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Damn! You look hot lying nude, spread-eagled face down and bound to the bed. Your head is toward the foot of the bed and you are blindfolded. I see your head turn and you’re listening as I slide the zipper open. I raise a foot and remove the shoe and let it fall to the floor. You are smiling in anticipation as my pants fall to puddle around my feet. The floor squeaks softly as I shift my weight and step from them.

I throw my shirt to the floor and stand admiring your body. Your buttocks rise above the rest of your body just as my cock has ascended further in its own anticipation. I bend forward at your side and trace each curve with my fingers. Slight bumps rise on your flesh and you tremble in pleasure. I can see the faint outline at the rear of your sex. The pale pink treasure that I’ll claim before I’m finished.

I tease your lips and trace them back to the split in your cheeks…my fingers travel that tender valley. I return and run fingertips down the inside of your thighs and listen as you moan softly. I trace back up the outside of your body and across the edge of your hips and the delicate, soft, pale skin at the edge of your tummy. And now I trace up to the swollen tissue caused by the pressure of your body and its compression of breasts against the bed.

Under your arms, teasing and tickling… to your neck and then around your neck to your face with the one cheek down. I trace the brows and eyelids to your nose and then bend forward to tease your lips with mine. You taste delicious and I can smell the scent of fresh toothpaste. I tease but do not linger…although I’m so tempted.

I begin the ritual again as I replace my fingertips with my lips and add a hint of tongue in more sensual areas. As my face travels up your buttocks I inhale the first major hint of your aroused wetness. This time I advance to the soles of your feet and tickle them until I hear you giggle and then take each large toe into my mouth and nurse it while my hands caress the soles with my thumbs…gently easing the stress from your day.

Your body is still damp from the shower and the freshness of your skin helps the awareness in my suspended manhood. At your neck I pause again and enjoy the taste of your body and scent of your hair. Again to your face and lips…teasing them only with my tongue. I feel your tongue escape an attempt to join mine, but I’m careful and leave only a kiss at its tip. Now I apply a deep massage and a few tricks of massage over your body and a smile displays your joy.

It has been many minutes when finally I lift your left shoulder and slide my right leg under it…followed by your right shoulder raised and my left leg sliding under. Your shoulders are riding my thighs as I approach your cheek and caress it with my cock. You turn and attempt to catch it when I tell erzurum escort you to only kiss the shaft… and tell you that you are to be thorough. You are more than thorough and I feel myself wanting to jump on and proceed instantly to the task… but I wait and follow my plan. As you begin another round of kissing I raise it away and drop it to the other side. You turn your head to follow and continue.

I feel my head begin to throb and direct you to kiss it without applying your tongue. Hungrily you kiss it and follow the ridge that surrounds it. My own pleasure forces me to bite my lips to prevent your knowledge of my intense appreciation. Now I tell you it is time for your tongue, but only externally. You are not to take me in… yet. Again, my lip is bleeding…I can taste the saltiness of my own blood…and force myself to entertain another form to contain my denial. Your tongue is soft and inquiring and then as you trap my cock between it and the sheet you attack vigorously. Your tongue is wild and I notice you enjoying it too as your chest moves in slow undulations against the sheet and I know your nipples must be erect and their sensitivity guiding your movement.

Enough I command and tell you it is time to take me in. Voraciously your mouth consumes me and begins its journey to my climax. You explore and taste…enjoying the comfort and then your head begins to bob as I move further forward and deeper. I’ve raised your shoulders with my knees and reach around to cup each breast and knead each nipple. Your ass is tantalizingly close… I remove my hand and spank you once… hard. Your surprise is immediately evident as you open your mouth and stretch your head back… without losing me.

The sting is harsh but dies quickly. Suddenly you realize how much you enjoyed that spanking and begin to bob even faster… moaning like a pup for it’s mother’s teat. I bury my fingers deep in the flesh of your butt and use my purchase to enjoy thrusts of my own. Your body’s scent flavors the air with each breath you take. And I slap you again and again… Your mouth and body respond their eagerness… Your mouth is busy with my cock and never loses control.

I don’t want it to end just yet. I surprise you as I withdraw and slide backwards on the sheet before extracting each leg and then standing. Disappointment is evident upon your face and you are asking what you’ve done wrong. I don’t respond…you have done everything just right and again I am at your side studying your body in the dim light as I bend forward to kiss and soothe your reddened cheeks.

I would never hurt you and yet I know that there is spice that you sometimes enjoy and that variety is exciting to you. I crawl atop the bed and over one of your legs to kneel and eskişehir escort continue my special ministration to that reddening. Your scent is stronger and its source evident as I note the accumulation of your special wetness. I find you irresistible as my hands come forward along each cheek and slowly pry them apart.

With two hands I’ve separated them and now my mouth comes forward to kiss and tease that sensitive rosebud lying before me. With my tongue I circle and tease and then proceed downward to your waiting lips and taste the first drops of dew that have accumulated. Your hips rise to meet me and I trace further along each lip before probing again to the treasure within.

I bury my face firmly and begin the serious task of full arousal. Leaving my face buried I slowly bring my hands around to your hips and bring you closer. My cock is rigid and it lusts to attend your needs. I clean you as I tease and reach further until I am below your thighs and at your front entrance. Quickly I explore and locate your center. Your clit is rigid and swollen as I pinch it softly between thumb and finger. I am dining at the table of passion and enjoying a full meal.

Your body has been writhing in silent anguish…pleasure…demand… as I surface and repeat an earlier effort and raise your left hip and then the right and ease one leg and then the other under you and slide forward on my ass. My cock is assuming control of my mind…telling me what and where to act.

I reach under and adjust myself to point in your direction and finally my cock feels the first hint of warmth from your body. I pause and tease your thighs with its head and spread your cheeks again and allow it to rest across your rosebud. Your hips are nested over my thighs and your still reddened ass is in my lap.

Now my hands are busy again finding your clit… and then a quick snap of my fingers again shocks you and your clit seems to grow larger from that shock. I hear you moan in satisfaction and your hips writhe and seek me. Your arms and legs are straining against the bonds as I circle you with my fingertips in soft placation of the pain I’ve caused. You sigh loudly at the new gentleness and I raise you further until my cock falls into place at the rear of your lips.

Now I slowly tease your lips and circle the entrance to your depth. My cock’s head forces you open and your dampness lubricates me. With one hand I guide, circle and stroke you. You ask me to enter so that you may feel my fullness, but I tease… for awhile. My own passion has risen and I must pause to come down from that height and relax before proceeding. Tonight is yours… my time to please you first… before me.

I am still hard, but breathing more easily. I’m still quiet and gaziantep escort I seldom voice a command to you. My eagerness overpowers my will and I slide forward further by raising and rocking myself on my arms and hands. The effort has further teased as your nested hips follow and feel me sliding smoothly and eagerly into you.

After I’ve moved forward and as deep as I can penetrate, I pause and flex the muscle at the base of my cock sending small ripples into your body. Only a moment passes before I feel your answering contractions. I bend over and kiss that soft space at the upper center of your back. Again my hands are at your hips and I slowly raise you and then drop you onto my straining manhood.

The sudden intense pleasure causes you to react and soon you are helping as I begin tonight’s most serious and sustained effort toward that pleasure. Your face is turned… slight noises escape your lips. Without help from hands you turn your head and your other cheek is against the sheet and I feel you rocking and sliding your nipples once again across the sheet. Your eyes are closed and your mouth open. Your tongue is pressed against and teasing… stroking your upper lip.

I’ve always enjoyed your face and lips at climax…that special moment that is always a portrait of you in my mind. When I am close it is always my last glimpse as I fill you.

I feel a shudder…that begins as a slight tremble in your hips…and then proceeds to raging…crashing climax. A sharp cry and frantic unintelligible word fills the room and your hips are shaking me. I feel the first of many small orgasms and work to help you remain at your peak.

Your breathing is ragged and your smile is evident as you come down for a moment and then re-ascend. My own pleasure mounts with each climax. We are wet and your scent has grown to fill my senses… saturate them to the point where I too am ready.

I pause and let you come down and catch a breath before I begin the final charge and rage forward taking no prisoners in my lust for you. I begin. We are building…building. Our thighs are in charge and I am rocking on my cheeks as I continue to raise and drop your pleasure.

Each stroke I feel you, sliding…caressing my cock…bottoming and then raising again. My head is pulsing and my manhood is set to explode as I feel it coming. It starts deep within and traverses my body somehow always finding an exit through that manhood. My pleasure pulses and begins the rapid series of contractions required to fill you and thrill me. I feel your pussy as it seems to grasp and milk me. Your eyes are opened wide and your mouth exhibits that silent scream that always ends with a true vocal response.

Your body is trembling and your hips and thighs shake uncontrollably as I know you have felt me and are responding in your own special way. A series of soft feminine grunts are witness to your efforts and then that full inhalation as you void yourself and bathe me in your love.

I collapse over your hips and my cheek hugs your back as I wrap you in my arms in an intense expression of thank you before it becomes flaccid and I finally release your bonds.

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My first story…comments and criticism appreciated.

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Sitting in class, a Chinese class just like any other, I caught my mind wandering again. Today, our female teacher was conducting the class, while our male teacher sat on the edge of the room, observing.

Mr. Conley, or Hé Laoshi as I usually knew him, was a strange man, kind of quiet. Our female teacher was from China, but Hé Laoshi was American. He was no George Clooney, but he was fairly attractive, and almost six feet tall. He always seemed to be taking in his surroundings, although occasionally he would respond to the class in very amusing ways. And he sometimes went far out of his routine to help one of us out. I found him very likable. I thought he must be around fifty, with his salt and pepper hair. He wore glasses that were like the ones I’ve seen in pictures of my dad when he was in his thirties.

“Fan Qi” The teacher called my Chinese name. I lost track of the drill we were doing, and told her I wasn’t sure of the answer. I could feel Mr. Conley looking at me. Before my daydream I had answered a question with such fluency that I had even surprised myself, and thought he might have been impressed. I was disappointed that I probably disappointed him.

Oh well. I didn’t know how a person could get her teacher’s attention the right way. It’s dangerous, it could be awkward or even dangerous, and I just didn’t think I had the moxie for a stunt like that. What’s more, there’s a specific type of guy I look for. I need him to take charge, and although I thought I could sense my professor’s dominant undertone, I knew my senses could very easily be mistaken.

I liked older guys, and I’d always had a fantasy that some professor would take me and dominate me, maybe in his office, or in some deserted classroom. I wanted him to think of me as an innocent little girl, and then learn about my wilder side, all while teaching me how to please and be pleased in the right ways. It was a lot to ask for.

“Fan Qi” he called on me.

“Duibuqi, qing ni zai shuo yibian” I asked him to repeat himself. In Chinese, he told me that he wanted to see me after class.

I told him I’d could meet him in his office after I used the restroom. Those last ten minutes passed by so quickly, I didn’t even realize class was just ending. I took a deep breath, my heart was pounding, I was caught a little off-guard. I went to the bathroom, checked my appearance, and headed up the stairs to his office. Our class was in the basement, and his office was on the third floor, so I was a little out of breath after I finished hopping up the stairs.

I knocked on his door, he told me to sit down. My mind spinning a little as I sat down, still trying to slow my heartbeat. My palms were sweating, but I didn’t really feel nervous anymore, because his patient look had such a calming effect. What did he want?

“I already sent your recommendation letter for your study abroad this summer.”

“Wow, thank you!” I hadn’t even asked him for one yet—

“But I wanted to talk to you about your performance in class these last few days. I’ve noticed that you seem pretty distracted. Has anything happened with you lately? Is everything alright?”

“Oh, no! Everything’s been pretty good lately, I’m sorry I’ve seemed so distracted, I just have had a lot going on, and I just got caught zoning out a few times today.” I was touched that he was asking about me. Obviously I didn’t want to tell him what was really on my mind. I thanked him for his concern, and told him I would try harder to stay focused, then I took off down the stairs.

With a slow breath to shake off the encounter, I popped in my earbuds and let the sounds of a Talking Heads song carry me to my next class.

—-

Saturday night was a blast. I went dancing with my friends, and got a little drunk. I knew I shouldn’t have been walking alone, but my friends were going off to a party, and I was fairly certain my ex-boyfriend would be there, so I decided to walk home. It was a nice evening, I was in a great mood, and I thought I was sober enough then that I could still be productive on Sunday.

I walked down the main street, humming to myself as I went. Half a block ahead of me, I saw a few women walk out of a bar and head down the street, the direction I was walking, and then a man. He was walking toward me, and when he came a little closer, I realized it was Mr. Conley! I walked a little taller, trying to walk so that my hips would swing a little more. Then I noticed myself, and laughed a little. I was totally in my own world, when all of the sudden, he was right in front of me. We both stopped walking.

“Laoshi hao” I gave him the proper Chinese greeting for a teacher.

“Fan Qi! What are you doing out so late? Why are you alone?”

“I’m fine, I’m just heading home. What about you?” I was a little drunker than I thought. Moving maybe a little too flirtatiously, I shifted my hips toward him.

“I was just having a drink with some teachers. I’m about to düzce escort head home. Do you live far from here?”

“A few blocks, what about you?” I was smiling sweetly, trying to suggest more than I was saying, but doing it a little awkwardly.

He looked concerned, “Why don’t I walk you to your dorm? Apartment? Where is it?”

I grew a little bolder. Stepping a little closer to him, I touched his arm, and looked up at him. “Why don’t I walk you to yours?”

He stopped, his mouth open. Maybe he was shocked, but I didn’t want this opportunity to slip away. Before he could refuse my offer, I went farther. I grabbed his belt loop and pulled him toward me. “Maybe you’d like to teach me something else today?” I was shocked by my own words, but I tried to stand still and wait for his answer. My hand slipped down slowly to his crotch. He seemed to be stopping to consider something, and then to my surprise, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the entranceway, tucked away from the main sidewalk.

“You’re stepping into a dangerous zone, Ms. Clark. But I’m sensing that you like danger,” He covered my mouth and leaned down so he could speak more softly. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and understood why my invitation incited such a brilliant response. “But I’m going to tell you right now, if you want it—if you want me to teach you that is, it’s going to be on my terms, and you’re going to keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut. I mean it. If I hear one word about this from anyone else, you’re going to find it very difficult to continue in this program.”

I was shocked. I was excited. Changes in relationships are so strange. They can happen so suddenly. A simple first kiss, for example, can make the fumbling awkwardness of a new relationship smooth out completely. But I was thrilled that something that I could normally only fantasize about seemed to be happening to me right now. But there was no awkwardness in his actions, and he did not kiss me.

“We’re going to my office, and you’re going to walk a few paces in front of me on the way there. Don’t turn around, don’t try to look at me– there will be consequences if you break my rules. Get walking.”

So I started moving toward campus. The walk to his office was incredible. It was everything I wanted—I had his attention! I kept thinking of that moment that he went from being my teacher to being more than my teacher. I could tell he was looking at me, into me. He knew there was more to me than my modest clothing and my rather normal student behavior, of that, at least, I was sure. I wanted him to know more of me. I’d kept my sexuality hidden from everyone except just a few guys. Aside from those few people I’d just been a cute girl with bangs who smiled all the time. They had no idea that I could let my hair down, take my clothes off. They didn’t know that I could arch my back and growl hungrily for them, or let them tie me up and have their way with me. I could do it all.

The only thing I couldn’t do was orgasm. In order to orgasm, I needed vibrations. There just wasn’t any other way to do it, and no guy is ever prepared for that, so I either fake it or I focus on his desires, and that’s usually enough to just about satisfy me.

We arrived at the building, and I walked up the stairs. I wasn’t sure what to expect at this point. This was so strange, but I was so turned on. I just tried to wake myself up to the fact that this was real, really real. There was no one in the building, but the doors to the entranceways were usually kept unlocked. It felt nice to get out of the crisp night air. After climbing the stairs up to his office, we arrived. Mr. Conley unlocked the door and turned on a light.

“Have a seat, Ms. Clark.”

“Okay”

“That better be the last time I hear you speak to me without addressing me as ‘Sir’, understood?”

I was elated. “Yes, sir” He was my type; he wanted to take control. He sat down in his chair across the desk from me. I wondered why he didn’t touch me.

“Take off that pathetic little dress of yours, and sit back down. I have a few questions for you.”

I stood up and pulled my dress over my head. It was awkward, not really sexy at all, and I sheepishly sat back down, now half naked.

“You seemed to walk fine on the way here. How much have you had to drink tonight?”

“Not very much…I think I had maybe four or five drinks, sir.”

“Good, that shouldn’t be too much. I don’t want you to get sloppy. Drink this, as much as you can.” He handed me a bottle of water that he got from his drawer.

“Thank you.”

He gave me a moment to drink. I gulped down about half of the bottle. “Now, tell me why you haven’t been focusing in class. I want the truth now.”

“Uh…I” I couldn’t say it. I didn’t know what he wanted me to say, “Well…”

“Is it because you were thinking about getting your little pussy rubbed and licked and fucked? Did you think about that?”

I looked down into edirne escort my lap. There was too much space between us, and I felt exposed. “Yes, sir.”

“You’ve come to a better lesson tonight then. Whores like you all need to be taught a lesson. And I think I’ve got the materials you need.” He opened his bottom desk drawer and fished out a black box. Using a key from his pocket, he unlocked it. He set the box on the floor. “Now, come here.”

Although his speech wasn’t slurred, I could detect the smell of alcohol as I approached him. “Sir?” He grabbed my wrists and pulled me down across his lap, then tugged down my panties.

“I think you need to be disciplined for your lack of effort in class. It’s only a few months until your trip, but you don’t seem to be focused at all. Just five for now, but perhaps there will be more, depending on how fast you learn.”

Thwack! His hand came hard down on the right side of my ass. I flinched and cried out a little.

“I want you thank me for this punishment. Now!”

“Thank you”

“Good. Every time.”

Thwack! “Thank you! Thwack! “Thank you! Thwack! “Thank you!

“Good.”

Thwack! “Thank you, sir.”

“I must admit, I’m surprised you learn so quickly. Or maybe you’ve done this before? Little slut like you, it would make more sense.” I was panting, still a little shocked by what was actually happening to me then. He spoke again “Take off your bra, and sit on the desk.” He took off his own shirt, and walked over to me. My breasts were not huge by any means, but it still felt wonderful to release them. He a hand on my chin, and his other rubbed my breast. “You have a pretty mouth for such a slut. I’m sure you’d love to taste some cock. Remove my belt, and take off my pants. Quickly!”

I did as I was told. After undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, I started to reach for his bulging erection. As soon as I touched it, my head was jerked back by my hair. and I received a sharp slap to the cheek. Startled, I opened my eyes and met his.

“Did I tell you to touch me? Listen, the rule is, you may not touch me unless I expressly order you to do so. Got that, bitch?”

His words were like another slap in the face. I just wanted him to be pleased with me. It’s how I always felt in the classroom, and it was how I felt now. “I’m sorry, sir. I understand now.”

“Good. I think you are a quick learner. I might have a reward coming for you, but you will need to do exactly as I say if you want to receive it. I’ve seen how you sit in class; you seem fairly flexible. Put your feet up on the desk, so that they touch each other, spread your legs, and keep your eyes on me. Lie back. Now.”

Wide eyed, I spread my legs for him. I was glad that I shaved the day before, I would have been mortified otherwise. I was also glad to hear that he had noticed the way I sat cross-legged in class. Not many people could fit themselves that way, and although it wasn’t a big deal, it felt good to know that I had been noticed.

Slap! His hand came into contact with my thigh. “I like your legs, Ms. Clark. But I told you to keep your eyes on me, and that means that you cannot close them. Good. Now, let’s see how wet you’ve become.”

I was indeed quite wet. I could tell he knew his way around when his fingers began to glide all over me, Rubbing all of the semi sensitive areas, and only occasionally grazing my clit. He was making me crazy. I accidently closed my eyes, as it was usual for me to do so when I masturbated. He stopped what he was doing, and my eyes flew open. He looked angry, and a little scary. His hand flew to my throat, and pressed into me forcefully.

“You ungrateful little bitch, you make me say it again and I will have you on your knees sucking my cock until your lips bleed. You want to get off? You want to taste my come later? You will listen to me, got it?”

I did my best to nod, and he finally let go. Fuck! My whole body spasmed as oxygen entered my brain again. It felt amazing: a crazy, euphoric sensation. He was intimidating, but I wanted to let him know how much I liked that.

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

His eyebrows raised, and he smiled a little. “Ah, your welcome. I thought you might get off on that. You look fucking pathetic with your legs spread and my hand on your neck like that though. Maybe a little pain is what you’d like then?” He began to slap my thighs with his hands. I indulged in the noise of the smacking and the pleasant tingling sensation after he removed his hand from my skin. I began to breath harder, anticipating the blows. He was slow and methodical, precise even, and it felt so goddamned good. I felt like I was experiencing an expert, fluent in Chinese, Russian, and women.

“You should see how wet you are, Ms. Clark.” I shuddered with delight, hearing my name being said that way, in this context. All I could think was ‘fuck, god damn, fuck,’ as his hand began to occasionally slap my clitoris. elazığ escort “Little slut, little fucking slut, you love this, you love it. Tell me.”

“Fuck I love this! I fucking love this. Ah! God! FUCK” This wasn’t the kind of sensation that would get me to orgasm, but I was wet as hell and my body was heating up.

“Good, good. I’ve got something for you, but I will need your help, and I need your cooperation.” He pulled out a small plastic vibrator, in the shape of a bullet. My eyes got wide, but I smiled a little at the sight of it. “You are going to come tonight, like you’ve never done before. I have all night. I have a good idea of how you want this, but when I give you permission to come, you will take this from me and finish the job. I will watch you. And you will look in my eye and thank me when you do. Got all of that, Ms. Clark?”

“Jesus…” I whimpered, “I mean yes sir, thank you Mr. Conley. I’d give anything for that, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this, thank—”

“Shut the fuck up. And watch.” He turned the vibrator on, and began to circle my clit with it. I could feel my body respond when he pressed it just below, it was like the pleasure was shooting out of me just below my clit. I was on fire. He inserted two of his fingers into my mouth. “Suck.” I did, greedily. I kept my eyes locked with his the whole time. He was driving me crazy, and I wanted him to feel crazy too. I sucked his fingers like it was a promise. He continued to torture my pussy with his circling, occasionally increasing the pressure, and eventually clicking up the speed.

“Good girl. You seem like you’re getting pretty close. I’m going to put my hand on your neck now, only not so hard this time, and you are going to finish yourself. Do NOT close your eyes. You’ve got my permission to come.”

I took the vibrator from him and pushed it into the area I could feel the fire coming from. My moans grew loader, and more muffled as his hand increased the pressure slightly. I was burning with it, and I circled faster and faster, invoking, inviting it to come out of me with the sound and the sensation and the rhythm. I felt him insert his fingers into me and slide upward, back and forth, back and forth, and I began to shake as my orgasm came, like a beast out of the woods. Sweating, panting, I tried to look at him still, but my eyes rolled back. I grabbed his wrist with my other hand.

“I’m coming…sir! Fuck, fuck! Thank you suuurr……” It exploded out of me with a violent shudder. I was spent. “Jesus, holy fucking Christ,” I breathed. And I moaned as my body shuddered with aftershocks.

“Very good. Well, almost good. I suppose my expectations of you are not very high, but you are going to have to learn sooner or later. Did I tell you to stop looking at me? And did I tell you that you could touch my arm? I don’t recall either of those orders. Get on your knees, now. He pulled his pants down below his knees. His erection was massive. His dick was the length of my hand, and wider than my fingers could fit around. I’m average height, but I have smaller features, like my hands, so I guessed that he was something like six inches long. I was pleased to see that his cock was as stiff as a telephone pole.

He put his hand on my cheek and looked directly into my eyes. “I want you to perform like your life depends on it. Open your mouth. You’re taking it all.” I pushed him into my throat and bobbed my head until I gagged. He was covered in my spit now. I used all the tricks I could think of, gagging on him again every time I thought his wasn’t wet enough. His precome tasted rather nice, I don’t know how that works, perhaps he had a good diet. I had a lot of time to think while I was blowing him, and at one point I became fixated on the idea of giving him the best he’s ever had. I licked his balls, noted that they smelled nice rather than sweaty. I used my hands to stroke him, touched his inner thighs, and sucked and jerked him like it was my job.

“Holy fuck, you know how to suck cock, don’t you little slut?….Ah!…. I’d like to come all over your pretty little face and let you lick me off of your tits, but I know you want me to bend you over and nail you. You’re doing such a good job, I think I’ll give you what you want. Stop. Get up, and put your elbows on the table and get your ass in the air. Wait for me.”

I heard him rustling through his box, and wondered for a moment why he had this box in his office, then let the thought go. But I needed to ask him something.

“Mr. Conley, sir?” I was so fucking horny, I almost hated the chance that I might ruin everything. I turned around for a moment. “Please sir, please will you use a condom? I’m not on any birth control, please I don’t want to worry.”

His look of tenderness seemed genuine. “Kylie, you’ll have nothing to worry about. I will use one. Thank you for letting me know, and thank you for asking so politely.”

It was so odd to hear his normal voice come through during this game of domination. The contrast between the real, normal Mr. Conley, and the dominating beast of a man he had turned himself into was shocking. Something in my brain said, ‘I love this guy.’ I didn’t know if that was true, but I sure was grateful for his gentle response. I was so fucking turned on by his sudden, teacherly demeanor. I heard him unwrap a condom and slip it on.

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Leda had the misfortune to have a surname that started with an ‘A’, so she sat right at the front of the class, under the teacher’s nose. She had good fortune to be pretty and well developed for her age. Having just turned 18, she looked older than her classmates in the all-girl school she attended.

Swanne had the misfortune to be the only male teacher at the school, a major break with 150 years proud tradition, and the cause of much muttering from the other teachers, spinsters, virtually to a ‘man’, and 10 years older at least. He had the good fortune to be ‘not ugly’. Not handsome, just ‘not ugly’. Which was enough to fuel more than a few teenage fantasies amongst his students.

She was the closest thing the school had to a tart. She was curvy and moved in a way that showed she knew it. She wore make-up, discretely, as well as perfume. Both were explicitly banned in the lengthy list of school rules. But these infractions paled into insignificance when compared to her flouting of the school’s uniform code. In this area she was a legend in her own lunchtime, the subject of admiration, jealousy and desire in almost equal parts. The uniform should have consisted of

– Pleated woollen skirt, to the knees.

– Thick ‘bullet proof’ tights in summer and winter

– White cotton blouse, long sleeved and buttoned to the neck.

– Striped tie.

– Underwear had to be of the most utilitarian design, big, baggy and practical.

Is it a wonder that she ignored the rules? Instead of wearing what she was meant too Leda likes to make a few variations. Perhaps you would like to know how Leda gets ready for school? Shall we watch?

Leda stumbles through her morning, waving goodbye as her parents leave for work. Watching until their cars are completely out of sight, she moves away from the window and pads softly to her parent’s bedroom, excitement building with every step. “NOW I can raid Mummy’s vanity!” she says to herself. Leda’s mother, Claire had every hue of lip rouge, every kind of mascara and eye shadows.

She stands before the door, and opens it slowly, as though about to enter a holy shrine. Ahh! There is the altar. The altar that she will worship when she is no longer a child, when she becomes a woman. Crystal atomisers filled with heavenly scents stand in a row like receptacles of holy water.

“These are the things ‘Claire’ wears that make men’s faces light up at Daddy’s parties,” she thinks, savouring the irreverence of referring to her mother by her first name.

She uncaps “Wantonly Red” lipstick but forlornly remembers school rules. Replacing the cap, she rubs the cherry-flavoured lip-gloss across her lips, instead. This is quickly followed by a bit of powder on the cheeks and a little mascara on the lashes. (Although in this case ‘a little mascara’ might not be the description used by someone with a little more experience in applying the stuff.) Pleased with her face, but not her “look,” she rolls up the waistband of her uniform skirt until it’s much shorter than regulation, but shows her legs more flatteringly. She turns. Profiles. With a sigh, she realises that even thrusting out her chest doesn’t quite give her the look she knows will come one day.

“They’ll grow,” her mother had reassured her. “Yes, but when??” she wonders.

Again, with a sense of awe and excitement, Leda opens the doors to the French armoire where Claire’s “delicates,” are stored in lilac-fragranced compartments. She takes out a wisp of silk, nothing like the coarse panties that she’s forced to wear, and without hesitation, slips out of the offensive garment and dons the soft, tiny piece of cloth that just covers the hairs that have just recently sprouted. A matching bra beckons her, and she quickly whips off her blouse and clumsy camisole. The underwired, padded bra gives her the look she’s yearned for. Before pulling her blouse back on and buttoning it, she gazes into the mirror once more, feeling deliciously naughty. The cups of the bra just barely reach her rosy buds. With a bit more daring, she yanks off the thick black tights of the school uniform, and luxuriates in the caress of her mother’s silk stockings as she slides them on over her legs.

‘I’m 18 now, I’m grown up,’ she grumbles to herself. ‘Why can’t I wear grown up lingerie?’

Just as she’s about to try on a pair of her mother’s high heels, a loud ‘HONK’ breaks the spell. ‘Damn, Jenkins.’ With a resigned sigh, she dashes off to hurry downstairs before her driver decides to come to the door. If she’s late again, he WILL inform her parents, he’d warned.

This is how Leda went to school that day. Considering what she was meant to wear are you surprised that she longed to look a little prettier, a little sexier? Dare I say it, a little more experienced? But appearances can deceive. She was, by a strict definition at least, still a virgin.

He was, by no definition, a virgin. But this fact caused him no pleasure. His feelings about sex could probably only be described as twisted. tekirdağ escort It would take too long here to delve into his past, his youth, to discover the causes of this twisting. Suffice to say that he considered sexual urges sinful yet, with a not uncommon irony, they raged strongly in his blood. His ideas of women were ‘Old Testament’ to say the least. He viewed them as the cause of all sin, a source of temptation. They were to blame for the impulses he felt building inside him. If they didn’t dress ‘that way’, or look suggestively at him, or talk provocatively, then he would not be torn by these torments of passion. Every woman was, in his mind, a harlot and his life was a constant struggle to avoid the snares and lures of these emissaries of Satan.

If not Satan, then it must have been another deity with a devilish sense of humour who brought these two together. Let us see them now, in class. Events are coming to a head.

It’s all she can do to pay the slightest bit of attention in class. Unaccustomed to the fine undergarments, she finds herself constantly distracted by the silk’s soft caress. Her eyes fall upon Mr. Swanne. Tilting her head to one side, she imagines that he is handsome, in a strange sort of way. His ice blue eyes seem to pierce through her as he frowns in her direction. She smiles to herself.

“He’s frowning so none of the other students will know that he likes me,” she muses. Her fingers twirl a wayward strand of hair, and she runs it between her lips. Lips. Studying his lips, wondering what it would feel like to…

The subject of the lesson is immaterial. What is material is that Leda is not paying attention. Swanne is a good teacher. His bottled up emotions manifest themselves in an intensity of delivery that is usually gripping. But Leda is daydreaming. Swanne is all too aware that his student is not paying attention. He is all too aware of everything that Leda does, or doesn’t, do. Right now, as he strives to continue talking in a normal voice, he is aware of a number of things. For example, he knows that the girl’s blouse is not buttoned all the way to the neck. In fact is probably not buttoned half way up. From his raised dais at the front of the class it is all too easy to look into the shadowed crevice of her cleavage, revealed by this state of undress. He curses his overheated imagination for suggesting that her breasts look larger this day. How can that be?

The tugged down mess that is her tie seems to draw his eyes back to where they should not look. He can feel beads of sweat across his top lip, although the day is not warm. As Leda stares out the window her knees have fallen apart beneath her desk. Unconscious of how much of her inner thigh she is showing to her teacher she twirls a finger in a strand of hair. Swanne is also very conscious of Leda’s hair. Her wavy blonde tresses resist all attempts at control and restraint. Even today’s pig-tails make little difference. To the teacher this hair looks dishevelled by carnal activity, rather than, the true reason, lack of attention. Swanne also knows that the girl’s skirt is not the regulation length; nowhere near the regulation length. A hundred times he has pictured just how short is ‘too’ short. Sometimes, when his control slips, he imagines actually measuring the gap between knee and hem. Resting the cold brass tip of the tape measure against her knee and then running the tape up her downy thigh…up…up….

He stops striding across the front of the classroom, pausing in mid sentence, trying to regain his composure. He can feel one of his ‘migraines’ coming on. It is as a hot metal band is being tightened around his head.

The chalkboard duster he has been clutching whistles through the air and, barely missing Leda, bounces of the wall.

‘MISS LEDA!!!!’, he bellows, causing several of the girls to shriek in surprise and fright,

‘Can you tell me what I have been talking about for last 15 minutes?’

The scared girl stares back at him, wide eyed, stunned and silent.

‘None of your dumb insolence girl! Can you?’

The room stands still, the world stops spinning on its axis. Even the motes of chalk dust, illuminated in the slanting early afternoon sunshine, cease their movement.

Startled into reality, Leda struggles to snatch at words that her ears must have heard but that she somehow can’t seem to put together. She stares at him blankly.

‘No Sir.’

The answer is a whisper, but in that silence a pin drop would be akin to thunder. Leda sits, head downcast. Swanne studies the top her head, breathing deeply with the effort of bringing himself under control, his thoughts buzzing through his mind like deranged wasps.

‘In my office NOW Miss Leda. The rest of you, wait here until the bell rings and then you may go to lunch.’

He strides to the door and holds it open, waiting for Leda. Slowly she rises from her desk and makes her way out of the room, unable to meet tokat escort the glances of her classmates.

‘He wants to be alone with me!’ Her heart beats excitedly and her face burns hot. She wonders what he will do. Will he pretend to be so angry until the door is shut behind them? And then, will he suddenly smile at her? Will he touch her? Hold her in his arms? ‘Imagine Mr. Swanne and me! Me, on his arm on New Year’s Eve. Cooking for him and taking care of the house. And all those other things that mummy said only married people can do!!’

Outside in the corridor Swanne, unable to trust his voice, gestures for Leda to precede him to his office. Their path takes them upstairs and as they climb the teacher’s eyes are drawn to the girl’s legs. As his gaze moves up he notices again how short her skirt is. Almost without conscious thought he slows his pace to allow her to get further ahead on the stairs so ..that… he… can….. see……. her………STOCKINGS!!! Swanne sucks in his breath with lust at the glimpse of stocking tops. The sound causes Lead to look over her shoulder at her teacher. As she catches his amazed eyes she instantly realises what he has seen; this major, major infraction of the Uniform Code. She had forgotten about the ‘panty raid’ on her mother’s lingerie drawer that morning, until now. (Good thing he can’t see ‘those’ panties and bra she thinks to herself and shivers at the thought.) For a moment she holds Swanne’s gaze and experiences a tumult of emotions. Shame causes her to blush pink to the roots of her hair. But at the same time a strange excitement causes her knees to tremble and her nipples to harden.

For a second, she ponders the strange expression on his face. Then, slowly, she begins to think,

‘He wants me! He’s looking at me like Daddy looks at Mummy!’ With a bit more sauciness than she should have displayed, she takes the stairs jauntily, letting her tush swish, just a little, for Mr. Swanne. She can’t understand the sudden stiffness of her nipples; she certainly doesn’t feel cold!

She pauses at the entrance to his office, eyes downcast and still pink, till he catches her up. He is stunned to silence at the way she had just wriggled her ass at him on the stairs.

‘Like a common street walker’ he thinks to himself, ‘in stockings no less.’

He shakes his head in anger and amazement.

‘That one so young should be fallen so low in the ways of sin and temptation. Trying to lead astray God-fearing men by displaying her sinful body. She must be “saved from herself”, he thinks.

But his mind runs on. ‘Oh I’ll save her all right. In a way that will make that bottom a little more difficult to gyrate by the time I’ve done with the tart.’

As he opens the door all he can manage in the way of speech is to grunt, ‘In’ and she stumbles across the threshold. The noise of the heavy door slamming behind her resounds with finality.

As the door thuds closed, Leda’s mind stops wandering and she begins to tremble, finally having some sense of the enormity of what a ‘trip to the office,’ might mean.

Swanne strides across the room to the window and stares out onto the playing fields. An impromptu hockey game has started and 20 or so girls are squealing and laughing in their gym-slips. Yet no sound penetrates the double glazed windows. Swanne, as the only male teacher in the school, enjoys the luxury of an office to himself. The room had previously been a servant’s quarters and is tucked away under the roof of the main school building. It even affords the luxury of an en-suite bathroom, to save the school having to build additional toilets for just one man.

Swanne tries to compose his thoughts, but the recent vision of this little strumpet’s stocking clad upper thighs is imprinted on his mind, making concentration difficult. Eventually he finds his voice and starts talking, still looking out the window.

‘You are my worst student Miss Leda. You never pay attention in my classes. This would not be so disappointing if I did not believe that you possessed some modicum of intelligence. On top of this you continue to flout the school’s Uniform Code….in,…ah,…ahem,….a number of ways. I feel you need something to motivate you to concentrate, something to remind you that breaking the rules here is not acceptable. I have no alternative but to punish you. Corporal punishment is the only answer I believe.’

Finally he brings himself to look at her. ‘Do you understand?’

He watches her as the words sink in. He can see her fear, the unshed tears glistening in the corners of her eyes, and it makes him feel powerful.

Raising his voice he asks again, ‘DO YOU UNDERSTAND?’

The slight nod of her head dislodges a single tear to trickle down her cheek. This sight causes a feeling of tightness to spread across Swanne’s body. He actually stretches to relieve the tension he feels building within. That old, familiar tension.

Swanne’s words trabzon escort cut deeply. She hadn’t expected him to take this severe tone. She wonders how far he will take it before he starts showing her or telling her how he REALLY feels about her.

He moves close to the trembling girl and begins to circle her. Standing behind, out of sight he inhales deeply and catches a mixture of aromas. Soap and cheap perfume, shampoo and chewing gum. Cherry flavoured lip-gloss? To his senses the combination is very exciting. It smells like…innocence. Knowing that standing behind her makes the girl uncomfortable also excites him; so he stays where he is, revelling in her fear. The more scared and weak she becomes the stronger he feels.

Leda can feel his presence behind her, before her, beside her. The feather light graze of his breath on her exposed neck makes inexplicable goose bumps cascade across her shoulders and arms. She suddenly feels very small.

Swanne leans forward till his mouth is beside her ear. ‘I saw what you are wearing, as we climbed the stairs. The Code says that you must wear tights at all times. So why are you wearing the apparel of a prostitute?’

Leda is too scared to answer. ‘Are you a prostitute Leda?’

The girl flinches as this question hisses into her ear.

‘Nn…n…ooo Sir.’ She finally manages to answer.

The teacher moves in front of her, still very close. He takes Leda’s quivering chin in his hand and raises her face so that she must meet his gaze. Studying her from a foot away he drawls,

‘Lipstick……….. mascara… …rouge. You wear make-up like a whore as well.’

He roughly runs his thumb across her full lips, smearing the girl’s lipstick across her cheek, bruising lips against teeth. This minor abuse, this first contact, makes Leda tremble with emotions that she is unable to recognise.

She is stunned, unable to comprehend what is happening to her. It wasn’t like she thought it would be, but, he did touch her lips. It was the first time that a man had touched her lips. Relatives don’t count. She moves her legs slightly, trying to loosen the wet silk from between her legs. Wet. How did that happen she wonders? Worried that in her fear, she might have…”leaked.”

The exaggerated slowness of Swanne’s speech does nothing to mask the pressure building within his body.

‘You look like a whore Leda.’

She shakes her head.

‘Is that what you would like to be Leda? A street walker?’ Head shake. ‘Would you like me to treat you like a whore Leda?’

Voice growing louder and rising in pitch.

‘IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?’

The schoolgirl is too scared to cry and merely shakes her head, trying to articulate the huge ‘No’ that is stuck in her throat.

Leda’s eyes grow as big as saucers. He said the ‘H’ word! He called HER the “H” word! Leda may be unsure of the meaning of the word (or it’s spelling), but she has a pretty good idea. She struggles to take it all in.

‘Is this what a whore feels like?’ she wonders. ‘Am I?? Am I a whore?’

The question is too big for her. This isn’t what she expected at all. A flurry of thoughts flies through her head as she recalls…impure thoughts, mostly about Mr. Swanne. Her tongue seems to have been suddenly fastened to the roof of her mouth.

Swanne turns away, satisfied. His enjoyment of this control over his pupil manifests itself in an erection that strains against his trousers and a continuing desire to stretch away his tension

By now it is already too late to change the course of events. Swanne has stepped onto a path that permits no turning back. Were we able to stop him now, to question him, he would deny that what happened was pre-planned. He would believe his own words. Despite this belief, his fate, and that of Leda, have already been decided.

Swanne takes up a four-foot length of bamboo from his desk and bends it theatrically. Leda is unable to tear her eyes from this terrifying sight. It makes her feel very ‘strange’. Feeling ‘strange’ is how Leda thinks of the new sensations that have been assaulting her adolescent body. In her bed at home after her mother has switched off her light, she has been having trouble sleeping because of these ‘strange’ feelings. She has found, upon waking from troubling dreams, a dampness in and around her private parts. But she has been listening to the older girls whispering and has an idea what causes this ‘strangeness’. Hearing more gossip, and aided by some surreptitious experimentation in the bath, she has taught herself how to relieve these strange feelings. But now she is feeling VERY ‘strange’, all sort of ‘tingly’.

Her eyes are riveted to the bamboo rod. Swallowing dryly, the strange mix of feelings make her feel like a deer caught in the headlights. A part of her wants to run and keep running to the safety of her room. But another part of her needs to stay and discover what causes these strange new feelings. This part wants to surrender responsibility and complete the journey that has begun, having no more say in the final destination than a leaf in a stream.

Swanne swishes the cane backwards and forwards in the air as Leda watches, fascinated.

‘I think the cane might be a little severe under these circumstances.’ He says before placing the device, reluctantly, back on the desk.

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Note from the Author:

This is a story about ABDL. The first word being Adult. All sexual encounters center around Adults, above the age of 18. This story also contains BDSM, plushophilia, watersports, and various other fetishes. For those that are grammar freaks, please don’t comment on my improper grammar use. I could care less. I do my best with spell and grammar check. I do ask for all to comment on their thoughts of the story, but don’t down any fetish or other things you may not like to do or not do. Please enjoy.

Prolog:

Isabella recently discovered that she is an Adult Toddler, and is finding her path in this new life changing journey. Her best friend and fuck buddy Hazel, a transgender, is helping her to find the path. The best way to introduce Isabella into this new life was for Hazel to introduce Isabella to her life long friend Jade. Their relationship continues to grow quickly, as well as Isabella’s acceptance of her new life and sexual fetishes.

Story:

Before leaving Walmart, Isabella slipped into the bathroom and changed out the pink bra she had been wearing, for the white nursing bra. Isabella took a few minutes to learn how to quickly unfasten the nursing flap of the bra.

By the time both were on the bike, with Jade in front, Isabella was able to unfasten them through her dress, and left them that way, as she begun her first nursing session.

As she had one arm wrapped around Jade’s wait, the other hand was pinching and pulling on her nipple, while using her other three fingers to massage her breast.

Thirty minutes later, they pulled up to a very well off gated community. Along the entrance road were several English Cottage styled homes. Varying from one to two stories, and different sizes.

Jade pulled into the first one by the exit gate. Which was a beautiful two story cottage. The double entrance doors were made of a deep dark cherry wood. Jade parked the motorcycle in the circle driveway.

Isabella’s breath was taken away from her as they walked in. All the wood, including the floors, was the same deep dark cherry. The upstairs was a loft area, and fenced off by a black wrought iron railing, with a wood banister. Which continued all the way down the stairs.

The place was an open air design. With a kitchen off to the left, that even a chef would be jealous of. It was old world styled, where even the commercial size double door refrigerator looked as it it had been made back in early eighteen hundreds.

There was a massive dark gray stone fireplace to the immediate left of the foyer. With an old Victorian couch, that actually looked like a person could easily fall asleep on it.

The fabric was black and blood red stripped. A large foot stool laid in front of it. Two Victorian chairs flanked each side of the couch, and all having the same material and cushion as the couch.

A seventy two inch LED tv was mounted just above the mantle.

To the right was a wall, which had a red wine faux finish, as all the walls did. Two large wooden doors were between the foyer and stair case.

Behind the living room was a massive dark cherry wood table, with ten matching chairs, and a black wrought iron chandelier was seven feet above it.

A low soft light shown below the entire length of the plant ledges. Which wrapped around the entire house, just below the second floor level.

A wooden door was next to the dining area, which lead to the massive laundry room, and then on to the rear garage.

A sliding glass door was next to the kitchen, leading into the backyard from what Isabella could tell.

“Grab your backpack and bra’s, and come see the loft area,” Jade said excitedly.

Isabella followed Jade up the stairs to the loft area. A massive four poster hand carved bed stood in the middle. A small table and two chairs made up the sitting area next to a built in bookshelf.

Gothic plushies of all shapes and sizes were all over the bed, in the chairs, and filled the bookcase.

To the right of the loft was two large wooden arched that lead into the massive closet. One side had several dresses of various styles and lengths. Along with various clothes she had never seen before, and some night gowns. Under which were several different pairs of shoes and gothic boots. It started by the left arc, and wrapped around to the middle, which was where a huge built in makeup table was at. Then the clothes rack continued to the other side of the arch.

The next clothing area had blouses, camisoles, and shirts. The bottom was filled with various skirts and pants.

Isabella had never seen so many clothes in a closet before. Jade could open up her own gothic clothing store.

Between the two arches was a body length mirror, flanked on both sides by chest of drawers, each with four drawers.

“Let’s get comfortable,” Jade said, already helping Isabella out of her dress.

Jade used the moment to sneak in a long passionate kiss, as she helped kırklareli escort Isabella remove her clothing.

Jade removed the skirt and blouse she had borrowed from Isabella, and hung all of it up in the front part of the closet. Both girls were now wearing only diapers, nursing bras, and heels.

“Let me show you the bathroom now.”

On the other side of the loft was another large wooden curved arch that led into the Master Bath.

Isabella could fit her apartment in it.

On the right side of the arch was a tall linen closet, with a dirty clothes hamper. Against the right wall was a child’s potty chair, which was actually hooked up to plumbing, and a bidae. Then a luxurious four person Jacuzzi corner tub took up half of the right and back walls.

A towel warmer was between the tub and huge walk in shower that had a bech in the back. The shower controls were above the towel warmer.

On the left wall as a large two basin sink, with the bowls on top of the dark brown granite counter top, and faucets that came out of the mirror.

Finally a changing table large enough to hold an adult was last. With four drawers on the side, and a shelf with a baby powder container and lotion on it. It even had a few small sized teddy bears on it.

All of the bathroom marble was dark red with swirls of black mixed in. The floor was wooden as well.

“This is just simply breathe taking beautiful,” Isabella said, full of amazement.

“Want me to blow you mind, and possibly you cunny.”

“Go for it.”

Jade led Isabella back down stairs. The door closest to the front door was a normal office, with a top of the line incline treadmill Isabella herself almost bought from a late night paid program.

It was decked out with a bad ass sound system, and a large LCD monitor that allowed you to jog along the Cancuun beaches, or hike up mountain trails. The treadmill automaticly raised, lowered, and controlled the speed.

They walked through the large shared bathroom, which had a tub/shower combo, a sink by each door, a toilet and bidae in between the middle of the sinks. Linen cabinets were above both the toliet and bidae.

“If you ever want to use a icky toliet, here is the only one. Good girls use a potty chair,” Jade said with a knowing smile.

Isabella actually creamed when she walked into the next room, not a lot, but she still creamed.

It was a little girl’s dream come true. It had built in book cases that went from the main door all the way to the back wall, they were filled with all sorts of toys, barbies, dolls, plushies, board and card games, children’s books, lots of coloring books, with crayons, a crayon maker, scented markers, and colored pencils.

Mounted on the back wall was a dry erase board and a chalk board. Between the two large windows was a doll sized English Castle, filled with Barbies and Barbie accessories.

Large black nets hung from each corner of the room filled to the brim with stuffed animals.

In the middle of the room was a Nightmare Before Christmas child’s table with four chairs. Three of which had a lamb, a brown teddy bear, and a stuffed Godzilla.

“I wonder how much use Godzilla has gotten,” Isabella teased.

“Oh quite a bit. I have another one on the back porch that I was entertaining yesterday,” Jade said with a smile.

“One more thing I want to show you. Then we can play.”

Isabella was led to a door under the stairs. She almost creamed herself again when Jade opened the door.

It housed a black floor to ceiling enclosed server rack. Complete with several patch panels for network, coax, HDMI, and telephone cables. Underneath sat a cable box, a voice over ip modem, a Playstaion 3, and Xbox 360, and two twenty four port power over ethernet gigabyte Cisco switches.

On the bottom was a corporate class server with twenty two terabyte hard drives. It even had a dual blu-ray rewrite drives.

“How much was the setup?”

“Oh I just had to pay for parts and materials. I conned Hazel into doing the cabling with me, while I did the rest by myself. Including the media server.”

“So if my mom would have asked questions?”

“Oh I could have answered them. Listen to this. Hello Shelly.”

“Hello Jade. How are you today,” a sensual feminine voice said from no where.

“I am doing well, and you?”

“Everything checks out above standards. The air is at 72 degrees. May I assist you?”

“Yes dark slow playlist at a low volume.”

“Your wish is always my need, my love.”

Music began playing just in the server room.

“She follows you around the house with infared sensors, but they are set not to detect small animals. I can even use my phone to issue commands remotely.”

“Ok, I am in love with a machine,” Isabella admitted with a look of admiration, as she gazed at the server.

“Sorry but I am a one cunt Lady,” Shelly replied.

“Sorry, but Hazel had a little fun with her.” afyon escort

“Oh I can Imagine the fun.”

“Listen to this. Wiggle Shelly,” Jade said smirking.

Moans and gasps began filling the room.

“Wiggle?”

“My mom caught me humping in the living room once, and told me to wiggle in my room.”

Finally Shelly moaned out, “Oh fuck yeah, Jade. I love that little japanese cunt of yours.”

“Hazel’s little tweak.”

“I figured.”

“Shelly I have a friend with me. Her name is Isabella.”

“Welcome Isabella,” said in a warm and pleased tone.

“Nice to meet you Shelly,” Isabella replied.

“You as well.”

“Now Shelly will recognize your voice in the future. You just tell her what music or movie you want, and she will do the rest.”

“Including wiggling for me,” Isabella said laughing.

Shelly began her moans once again, and both girls laughed.

“You need a smoke,” Jade asked.

“Oh yeah. I did cream in the play room.”

“I know.”

Jade grabbed two bud lights from the refrigerator, and showed Isabella to the covered and screened in porch.

There was a outside couch, with two chairs, and an astray sat on the glass coffee table.

At one end was a in ground hot tub, and the other had a stone walkway from the fence, with several small lavender thorn-less rose bushes along the way, and pathway lights.

Jade lit both of them a cigarette from a pack she had gotten at Walmart.

Isabella grabbed the Godzilla, pulled out the stuffed worm from her diaper, put the back of Godzilla against the crotch of her plastic panties, and slowly began humping.

Isabella also opened the flaps of her new black nursing bra, and began pinching and pulling her nipples with her free hand.

“This is nice,” Isabella commented.

“The house or Godzilla.”

“Both. But I really do love the house. I would never leave it.”

“I felt the same for a while to, but I designed it to be a social house, filled with people. But only my parents and Hazel ever came over, and I got too lonely staying here. That’s why I went to Europe for so long.”

“I can understand. I would have too.”

“Your really the first guest I have had here.”

“Guest. Is that what I am,” Isabella teased.

“You are much more. Here let me help you with that lonely nipple.”

Jade began pulling and pinching on the nipple Isabella wasn’t playing with.

“Would you like me to bare hump this Godzilla, while you watch,” Isabella suggested, with a large knowing grin.

“Oh yeah,” was all Jade could get out.

Isabella stood, pulled off her pee and cunt juice filled diaper, knelled back on the couch, and began humping slowly against the backside of the plush Godzilla.

Jade sat next to her, with one leg on the couch, and one on the bronze stained concrete, using the edge of the couch to hump, and resumed playing with Isabella’s left nipple and breast.

Isabella reached down with her free hand, splitting apart her pussy lips around Godzilla’s back, starting to hump just a little faster.

The soft gothic instrumental music was playing low in the background, while Jade watched the girl she was starting to have deep feelings for hump.

Crinkling from Jade’s diaper could be heard, while Isabella watched Jade humping, transfixed on her crotch, hungering for what it contained. She herself felt feelings of affection and caring develop, for the lonely japanese girl that had shown her how much could be truly enjoyed as an ABDL.

Isabella wanted Jade to see how much she could cream, and began grinding down on the stuffed Godzilla, it also helped that the plush back spikes were sending signals of immence pleasure through out her body, whenever her swollen clit hit one.

Jade traded her hand for her mouth, and made sure she could gaze down upon Isabella’s cunt, while she sucked, nibbled, and tugged on Isabella’s hardened brown nipple.

Isabella leaned her head back, and allowed the sensations of pleasure to overtake her body and down into her soul. With loud moans telling Jade how much she was enjoying this.

Jade could not help but to replace her mouth with her hand on Isabella’s nipple, and began passionately kissing Isabella’s already partly opened plump lips.

Isabella was close to orgasming, and ground against the plushie for all it was worth.

“Watch,” was all Isabella could say, just as the endorphin filled orgasm began spreading through her body.

Jade did watch, as the heavy flow and occasional squirt of Isabella’s thick creamy juices came from Isabella’s pussy. Jade was mesmerized.

After a few deep breathes, Isabella regained motor control over her body, and wiped her cunt dry with the entire plushie.

“Your turn,” Isabella said smiling, and handed the Godzilla over to Jade.

Jade slipped out of her piss filled diaper, and knelled back on the couch, putting the partly soaked Godzilla against her amasya escort bare shaven pussy.

“He feels so good now,” Jade commented, and smiled.

Jade began grinding faster against the back of the stuffie, when Isabella unfastened one of her nursing flaps, and began sucking out the containts of her breast, massaging the luxuriously soft flesh between her fingers.

“Oh god, I’m not going to last as long,” Jade moaned out.

Isabella had just enough time to look down on Jade’s cunt before globs of clear golden sticky secretions began pouring out.

“Oh no,” Jade said franticly.

Isabella watched with delight, as Jade began releasing her liquid gold all over Godzilla.

“Here let me clean you,” Isabella said, grabbing the Godzilla, placing it on the ground, and began licking Jade’s dripping wet cunt, while starting to hump the cunt juice and pee soaked stuffie against her bare pussy.

Jade sat back on the couch, scooted her pussy closer to Isabella’s face, and wrapped her legs around Isabella’s back.

Jade loved Isabella’s talented mouth. No girl had ever matched the pleasure she could provide, until Isabella ate her out the night before, and she loved it.

Licking Jade from asshole to clit, Isabella realized how hungry she had been for just the simple taste of Jade’s wondrous cunt. For her it was one of the best she had ever tasted, musky with sex and hints of sweetness.

Isabella began grinding down hard on Godzilla, as she breached the inside of Jade’s vaginal opening with her tongue, enjoying all of the new and old tastes it provided. Isabella could tell Jade even douched. Girls can always tell.

Jade moaned loudly, as Isabella’s tongue fucked her cunny faster and faster. It didn’t go down very deep, but it filled her up. She couldn’t help herself, when she grabbed both of Isabella’s pigtails, and made Isabella ram her cunt with her tongue.

Isabella only ground down into the plushie faster, as Jade pulled back and fourth on her pigtails.

Jade’s inner thighs clamped down on Isabella’s head, as the massive orgasm raged through out her entire being.

Isabella watched as the clear sticky honey gushed and squirted from Jade’s cunt, licking up every drop that came out.

Only seconds passed before Isabella’s creamy secretions only soaked Godzilla more.

Isabella put her old diaper back on Jade, and put Jade’s used diaper on herself, then sat back on the couch, cuddling up to Jade.

Jade lit both of them another cigarette.

“That is the third first for me, with you,” Jade stated.

“What were the first two,” Isabella said teasingly.

“The first is having a lady lick me to orgasm with a magical tongue, and the second was you fucking me with your own cunt. Most girls just have a few licks, then half way through they finger bang me. I am the one that usually ends up pleasuring their cunt with my mouth.”

“Because of you make lemonade and bake brownies?”

“Yeap.”

“That is horrible. I really like your golden juice. So I will lap it up everytime,” Isabella admitted.

“Have you enjoyed them before?”

“My own pee once, never a brownie. But I was always to scared to ask. Luckily I need never ask with you,” Isabella admitted grinning.

“Where did you learn to fuck like that?”

“I was working a contract job in Orlando, and there was a Subway sandwich shop next to the place I was working. The Manager was one hundred percent Dyke. But she was a shy one. So one day I fixed myself up as sexy as I could, and walked in swaying my hips. She finally mentioned how beautiful I looked, and I whispered that I look better naked. She fucked me hard that night, and I even got rug burns from it. She also tongue fucked me the next night. So I learned how to enjoy a lady from her.”

“How awesome. I have also always wanted to go to Orlando. I have always wanted to see the Harry Potter area.”

“They built that after I was there. But I never went, I really didn’t have much time for play.”

“Because you were fucking with all of your free time,” Jade teased.

“True,” Isabella said smiling.

“If I don’t milk at least three times a day I start leaking,” Jade admitted to Isabella, with a smile on her face.

“Well since I will be helping out a friend,” Isabella teased, while unfastening one of Jade’s nursing flaps.

As the soft full and firm breast fell out, Isabella found dribbles of milk flowing down from the hard swollen nipples, and knew she was converted to breast milk.

Not wanting to waste any, Isabella closed her lips around the nipple, and began suckling it for milk, as she gently squeezed the soft large mass of flesh between her fingers.

Jade could feel the pleasure Isabella was getting from enjoying her breast milk.

Jade unfastened her other nursing flap, allowed the breast to fall free, and manipulated the nipple into her own mouth, sucking the milk fresh from it.

Isabella couldn’t help but to watch in amazement, as Jade sucked her own nipple. She hoped hers would get as large as Jade’s so she could do the same.

Both girls had resorted to grinding, as they continued the quest for milk. Allowing the moment to be enjoyed by both.

After a few orgasms, and both breast had been thoroughly sucked for milk, Jade fastened them back into the nursing bra, with help from Isabella.

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Kara had been spending the Christmas holiday in the north Georgia mountains since she was a child. She usually brought her boyfriend, but they had parted ways about six months prior. In her loneliness from the breakup, Kara went online and met Sam.

Sam was a businessman from Texas, as well as a Dom. They had been chatting online for months, and now they decided to meet in real life, at Kara’s cabin.

Kara was super nervous. Prior to meeting Sam online in a sex chat, Kara had never explored her submissive side. In fact, Sam had opened up a new world to her, and taking things to the next level both scared her and made her pussy damp.

Kara was a beautiful young woman. She had just turned 26 and she had long, slender legs and a nice plump ass. Her long dark hair fell down her back and she had a cute face with large green eyes and little ears that stuck out a bit, almost like an elf.

She was curvy, with curves in just the right places. Her 36C tits had quarter-sized pink nipples and down below, her pussy was freshly waxed, per Sam’s request.

Kara busied herself preparing for Sam’s arrival by putting a log on the fire and downing a glass of spiked eggnog to calm her nerves. Then, she began dressing, putting on the outfit Sam had bought for her online.

The panties were red lace, and they were completely see through. The dress was a black party dress with a low cut v in the front, thus permitting her from wearing a bra. The dress also dipped in the back, revealing most of her back and then just covering her ass.

Sam also sent her some lube and some ben wa balls. He told her in his email to lube her pussy, put the balls inside, and then pull on her lace panties.

Kara blushed as she lubed her hole and then slipped the balls inside. These balls had little chimes in them, which she could hear when she pulled up her panties. She would be jingling like a jingle bell every time she moved!

Then, she pulled her party dress on. Looking in the mirror, she knew the outfit left nothing to the imagination. You could see her nipples through the thin fabric as well as the outline of her panties.

The dress was also extremely short, riding up as she walked so that she had to constantly pull it down to preserve her modesty. For the final touch, she slipped on her black, knee-high boots. Kara gazed at her mirrored reflection and realized that she looked like a hooker!

She felt a bit panicky, but then relaxed because she would be at home with Sam, and no one else would see her like this.

Suddenly, Kara heard the lock turn. He was early! The first words she heard heard were, “Come present yourself, my slut.” With a pounding heart, Kara went to the door and saw him there.

At six foot four, he towered over her five foot five frame. He was so muscular and handsome in person, he took her breath away.

“You look fantastic, little slut,” said her master. “Much too nice muğla escort to stay in! Grab your coat, let’s go out,” Sam said.

“But, master,” began Kara. Sir cut her off with a slap to her face. She yelped in shock.

He took her face in his hands and said, “Did we not agree you would fully submit this week? If you don’t obey, I will leave right now. If I stay, you have already earned a punishment!”

Although Kara was shocked, all she stammered was, “I want to please you, I’ll get my coat.” Kara quickly grabbed her long white coast and tied it at the waist. Well, at least I can wear this to cover myself while we’re out, she thought.

A light dust of snow began falling as she followed her master to the car. He opened the door for her, and her ben wa balls jingled as she sat down. “I hear your balls in your slut hole-good slut,” master said with a wink.

They made small talk as they drove down the mountain. Kara asked where they were going and he said, “A surprise outing for the Christmas slut. I want to show you off, not keep you cooped up all week in the cabin.”

They came to a stop in front of a dark, dingy mountain bar, nothing more than a hole in the wall. When they walked in, the bar was fairly empty, except for the bartender and two men shooting pool.

They all stared at one another, with the mountain crowd clearly recognizing that Kara and Sam were from out of town. All eyes were on Kara as Sam guided her to the bar.

Sam ordered two beers and two vodka shots and Kara began to sit down. Just as she did, Sam grabbed Kara’s wrist and said, “Take your coat off and relax. It’s too hot in here to wear that.”

Knowing she had no choice, and wanting to please master, she slowly removed her coat while looking down at her feet, hoping the other patrons would not notice her attire. She eased herself onto the bar stool and crossed her legs.

“Have I taught you nothing, Slut Kara,” questioned Sam. “Open your legs when you sit. I want you showing off your red holiday panties! Actually, I want you to turn on your stool and face the men playing pool, and open your legs so they can see your panties. I want you to spread your legs wide for them. This is your punishment for not wanting to go out,” Sam said with an evil grin.

Kara quickly downed her shot, figuring she could use some more liquid courage. She turned on her stool, leaned her body back on the bar for balance and angled her frame towards the pool players. Slowly, she spread her legs wide. She felt a blush creep over her entire body and felt so ashamed.

In moments, the men shooting pool were looking at her and Sam happily waved them over. The bar tender sauntered over too, interested in this slut who was becoming a spectacle in a small town bar on a slow night.

“What do we got here,” asked the first man. He was a stocky guy, with a think southern accent. ordu escort He had a rebel flag tattoo on his bicep and a ball cap pulled low on his head. He looked at Sam for an answer, just as his redneck friend said, “Wow, you can see her pussy right through her panties!”

“Gentlemen, this is my online slut, Kara,” explained Sam. “She is here to entertain you this evening. She loves public humiliation by strangers and will do whatever you say. My only rule is, you can’t fuck her.”

Kara kept her legs spread and looked down, head hung in shame. Tears started to fall down her eyes. She had discussed with Sam that public humiliation by strangers was a turn on, but had never thought she would actually be in the situation.

“Come on Kara, don’t cry. Make these men happy. Stand up and give them a nice Christmas show,” said Master Sam.

Kara stood up slowly, wiped her tears and held her head back. She decided to try to preserve what little dignity she had left. However, her ben wa balls started to jingle when she stood up, causing her to flush again in shame. “What was that,” asked the stocky man.

“She is wearing pleasure balls in her pussy that have bells inside. When she walks, they stimulate her pussy and jingle,” Sam told the patrons. “I’ve never heard of that,” chimed in the bartender. “Have her walk around some and make those balls jingle for us,” he said.

“You heard him, Kara,” Sam said. Suddenly, he gave her ass a hard smack, which made the balls jingle inside her and all the men laugh. “Walk around and jingle your bells!”

Kara started to walk around the bar, shaking her ass to make the bells ring. The men whooped at her, and then the stocky one complained he couldn’t hear enough jingling.

“Get over here, Kara,” master yelled. “You need to please these strangers like you please me. They can’t hear the Christmas jingle in your pussy loud enough. I want you to do 100 jumping jacks for them so they can hear your holiday bells. In fact, I want them to also see your jiggling tits, so push your dress down and let your jugs out before you start jumping.”

Resided to her fate of pleasing these burly mountain men, Kara pulled the top of her dress down and her shapely tits were out on display. To her embarrassment, her nipples stood out hard, revealing to the men that she was turned on.

They all laughed and made comments about her hard nipples. “Gentlemen, Kara is being such a good slut, that I want to give her a present now, before she makes her balls jingle.”

Master Sam pulled some nipple clamps out of the breast of his jacket, but they weren’t just any clamps-they were holiday clamps. The “chain” attaching the two clamps was actually white Christmas garland with little tiny jingle bells attached. “Would you boys like to put these on her,” Sam asked the mountain men.

The men didn’t hesitate to grab the clamps, laughing osmaniye escort as each one clamped a nipple. The clamps hurt, and Kara bit down on her lip to stifle the pain.

She could see herself in the bar mirror and realized what she was: A decorated slut for the holidays. She looked ridiculous with her nipple garland and the men continued to laugh.

“OK, Kara, jump for us-and count your jumping jacks, we’re ready to hear you jingle all the way,” crowed Sam.

Kara decided to quickly do the jumping jacks. She counted aloud and her nipple clamped tits bounced up and down, and you could hear the bells sing from her tits and pussy.

When she finished, she was flushed and the men were all stroking their cocks in their jeans. She was hoping they were done and could go home to the safety of the cabin, but she was not that lucky.

“Good job, Jingle Tits,” said the bartender. “Now you got all of us hard!”

“Kara, you need to make all these cocks go down. Shame on you for getting all these strangers hard,” chided Sam. “Get your dress off, and go lay on your back on the pool table,” he told the slut. “Oh, and may as well take your panties off too, after all they are see-though”

The men watched as Kara pulled her dress off and then the little lace panties. She climbed onto the pool table and laid down. Since all modesty was lost, she went ahead and spread her legs, knowing master would make her do it anyway. The four men surrounded her on the table, their bulges evident. Kara’s waxed pussy looked delicious and she was glistening in pussy juice down below.

As if in a trance, the men all removed their cocks from their pants. Master Sam brought over a pool cue and handed it to Kara.

“We are going to whack off while you masturbate with this,” Sam said. Be sure to jingle all your bells for us, slave.” Kara couldn’t believe she was going to have to use a pool cue in her pussy while these men jacked off! “Hurry up and get it in,” Sam ordered.

Kara placed the cue between her legs, ready for insertion. Then, Sam said, “Don’t be a stupid slut, I want you humping the big end of the stick!”

Kara turned the cue around, knowing she was about to stretch and punish her hole for the enjoyment of strangers.

She inserted the bulbous end of the pool stick in her wet pussy and started humping. The men all started whacking their cocks, faster and faster while she humped the pool stick, making her titty and pussy bells jingle for all to hear!

When they came, the men drenched her with cum. Master Sam squirted her face, the bartender and stocky guy covered her tits and the other redneck spewed all over her cunt.

Kara came all over the pool stick, humping like a jingle bell whore. As she came, the men laughed, calling her a slut and chiding her for cumming on a pool stick.

The bartender gave them all rags to clean up. Kara wiped her sweaty, cum drenched body, and then slid on her panties, followed by her party dress and winter coat. Master told her to keep her holiday tit clamps on.

Master Sam threw a $20 on the bar but the bartender insisted it was on the house and told him to bring Kara back anytime.

They exited the bar into the snowy night, Kara’s pussy and tits still jingling.

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Chapter1

He had been watching her move through the lessons of the Academy, a school of submission. She moved with a quiet grace, a sparkle of joy in her eye as she performed her tasks. While watching her, He was reminded of the fawn that she had been named for during early training. Often near the top of her class, she was still unsure of herself but persevered with her duties. She has large mocha colored eyes with a hint of gold and her hair was a short red bob. He preferred her original caramel color, but that was easily fixed. Today was graduation day, and the newly trained submissives would be up for auction. He would make sure that at end of day, she would be His.

He was Lord Thomas, an old friend of HeadMaster Jonathan and the Academy. He often visited Jonathan in the evenings and that was when He first saw her. A small little sub chained in the hall. Thomas asked Jonathan about her and found out that although she had been the first to kneel, she had shown poorly during the first quiz. She intrigued him from the very first. He watched her get her hair changed to red and go through first part of the term with ups and downs. She was a clumsy little thing that always approached life with a sunny attitude.

He tried to stay away, but was always drawn back. Thomas often helped the Academy with training exercises. The mid term dinner party would be the first time that He could watch her openly. It was arranged with Jonathan that she would act as His submissive for the day. Filled with excitement, He arrived the night before. And although Thomas didn’t see her, she had left a selection of new mystery novels on the night table.

The next morning, He awoke to the smell of coffee and a light floral scent. Without opening His eyes, He recognized fawn’s scent and smiled. She brought Him his robe then opened the curtains by the table. While Thomas enjoyed the coffee, she started the shower and put a towel on the warming rack. He nodded and dismissed her to begin her day.

When He next saw fawn, she was exercising and moving forward in her day. During bathing time, Thomas’ breath froze. She was exquisite, tiny and lithe and playful. Her laugh was like crystals bells ringing in the glen. He shook His head trying to break the spell, but He was captivated. Fawn dressed in her green tunic with gold cord which gave her skin a beautiful glow. The morning progressed to lesson time, bartending. The students were leaning how to prepare and identify different drinks. Fawn and some of the others became tipsy, ending the lesson early, sending them off to lunch. Them after lunch, there was a curtsying contest in which fawn did well but came in second when her ass was caressed. She let out a little squeak as she jumped, loosing but with a twinkle in her eye. Thomas couldn’t hold back a laugh at her antics.

That night was the dinner party. She looked neat and tidy, like a little maid doll. She helped serve the soup and then prepared the Caesar salad tableside. When she returned the cart to the kitchen, a crash was heard. Thomas couldn’t help but smile thinking of what mischief she was up to. Afterwards they retired to the Master’s study. She fixed Him a drink and a small plate of snacks and did very well at the nightly quiz. Each student got a new name. Hers would now be may.

Over the next few months, He continued watching her grow and mature into a talented, obedient submissive. She acquitted herself well in all areas, tempering her sunny personality but not losing it. Fawn’s clumsiness continued to plague her but it was a part of her charms as far as He was concerned.

Finally graduation day arrived. Thomas watched her throughout the morning as she mingled with the guests as she served food and drinks. Her singing and playing were angelic and she was attentive and witty during lunch. Then when it was announced that she was tagged as the head of the class, Thomas was bursting with pride. Now was the event that Thomas had been waiting for months for; the auction. Each student would be auctioned to the highest bidder and that person would be their new Dom. He watched being led to the stage and disrobed. Through persistence, Thomas won her with a $50,000 bid. She was leashed and lead to Him. He smiled down at her and brought her to her friends and teachers to say goodbye. Then Thomas put her in the car and took her home.

Chapter 2

On the way, Thomas explained his rules. He was supreme and must be considered at all times. One must behave and be deferential at all times. Each sub had her duties and would perform them to the best of her abilities and in a timely manner. They would use the “stoplight system” of safewords. He went on to explain that she would be one of three subs. First sub was jerica, who wore red. She was the house manager and kept the accounts, ran the household, cooked and was His voice in all things. Second sub was katy, who wore blue. She was His body servant and was in charge of His clothing, bathing, schedule; a combination of valet and personal assistant.

Glancing at her in the rear view mirror, He explained that she would be returning to the name of fawn, would wear green and have her hair returned to her original caramel color. Going on, bayburt escort He said that she would be third sub, the maid. She was in charge of keeping the house and kitchen clean and was to assist the other 2 when needed. All three could and would be called upon to visit in His chambers at His discretion.

Arriving home, Thomas pulled into the circle drive, stopped by the front door, getting out of the car and letting her out of the back seat by offering her His had. Instructing her to put the car into the garage, and then join Him in the foyer, Thomas was pleased to hear and then see jerica and katy scurry from other parts of the house and sink to their knees in front of Him with greetings and smiles. They waited patiently until fawn arrived and moved to her knees beside Him. After giving fawn into jerica’s care, Thomas retired to His study and flipped on the computer. Having installed small camera’s throughout the house when it was built allowed him to monitor everyone without actually being there. After all, subs needed to be watched out for.

Pouring Himself a brandy, He sat back and watched jerica showing fawn to her small, utilitarian room decorated in browns and creams, give a variety of green uniforms, tunics and other clothing and hand her a daily schedule. Upon being left alone, fawn explored the room and adjoining small bath, put away her clothing and sat down to read the paper in her hand. He knew what she saw, as He had written the schedule Himself.

1.wake at 4 am and start the coffee pot

2.bathe, dress, and serve coffee to jerica and katy

3.by 5 am, clean servant rooms, then go to kitchen, eat and start washing pots and pans

4.clean Thomas rooms while He eats breakfast

5.clean kitchen, dining room, bathrooms before noon

6.return and eat a quick meal then clean kitchen and dishes again

7.clean living room, study and the rest of the house by 5 pm

8.return to kitchen for quick meal…clean kitchen/dishes

9.bathe, change into your formal tunic and report to The Study by 6:30 pm

10.you will be dismissed at Thomas command when the day is done

Jerica and katy arrived, knocked and when invited in, kneeled on pillows placed on the floor for their use. Thomas rang the house bell knowing that fawn wouldn’t know what it meant but wanting to see how she would react. Watching her jump at the sound, glance at the clock and run to the closet, pulling out a formal tunic, He smiled knowing what was to come. He shifted restlessly as He watched her dress and bolt out the door. Fawn arrived breathlessly and kneeled on the last available pillow.

“fawn, come here.” Thomas said in a stern voice. “What time is it?”. Glancing at the clock, she replied, “6:42, Sir”. “What time are you supposed to be here, girl?” “6:30” “First, you neglected to read your instructions in a timely manner so that you would arrive on time for The Study. Secondly, you showed up with the dirt of the day still on your body, fouling your tunic and disrespecting your Master. As this is your first day, I will cut your punishment in half. You will receive 5 swats each for being late, dirty and fouling your tunic and 10 swats for disrespecting your Master. Jerica, get the paddle.” Thomas watched fawn’s eyes widen as jerica did as she was told, not seeing the smirk on jerica’s face as she did so. He held out His hand as He motioned fawn to stand, then pulled her across His lap, raised her tunic, exposing her bare bottom, and proceeded to swat her 25 times. He smiled in pleasure at the sight of her reddening flesh and the sound of her whimpers. Bidding her to get off His lap and go back to her pillow and returning the paddle to jerica, He went on to explain that He expected all three to perform their duties to make Him proud. They were then dismissed for the evening except for fawn who was to go to His bedroom to await Him there. He smiled in satisfaction and anticipation of the days to come. Days of training a new sub that would bring Him much pleasure.

Chapter 3

As He watched the girls quietly leave the room, He turned to His computer and sent off an email to HeadMaster Jonathan, thanking Him for fawn. Then He strode to His room and found fawn waiting there for Him on the pillow provided. Each room in the house where He expected the girls to wait had a pillow for that purpose. He sat in the chair by the fireplace and motioned for fawn to stand before Him. Telling her to turn slowly, He assessed what He could see from her delicately painted toenails to her bright red hair. Shuddering slightly at the color which had been changed at the school, His thoughts were that at least it had grown out to shoulder length. Tomorrow was soon enough to deal with the color and the length would continue to grow. Giving the signal to undress, Thomas watched as fawn slowly and gracefully peeled the tunic over her head showing her pearly skin glistening in the firelight. As she folded her tunic neatly and placed it at her feet, her breasts bobbed gently. They were a good handful but high and firm as was her entire, petite yet curvy body. He would have to say one thing for the school training, bartın escort fitness was a priority. She turned around again at His finger flick and He smiled softy, then sniffed audibly.

“fawn, go to the bathroom and draw a warm bath. Use the honeysuckle bath oils.” He watched her go and heard her begin her task. Entering the bathroom shortly after her, He commanded her to slip into the tub. Then He slid to His knees, took a cup and pour water over her hair, wetting it thoroughly. Getting some shampoo, He buried His fingers into her hair and massaged her head and hair. Fawn was almost purring by the time He rinsed the soap out and pinned her shining locks on top of her head with a clip. Next, Thomas got the honeysuckle soap and a clean cloth and began washing her body, starting with her neck and working His way slowly down. She was exquisite, firm yet full of flesh, slick with water and soap. Nudging her legs apart, He washed slowly, feeling her tense at first and then moaning softly, parted her knees further. Thomas leaned her back and told her to close her eyes, then continued His explorations. When He knew she could take no more, He had her stand and toweled her off. Thomas remembered that fawn had been trained to hold her release until commanded.

Instructing her to drain the tub, Thomas started the shower then told her to undress Him. She knelt and removed His shoes and socks, setting them under the vanity, then rose and unbuttoned His shirt. Using her hands to slide it off His shoulders, she put it in the laundry hamper then returned to remove His pants and shorts. Every move was designed to bring Him pleasure. As she turned to put the rest of the clothes in the hamper Thomas stepped into the shower and called her to His side. Fawn gave a quick glance around the shower, got some of His shampoo and stepped up on the specially designed ledge so she could wash His hair. Restraining a groan at her firm steady massaging, He closed His eyes and enjoyed. She proceeded to wash His body, moving His arms and legs this way and that as she finished the shower. After they got out, she toweled Him dry and then tossed the towels in the hamper. Thomas smiles as He noticed the caramel and golden curls glistening with desire.

Leading her back to the bedroom, He returned to His chair and indicated she should kneel facing Him. Spreading His knees, Thomas laced His fingers in her hair and drew her toward Him. Fawn began using her lips and tongue to caress and stroke Him. He could no longer hold back a groan and felt her smile as she continued. Thomas tightened His grip on her hair, pulling it slightly, then leaned back and enjoyed the sensations. Thomas moved His foot between her thighs and let His toes explore fawn’s hot moist flesh, feeling her startle but continue her task. His hips rocking into her skilled little mouth, Thomas finally allowed Himself satisfaction and release. She did not disappoint Him and took everything He gave her. As she sat back panting and smiling, rocking against His foot, she eyes glittered with need.

He knew that tonight was crucial in setting the tone of His ownership. Who would control, who would be controlled. Rising steadily to His feet, Thomas reached down and helped her rise. Without a word, He led her to the bed and stood her on a carpet at the foot of the bed, snapped a tether to her collar and gave the signal for lying down. Smiling as she settled onto the thick carpet, He climbed into bed and turned off the light. Thomas listened to her shallow breathing, knowing that she had not been satisfied and was still wanting. He knew that despite the central heating and the dying fire, fawn would be feeling chilled. To show His approval, He flipped a coverlet which was kept on the bed for that purpose over the end of the bed. Hearing a soft, “thank You, Master, goodnight”, Thomas rolled over and drifted off to sleep, smiling.

Chapter 4

Lord Thomas awoke to the smell of hot coffee and opened His eyes to smile up at katy. She placed fresh coffee on His bedside table each morning promptly at 6am. He patted the side of the bed and katy sat down with a good morning Master. She gave a chirpy good morning and assured Him she had slept well. Thomas kissed her and signaled for His robe and slippers. He arose and slipped them on and told katy to go head and prepare His bath. Then He gave her permission to go on with her day with a sharp smack on her bottom. Turning to fawn, He saw that she had been awake and listening all the while. Explaining to her that on the nights she spent with Him, katy would fix the morning coffee and fawn would start her day as soon as He released her to go bathe and eat then clean His bedroom, then the kitchen, dining room and the girl’s rooms. The bathrooms could wait until after lunch. Giving her a kiss and a smack, He released her tether, watching her scamper out of the room. Chuckling, He sipped the coffee heading for His shower.

After finishing His breakfast, He called the girls into the dining room and informed them that the hair dresser was coming to make over fawn back to her original hair coloring and giving the other 2 girls a trim. Then He retired to His study to ığdır escort get some work done. Thomas was a successful personal lawyer to many people in the area. Some days He worked in an office downtown, but most days He worked from home. He has a most efficient secretary that helped make things happen.

As He was working, He heard the hairdresser arrive and He tuned the camera in to watch the action. Thomas loved to pamper His girls. The hairdresser was with them all morning, and then the girls returned to their tasks at lunchtime. When He went to the dining room for lunch, He called them all in and praised them. Then gave each a swat and told them to get back to work.

That evening, fawn was just barely on time and out of breath, but He let that pass as she had gotten a late start on the day. He reminded all the girls that when one spent the night in His room, it was the responsibility of the other 2 to pick up her slack. He once again chose her to come to His room and dismissed the others for the night.

Once again He bathed fawn. He loved the way her skin glistened in the tub. They moved to the shower until they were both clean and He lead her to the chair and felt her hot little mouth please Him. After she finished, Thomas pulled her into His lap and began caressing her body, learning every plane and curve. She was deliciously formed and very responsive. When He parted her legs she was damp and ready, letting His fingers slide deep inside. She moaned with want and need. He continued to play and tease until she was sobbing with pleasure, then He said one word, “Cum.” Whispered in her ear and she screamed and flowed with her very essence thanking Him over and over again.

Thomas allowed her to lick His fingers clean and then clipped her to her leash and told her to settle. Climbing in bed, He tossed her the cover, told her she was a good girl and rolled over with a goodnight and a grin. When katy arrived the next morning He dismissed fawn for the day with a kiss and a swat. During the day, fawn sent Him a message that she had started her cycle as was protocol. There would be no play for the next few days. That night, fawn was late to Master’s study and had to be punished again.

Over the next 2 weeks, the situation didn’t get any better. Fawn didn’t seem to be learning the routines of the household, was late often and would even show up untidy to Master’s study. As punishment, she was not being chosen to come to His room during the night, until she improved her performance. When Thomas looked in on her with the camera, she was always working hard. And it seemed that her clumsiness was increasing. She often had bruises on her arms and legs. It was just not making sense. Finally, He told the other girls that they were not to come to Master’s study that night but were to have an evening to themselves. Fawn was commanded to appear alone. He would get to the bottom of this.

Chapter 5

Fawn slipped quietly into the room and knelt on her pillow. Thomas sat back and observed her. She was exhausted, eyes red and puffy, and her skin pale and almost translucent. Even her hair seemed to be weighted down with some kind of funk, dull and lifeless. Thomas further noted that her eyes were cast down and her head bowed, not out of submissiveness, but as if the weight of the world pushed it there. He commanded her to raise her eyes to Him. They were dull and lifeless, the sparkle was gone. Asking her if she was feeling ok, He got the answer that she was fine.

Thomas turned to His desk and make a few quiet call and then settled back. He asked her how her days were going and how she kept herself busy. She told him of waking and starting the coffee, cleaning throughout the day and attending His study. When ask how she was eating, she described her meals. As she was talking, His eyes became stormy, His face tight. When He asked how she was sleeping, she said that after she finished her chores, she went directly to bed. His lips compressed and He told her to stand and disrobe. At the sight of her body, He drew in a deep breath at the sight of bruising and thinness. He asked about the bruises and she got a haunted look in her eyes as she hesitated in her answer. When asked again, she said that she had just been clumsy. He lead her to the sofa, had her lay down and covered her with the blanket along the back. As He stroked her hair back, there was a knock at the door.

It was Dr. Strong, the Master Physician the community used, followed by Master Jonathan’s girl emma. Dr. Strong often did house calls and had responded to Thomas’ phone call. Thomas told the Doctor that fawn seemed to be ill and asked him to take a look. Strong examined her, gave her an injection, told her to rest. As fawn drifted off to sleep, the doctor set emma to watch over her as He returned to the study. He told Lord Thomas that she was suffering from exhaustion and malnutrition. The bruising would fade over a short period. Dr. Strong asked how Thomas could have let her become this way. Thomas then told the Doctor how He suspected she has become to be in this state. Soon Strong was frowning in anger too. He gave Thomas a package with a medicinal tea which fawn was to drink 3 times a day with her meals and told Him that she needed complete rest for at least a week. He would return the next week to see if she was able to resume her duties. Thomas nodded, thanked the Doctor and asked if He would consider staying for dinner after looking at fawn next week. Dr. Strong said He would be pleased to attend and said goodnight, then went on His way.

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To really enjoy this story, I suggest that the reader first peruse Chapter 1.

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“That’s better, pussy. You are now totally in my power and I will do with you whatever I will. I am now going to turn you, and you will put up no resistance. If you do, I promise that you will regret it. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

Another slap, this time harder.

” ‘Yes, Mistress’ is what I want to hear.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I then opened Jason’s mouth, took a big drag on my cigar, and blew the smoke through his lips. He coughed again, and I slapped him once more.

“No coughing, pussy.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I was definitely getting the hang of this. And I was wet. Very wet.

After unbinding his feet, I removed the shackle from one of Jason’s hands and attached it to the opposite bedpost. Then I did the same for his other hand. He was now face down on the bed. I then re-restrained his feet.

“Jason, you have been a very naughty boy. Keeping secrets from your wife is a terrible thing. I am afraid that you need to be chastised. Removing my new whip from its box, I showed it to Jason. I could tell he was very scared, having never suspected that his ordinary little wife had a dark side.

“Are you still hard, pussy?”

I reached under him and, a bit to my surprise, he was as erect as I had ever seen him.

Then I lashed him as hard as I could. Over and over. I’m not sure how many times I whipped his ass, but when I was done, he was whimpering.

“Whenever you do anything to displease me, Jason, you will be chastised in this manner. You kept your secrets from me, and I hate that. It will never happen again. Now I know who you really are and I am getting to know who I really am. You are pathetic, but I think that I am starting to really like the new me. Very soon, you will be losing your anal virginity, which will seal our new relationship, so I will have to prepare you. I retrieved my cigar from the ashtray and took another huge puff, exhaling once again into Jason’s mouth. This time he stifled his cough.

“Let us prepare your mancunt.”

With that, I donned gloves, opened the lubricant, and liberally applied it to his rectum. Then, I unopened one of my new kastamonu escort butt plugs, and inserted it.

Jason began to protest, crying, “I’m not sure I want to actually do this, Alexis. It was just a fantasy.”

I pulled his head up roughly by his hair and smacked his face hard enough to turn it almost crimson.

“Too late, you pussy slut. I’ll be back in a little while. Pleasant dreams.”

Picking up my cigar again, I put it between my lips and left the room.

I went downstairs for a cup of coffee, pondering what was coming next. As I sat at the kitchen table, I heard the doorbell ring. A part of me panicked. But another part of me, a part that had not previously existed, said “fuck it. I am whoever I want to be.”

I answered the door with my cigar dangling from my mouth. It was Ted Kalish, Jason’s best friend. Ted’s jaw dropped.

“I didn’t know that you smoked cigars, Alexis.”

His eyes then took in what I was wearing and he looked like he was about to gasp for air.

“There’s a lot of things that you don’t know, Ted. Would you like to come in?”

“I just wanted to see if Jason wanted to go with me to the home theater exhibit at the Expo.”

I casually took a drag of the cigar and playfully blew it in Ted’s direction.

“I can think of something more fun than that. Jason is unavailable right now, but I am.”

I winked, as Ted stammered, “This isn’t right, Alexis. Jason is my friend. I’ve known him forever.”

“I thought I knew him too, Ted. Let me be as blunt as possible. Would you like to fuck me? Right now. Take it or leave it.”

I blew another puff of smoke in his face. And then he entered and I shut the door behind him.

“Amazing. They all think with their dicks,” I thought.

I then wrapped my arms around Ted and gave him a smoky kiss. The reader should know that I was not about to fuck Ted because I wanted to fuck Ted. I was doing this because I wanted to humiliate Jason by cuckolding him with his best friend.

“Take your pants off, Ted.”

Ted complied and I went to the sofa and laid back.

“This isn’t going to be a love session, Ted, so don’t think you kayseri escort have to prove anything. Just stick your dick in me and pound away.”

“What about foreplay, Alexis.”

“Just fuck me. Now.”

And Ted did just that, as I dangled my cigar. It was over in minutes, and Ted hurriedly pulled up his pants. I could tell that he felt guilty.

“Don’t feel bad Ted. It was a one-time thing and now it’s over. Don’t say anything. But please leave now. I have some tasks that I need to take care of.”

I may have never seen a more bewildered man. Ted opened the door and left. I smiled, wondering what he would say the next time we saw him and his wife socially. My cigar was now smoked almost to the nub, so I put it in the ashtray and went to the den to get a new one. I never would have believed it, but I really love cigar smoking. Cigars taste wonderful, but the way they make me feel … that is truly special. Powerful. Sexy. And wet.

After getting the Fuente going, I returned to the master bedroom. I grabbed Jason by his hair and blew a puff of smoke in his face.

“I don’t know if you heard what just happened, pussy, but while you’ve been up here shackled to the bed, I was just downstairs fucking Ted. You are now officially a cuckold. I hope he doesn’t tell anyone else,” I laughed.

Jason looked terrified, but said nothing. I put my gloves back on and removed the butt plug. I globbed in more lubricant and donned my new harness, attaching one of the thinner dildos. For his first time, I thought it prudent to not use one of the monster-sized ones. I pulled Jason’s head up by the hair and gave him a smoky kiss.

“I’m going to peg you now. Anything to say?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Too late for ‘sorry’. And, by the way, that would be ‘sorry, Mistress’.”

I smacked him hard on his ass. And then I slowly entered it. I wouldn’t have thought that this would be something I would actually enjoy, but it was truly an awesome experience. I looked at myself in the mirror, a big cigar in my mouth while I fucked my husband up the ass. I have never felt so powerful. I fingered myself as I thrust the dildo into Jason and one intense orgasm after kıbrıs escort another engulfed me. I had found inside me a woman who I never knew existed and I really liked this new me.

Jason remained silent, only faint moans escaping his lips. I knew that, despite the humiliation, that he was enjoying this. I removed my phallus from his behind and asked him, “how did you enjoy losing your virginity, my little pussy boy? Was it good?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. there’s just one more thing for you to do and you will be back in my good graces. For now, at least”

I switched Jason to his back, one shackle at a time. Surprisingly, he still had a raging hard on, precum dripping from it.

“I used to think that you were well-endowed, Jason, but after fucking Ted, I now realize that your dick is no big deal. No matter. From now on, you will never be inside me, although any other man whom I want will. You will be introduced to the chastity device that I purchased for you and you will come only when you have earned the privilege. What say you, pussy boy?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Open your mouth.”

Jason obeyed my command and I de-ashed my cigar onto his tongue. He suppressed his gag reflex and swallowed. I decided that I liked having a human ashtray and would make much use of it in the future.

I then mounted him, my quim over his mouth.

“Clean me, pussy boy,” I said, as I resumed smoking my cigar. I don’t want Ted’s cum in my cunt. And then tongue me out until I come”

Jason did as instructed and I had several more orgasms as I puffed away on my cigar.

When I had had enough I dismounted my bitch.

“I’m going to let you loose now, Jason. We have a new life now, with new rules. From this point forward, you are my slave. I will be addressed as ‘Mistress’. You will do whatever I command, whenever I want you to. I will take lovers at will. If you’re a good boy, I won’t fuck them in front of you. You will remain naked in the house whenever I am here. You will do all of the household chores and cook all the meals. Your friends will all eventually learn that this cigar-smoking lady wears the pants in this house. I will not hesitate to humiliate you in front of anyone.”

I continued, “When I release you, you are free to leave. But if you do, it is permanent. That’s the choice. Do you accept to live the rest of your life as my slave, under the terms I have outlined?”

I took several deep drags on the cigar, blowing the smoke again into his face.

“Yes, Mistress.”

THE END (or should I say THE BEGINNING)?

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kitty happily curled into her Master’s arms and T/they talked a while longer about the piercing and the research that kitty had been doing on the subject. It wasn’t a huge surprise to Master that kitty had been doing this but rather a pleasant one. It showed that kitty really did understand why He wanted her to have it. she wanted their bond to be that much more so through this changing of a limit from hard to soft.

This was a big step for kitty because in the past she had not budged on that limit for any Dominant. It had been something she didn’t feel was needed really to show that she was Theirs. It was something that she didn’t want to have to hide from O/others who might not understand if they accidently saw it. This relationship, however, was a bit different from the Others.

kitty was Master’s full-time live-in slave. This was the first time that she had ever served any Dominant in this capacity. she was happy and proud to have found her slave heart with Him and that He was nurturing it as T/they went along. True there was some adjusting still going on in the relationship but this was something truly wonderful.

Master and kitty had met on a chat program four years ago. It was an almost instant attraction for T/them B/both but neither O/one of T/them acted upon it because at the time kitty was with another Dominant online but not collared at the time. When that relationship ended though, Master was there to help her heal from that journey. He was, also, the One who had encouraged her kitten side from the very beginning.

T/their relationship were not without its bumps in the road and there had been a time where neither of T/them was on speaking terms. kitty could be stubborn at times and didn’t always communicate things effectively in the early years of T/their relationship. she soon learned though how to get His attention when she needed it without resorting to brat behaviorisms.

Master held kitty in His arms as they talked in depth about the piercing and about when to possibly have it done and where. It was decided that a week from that day, T/they would go to place not that far from where T/they lived. The place had a good reputation and many their workers were D/s friendly. Both of T/them had scoped out the place before to get a feel for it unbeknownst to the O/other.

Master got up a moment and walked over to His dresser. He opened the top drawer and took out a small box. He opened it and inside was a piercing just like the one she had talked about — a captive bead ring. The bead itself was a sapphire blue. It would look very pretty next to her pink flesh.

kitty gave her Master a huge hug and smiled at Him. This was a big step for T/them and one that she knew would not be forgotten for a long while. she, also, knew that this meant a huge level of commitment on her part. she was letting go of her limit about piercings for Him.

kitty had been doing research on the topic every since it had been brought up when she was just Master’s bursa escort online submissive well over a year ago. It was something at the time she said she might consider if and when she became His slave. T/they both knew it was just a matter of time before that would happen. It was just really a matter of kitty coming to terms with her slave heart.

It was something she had done a lot of research on as well. There were a lot of firsts happening in this relationship. For Master was the first Dominant she had ever truly loved with all that she was. Sure she had cared for the Other Dominants that she had served but there was always something holding her back from completely loving Them. Through her years of therapy for agoraphobia, she was able to uncover why she had a fear of commitment.

It came down to the fact that kitty was afraid of being abandoned and made to feel that she was unloved. kitty had been adopted before the age of three and had issues in her adulthood from that event. It does happen when it occurs in the cognitive years of development. That was what happened with kitty and she was afraid that any one who said they that they loved her would eventually leave her as well.

It took kitty a long time to trust that Master would not do that. she had run many times from what she was feeling in T/their early years of being together. It wasn’t until after she had gotten sick with gall stones that she had finally stopped running. It made her really take a look at what was important in her life because all she knew was just how sick she was feeling. she reached out to Him after a time of not talking and the friendship soon blossomed once again into a full fledged relationship.

It was from that blooming relationship, that kitty was finally able to let go of a lot of things in her life. she still had issues that she was dealing with, but at least she had Someone who truly cared about her in her corner. For all this she was willing and able to negotiate on this limit of hers. she knew that other wise there would be no way. Sure she had been asked before in Other relationships but the answer has always been “No that was a hard limit and one that was not negotiable.”

kitty admired the piece of jewelry that could very well be dangling from her body in a week’s time and simply smiled. she looked at her Master and gave Him a huge hug and a kiss. she thanked Him for His patience with her and for giving her the freedom to decide if she could truly change her mind on that limit or not on her own without pressure. she felt empowered by this and was truly happy as well.

“Now kitty this does mean a great deal to me. I know that this was not something you came to decide without a great deal of thought and without a great deal of questioning. I can remember the times that W/we would talk about this and you would say give me some more time or that you were not ready yet to make up your mind. I am proud of çanakkale escort you for finally making up your mind on your own terms and for having done all that you have in getting to this point.”

“You are welcome Master. i know this isn’t an easy decision or one that i have entered into lightly. i am truly willing to change my mind and allow this one piercing. i do know that the next step will be to see if i am even a candidate for such a piercing, and if i am not then W/we will have to discuss what i can get instead. It will be a piercing though. That much i am certain about.”

“I do understand this kitty. W/we both know my preference and hopefully they will agree with what I would like depending on the best interest for you and not just because W/we are paying them money to do this. Based upon what I have seen and what I have discussed with them that do not seem to be the case.”

“kitty did not get that feeling either Master. she had, also, talked to them quite a bit about what she was thinking of having done. They seemed very knowledgeable and friendly. They answered all of my questions and explained how they do things. kitty feels really comfortable with this place.”

“Then it is for sure then kitty? W/we are really going to have your clit pierced?”

“Yes, Master. This is for sure. If kitty is a candidate for it then it will be done for certain. she is certain of this.”

kitty purred at her Master. she was truly happy about this decision. This was going to be something truly special for T/them because it was the first hard limit that had been negotiated about. Normally hard limits are not touched but this one kitty was ready to make exception to. It wasn’t just to please her Master either.

This was something that kitty wanted as well. she wanted something that no one else but T /they would really know was there. It was something that would not be taken off unlike her collar at shower times. It would not be taken off like her leash to sleep at night and at other time when it was not really needed.

This was a symbol of T/their love and commitment to O/one A/another. It was time to celebrate. Master pulled kitty into the bathroom and took off the wrist and ankle cuffs. He turned on the water and pushed her into the spray of water once He was certain it was the right temperature. He got the towels together and a wash cloth as well.

He kissed the nape of her neck and slowly undid the clasp of her collar, and set it down on the counter. kitty did always dislike that part of having to get cleaned up. It meant being separated from the symbolic token of T/their relationship. It was something she had not taken off since the beginning of this recent journey with Master.

kitty started to reach for the wash cloth but Master stopped her. He shook His head No and started washing her body. He slowly and carefully washed every part of her body and made certain that everything rize escort was squeaky clean. He was pampering His slave with attention today and she had most certainly earned it.

After kitty was washed she asked her Master if she could in turn wash Him. Her question was met with a No and an instruction to go dry off and put some clothes on to go out and eat in. kitty asked her Master for some sort of indication of type of clothing and it was met with causal clothes and comfortable. He would not say any thing else.

Master was been planning on Chinese food today. Originally had thought to order it in but thought she might benefit from going out. He quickly showered, dried off, and put some clothes on Himself. He smiled at her as she brushed through her hair and put a necklace about her neck.

kitty knew better than to try and ask further questions and was ready to go. Master checked to see what the pets were up to. He told kitty to tidy up a bit around the apartment while He took Belle for a quick walk. kitty put away the toys and made the bed in the bedroom.

kitty made sure that there was food and water in the pet bowls for both Belle and Beast. Beast was in on of his usual spots on the couch. He purred at kitty when she scratched his ears and under his chin. This was something that He adored and kitty enjoyed hearing him purr. It told her that he was content and happy.

kitty had her shoes on and was all ready by the time Master arrived back at the apartment. He put away the dog’s leash and smiled at His beautiful slave. she would not be wearing her collar or leash as T/they were going out in a vanilla environment. T/they did not like to make those outside T/their relationship uncomfortable.

T/they had chosen the necklace when kitty had first moved in with Master. kitty wanted something outwardly that represented T/them when wearing the collar might make someone else uncomfortable or raise too many questions. It was a delicate silver chain with a triskle pendant on the end. It was something that still reminded her of her place.

Master drove them to the local Chinese restaurant and sat in the booth beside her. He rarely sat opposite her at a table when T/they were out. He did that for a few reasons. One of T/them being that He liked having her close and it made her feel a bit more secure when T/they were out.

He ordered for T/them as He usually did. He knew what she liked to eat when it came to Chinese food. kitty loved chicken lo mein and would probably live on it if Master would allow it. Master on the other hand ordered a burger as He really did not care for the taste of Chinese food.

Master and kitty happily ate T/their dinner and casually talked a while about mundane things. It was a rare treat to be in public. It was not something kitty was comfortable doing very often. she was still skittish about most P/people in general. she was still working on that though with the help of a therapist.

After dinner, Master drove them home and without having to say any thing kitty went to go get her collar. It was slipped on as soon as the necklace was slipped off. kitty didn’t like being without her collar for very long. There were some places that she wore it out but restaurants were not one of them. It was just something T/they had learned wasn’t always a good idea.

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“Do you feel a little ridiculous?” Ella asked, smirking. She couldn’t help herself. She was on a high. She had him. She had him right where she wanted him, and he knew it, and he loved it, almost as much as she did.

His chuckle was short lived. “I feel . . . more than ridiculous.”

She raised an eyebrow. He couldn’t see it; his head was bowed and he was trembling. “Explain.”

It was an order, and it thrilled them both. She hadn’t gotten past the guilt of controlling him, but she was enjoying pushing his buttons now. She’d never felt in her life felt anything quite like it. It was an electric current that ran between them: she sent him a charge and he caved into shaky silent submission, which sent a charge back to her. His reaction, his utter submission, was like a mellow burst of lightning from the center of her gut out. Her nipples woke up. Her insides melted, and everything wet knew right where to drain.

“I feel humiliated.”

She felt her throat bob. Worry overwhelmed her. Had she taken it too far? She gave a little tug on the leash and watched his cock bob, watch him scoot forward on his knees. The leash was attached to a small ring on his chastity device. She wondered how the little metal cage could withstand his swollen cock; his flesh pressed up against the bars, straining. It was penis prison for the very naughty. Every now and then she could see the whole package throb. Every now and then a long drip would leak from the tip and she could pretend to fuss at him for it. It was yet another button she’d discovered.

“Jim,” she started to say, started to apologize, started to spring forward and remove the leash and free him from the cock cage, “maybe we should–“

He shivered. “I’m so . . . totally turned on . . . Mistress.”

It exploded within her, from her belly, from her heart, in her brain, pure pleasure. It was like an orgasm, but without the physical convulsions of ecstasy. She was high on him again, on them, on what she was doing to him, on what he was allowing to happen, on what they both wanted to happen.

She whispered because her throat was too dry to work; every thing liquid in her was draining into her panties. She felt the matting of the cotton gusset pressing against her wet swollen lips, barely hidden beneath her short, leather skirt. “Good boy.”

He shuddered with pleasure. He parted his lips to speak, but nothing came out.

He was just like her, too aroused to think straight. They were in tune like never before.

She swallowed and tried to get a hold of herself. “Turn–turn around now.”

He shuffled on his knees until the leash grew taut. She grinned and gave him a little slack.

“Arms behind you.”

He complied, and the fact that he complied made her face hot. It almost seemed involuntary, as if she were in direct control of his body, bypassing his thoughts. If you could’ve told her six months ago that they would be here doing this, she wouldn’t have believed it.

She wrapped rope around his wrists, trapping his arms behind him. They’d considered handcuffs, but Ella felt rope was more romantic. That made her giggle. It shouldn’t make sense, but it did. Her friend, her mentor from the Divine Tantra site had sent her links, video instructions on the safety and “how to” of rope bondage. It was because of that website that they had come to this. They’d been on the brink of a break up; now, they couldn’t get enough of each other. They’d suffered through awkward, resentful silences; now, they communicated without speaking, through longing gazes and shuddering bodies.

She tied off the knot, sank her hand into his hair and jerked his head back, resting her chin on his shoulder, smelling his sweat, inhaling his maleness. She whispered and felt his trembling start up again as if by her command. “Got’cha.”

He stuttered. “Y-yes, Mistress.”

She let him go, watched his head quickly snap forward again, back into position, bowed, all nice and worshipful. She sauntered around him, swinging the leash like a jump-rope. “So,” she asked, her tone light and musical, “how are we feeling about it all?”

It took him a few moments to collect his thoughts. “Are we–are we having a discussion?”

“Discussion” was Ella’s term for when she asked him to be honest and confess what he liked and what he didn’t. His likes far outweighed his dislikes, but he had a few of the latter, like asking for the inclusion of keywords for when she texted him at work, so he could let her know when he was free to talk.

She considered it. “Yes, Jim, we’re having a discussion, because I’m about do something with you that could be very demeaning, so I’d like to gauge your reaction.”

He bowed his head, shuddering at what demeaning thing she or her mentors from the Divine Tantra website had cooked up. “I’m feeling like artvin escort you could push me much harder. I think you’re afraid you’ll push me too hard or that you’ll hurt me, but I also know you said the other day that you felt responsible for making sure I was safe and happy and enjoying everything, because I might be feeling too submissive to tell you or make a good decision, so I respect that.”

She understood very well what he was saying; it was what he’d been saying for awhile now. Desperate, hungry, filled to the brim with lust and utter devotion, he was saying, “I want more.”

She jerked his leash and watched his little cock cage bob in response. His head popped up, his eyes catching hers. She grinned and leaned down, patting him on the top of his head. “Good boy, but it’s not about what you want, is it?”

Through his eyes she could feel the connection, the longing, the erotic current. She felt like she was a big bad she-wolf that wanted to devour him whole. His eyelids blinked once in slow motion. “No, Mistress.”

She could remain this way forever, looking deep into his eyes, getting lost, feeling the compulsive desire to go inside him, to penetrate him, overwhelm him, consume him from the inside out so he would be hers and only hers and forever hers, her property, her “thing”, her worshipful object.

She undid the knot on his wrists, unraveled the rope and pointed to a spot beside her. “Hands and knees. Here.”

He scrambled forward on all fours, feeling the cool air of the apartment on his naked backside.

She jerked the leash and he let out a soft, little yelp. “Face forward.”

He turned, first the wrong way, getting the leash tangled in his arms, then the right way. He knelt, breathing heavily, leaning against her, enjoying the sensation of her silk stockings tickling the hair of his arms.

She looked down and whispered softly, “Didn’t I say hands and knees?”

‘You never have to yell or demand,’ her mentor had told her through an online chat. ‘You never have to nag or remind or feel like his mother. You can whisper the softest whisper and he will jump to obey you.’

He dropped to all fours and started to apologize, but she cut him off. “I’m sorry, Miss–“

“Hush. I don’t want to hear another word out of you until we’re done with your training.”

That struck him. Training? What was she training him to do?

He felt her warm hand on his ass. It traveled up his backside and rested on his neck. He let his head sag forward, closing his eyes, enjoying her touch, wincing at the pinch of his cock cage as his erection strained. He risked asking a question. “Mistress, may I ask something?”

She played with the hair on the back of his neck and slipped her fingers up along his scalp, tussling his hair, combing it idly. “Yes, Baby.”

“What training?”

She grinned. He was about to find out.

She had been given homework, books to study, techniques to hone. She was about to use them.

She gave him a gentle tug on his leash and softly commanded, “Heel.”

His head went light; he realized at once what kind of training he was about to suffer.

She held his leash tight, and he felt in his cock, the metal cage jerking him forward. He had no choice but to follow her, but he had trouble finding her pace right away. He was either too quick or too slow. Either way caused discomfort as the leash tightened and jerked his cock cage.

She stopped at the end of the room, pulled his leash tight, forcing him to crawl around her. She counted silently to ten, let him relax a bit, then tugged his leash again. “Heel.”

She walked him back toward the kitchen, feeling him trying to match her pace, drifting behind, getting ahead. She kept the leash just tight enough so that it grew tight when he failed to stay with her. She was doing well, though she felt a little silly, until her mind wandered, mused upon the fact that there was no veil covering this. Her intentions were well known now: she was conditioning him, pure and simple.

When she had first introduced him to the Divine Tantra theory, she hadn’t told him he was being conditioned. Perhaps he’d figured it out. He was certainly no dummy. He could spot a woman’s manipulations a mile away. Most men could. If he had known, he hadn’t said anything. Though she hadn’t said it directly, she had been offering him a choice: When you’re in control, you don’t want me. I’m an appendage, a possession, a toy that you’ve played with and lost interest in and it makes us both unhappy. Let me be in control now, and let’s see what happens.

It took four times going to the end of the room and back before he succeeded. The first time he matched her pace, feeling the leash loose the entire way, he hurried around her and waited aydın escort by her side, performing the perfect “heel”. He chuckled at his own success, unable to help himself, daring to whisper, “That was a good one.”

She had given him an order to be silent, and she knew she should enforce it, but she couldn’t help herself. She patted his head, let her hand dangle beside his cheek, enjoying how he moaned and brushed against it. When she rewarded him with a “good boy”, he practically fell over, trying to lean against her and get control of his shuddering. She giggled as he righted himself.

There was a reason he enjoyed her attention: it had been nearly six months since she’d allowed him an orgasm.

But conditioning meant repetition. “Let’s see if you can do it again.”

He did.

Lots of repetition. Suddenly his success was fleeting; his goal had changed. He had managed to pace her with just the occasional “off” step, but now he wanted to keep the leash from growing even the slightest bit taut. He judged it by whether or not he let it touch his shoulder. If it grew taut between his legs, made contact with his belly, he knew he’d failed. He wanted it to dangle freely, and every time he took too large a step and felt the leather graze his skin, he silently cursed himself.

The conditioning was working. He lost track of how many times they walked back and forth across her room, but he was no longer thinking about the leash, about her, about her pace; his body was doing all the work. He hurried around her and waited patiently for the next tug of his leash, then jumped forward, utterly conscious of the whisking sound of her black silky stockings, the creaking of her leather skirt, the quiet rustle of her blouse, overwhelmed by her beckoning perfume.

She began to refine and tweak his performance, and every time she did so, he had a moment of lightheaded euphoria. She gave his naked bottom a little swat when he was at “attention” and whispered the word, “up”. He found himself straightening his posture, arching his back to get his ass up. She gave him a little tap on his shoulder and he found himself pulling his shoulders back. She flicked him on the top of his head and he found himself rising to meet her demand.

Then, just when he was starting to reach his goal, she changed things up. She remembered the lessons from her homework well: ‘When your animal has begun to perform in the manner desired, introduce the next task, to keep its interest and focus.’

She gave his leash a little bounce and whispered, “Sit” with such a quiet and demanding tone, he hesitated. It took him a moment to register the surprise of how insistent her tone had become, how demanding and certain he would obey. She reached out, grabbed him by the collar and jerked his head down until he got the message, repeating her command, “Sit!”

He gulped as she positioned him. She pushed him back onto his knees so he was sitting on his heels, then gave his face a sharp stinging slap, repeating her command again, just as quiet as before. “Sit.” It was classical conditioning: positive and negative reinforcement.

She added it to the routine, commanding him to heel as she walked him to the other side of the room, having him follow her as she turned, then bouncing his leash with the “sit” command.

When he had the “sit” command nearly perfect, she added “beg”. He thought they’d been practicing for at least an hour, but he couldn’t be sure, because he never got within eyesight of a clock. Still, his knees were burning. His palms were raw from the carpet and his back and shoulders ached miserably. He kept thinking he’d complain; he’d tell her he needed a break, but for some reason he didn’t.

He thought back to the time she had him kneel in the corner as a punishment. She’d accidentally fallen asleep and he’d spent hours struggling silently, wondering if he should wake her up or simply join her in bed. He hadn’t. He had remained in the corner while his knees burned and ached and throbbed. It was somehow a matter of pride. It was something he was doing for her.

After awhile, he realized almost with a start that she’d stopped giving him verbal commands. He was responding entirely to the movement of his leash. It was crazy, but it was true. In a matter of an hour or so, she’d successfully conditioned him like a house pet.

They hadn’t spoken a word to each other, but he was feeling utterly at peace and in tune with her.

She sat on the couch and bounced his leash, watching with some amusement as he assumed the “sit” position.

She stared at him for a long while, before grinning and saying almost with a purr, “What do you think?”

He blinked, swallowed deeply and for a moment wondered if he could even speak anymore. “Not balıkesir escort that this isn’t really hot, you doing this to me, training me like a dog . . . but I was wondering if there was a reason, other than just turning me on?”

She uncrossed her legs and parted her knees. If he dropped his eyes, he would be able to see right up her skirt from his position. He kept his gaze on her face, resisting the temptation. He’d failed her once and had spent the week with a blistered bottom.

“There is a reason, and it was a good idea. I can tell by the look in your eyes.”

He nodded, blinked slowly, licked his dry lips. “May I ask the reason, Mistress?”

She reached out and ran her finger down the length of his nose, giving it a little tap when she was done. He dropped his eyes. “I’m told a man’s worst obstacle to serving his Mistress is his ego. Do you agree with that?”

He grinned, not having to think about. “Yes, that or his pride.”

She cupped his chin in her palm and giggled. “You don’t have much pride kneeling there naked in a dog collar with your willy all trussed up. Do you?”

He blushed and laughed. “My pride has been severely compromised.”

She leaned forward and took his face in her hands, gazing deep into his eyes. His eyelids wavered as he grew drunk on her perfume. “My friend from the DT site suggested obedience training to help you with your ego problem.”

He grinned, learning toward her, silently begging for a kiss. “Obedience training or dog training?”

She applied her wet lips to the tip of his nose and draped her arms loosely around his neck. “Well, you are wearing a collar.”

He chuckled. “I guess I’m lucky it’s not a shock collar.”

She grinned and leaned back. “That’s interesting that you would suggest that.”

His eyes widened; his jaw dropped. “I was–I was kidding.”

Ella giggled. “My friend at the DT site is teaching me all about you, you know? I can just hear what she would say to that. She’d say, ‘he will say he is kidding, but he is secretly wishing for it’.”

They had both spent time on the Divine Tantra website. He posted questions and updates on the forum while she entered the private chat room and got ideas.

He placed his hand on his collar and remembered the night he’d received it. She’d remarked that it would’ve been better had they done it in front of all their friends, but she knew they wouldn’t understand. She wasn’t sure she understood, but she liked strapping it around his neck. He blushed like a school girl and acted like a school boy with a crush on the teacher. Later, she caught him staring at it in a mirror, running his finger over it as if trying to convince himself it was real.

“Well?” she prodded and gave his leash a quick tug.

Almost without thinking, he moved to his hands and knees.

She giggled. “Ready to heel?”

He blinked vacantly. “No, I–I thought you were going to stand.”

She grinned. “That conditioning stuff works pretty well.”

He laughed. “It wasn’t that. I thought you were signaling me that we were going to practice some more.”

She smiled and moved to the edge of the couch. “Mm-hm, if you say so.”

Ella stood and with a deftness that defied male logic, unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Jim breathed heavily as she kicked the skirt away and moved toward him, running her fingers through his hair, playing with his ear, touching the thick collar around his neck. With a quiet tone, she began talking to him. “Maybe you’d like a shock collar.”

His stutter made her smile. “I don’t–I didn’t mean–“

She whispered and slowly pulled on his leash until it was nice and tight. “Then we could condition you to all sorts of things.”

He made the effort to get to his feet as the leash pulled his cock cage upward, but she pressed him down with one hand on top of his head. “You said before,” she continued as he began to whimper, “that you wanted to suffer for me. Do you remember?”

“Yes,” he panted, “when you left me kneeling in the corner.”

“You didn’t want me to apologize.”

He nodded. “Because it would’ve ruined it. I needed to do that for you.”

She pulled harder on the leash, hearing his breath catch in his throat. His winced and peered up into her eyes. “Do you still want to suffer for me?”

He gazed up at her, long and hard. “More than anything in the world, Mistress.”

She pulled on his leash until she was sure he was about to cry for mercy, then released him. Hurting him wasn’t a turn on. Seeing him in pain didn’t make her hot. Knowing that he was enduring it because he wanted to please her, because he loved her, because he didn’t want to disappoint her . . . that made her melt.

She released his leash and watched him sag, heard him sigh with relief. After a moment, she pulled him against her and cuddled, giggling as she listened to him inhaling the scent of her wet panties. He pressed his nose into them, threw his arms around her legs and nuzzled ever closer.

“I have concerns about all this,” she finally admitted.

He nodded without ever removing his nose from her soft panties. “Me, too.”

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The first time, it was a weak, tentative swat on the behind that didn’t even register as a smack.

“Did you just…” she started.

“Sorry”, he said.

She narrowed her eyes and let her gaze linger for a second before raising her hips up and resuming her rhythm. He put his hands back on her ass and squeezed as she rode him to her eventual release.

When she was done, he rolled her over and took his turn, pounding into her until his body shuddered and he exploded. He could never get there with her on top, despite how much he lusted after her beautiful body.

The slap on her ass was never mentioned again, and the crazy urge to hit her and the rush he got from thinking about doing it receded into the darkness from whence it came. His cheeks burned a little as he let that delicious surge of electricity slip away and they both pretended it never happened.

But it did happen.

Several years, one wife, and two kids later, it would creep back into Jack’s mind. Barely perceptible at first, it would buzz in his brain if the movies he watched with his wife had any hint of sexual violence. He didn’t notice the buzz at first, but a little while after the movie, the scenes would hold his interest longer than he expected, trapped on the edges of his thinking mind, and breaking free here and there to hold his attention for a moment or two. Sometimes, after a really nasty scene, it would happen for days.

Jack was raised on tv and rumours as far as sex was concerned. His family was not religious, but sex wasn’t something they talked about openly, so Jack’s formative notions of sex arose from the occasional bare breast in a movie, theatrical sex scenes, and the vast wisdom of his peers. Thus, his early assumptions about a woman’s body were anatomically hilarious to modern day Jack, and the foggy concepts of what sex consisted of were equally off the mark.

He learned over the course of his childhood that a man is never to hit a woman under any circumstances. That information was as close to fact as anything he had ever known growing up. Violence against women was an outrage and a sickness in the world, and he was not part of that sickness.

Over the years, Jack spent a lot time reading about sex. Before he’d ever done the deed, he possessed an understanding that good sex required a man to put a lot of time and energy into his partner’s pleasure. He understood his own pleasure was all but guaranteed, but to really excel in bed, the mysteries of the female orgasm had to be solved.

Jack became very good at pleasing women in bed, after the first couple of clumsy attempts of course. He cared so much about pleasing his partners that his own satisfaction depended on it. He would have orgasms every time, but that wasn’t all it took to satisfy Jack.

A few years into his marriage, with buzzing brains and darkening thoughts, Jack’s satisfaction begn to falter. His wife enjoyed three to four orgasms at least every time they had sex, and Jack always took pride in that. Slowly, that wasn’t enough any more.

Something lived in him that whispered dark things that forced blood into his pants when he let those whispers take him. Someone stronger and more confident took over his body when he accepted the darkness into him, and by god he loved that new man.

Jack hid from the darkness as much as he could bear. Lately the urges had become stronger and Jack fought them back with less and less enthusiasm. Come out and play, Jacky boy. You know you want to.

He did want to. He really wanted to…

In his mind, the conversation with Monique would go something like this:

“Baby, can I I talk to you about something?”

“Of course”, she’d say.

“I want to hit you when we have sex. Hard and repeatedly.”

“Get the fuck out of my life, you sick fuck!”

Or some variation on that narrative, with some added crying and wondering how she had married such a psycho. He would lose his kids, his wife, and everything he had. And rightfully so. A man should never hit a woman under any circumstances. Only wife abusers do that, and wife abusers go to jail.

He could take up hookers, but hooker abusers get beat to death, and then publicly shamed for all eternity. ardahan escort And they can be quite expensive, raising questions about why he was making cash withdrawals and going out at strange hours. No thanks.

For a few months, he satisfied his appetite with poorly staged porn like any respectable man would do. None of it looked like what he wanted, and it was all so blatantly contrived that it barely did the job, until he discovered some homemade videos. These clips showed real people doing real things to each other, and BOTH of them liked what was happening.

Holy shit! There really are women, real women, who like being hit during sex. Who like being manhandled and used. Jack’s darkness took a permanent seat in the cockpit of his brain from that day forward. It was out now, and it would not be denied much longer.

The conversation with Monique went like this:

“Baby, do you have any sexual fantasies you want to fulfill?”

A moment or two of awkward silence…

“Umm…I guess I do…why do you ask?”

“Because I want to be the best husband and lover you could ever imagine, and I want you to live out every fantasy you have.”

A shorter but still awkward silence…

“You are already both of those things. But…since you ask…” Monique paused for a second and Jack’s heart pounded in his chest like a gorilla trying to get out of a shipping box. “I’d like to dress up and role play sometimes,” she said. “Is that weird?”

Once when Jack was a kid, his father suspected him of breaking a lamp, and he was going to get a bare ass spanking for it, and also for lying about it. Luckily his brother spoke up and took responsibility for it. The wave of relief at that moment was exactly the same as the one that washed over him at that moment.

“That’s not weird at all”, he said. “Like cop arrests naughty criminal kind of stuff?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “Or cheerleader sleeping with the quarterback. Or teacher and bad student in detention.”

“Who would be the teacher and who would be the student?” Jack asked with a smirk on his face.

“We can take turns,” she purred.

“I like it,” Jack said.

“Oh good! I’ve never told anyone about that before. I was worried you’d think it was stupid or something.”

“Not at all, baby” Jack said. “We should be able to tell each other anything.”

“I agree,”she said. “What about you? Do you have any fantasies you haven’t told me about?”

This moment was a long time coming. It was his chance to finally let the darkness out, to test the waters and he was so excited and scared he naturally froze and didn’t say anything for a few long seconds.

“Jack?”

“Uh…”

“I told you mine, now it’s only fair that you tell me yours. We should be able to tell each other anything, remember? You literally just said that ten seconds ago.”

His fear of losing this opportunity began to overwhelm his fear of telling her, but it held on enough to say “I’m a little nervous to say this…”

Monique reached out and held his hand. “You can tell me,” she said. “I promise I won’t laugh.”

Laughing wasn’t even close to what he was worried about.

“Ok…I want to hit you during sex,” he blurted.

His face started doing things he couldn’t control, and from inside his mind he hoped it wasn’t making things worse.

“What do you mean when you say hit me?” She asked.

At this point in his imaginary conversations, Monique had already blown her top and kicked him out of the house, so he was completely unprepared to carry on the conversation. He’d never put a lot of actual logical thought into how to explain himself.

“Well, uh…like I want to bend you over and smack your ass for instance,” he said. That would be the ignition point for sure, he thought.

“Like, with your hand?” She asked.

“Yeah…and maybe some toys…”

Monique looked at his face for a moment. She studied him like he was something new to her and it made Jack nervous.

“Ok,” she said, almost nonchalantly.

This wave washing over him was relief like the other one, but also disbelief.

“Ok?”

“Yeah,” she said. adıyaman escort “When you said hit me, I thought you meant punch me in the face or something.”

“Uh, no,” Jack stammered. “I want to smack you in the face though.”

Now who the fuck said that? Jack’s brain screamed. The darkness smirked.

“Oh, well…maybe we’ll start with spanking,” Monique said smiling.

“Ok,” Jack said tentatively. “Since it’s out there now, I should tell you it’s not just the spanking that I have in mind…”

Dammit! Why couldn’t you just leave it alone? We were lucky to get out of the hitting part with our life intact, now you gotta push it, his brain screamed.

“Oh really?” Monique replied. “And what else do you have in mind?”

Jack searched for the right way to say that he wanted to hurt her. He wanted to hit her because he wanted to inflict pain, but for some reason his brain seemed unavailable at the moment.

“I want hurt you,” he said quietly. “I want the spanking to hurt. I want to pull you hair and squeeze your nipples until you can barely breathe. I want to choke you, to leave bruises on you. I want ropes and gags, I want to OWN you and use you however I see fit. I want these things and I feel like a monster for it. I understand if you don’t want any of that, but I just had to tell you and get it off my chest.”

Jack was terrified by the words that just poured out of his mouth. The next few moments would decide how his life would go, but along with the gut wrenching fear of Monique’s reaction, he also felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders. Letting the darkness out was like taking off a lead jacket and standing tall for the first time.

Monique’s face was a picture of thoughtful beauty. Somehow, she didn’t look revolted, or disgusted, or even afraid.

Jack’s face was up to no good again, he was sure if it. Also, he needed to resume breathing soon or he would pass out and smash his face off the coffee table.

Jack took a deep breath.

“So…I guess that’s not what you expected to hear,” he said.

Monique did something then that almost caused Jack’s bladder to release; she smiled. She smiled at him so bright fear ran rampant through his body and he stopped breathing again.

“I can see that was really hard for you to tell me,” she said.

Getting dizzy, Jack started breathing again. “It was.”

“Some of those things sound crazy,” she said. “I don’t want to end up in the hospital. That would be pretty hard to explain to my parents.”

“I’m sorry I said all that,” Jack said. “I —,”

“No, don’t be,” Monique cut in. “I assume when you say you want to hurt me, you mean pain, not injury.”

“Yes, no. I mean yes to pain, but no to injury,” Jack stammered. “Exactly.”

“Well, I have some reservations, but if we take it slow…ok,” Monique said with a smile.

Jack was dizzy again. Am I breathing? I really have to get a handle on this, he thought. Wait…did she just agree to let me …

“So…you’re not going to run screaming out of the house and report me to the police?” He asked.

“Not unless you get carried away and break my arm or something,” she replied. “We need to go over what you want specifically and I mean it when I say we need to go slow.”

“Absolutely,” Jack replied. “I was so scared you would think I was a psycho. I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time.”

“I’m super happy you were honest with me when you were so scared,” Monique said. “I want you to be that honest with me all the time.”

“Ok, baby,” Jack said. “But I should warn you, there’s some weird shit going on in my head.”

Two months later, after some seriously kinky topics had become normal, Jack came home from work one afternoon to find Monique dressed in a school girl costume holding a book and wearing glasses.

“I’m here for detention, Mr Klein.”

Jack dropped his briefcase and let the darkness take over.

“Miss Baker, you have been very disruptive,” he said, loosening his belt and moving toward her.

“What are you going to do about it?” She said defiantly. “Give me a bad grade?”

Jack’s last two steps brought him close karabük escort enough reach out grab Monique’s throat. He pulled her close to him with enough force she dropped her book on the floor. He saw a beautiful flash of fear cross her face for just a second, and it ignited a fire in him.

“You’re going to learn a lesson today,” he said.

With his other hand, Jack grabbed her hair close to the scalp and pulled her head back so she was looking up at him. He released her throat and delivered a solid slap across her face. She cried out at the shock of it, but then a look of defiance took over her features.

“Is that all you got, old man?” She taunted.

Jack’s blood surged through him like liquid fire. He slapped her again, harder this time, then clamped her left nipple between his thumb and the middle knuckle of his right hand. He pulled her head back even harder and squeezed her nipple as hard as he could until she squirmed in his grasp. She held her breath and tried not scream as the pain in her nipple took over every part of her mind.

“Now you little bitch, you’re going to get what your daddy should have given you years ago,” Jack hissed through clenched teeth.

He released her nipple causing her to scream with the new pain of blood rushing back into it. He spun her around and bent her over the desk. Her short school girl skirt barely covering her perfect ass. Still holding her hair, Jack pulled her skirt up exposing her slutty black panties and smacked her ass so hard the sting in his hand made him hiss.

Monique cried out at the sharp sting. Jack pulled his hand back again, this time hitting her other cheek, harder this time than the last. Over and over he smacked her ass until it glowed bright red and tears streamed down her face.

Jack let his throbbing hand rest for a second and asked her if she’d learned her lesson.

“If you were trying to show me what a pussy you are, then yes, I suppose I have,” Monique replied.

Jack’s raging hard on raged a little harder as he took off his belt. He pulled Monique’s panties off roughly enough to rip them on one side, putting her beautiful red ass on display. He had never been so in love with this woman in his whole life. He grabbed a fresh handful of hair and brought belt down across her glowing ass.

Monique screamed as the belt lit up her skin. Jack lashed her again and again until he couldn’t take it any more. He dropped the belt and his pants on the floor and stood behind her, admring his work. Her ass showed every hit with the belt like a stroke of a painter’s brush. It was breathtaking and arousing like nothing he had ever seen before.

“Now Miss Baker,” he said as he held his hard cock against her soaking wet pussy lips. “I’m going to give you one last lesson before I throw you out of my classroom.”

Without any further warning, Jack grabbed her hips and slammed his hard cock into Monique hard enough to move the old desk a few inches. Monique’s screams weren’t from pain any more as Jack rammed his cock into her soaking wet pussy hard and fast. He fucked her like she’d never been fucked before, and after only a few hard thrusts, her body exploded with such force she thought for second she would pass out. Her pussy gushed and her juice dripped onto the floor.

As he pounded into Monique’s pussy, Jack grabbed her hair again and used it fuck her even harder, pulling her back onto his cock as he rammed into her. His cock started to build up pressure and with each hard punishing thrust he got closer and closer until his whole body shook with a violent and volcanic orgasm that almost took him off his feet. He locked up for a second or two, but Monique took over and thrust herself back onto his cock hard and fast while he blew load after load deep inside her.

Jack pulled his still hard pussy soaked cock out of Monique and told her to get on her knees. She knelt in front of him and stared at Jack’s big wet cock. “Suck it clean, you little bitch,” he said and shoved his cock in Monique’s mouth. She sucked it in as far as she could and Jack again almost fell to the ground it felt so good. She sucked and licked the cum and pussy juice off his cock until it finally went limp.

Jack stood her up kissed her deep, tasting both of their fluids on her lips.

“Now I hope you learned your lesson, Miss Baker,” he said. “If not, you’ll get detention again tomorrow.”

“Promise?” She replied.

Jack looked at her like he’d never seen something so beautiful in all years. She had set him free and he loved her so much more for it.

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The three friends were all sitting around watching TV. Jessica was on the chair and Danny and Bret were on the couch. Jessica had the remote, and every time she clicked the button, her boobs jumped up and down, making Danny and Bret drool.

That was the only reason they were friends with her; because she was so hot. All the boys at school had dreamed of fucking Jessica, and Danny and Bret had each spent nights masturbating to images of her. Now they were her friend, but all they could do was think about how great her giant boobs were.

“There’s nothing on,” Jessica sighed, “This is so boring.”

Danny was daring. “I have a porno upstairs we could watch.”

Jessica’s eyes lit up. “Yes, let’s watch that, I love watching porno.”

Danny ran upstairs and grabbed the disc and put it in the TV. He pressed play and a movie of a huge-titted girl getting fucked came up.

“This is making me so hot,” Jessica said, unconsciously rubbing her nipples over her shirt, “Damn, that guy has such a huge cock.”

“She’s not bad either,” Danny commented, “Though her boobs aren’t as big as yours.”

“No one’s ever are,” Jessica giggled, “Do you ever jack off to this?”

Danny awkwardly scratched his head. “Yeah, sometimes.”

“And what about you, Bret, you pump your cock to movies of girls getting fucked?”

Bret was timid. “Yea,” he admitted, “Kind of.”

“Kind of?” Jessica asked, “How often do you masturbate?”

“Like twice a day,” Bret said, and Jessica laughed.

“Twice a day!” She giggled heavily. “That’s a lot of jerking. Have you ever even fucked a girl?”

“Not yet,” Bret said, shy.

“What about you?” Jessica asked Danny.

“Yeah, I fucked a girl once,” he answers.

“I’ve fucked loads of guys,” Jessica admits, “They all go ga-ga over my tits. I love it when they cum all over them.”

Jessica looked down at both boys’ pants. They both were trying to cover their hard-ons.

“Am I turning you guys on?” she laughed, “You guys want to fuck me?”

“So much,” Danny replied, “You are so hot.”

“You acıbadem escort bayan ever jack off while thinking about me?” Jessica asked.

“Yeah, all the time,” Danny responded.

“Yeah, me too,” Bret said quietly.

“Well, boys,” Jessica said, smiling, “Let’s get those pants off then.”

Jessica walked over to the couch and slid down Danny’s body. She undid the belt and pulled down his pants.

“Damn!” she said, staring at his nine inch dick, “That is some serious cock! You’ve only been laid once?”

“Yeah,” Danny said proudly.

Jessica licked her lips. “I can’t wait to let you fuck me.”

She moved over to Bret.

“What about you, tiger? You want to fuck me, too?”

Bret nodded.

“Well, then, let’s hope your dick’s at least as big as your friend’s.”

She pulled down Bret’s pants and burst into laugher.

“Are you kidding me?” she said through giggles, pointing at his three inch dick, “That thing is TINY!”

Bret blushed heavily.

“I can’t let you fuck me with that thing,” she said, “I wouldn’t even be able to feel it. It’s just too small.”

Bret frowned and started to put his pants, but Jessica stopped him.

“You said you jerk it to me twice a day?” she said.

Bret nodded again.

“Well, I can at least let you do that.”

She took off her top and undid her bra, letting the two glorious mounds of flesh sway with her body. Bret’s eyes widend as she shoved his head into them.

“You like that?” she asked, “You like my terrific cleavage? Guys have cum in my cleavage all the time, and now your head is there.”

She pushed his head away and picked her 36DD bra off the floor.

“Here,” she said, handing him the bra, “I’m going to fuck your friend over there, who actually has a working penis. You can pump your tiny little junk into here while I fuck someone who isn’t a dickless loser.”

Jessica waltzed over to Bret, who was standing on the other side of the room, and slowliy slid off her skirt.

“Fuck bağdat caddesi escort bayan me,” she said to him, “I want you to make your friend over there wish he was you.”

Jessica leaned over the coffee table in front of Bret and laid down on it, her legs still touching the ground. Her tits were squished up against the glass, and Bret could see deep into her cleavage.

Danny took his dick and pushed it into her pussy, causing her to moan deeply. They were fucking doggy style, and Bret was sitting right in front of them. Danny started pumping.

“That feel great!” Jessica called back to Danny, then looked up at Bret.

“Ha, that thing really is tiny,” she said, her boobs swaying back in forth against the glass table, “I doubt you’ll ever get laid. You’ll just have to keep jerking off to girls like me. That’s the way things work. The big boys, the ones hung like your friend over there, they get to fuck, to be real men, and enjoy the pleasures of my huge tits. You have to sit there, and wank off like the loser you are.”

Bret was jerking off faster and faster now.

“It won’t take long until you cum. Watch, I’ll bet you cum twice before your friend does. Don’t worry, there’s enough in once cup of that bra to hold three loads. I have very large breasts, if you hadn’t noticed.”

Sure enough, Bret felt himself cumming. He held out the bra to his dick, and, inches from Jessica’s face, he spewed a load of thick, creamy jizz into the left cup of her bra. She laughed at him while he did it.

“Told you so. Though I was wrong, you sure cum a lot. You filled up whole cup!”

The bra was in his hand, full to the brim with his seed. He held it with his left hand and started jerking again with his right.

“Okay, pindick, I’ll give you a little reward. Since you proved me wrong by having such a huge amount of cum for such a small, worthless dick, I’ll let you cum in my face this time. Just let it go. I bet some will fall between my tits. You’ll like that, won’t you? kozyatağı escort bayan Then you can lick it off.”

Jessica’s words were exciting Bret, and it wasn’t long before he came again, this time all over Jessica’s face. She licked it greedily into her mouth, but a lot dripped down her chest and formed a huge bubble of semen in her cleavage.

She swished the jizz around in her mouth for awhile before spitting it on the floor.

“Yuck! It tastes like a loser dick. I guess that’s cause it came from one.”

From behind her, Danny, who has been fucking her vigoruly the whole time, announces, “I’m about to cum!”

“Sorry, loser, but I’m going to have to change your view.”

She got off the table, and bent down in front of Danny. He whipped his dick towards her face, and spewed all of his load into her tits. By the time he was done, there wasn’t a speck of flesh that wasn’t generously covered in the oozing white mixture.

“Shit,” Danny yelled, picking his clothes off the ground, “I gotta get home!” And Danny left.

“Guess that just leaves you and me, dickless,” Jessica said, moving over to Bret on the couch, “But I have to go soon too. I’m meeting up with the football team later and they all want me to suck them off before the game. But I don’t want to go looking like this, do I?” She picked up a glob of jizz off her chest and let it drip through her fingers into her mouth.

“Now that tastes like a real man’s jizz,” she announces, “Lick it all off me so I can get away from your tiny ugly penis.”

Bret leaped down and started lapping up all the liquid off her chest. She giggle maliciously and said, “Wow, I didn’t think you were this much of a loser. I mean, you have a tiny penis, but I didn’t realize you were desperate for tits enough to lick another man’s jizz off of them.”

Despite the words, Bret kept lapping up the mess on Jessica’s body. When he finished, her tits shined brightly from the mizzture of his saliva and the traces of jizz.

“She picked up her bra from the floor, still covered in Bret’s cum, and placed it on her chest, causing it to spill over the edges and dry on her breasts. She put her shirt on over this and recovered her skirt and panties from the floor.

“See you later, loser,” she said, walking to the door. She stopped and turned around again.

“On second though, come with me. I’ll find something for you to do there.” She laughed again.

Bret got dressed and followed her out the door.

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Kiss. Fuck. Come. Kiss. Fuck. Come. Every time was the exact same, like you could swap them out for each other. Kiss. Fuck. Come. No change, no experiments, no toys, no foreplay, no difference. Always the same position when we come, always the same predictable order. Not only predictable, but entirely routine. Kiss. Fuck. Come. The only differences ever arose when I was just too damn bored and couldn’t come, then he would and ask “what’s wrong?”.

“Nothing, just can’t right now,” I’d reply monotonous and excruciatingly unimpressed.

Most of the time I would have to work myself up with some raunchy porn I’d found, or creating exquisite scenes in my own mind to be able to climax with him. Fantasizing about big, muscular men tossing me around like a rag doll, having their way with me, treating every inch of my skin like it needed to be kissed and caressed before they could go any further. Then commanding me into various positions so he could see every part of me, every aspect of my sex. He’d tease and torture me with delicate touches, just lightly enough to deny my clit some pleasure, making me ache for even a tight pinch on my tingling nipples, a hard press on my throbbing clit, or even just the tip of his beautiful cock –

“ready for some, honey?” it broke the build like a clumsy kid kicking over blocks.

Kiss. Fuck. Come. Kiss. Fuck. Come.

Work was always a place where I could get a little inspiration, a little bit of character to add to my mental filmfest. I really did prefer when I could make myself come only using my own fantasies, it made me feel like I could submit and yet keep control at the same time. A sound intrigued me, I craned my neck to look down the hallway from my desk – Caroline’s footsteps, the sexy “teacher’s walk” of her high heels down the laminate flooring of the hallways, click-clack, click-clack. That sound always made me think of the teachers in high school I fantasized about during History; the young women who were the pinnacle of sexy. Not my true sexual preference, but so tantalizing, authoritative, overtly sexy in skirts and pantyhose, silk blouses and pumps. Doesn’t help that so much porn centres around teachers ‘disciplining’ their students.

She stopped halfway down the hallway to adjust her skirt and then balanced on one foot to try to make the other foot more comfortable in the anything-but-comfortable shoes she wore. Sometimes I thought most women were secretly submissive simply by the clothes they wore. Pants just a little too tight, blouses obviously restrictive, painful shoes that made all those around stare at their long, flexed legs. A constant reminder of secret restraint all day long. There was my fantasy for tonight. Just a little bit of bondage. A very little bit – because even the word makes me a little uncomfortable, but the attitude not the ridiculous clips and restraints, is the truly sexy aspect of kink. The focus and care of a dominant lover, the obedience of a submissive lover, both enjoying each other’s role so much they must practise restraint in order to build the orgasm slowly so it explodes in a fury of pleasure rather than a flaccid little spark.

Tonight would be the night, I would finally take some initiative and create some heat. I craved it, but always worried Marco would think I was a freak, or he would laugh at my need. I don’t care, I’m so wound up I feel like I could flood the office if I even touched myself. So long without a real orgasm, so long since Marco really made me wet all on his own. Tonight I would do it, I’ll buy a really sexy outfit on the way home, dress up like a high-class whore and see what his reaction is. Maybe I’ll show him my favourite porn to give him some ideas. ..

I opened the door swiftly despite my shopping bag and attaché case, expecting an empty house – but Marco was home. Strange, he never got home before me, even if I did do a quick shop on the way. His shoes were there, briefcase on the table, but no hello, no Marco visible. I walked upstairs slowly, quietly, kurtköy escort bayan as if I was expecting someone else to be there. I began to hear deep, quiet moans and the sound of the computer speakers from the bedroom. I cracked the door open silently and saw Marco sitting there stroking himself slowly watching porn. Wait, my porn, my female submissive porn! A man in black leather pants with a riding crop whipping a brunette’s already pink-streaked ass while she furiously sucked his cock from her handcuffed and kneeling position. My panties felt warm, I felt like my pussy could see what my eyes were seeing. I didn’t know what to do – I didn’t want to interrupt and embarrass him, he was enjoying the thing I’ve yearned for! I silently backed away and crept down to the main floor bathroom. I quickly stripped and put on the corset. I still had some very sexy black panties on, so I just touched up my make-up and looked at the sexpot I had transformed into. Black pumps, thigh-high stockings from my work outfit, lacy black panties and that hot corset that pushed my tits right up. I began to walk upstairs and I heard rustling as Marco was nervously trying to change the screen on the computer and put his still very erect dick back in his pants.

I pushed the door open and suddenly a voice I’d never heard before escaped my throat. “Please don’t put away your cock, I was hoping I’d be rewarded with it soon”. It was low and gravelly, but hummed like silk against naked skin. Marco’s jaw dropped, he ignored the computer and his still unzipped fly and stared unabashedly at this woman who had replaced his wife.

“I had no idea – do you dress like this often?” He asked, still perplexed, but slowly starting to stir.

“I’ve been so desperate to show you what I need” I responded, some of my voice returning, but still low and soft. “I want to be that brunette you were just watching”.

“I thought you would think I was a horrible man who wanted to beat you, I could never tell you how much I wanted to dominate you, but, I mean, your history with women’s lib is a little intimidating” he confessed. It came from his heart, but was as exciting as it was sensitive.

“I know, I thought the same thing – I felt like a hypocrite” I whispered, then looked up and locked eyes with him “but I love you, I want you, I trust you, and I want to submit to you”

That was all he needed, just hearing the word ‘submit’ made him stand up and walk over to me.

He squeezed around my chin with his strong hand, pressing my cheeks and lips together, holding my head in his grip. His other hand slowly traced down my breasts, down my waist and hips to squeeze my ass tightly. My eyes closed and the first throb in my crotch pulsed. Then with both hands he pulled my corset down just a few inches so that my tits just sat on top of it, exposed and perched. He just stared at me, he didn’t kiss me but simply analyzed every feature of my face like he had never seen them before. Suddenly he grabbed both nipples at the same time, squeezing so hard I let out a little squeal like a dog whose tail has been stepped on. He pulled me over to the bed by my now diamond cutter nipples, they were screaming in agony while my mind was drowning in bliss. He pulled down on them, at first I just stood there taking the pain with the pleasure, until he pulled hard enough to make me realize I was to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I want to know how badly you want to come” he said in a voice that had lost it’s soft, sensitive tone. “Show me how much you want my cock inside you”

I could explode right there for this new Marco I had never met before. It felt like first time sex with a new lover, so exciting, surprising and new. I could see his crotch bulging through his jeans, still unzipped, imagining how desperate he must be because of my interruption. He undid his belt and wrapped it around my wrists behind my back.

“No hands, no help, no touching yourself,” he beykoz escort bayan commanded and pressed his hips toward my face. Immediately I began biting at his jeans, I finally got the right part around the button and pulled them open with my teeth. He slid them down and revealed his large, tan rod. I opened my mouth and delicately kissed the tip, tonguing the soft skin where the head meets shaft. This caused a low groan of pleasure to escape Marco’s throat. Then like a horny teenager I began to suck and lick the tip harder, French kissing with the head of his quivering cock, which responded to nearly every movement. After a moment, Marco grew weary of this teasing and thrust the entire shaft in my mouth and down my throat.

“I do the teasing here. I control – you obey” Marco said as he held my head with both hands, twisting his fingers through my hair and pumping his cock in my mouth. I could barely breathe, I took gasps of air when I could, concentrating on keeping my lips tight around him. Suddenly he thrust as far as he could down my throat and commanded again.

“Look up at me, slut”. Another throb in my crotch, why did I love to be abused so?

A mumbled “Yes, Sir” barely escaped my lips still encircling him. Now he stopped moving and forced me to look at him while I desperately tried to keep him in my mouth, working without hands and attempting to suck his cock with all my might. I could tell he was close to coming, and I worked furiously to bring him there. I moaned with him, grinding my hips into the bed, trying desperately to bring some satisfaction to my throbbing clit, I could feel my panties soaking through the longer I held his cock in my mouth. Finally I felt the shudders, Marco grabbed my head and erupted in my mouth. Hot, sweet, salty bliss filling my mouth. He kept himself fully in my mouth until the last spasms of his orgasm had faded. Only then was I allowed to swallow. I usually hated it, but today…

“On your knees, you filthy whore,” a tinge of relief mixed with assertive anticipation in his deep, growling voice. I obeyed, facing away from him with my ass and dripping wet pussy arched up towards him awaiting whatever painful delight is to come. I felt both his hands stroke up my legs from my bent knees to my round ass where he grabbed both sides of my panties and ripped them down, loosely tying my knees together. I could feel the cold air shock my wet sex, feeling the oozing wetness sliding down towards my clit, swollen and red. Without warning, a firm smack on my right ass cheek made me flinch, I could feel blood rush to the area.

“how badly do you want my cock?” He asked “I haven’t gotten a very good answer yet”

“I crave your cock, I want you deep inside me, please fuck me Sir,” I responded in the same gravelly tone, but softer, quieter.

“I don’t believe you,” was his response with another quick spank to same area. “your mouth wants my cock, but your pussy hasn’t convinced me. Put your face on the bed, and I don’t want to hear another sound from you until I permit it,”.

I could barely believe what I was hearing, my mind raced back to earlier today in my infinite boredom and gazes at Caroline’s legs and now here I was with my ass in the air, face awkwardly pressed against the bed, hands belted behind my back and obeying orders from my now dominant master– I was in sexual heaven.

I could feel his fingers rough from work, sliding up and down my slit, soaking in my wetness, enjoying every flinch when he touched the delicate underside of my clit, now pointed up and ready for his torment. Then three fingers without coaxing or warning thrust inside me and I almost cried out in pleasure. Knowing I was forbidden from making any sound was almost as difficult as lying in this uncomfortable position. He fucked my aching sex with his fingers, pounding me until I was almost sore. Then he stopped and pulled out, reaching his hand around and stuffing the fingers in my mouth üsküdar escort bayan where I instinctively sucked every bit of my juice from them. I licked between his fingers and sucked each one like my pleasure depended on it, but then just the littlest moan escaped my throat. As soon as he heard my little noise he pulled his hand from my face and spanked me 5 times – hard. Each felt harder than the previous.

“What did I tell you about your mouth?” He bellowed. I winced and stayed silent.

“Good little whore, I thought you would forget again and respond,” he moved back behind me and flipped me over with one strong single-armed toss. Now I lay on my back, with my hands still belted behind me. Marco reached underneath me, pressing his chest against mine and released my hands.

“Now you deserve a little reward for your obedience,” he said, smooth and seductively. He pushed himself up on his hands where I could soak in his muscular shoulders and chest which looked so different than before. He bit my nipples, each one hard and long pulling up until it ripped from his teeth and them moved to the other, repeating this blissful agony. Then he swiftly moved towards my sex, pushing both legs up toward my face. Then I could feel his hot breath on my sex, half ravaged from his fingers but still wet and hot. His whole mouth covered my sex. Tongue pushing inside me, his teeth pressed on my clit began singing in my mind for finally being attended to. Then he got to work. Doing nearly the same things I had done to his dick, he sucked and licked my clit slowly, but gaining ferocity. I felt the knots of orgasm begin to tie up in my stomach. I arched and rocked, staying as silent as I possibly could, just gasps of air without sound as I occasionally remembered to breathe. I grabbed around his hands, holding my legs and squeezed my nails into his hands, trying to displace some of the overwhelming pleasure filling my body. Marco sensed my climax approach and keeping his hands on my legs sprang his knees up to my hips and dove entirely inside me. I nearly screamed with every ounce of strength I had, but unable to handle Marco taking away this intense pleasure I bit my lips hard and simply took his cock. He pounded and pounded me, the bed smashed against the wall, and I was pushed back an inch every time our hips crashed together. That was it, I felt electricity through my limbs and saw intense flashes of colour behind my closed eyes as my body yearned to cry out in incredible moaning thanks. The intensity of building at its peak, with one hard thrust I came. Pushed over the edge, wave after wave of intense orgasm pulsed through my veins, with each thrust of his cock, I felt more of my come gush out from between our bodies. Marco was groaning loudly, digging his fingers into my thighs fucking me harder and harder. He could feel me begin to relax as my orgasm subsided, and the reality of this moment set in again. Now the pleasure was all his, he stretched my legs apart and bent down on top of me. Beads of sweat rolled off his shoulders onto my chest as he fucked me, not so furiously now, but rhythmic and intent.

He was building towards his own climax. I clenched my pussy tight around him then relaxed and immediately enjoyed his reaction. Again I clenched and saw the effect in his body. His elbows tried to buckle, but each time he harnessed the strength to continue. Without warning I felt his hands slide beneath my back and pull me from the soft covers. In a flash I was suddenly straddling his hips as he lay back on the bed, sweating and moaning under his breath. As I gained my spatial senses, I moved my hands to his chest and pressed my fingertips into his muscle; rocking back and forth I began to ride him. At first just movements back and forth, round and round, but then his shell of control began to break as I could sense him reach closer towards his own climax. I leaned forward, grazing my lips across his and began to use my body as an instrument for his pleasure. I sheathed and unsheathed him from me, as he found his orgasm, vibrating and quivering he filled me with spasm after spasm of his pleasure, I could feel the force of it filling me. Still joined as one we embraced, heaving and panting, kissing and enjoying the aftermath of pleasure still pumping through us.

For the first time we both enjoyed truly each other. We had found and served each other’s need.

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