leaned forward and I leaned also as she spoke in a whisper.

“Well we could go to my limousine and get fucked as we head to see my investments in Long Island. I like fucking and being fucked and you do offer some possibilities in that direction. Second you can walk out of here and tell your client that the pursuit of this matter, whatever it is, is beyond your capabilities. The third possibility is for you to be completely open with me and tell me what you are investigating and who your client is.”

She leant forward a little more and I felt her unzip my pants under the table. I could scarcely resist her as her hand freed my erection to stand proud against the sole and heel of her shoe. A slight motion of her foot pulled my prick to attention and pressed it against the metal tip of the stiletto. Both her hand were again in sight but a slow rhythm had started and already I could feel myself moving towards orgasm.

“So what is it to be my little P.I.?” she said with a grin. “Sex or honour? Because both are not available, just a choice of one.”

Her heel dug under haramidere escort my balls and pressed on the delicate join between ass and testicles. The sole firmly pushed and stretched me to orgasm, a surge that erupted in the privacy under the table but was clear to both of us.

“Let us go to see your investments.”

“I hoped that you would see it my way.”

A Long Trip

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I left the restaurant with Irene on my arm. She called her chauffeur on the mobile and the Mercedes pulled up at the kerb with a whisper. I opened the door for her and she slid into the leather cell with a practised action. Joining her I closed the door and turned to face.

The car pulled away from the curb with a susurration barely discernible from the inside. Irene opened her bag and pulled an envelope from it. For a moment she fumbled at the closure and then passed the photos to me.

A large house and stables, a Ferrari parked outside. These were the backgrounds of the two photos. The foreground of the one on top was a naked woman in chains and a hood with the purple marks of a savage beating on her breasts and thighs. The second was a woman of generous proportions wearing a long fur coat and holding a riding whip. A glimpse of flesh showed in the fur, a plump of sex and a rosette of nipple.

“You run a brothel?” The question slipped out involuntarily, but it was what I had been thinking of.

Irene laughed and reached to fondle me for a moment. “No not a brothel, something much more interesting!”

I must have looked a little blank as she felt that she had to elaborate. “Sex, power and satisfaction. We offer sex but not just for a straight payment for service. We train the willing and unwilling and then offer the benefits of that indoctrination to a world wide selection of exclusive clients to experience in the privacy of their own surroundings.”

I did not stop her hands from slowly undoing my belt and pants. My mind wandered into realms of tension and pleasure. This woman, this sixty year old medusa was forcing people into slavery, sexual slavery and now she was fucking me. A single one of her fingernails stroked me from balls to the damp tip of my straining erection.

“Do you want me to show you how it works? How we train and force compliance? How the victims are defiled and degraded for the subtle but painful wishes of out degenerate clients? How the torture and suffering of those we force bring pleasure as the slave is violated and punished for uncommitted crimes? Does this excite you? This power to extinguish and maim, rape and ruin?”

“Yes.” I whispered as the pleasure took control and Miss Clearmont took charge.

I did not feel the restraints go on my wrists and ankles, all I could feel was the hands that made my prick strain to come a second time. The soft fleeting brushes of fur on the very tip and the firm grip on my balls. By the time that she had almost brought me to come I was naked and helpless and struggling, not against the restraints, but against the gratification of orgasm being over too soon. God, it had to last forever atakent escort this feeling of falling, the tales of slavery and servitude. The pleasure stopped before I came, the hands revoked their gift and the body of my evil partner withdrew from contact. For a moment I was just dazed, a quivering mass of flesh, lying on soft leather and my long discarded clothes. Then awareness came. Awareness of the cuffs that encircled my ankles and the soft pocketed gloves enclosing my hands. Both with delicate chains leading to eyelets in the upholstery. I sat up and lifted my immobilised hands.

“You are far too self centred to be a partner of mine!” she said. “I need service and attention and now I shall show you what I mean.”

Still a little dazed from nearly coming I said, ” You do not need to tie me down to make love to me!” but reason and argument was not a realistic strategy.

Her hand moved to the centre console of the car and pressed a knob. A small sound and I felt my legs and arms being pulled. The chains were being wound into the car and I was being stretched across the back seat in the process. Irene moved to a facing seat and watched as I was pulled and stretched, immobilised and exposed for her complete attention. She reached into a cabinet and pulled out a mask. With me struggling and begging she pulled it over my eyes and mouth. A leather hood covering my head and laced tight to unmoving grip. For a moment I struggled for air before she unplugged the brass screw mouth opening. I felt her strong hands hold my head as she screwed something else over my mouth and into the mask. Then a wrench and a tube penetrated my open mouth and forced its way over my tongue.

“Don’t try to talk my bitch, that is the first lesson. The second is to relax and put yourself into my hands. You are about to please me and pleasure me. If you do well you may well be glad you did. On the other hand I am very demanding. I need to feel real volume inside me, I need to be fucked and penetrated and you are the ideal tool.”

As she spoke I could feel her mounting me. At first I thought that she was going to fuck my straining cock but then she shuffled up my prone body and settled herself on the dildo that was my mouth’s air supply.

Every stroke was a breath to me as her sex opened and closed the air holes running along the length of the fearsome latex device. Grasping the handle on the top of my mask she used me to satisfy herself and then again her ass. I was nothing more than a fuck doll, a tool for her pleasure and a thing for her grasping cunt to control. It decided if I could draw the very breath of life. As I gasped for air, she came with a wrench at my balls and scored my chest to bloody ribbons with her sharpened claws, a tiger coming as the staked goat shudders in terminal pain. She orgasmed not just from friction but from the frisson of my forced service.

And that is the end of the story, at least as far as I am concerned. I have passed though Miss Clearmont’s business and found out that intruding on her privacy is a monumental mistake. I did solve my case but have had and will have no opportunity to pass on the fact that the missing person was trained and sold to a south American brothel. I am now on the block. Most male slaves, and there is not much demand for them, pass to the gay SM scene and do not usually last long because the scene is so cruel and because what comes so cheap is not valued. It appears that I am to be discounted to almost nothing. Use once and then throw away.

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Note from author: This was written after receiving a phone call from a wrong number and a few minutes later the gentleman called me again because he liked the sound of my voice. With no clue as to his name, his appearance, or even his race, I wrote this fantasy based strictly on the sound of his deep, bass voice and the way it truly sent shivers up my spine as we visited. I hope you enjoy.

Imagine.

We are lying naked in my bed. You move your mouth and hands to my tits and begin to kiss and nibble and bite all around both of them at your leisure. I imagine you massaging them deeply, enough to make me wince – but not to cry out. As you move your fingers to my nipples and pinch them mightily, the intent is to pull them towards my chin so your teeth can explore the tender undersides of my breasts. You are straddled across my lower tummy. My nipples begin to slip from your fingers – you grab your whole fist full of tits in each hand and squeeze and tug you fingers back into an extremely firm pinch of the nipples. You feel my pelvis moving in response.

Pinching my nipples between thumbs and forefingers, you use the rest of your hands to run along the outsides of my tits and push them together. Moving up my tummy and straddling my lower chest you begin to move your rock hard cock between my tits. My hands move to your ass as I rub and massage your cheeks with determination. With my head propped on a pillow, you tease my mouth with the head of your cock before slipping away back through my tits. Twirling my nipples in your pinch, you move your cock between my tits, loving the expressions that cross my face, creating moans and gasps of breath from my lungs. My mouth open, reaching for your cock – winces of pain as you torment my nipples – my eyes soft with hungry passion as you feel my hips moving in time with your cock between my tits. My fingers slide within the crease between your ass cheeks and I pull you to my mouth with each upstroke of your hips.

Abandoning my tits, you reach for the bars of my headboard as you bury your cock in my mouth. Relaxing my throat, I use my hands grabbing your ass to pull you deep into my mouth. As you pull out, I bury a finger from each hand into your ass as deeply as possible and pull you back into my mouth – again and again and again and again. The sights, the sounds, the smells, the sensations are more than you can handle and with wonderful sighs and moans and deep breaths you shoot down my throat an explosion that rocks you completely into shudders from knees to shoulders. You try to stay still in my mouth to savor your climax, but my fingers are still inside your ass – my hands are still gripping your ass – I pull you out just enough to keep your overly sensitive head in my mouth and I begin to tongue your head with circles, completely, all around. You break out into a fresh sweat and involuntarily pull completely out of my mouth – feeling the pressure of my fingers move deep inside your ass because of your movement.

I pull the head of your cock back into my mouth, and firmly place my teeth along the rim and ridge of your cock to hold you in place, which makes you freeze. Again, I tongue your still sensitive head which makes you feel – what? Do you want to roar like a lion? Do you want to collapse against the headboard? Do you want to push down my throat until you reach that gag reflex? Whatever movement you make, my response is to tighten my teeth around the head of your huge cock, hold you in place, as I tongue the circle of your head and now I begin to tongue the hole at the tip of your cock and attempt to lick inside your penis.

Our eyes meet and a new expression crosses your face, this time. You smile at me. You relax your withdrawal and begin to move in my mouth – ever so slowly. You deliberately and pointedly look at your watch. Meeting my eyes again, with your silky, deep voice you tell me that for every minute I keep your cock hostage – you will spank my bottom an equal number of minutes. My eyes widen with challenge and I begin to truly show your cock much attention. Without losing your cock, I remove my hands from your ass and wipe them with a washcloth from the bedside table. Bringing my hands to your balls, I begin to play with that area between your balls and your ass. I squeeze and scratch your balls gently; alibeyköy escort I hold the base of your cock and stroke it while I continue to suck your head with enthusiasm. I close my eyes and time stops in my mind as I concentrate fully on sucking your wonderful cock and balls and eventually – after who knows how much time – I receive the benefit of your second explosion in my mouth and am able to really taste you on my tongue this time rather than simply swallowing your liquid as I did before. I gently allow you out of my mouth and tongue you from tip to base as I clean you up a bit. I open my eyes and look up at you. You deliberately look at your watch again and I remember your promise. With a challenge in my eyes, I tell you to give me your best. You begin.

Lying on my back, I reach my arms over my head and stretch with self-satisfaction at knowing I’ve just made you come twice – without using anything below my waist. You use this opportunity to roll to your side, prop your head in one hand, and gently run the fingers of your other hand along my front from my neck across my breasts, along my rib cage, across my tummy to my hips and back again creating delicious shivers within me.

Almost absent-mindedly you palm my nipples hard and tease the front of me while you look around my room and take in the details of the murals painted on my walls. You notice the way I’ve added four 4X4 posts to my waterbed, the way I’ve built rails along each top of the sides, the way I’ve drilled holes into those rails for the thick 2″ dowel rods to pass through across the width of the bed – from above the headboard, along the ceiling of the four posters, down to the footboard of the bed. You gently twist and twirl my nipples as you notice the way I’ve draped coordinating, sheer fabric in and out of the dowels from the footboard, drooping through the dowels across the ceiling, and in and out of the dowels of the headboard.

Tucking your feet inside my knees, you spread my legs as you begin to pinch my nipples and notice the subtle responses your ministrations are creating within me. With a deliberately hard tug and pinch which creates a gasp of breath in me, you notice the way I’ve knotted each of the lengths of fabric to each of the dowel rungs as it passes in and out of them. You notice the several feet of fabric lengths draping from the bottom dowel to the floor, both at the head and the foot of the bed, and the secure way those knots are particularly fastened to the dowels. Moving up, you straddle me momentarily, nip my tits with your teeth in passing, as you look over the edge and see the way I’ve fastened the posts to the bed with metal brackets hidden under the bed. You reach out with your hand and give the post a good yank expecting something – nothing moves. I watch your muscles expand and contract with your effort as I see your thoughts in your eyes. You are impressed as you admire the solidness of the frame, the dressings, and the fabric.

Straddling my tummy, you reach for the piece of fabric hanging down next to the corner post of the bed. Tickling my tits with the end of it, you reach for my hand opposite the corner the fabric came from and stretch my arm across my body, up the length of fabric, and wrap it around my wrist several times then secure it with a knot. Looking down at me you see approval in my eyes. Taking the fabric from the opposite headboard corner and taking my other hand, you secure my second wrist across my body in such a way that, at your leisure – when you’re ready – whenever you want, you may flip me to my stomach with my arms spread above my head, wrists secured to appropriate corner lengths of fabric. With my arms bound and secure – with a look of soft passion in my eyes – you look down at these 44Cs, noticing the way they perk up a bit because of the way my arms are crossed over my head, and begin your assault in earnest.

Reaching to the bedside table you remove my cloverleaf clamps and position them onto my nipples, gently, carefully, precisely where you want them and feel my hips behind you jerk in response, as you listen to my intake and exhale of breath. You move down my body, slowly, teasingly, dragging your hard cock across my belly button and across the hair between my legs. Shifting sefaköy escort yourself between them, you hold my smooth shaven legs just below the knees, bend them, and spread my legs completely. Watching my most private area, already soaked and dripping, you move your hands down the inside of my thighs with small pinches while using your elbows to keep my knees spread.

Breathing the scent of me, your cock throbbing with want to enter me, you begin to tug the hairs between my legs while watching and listening to the varied responses you create within me. Gently untangling my curls, you pull the hairs until my lips separate. You take your time. You’re in no hurry. You love tormenting me. Reaching down to nip the insides of my thighs with your teeth, you tug my hair not so gently and watch my hips respond, begging for more. Unable to delay your curiosity any longer, you begin to taste me with gusto. Treating me like a meal, you chew my lips as if you were truly trying to eat me alive.

Pushing a thumb into my pussy, you bring my wetness back to my backside. Again and again and again you bring my wetness to my ass. Lifting your eyes to watch my reaction brings your unshaven, stubbly chin into contact with my clit. As you push your thumb into my ass, you feel my involuntary rubbing against your chin and give me more pressure to rub against. Faster and harder I fuck your chin. My instincts want to contract my muscles and close my legs as I reach for your chin, but your hands move to my knees again and keep me open to your attention. Matching my movements, you move your chin in small circles increasing pressure against me. With a single finger you reach up my body and hook it around the chain of my clamps and gently pull, as your chin fucks my clit, until I reach my climax and shiver and tingle from head to foot. You move down to taste and drink your fill, burying your face in my wetness.

After cleaning me up, when my noises have subsided somewhat, you sit back on your haunches and look up at me flushed and sated. Noticing my nipples still clamped, a rich purple color from the blood constriction, you smile inwardly knowing that I don’t have a clue what’s going to happen next. Checking my arms for direction – crossing my legs in front of you appropriately, you get a good grip on my hips, pull me hard to you and flip me to my stomach. You listen to my screech as my over-sensitized nipples scrape across the sheets of the bed and then bear my weight pressing into the mattress. You grin, watching me closely, as I breathe deeply processing the pain, getting a handle on it. With all sincerity and caring, you ask me if I’m okay – if I want you to remove them. I want to say yes, remove them – but I’m also curious as to your plans, curious as to my limits, curious as to how much I really can take. I shake my head no – I tell you I’m okay, just give me a sec.

Getting off of the bed, you take the washcloth I used earlier into the bathroom, rinse it out and warm it up, then bring it back to the bedroom and standing beside the bed you wipe well the crease of my ass – preparing it for your attention. With your wonderful deep-timbered voice you begin to tell me your naughty plans for me. Taking my hairbrush from my dresser and moving back to the bedside, you set the brush on the mattress within easy reach and lift my hips into the air and put me on my knees, placing even more pressure on my chest, on my nipples. You give me a few seconds more to process. Touching my pussy, you feel my wetness still there – bending over tasting me again – and then tell me what you’re going to do with that wetness.

But first, you owe me a spanking and you check your watch. Not fully knowing my expectations, your first swat with your hand is more playful then serious and creates little reaction in me. In fact, you notice my tenseness leaves a bit as I relax and prepare to accept your playfulness. Your next few swats get progressively harder and again you notice my involuntary response as I lift my ass asking for more. You’ve positioned my knees and legs so that my ass cheeks are spread and open to your view. Using the hair brush now, you watch my ass begin to turn pink, noticing the winces I begin to show, you begin to really enjoy this process. Continuing halkalı escort the spanking according to your own plan, you notice my flinches have turned to whimpers. You’re fascinated by the pink color of my ass turning to a dull red. Giving equal treatment to both cheeks, they heat up beneath your attention. You switch back and forth using the brush sometimes, using your hands sometimes. Slapping and smacking and watching me, you watch my responses; you listen to me.

You ignore the stinging in your hands and spank even harder. You have a wicked understanding of that connection between pain and pleasure for me. Your cock is rock hard. Your cock responds to the stinging in your hands, the color of my ass, and the motions of spanking me, the sounds of my whimpering. You check your watch. No …… you can’t enter me yet. You promised the spanking for a specific number of minutes. You feel frustration because you can’t fuck my sweet ass yet, so using the brush you spank me harder. The dull red turns to a bright red. Again and again – swat, swat, swat, swat … You ignore my tears which have started, knowing the pleasure obtained from the pain. You notice I’ve grabbed the fabric you tied me with in my hands, my face sideways on the pillow, my ass straining as high as possible reaching for your attention. You check your watch again – okay now – you count down the seconds of the final minute in your head. Mindlessly, your swats almost match the countdown you’re thinking. My tears have turned into a full soft cry – but you are focused on that final second approaching when you can fuck me to your heart’s content. Swat – 10, 9 – swat – 8, 7 – swat 6, 5 – swat 4, 3 – swat – 2, 1; then a final swat for good measure. On your knees behind me, you touch my pussy with the tip of your cock and revel in my wetness. With your tip against my clit, you bring your cock back to my entrance. Pulling my hips you plunge into me full tilt again and again and again, feeling whatever sensation you feel in finally fucking a sopping pussy. Exploding inside me – you give my ass another swat with your hand, just because it’s there.

Inside my pussy, your cock is still hard and slick. Grabbing some oil from the table and spreading the cheeks of my ass with your hands you drip the lube along my crease and using a finger, then two, you prepare the inside of me. You bring your slick cock to the entrance of my ass and push gently until your head slides inside. Somewhere outside the realm of your sensations you hear me begging, “Go slow – let me get used to you – please go slow.” With your sexy, deep voice that sends shivers up my spine you tell me, “I am going to fuck your ass completely and fully.” Slipping back into my pussy, using a bit more oil, you come back to my ass and slip in further. Pushing your cock one more time in my pussy and back to my ass again, this time you pull my hips and enter me completely and fully. Just for the pure pleasure of being inside my red-hot ass – you swat me again – and again – and again. Feeling my tightness around you, feeling my Keagles contract and relax, pulling out until just your head is inside my rim and re-entering me fully, you fuck my ass hard, and spank my bottom, to your own natural rhythm. Imagining whatever you want in your head, you fuck my ass to a mind-shattering, body-shuddering completion. With a deep satisfied sigh, staying inside my ass, you reach up and untie my wrists. Lying down behind me, rolling us to our sides, you push deeper into my ass not wanting to lose me.

Knowing my nipples have been clamped much longer than my normal 30 minute limit, you very carefully, very gently, very lovingly press the releases and one by one remove the clamps, enjoying my sounds and cries, gasps and whimpers of immense pain as the blood rushes back into each nipple. You kiss the back of my neck and my cheek in understanding. With your fingers to my chin you bring my face to yours and kiss my tears away, then kiss me. Lifting my upper knee and locking your leg under mine to keep me spread, you snuggle my back against your chest with my head on your arm. You take my hand and guide it between my legs. You move your hands to my tits and begin to gently play with my tortured nipples. Starting with soft gentle circles and moving to strong pinches, pulls, and twists – your voice talks to me about my hand rubbing myself. Your words egg me on, your cock in my ass fills me with pressure, my fingers rub circles around my wet clit, harder and faster until I come and I press hard against your cock in my ass. You continue to hurt my tits and make my nipples burn as I ride the crest for as long as possible.

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This is more a collection of images than a story, ones that happened to have been fermenting in my mind this morning. They will, no doubt, be incorporated into and taken further in my actual, narrative based tales…

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I was now quaking in both fear and excitement. My legs were beginning to dig into the concrete floor and I could feel the imprints that would be left on my kneecaps when I finally stood up. She had left me there, on my knees with my hands bound behind my back; it must have been over ten minutes ago now, and I was beginning to realize that kneeling on the floor was a lot harder to do in practice than how it looked in porn.

This was the first time I had ever been with a Mistress. I had thought about it many times, dreamed about it, fantasized about it. I had signed up to websites that were aimed exclusively at pairing off potential subs with potentials Dominants. All to no avail. So many disparate reasons meant that I never actually ended up meeting with anybody, even when the prospect was a very real one: I was always either too immature, shying off at the last minute out of sheer nerves; too busy trying to get on top of my work; somebody that I’d been particularly getting along with would just stop speaking to me after having had enough of my never being available; or the ideal person, a woman so perfect that you couldn’t dream them up, would live 3000 miles away – what with my fear of flying and the fact that my job tied me down, I would never actually lay eyes on them.

I suppose you could ask how serious I could possibly have been as a submissive if I wasn’t prepared to give up everything for the right person, to go to any lengths to be with them, to serve them and to make them pleased with me. And that would be a good criticism to level at me, and I’d accept it, but would point out that I’d never actually submitted to anybody in real life, so how could I be sure it was worth dropping everything? A trial run? Well that was exactly what I was doing now, waiting on my knees in the basement of Madam’s house, hoping she would return before my legs caved in and I failed my first basic assignment.

And she did return. I couldn’t see her because I was blindfolded, but I heard her footsteps above and behind me. She was making her way slowly down the stairs, and I wondered if she was taking her time because she was admiring my naked flesh, taking in my exposed back, bottom and thighs.

‘I’ll be with you in a second I just have to send this text message…’ No she was not taking in my nakedness, but just busy texting somebody. I suppose I wasn’t that much to look at anyway; fairly standard frame, not particularly muscled, but not overweight either. My body was, like most other elements of my life – aside from the kneeling naked and waiting to be used part – fairly standard.

‘So, what shall we do with you before your special surprise little one?’ I had already gotten hard just at the sound of her feet coming down the steps behind me; idea that I was in for a surprise caused my mind to race and my cock to react in a way I had never felt before, despite all those years I wasted masturbating in my teens. It felt as though blood, not pre-cum, was going to seep out of me and form a little pool on the tip of my cock. I couldn’t bear the excitement and knew in that instant that I would do anything, anything to hold on to this feeling forever. Madam – she was in her mid forties, I was in my twenties, and she told me she preferred Ma’am or Madam to Mistress, which she associated with younger, less experienced types – said nothing for a few moments, but I could hear her walking around me. I had no doubt that this time she was taking me in, deciding what to do with me. Despite the blindfold I could feel her eyes resting on different parts of my body, in that way when you just know you’re being stared at by someone, even though you can’t quite tell who or where they are.

Then I felt it, a single finger – the first time she had touched me since I’d arrived – rested itself at the top of my spine, at the nub where my neck ended. I jumped in surprise, and felt my cock again pulsate and strain with excitement. ‘Well, if that’s all it takes to get you all riled up then we’ll have to go slowly with you won’t we, little boy?’ Her voice was music, and her words were heavenly, there was nothing I wanted to do but have her near me for every single second of the rest of my life.

‘No Mistress, please, go any speed you want…’ I wasn’t sure what else to say, but she obviously didn’t mind my reply, because her finger began to feel down the outline of my spine, towards the base of my torso. It felt unbelievable. It felt like electricity was stroking my skin, was tickling and turning on every nodule of my spinal cord. But then I felt my muscles tighten in surprise. Her finger didn’t stop when it reached the base of my spine, but continued, albeit at a much slower pace, down towards the crack of esenler escort my bottom.

‘No more interruptions like that slave, I will tell you explicitly when I want you to speak, which will not be often for the time being, do you understand?’ I nodded my assent, and noticed that her finger, or rather, the tip of her fingernail, was now etching a path along the line of skin that led down to my hole. I felt my thighs and buttocks begin to tense up, my breathing quickened and head began to spin. This was the first time I had experienced anything like this. Years of vanilla sex, of missionary positions with partners who thought that the odd butt-reddening spank was extremely kinky, and now I had Madam’s fingernail tracing a line towards my anus as I knelt naked on the floor, and I had no idea what to do. The only thing I could do was sit and take in the sensation, and hope that she found the job I had done shaving and cleaning that area satisfactory. I had never shaved my pubic hair before, but when we’d first begun speaking over the internet and I’d shared some pictures with her, she let me know just how dissatisfying she found the excess of pubic hair I possessed. So I knelt there before her now with none of that hair present any longer, all shaved off the day before, in anticipation of my meeting with Madam, and in my desire to please her.

Her finger was not stopping, and she twisted her wrist so that the whole tip of her finger now pressed against the top of my crack. How was she managing to continue moving her finger down such a small distance for so long and never reach my hole? It felt like she was a miracle worker who knew exactly how to draw the upmost intense erotic feeling out of a male’s skin with the littlest of effort. But just as I considered this her pace quickened, her finger tip slid suddenly downwards and rested on my exposed hole, the skin around which was tightening in anticipation of a possible invasion. Surely, I thought, she wasn’t going to just slip her finger inside me, we had only met in real life less than an hour before, and we had barely spoken in that time. But then I felt it, felt the oily coating that lined the tip of her finger. I hadn’t noticed it moments earlier for some reason, but now I felt it clearly – there was lube lacing the skin of her finger.

No sooner had I acknowledged this and begun to involuntarily pant like a dog, trying to contain myself, than I felt her finger push violently against my hole. I contracted, and my buttocks clenched, but she took hold of my shoulder with her other hand and held me in position. It was over in less than a few seconds, her finger was inside me and I was dizzy and confused. I had never been penetrated in any way by another human being before. I’d had my own finger in my ass on the odd occasion in my youth, during those experimental years we all go through. But it felt nothing like this, her finger felt like a small snake, quickly darting around my insides working out every crevice, every contour of my bowels.

‘I hope you like this, because I have a surprise arriving in a little while, and I need you all ready for it.’ I gulped involuntarily, gulped in the way cartoon characters gulp when they realize something terrible is about to happen to them – I didn’t think people ever did that in real life, but here I was, gulping down my own fear. I nodded to let her know that I enjoyed the sensation, and my acceptance of this little act seemed to be what she needed, all she needed, to do anything she wanted with me from that point on. Once she realized that I was indeed the submissive slut I’d always claimed I was, deep down inside, she began to open a whole new world to me.

What happened after that can best be recounted in a simple montage of images, a kaleidoscope collage of sensations, of actions and reactions that my body and mind were subjected to over the hours that ensued…

She put one finger from her free hand inside my mouth, whilst her other finger continued its job of probing round the insides of my ass. She fish-hooked my cheek and pulled my face towards hers, kissed me violently on the lips, telling me after she did so that that would be the last time I would taste her lips in such a way for a long time, that if I ever wanted her affection again I would have to behave in a manner that pleased her in every way possible. She slid her fingers out and stood before me, resting her hands on the back of my blindfolded head. She pulled my face towards where I assumed her groin was, slowly, teasing me nearer to her. She said nothing, and the silence only turned me on more. And then I felt the tip of my nose touch something, satin material. The tip of my nose must have been touching her underwear, I could just faintly smell her sex, and she must have noticed my chest rising as I inhaled,

‘That’s it slave, breath me in, breath in deeply and absorb my scent, my sex. I’m florya escort going to drive you insane with my smell, you will be begging for release by the time I’m done with you, and I won’t even have touched you, just let you breath me in.’ I was panting at the sound of her words, could feel my knees growing weak. Madam could now do whatever she wished to my mind, she clearly knew how to press any and every button that she wanted to, always creating the reaction in me that she desired. I was helpless before her, and wondered whether I was going to die from desire and a sense of overwhelming fulfillment before the day was through.

She stepped away, walked away in fact, into the distance and I heard her making noises, perhaps moving objects. It sounded like metal against wood, or wood against metal, I couldn’t tell. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a whip lashing against the wall, or perhaps it was the floor.

‘Poor slave boy, look at that innocent little face contorting in fear. Does it make you want to run away? Hmmm? Does the thought of how painful that whip might be against your smooth little buttocks make you want to tuck your tail, your cock, between those bare naked legs and go running for your life?’ I didn’t know whether I was supposed to respond or simply sit there, still on my knees, whimpering. I did the latter, and then jumped out of my skin when I felt something touch the back of my neck. But it wasn’t a whip. It was a collar. Madam fastened it expertly, effortlessly around my neck in an instant, and I felt her start giving it little teasing tugs,

‘Come now, come follow your Madam, your Goddess, stay on all fours and follow where the lead takes you slave.’ I did as commanded, still blindfolded, and we began ascending the stairs out of the cellar. I was relieved to be leaving the whip behind having never felt it come into contact with my skin. Despite having masturbated over countless pictures of men and women being whipped by latex clad vixens, and always having wished for a moment that I was one of them, I was now thankful that I wasn’t going to taste the whip, at least for now.

I stumbled on the stairs, and whilst I was trying to regain my balance and get back onto all fours properly, Madam simply began tugging harder on the lead, saying nothing, and was almost dragging me up the stairs. I fell about all over the place and must have looked like an incompetent fool, which was no doubt the effect she was going for, humiliating me into submission…

In less that an hour I found myself, still blindfolded, tied splayed out against a wall, my body forming an X shape. I was naked, helpless, and once again waiting for Madam to return.

A door to my left opened, and I heard her high heels stepping across the wooden floor. Again she said nothing, left me to wonder whether she was looking at me, or perhaps just texting somebody again. In the time she had been gone I’d tested the leather straps that held me against the wall, or rather, that held me against the leather surface attached to the wall which she’d arranged me against. The straps were tight, firm, and I could not move or wriggle beneath them. My arms and legs were completely immobile, with straps holding each of them in place, and another running across my forehead, stopping me from turning my head or letting my neck fall forwards.

I heard her step towards me. The darkness of the blindfold was beginning to become a natural sensation, I was growing used to working out what was going on from sounds alone. But I didn’t predict what she did next. In an instant my balls were clenched by her hands as she squeezed them harder than I would have thought it possible to do without bursting them. I screamed, writhed against my bonds, but the only part of me that was free to squirm even a little was my chest, which had no straps holding it in place, I breathed deeply, biting into my lip, the muscles in my neck, in my whole body, tightening. I couldn’t work out what was more painful, the pressure her hands were exerting on my balls, or the reaction of the rest of my body – my muscles tightening up to the point where I feared I was going to shatter into a million pieces.

‘Poor slave boy, look at that heaving chest, those taught muscles. It’s useless to fight it, you’re mine now and there really is no point in struggling.’ She squeezed even tighter, I couldn’t believe the pain and wondered if I was going to pass out. I managed to squeeze out the word ‘please’ from between my clenched teeth, but I couldn’t utter more than this one, pathetic little syllable because my mouth refused to do anything but clench shut in agony.

Then, just as quickly as it had arrived, the pressure, the immense pressure, stopped. She let go, and before I knew it my blindfold was being removed as well. The aching in my cock was something I had never experienced, the pain was indescribable, and yet kayaşehir escort at the same time I was growing hard, and I felt the rush of blood and pleasure through my crotch that normally only comes just before you orgasm. I wanted more, and I had no doubt that all the thoughts, all the sensations running through my head, all the feelings running through my body at that moment, had been calculated by Madam. She knew what she was doing to my body more than I would have thought anybody ever could. And with that thought, the blindfold fell away from my eyes.

I didn’t have to wince in order to see, wasn’t suddenly blinded by light. The room we were in was lit by just a couple of candles at its far end, on the opposite wall to the one which my body was hanging on. Madam was kneeling down in front of me, head lowered, examining my balls, and rubbing them softly between her fingers, occasionally letting her hand brush the base of my shaft. I could feel all this, but I could not see her properly as my head was still anchored in place by the leather strap around it. I wanted to see her, wanted to see what she was wearing, and wondered whether she had gotten changed out of the tight blue jeans and white blouse top she’d had on when she had answered the door to me originally. I could just make out the top of her shoulders from where I hung, and it seemed as though they were bare now, no silken fabric concealing them. Before I had time to pine for her any longer she stood up and, as though reading my thoughts, removed the strap from my head. As she did so she had to stand on tiptoes, and her face became level with mine, she breathed over me, and her breath smelt of sweet strawberries. She looked me in the eye and smiled as she undid the strap. She was truly beautiful, with deep, wondrous brown eyes and dark – almost black – flowing hair. As the strap came away from my head I bowed my eyes a little, out of a sense of instinctual respect. I didn’t want to look at her, didn’t feel myself worthy of that honor now, until she told me to do so. But as I looked down I noticed what she was wearing.

The tightest of tight black catsuits clung to her every curve, there was not a crease or fold in it, it was as though the material were part of her skin, a second layer that had grown on the surface of her own body. I wondered what the material was, because I’d never seen anything so captivating, so desirable in all my time spent looking at leather and latex clad bodies on the internet. And her shoulders were not bare as I’d previously thought, the catsuit simply became transparent when it reached her shoulders, and the transparent material continued on up her neck, and ended just below her jawline. She let her breasts press against my chest and said nothing, just held my head up by the chin so that I was now looking into her eyes. The silence was intoxicating, and the feel of her breasts beneath the catsuit, her beautiful, perfect breasts pressing against my chest was too much for me to take, I whimpered as she looked into my eyes, and then ran the backs of her hands gently over the sides of my naked body, making me tingle all over. My cock was wincing at her every breath, her every touch, and as it bobbed between my legs it flicked intermittently against the material of her catsuit, probably tapping at the insides of her thighs, but I didn’t dare look. She looked down towards our groins, then looked back into my eyes and smiled.

She stepped back, put a finger across her lips to indicate that I was to maintain my silence, then she turned and walked into the darkness. As she walked away from me I couldn’t take my eyes of the beauty of her thighs, I could see easily through the taught material just how toned, how perfectly sculpted her body was; the buttocks that sat atop her thighs, I cannot even begin to describe them. The catsuit clung to every curve of her bottom, and the material sunk deep in between her cheeks, and looked as though it could easily have been vacuum moulded against her skin, as though it could even extend into her body and cover her insides. But that last thought, or flight of imagination, was driven by the intoxication she had made me fall victim to, and by the pain and pleasure that I felt still burning in my cock, and still tingling down my sides where she had just moments before caressed my skin.

She disappeared between the two candles at the far end of the room. It looked as though she had walked right through the blackened wall, but I realized there must have been a curtain there which she had moved behind. I wondered what was in store for me next, what pleasures, what pains, what experiences I was going to undergo in the hours to come.

I didn’t have to wonder for long about what some of the things Madam had in store might entail; whilst I was still hanging on the wall alone lights suddenly came on across the ceiling. After finding my eyes initially stunned by the change in light, they quickly adjusted to take in all that lay around me. Every surface was covered with implements, with devices that looked both sinister and sexual at the same time. These implements were complimented by bondage chairs, racks, medical chairs, electro equipment, everything you could thing of that was even mildly BDSM related was present in that room.

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“Get down on your knees. Crawl to me. Don’t speak.” My eyes are locked on her as she follows my orders, no questions asked. I still get nervous at the beginning of each scene. I still feel a chill down my spine when she says “yes Mistress,” in that soft, sweet voice of hers. She’s half-way across the room and she looks up at me. In her pale blue eyes I see my reason for being. With just a quick glance up, she says so many things. I am a truly lucky woman. “Wait. Stop there. Up on your heels.”

I take a deep breath. There are butterflies in my stomach but I am in control. The few seconds it takes to walk the four or feet from the bed to her feel like an eternity. I’m sure she feels the same way crawling toward me. “Look into my eyes, girl.” Our eyes connect. I see stars. Softly, I smile down at her–my girl, my love, my everything. I reach down with fingers trembling and gently caress her cheek. She sighs softly and her eyes close. With one finger I slowly trace her lips. We’re in a rhythm now. She opens her mouth, willingly accepting my finger, sucking it; her eyes are locked on mine.

I pull my hand away and my finger slips from her mouth with a “pop.” I slowly slide my hand to the back of her head; my fingers tangle in her light brown hair. I am in control. Time stands still. Tilting her head back with a gentle tug of her hair, I lean bayrampaşa escort down and softly kiss her waiting mouth. She wants to touch me–to wrap her arms around me. As much as I want to let her, now is not the time. With the end of our kiss, I feel her body relax. I let go of her hair and walk behind her. “On all fours.”

Her ass really is perfect. Her skin is so smooth, so flawless. As beautiful as it is now, it’s even more beautiful when it’s bright red. I scrape my nails down her back with excruciating slowness–all the way down over her ass. She arches and groans as I lovingly caress her skin. “Count.” I draw my hand back and with a resounding “SMACK” it connects.

She draws in a sharp breath and softly exhales, “One, Mistress. May I have another?”

She’s such a good girl. SMACK! She tenses up. “Two, Mistress. May I have another?”

I’m in my element. SMACK! She whimpers, “Three Mistress-” before she can finish the sentence I surprise her with three rapid blows. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She fights a scream. We really mustn’t wake the neighbors. These apartment walls are much too thin.

Panting, she says, “Thank You Mistress.” Her ass is a nice shade of bright pink. A sheen of sweat is covering her body. The need to stop everything and take her right here on the fulya escort floor is overwhelming. I can sense her need too. I can smell it. I reach down and teasingly run a finger along her pussy–so wet, so warm. She wants me. She needs me. Easily my fingers slides past her outer lips and into her warm center. A soft moan escapes her lips as she presses her hips down on my hand. “Such a wanton slave, I have…” Slowly I bring my glistening finger to my lips and taste her. “Mmmm you’re delicious, pet.”

“Thank You Mistress.” she whimpers. She beginning to squirm now. She’s growing restless. Quickly I pull a leather flogger from a hook on the wall and smack her ass with it, reaffirming my control. “Do you want more, slave?” I tease her with the straps of leather, caressing her burning skin with the tips of the flogger. As she begins to answer I respond with a sharp SMACK of my palm against her bare ass.

“Yes Mistress, please…” She’s quivering at my feet. My last blow surprised her and she fell forward on her elbows. She looks so good this way–ass in the air, presented for me.

“Beg for it, girl. Make me think you want it more than anything in the world.” Shes slipping now–going to that place inside her head. Her voice sounds distant but still filled with need. She really is mine yenibosna escort now. How easy it would be to do whatever I want…This power is intoxicating.

“Please Mistress, again…” her voice trails off as I draw back my hand, “with a crop this time, Ma’am. Push me harder Mistress, I need it…I need You.” She’s whimpering, still squirming, but drifting deeper and deeper inside her head to a place where only she and I exist. I exchange the leather flogger for a stiff riding crop, one she presented to me on my birthday. It’s always been her favorite.

With a flick of my wrist I snap the end of the crop against the small of her back. In almost a whisper she says, “Thank You Mistress…” Again I bring the crop down on her, the shaft leaving a bright red mark across her ass. She’s completely silent now, save a few whimpers. She’s in heaven. I raise my arm higher, this time flicking the end of the crop along the backs of her thighs. She starts whispering, begging, “Please Mistress, more…harder…” Three quick lashes across her thighs–SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Her moans mixed with the snap of the crop are a symphony in my ears. This is the stuff life is made of.

Her whispered words are incoherent now. Still, she urges me on. I land the crop right across her ass. The red lines are beginning to blur into one mark. Again–SMACK! She rewards me with a moan. SMACK!–a muffled cry. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Finally she collapses on the floor from exhaustion, tears falling from her eyes. I let the crop fall to the floor as I bend down and pick her up. She’s so weak, so vulnerable now. Carrying her to the bed, I whisper in her ear, “You’re such a good girl. Mistress loves you, pet.”

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We were sleeping well when Juliette woke up.

She went downstairs to prepare Breakfast. She brought it up for all 3 of us having breakfast in bed.

I got up and took a shower, as Carmen was coming soon, and I wanted to be clean for her first taste at slavery. I went down to the kitchen in my robe and she was there already. When she saw me, she blushed like a virgin. I went to her and took her hand to lead her to the sitting room. She was actually better looking than what I had seen on the picture. She looked strong. She had beautiful legs and was well endowed with breast and ass, without looking fat at all.

“Hello, darling, you are going to be my slave. It’s what you want, isn’it?”

“Yes, Sir. Jim…, I mean, Juliette told me about it. My sex life had stopped over 5 years ago, when my husband got sick. I thought, maybe it was time for me to rediscover what I have been missing. I am not so old yet, I am only 51.”

“No, you are not old at all.” I put my hand behind her head and drew her to me. I pulled her toward me, until her face came very close to mine. I then kissed her, many small kisses on the cheeks, her lips, behind her ears, on the forehead… She was smelling good the woman.

“From now on, you are mine, you obey me in anything I want to do or I want you to do. You never can say no to me. I will use you and abuse you.”

I then kissed her on the mouth, forcing her lips to open with my tongue, and gave her a long passionate kiss. She did not resist and returned my kiss. My tongue was all over her mouth, and she let a soft moan out. I had taken her breath away at that moment, and I knew she was mine.

My hands went to untie, the top button of her bright yellow shirt, then one by one and very slowly, the other ones. I helped her out of it, and kissed and sucked her neck and her throat. I cupped her tits in my hands and kissed them and bit them hard enough for her to let out a grunt. I untied her bra, and caressed her tits, while sucking and biting her nipples. She was now moaning much louder. I lowered my hand below the elm of her white skirt and brought it up to her panties. I slip my hand inside them and touched her button that I rubbed very lightly. Her hips started moving to follow the movements of my finger. She was getting wet, really fast.

“You like that, slut, You are all wet, ready to be fucked like a bitch in heat.”

“Oh, yes Master, It has been so long.”

I untied her skirt and let it drop to her ankles. I lowered her panties and she was naked in front of me. She had not resisted at all and I kissed her mouth again.

“You are a wonderful woman, my slut. You are beautiful. I can see you want to belong to me now. I am going to take you from behind.”

I guided her down on her knees on the thick carpet on the floor. All the time teasing and caressing her body. I put 2 fingers in her pussy, and suddenly, I slapped her ass 3 times in a row. She yelped in surprise. I pushed her down on her four, went on my knees behind her and took her. I spanked her not too hard in rhythm with the strokes of my cock and she was yelping like a bitch.

“You do not come, until I tell you to.”

“Yes Master. Please can I come now, Plea..ea…ea…se.”

There was no way to delay it.

“Yes come now, I will come in you, too.”

She let out a loud and long cry like she was dying and collapsed on the floor.

I helped her down on her back and took her mouth in mine for a long and loving kiss.

Mary and Juliette had come down and I could hear them in the kitchen, where they probably had been spying and listening. I am sure, their pussies were soaked. I called them in and they were all red with excitement.

“Was it a good show, sluts? Now you are going to contribute. I want you to lick Carmen clean.”

They went down on Carmen, Juliette went for her cunt göztepe escort and licked my cum of her. Mary went for her tits and sucked on them, although I was not aware there was anything there that justified it.

Carmen started to revive under their tongues and she accompanied every lick from Juliette with her pussy.

“Oh, Master, Please can I come again. It’s so good.”

“You can come as many times as you want, whore.” And she did just that, coming 3 more times under my sluts who were switching their position, so they could share my cum.

They were so hot now, I could not let then in this state.

I first got Juliette near me and jerked off her hard cock. It took her only a few seconds for her to come, moaning and grunting and I instructed her to eat her cum.

Then I got Mary under my hand, and I finger fucked her deep, with my thumb on her clit. She came also in a matter of second with a long howl.

God, I loved these sluts and I loved my life. Who would not in my place?

After this good start of the day, everybody went doing their own things. Carmen went up to do the bedrooms, Juliette went to her office to take care of her businesses and money and Mary sat on a desk in the living room with a notebook and a pen.

I took my book (a Scandinavian mystery novel) and red a chapter of a Wallander story.

Then I went to see what Mary was doing.

“What are you doing, my pet? Writing a novel.”

“Not exactly, but a diary, I started writing about us since we met.”

“I guess it will be an X-rated book then?”

“Yes no doubt about it.”

She was not dressed yet, still in her robe. I came behind her and bent down and kissed her neck. I took her breast in my hands, caressing her nipples. She had wonderful bosom, not small, but not big, round and firm like the breast of a teenager.

I am not generally, attracted to very young women, but their breasts are often really nice. Young women (under 25) are, although there are many exceptions, either silly or self conscious. They don’t let go, they don’t abandon themselves like a mature woman does. When a mature woman tell you that she belongs to you, she means it, without restriction or after thoughts… After this little parenthesis, back to our story.

So I caressed her breath, she got up and turned around for a kiss. I sat on her chair, opened both our robes, and made her sit on my laps, facing me and let her impale herself on my cock. She is so ever ready.

She grabbed my neck and pulled herself in and out. She was fucking me, riding me. My finger fucking had not been enough for her and all she had in mind was my cock in her pussy. It was not long before she howled, having a very strong orgasm. More material for her diary!

I then went upstairs to see what Carmen was up to. She was a good girl, making my bed and she was radiant. I came behind her, cupped her tits in my hands and pushed her on the bed on her back. She laughed like a little girl.

I pulled her skirt up, pulled her panties down and penetrated her immediately. I was hard, from my encounter with Mary. She was wet, thinking of our last fuck and probably anticipating our future ones. I took her, almost violently. She was so excited, she started emitting moans and cries and came almost immediately (I got myself another slut! What a life!). So I went to see Juliette in her office.

I hear some of you saying that I was gay. Once and for all, I am not attracted by men in the street or on a screen. I never think of a man as a sexual partner. But Juliette was different. I never saw her or thought of her as a man. To me, she is a woman and I love her. True she has a cock and no pussy. So, that forces us to make some accommodation, but that’s all. She is a woman and a beautiful one at that.

If you saw her in the street, dressed like a bourgoise with her long red hair, you would find her very attractive and never think she was not a woman.

But for the moment, what I needed from her was release. I sat on the edge of her desk in front of her and said “Suck my cock, slut.” She took my çorlu escort cock in her mouth and her head went up and down.

I put my hand over her head and pushed her down more deeply. I was fucking her throat and I came quickly provoking a gag reflex, But she did not lose her composure and swallowed my whole load.

“Jerk off, now slut.. I want you to have your part of pleasure.”

When she was close to come, I took her hand away, and put my hand in its place and finished the job myself.

“Thank you, Master, your hand is so much better than mine.”

Later in the morning, UPS showed up. The girls, except for Carmen, knew what was to be delivered and there was a lot of fun and expectation in the air. Carmen when she was told, had a good laugh too. We put all the packages on the table in the dining room. “Let’s open the boxes and see what we’ve got here.”

They wondered at all the novelties and played with them for a while. “Now my darlings take them upstairs to my bedroom and put them in the cabinet in the wall on the left side of the bed. Make sure everything is tidy, and sort them by category.”

Carmen prepared a nice lunch and it occurred to me that I had not tried the swimming pool yet.

“Let’s go to the swimming pool. I’d like to try it. You too Carmen. You all go to my room, first and select one dildo with suction cup each.”

They came back with their swim suits, although they probably wouldn’t not have a need for them for very long and a dildo. Juliette had traded her red hair wig, for a short blond one.

We went in the water, that was just a little bit too warm and played in there, splashing each other and throwing a ball. Mary, my little slut, was constantly after me, rubbing herself at every opportunity.

After a while we came out of the water, I said:

“Take your suits off and stick your dildo on the tiles on the floor.”

I laid down myself on the floor, with my cock up.

“Mary and Carmen, crouch over your dildos and fuck yourselves slowly. Juliette, crouch with your ass over my cock.” I grabbed her and had my cock impale her. Her ass was now always ready to take my cock, it was not open too big but just large enough to take my cock in without effort.

My 3 women had now their hips going up and down, and they started to moan. My cock felt probably better than the dildos, as Juliette was the first to come.

“Mary, your turn.” Mary took Juliette’s place and she came after a few moments, moaning and crying.

“Carmen, your turn now.” She rushed to replace Mary on my cock and only a few strokes were enough to send her over, with inarticulate cries. This woman really intended to make up for lost time.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed that the bushes between our and the neighboring house were moving as if somebody had plaid Peeping Tom. Well, good for them.

We went back to the water and sunbathed for the rest of the afternoon.

We were relaxing in the living room when someone rang at the gate. Carmen inquired on the intercom and reported that it was the neighbor. “Open up for her.” said Juliette.

She came in, a tall woman in her fifties with short black hair and a not very pretty face, but attractive enough (I almost always find something attractive in a woman).

Juliette made the introduction.

“This is Emma. She lives next door, She is a professor of English literature. Her husband is a business consultant and is very often away.”

“Nice to meet you Emma, did you have a good view, this afternoon?”

“No!…Yes!…I mean…”

“What do you mean, you were the Peeping Tom I glimpsed at behind the bushes? Did our little party excite you?”

I stood up from my chair and went to her, putting my hand on her breast. She did not protest and I knew what she had come for.

“You want your part of the fun, don’t you?”

I brought my hand down and up under her skirt. She was not wearing panties and she was soaked between the legs.

“You are a slut, aren’t you? Say it, that you want it, beg for it.”

“Yes, I want it, please.”

I grabbed ümraniye escort her by the shoulders, and bent her over the table, with her tits pressed against it.

“Juliette, my sweet, go under the table and eat this slut’s pussy.” When she was in position and Emma was moaning with pleasure, I lifted her skirt over her back and possessed her immediately. I could feel Juliette’s mouth under Emma’s pussy. I started to fuck her hard, slapping her ass at the same time. She cried and moaned and came soon but I kept her in place and continued fucking her. This orgasm was only the first little wave, before the big tsunami that was to come.

A few minutes later, her cries and moans got louder and louder. She came, howling. loosing all control, being taken away by the tsunami I had predicted. If I had not kept her up, she would have crashed down on the floor. I came in her pussy.

It took her a few minutes for her breath to calm down and she could regain some modicum of control.

“Good, slut, now you must thank my girls.”

“Juliette sit down in this chair! Emma is going to suck your cock until you come in her mouth and she swallows your load.”

“Emma, go ahead, obey.” She went to Juliette knelt down and started to give her a blow job. Juliette was delighted, she had not come inside a woman for a very long time.

“Now, slut go eat Mary and then Carmen’s pussy”. She obeyed and the 2 girls came like the 2 sluts they are.

“OK, you can go now.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you so much.”

“Any time, slut. But call first.”

And I thought to myself: If the neighbors want some now, I’ll have to order Viagra and Cialis by the pound.

I lighted up the barbeque and grilled some steaks and we had a nice dinner.

After dinner, we went to watch TV and the girls opted for watching a porn movie we had received today.

They chose a BDSM movie and we watched 2 men using and abusing 4 women. Mostly standard stuff that nevertheless made my cock hard and the girls soaked. 2 things impressed the girls mostly. Double penetration and pee, as the women loved to be peed on and in their mouth by the men “Golden Showers”.

Double penetration presented a challenge for Juliette since she could not be penetrated in the pussy as she did not have one. We decided that for her, DP would be one in the ass and one in the mouth.

Carmen had not been fucked in the ass yet, and she swore that she had never been. Only Mary could be and my little love/slut was all excited by the idea. So, I decided that the first thing I would do was deflowering Carmen. She was very apprehensive about it, as it looks like that’s not very common in the Hispanic community.

I wanted to reassure her and made her very excited, by undressing her very slowly, with a lot of kissing, rubbing, licking. I then positioned her on her four with her ass up, just like I had done with Mary and Juliette, who were success stories. I told Juliette to lick her asshole and finger it with lubricant (and we had a much better lubricant now). Juliette was very gentle and inserted one , then two, then three fingers, I then took over going with my cock right away but very slowly, very little at the time. Her asshole was extended and probably sore but she was so excited, she did not protest and was moaning softly. I entered her then at once and her ass was mine and I fucked her harder and harder, and she did not know what hit her, when she was shaken by an earthquake in the form of an orgasm. I stayed in her for a long time, moving just a little to make her used to have her ass filled. I turned her around and gave her on long kiss, with my tongue all over her mouth.

“Did you see, my love, that was not so terrible, was it?”

“Oh no Master, I cannot wait to do it again.”

I jerked off Juliette for the good job she had done.

“Now let’s go to bed. Mary will sleep with me (I had not spent a lot of quality time today with my love) and she was radiant with happiness. I wanted to make love to her, not merely fuck her. I caressed, kissed and licked her from head to toe. She was moaning and pushing small cries. I possessed her very gently, with love and for a very long time, adjusting my strokes not to have her come too quickly and she came three times in a row. She then climbed on me and rode me and I came in her. We were saying little nothings to each other, lover talks. Tonight, she was not my slave, but my loving mistress and we fell asleep in each other arms

To continued

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