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Dedicated with love and loyalty to my Master, Sir Maxim Brynn.

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The afternoon sun creeping across the quilt, from the bottom of the bed up to her sleepy face, caused her to stir. Her hand batted at the bedside table until she felt the cell phone in her grasp. Opening just one eye, she peered at the time. Two pm…she jumped out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom with thoughts of her Master’s arrival swirling in her mind. Standing under the hot stream of water as she worked the vanilla scented shampoo through her long thick tresses, she imagined him there with her. Closing her eyes to picture him more clearly, she saw him standing naked before her with the soap in hand. The trembling girl could almost feel his strong hands, well lathered, gliding over her ample breasts. She moaned softly as her Master in her mind turned his slippery thumb in circles round her hardening nipples. Opening her eyes to look down at her peaks, she was not surprised to find them hard, perky and pointing outward. The affect he had on her was intense at all times. Even the thought of him aroused her fully and made her yearn to drop to her knees.

“Soon” she thought “very soon, my beloved Master will be here.” Toweling off, she avoided more than a pat between her legs with the terry cloth, not wanting to make herself more excited before he arrived. He wished her orgasms to be for him. Sometimes, he let her have the freedom to cum without him. She’d found though that she never enjoyed it nearly as well without him. Besides, her Master was a good man, the best she’d ever known. He deserved to have her all. Every little moan and whimper should be for the man who commanded and inspired her lust. As she pinned the little braids to the back of her hair, she heard the car pull into the driveway. A little whimper escaped her lips. Every inch of her body suddenly became weak and hot. Between her legs the delicious familiar ache intensified, accompanied by a rush of heat. The ringing phone on the bathroom counter startled her. She looked from the phone, to her sexy little strappy outfit, back to the phone. “It must be him” she thought, reaching quickly for the phone. Seeing his face on the screen, she grinned, rocking on her heels like an excited girl getting a call from her crush.

“Hello, Master!” The joy in her voice could not be contained.

“Bitch, are you dressed?” He growled into the phone.

“N-no, Master. I’ve washed, but I hadn’t dressed yet.”

“My sweet sexy bitch is completely naked in there?” His thick southern drawl and obvious pleasure at finding that she hadn’t covered herself yet brought her quickly back to her smiling excited state. “Bitch, MY bitch…come to the window. Bring your toys.”

Snatching the little box from the stand beside her bed, she rushed obediently to the window while popping her ear buds into the phone to keep both hands free to do his bidding. For a brief second the word “neighbors” popped into her mind. She quickly shoved it aside. What Master wishes, Master gets. If that seriously old man across the street is peeking, so be it. Pushing the curtains aside, she looked down toward his car below. She could just barely see the outline of her gorgeous Master at this distance but his voice was clear in her ears.

“There’s my beautiful bitch. Clothespins, precious girl..one on each nipple.”

“Yes, Master” his girl eagerly reached into her box of toys, grabbing batman escort two blue pins. Without hesitation, she clamped them fully round each nipple, gasping loudly. “Like that, Master?” She gasped, her nipples tingling and burning hot.

“Good girl.” The pleasure in his voice immediately made her clit throb. “Now, another on each side of each nipple, on the areola. Use the white ones.” Her hand thrust quickly back into the box, gathering four white clothespins. Not for one second did she concern herself with why he wanted white. He did. That was enough to know. Clasping each pin hard onto a good bit of the pink bumpy flesh, she looked down to the car again, smiling as sweetly as ever at him.

“What a good bitch, you are.” His voice was low, deep and lusty. She thought her knees would betray her. Somehow, trembling as she was, she managed to stay standing. “Whore, stand on your little stool. I want to see your cunt.” This time, she did briefly think about the old man across the road, but only for a split second. Using her foot to drag the little stool over so her Master would still see her at all times, she stepped up onto it, flashing the world a view of her smooth freshly shaved mound. She’d left the little strip over her slit as her Master preferred. “Mmmmmm, my sexy bitch. Who’s whore are you?”

“Master,” she positively cooed, “I am your dirty little whore, only yours.” She smiled, seeing the vague outline of his body shift behind the car window as he seemed to sit up proudly. “Yours Master, your bitch, your whore, your hungry cum slut.” The last she followed with a lick of her lips. He could see her perfectly. She knew this well. A set of binoculars had been given to him as a gift by his sub for just such occasions. Standing in the window with his hungry eyes upon her, she felt beautiful and bold. Knowing he would appreciate it, she cupped her tits in her hands, lifting them up.

“Sweet bitch. Are you always thinking of how to make your Master happy?”

“Yes, Master, always.” She smiled again.

“And…why do you do this?” He asked.

“You are my sun and my stars, Master. You are the center of my universe. Your pleasure, is my pleasure. All that I am, truly, belongs to you.” She heard him groan, a deliciously pleased and aroused groan that set her body tingling with desire. “How may I please you now, beloved Master?”

“Rub your clit for me, whore. Nice and slow.”

“Yes Master, as you wish, Master.” Slipping her hand slowly down over her abdomen, then cupping her mound, she pressed one finger between her folds, rubbing in soft circles round and round her aching little button. She whimpered repeatedly, with ragged breathing into the phone.

“Harder, slut, you work that cunt HARDER. I want your little toy inside you too and turn it on…NOW BITCH.”

His raised strong voice made her eager to follow his commands quickly. “YES MASTER!” She screamed, moaning with intense pleasure as she thrust the three inch rubbery purple vibrator into her slick folds, clicking the end with one finger to turn it on. She rubbed her throbbing clit furiously with the moistened fingertips of her other hand. Below her, from inside the car, her Master rubbed his hard cock slowly through his pants, watching her face distort as her arousal grew and grew.

“STOP!” He barked the command into her mind through the ear buds. Immediately yalova escort ceasing, she gave a mournful little whimper but offered no protest. “Good girl, that’s my sweet bitch.” He praised. “Now, go stand by the bed. Remove the clothes pins. I want you to bend over, hands on the mattress, legs apart, ass aimed at the door. You will NOT touch. You will NOT MOVE, not a fucking inch. Do you understand me whore?”

Already halfway to the bed to do as instructed, she spoke softly ‘Yes, Master. I understand you.’Positioning herself, she heard the line go silent. The minutes ticked away. Five, ten, fifteen. She did not move. With the silence, her mind began to wander. She imagined his delicious cock in front of her face, hard and proud. Her eyes closed and her tongue passed over her lips. A wall of cool air hit her between the legs as the door opened and closed, almost inaudibly. Oh how she wanted to turn her head to look at him, but she stayed completely still except for the trembling of her legs. Again, she waited for what seemed an eternity. The long low moan had almost entirely escaped her lips before her brain registered the tongue pushing between her drenched folds. She fought to keep her body positioned exactly as he’d commanded. The desire to push back against his face was overwhelming. With every thrust of his tongue into her aching cunt, his soft silky hair brushed her ass cheeks. Her whimpers became more and more needful, to the point of crazed. At the moment her pleasure built to a devastatingly high peak, the tongue was gone. She waited, dripping, throbbing, aching with desire…and waited…and waited. The door behind her opened and closed with a click. She was so very tempted to stretch her legs, but held herself still.

It happened all at once. The sharp crack of his hand across her ass echoed through the room and burned her flesh. In the same moment, his cock drove deep into her silky wet folds. She bit into her lip, tossing her head back and squeezing her self tight around him. His fingers in her hair, pulling her roughly back toward him, had been anticipated. God, she wanted to look at him. Again, his hand cracked across her ass on the other side. Each slap seemed to match the thrusts of his cock…faster…harder…mmmmmmmmm harder. She whimpered hard at the delicious feeling of his full balls slapping against her as he pounded away.

“Master” she cried out frantically “Master please, please may I cum?”

His reply was to pull his cock free, grabbing her by the hips to toss her over onto her back. He lifted her feet onto his shoulders. Tilting her head down, she found herself licking her lips at the vision of his proud hard cock, glistening with her juices, before it disappeared back into her, filling her sweetly as he rocked gently in and out. With one hand he reached down to cup her breast, kneading the flesh roughly. His fingers pinched her nipple, twisting it roughly to the right and pulling it outward at the same time. She gasped, the tender pink flesh still burning from the clothespins earlier. Moving his hand to her other tit, with an even harder grip and twist, he slipped the fingers of his free hand between her lower lips to pinch her clit gently between his fingers. Pushing his shaft all the way inside her, continuing to assault her tits, he growled at her “Whose bitch are you?”

“Your bitch, Master. I am yours.” She managed to whimper the words ordu escort out.

The tortured look in her big blue eyes only fueled his desire to keep her on edge. “Tell me all of it, whore. Every word.” He demanded sternly, as his fingers began to rub her clit fast in circles that rose her arousal level to critical heights.

She squeezed her hot velvety folds tight around his cock, gasping loudly when he hit her in just the right spot with his swollen head. “M-Master…I am your devoted bitch. I am your dirty filthy whore.” He slapped both her tits hard when she paused, eliciting a gasp from her lips. “.your whore, my lord Master..and…and mmmmmmmmmm your hungry little cum slut.” She licked her lips deliberately, gazing into her eyes with the faintest smile on her pink glossed lips. Another wave of molten heat flowed through her, washing over her Master’s cock as she said the words to him. Wriggling beneath him she begged once more “Please…please MASTER PLEASE…let your whore cum, oh please, I want to cum on your cock Master, Master, Master…” He adored hearing her near delirious pleas for release.

Grabbing her hard nipples, one in each hand, he yanked and twisted them cruelly, pulling them up so hard he nearly lifted her torso off the mattress. “Bitch…”

“Yes, Master?” she sounded so hopeful.

“You’re so pretty baby.” His voice was full of love with a good dose of amusement. “Bitch?”

“Yes…Master?” Bless her, there was still hope in her eager reply.

“I love you my precious girl. Bitch?”

Releasing and squeezing herself around him, over and over, she gave him her sweetest smile. “Yes, my lord Master?”

Cupping her ass cheeks with his hands, he lifted her up tight against him. “Bitch, CUM!”

The sweet ache between her thighs exploded instantly. Her cum gushed around him spilling out onto her inner thighs as her orgasm rippled down the length of his throbbing shaft. She writhed, bucked and whimpered “Master…Master…mmmmmmmmmm Master.” He wanted to cum in that volatile little cunt of hers but he’d already decided to give her her favorite reward for her good behavior. As she settled back onto the bed, still gasping for a hold on reality and catching her breath, he withdrew. “You know what I want, slut.”

“Master, yes Sir, Master” she turned her body round, lying on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the bed. Looking up, she watched eagerly as his cock, still glazed with her nectar, descended to her lips. He held the back of her head in his hands, and drove his cock into her throat. He held himself there until she finally gagged, then fucked her face nearly as hard as he’d fucked her cunt. Her tongue danced around and along his shaft desperately as it slid in and out, in and out. Her hands raised to her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples for him. Deep hungry moans raised up in her throat, vibrating his cock. She felt him throbbing against her tongue.

“Does my slut want to drink her Master’s seed?” he growled again.

With her mouth full of his length, she could only manage “mmmhmm! Mmmmmm”

He pushed forward, burying the seeping head in her throat. With a primal roar that filled the room, he exploded. Her lips closed tight around him to hold every precious drop safely in her mouth. She cooed again, humming and whimpering, drinking him up with her eyes closed and a blissful expression on her face. His fingers caressed her cheeks as he slid himself free of her lips once more. She’d done a wonderful job of sucking him clean. “Aren’t you a good bitch?” He asked as he lay down beside her, pulling her onto his chest. She smiled, laying her head on his shoulder. “I love you, my precious bitch.”

“I love you, Master.”

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I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I stood there, looking at the cell phone. Naked. Scared. And aroused.

A stranger was going to knock on this motel door any moment now. A stranger, and I was going to let him have my mouth, my pussy, my ass. No condoms. Nothing. I will do whatever he asks. I will do it because that is what Daniel wants. And, it was turning out, that whatever Daniel wants was what I wanted too.

I was giving—no, I had given myself to Daniel and I felt more alive than ever. No more dreary job, boring friends, boring life. I was doing something. Really doing something. I felt the gritty carpet on my bare feet. I felt a bit of a chill. I went to the bathroom to quickly clean myself up.

There was a quiet knock on the door. I walked over, naked. I put my hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and opened it.

The man stared at me for a moment, and then he stepped inside. I closed the door behind him and before I could turn around his hand was on my ass. He gave me a good squeeze.

“That’s nice honey. I like a woman who looks like a real woman.” He gave me another squeeze. “Your boss, he ah, he told you what I want.”

I turned around and looked him in the eye. “Yes sir, he did.”

“Good, your boss told me you were very obedient.”

“Yes sir.”

“Good.”

Once again, it was easier once I got started. He looked me up and down, slowly. I sank down to my knees in front of him. I was looking straight karabük escort ahead at the bulge in his pants.

“Go ahead honey.”

I reached forward and rubbed his cock through his pants. I could feel it hardening. It wasn’t all the way there yet. I undid his belt and opened his pants. I rubbed him through his briefs. He was getting much harder now. I started to pull down his pants, but the man stopped me.

“Just a sec, hon. Let me make this easier.” And he walked over and sat down on the bed. He took of his shoes and socks. Soon he was naked. He was in his forties. He had a bit of a gut and he was a little soft all over. It was a funny contrast to his penis poking up from his lap. He lay back on the bed, but he kept his feet on the ground. “Come here honey, kneel between my legs and lick my balls.”

I walked over, knelt between his legs, and started to lick his soft, fuzzy little balls. It tickled. This was kind of fun.

“Take them in your mouth.”

I did. He liked that.

“Now I want you to rub me with those titties of yours. Rub my cock with them.”

I rised up, put my hands on the bed and slowly ran my tits along his cock. I could see a little trail of precum on my left breast. He reached down and grabbed my tits. He started to squeeze harder.

“These are nice.” He kept squeezing. This was hurting. “Does that hurt hon? I hope it hurts a little. You’re real nice, osmaniye escort but I like ‘em to be a little scared of me.”

With that he let go of my breasts, grabbed the back of my head and jammed me down on his cock. It plunged into my mouth. I choked a little. Then I caught my breath. He kept pumping my head up and down. Then he threw my face off of him and he grabbed my thigh. “Let’s see what you got babe.” He pulled my leg over his face and now I was straddling him with my hands on the bed beside his knees. He plunged his face up into my pussy. I could feel his whiskers scratching my thighs. He licked frantically. A couple of times his chin would bump up into my clit, and that felt good, but mostly I felt a bit silly squatting there. I kept thinking of the previous guy’s come. I hope I washed well enough.

Then he started licking my ass. That felt good and I leaned back into him. He stuck his tongue right in. I liked it. He grabbed my hips and started pumping me in and out. I reached down and grabbed his cock, but he immediately pulled my hand away. He kept pumping me on his face.

Next he put both hands on my ass and slid me down so that I was straddling his cock. He slipped easily inside me. I started pumping up and down. One of his thumbs pushed at my anus, and then popped inside as I rode him. It felt good. I felt hot.

Then he slipped his other thumb inside my ass. That was a tighter marmaris escort fit, but I still liked it. I kept riding him. He began to really pull my ass apart with his thumbs. I grunted and slowed down.

“Keep it up babe. Your ass is mine. Isn’t it?” He pulled a little harder.

I grunted. “Yes sir.” I kept fucking him.

After a bit of this he pushed me forward. I fell right of the edge of the bed. He stood up over me. “Don’t move bitch. Here I come.” My ass was sticking up, my face was pressed on the ground.

He grabbed my hips and pushed his cock against my ass. My anus tightened, resisting him. He couldn’t get inside. He pulled back and slammed into my pussy once, twice, three times. His next stroke hit my anus hard. He blasted in. I screamed. I couldn’t breath. I felt like I was bleeding. There were tears in my eyes. I could feel his pelvis hitting my butt, but my anus was white pain. I didn’t know what was happening. I moaned into the carpet, I was drooling and crying. He didn’t stop.

“Scared bitch?” He seemed on top of the world.

He kept pumping. The pain receded and I could now feel him moving inside me. I felt like I was ripped up and bleeding. But he was now moving freely, the pain didn’t get worse.

He stopped. He pulled out. I kept my head down.

“Okay bitch. Come here and take it. Come here!” He was going to cum any moment.

I raised my head and looked around. I couldn’t believe that there wasn’t any blood on his penis. I leaned forward and licked the head.

He grabbed my head and thrust in all the away. I could feel his cum. I was choking. He kept pumping and pumping.

Then he stopped. He pulled his soft penis out of my mouth and dragged it all over my face.

“Lick it clean for me hon.”

I did.

He got dressed and left.

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Authors Note: This is the revised third chapter of a previously submitted four chapter original series.

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The next morning I was suddenly awoken from my sleep by a hand forcibly grabbing me by my hair and by another grasping my right arm and strongly twisting it behind my back. Before I even knew what was happening, I was being dragged from the tiny room in which I had spent the night to find myself back in my Master’s bedroom. He then forcibly bent me over the side of his bed. Both my wrists were quickly secured behind my back using the leather wrist cuffs I still wore. Then Master spoke in an angry voice.

“When I tell to wait until I come for you I expect to find you on your knees waiting for me. Not still lying down asleep. You shall now be punished for this display of disobedience.”

It was then I felt the first hard slap of the crop on my right ass cheek, then followed quickly by another on my left and still another hard slap. Soon both my cheeks were reeling in pain from Master striping my ass. He easily landed ten to twelve heavy blows to each of my two ass cheeks. I knew from the pain that I felt it would not be able to easily sit without feeling some pain for several days.

When Master was finished with my punishment, my wrists were released. He then pulled me up to my feet by harshly pulling on my hair.

“Stand in the middle of the room. Do not speak,” Master said in the harshest voice I think I that have ever heard.

I stood as directed before Master again spoke to me.

“You have very much disappointed me this morning. Just last night I thought that you showed great promise. Yet you failed to be properly waiting for your Master this very morning as you were instructed to be just last night. For that reason you have been punished.”

Master continued to pace the room in front of me still holding the crop. Then he began speaking again.

“I will be going out this morning for several hours. When I return I expect to find you this time properly kneeling in the foyer awaiting my return. While I am gone feel free to remain within the house. You are free to use the bathroom if you have the need over there,” he said pointing to the door on the opposite side of the room. “If you are hungry help yourself to any food in the kitchen and fix anything that you find there. If you chose to leave you will find that all of your belongings are still in the closet below the stairs. The key to the lock around your neck is still on top of my desk. If I find that you are gone when I return I will not contact you again. If you decide to still be here I will expect that cunt of yours to be freshly clean shaven. From now on I will expect you to perform that task at a minimum of at least once every other day.”

With those words Master tossed the crop onto the bed and walked out of the room leaving me standing naked in the room. I stood there in the center of the room still reeling from the experience of the last few moments trying to decide exactly what I should next do. It took several more minutes of me just standing there before the realization of what had just happened began to sink in. I had been purposely set up for failure. The tiny room in which I slept had no windows to let in any morning light. There was only a single small mattress on the floor and a blanket. And without a clock or any other way of knowing the time I had no way of knowing it was even morning yet. And finally even if I had been given a way to tell time Master gave no specific time for which I was to expect him to come for me. It was then that another realization came to light. My new Master would not be making this easy for me. And his telling me that he was going to be gone again for several hours, but again not giving a specific time for his return meant that I was expected to be kneeling in the foyer for at least a couple of hours waiting patiently on my knees for his return. That would be an experience which I was not looking forward to.

I also realized that he was still testing my willingness. By telling me that all my belongings were still in the closet downstairs and I was free to leave if I made the decision to longer desire to be his submissive. I could just go and all this would be over. I knew I had some decisions to make. And with Master being gone for a while it gave me only a few hours in which to make them. But first there were some other things that needed my immediate attention to be taking care of. So I headed off towards the bathroom.

Looking at myself in the mirror I could see the results of last night’s handy work on my breasts. They were still very sore and swollen. The tops were red and slightly bruised. Turning to see my ass it had also turned to red and was quite sore. I started to search for some cream or ointment to rub onto my abused flesh and did not have to look very hard. There was a small bottle of analgesic ointment sitting right on top of the bathroom counter. I very liberally began rubbing it into my battered breasts and ass cheeks.

Once done fethiye escort in the bathroom I made my way down stairs to the kitchen. At first I was a somewhat self-conscious about walking around a strange home completely naked, but I soon overcame that feeling. If I decided to continue with this journey I knew this would be something I would probably be doing quite often in the future. As I passed by the closet under the stairs I paused for a moment to think about my decision. Should I just take my belongings and go or was I still very committed to see this entire weekend through. Opening the closet I stared at my belongs still hanging there, but I could not bring myself to reach out for them. I just continued to stare at them for a moment like I as looking at my former life. With my decision made I closed the closet door. I found the kitchen to be very well equipped with several high end appliances and stocked with just about every little handy gadget a person would want in a kitchen. Just off of the kitchen there was a small breakfast nook and a formal dining room just beyond that. I could easily see myself cooking some incredible meals for my Master here in the very near future. For now I just found some fruit, juice, and toast to satisfy my hunger for a while.

After eating I decided that it would be very wise for me to find out a little bit more information about my Master. Even though we had spent several weeks communicating via email before we actually met I had come to realized that I really knew very little about this man I was giving myself to. So I decided to spend at little time looking around his home. Now I had never considered myself to be a snoop in the past, but I felt it was important that I try and learn a little more about the person I was hoping to give most of the control of my life to. So back upstairs I went with feelings of self-consciousness about the fact I was walking about a strange house nearly completely naked accept for leather wrist and ankle cuffs and a chain still locked around my neck now completely gone.

I began by looking around the octagonal room I was first brought into the previous night. My first curiosity was why this room had such an unusual shape. Upon closer inspection of each of the walls that were placed where the corners of a regular room should have been I discovered that each was really a door concealed into the wall. So there were really four secret small rooms that where adjacent to this oddly shaped room. Not surprisingly I found all of the doors to these secret rooms locked.

Next I went back into the master bedroom next door. My first stop was a closer examination of the small room I had spent the night in total darkness within. The room was very small. No more than about five by seven feet. The walls were painted black. What I thought had been a mattress that I had slept on was in fact really a large dog bed. My first thought was of how humiliating it was to have been made to sleep on a dog bed. But then remembered I had told my Master he was free to humiliate me.

After exiting that small room that was most likely once a walk in closet for the bedroom I began to explore the rest of the bedroom. The first placed I checked was under the bed remembering my first encounter with the man who had become my Master. Unfortunately for me nothing of real interest was to be found under the bed, just a few seasonal clothing items in under bed storage containers. The drawers in the dresser also proved to only contain clothing and other personal items. The only piece of furniture that held any real mystery was a large steamer trunk place at the foot of the bed. Of course, it too was locked.

There were four other doors to rooms on the upper floor. I tried each one and not to any real surprise again I found them all to be locked. So I headed back downstairs to continue my search for answers about my new Master.

The ground floor consisted mainly of four rooms. There was a kitchen which I had already scene, a formal dining room, a living room, and my Master’s office. The kitchen and dining room didn’t interest me so a first started in the living room. There was lots of furniture and places to sit. There were two large sofas that faced each other with a long table in between them and several other chairs scattered around the room. One wall had a very large fireplace. But overall the room just did not look like it was used very often and actually looked almost vacant for its size.

The office was a much different story. It was paneled in dark wood but still had a warm and cozy feel to it with a large fireplace on one wall. Also in the corner opposite the desk there stood a large grandfather clock. Looking through the desk I found all of the drawers to be locked and the computer on top to be password protected. The only thing of interest was the key to the chain around my neck lying right where Maser had left it. The walls were lined with built in book shelves. I expected to find mostly legal texts of alanya escort some type or another which I did find on one wall. But on the other walls I also found that my Master had a love for the classics. There were many books from authors I had either read or heard about in my college literature classes. There were books by Nathanial Hawthorne, Henry David Thoreau, Herman Melville, and Washington Irving were mixed in amongst the shelves. On other shelves books to be found included Mark Twain’s Tom Sawyer, James Fenimore Cooper’s Last of the Mohicans. There were also just as many non fiction titles as well such as Charles Darwin Origin of Species, and Adam Smith Wealth of Nations. And many others that I had heard of and many that I had never heard of. There were all different kinds of books on a wide range of topics from world history to politics to economics to natural science.

Looking at the large clock in the corner I realized that my Master had been gone now for almost three hours. He said that he would return in several hours. I decided that I would end my search for answers and get ready for Master’s return. Back upstairs I went to use the bathroom while I could and give my cunt a fresh shave. Then I would go to the kitchen to get a little more something to eat and then begin my waiting for Master’s return.

I waited kneeling on the hard wood floor of the entry foyer for over an hour before the door opened signaling my Master’s return.

As he walked past he just said, “Follow me upstairs.”

Once upstairs Master began to change out of the clothes he was wearing while I knelt on the floor in his bedroom. When he finished he said, “Go to the kitchen and make me some lunch, nothing fancy just a sandwich and something to drink. Then bring it to me in the office.”

Back down stairs to the kitchen I went. Looking though the refrigerator I found some sliced turkey and cheese. After making a sandwich and grabbing a can of soda from the refrigerator I returned to the office.

While Master ate I again knelt on the floor awaiting his instructions. When finished he said, “There are a couple of matters that need to be taking care of before we begin this afternoons training session. First you have requested that you be given a safe word. For that I have chosen ‘auburn’ the color of your hair. You are free to use it any time that you want whatever is happening at the moment to stop immediately. In the event that you are gagged at the time you are to shake your head ‘no’ repeatedly. For the second matter in your declaration you consented that I could give you a name if I so choose. I have decided to name you Pet, from now on you will answer only to that name whenever the two of us are alone or whenever you are wearing your collar once it has been returned to you. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And with your new name comes additional new rule. From now on when speaking you will only refer to yourself in the third person. Most importantly you are not allowed to use the personal pronouns ‘I’ or ‘me’. Is that understood.”

“Yes, Master.”

Then after a brief pause, “Remain here for one hour than come upstairs to find me.” Then Master left the office for the stairs.

For the next hour I waited on my knees thinking over the name my Master had chosen for me. Why Pet of all names? I kind of liked it but it was also a little humiliating. Then again I said I wanted humiliation.

After my hour of waiting was finished I ascended the stairs not sure what awaited me. Upstairs the only door that was open was the one to the octagonal shaped room. At the door way I waited.

“Pet, enter and stand there,” pointing again to a spot between the two columns where I had been secured the night before.

Inside the room there were several pieces of furniture that were not there last night. I guess I now know what was in those secret rooms. One piece I recognized from my research was a St. Andrew’s X-Cross. Another looked like a padded saw horse. A third was a padded bar about eight inches in diameter and close to six feet long supported about three feet above the floor. The padded table from last night was also still there. Laid neatly out on top of it were several items.

The objects on the table included a riding crop, a small and large flogger, and a leather paddle. There was also a very long piece of cotton rope coiled up, two metal clips connected by a short length of small chain, and three small weights. The last object looked like an extra large fish hook with a metal ball on the tip instead of a barb.

First my wrists were secured to the top ropes on either of both the two columns.

Then he took the long length of rope putting the two ends together then ran his hands down the length until reaching where the lengths of the two halves made a loop. He passed the loop behind me on my right side then passed the two ends on my left then though the loop made by the two halves so that he rope went around manavgat escort my entire chest just below my breasts. Next he wrapped the two ends three times around my chest below my breasts. Then three more times with the ropes crossing between my breasts in a figure eight pattern as he continued around my chest. Finally he wrapped the rope around the top of my breasts three times. Then he looped the rope around the center of my chest between my breasts pulling all the ropes wrapping around my chest tightly causing my breasts to squeeze together. Then he released my left arm and pulled it to my back and secured it behind me with one end of the rope, then repeated the process with the right arm. I was secured in such a way that if I tried to lower my arms it would just increase the pressure of the rope on my breasts. The result made my breasts stand out even more from my chest.

Next he picked up the short chain with the clips and attached one clip to my right nipple and the other to my left. Then he took the three small weights and attached one weight to each clip and the third he clipped to the chain in the middle. The result of the weights pulled my breasts down and together.

“Kneel down, Pet,” Master said.

Carefully I tried to lower myself to my knees without the use of my arms. It took a little effort but I was able to manage. Soon after I reach my kneeling position I heard.

“Pet, now stand up.”

I struggled at first to get a leg under me but once again with a little effort I was able to stand. Then I heard, “Pet, kneel.”

Master continued with having me kneel and stand without the use of my arms several times. After about the fifth time I was getting very good at it and it started to become much easier.

After several more repetitions of kneeling and then standing without the use of my arms it became quite easy. Then while standing I felt something very cold and hard pressing against my butt hole. Soon I felt it slide inside and my ass close around it.

“This is called an ass hook, Pet,” Master said.

Then I felt my arms being pulled down and pressure pushing up in to my bowels. Master had attached a rope to my arms behind my back to the ass hook and pulled it tight. The effect made me have to stand perfectly straight.

“Kneel, Pet.”

Once again I carefully tried to lower myself to my knees made much more difficult now.

Then once down on my knees, “Pet, Stand up.”

Master again repeated this five times until I could kneel and stand with little effort.

“Now walk around the perimeter of the room.”

Walking with a large metal hook in your ass is no easy task. The way that I was bound up forced me to walk with my back straight and my head held high. Each step had to be made slow and deliberate.

After several trips around the perimeter Master said, “Come back and stand in the center again.”

“That was very good. You should always walk like that. With your head held high. It shows that you are confident in who you are.”

When I returned to the center of the room, “Kneel and look up at your Master,” said David.

“Who are you?” He asked.

“My name is Pet.”

“Pet, who do you want to belong to?” said Master David.

“I want to belong to you, Master David.”

“Are willing to give yourself to him freely?”

“Yes, Master David.”

“Then show me.”

Master opened his zipper and reached a hand in and removed his cock. Opening my mouth wide I took as much of his shaft into my mouth as I could. Closing my lips around the shaft I began sliding my mouth up and down the shaft faster and faster. With my arms still bound behind me all I could do was bob my head back and forth. Soon it became easiest to bend at the waist moving my whole upper body at the waist as my lips and tongue coated my Master’s cock. Soon Master was grasping the back of my head forcing his cock in and out of my mouth. He was fucking my mouth with his cock. In and out he plunged it until I was almost gagging on it before he finally began to come and filled my mouth with his semen. He then withdrew slowly from my mouth as I swallowed his load and then began licking and cleaning the shaft with my tongue. Making sure that not a drop was left to spare.

“Remain here. Do not leave this room. I will be back shortly,” Master said as he re-zipped his pants and left the room.

Master returned several minutes later.

“Pet, stand up.”

Once I was standing Master began removing my bindings. First the ass hook was removed then the weights and nipple clips. Then the wrist and ankle cuffs I had worn since last night came off. The rope wrapping around my breasts was removed last. All that was left was the chain around my neck.

“Pet, follow me,” Master said as he exited the room towards the master bedroom next door.

Once in the room I was told to stand in the center of the room. Lying on top of the steamer trunk at the end of the bed was a very peculiar looking object. It resembled a strap-on but for the phallus there was a butt plug slightly larger than the one I had inserted into me the previous night. What made it strange was that the plug was pointing in not out. Lying next to it on the bed were three additional plugs. Each one was slightly larger than the next. It only took me a second to realize what it was for.

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When he awoke the next day, Roxie had left, the stain on his sheets and a faint trace of her musk the only evidence she had been there. And, he noticed, when he pulled back the covers, several of her red hairs. The euphoria he had felt as they were making love came back to him. He was smiling in spite of his lack of sleep. Looking at the clock he saw he was going to cut it close. He rushed through his closet, pulling out a comfortable ensemble, picked a couple of extra-special pieces of underwear (Lyssa had included a special note to him when she sent them, suggesting he had inspired her design) and practically ran down the hall to the bathroom. It didn’t occur to him, until he walked in, that he had slept in the nude, again, only last night he seemed to have been okay. When he rounded the corner into the doorway of the bathroom, he saw the usual assortment of hall-mates getting ready.

“Hey! Chester! How are you today?” It was Corrine, sitting at her vanity, arranging her hair. He stared at her, seeing her breasts and comparing them to Roxie’s.

“Hi Chester. We missed you last night.” June smiled at him knowingly. He blushed, thinking about how he had spent the evening and worried she might get jealous. She turned to face him, opening her legs to show her shaved pudenda, her lips a deeper shade of pink than the surrounding skin.

He nodded to everyone, mumbling a good morning and quickly hopped in the shower to get ready. Roxie’s smell immediately hit his nose with the steam rising off his body. He grabbed the soap and scrubbed. He’d be so embarrassed if one of the other women smelled it on him.

“Oh, he was with me last night,” he overheard Roxie telling the others. He couldn’t make out much more, but his face was burning. “It was a big night for him.” He thought he heard giggling, but he couldn’t be certain. Why was she doing that? It was a special night!

Before he could react any further, the curtain was pulled back and Corrine, June and Roxie were standing outside looking at him.

“Is that true, Chester? Did you and Roxie roll in the hay last night?”

He stared at Corrine, nodding his head slightly, unable to answer.

“And it was your first?” June looked curious.

He nodded again, his hands trying to wash the soap off his peter.

“Awww, I would have wanted to be his first. Damn, Roxie!” June slapped her on the ass playfully.

“Well, I’m sure there’s always tonight, girls.” Roxie turned back to her station, looking over her shoulder with a wicked grin. “I’m absolutely sure Chester will be up for it.” She wagged her butt at them all and turned the corner.

“That’s fantastic, Chester. I’m so happy for you. Remember what I said the other night, though. Any time. Really.” June looked down at his groin and blew his penis a kiss before she turned to leave.

“So,” Corrine narrowed her eyes. “It seems I’m being left out of the night-time fun and games. There’s a few things I could show you…or perhaps there’s something you’d like to show me?”

He had no idea what she was talking about, but nodded and smiled. He didn’t want to be on anyone’s bad side. The feeling he had waking up, the image of Roxie’s face as she climaxed, he wanted all of that. The thought he might get it with June and Corrine started to make him hard.

“That’s more like it,” she said, smiling at his growing erection. “A little morning wood is all I ask for. Maybe tomorrow, eh?” And she walked away, leaving the curtain open. She stopped and turned around, grabbing something from his cubby. “I think you forgot to do this last night. It was quite a nice party — too bad you didn’t make it.”

He took the depilatory from her and closed the curtain.

He had a spring in his step all day, even when he ran into Millard and John in the café and panicked. Shit! I just fucked Roxie. Millard will kill me! He tried to ignore them for as long as he could, hoping they’d just go away. As he was packing his things to go, Millard waved at him. He nodded and worked his way to the exit. As he looked back he saw Millard pointing his hand at him, shaped like a gun. He shivered and quickly made his way home.

“You got mail, Chester!”

He greeted Corrine as he made his way upstairs. “Yes? A letter or a package?”

“Letter. It was delivered today from the men’s house. Looks like it must have arrived last Friday. I put it in your room.” She waved to him from the bottom of the stairs.

He didn’t think much of it. Likely from his father, or maybe one of his friends from school. It happened every once in a while, but as soon as he saw it on his bed, he froze. Yvette. He wanted to throw it out the window, burn it, open it and read it immediately, his emotions ran the full spectrum. He set his stuff down and looked at it from across the room.

A year ago, hell, a week ago, he would have been happy to see it. He enjoyed getting letters from Yvette, or so he thought. But with the memory of her tormenting him, of forcing him to be the way he was today, now raised feelings zonguldak escort of dread. What will she be asking me to do now? As he thought back to every letter he’d received from her, he remembered her small favors.

He let it sit on the bed, trying to focus on his latest assignment, but it was impossible. After 15 minutes of distraction he gave in. Holding it as if it were a poisonous insect, he sliced through the end and removed the letter.

Dear Chester,

I hope this note continues to find you well and that you are focusing on your studies! We both know how important it is to stay focused and keep your eye on the prize, don’t we.

For my part, I have been having a wonderful time on the Continent. We’ve been flying all over Europe from one fashion show to another as Lyssa peddles her line. It really is quite Baroque, actually . Kissing the right peoples’ asses, deferring here, bowing there. Stupid really, but she is terribly serious about the whole venture, so I humor her. And it seems to have made a difference! We’re coming to the States for a line.

And that’s my big news! We’ll be over there next week, preparing for our Stateside gigs. I am so looking forward to seeing you and hope you can break away from your studies long enough to spend a little time with your tired old sister.

He read further, taking in the details of her itinerary, and looked up at the calendar to confirm the date. She would be arriving this weekend! He set the note down and looked around the room, panic building in him. He didn’t know what would happen, but the last person he wanted to see on the entire planet was his step-sister.

The house was quiet. It was his first Wednesday, his afternoon off from classes and he usually spent it in his room getting his work done. Since he had gotten ahead of classes, he turned his attention to the end of term paper due, something he hadn’t spent nearly enough time on. Trying his best to put the rest of his life out of his mind, he began looking at possible topics.

“Pssst! Chester!” A harsh whisper from his door interrupted his concentration.

He looked over to see Catherine trying to get his attention, her head glancing over each shoulder furtively.

“Catherine? Come in!”

She looked again and quickly ducked into his room, closing the door behind her. He could see she was distressed, her face blotchy from crying, her eyes red-rimmed.

“Catherine! What’s going on?” He stood up, concerned. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, but he could tell she was about to start crying again.

“I saw you!” Her whisper practically a shout. “I saw you and Roxie!” It came out as a serpent’s hiss. “Last night! In your bed! How could you??? How could you!!!”

He tried to reach out to her, to hold her shoulders, to somehow offer her comfort but she backed away.

“No! Don’t touch me. You’ve ruined it! Millard will have your ass, just as he’s had you take mine! There’s no stopping him. And. I’ll. Have. To. Tell. Them.” She sat on the bed sobbing.

He froze trying to figure out what to do next. Watching her cry and remembering how wonderful he had felt earlier in the day, he fought off a growing depression. Couldn’t I just enjoy myself without feeling guilty?

“Catherine.” He tried to get her attention. “Catherine!” He walked over to her, took her shoulders and gave her a small shake. “Snap out of it! Snap out of it! It’s none of Millard’s business! Roxie broke off with him months ago!”

She looked up at him, not registering what he was saying for several heartbeats until the words made it through her distress. “What? What?!”

He could see the beginnings of anger emerging. “She told me yesterday. ‘He doesn’t own me…’ she said, and that’s true for you as well. You don’t owe Millard anything.” He stopped to think for a moment. “Speaking of which, why do you let him punish you that way? What does he have on you?”

She shook her head, a new round of tears beginning to flow.

“What?” He sat down on the bed, his arm around her shoulders, his hand stroking her hair.

“Pictures,” she sniffled. “He…took…pictures…” She tried to catch her breath. “of…me…” She lost it, crying again.

“Pictures of you…doing what?” Chester couldn’t imagine what Catherine had been doing that could have been worse than what he had been doing to her the other night.

“Like…the…other night,” she blurted out. “He knew…” She stopped to breathe, her lungs laboring between sobs.

“Hold on,” he said, squeezing her. “Just catch your breath and relax.” He kept stroking her, trying to calm her down.

After a minute, she turned to look at him, her face a portrait in misery. She tried again. “He knew…somehow, that I like it rough. That I’m saving my…virginity…for marriage. I don’t know how he found out. Maybe I told him. I got drunk one night at a party. Anyway…” she sucked in air, “he tied me up, with that asshole John, and the next day he showed me pictures. bursa escort He’s threatened to put them on the net if I don’t do as they say.” The last sentence cascaded out all at once.

A thought occurred to him just as there was a knock at the door.

“Shit,” he mumbled, looking at her panicked face. “It’s okay. There’s no crime in being in my room.

“Come in!”

“Chester, are you okay?” Roxie’s red hair peaked through the doorway, concern on her face.

Catherine turned away, embarrassed.

“Roxie,” he greeted her, wanting to get up and hug her but not wanting to let go of Catherine. He dropped his arms and stayed on the bed. “Come in. Please. And shut the door.”

She looked confused at the two of them sitting so close, closed the door and made her way to his chair. “What’s going on?” She was more concerned than jealous.

“It’s Millard,” he began. “He’s causing some…”

“…Don’t!” Catherine practically shouted. “You can’t! He’ll…”

“…trouble.” Chester looked between the two of them. “Catherine. It’s the only way out. You can’t keep going on like this. It’s almost criminal.”

Roxie looked even more concerned, confusion playing across her face. “What the fuck is going on with Millard?!”

Catherine buried her face in her hands, crumpling onto the bed.

“Your ex is…disturbed, Roxie.” Chester continued. “Apparently, he’s into blackmail, torture and all sorts of deviant behavior. But maybe you know that?” He looked at her, remembering her comments from the night before.

“He’s fucked up alright. It’s why I left him. But I didn’t know he was into giving as much as he needs to get. What’s he doing?”

Chester explained as best he could what he knew to give Roxie the idea, without providing graphic details of his involvement. Her anger grew with each revelation, but her compassion for Catherine grew even greater. She held up her hand to have him stop. She’d heard enough.

They sat silently: Catherine sobbing on the bed, Chester lightly stroking her, while Roxie stared out the window. He looked over at her, eyebrows raised.

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking,” she said, venom in her voice, “Millard needs psychological help. But that’s not for me to say, it’s for him to decide to get. Since he’s not going to do that, I think an intervention is in order. I’m just trying to figure out what that is.”

“It’s my fault,” Catherine sobbed into the bed. “It’s all my fault.”

The other two stared at her, incredulous. “What?” “No it isn’t!”

She just shook her head, sniffling into the covers.

“Catherine! What are you going on about? Millard is a sick bastard. You have no idea what he wanted me to do to him. Shall I tell you?” She stood up and knelt by her. “How badly are you hurt?”

Chester shifted, a little uncomfortable at his own complicity in Catherine’s situation. “I, uhhh, I may have contributed…somewhat… the current situation.”

She turned to look at him, her eyes narrowing. “What did Millard have you do?”

He wasn’t sure how to explain, when another knock at the door interrupted them.

“Who is it?”

“Chester? It’s June and Corrine. Are you okay? We thought we heard crying.”

He turned to look at the other two, wondering what he should say. Roxie nodded, suggesting he should let them in. “We’re…uhhh…okay. Come in!”

The room was getting a little crowded. June took the chair; Corrine sat kitty-corner on the bed to Catherine.

“What is going on?” she looked at Catherine and then at Roxie before turning her question to Chester.

“Millard,” Roxie answered before Chester could even gather his thoughts. Apparently that was enough for the other two.

“Asshole. What did he do this time?” Corrine looked down at Catherine sobbing. “Did he hurt you?”

“We were just coming to that. Catherine? Can you tell us what he did?” Roxie looked up at Chester, her face a question mark.

She just shook her head, her hands waving behind her.

“He…uh…the night I ran into them, they had tied her up and…they were…spanking her pretty hard.” He looked at June, preferring not to look Roxie in the eye.

“Shit. That fucking asshole.” Corrine reached down to stroke Catherine’s hair. “Did he do that to you more than once?”

Catherine didn’t answer, her sobs quieting down.

“I…uh, I think Catherine actually…uh…likes it?” Chester looked down at Roxie, not sure how much she should reveal.

“Of course she likes it. That’s not the point! Catherine? Did you consent to Millard treating you this way?” Roxie had stood up and began pacing in what little space there was.

Chester looked between the two of them, confused at Roxie’s attitude.

Catherine finally pushed herself up to a sitting position, her hair matted against her face. She looked around at them and nodded her head a little. “At first…you know I like it when boys spank me.” She cried again, malatya escort embarrassed and humiliated. “But…he goes too far…” She looked over at Chester, the hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth.

He didn’t understand what confidence she was trying to communicate. Was she suggesting Chester had been brought into the mess she had made and she was worried for him? He gave her a questioning look.

“What?” Roxie had picked up on it. “What does this have to do with you, Chester?”

He swallowed, realizing it was best to come clean. “I interrupted them, Millard, John and Catherine, the other night at the men’s house. I had gone back to pick up some homework, heard screams and they pulled me into their room. They…they forced the two of us to…” He couldn’t quite bear to explain the details.

“To what, Chester? They forced you to do what?” Corrine had gotten her hackles up, the thought that John and Millard were fucking around with her girls was beyond her tolerance.

“They…uhh, they forced me to have anal sex with Catherine.” He said it as calmly as he could, even as he began shivering at the confession. “She…seemed to…need…it?” He looked at her for confirmation.

She nodded, looking him in the eyes. “It’s okay, Chester. You didn’t do anything wrong. She turned to the others, “I…shit…what the fuck…I didn’t know what they’d do to him. I needed something! They had me trussed up for an hour, teasing me! Fuck Fuck Fuck!” She put her hands to her face and started to cry again.

Roxie stopped, looked at the two of them and continued to pace. Corrine had put her hands on Catherine’s shoulders to calm her. June just stared at Chester, thinking about what they had done the other night. She caught his eye and shook her head, confused.

“So,” Roxie said slowly, “everyone knows Catherine is into a little kink. The problem is, Millard isn’t just kinky, he’s an animal.” She paused, thinking. “I suppose you could try and bring charges, but Millard could claim it was consensual, and there’d be few people, aside from Chester, up until a minute ago, who wouldn’t have told the court the same thing under oath.” She clicked her tongue slowly, continuing to pace.

“But,” Roxie continued, “you want it to stop now, right?” She stopped, waiting for Catherine to respond.

“I…shit, I…yes! Of course I want it to stop…with Millard. He’s an asshole and…but…the pictures…and what he’s making Chester do…I never wanted that…”

They looked at Chester. “What else are they having you do, Chester?” Corrine asked softly.

He looked back at them, the feelings of guilt and humiliation rising as if Yvette herself were in the room. “I…I’m supposed to tell them what Roxie is up to…or they’ll hurt Catherine even more.” He paused. “She’s supposed to tell them as well. If our stories don’t match they’ll hurt her.”

It was Roxie’s turn to get angry. “Fucking Millard! Who the fuck does he think he is!” Her face began to match her hair. Chester thought she looked like a bright scarlet angry…fairy. He smiled briefly at the vision. “Catherine. Pictures. What about pictures? And…can you show me what he did to you?”

“What?” Chester interrupted. “Do you really think that’s necessary?”

“It’s okay, Chester.” Catherine looked up at Roxie. “It’s okay. Yeah. It’s okay.” She turned around, looking at Corrine before rolling onto her stomach on the bed, her legs falling off the edge. Reaching back she lifted her skirt above her waist and peeled down her underwear to the tops of her thighs. “He took pictures. He’s threatening to expose me on Tumblr…” She sobbed quietly.

June gasped at the bruising on Catherine’s cheeks. “Oh. My. God,” she whispered, her hands to her mouth.

Her cheeks were black and blue, with a spiderweb of broken blood vessels. Corrine put her hand down gently on Catherine’s skin, lightly tracing the bruises. “That’s got to hurt,” she said quietly.

“It’s not so bad right now. My rectum is a little sore,” she said ruefully. “Chester is…maybe too big.” She pulled her panties back up and dropped her skirt, rolling up to sitting.

“We can’t let this go on.” Corrine again, looking at Catherine and then Roxie. “This is completely unacceptable.”

“Yeah, but campus police won’t do anything about it…” Roxie was still pacing, thinking hard. “Besides, Chester might be implicated as an accomplice. And it won’t stop him from publishing…”

He moaned softly at the idea of being implicated in the situation. He was just doing what Catherine asked!

She turned to Catherine. “When do they expect you to report back?”

“Not ’til tomorrow. Mondays and Thursdays. Something about the house schedule.”

“Movie night and Bowling. Mandatory socials,” Chester clarified. “No one’s supposed to be there.”

“And what if you don’t make it?”

“I hate to think what they’d do to me.” Catherine hugged herself, Corrine’s hand massaged her back. “They’ve told me what would happen. I’ve never tested them. Not to mention the photographs.” She shivered and started to cry again.

Roxie scrunched her lips and turned back to pacing. “Catherine, you weren’t here. You didn’t see us, you didn’t talk to us, you aren’t going back there. You’re done with them. Millard is dangerous and John is a sadist. Done. Got it?”

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Beatrice closed the door behind her, dropped the dead-bolt, the ritual had begun.

Slowly she undressed, hanging up her coat, placing her shoes on the low shelf beneath the few coat hooks. Then her work clothes, these formed a pile on the small table, naked at last she knelt, carefully assuming the pose required of her. To her left, the door, before her, the coats, just three coats, Beatrice only ever bought what was necessary. Taking the shoe box from the low shelf Beatrice laid it before her, the position precise, practised, important. For a moment she paused, a single deep breath, momentary doubt, then opening the lid she laid it upside down, resting against the box.

Printed on the inside of the lid was the mantra now plainly visible to her. Beatrice began to recite. Her tongue savoured every syllable, her soft clear voice rejoicing in every word. There was no need for her to read the words now, that need had long since passed, she could recite them without thought or effort, so deeply were they ingrained upon her memory. But that was not the point, the ritual required she read each word aloud, so that is exactly what she did. Beatrice was pedantic in her obedience.

As the words flowed she felt the change begin, felt her identity shifting. Little by little, word by word, Beatrice surrendered to the change, accepting, welcoming, needing. Her voice hypnotic, her breathing soft, her heart rate slow, rhythmic, setting the cadence of her monologue. As the last word echoed in her mind, she reached out to lift the collar from the box, reverent in her every move, the perfect acolyte. As the wide leather closed around her neck, the lock clicked shut to complete the transformation, Beatrice was no more, the naked collared slave who replaced the lid and put away the shoe box had no name, she was just girl, or it. Sometimes she was given a name, often an obscene word, girl never cared what she was called, all girl dared hope for was to be awarded a slave name, a word, any word, just having a name would recognise her existence.

Girl rose to her feet, her transition graceful as only practise and supple strength allows. A pause, girl bowed her head to the box, paused, stood once more erect, then turned and stepping light as a ballerina she crossed to the bathroom, each step so measured that the ritual was precise to the second. The water running, girl removed what little make-up her alter ego wore before studying herself in the floor length mirror, any delay and the hot water would steamed it up. Girl examined her reflection inch by inch, yet not for a second was she aware of herself. All that girl cared about was obeying the requirements. Her body, her posture, her attitude, her entire being had but one purpose, one focus, to obey utterly every rule.

Satisfied that her body met every requirement, girl stepped into the bath and lowered herself into the unscented water, girl did not deserve luxury, girl was only permitted to scrub herself clean before stepping out to dry herself on the rough worn towel. Once she had touched the big fluffy bath towel that hung over the heated towel rail, but just once, never again, the consequences had been far to painful to ever dare a second touch. Beatrice could enjoy the apartments luxury, but not girl, never girl.

Girl had trained herself to ignore every luxury, grateful for those items she was allowed, the worn towel on it’s hook in the corner, the cage with it’s threadbare carpet where she slept, the cheap plastic bowls she ate and drank from as she knelt in the kitchen. Girl had no possessions, was permitted no access to the luxury around her. Girl wore only what was ordered, did only as she was commanded, lived every moment according to the ritual.

Girl’s most treasured memory was of the moment the collar had been granted to her. It was not hers, that was insane, girl owned nothing, not even her collar, girl needed nothing, the ritual provided everything. Scrubbed clean and carefully dried girl hung the old towel back on it’s hook, made sure it hung exactly as she had found it, then stepped from the bathroom, turning the light off, the water still draining away from the half filled bath.

Entering the kitchen girl dropped to her hands and knees, careful to keep her back straight and her head up as she crawled across the tiled floor to the corner where her bowls sat on a small mat. Keeping her hands on the tiles girl bent down and lapped from the water bowl before moving to the other bowl containing her food. The dry biscuits had to be chewed a few at a time and girl needed to lap more water after each mouthful to wash the food down. Girl ate every biscuit and licked the bowl clean, before drinking more water. Careful to leave some water for later, girl crawled across the kitchen and out into the laundry room to where her cage stood between the big fridge and the washing machine. Crawling inside girl curled up on the worn carpet and settled down to sleep.

An hour later girl awoke, uncurling as much as the üsküdar escort cage allowed, she stretched then on her hands and knees crawled out of the cage, back into the kitchen then over to the small room where she was allowed to prepare herself for the evening’s duties. Everything was laid out ready, clothes, shoes, makeup, girl never thought of why an outfit was chosen for her, girl only obeyed the ritual, carefully preparing herself exactly as required. A final check in the mirror and girl walked from the room, stepping carefully once again, graceful, poised, posture perfect. Girl walked to the door, took the Yale key from it’s place in the small table’s hidden draw and carefully attached it to the front ring on her collar. Then she turned to face the door, adjusting her pose before simply waiting. Girl had once waited all night, girl obeyed each step of the ritual unquestioningly, girl waited.

The limo arrived three minutes late, the driver hurrying to ring the door bell, earnestly apologising, grateful that girl seemed totally unaware of his tardyness. Girl followed the driver to the car, paused as he opened the door, then stepped inside, sinking to her knees as she did so, her back to the luxuriously upholstered seat, girl had never dared to sit on a seat without express permission. The driver followed his own instructions, navigating the darkened city streets as he headed for one of the exclusive suburbs where the houses were rarely visible from the street and the gates opened only when the guards permitted it.

Throughout the drive girl had remained perfectly still, lacking any specific command that is what girl always did, wait, wait for a command, wait for the next step of the ritual, wait. Girl had no worries, girl had no responsibilities, girl simply obeyed. Deep inside, half-hidden even from herself, girl catalogued everything, what, when, how, why, each of her responses, every carefully suppressed emotion, girl’s subconscious memorised everything.

The driver opened the door, girl obeyed her instructions, stepping from the car she walked directly to the large front door which opened to admit her. The driver closed the door, checked his watch, it was going to be a long boring wait, walking around the limo he got in and drove around to the rear parking area, already more than half full of chauffeured cars, at least he would have company.

Girl slipped off the floor length hooded cloak and hung it up to join numerous other coats that hung from the hooks provided. Naked but for the full face leather hood, collar and two sets of cuffs, girl followed the maid into the large reception room, then as the maid returned to await the next arrival, girl stepped gracefully across the room to the row of cages that lined one wall, dropping to her knees at the first vacant cage girl crawled inside, turned and lowered her ass to rest on her heels. Girl had no idea what would happen next, girl only knew she would obey.

The large room allowed the numerous guests ample room to enjoy all that was on offer. Some of the guests brought their own slaves, either to serve them or to watch others make use of them. A larger number attended alone or with friends, confident that there would be plenty of slaves available to them when required, either those belonging to other guests or those that the house provided. Whatever a guest might desire, the house had both the facilities and the slaves to ensure it could be fulfilled, at a price.

Girl reacted to the sharp click of fingers snapping. Crawling forward to where the leash dangled she paused as it was attached to her collar, then obeyed the curt command, “heel,” she crawled on hands and knees, quickly, so as to keep pace and obey the command. Girl stopped when the leash tugged hard at her collar. Besides her a stout metal pole rose some three feet from the floor, the leash’s looped leather end was dropped over the pole, tethering her. On three sides of the square rug there were large sofa’s, upon each sat four Masters, the next command kept girl busy for some time, her jaw soon ached, her stomach slowly filling as she sucked each cock in turn, the Masters largely ignoring her, even as she bobbed her head upon their cock, taking care to take each all the way to the hilt, to swallow every drop of cum and lick each cock clean before moving on.

Occasionally a hand would grip her hair, hold her, or force her down until the blackness began to close around her, girl fought to remain passive, gasped for air when the hand finally relented, girl hated the blackness, girl hated the way her body tried to betray her obedience, girl would not allow her body to rebel, girl conquered every impulse that threatened to betray her, betray the ritual. Girl moved from cock to cock, one circuit, a second, unaware how many Masters left or joined the group, unaware of their conversations, girl concentrated on obeying, nothing else mattered.

As girl moved to the next cock, gaziemir escort the leash tugged at her collar. “Follow.” The voice commanded, girl obeyed, who’s voice did not matter to girl, a command must be obeyed. Girl followed the Mistress across the room and out onto the flagstone patio, down three steps and onto the manicured perfection of the lawn, the lush grass lit by lanterns around the edges and the coloured lights that shone up into the huge trees. The leash jerked girl to a halt. “Pee.” Girl spread her legs wider, focused on her bowels and let go a stream of pee. The leash jerked once more and girl followed at heel once more, careful to keep pace and maintain her position exactly. Back across the patio, back into the large room, back into a cage, the door slammed even as girl turned to assume her position, the padlock snapped shut, girl settled down to wait.

Across the room Sir Richard was enjoying two of his favourite pleasures. Fucking a competitor both commercially and literally, whilst at the same time conversing with his peers, who bore witness to his latest conquest. Inheriting the family business whilst still young, Sir Richard had single-mindedly conducted what amounted to undeclared war on every competitor in the company’s somewhat specialist field. He wielded power as easily as he wielded a whip, and often combined the two. For he was not content to simply garner success, Sir Richard used the many resources at his disposal to destroy anyone who dared challenge him, in business or in any other sphere.

His two personal secretaries accompanied him everywhere, serving their Master in relays, often he would dictate to one whilst buggering the other. Sir Richard employed only male staff, his only use for women was both carnal and sadistic, as each of his four wives had discovered to their cost when the divorce papers proved entirely correct in their assertion that there would be absolutely nothing left of the wealth and possessions they had presumed to be theirs by virtue of marriage. Only his first wife received anything at all after the divorce, and that only due to the two children she bore him. Stephanie spoke to her ex husband only once, having married at eighteen she had thought herself blessed beyond measure and had devoted herself to being the perfect wife, only to find that at twenty-one she was considered due for replacement, Sir Richard’s reasoning had left her both speechless and later, motivated. “Any wife of mine need only be young, dumb and full of cum.” His crudeness was the least shocking of his actions. Stephanie found herself discarded with a meagre allowance in lieu of access to her children. She was only informed of her son’s death three years after the tragic accident.

Sir Richard dispensed both his seed and his vengeance upon his erstwhile rival before grabbing a passing slave and forcing the girl to her knees to lick clean his substantial and still tumescent erection. Everything about Sir Richard was powerful, in every sense. Discarding with the slaves services Sir Richard settled back with a brandy to survey the room, he appetite not nearly sated.

It was not unusual for guests to arrive late, or to arrive masked, the tall Mistress did both. The polished black leather and white silk revealed little and promised much. A golden mane that fell below her shoulders and the effervescent blue eyes were all the more striking set against the monochrome outfit that clung and flowed as the tall Mistress strode into the room.

Many commented about her as she strode purposefully across the large room. A few attempted to address her, all received a curt but not unfriendly look, all understood that this was not the time. Nobody questioned how the tall Mistress came to have a key for one of the slave cages, none thought it strange that she should unlock a cage and leash the slave within. A few, a very few frowned as she had the slave stand before leading her towards the centre of the room where the two metal whipping posts stood.

It was not unusual for a slave to be chained between the tall steel posts, it was not unusual for it to be a Mistress who chose to do so. What caught the attention of those nearby was the stylised grace of the tall Mistress as she stretched the slave between the posts. A growing number of the guests turned away from their conversations and in many cases the pleasures they were enjoying, to watch what promised to be a memorable performance. The tall mistress produced a length of leather from beneath her skirts and folding it pressed in into the slave’s mouth, her voice, calm and measured carried far across the rapidly quietening room. “Bite down, hard”

Girl knew the reason for the folded leather, knew it was not intended to gag her, but to prevent her teeth shattering when the pain exploded and her jaw clamped tight. The audience also understood, though it seemed that neither the slave or the tall Mistress were even aware of their audience. sancaktepe escort Standing so close their bodies touched, the tall Mistress spoke again. “I’m going to hurt you.” Her words had more effect upon the audience than upon the slave. Girl remained perfectly still, as if she supported the chains, instead of the chains stretching and holding her. There would be pain, girl hardly acknowledged those words, nothing betrayed her acceptance, girl had only one thought, obey.

The tall Mistress stepped back, one pace, two, three, four, each measured, precise, exact. Reaching again beneath her skirts she produced a Bull-whip, no toy or playful imitation, this was a carefully crafted instrument, capable of inflicting a soft crack as the tip or ‘popper’ broke through the sound-barrier, or in the hands of an expert, slice through flesh to stop only to break the bone beneath. Girl prepared herself to obey, to accept whatever was granted her, whatever the command, girl would obey.

The tall Mistress turned her body and looked behind her, bestowing a smile upon those Masters gathered close behind her. “Gentlemen, I’m sure of my aim, another vantage point would allow you to enjoy this scene without participation.” Few unknown Dominants presumed to issue an order to the other guests, however subtle the command. The tall Mistress turned back to face girl, whilst behind her the Masters obeyed.

Flicking the whip’s tail out before her the tall Mistress began. Her movements fluid, poetic, belying the strength and co-ordination that only long hours of practise could produce. The long bull-whip snaked through the air, the popper cracking so close to girl’s right hand that it struck the wide leather cuff, marking the polished leather. Stroke by stroke the bull-whip moved about girl, the loud cracks announcing each strike, all four leather cuffs now bore marks. Few in the audience had ever paid attention to girl as they did now, rarely did a slave prove to be so willing, so obedient, girl had not flinched, not once.

As the tall Mistress lifted the whip to continue, Sir Richard intervened. Watching the woman was pleasant enough, but the whip had not yet marked the slave, why use a whip if not to mark? He liked to hear screams, besides, the woman was drawing a crowd, Sir Richard cast aside the slave who had been gagging on his cock and marched toward the whipping posts, the assembled guests parting to let him pass then jostling to ensure a good view of what would happen next. “I’ll show you how to bull-whip a slave…”

Sir Richard had no need to shout, his voice boomed around the room, confidence and power gave his voice authority. The crack of the bull-whip echoed in silence, with one stroke the tall Mistress had stunned all to silence, nobody dared breathe. Deftly coiling the bull-whip the tall Mistress examined the popper at it’s tip, plucked free a small clump of pubic hairs entangled in it, then let the long tail drop to the floor. “Change your tone, or I’ll change my aim.” Her words smooth as velvet, velvet stretched over steel.

A drop of blood oozed from his pubis to trickle down onto the root of his cock. Sir Richard stood, face reddening, body shaking as if about to erupt, hands clenching ready to pulverise. Her smile stopped him, the smile held him, the smile never reached the eyes.

“I share my whip with none,” The tall Mistress paused, her eyes upon his now focused lower, and lower, “it would seem,” she continued, “that you are not without weapons…” Her eyes flicked back up from his loins to his face. He made no reply, just turned to girl, moving quickly behind her, grasping her hips as he lined up and trust, impaling girl, driving hard and fast, fingers bruising her hips as he set about making her scream.

Time and again he bludgeoned her arse, his manicured fingernails clawing, cutting crescents into her flesh, girl wanted to scream, to scream out the pain, her teeth hurt as they bit into the folded leather, girl could not scream, girl could only obey.

The blow stunned the crowd, it stunned girl. The folded leather spun aside, her head hung down, body slumped, hanging from the chains. He reached back to strike girl again. The tall Mistress simply cleared her throat, the sound checked him, the blow never fell, instead the hand reached out to release the wrist cuffs, right then left. Hands no longer gripping her hips, girl dropped to the floor, still stunned, the angry red mark bright upon her cheek beneath the hood, the eye already closing.

Reaching down Sir Richard grabbed girl’s hair, pulling her to her knees, awkward, her ankles still held secure, even as girl began to recover her head was pulled hard against his loins, his cock driving into her mouth, thrusting down her throat. Sir Richard held her, careless of her inability to breathe.

Sir Richard raised his head, a look of triumph, confident in his dominion. The tall Mistress stepped forward, the whip’s tail trailing behind her, their eyes met, then she lowered her glaze, the crowd sighed at the sight of her submission. The tall Mistress dropped the bull-whip, hands lifting to her face, nobody noticed the contacts fall to the floor, reaching down with her free hand she deftly released the hood from girl’s head, then lifted her own head, her expression indecipherable. “Look up girl.” Her words clear for all to hear.

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Part 2: Lucas is surprised

‘Crimson!’ Carla gasped.

‘Stop, Lukey, stop!’ said Gerry urgently, letting go of Lucas’s erection, which sprang up and away from Carla’s face, flicking precum from its tip. ‘That’s our safe word. Are you OK, cunty?’

Lucas knelt back on his heels.

‘I’m so sorry,’ said Carla. ‘It’s amazing when you push my limits, but a living penis in my mouth…’

‘I got carried away,’ said Gerry, regretfully. She was still sitting astride Carla’s stomach, and leaned forward to look with concern into her friend’s face. ‘I’m so sorry. Lukey, untie her.’ Lucas shuffled back on his knees until he could undo the red rope binding Carla’s wrists.

‘It was a big kinky thrill up to then,’ said Carla.

‘Really? Honestly? Only now I think about it – I mean, making someone suck a strapon is one thing, but an actual cock… And it’s not like our strapons are even very realistic.’

Carla smiled kindly. ‘Right up till the end, I was more humiliated than I’ve ever been in my entire life. It was incredible. Let’s just carry on, shall we?’

‘To be honest, after what just happened I feel like I need to change direction for a bit,’ Gerry said. ‘Still, I promise I’ll really bend your limits again before we finish, yeah?’

Carla grinned. ‘Whatever pleases you, Ms M.’

Lucas cleared his throat and said, ‘What’s a strapon?’

But Gerry and Carla only laughed knowingly. Gerry said, ‘OK, let’s get back to the game. One, two, three, go.’

‘Please, Ms M,’ Carla said immediately, ‘Cock-slave flicked precum on me.’

‘He did! I can see a big drop on your forehead. Disgusting! Boy, did I give you permission to splurge cock-drool onto my precious slave?’

Lucas was beginning to get the hang of things. He replied in a pleading tone, ‘Please Ms M, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it, Ms M.’

Gerry got up briskly and, standing astride Carla, frowned down into Lucas’s upturned, apologetic face. A damp patch had appeared at the crotch of her swimsuit. ‘I see,’ she sneered. ‘Apparently the boy can’t help it.’

‘You see, Ms M, when my cock’s been hard and then it wilts a bit – I think it’s with it being so dreadfully big, it holds such an awful lot of precum -‘

‘Silence! No excuses, slave! You have added to your crime of peeping and you will now pay the price.’

Lucas let himself soak up the full force of Gerry’s scorn, and as he did so, a new and mysterious thrill flooded his genitals and spread to his whole body.

‘You will start by cleaning up my cunt-slave. Bend over her face.’

Lucas shuffled into place on hands and knees.

‘Not like that! Really get your head down! And stick out your tongue.’ Gerry stepped to the side, bent, and peered at Lucas’s face. ‘Stick it out further! As far as it’ll go. And stick your slave arse up in the air. That’s better! Stay like that.’

Lucas was now resting on his knees and forearms on the smooth Victorian tiles, his tongue a few centimetres from the glistening bead that decorated Carla’s brow. He held this undignified position while Gerry went to the tool chest. Rummaging noises followed.

‘Cunt-slave, grab onto his upper arms and hold him there. We can’t have the filthy wimp trying to escape his punishment.’

Carla’s hands locked onto Lucas’s upper arms.

When Gerry returned from the tool chest she asked, ‘Remind me. Why are you my slave, you disgusting prick of a boy?’

Lucas dutifully kept his tongue sticking out. ‘Becauthe I thpied on you, Mth M.’

‘Speak clearly! For not speaking clearly, one stroke of my beautiful flogger.’ Gerry moved to kneel beside him, and thrust something in front of his eyes. ‘This,’ she said, ‘is my slave-flogger.’ She was holding the flogger by its handle, its thirty or so black and red leather flogging-strips folded back into her palm. The handle was wholly encased in elaborately-woven black leather lacing – more of Carla’s handiwork, Lucas guessed.

Gerry stood up and took a step out of his view. The strips of the flogger hissed through the air. There was a sharp slap like an audible sting. But the pain was nothing compared to the deep, thrilling sense of subordination that it brought.

‘And what happened to your dick when you spied on us, slave?’

‘It got hard, Ms M.’

‘How dare you not keep your tongue out!’ The flogger swung down smartly again. ‘So! You will make amends for your crimes by cleaning that precum off my beautiful cunt-slave. Lick it up at once, and swallow it!’

Lucas felt great reluctance to lap up his precum. He looked down hesitantly at Carla’s tanned, mature face, attractive even when upside-down, at her brown eyes and secretive smile, and at the liquid in the centre of her brow.

Next moment Gerry’s hand gripped the back of his neck and forced his head down, crushing his tongue against Carla’s forehead. He wiped his tongue across the salty precum and felt a delicious sense of abasement. Gerry was kneeling beside him, watching. ‘Now kiss the damp patch!’ He did so.

Gerry yanked his head up by the hair.

‘And did çeşme escort you rub your dick while you spied on us?’

‘Please, Ms M, I couldn’t help it, you’re so beautiful.’

‘That does it! Hold your arse-cheeks open, slave.’

A few seconds later Lucas felt the strips of the flogger flat against his exposed anus. Then they were drawn upwards in the cleft between his buttocks. There was an unfamiliar sensation in his anus as the strips slid over it, a warm tingling.

Slap! Gerry was an expert flogger. The stroke fell precisely between his buttocks, the strips curling round so that he smarted from his anus to the back of his testicles.

His head was pulled up by the hair again. ‘And did you cum while you were looking at us?’

Lucas had always lain down on his bed while he brought himself to a climax, but he knew what Gerry wanted to hear, so he said, ‘I – I did, Ms M,’ and waited, quivering inwardly.

‘For that you will pay the ultimate price! Stay exactly like that, prick.’

After a moment, more rattles and thumps came from the tool chest. Lucas tingled to his core.

Now Gerry was standing next to him. Lucas felt something small, firm and damp on his rear, just above his left hand. It moved erratically to the right.

‘What do you think I’m doing, prick?’

‘Writing with a marker, Ms M.’

‘Clever boy,’ Gerry sneered. ‘And do you know what I’ve just written?’

‘No, Ms M.’

‘I’ve written “Ms M’s whore”. Because you are going to be my whore as well as my slave. Do you want to know what that means?’

‘No, Ms M.’

‘You used us. Wanking when you spied on us, that was using us. So to balance things up, you are going to be used. And a whore’s holes get used. See?’

‘Not really, Ms M.’

‘You soon will. Just keep your face over the other slave’s face so she can see you properly.’

Lucas had no choice about this, with his arms still trapped by Carla’s iron grip.

‘Keep your arse up. That’s right.’

Next moment something smooth, cold, rubbery and extremely slippery was teasing his anus.

Gerry said, ‘Don’t resist, whore.’ A moment later the smooth thing was being pressed into his anal opening. He was being invaded: to his shock, the smooth thing slid right in, past his anal sphincter and entered his rectum, and he felt a slimmer extension of it occupying his anal passage. A flat base stopped it going further.

‘How’s he taking the butt plug, cunt-slave?’ Gerry asked.

‘He’s really surprised, Ms M.’

‘It went in easy. I should’ve used a bigger one. It’s only the old pearly-white one.’

Lucas had relaxed, drooping his head and panting gently.

‘Whore-boy, you dropped your head without permission!’ said Gerry. ‘That means more punishment. I’m going to fuck you with the plug.’

‘Please, Ms M, I will keep my head up in future.’

‘Too late, you nasty little slag.’

The plug was well lubricated. It made wet noises as Gerry pulled it out and pushed it in again, and again and again.

‘Ms M, he looks surprised every time you push it in,’ Carla reported.

The tempo of the wet noises increased. Gerry said, ‘It’s going in and out dead smooth now.’

‘He’s dribbled from his mouth on me,’ Carla reported.

‘Filthy boy! He needs teaching a properly cruel lesson.’ Gerry paused the rhythmic penetration of Lucas’s anus. A gloopy noise followed. ‘OK, I’ve lubed the purple plug. Let’s see how big a whore you are, boy.’

‘Wow!’ said Carla theatrically. ‘The Purple Slut-Stretcher!’

‘Please…’ said Lucas.

‘Yes, you disgusting peeper?’

‘Please don’t hurt me too much.’

Both women laughed.

Gerry said, ‘Oh, but I will hurt you as much as I think you deserve, which is rather a lot.’

He felt the small plug withdrawn. Then something distinctly larger was being pressed against his orifice.

‘Listen, whore-boy, tell your arsehole to admit defeat. If you fight it, it’s going to hurt more. ‘

Lucas did his best to relax his anus, but as the plug progressed progressed he endured a forceful stretching sensation – which gave him an exquisite sense of subjugation.

‘How’s the disgusting whore doing?’ Gerry asked.

‘His revolting whore eyes are screwed up and his whore mouth is hanging open, Ms M, but he’s not actually crying with pain.’

‘That’s because I’m going slow. Understand, prick-slave-whore? This is what your owner’s mercy feels like.’

Lucas gasped out out, ‘Thank you, Ms M.’

‘Oh, it’s a pleasure,’ Gerry chuckled. A moment later she announced triumphantly, ‘It’s gone in! Already.’ She sounded genuinely surprised.

Lucas was panting heavily.

Gerry got down on one knee beside Lucas, lifted his head by the hair, and said, ‘How does it feel to be screwed in your whore-hole, whore?’

‘It sort of felt all wrong going in, Ms M, and now it feels terribly degrading.’

‘Oh you poor whore,’ Gerry said mockingly. ‘Don’t you like being stretched? All you men say you like a tight başakşehir escort pussy. Now you know what it feels like for the woman.’ She let go of his head. ‘Talking of pussies, mine is giving me more lovely punishment ideas. I will now kindly permit you both to stand up.’

Lucas hastily rubbed his knees as he stood up. The tiled floor was very hard. And the change of position caused the butt plug to set off twinges of pleasure and pain so mingled as to be indistinguishable.

‘Pretty Carly cuntygirl, stand next to me. You, disgusting prick-boy whore, stand against your column again.’

Gerry put her arm around Carla’s shoulders and looked Lucas up and down as he stood against the column. She frowned. ‘Cunt-slave, what do we think of his dick?’

‘It’s way too stiff and way, way too big,’ Carla replied promptly.

Lucas’s penis immediately bobbed up even more assertively, its head emerging a dull red-purple from his foreskin, a bead of precum winking on its hole, and the veins standing out like ivy-stems embracing a tree trunk.

‘Do we think it’s evil?’ Gerry asked.

‘Evil and nasty.’

‘Right. Evil and nasty. And obscene. Prick-boy, back up tight against the column and stick your nasty hands right up high.’

When Lucas raised his hands they encountered two ornamental cast-iron brackets for hanging baskets, jutting at an angle to left and right.

‘Hold onto those bracketty things, prick. Cuntygirl, tie his wrists to them with the rope.’ The red rope was still lying loose on the floor.

As she was binding his wrists to the florid curls of the brackets, Carla had to stand on tiptoe very close to Lucas. Her nipples almost brushed his chest, and for a moment his penis-head touched her just above her navel. Carla took a quarter-step back. But the next moment the flogger whipped hard across Carla’s rear – still striped and smarting from the dragon’s tongue – and she gave a small yelp and jumped forward, and came fully against Lucas’s body.

Gerry sneered. ‘Cunt-slave! Changed your mind about dicks, have you? Want some precum on your belly? Like to press your tits against a manly chest?’ Carla tried to step away again, but another fierce swipe of the flogger descended. ‘Don’t pretend you don’t like it! Stand tight against him while you finish the tying.’ Carla whimpered, but obeyed.

Lucas could feel Carla’s breath on his ear, and that alone would have been enough to excite him. The pressure of her soft belly against his penis, and her breasts rubbing his chest, was joyous, but it made his penis-head scream for stimulation.

When his hands were secured, Gerry said, ‘Cunt-slave, get down and crawl backwards to me. That’s right. I need to sit down.’

Gerry settled herself astride Carla’s pelvis, facing Lucas. ‘Nice upholstery,’ she remarked. ‘Squishy. But I’m a bit hot.’ She writhed each arm in turn out of the arm-holes of her swimsuit, and rolled it down to her waist, revealing a pair of small-to-medium-sized, notably pert breasts. Her nipples were a rich dark brown, and large in proportion to her breasts.

‘What do you think of these, Lukey-boy?’ she asked conversationally, pinching her nipples to hardness. ‘Perfect, aren’t they? Bet you’d like to play with my tits. Or are they a bit small for you? Would you prefer mine or cunt-slave’s? B-cup or E-cup?’ She fixed her dark eyes enquiringly on Lucas’s face. ‘But hers are floppier than mine. Which is best, quality or quantity? Quan-titty, ho ho.’

In his confusion, the question struck Lucas dumb. He was sure there was a right answer, but all he could utter was a dry-mouthed, ‘Well…’

‘I like them big myself. Carla’s suit me fine. If she wants to drive me nuts, she puts on this red bra she’s got that’s just a bit too small so she bulges out. But am I right? Or am I a bit vulgar?’

‘Oh no, you’re not vulgar, Ms M,’ Lucas croaked.

‘So!’ Gerry exclaimed, scowling. ‘I deduce that you prefer hers. That is the wrong answer!’

‘No, no, Ms M, I didn’t mean -‘

‘Silence! What a lot of punishment you are storing up for yourself.’

Lucas hung his head, while his penis bobbed in the opposite direction.

Gerry grabbed Carla’s hair and pulled, so that Carla was looking squarely at Lucas.

‘Cunt-slave, look at that big dick of his. What can you say about it now?’

‘It looks like it’s disrespecting us, Ms M,’ Carla replied. ‘Arrogant.’

‘Arrogant! What a good description. So how are we going to humble it?’

Carla seemed nonplussed. She said, ‘Don’t they put them in cages or something?’

‘Fool! Do you think I keep cock-cages hidden in the tool chest? What would I want with them? Crawl to the tool chest, cunt-slave, and get the black rope.’

‘Yes, Ms M.’ Carla crawled to the chest bearing Gerry, who raised her knees and clasped them in her arms to keep her feet off the floor. Her ankles gripped Carla’s lower ribs. ‘I’ve found it, Ms M,’ Carla declared moments later. In her left hand she held up a neat hank of black cotton rope.

‘Crawl küçükçekmece escort to the boy.’

‘Yes, Ms M.’

‘Woah, pony.’ Gerry dismounted Carla. ‘Now, wind a few turns of rope around him. Where his whole disgusting caboodle is fixed to his body. Leave some rope hanging down each side.’

‘Here, Ms M?’ Carla pointed to the root of Lucas’s genitals. Precum hung in a long spider’s thread from his penis.

‘Yes. Obviously.’

Carla had a look of fascinated revulsion on her face, like someone forced to handle a toad. She wrapped the rope around the root of Lucas’s genitals. ‘Ms M, how tight should I do it?’

Gerry scratched her head. ‘I dunno, to be honest. Pretty tight. But don’t use all your strength. You’re so beautifully strong. He can say “crimson” if it’s too tight.’

Lucas panted heavily as he watched Carla’s deft hands bind him tightly, but said nothing.

‘I’ve done it, Ms M,’ said Carla.

‘Right. Tie it off.’

‘Ms M, there’s lots of rope left over.’

‘Good. Now I think maybe, a turn or two of rope round above his balls. Where they hang off him. That’s the sort of thing they do with balls, apparently. A gay bloke told me once. Apparently it gives subby males the right sort of pain.’ Gerry was watching Carla’s movements. ‘That’s the idea. Maybe another turn. Brilliant. OK, tie a knot.’

The binding drew a whimper out of Lukey.

‘Ms M,’ said Carla, ‘I’ve got precum on my wrists.’

‘So make him lick it off, of course. Stick out your tongue, prick.’

Carla stood up and wiped her wrists across Lucas’s tongue. Then she stepped away and looked at Gerry to see whether she approved of her handiwork.

Lucas’s testicles appeared very distinctly in his tight-stretched scrotum, which had turned red. His penis too was distinctly red, and twitched slightly with his pulse.

‘Wow,’ said Gerry. ‘That’s got to be uncomfortable. How does it feel, slave?’

‘Please, Ms M,’ said Lucas, ‘it feels bad and sort of good at the same time.’

‘Sort of good! I don’t like that at all. Cunt-slave, pick up the flogger.’ The flogger was on the floor by the sofa. ‘I’m feeling lazy.’ Gerry sat down on the wicker sofa, which creaked under her as if it too was being tormented. ‘Right. Stand to one side of him so I can see. OK. Now give his silly man-nipples a few whacks.’

Carla frowned at Lucas’s nipples, then delivered a flick. Lucas drew a sharp breath.

‘Now the other one.’

Another flick.

‘One more each side.’

Flick. Flick. Lucas’s nipples stood out pertly. A band of skin across his chest blushed pink.

‘OK, now his cock.’

Lucas let out a long, shuddering groan. ‘Please, Ms M…’

‘Is the poor slutty pricky boy scared?’ Gerry mocked. ‘Can’t take his punishment? Oh dear. Cunt-slave, give it a whack.’

Carla was plainly conscious of her strength. She swiped the strands of the flogger rather cautiously across Lucas’s jutting member. It bobbed, and Lucas grunted, ‘Ungh.’

‘Nice,’ Gerry sneered, ‘only, I didn’t tell you to be gentle with him, did I, slave? Now do it properly.’

Carla started to work more vigorously with the flogger, swiping across Lucas’s erection from left and right while he panted and grunted loudly in response. Accidental swipes across his testicles drew a louder ‘uhh!’ His gaze was fixed on Carla’s breasts, which swung, bounced and shook heavily.

Gerry sat back and watched this at her leisure, until she announced, ‘Kitty needs some attention. Cunt-slave, you can stop now.’ She wriggled her bottom to the edge of the wicker sofa and pushed her swimsuit down and off her legs, then sat back, completely naked.

Carla let her flogging arm drop and stepped back from Lucas.

‘Whore, what do you say?’

Lucas stammered out, ‘Th – thank you, Ms M,’ his face flushing to match his chest and genitals. His mind was a chaos of pleasurable torment, thrilling humiliation, and simple elation at having the attention of two attractive women.

He stared at the pudenda that Gerry had revealed, and saw a neat triangle of black curly hair, trimmed short enough to hint at the pale skin beneath, yet long enough to allow spiral curls to form. Her outer vaginal lips were plump, a little dusky, and separated by shy coral-pink inner lips peeping out.

‘Cunt-slave, untie his hands,’ Gerry ordered. When Carla had done this and stood aside, Gerry looked Lucas up and down with eyes narrowed. One finger traced a spiral path amongst her black pubic curls. Then she seemed to make up her mind.

‘OK, boy-whore, down on your hands and knees.’ Lucas dropped to the floor. ‘Good boy. I’m going to use you as a sex toy.’

‘Oh!’ Carla exclaimed, with genuine shock. ‘But Ms M, I thought I was your only real-live sex toy.’

‘Dear me,’ said Gerry. ‘I was just about to change my mind and use you instead. But you dared to complain, so now I won’t.’

‘But Ms M…,’ Carla whined.

‘It sounds to me as though this is just the punishment you need. You will watch while I enjoy the attentions of this fine cocky young athlete. However, his punishment isn’t over, so go and put on a you-know-what. The black bumpy one ought to do nicely. Whore-boy, crawl to me like a naughty puppy.’ She spread her thighs, resting her palms on her knees. Her rear was still perched at the edge of the sofa. ‘Because I’ve always thought you were like a puppy, haven’t I?’

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This is a story I did as a little colab with a friend to share ideas, and to get practice writing in first person which isn’t something I’ve tried before, and wiring it in first person from the other person’s POV was definitely an interesting challenge. Enjoy!

*****

He had arrived the way I wanted him, black shirt and jeans, his smart black blazer fitting to his broad shoulders. I’d convinced him I would be a good little sub, all his, but I had a trump card to play.

“Hello, kitten,” he snarled, his eyes full of fury, as he shut the door and stepped up to tower above me, “ready for Your master?”

I smirked, knowing what I was about to do would ruin his little plan. I was wearing what he requested, a skinny fitting vest and black shorts with suspenders. My hair was wavy, my makeup was dark and sexy. I knew I looked stunning, irresistible to him.

From my shorts pocket I pulled out a slip of paper, watching the confusion on his face, and opened it up for him to read.

“Oh fuck,” his eyes widened and he looked at me, a rather shocked expression on his face.

“Hello puppy,” I smiled wide, “you’re my play thing tonight, since I’d like to use this now,” I waved the paper mockingly at him. It was one of his Christmas gifts, stating he would be the sub whenever I presented the paper. One use, and I was going to use it well.

“On your knees, puppy,” I pointed to the floor.

“Get f-” a sharp, swift slap silenced him and made him take a few steps back. He look at me, anger in his eyes, holding his sore cheek. I could see his hand twitching, dying to put me in my place. I raised my hand again and he reeled, taking a few more steps back.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” I ask, and he drops. I feel a shock strike through me as his knees hit the floor, my dom is stirring, clawing to be out fully. Not yet.

I circle around him, watching his hands and admiring his outfit. I loved his black shirt, I loved how hot he was. He knew he was beat, and it killed him, that he has dressed like this for no reason but to be tormented. I went to the bed, where I’d placed some toys and grabbed the collar and restraints. As I went back over to him, I held them in front of him.

“You’re going to be my little bitch, puppy,” I smirk, seeing the sub appearing in his eyes, “I’m going to beat you, bruise you, because tonight you are mine to hurt and torture,”

I roughly wrapped the collar around his throat, giving it a quick tug and making him wince. I then grabbed the restraints, clanking them on his wrist and dragging him by them to the radiator where the other kept him tied to the metal pipe sticking out the wall. He looked up at me, expectantly, I knew the sub inside him wanted to play…and I would deliver.

“Now you’re where I want you, I’m going to hurt you. Do you understand you cunt?” He nodded slowly. Not. Good. Enough. Swiftly I slapped him, then again with the back of my hand. I stared him down, his lip trickling a little blood. How weak.

“I’m sorry…mistress…I understand,” he grovelled, dabbing his lip and looking in horror at the blood on his fingertips, “please..don’t slap me anymore,” I rolled my eyes and he cowered.

“Oh you’re so fucking pathetic,” I sighed, walking back over to the bed, “I’m not going to slap you,” I picked up the riding crop, it’s leather felt so good in my hand. I had bought it for him to use on me but it was going to be so much fun hitting him with it. I know it will make him angry, but maybe that’s what I wanted, “I’m going to beat you with your own precious toy. I’m going to watch you suffer,” I walked back over to him to tease him with it. My domme was out and she wanted revenge. I dragged the tip of the crop gently over his face, down his throat and all the way down to his knee where it stayed.

“Lets play a game,” his eyes went from the crop to my face then back again, “I want you to count every hit. Get to ten and we stop, miss a count and I start again. Do you understand?”

“Yes..mistress,” I smirked as he remember his manners, calling me the correct name. His sub side was weak, not yet a brat like mine. Not yet able to really fight me.

I raised the crop and striked it hard on his leg, making him swear under his breath before counting, “one..”

It was such a shame I couldn’t hit his bare skin, but I was enjoying this anyways. Getting my own back, making him whimper and cower from me. Seeing the sub in his eyes, soaking in the ego boost it was giving me. I raised the crop again, watching him flinch, before bringing it sharply down on his other leg.

“Two…fuck…” he was being so good, such a good sub. But I wouldn’t tell him, he needed his beating first. He needed to pay for the many times he’d hit me.

I hit him again, twice this time against his arms. He wasn’t expecting it and groaned loudly, “three…four…”

I looked in his eyes, for a moment, and could see the fire beginning to flare. Oh yes, my master was appearing. And I love my master.

“such a good puppy,” bahçelievler escort I placed my hand under his chin and made him look at me. His murky green eyes couldn’t quite look me in the eyes and that fueled me. I roughly threw his face to the side before raising the crop and striking his upper thigh, a little too close for his liking to his privates.

“Fuck! Be careful!” He shifted, the restraints clanking off metal, he rubbed his thigh, “five,” I could tell he was angry now, his hands tense and his body more upright. He was no longer fully sub, something..no..someone else was here. I raised the crop and brought it down…But he caught it in his strong hand.

“What do you-” I remarked as he ripped off his restraints and took the crop off me, throwing it to the side. I couldn’t react, I was scared now. He stood quickly, too quickly for me to back off and away from him. He grabbed me by the throat with one hand and started undoing the collar round his throat with the other.

“Stupid little sub,” he stated, feeling me gulp against his hand, “do you really think I’d let you hit me ten times? Oh no no, you’re my fucking bitch now and I’m going to make you fucking hurt,” he pulled off the collar and threw that aside too, his other hand now groping my body, my curves, “I’m going to beat you, punish you, make you wish you’d never pulled that little trick. Then I’ll fuck you, use you until you’re covered in nothing but my cum and my marks,” his grip tightened more and I clawed at his hands, whimpering slightly. Secretly this was turning me on, making me want him so desperately but I would never tell him. I loved it when he took control, when he would break me. I wanted my master.

“Lets begin, kitten,” he smirked.

—

He was in charge now, card or not I was his bitch. I loved that. I looked up at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to make his move. I didn’t have to wait long. He pushed me away by my throat, and took a long stride, following me, pushing me onwards as I stumbled backwards, almost lifting me off the ground with one strong hand, until I slammed into the wall. The impact wobbled a photo frame, and sent a shockwave echoing around my chest and head. He leant down close to me, bringing his eyes level with mine. I could feel his hot breath against my made-up cheeks, smell his aftershave wafting in the air, I could see the fire in his eyes. Instantly he cut through the fog that was clouding my mind. My attention was locked on him, my body hanging on his every action. I was so excited.

“Now,” he began, “first things first, YOU’RE going to take those hits. All ten. And then the five you hit me with on top. And you will count. And you will thank me for each and every one. You will say ‘Thank you master’ after each and every hit. Do you understand?”

“Yes master,” I purred back, eyes wide. Where would he hit me? With what? 15 times?! Shit…

His strong hand gripped my shoulder, and spun me around, slamming my face against the wall and making me grunt as the force crushed my breasts. Instinctively I stuck out my bum slightly, hoping he would hit me there… He couldn’t resist. His hand traced down my back, following my spine, and down my round bum, which he grabbed hard, hard enough to make me whimper very slightly. As it moved downwards sparks raced ahead of it, zapping from his hands, down my spine, to between my legs. Then SMACK!

“Ahhh!” I squealed, trying to stifle a moan as the impact stung me, and intensified the sparks a hundredfold “… One… Thank you master” SMACK! on the other cheek this time, “T-two, thank you, master.” Three, Four, Five, Six I counted, each one hard, and forceful, making me scream and whimper and grunt. A little moan escaped my lips as he stopped, and caressed the sore spots. “Please master.. It hurts”

“Oh it hurts, does it?” He mocked me, his voice full of pretend sympathy.

“Yes…”

“GOOD. It’s fucking meant to! You dumb cunt. Of course it fucking hurts. You’re lucky I’m just using my hand, and not using the crop as you did. Or my belt.”

Instantly I panicked. “No Master, please, not the belt! I’ve not been that bad have I?!” I whimpered, scared just at the mention of his belt. It terrified me.

“I don’t care if you’ve been bad, or good,” he snarled back at me, “I don’t care if you’re scared. I don’t care if it leaves marks, if it leaves scars, if it. Fucking. Breaks you. All I care about is hurting you. Because I enjoy it.”

“Master…” I whimpered pathetically, hoping he would show a sliver of mercy.

“You’re lucky your arse feels so good to touch,” he continued, rubbing and groping it, “to feel, to squeeze, to spank!” His hand hit me again, lighter than before, light enough to feel good rather than painful

“Err, oh, seven, master, thank you, master.” Again, on the same spot. “Eight! Thank you, master. Ohh, nine, thank you, master!” Each hit was making my tingle now,, I was loving it, I was getting turned on bağcılar escort even, and I knew he could tell. His hand slid down my sore bum, and slid slightly between my legs, getting close enough to make me whimper gently as I felt the pressure of his fingers through the denim. But then quickly he pulled back, and spanked me hard. Harder than any before. Hard enough to make my legs shake. “Teennnnnnn, ohhh, ah, ah, than-thank you, master,” I panted, through gritted teeth.

“Good girl,” he growled into my ear. More sparks. “Such as good girl.” His hands traced my behind, exploring, wandering, when he touched the sore spots I shivered, and I could tell he was smiling, without having to look. “Oh, is that sore, kitten?”

“Yes, master…”

“It feels good though, doesn’t it slut?”

“I’m not… Yes, master.” I admitted.

“Since your poor little butt is so sore, let’s find somewhere else to hit…”

“My-my bum is fine, master” I whimpered, scared of where else he would pick.

Ignoring me, his hands slid upwards, up to my top, and pulled it up, the tight fabric moving to reveal my pale skin underneath.

“Yeah… Here will do, I think,” he decided, and dug a nail hard into my back. I couldn’t help but cry out as it dragged across my skin, drawing blood and leaving a long red line, and then another, drawing a cross.

“Please master… That hurts” I pleaded

“Good.” He barked back. SLAP!

I squealed loudly, tears welling in my eyes as his palm impacted the very centre of the cross he had drawn on my back. “Ahhhhhhh, master! Fuck! E-eleven, oh fuck, oh, thank you master. Ugh.” Twelve, thirteen hit hard,on the exact same spot in quick succession, and I couldn’t help myself. I squealed and grunted and groaned as I pulled away from him, shaking. “Twelve, thirteen,” I panted, “thank you… master,” through grit teeth. Reaching out towards me with a step his next hit drive into the top of my thigh, making it weak. “Ahhhh, fourteen, fuck. Thank you… master.” No more, please, please, I’ll be good, I’ll never hit you again, I’ll do anything!” I pleaded as I stumbled back away from him further.

“Oh I fucking know you’ll be good,” he spat back, “and I can fucking make you do anything you want. But,” his voice suddenly turned more sympathetic, “you only have one to go. Come here.” I shook my head, and the sympathy was gone again. “NOW!” Hearing him raise his voice like that shocked me into action, and I stepped closer to him. Grabbing me by the hair he leant down to my level, as I cowered in pain.

“Please master, no, no!”

“Only one more hit,” he told me, his voice again sympathetic and soft, in total contrast to the tight grip he had on my hair.

“Okay.. Okay, ” I panted, “just, please, not on my back… anywhere else. Anywhere.” Immediately I regretted my words and then regretted them even more as his hand struck my face, and sent me reeling, before he tugged me back by my scalp.

“Ahhhh, fuckkkkk!” I wined, a tear rolling down my cheek, “Fifteen, Fifteen, fuck!.. Thank you master” I blubbered.

“Good,” he barked harshly, letting go of my hair, and I dropped to my knees.

His hand reached down to cup my chin as I knelt there, and slowly I looked up at him, eyes wide, arms pushing my breasts together, my mouth slightly agape. I knew this was the best way to get him on side.

“Good girl,” he smiled. And then the smile disappeared, and his and gripped my face hard. “I hope you’ve learned your fucking lesson, cunt,” he barked at me.

“Yes master, I’m sorry master,” I whimpered back, shifting my weight to relieve the pressure on my sore bum, letting my boobs jiggle a little as I did. He must have been pleased with my answer, his grip released, and the smile reappeared on his lips.

“Go and get your collar and leash,” he ordered, and I went to stand, but his strong hand pressed down on my shoulder, sending me back to the floor. “Crawl.”

On my hands and knees, I crawled across the room, to where the collar had landed when he had thrown it off, leash still attached. Gripping it tight I moved back across the carpet, hoping that this wasn’t damaging my stockings. As I came to rest in front of master I presented the leather to him with open hands, as I stayed on my knees. Looking up at him like that, knowing he couldn’t take his eyes off me, knowing that he could do absolutely anything he wanted to me, it was the best feeling in the world.

“Good girl,” he smiled, admiring it. ‘Look up for me.”

Obediently I tilted my head back, looking at him, eyes wide. I subconsciously licked my lips as I played with my hair my hair, hoping he would put the collar on me. He kept me waiting. Inspecting the object in his hand he admired the jewellery and buckles, unclipping the leash and holding it separately. With each second that went by my excitement built. I was starting to get desperate, for his approval, for his touch. Finally, he lent down, and I felt ümraniye escort the firm leather against my skin as the collar wrapped around my neck. It pulled tight suddenly. Fastened closed. I couldn’t help but gasp as the material pressed against my throat. The collar immediately put me completely in my subspace. I was his, his kitten. I loved it. For a long moment he admired me, as I wriggled on my knees and flicked my eyelashes at him, pushing everything out into his view.

“What a pretty kitty you are,” he smiled at me, following the line of my jaw with his finger.

“Hehe thank you master” I giggled back.

Then he fastened the leash to the loop, and gave it a hard tug, making me gasp as I tried to keep my balance.

“C’mon kitten,” he told me, standing upright and taking a step back, “come.”

He gave the leash another hard tug, and I stumbled to my hands and knees, with a grunt. Quickly master marched me across the room, and I struggled to keep up, the collar pulling tight around my neck as I fell behind. He came to stop by the radiator, and passed the leash around the vertical pipe, and pulled it tight, slamming me against the metal, which was thankfully cool.

“Fuck,” I grunted, as my face pressed against it hard.

“Oh, is something the matter, kitten?” he teased, pulling the leash even tighter, making the collar pull hard on my neck since I couldn’t move an inch to relieve the pressure.

I couldn’t reply, I couldn’t find the words, instead, I bared my teeth and snarled at him, I tried to claw at him, to lash out, but I needed my hands on the floor to stop my body weight bending my neck. “Fuck,” I repeated.

He only laughed, tying me off to the radiator like some sort of dog.

“Stay.”

As if I could go anywhere even if I wanted to. Desperately I tried to shift my weight around, to get comfortable, to be able to move an inch, but no matter which way I wriggled and squirmed I couldn’t get my cheek off the metal of the radiator, or relieve the pressure of the collar digging into my neck. As I struggled helplessly I could see him walking around the room, no, not just walking, stalking. He looked like an animal, a wolf, a tiger, admiring his helpless prey. Even from here I could see the look in his eyes, the anger, the fire. Just looking at him was shocking, scary… exciting. My whole body buzzed with anxiety and expectation, and with lust. The stinging ache in my bum and my back and my thighs was sending tingles to my brain, making me want him. Despite the pain, I wanted more, I always wanted more. More pain, more pleasure, to be more under his control. Then I saw him bend down, and, I assumed, grab the crop from the floor. Every other emotion flushed from my body. Fear took over. Desperately I squirmed and pulled and tugged to get away, I felt my stockings rip as I scrambled for grip but I didn’t care. I had to get away. But I couldn’t. I felt the leather tip of the crop tickle up the back of my thighs, and I froze dead. My lip shook slightly, and my body trembled as it moved up over my bum, and up my back. Suddenly he pulled it away, and I flinched, expecting the hit. But it didn’t come, instead, he reached down, and pulled my my top, pulling it up my back and up to my shoulders, baring the skin and exposing the straps of my lacy bra. My breathing was getting faster, my body was braced for the impact. The adrenaline was rushing. But still, the hit didn’t come. His hands moved now to my shorts, his finger running around the waistband, to the button, undoing them nimbly despite me wriggling and kicking to try and keep him away. As he tried to pull them down I kicked at him and managed to strike him on the shin with my foot.

“Fuck,” he cursed, feeling the pain. That would leave a bruise. I knew the tone of his voice well, I knew I had hurt him, and I know I was going to pay for it. Instantly I regretted my decision. Dammit, why couldn’t I just be good, and do as I was told? This was going to hurt…

In revenge he stamped down onto the back of my leg with his foot, holding it in place, and sending a shot of pain up from my calf.

“Ah, fuck c’mon that’s not fair!” I protested, but he ignored me. His hands pulled down my shorts all the way and revealed my almost see-through underwear, which hugged my round, red behind. I arched my back for him and gave my bum a little wiggle, I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist staring at it. But that didn’t stop him, I flinched as I felt the crop, tickling my skin as it traced up my leg, up the inside of my thigh. As it moved it sent sparks before it, tickling, teasing, making me needy… even needier. It moved between my legs, and I couldn’t help but whimper slightly as it pressed on my most sensitive area. His treatment was making me excited, horny, desperate even, and just the lightest touch through my underwear was enough to make me squirm desperately. I needed more. I needed to be touched, to be fucked, But the crop didn’t stop there, it moved back and up over my sore bum, and followed the line of my spine to between my shoulder blades.

Suddenly the I felt the whole atmosphere in the room changed, it was as if a storm had rolled in in a fraction of a second. My body was squirming under his electric gaze. I could feel his eyes locked on me like a missile. Then the crop hit. The smack was like thunder and the impact was like lightning through my skin.

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Dave laid in bed after sodomizing his hot, submissive girlfriend, Sue’s bravery and creativity had opened the door to them discovering together that they were perfectly suited to each other – in bed and out. She opened herself up to try things he had always fantasized about to discover that she was truly as submissive as he was dominant.

He had been remembering the night he shared her with his friend Tom a few weeks ago. It had been one of the most incredible sexual experiences of his life. He had been talking about it since that night, fantasizing about another such experience. Sue had enjoyed it, too, but seemed hesitant to try it again. Of course, he thought she was against the idea in the first place – until she had surprised himself and Tom tied to a chair in a sexy little corset!

“Of course, I probably wouldn’t have picked Tom. He really surprised me, though. He got way more into that I would have expected.”

“Tell me about it! Even you have only spanked me that hard a few times – and not on your first time doing it! Some of the crop marks just faded completely!” Dave laughed delightedly.

“Yeah, he was pretty into it. I can’t believe how hot it was to watch him use you like that!”

“Mmmm. I was comfortable enough to put myself in that position because I thought he wouldn’t get too rough – that he would be game enough to join in, but not get too out of control. Man did I underestimate him!” Dave laughed even harder.

“I am glad you did! It was so god damned hot watching the things he did to you. I want more! I want to do it again!”

“I know, but if Tom was that rough – I’m nervous. It was great, and I am really glad we did it – but I am scared. Who would you choose to share me with?”

“Mmmm. I have thought a lot about that. Maybe Wade. He would go mad for a shot at you – and to be allowed to do the things I do to you…”

“Wade? Are you kidding me? I can’t imagine the condition I would be in after a session with him! Easy going Tom pushed me to my limit – Wade? Your crazy!”

“How about Andy?”

“If he weren’t freakishly huge, maybe – he is a nice guy, but he is strong as an ox and nearly as big. Just imagine the size of the dick that goes with the rest of that giant! Again, if easy going, average size Tom could lose control that completely – imagine what that giant could do if he lost it!”

Sue could see the wheels spinning behind Dave’s intense eyes. He wasn’t giving up on either of those two guys joining them some time.

“Paul – not too wild, not too huge…”

“Not too friendly. He barely acknowledges me when he is in our home – like a woman isn’t worth conversing with. I’m not sure why, but I think he scares me more than the other two together!”

“I think it would be fantastic to share you with any of them. They are all guys who could really add to our …. enjoyment of our special relationship. You look so sexy with a red swollen ass – tied down and helpless. And the sexy sounds that come out you! You know what we need to do? Let’s go up to the cabin again, where we don’t have to worry about the neighbors – I can do all the things I love to do to you, and you can make all the noise you want. A symphony of moans and cries! It could be so good.”

Sue was relieved he was on to something new – off the idea of sharing her with men who scared her, and on to just the two of them doing something they would both really love!

“Sounds great. When do you want to go?”

“How about next weekend? You can go up ahead on Friday, I can come up after work.”

“Mmm. I can get the groceries in, and start dinner. I am really looking forward to this.”

“And maybe another sexy little outfit. Go shopping. I love when you come up with one of those inventive little corsets. That pink one with all the rings was fun! Can you find something that even outdoes that?”

“Oh, I can give it a try.

A week and a half later, Sue drove up to the cabin. The only clothes she packed were three little lingere outfits that she was sure would drive Dave insane. She was wet with anticipation. Dave had been really busy at work lately – they hadn’t “played” in batman escort more than a week.

Sue put the groceries away. Dave had done the shopping yesterday, and put the bags in her car before he left for work. She laughed at him as she put the massive amount of food away. Did he think they would be stranded here until spring? He had enough beer for weeks. Sue opened up the rooms and brought in some firewood. She tried to get a fire started, but the wood was too large and she had nothing to start it with. Oh well, it was chilly – but not freezing, and Dave always had a few newspapers floating around his car. He could start it when he got here. When she thought it was close to the time Dave would be arriving, she took off the jeans and sweater. The cabin was chillier than she realized as she slipped into the silver-grey satin corset. It left her ass bare and pushed her tits up and out while it didn’t quite cover her nipples. Dave would love this one. It had nasty little nipple-clamps attached to what looked like a decorative silver chain draped across the front. She put those fun cuffs on her arms just above her elbows that her wrists could be snapped into. She added cuffs to her ankles that had rings on them that could be attached to just about anything in the room that caught Dave’s active imagination. Her heels were five inches tall and she could hardly walk in them. Somehow, in the chilly cabin she felt even more exposed that usual. She placed Dave’s favorite paddles, crop, dildos and butt plugs around the room. When she heard the car on the gravel road in front of the house, she knelt just inside the door. It was cold enough now that she shivered just a little, her nipples hard in the chilly cabin and sticking out towards the door.

Dave arrived at the cabin in a state of arousal. This time, he would surprise Sue. She was afraid of letting any one of the three guys in the car share her, but all three would really push her limits! He was confident that she would ultimately enjoy the next few days. He hushed the rowdy guys as they parked the car – not wanting her to realize they were here until she saw them. The guys were primed and ready – unlike Tom, knowing in advance what was being offered. All three of them had expressed, usually crudely, what a lucky bastard Dave was to have a hottie like that to fuck. When he revealed just how lucky he was, that that hottie was submissive, liked to be spanked roughly, and fucked in the ass and shared – they were awestruck. They agreed to his rules and not to harm her, thrilled to be invited to enjoy her for an entire weekend.

Opening the door quickly, and allowing all four men to step in before Sue could react, Dave grinned at the shocked woman on her knees at her feet.

“Damn, Dave. You weren’t shitting us! She really is waiting on her knees dressed for fucking!” exclaimed Wade.

“Dave, what did you do? I’m not ready for this.” Sue whispered to Dave.

“Sure you are, baby. You’re just nervous. You would be crazy not to be. Trust me, we’re all going to have an amazing weekend. Just go with it.”

“Not like I have much choice, do I?”

“That’s my girl. Turn around, let me snap your cuffs on.” Sue, trembling, turned her back to Dave and let him secure her arms tightly behind her. He felt her trembling, and it thrilled him. He placed his hands around her, reached up and fondled her tits. She met the eyes of the three men staring at her, and was torn between terror, and the excitement building deep inside. Dave squeezed her tits, then ran his hands down between her legs, “Remember, this warm, sopping wet hole is off limits. Mouth and ass only.”

“Dave, there are so many of you – and a whole weekend. I don’t think my ass can take all that. Don’t you think it will be too much?”

“I’m counting on it!” He placed his hands on her shoulders, and firmly pressed down, pushing her to her knees. He stepped around her, and pressed his familiar dick into her mouth. She tried to forget what was to come, and just sucked on that familiar cock. Wade was the first to approach. He stepped behind her and reached down to kneed yalova escort her soft breasts. He wasn’t terribly rough, and she relaxed just a little. Dave pulled out of her mouth, and pulled her up to her feet. He lead her over to an ottoman, and laid her over it. Her head and tits dangled over one side, her legs over the other. Dave handed out some of the toys he used for spanking her. A paddle, a long flexible flat flogger and the crop. Paul grinned and pulled his wide leather belt out of the loops.

“I’m and old fashioned sort of guy. There is nothing like a well worn leather belt for whipping a sweet little ass.” It occurred to Sue that this was why they hadn’t played this week – he wasn’t tired out from work, he was making sure she was fresh for his little party weekend.

Paul started things off with a wicked swipe of his belt. She howled. Sue never cried out this early in a spanking – but the fear and sting of that evil belt pulled it out of her. Hell – the whole point of doing this here was so that she could make noise.

All four guys let out a hearty laugh at her reaction to the belt. “Nice start,” said Dave. Andy swung the flogger. It had a deeper burn, not as sharp ad the belt, but wicked all the same. Wade didn’t want to be outdone, and really walloped her with the paddle. Again, she cried out in pain. The paddle was usually the implement that Dave used the most, enjoying the all-over color it gave her ass. Dave gave a firm hit of the crop, right at the bottom of one cheek – he knew where she was most sensitive. The guys fell into a steady rhythm. Sue’s cries and the sound of the various items striking her flesh filled the silence of the night in the woods.

They stopped, seeming to all know at once that this part of the program was finished – for now. She had no doubt that with an entire weekend to play, she would find herself in this position again.

Dave helped her to her feet. Her ass felt swollen and it throbbed. She could just imagine the array of angry colors in her flesh. They had spanked not only her ass, but down the back of her thighs. Dave had never done that, but given how colorful they probably were, and how sore, she was sure he would land a few blows there on future spankings.

All three of Dave’s “guests” sat down. She was sent to get beers for the guys, they had apparently built up quite a thirst spanking her. While they relaxed, Dave pulled her to the floor at his feet, and pulled out his cock. Sue knew just what he wanted. She took his rigid pole into her mouth and started to suck as she worked her way down. He would want to show off how deep he could make her take it, and she wouldn’t disappoint. After a few minutes of sitting back and enjoying her efforts, he gripped her hair and took control of the blowjob. He fucked her mouth deep, pausing with his cock all the down her throat so the guys could hear her gag. As he eased her up they heard her gasp for air. Eventually, this was too tame for him, so he stood up and turned her body so she sat her bruised ass on the floor with her head lying back on the chair Dave had just left. He rammed his cock into her from this angle – forcing it deep, making her struggle for air as she concentrated on not gagging. The other three guys leaned forward, fascinated by the scene. Dave figured her ass was going to take a lot, so he let the orgasm build in his balls and released into her mouth, pulling back to deposit most of his cum in her mouth. She captured it there. He let her sit up, then fell back into his chair, Sue still at his feet. “Turn around and show everyone,” he commanded. She opened her mouth and showed her audience the huge mouthful of cum. “The thing that makes this so hot, is I know how much she really hates the taste and texture of cum,” he told the other guys. “Swirl it around, really make sure you coat your whole mouth with it.” Grimacing, Sue obeyed. He waited even longer that usual, before finally granting her permission to swallow it. Some dare-devil demon inside her decided to play with them a little. She swallowed small amounts of it, making disgusted faces as she did. She could see that all four of ordu escort them savored how unpleasant she found it. “Time to suck some new dicks. Why don’t you start with Wade?” Dave suggested. Again, as long as they were going to do whatever they could think of to her, she decided to play in to it. She stumbled to Wade on her knees. Without her hands, she had to wait for him to open his fly and pull his erection out for her. She brushed her sensitive nipples against his jeans while he fumbled with his belt. Paul and Andy nearly drooled.

Wade pulled out a respectable cock, slid to the edge of his seat and grasped Sue’s hair on either side of her head and pulled her face to his hard-on. She sucked on the head for a bit, then started to slide down his cock. After a few minutes of this, he started to take control, pulling her head down deeper and deeper, feeling her soft throat convulse around the head. He was a little easier to take than Dave, but he was rough and fucked her face until he felt his load boiling in his balls. He followed Dave’s cue and deposited it her mouth. She wanted to spit sooo bad. His cum tasted really bitter, much worse than Dave’s, but she did what she knew they wanted – what for some reason seemed to thrill the shit out of them. She held it in her mouth and repeated the little show Dave had made her perform.

Next she crawled as best she could on her knees to Paul. She looked into his cold eyes, and shivered – suddenly remembering that she hadn’t been able to start a fire, and the guys all wore jeans and heavy sweaters or flannel while she was nearly naked. Paul pulled out a cock that was as thick as Dave’s and just a bit longer. Her jaw already ached a bit. Paul stood up, and Sue shivered, knowing this would be more intense than either Dave or Wade’s blowjob. He didn’t wait for her to start off slow. He grabbed a handful of hair on top of her head rested her head against the rough stone wall behind her. She wouldn’t be able to back up even the slightest bit, and he wouldn’t need to pull her head back and forth – just keep it steady. He shoved his dick into her mouth – steadily pushing until he felt her throat struggling to deny him entry. He paused, enjoying the sensation, then pushed even more into her and held himself there. She started to see spots behind her eyes – so desperate to breath. He pulled back a bit – he had apparently made some sort of point, then commenced the face-fucking. He was brutal and he lasted longer than Wade, or even Dave. When it came time for him to come – he didn’t play any games with making her hold it for him. He shot most of it down her throat, making her realize that as bad as it tasted, it was easier that way than to have it flow straight down. She gagged and some came out her nose, so the taste was even more prevalent. It wasn’t bitter like Wade’s, but it was strong and unpleasant. She slid to the floor – the back of her head feeling as bruised as her lips from pressing firmly against the stone.

Andy got up and came to her. He pulled her to the middle of the floor and leaned back against one of the over stuffed chairs. Pulling Sue’s face to his huge cock, she whimpered just looking at it. He stroked her hair like a pet, and pressed his cock to her lips. Sue opened her mouth and took the head, licking and sucking. When Andy resisted the impulse to take control, Sue got braver – opening her mouth as wide as she could and sucking more of his massive dick into her mouth. He eventually gave into the urge to grab her hair, but he didn’t attempt to shove her face all the way down. Sue sucked and licked enthusiastically – trying to get him off without having that monster shoved into her throat. It took longer to get him to come that way, and when he did she couldn’t contain all of the cum in her mouth. He didn’t make her show everyone the massive load, but he made her hold and swish it around – telling her he wanted to make her taste him. His was more like Dave’s; just thick and slimey and bitter enough to be unpleasant. He made her hold for it quite awhile and told her to swallow like she did Dave’s – savoring the objectionable taste. Once she had swallowed it all, he instructed her to lick the cum that she had dripped out from his legs and the floor. She looked at him, then bent to obey. So far this weekend was fantastic. Then Andy whispered to her “by the time we leave here, you will deep throat this cock, baby.” She looked at him, fear written across her features – and hoped he was right.

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(Author’s note: The first two sections are in Novels and Novellas, but this probably is better suited for this category)

That was unbelievable! After days and days of no sexual overtones whatsoever, now he wanted her naked? And what was that about property?

“In your dreams, Nick Saylor. I am going home now!”

But the door was locked, and Hailey could not open it. Nick made no move to help her, and realizing that he seemed serious, Hailey tried cajoling. “Come on Nick, stop joking. If you want to get me naked, let’s hit the sheets, and I’ll show you mine if you will show me yours!”

Nick sighed, and before Hailey could say another word, he had her arms pinned behind her back and tied tightly with a rope that he seemed to have produced out of nowhere. Truth be told, Hailey did not struggle very hard for things finally seemed to be getting interesting. Besides, it was kind of like the stuff she had been dreaming about. Nick turned her around, and with mighty tug, tore off her tank top, baring her to her waist as Hailey wasn’t wearing a bra. He began to pinch and tug at her nipples causing Hailey to close her eyes and moan with pleasure. She had been hoping for a little more finesse when Nick finally fucked her, but she’d take this too! She was lost in sensations, and the sharp pain in her nipples came as a jolt. Hailey squealed and opened her eyes to see two clothespins attached to her tender nubs. OK, now this was getting weird!

She karabük escort began to protest in earnest. Her screams and insults got her tank top stuffed into her mouth, muffling her quite effectively. Attempts to push it out with her tongue got a wide piece of tape plastered across her face. (Yes, Nick was fully prepared for Hailey’s reactions). As Hailey stared at him with wide, scared eyes, he slowly removed the clothes pins. Hailey winced in pain, but was also relieved at this gesture. Maybe….

But the relief was shortlived as he clamped them on again. Then he turned his attention to her shoes, shorts and panties, which he removed quickly in spite of Hailey’s struggles. And with each piece of clothing removed, he changed the postion of the clothes pins on her increasingly tender nipples. “I think this game is called ‘windmills’ Blondie. Let’s see how many directions I can turn the pin around.”

Ignoring her tearful face, he patted her bare pussy, which she kept completely shaved because of the skimpiness of some of her cheerleader outfits. “Pity, Blondie, I really wanted to see if you were a true blonde!”

Another long coil of rope bound her legs tightly together, Hailey was bent over a stuffed sofa and lay there helplessly with her ass high in the air. Another adjustment of the clothespins, and Nick said, “You disobeyed me, Blondie and I have to punish you. Thirty strokes with osmaniye escort the hairbrush.” Hailey had never been spanked before (dirty dreams notwithstanding), and she shook her head wildly, trying to move away. But the hairbrush came down hard, first on one rounded asscheek, and then on the other. It continued its stinging kisses until Hailey was sobbing uncontrollably. These blows were so painful, shortening her breath and tensing her body as she tried to cope.

Finally the spanking stopped, just when she thought she couldn’t breathe. Another changing of the clothespins that drew a muffled howl from Hailey, then something cool and fragrant was massaged into her throbbing ass.

Nick turned her around, and said, “That was a punishment, Blondie, for disobedience. But if you behave well, there will be rewards too.” He laid her down on the sofa and untied her legs, spreading them wide apart, and bending them until her knees were almost at shoulder level. Hailey struggled to protest this humiliating and exposed position until his long fingers found her pussy and began to stroke it with consummate skill. Without being fully aware of it, she began to moan and shake with pleasure as he coaxed her clit out of its hood, and rubbed her vaginal walls, drawing moisture from her steadily increasing excitement. Hailey wasn’t sexually very active, and had learned to submerge her sexual feelings with exercise marmaris escort and hard work. But this …this felt soooo good! Much better than her dreams!! In spite of the pain in her ass and nipples, or maybe because of them, it did not take very long for her to arch into Nick’s probing fingers in a satisfying orgasm.

Nick withdrew his fingers from her pussy with an audible squelch that had Hailey blushing in mortification.

“Blondie, I hope you enjoyed your little reward, because next time, you have to work a lot harder to earn it. Now, it is time to transport you to your new slave quarters.” Before Hailey could move, a thick leather hood descended on her head, completely blocking out the light. Her whole world grew muffled as heavy earmuffs completed her travel outfit. The ropes returned to bind her legs tightly together, thus preventing any thoughts of kicking and escaping this strange new predicament.

Nick slung the blind, deaf and mute Hailey over his shoulder, and gave her ass a sharp smack, grinning at her wiggle. He took her down to his car through his private elevator. Popping open the trunk, he dropped her in and began his preparations for the journey. He tied her legs to one end of the trunk and her hands to the other. A slim tube attached to wiring was inserted into her still wet pussy. He placed a bristly mat under her ass so that she would feel it with every wiggle. A final adjustment to the clothes pins, another squeal and Hailey was ready.

Hailey felt the car beginning to move. Then she felt the thing in her pussy begin to vibrate. As she wiggled in time to the vibrator, the bristly mat dug into her sore ass. The bumpy ride made her nipples throb. The car speeded up, and so did the vibrator and Hailey’s wiggles as she was rapidly transported to her new life.

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The next morning, after breakfast, Mistress Candace took young Amanda aside.

“I hear we took your anal cherry last night,” she said softly.

“Yes Mistress. Master Stuart took me in my bottom,” replied Amanda with a massive grin. “Mistress Rose was there as well.”

“Yes, I know,” came the reply with a smile. “I know all about it. We decided it was time for you. But how do you feel?”

“I feel great, thank you Mistress. I was worried about being sore afterwards but I felt good. I was so pleased to serve Master Stuart like that.”

“Did you enjoy it when he came inside your bottom?”

“Yes Mistress, I did. Its really true that a man’s cum is a special reward for us. But I guess I didn’t expect that until third year or something.”

“My dear Amanda,” said Candace with another smile, “you have many talents as a submissive.” On hearing that, Amanda smiled back. “Some of the other students excel in one or two skills. But always remember that you will make an exceptional submissive in your own right.”

She paused. “You are a great advertisement for Hanson House already. If you continue to excel in your training Mistress Rose has some special clients in mind for you. I expect we will offer you to them before your graduation.”

That was a shock for Amanda – both because the system was as clinical as that and because she was being sent to the head of the class. She looked searchingly at Candace. The student was about to ask the obvious question.

“No no,” said Candace quickly. “It is not set in stone. You will not meet them for a long time yet. When its right you will find out everything. But patience is also an important virtue for you.” The two of them grinned at one another.

“Just remember, you have lost your anal virginity now. You are in special company. I hope you will feel proud of yourself. And I hope the feeling of having been taken ‘back there’ will help to motivate you further.”

Amanda felt as if she was ready to burst. It wasn’t only the after-effects of her first arsefuck. She knew that she was marked for future success. For a high achiever like Amanda that was like gold.

The other thing lifting her spirits that morning was that this week her special classes would be on “cock service”. That meant playing with cocks. At Hanson House that was a special privilege. Even better was the fact these would be older males, more like the men they would submit to in the future.

At the same moment as Amanda was talking with Candace, two of her roommates were in a separate meeting with Mistress Rose.

Lis and Grace had been summoned during breakfast. It was in their nature for this duo to suppose they’d done something wrong and were to be punished for it. So they were surprised when Rose informed them they were being asked to accept a special duty.

“You do have the right to refuse this request,” she was saying. “I don’t think you will. And besides, at Hanson House we expect loyalty from all our students. So I advise you against turning me down.”

The two students grinned and assured Mistress Rose they’d do anything asked of them.

“There is a special event this Saturday night. It is being held in a private residence, off-campus. The people involved are benefactors of Hanson House. People who make major contributions to us each year. Without them we could not continue to provide you all with the special services you need.”

Rose went on, explaining that it was a party for a discreet group of older adults, people in their forties and older. It seemed this was a regular event and that Hanson House always sent some of its students along to help the night along. “The usual practice is to send some of the final year students along to provide these services. On this occasion we have been asked to provide two of our sophomores. I have considered this very carefully.”

It was clear that this group had special “kinky” needs that had to be accommodated. The selected students were expected to serve refreshments, to fetch and carry. Very often, it seemed, they were be expected to be available for other types of “service”.

“If you are chosen for this party, if you accept this assignment,” Rose said seriously, “you must understand that you will have no right to refuse any request. These are important people and they expect a high standard of service from our students.”

Rose let that sink in. She gave instructions to Lis and Grace as to how they would prepare for Saturday night. They would be fitted for their uniforms. In this case, this was nothing more than a g-string, stockings, garter belt and stilettos. They would be practically nude. What was surprising was that masturbation was forbidden them until after the party. The staff expected the pupils to honour this instruction.

“The guests will be having sex, performing all manner of sex acts. Do not stare unless you are invited to watch. Do not snigger or giggle or make any negative comment about anything you see or hear. It is very possible that you will be required to assist the sex play in some way. You may be needed to perform certain acts zonguldak escort to help the party to stay in the right mood. Do not disappoint me.”

This last instruction was given with real meaning. Neither of the pupils would dare betray Mistress Rose. All the same, her face as she uttered those words left Lis and Grace in no doubt that they would have to obey any and all instructions given to them at the party.

Of course, Mistress Rose had chosen well. Grace was an extrovert and a slut who would not miss an opportunity to impress. Lisbeth was more mature and had known for a long time her true calling. She also was by far the more ‘natural’ submissive. Lis could be relied upon to truly serve the VIPs. Both students wondered how they would manage to wait for the rest of the week.

That afternoon, Amanda arrived for her “cock service” class. There were three other students and eight men – a mixture of instructors and attendants. She’d found it impossible to concentrate on her academic work that day. Her backside still throbbed slightly from the abuse of the previous day. More to the point, she’d thought of little other than the fresh cocks she was going to play with.

As was usual, the first class began with some porno on a large screen. This group of students was familiar with such material. There was Amanda, two smaller brunettes and Elissa and all had been sexually curious for some time before entering Hanson House.

One of the brunettes was Abbie. She’d been among the group who’d been figged and paddled in front of the entire year. She had a measure of cockiness about her and this would have been part of the reason she’d earned herself such a public punishment.

Abbie had boasted to a few of her friends that she’d had a lot of experience with cocks. Naturally she claimed to be a virgin. Still, that hadn’t stopped her enjoying, and being enjoyed by, a number of boys in high school. Abbie said that her time at uni had taken the number to a dozen.

“I didn’t care if they thought I was a slut. Besides I knew I was popular with the older guys and that’s why they came after me.”

It seemed that her biggest accomplishment to date had been with two older boys, friends of her brother. They’d lured Abbie into the backyard at someone’s party. Out there, in the dark, they’d quickly put her on her knees and taken out their cocks. Abbie had been so delighted by those two excited phalluses that she’d easily let them take turns with her mouth.

That was the first time Abbie had ever experienced a man cumming in her mouth. She hadn’t mean to. Then again she hadn’t been asked. She was shocked and almost choked when, without warning, the first of them unloaded a flood of his thick, tasty semen in her mouth. Abbie had been caught by surprise and so, without thinking, she had quickly swallowed his load in two great gulps. She had felt humiliated for just a moment, just until the second boy took his place and, in turn, spewed his cum into her young mouth.

The fact that the older boys had both called her a cocksucker only made the experience more memorable for Abbie. She had been validated as a sexy and desirable young woman. It had reinforced her joy at giving men what they wanted sexually. Abbie always told the story with a big grin on her face.

Enjoyment, an instructor was telling the class, was a key element in giving the best service they could to a man and his cock. “We know you are all submissive and enjoy serving others sexually,” said Master Paul. It was he who’d been taking advantage of Grace and her huge tits. “But a man can usually tell the difference between a woman who is doing her duty and a slut who loves to take and pleasure his cock.”

The porn they watched on the big screen was standard stuff, showing women sucking and wanking a variety of cocks of different shapes, sizes and colours. Paul and one of the other instructors gave a running commentary.

“There’s no need to bob your head that fast, good pressure from your lips is more important …look how she uses her hand to give the greatest pleasure to his cock …always remember its the downstroke that works best for a cock, you are not milking a cow!”

Everyone was aroused, despite the clinical setting of the classroom. So it was no surprise that all the men had partial erections as they removed their trousers for the remainder of the first lesson.

Amanda was stunned, all the students were. Eight half swollen cocks suddenly came into view. Most of the young women had only limited experience with men and their members. Even the titfucking classes hadn’t really allowed them to study the adult cock in all its glory. Now they had eight specimens in front of them, all different shapes and sizes, all big and growing. Amanda kept thinking of how wonderful Stuart’s cock had looked and felt. What she hadn’t realised, and none of her peers knew, was that Hanson House had minimum standards for instructors and attendants. All the male staff were well endowed so as to better prepare their young charges.

The students were ordered onto their knees bursa escort on padded mats. The men paired off and selected a pupil. Abbie made a crude comment but everyone ignored her. The sexual tension was so strong it was a struggle for even these experienced men to stay focused on their task.

“Just your hands for now,” ordered Master Stuart. “Choose a cock and touch it. Play with it.” Abbie grabbed a cock with each hand and started to stroke them with her usual youthful enthusiasm.

Amanda was more anxious. It was true that she’d been titfucked and had her arsehole penetrated by Master Stuart’s thick pole. But this was different. She was intimidated and in awe of these men who so casually wielded their cocks. The fact this was all being done in “class” only added to the pressure to perform.

Still, Amanda had no choice but to obey and to slowly grip first one cock then the other. The staff, it had to be said, were gentle for this first lesson and ready to provide advice and suggestions.

Amanda was shown how to grip, how much pressure to apply and the best place to apply her fingers to each shaft. Going slowly, carefully, allowed Amanda to really study a cock for the first time. The heat in each shaft was amazing. She realised that they were as hard as Stuart’s cock must have been inside her rectum. Yet the skin that encased these magical objects was so soft to her touch.

The first pair were eager to enhance their own pleasure and readily gave Amanda advice. “Soft up, firm down,” they told her. Amanda was reassured to feel her two cocks swell and harden as she progressed.

For the men, it was an enormous struggle to maintain their composure. They had four young women at their disposal, their small young fingers curled around each shaft. It was only their experience and their self-discipline that delayed the inevitable eruption of cock juice.

Soon the men switched positions and each student was confronted with a new pair of male members. There were a few giggles from the students, sounds of nerves and excitement. To be servicing so many cocks would only have been in their imagination just weeks earlier. Even Elissa could be heard to be breathing more heavily than normal.

“You need some moisture on that skin,” Paul advised them all. “You’ll start rubbing them properly now. Get some spit on your palms and your fingers.” The men all watched closely, assessing and giving tips to the young women. “Good,” called out Master Paul. “Now you can start to really stroke the shaft. Wrap your hand around it and gently work your hand up and down.”

Even Abbie was thrilled to be able to handle so many hard cocks, to look and feel and take in all the details of their shape and size and the exact curve of each shaft. Unbeknown to each of them, they all were mentally taking notes and comparing the different cocks, trying to decide what their most desired cock might be.

With a liberal coating of saliva, the shafts became slick and easier to handle. The effect was obvious from the soft sounds of the men. Their quiet moans and sighs of delight only made the students even more eager and aroused as they let their hands slide up and down these wonderful shafts.

There was more instruction, of course. Though this group all had at least minimal experience with cocks, Hanson House left nothing to chance. All the women were shown the workings of the male penis, all were told to observe the way the skin moved when it was gripped and handled properly. This was, they were assured, the correct way to pleasure a cock and to ensure the owner would experience a superior orgasm.

There was no doubt this was a good class, full of young women who would one day be expert cocksluts. With the third pair of cocks, Master Paul was ready to move them along to the next stage of their training.

The pupils could see clearly the leaking pre-cum on each tip. Of course they all were excited as well. Virgins every one of them, they all dreamed and masturbated to the thought of a beautiful cock, like these, filling and tearing at them and finally capturing their virginity.

“Use your thumbs now,” instructed Paul. “Reach out with your thumb. Take the pre-cum you have produced and use your thumb to rub it over the head of his cock.”

With a little extra advice from their men the young students were able to follow their orders. Each of them noticed the immediate effect on the cocks they held. The enhanced sensation was clearly pleasurable for their men. For his part, Stuart was struggling to maintain his composure. It wasn’t easy to be an instructor and a participant at the same time. The way Abbie rubbed his pre-cum into the head of his cock only made him ooze faster.

Amanda this time had a nice looking Chinese man to work on. He was quite handsome and she’d never ever been this close to an Asian man. His cock was a little smaller than the others, Still, Amanda thought it a fine specimen and he felt just as hard and pleasing in her hand. He was uncircumcised which was another first for Amanda and added to malatya escort her excitement. She concentrated hard as the Chinese guy explained patiently how to treat his foreskin and how to maximise the pleasure for him.

Not for the first time, Amanda thought to herself how lucky she’d been to be accepted into Hanson House. She knew she loved sex and she loved service. Perhaps it was true that Abbie had serviced so many cocks. But Amanda knew she’d never have had such an opportunity in the outside world. Once she would have giggled girlishly at the sight of eight erect cocks. Now, today, she felt her heart thumping and her cunt oozing.

For the fourth time the men changed around and the students each had another pair of cocks. Somehow it had been arranged so Abbie got the black cock last. He wasn’t freakishly huge but Abbie almost squealed with delight. Black he was, the colour of midnight with large heavy balls that hung beneath him. Hanson House was a place without prejudice but the staff understood the attraction for a young woman like Abbie, white and being dominated by a thick black cock.

“Put your hand between your legs and get it nice and wet,” ordered Paul. “Yeah that’s it, scoop up your cunt juices. Now smear them all over that shaft. Do it again with another scoop if you need to.”

This was easy enough, They were all so aroused, even Elissa, the young lesbian, had enough cunt juice to slather each of the shafts she was working on. The young women found it a little ‘icky’ to use their moisture in that way but of course no-one objected. They all were too excited and determined to do whatever they were told.

Eight cocks glistened with their coating of cunt juice. Abbie’s black man looked even more impressive as it slid wetly through her hand. Abbie wanted to be fucked so badly that she was panting. She felt the “virginity” rule was too cruel when she had such magnificent cocks at her disposal.

“Time to finish for today,” called out Paul, struggling to contain himself. “Of course you cannot leave your instructors in this state.”

The young women looked over at one another in wonder. They were being given permission to bring these men to climax. It seemed an incredible privilege.

“Don’t leave us waiting ladies,” called out Master Paul. “It is just good manners for a submissive to let her Dominant finish off. You little sluts will receive all our cum now.”

No-one even noticed the crude language Paul had used towards them. The students were all turned-on and hungry, almost desperate to see their reward of those magnificent shafts spewing out their thick, sticky loads. They immediately gripped their cocks harder and their small, youthful hands moved faster up and down the rock-hard shafts.

The men were right on the edge having had those young nymphs playing with their cocks for so long. Two of the men finally dropped their guard and came almost instantly. The second brunette watched in amazement as her first cock spewed a long stream of white juice that seemed to be unending as it coated her hand, her wrist and dripped down onto her skirt.

Elissa got a jet of cum that shot across her left ear. It was a shock to the inexperienced lessie but she was thrilled by the sight of the white semen shooting from his pisshole. She loved the feel of their cum as it landed hot on her skin. She used a two-handed grip as her cock shot glob after glob of man-cum over her arms and some of it got on her shirt as well.

She could have been disgusted to be coated in cock juice like that, but Elissa actually was excited by her own skill and she wanted more. Quickly she took hold of her second cock and, again, jerked it hard and quick. Her eyes were wide as she stared intently at the pisshole and waited for the coming eruption. This second man stepped in closer for Elissa. It took only a few strokes before he groaned loudly and his cum flew through the air, large drops splashing on her shirt and her neck and a few flying far enough to land on her face and her hair.

Amanda’s first man came with enormous power. She saw the first big shot coming and caught it right on her face. Two more followed and Amanda laughed aloud with her own excitement. She didn’t falter in her stroking, thrilled to have an erupting cock at her disposal. After having Stuart shoot his load in her bottom she was captivated by the idea of men and their ejaculate. The sticky juices on her skin felt so amazing and copping it on her face seemed a natural act.

Next to her, Abbie was agog at the sight of her big black cock as it shot thick white juice onto her. The sight of the white cum against that dark skin was a thing of true beauty. There was so much of it. She wished only that she’d been naked so as to truly feel his hot white stuff on her bare skin.

In turn, each of the other men came over the students as the young women stroked their cocks with even more enthusiasm. Paul took advantage of his role and waited till he was the last to cum. He held the head of the other brunette, Georgie, in both hands as she furiously pumped his member. Paul had the most powerful shots of them all and he hosed his cum over her face, making sure she got a full load on her forehead and her lips. Georgie was, in fact, grateful when Paul ejaculated as her arm had begun to ache from the unaccustomed effort of jerking mature cocks. Everyone watched as Georgie impassively received Paul’s load.

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The next morning, I awake to sunlight drenching the bed. That makes twice that my phone alarm hasn’t gone off. I take it from the night stand and see that it’s almost eleven in the morning, much later than I’d normally be up. I also see that I have three missed calls from Nicole. I put her out of my mind, resolving to deal with that issue later. My head slightly aches from not having my usual caffeine fix, but my ass, surprisingly, doesn’t hurt at all.

I find my bra and yellow rose dress from last night laid out at the foot of the bed and, deciding they aren’t actually that dirty, I throw them back on. I pad, barefoot, down two the first floor and find Richard setting a small breakfast table while Catherine cooks something at the stove. The kitchen smells delightful and I follow the smell.

“Good morning,” I offer, shyly.

“Good morning, Grace!” Kathy enthuses, “I was just about to come and wake you. What would you like in your omelet?”

“Oh, I dunno.”

I feel strange, asking someone else to cook for me, especially someone who I’ve already accepted so much generosity from.

“I’m having ham and cheese and green peppers.” Says Richard.

I see what he is doing and I smile, grateful.

“May I have the same, please?” I ask.

“You got it, sweetie,” Catherine laughs.

“And, I’m sorry, but do you have coffee?”

“We have an espresso machine. Why don’t you make something nice for the three of us. ” Catherine suggests. “I have a feeling you’re not bad at it.” She winks at me.

I grin at the invitation, finally feeling pleased at the opportunity to do something for Richard and Catherine, and something I’m not half bad at on top of that.

I find ground beans behind the machine and pull a double shot of espresso, steaming whole milk as it pours then pouring in it in in one fluid, well-practiced motion before topping it with foam. I feel Richard come up behind me,

“You’re so fast at this,” he admires.

“You have you get the milk to the espresso quickly or it turns bitter.”

“Oh,” he laughs, “that explains why my lattes are always so…bitter.” He turns back. “Sorry dear!” he calls to Catherine and she laughs at him.

Richard dramatically oohs and aahs and I use a toothpick to create my signature leaf pattern in the foam and he makes me giggle with his silly flattery.

I hand him the cup and, with the same silly air, say, “For you, good Sir.”

He gives me a deep smile, knowing my words are only half a joke and half a nod to last night. I can’t believe I’ve had the nerve to say them. I suppose that, when disguised as a joke, anything can seem easier to admit.

I pull the next round of shots and start the process over again and, this time, decorate the top of the drink with a swirling pattern before putting it on the breakfast table for Catherine.

I pull three shots of espresso for myself, and top them with cold milk, always preferring cold drinks myself, no matter the weather.

The three of us settle in with our omelets and coffee and I begin to feel like an actual human again once I begin eating and drinking.

“Thank you so much for breakfast” I say with genuine gratitude.

“And thank you for caffeine” Catherine says, sipping her swirled latte. “This really is the best latte I think I’ve ever had.”

Richard hangs his head in mock shame and the three of us share a laugh. I manage to eat a bit more slowly than last night, savoring Catherine’s food as it deserves to be savored.

Richard swallows, “I have some good news for you, Grace.”

I look up, “Oh?”

“Yes,” he continues, “Kevin, who you met at Sensations, has been living in my apartment above the shop for about a year and his lease just recently fethiye escort expired. I called him this morning and he says he’s not going to renew, meaning I’m going to be needing a new tenant.”

“Richard told me that he offered to let you stay here,” continues Catherine, “and that’s fine, but I know how us girls just need our personal space.”

I nod, honestly a little confused by how I’d been asked to stay and then, so suddenly, asked to leave. I’m left wondering if it is really an issue of my personal space, or if maybe Catherine wasn’t so keen on me staying with them in the first place. Either way, I decide, it’s probably best if I have my own place. I would have to move out eventually.

“That sounds great,”

“Wonderful,” says Richard, “then we’ll head down there this afternoon.”

–

Sensations looks a lot different in the light of day. It honestly looks like any other shop on this downtown street, inviting and modern against the cobblestone pathways, surrounded by flowering shrubs.

Richard walks in coolly and I follow behind him. I see Kevin, looking especially sharp in a black shirt and gray vest, the long tuft of hair atop his head, gelled and styled neatly. He leaves his place behind the front counter and greets Richard with a handshake, then extends the same gesture to me and I take his hand for a handshake that is surprisingly soft and gentle.

“Hey Miss Grace, how’s that tattoo feeling?” Kevin takes my arm and pulls it close to his face, mumbling to himself, “No redness or infection, a little bit of scabbing. Looks excellent.”

“It feels fine,” I smile at him.

Kevin turns his attention to Richard, “Come on up, ya’ll. It’s a little messy but I’m packing so what can you do?”

We follow Kevin to the back of the tattoo studio, past the buzzing sounds of Sky’s curtained off area and to a stairwell. Sky. That’s who I was trying to remember. Bethany said it was Sky who had told her that I was here, in Asheville. This has got to be the person she was talking about.

But before I can so much as peak a glance at Sky, we are ascending the stairs at the back of the studio, following Kevin to the top.

“Now all the furniture comes with the place-” Kevin begins to explain, but I am barely listening.

This place is beautiful, as nice as Richard and Catherine’s house and much nicer than any apartment I’ve ever stayed in before.

The floor is plush beige carpet that looks as new as the tan walls, decorated with huge, colorful paintings. The living area extends into a dining and office space and all the furniture, from the TV stand to the desk is made from rich, red wood. The dining space connects to a large, circular kitchen, with a counter looking out at the living room, giving the entire space a very open feel. On the other side of the dining area, a large balcony extends

Kevin saunters past the leather couch and flings himself onto the matching armchair. “-and if you need anything, this guy is amazing about getting things fixed super quickly.” He points to Richard with both hands and winks. “Go, explore, check everything out.”

I peak into the kitchen first, the gleaming silver appliances looking as if they’ve never been used. Normally, I’d open the oven and refrigerator doors and inspect the cabinets, but I feel weird touching or moving anything in this place. How did Kevin manage to keep everything so spotless?

Past the dining area is a short hallway and, to my left, the master bedroom. A plush white bed, not unlike the guest bed I spend last night on, sits in the center of the room and is surrounded my nightstands and dressers all in a light, ash wood. The light wood against the ocean blue alanya escort of the walls reminds me of being at the beach. This room is nearly immaculate except for the piles of boxes against the walls. If this is what Kevin considers messy, then I am officially a hoarder.

I find myself really wishing I could live here. But, who am I kidding? I’m positive that there is no way I’ll be able to afford this place without a roommate. Maybe for two months tops until my savings run out, and then what? I feel a stabbing pain at the reminder that I am, in fact, unemployed…and who’s going to hire the girl who got fired for mouthing off at a customer?

The attached bathroom has one of those walk-in showers large enough to fit an attached bench inside, just like my childhood home had and I fall in love a little deeper with this place. There’s a second, more publicly accessible bathroom attached to the hallway and then, at the other end a locked door.

“Kevin? What’s this room?” I call to him, jiggling the handle.

“Oh, that’s Richard’s storage,” he laughs, “couldn’t tell you what’s in there, I’ve never opened it.”

Richard laughs along, following up close behind me and placing his hand on my waist. “I’ll have it cleared out before you move in,” he assures me.

“About that,” I begin. How embarrassing. How do I tell Richard that a place this nice is absurdly out of my price range? He knows that I just lost my job though, so surely, he’s can’t expect me to be able to afford anything this spacious and new. “I really hate to bring up money, but, that might be an issue for me.”

Richard nods, finding his place near Kevin on the leather sofa and gesturing for me to sit with him.

“Employees, don’t pay rent here, silly.” Kevin chimes.

“Employees?” I stare, confused at Kevin, and then at Richard.

“Oh, sorry, Rick, I thought you told her.” Kevin blushes.

“Only if you’d like the job.” Richard says quickly. “I know being a receptionist probably isn’t as exciting as being a barista. But Kevin’s beginning his apprenticeship to become a tattoo artist and I need someone I can trust at my front desk. A friendly face for my clientele.”

I’m honored at the notion that Richard trusts me enough to suggest that I be the face of his magnificent studio. And getting to live here for free seems too good to be true.

“I feel like you’re being too generous with me,” I say.

“Perhaps,” he acquiesces, “but you are worth it.”

Now I am the one blushing. I feel so well taken care of with Richard. I finally feel like everything will be alright.

“I would like to work for you,” I say.

“Are you sure, Grace?” he asks, “I don’t want you to feel pressured. You can still live here and work elsewhere. Or I can help you find a different place entirely.”

I shake my head, “No why? This is amazing. I’m so grateful.”

“Wonderful, then let’s head downstairs and look at some forms.”

–

I lay on my stomach on Richard and Catherine’s guest bed, my earphones in, zoning out to some random new age instrumental song. If I close my eyes, it almost feels like I could float away into space on the notes of a pan flute. I feel more relaxed than I have all week. Finally, things are going my way and falling into place in a way that makes sense.

I have a new job, I have a beautiful place to live, I have whatever weird relationship I have with Richard and I suppose Catherine too. Kevin seems nice, like maybe we could be friends. Things are alright.

I smile to myself. I’m sketching on my small, travel pad. It’s another image that has formed itself organically and I watch as my hands create the figure of a woman from behind, manavgat escort huge dark wings sprouting from her back, spread wide open. Flames lick at her feet, but she floats above them. It is a dark but powerful thing I’ve created, and I savor it as my thumb smudges in rough shading.

It’s nice having this time to myself. It seems that, for the past few days, I’ve been so occupied with other people that I really haven’t enjoyed myself without an accompanying sense of guilt. But just the thought of being preoccupied with other people makes me remember that I had missed several calls from Nicole and never returned them. Shit. I really do not want to ruin this wonderful mood by fighting with Nicole. But, then again, If I’ve ever felt like I was in a healthy enough head space to talk to someone like an adult, it’s now.

I pick up the phone and press her name. The phone rings just once and, instantly, Nicole is on the other end.

“Gracie! Oh my god, thank you for calling back. I know I don’t deserve it but please hear me out.” She is rambling a mile a minute and I’m struggling just to catch up. “I have been thinking a lot and talking to Brad to, but, I mean, fuck Brad, because this is between us. The point is, I was really wrong to not believe you over Bethany and I was really caught up with my feelings for Brad and I wasn’t thinking about you and I’m so sorry.”

“Um,” I pause, “Hi, Nicole.” There’s so much for me to process. She’s had feelings for Brad…but I can’t really blame her for how she feels. And now she’s taking all the blame for everything and apologizing for our fight?

“It’s good to hear your voice, Grace. Where are you?”

“Just with friends. But I found a new place to stay.”

“Oh, Gracie. I’m so sorry. Of course, you did. Because I said we shouldn’t be roommates. That was so stupid and immature of me. We’re not in high school, I mean, I should be able to communicate with you like an adult.”

That makes me laugh, “I don’t think any twenty-one-year-old is actually expected to have adult-like communication skills.”

She laughs a little too and sniffles. Has she been crying?

“I just, it’s okay that you found your own place. But I hope you’ll still be my friend. Can you forgive me?”

The truth is that I’d forgiven Nicole from the moment I left the apartment. She’s always been impossible to stay angry with; I love her too much. She’s my beautiful, perfect best friend who saved me from my dysfunctional relationship and from my own stubbornness.

“I forgive you, of course Nic.”

“Thank you! You’re the best! And maybe I can come see your new place sometime?”

“I’d like that.” I smile, preparing to say goodbye before I remember, “Oh. So tell me about you and Brad.”

“Grace, I have to confess. I’ve had a crush on Brad ever since you brought him home last Christmas. But I was going to be good and let you have him. That’s what friends do. But when you just seemed so…uninterested, we started texting, just as friends. But I always wanted it to become more. So, when Bethany hurt him, I just got so mad and…and I took it out on you and that was wrong. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Nicole. You were hurt, I get it. I already said I forgive you.” And I do forgive her. After all, I was never interested in Brad. Hell, I’ve gotten further with Nicole than I’d gotten with Brad.

“I know, ’cause you’re the sweetest.”

“Well,” I say, “You have my full blessing to date Brad, for what it’s worth.”

“What? It’s worth a lot! Thank you. That means a lot!”

“Nicole?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really glad things are okay between us.”

“Oh my god, me too,” she enthuses, “my heart was aching, I swear. Oh! Um, actually. When are you coming to get your stuff?”

I suppose I do have a lot more to pack if I’m going to fully move into the apartment above the tattoo studio.

“Can I come by tonight?” I ask.

“Yes, please.”

We hang up and I put my ear buds back in. I feel, if such a thing is even possible, even more at peace than before.

Everything is going to be okay.

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This is a continuation of Ginny’s Auction. I suggest you read Part 1 first. Unlike the first part, Ginny will be the narrator in this story since she was there and I, Mike her husband, was not. This is what was related to me by her after she was returned from her 45 hours of sex slavery.

*****

Waiting for Ginny’s return was nerve wracking. Despite all the checking done by Jonathan, the chance that Ginny could be harmed, well beyond her fantasy, played in my mind. But a few minutes before the 6:00 pm deadline, a car pulled into the catering hall lot.

The driver’s door opened and Robert George, half of the winning bidders, got out. When the door opened, I could see three people inside. Robert came up to me and extended his hand.

“You are a very lucky man. Ginny was, well, I can’t find the words. She is fine. Ellen and Michelle are getting her ready. Ellen thought we should return her to you the way we took her.” Robert kept shaking my hand. Ellen got of the car holding a thin silver chain that connected to a bulldog clip attached to one of Ginny’s pussy lips. Ginny’s hands were cuffed behind her head attached to a leather collar. She also had clips, attached by a chain, on each of her nipples.

I asked who the girl was that Robert called Michelle.

“Oh, sorry. That’s our daughter. Long story that I’m sure Ginny will tell you about.” Michelle then got out of the car and I could see she was naked as well, but not bound.

Ellen was leading Ginny toward me and when she got to me she handed me the leash that was attached to Ginny’s pussy.

“There you are. She was excellent and we hope that if she decides to be auctioned off, or just be a slave again you would call us.” Ellen then kissed Ginny goodbye and they returned to their car and drove off.

I began to undue the clip from Ginny’s pussy and she winced when it was removed. I undid her hands from the collar but she stopped me from removing the collar.

“I’d like to wear it home, if I could, and nothing else.”

We walked to our car where we hugged and shared a long kiss.

“You are going to tell me everything,” I said

“Yes, everything,” Ginny said.

As we drove home, I noticed that Ginny sat with her legs spread. Her nudity not effecting her at all. I pulled into the garage shut the door and helped Ginny into the house. Looking at her ass, there were some fading marks but nothing serious.

“Wine?”

“Yes, please.”

We sat in the living room and I reminded Ginny of her promise to tell me what had happened during her slavery. This is what she told me.

Ginny’s Story

After Jonathan said “sold” my heart began to race. When he handed my pussy leash to Robert I was scared but so turned on. When you and Jonathan left the room, Robert pulled on the leash and Ellen slapped my butt and we walked to side door and out to their car. Robert drove and I was in the back seat with Ellen, who had removed the pussy leash but I still had my hands behind my head locked to my collar.

Ellen told me that whenever we were sitting, I had to keep my legs spread. I spread my legs and she dipped two fingers in and told Robert how wet I was. She then said that whenever I was addressed as Ginny, they were talking to me; wanting my opinion or answer. If I was addressed as “slave” I was to do as I was told provided that it did not exceed the established limits. She asked if understood and I said yes. Ellen corrected me and said, “Yes Mistress.” I repeated, “Yes, Mistress. Ellen said that I would address Robert as Master. I said “I understand, Mistress.”

Ellen then asked me as Ginny, if I had children and I said no but one day we hoped to have a family. Ellen said she and Robert had one child, a daughter Michelle 19, who was away at college.

“Or not,” I interrupted.

Ginny said that she would fill me in on that as she continued with her recollection of events.

When we got to their house, I was led through the garage directly to this really amazing basement. One half looked like a well equipped rec room. But, behind a locked panel that Robert opened, was a dungeon. There was an x shaped cross, a padded bench, chains and cuffs hanging from the ceiling and all kinds of implements hanging on the walls or on shelves. I thought how many of these things would be used on me or in me in the next two days.

Robert was wasting no time. He was taking off his clothes and sat in a leather chair. Ellen was undoing my hands from the collar and I rubbed my arms to get the feeling back. Ellen then cuffed my hands behind my back and pushed my onto my knees. She said that I should know what to do. I crawled toward Robert and took his cock in my mouth and begin to suck and lick him.

Ellen then said that she was only submissive to Robert, who was dominant. Ellen, however, was also a Dom, but only let her sub side come out in order to please Robert. So, this weekend, you will be the slave.

As she talked, I kept on sucking. As Robert bahçelievler escort began to groan and his orgasm was close, Ellen said that to get all his come in my mouth but don’t swallow until you show me his cum. Robert began to thrust his cock into my throat as his cum began to squirt into my mouth. Some went down my throat but I captured most in my mouth. Ellen had me tilt my head back and open my mouth. Then she told me to swallow. I did.

“Clean his cock,” Ellen said. I took him in my mouth and cleaned him off.

As I was finishing Robert, Ellen was undressing. She sat next to Robert and spread her legs. She had about a one inch strip of pubic hair but her lips were bare as I sidled over to her and lowered my head into her pussy. Robert began to stroke my ass as I ate Helen out. She must have been excited because it seemed as if she came in no time. I continued to lick as Robert was fingering my pussy. He stopped long enough to grab me by the hair and force my mouth back on his cock. As I began to suck on him again I thought I would have to do something unique to get him hard that quickly so I began to lick his balls and the underside of his cock. Ellen was now behind me as I sucked Robert. She began to spank me, not hard at first, as I sucked. Robert was getting hard and Ellen kept spanking as Robert told me to climb on his cock. Ellen stopped as I climbed on his cock and lowered myself down until he was all the way in.

I rode his cock and Ellen said that she was amazed Robert had gotten hard. She was even more amazed when he came a second time. I rubbed Robert’s cock with my pussy until he slid out as his cum dripped out. Ellen pulled me off and buried her face in my pussy. She at up the small amount of cum quickly but kept on licking me until I was bucking in her face with a really good cum! Funny, I thought that I was supposed to be the slave.

After we recovered, Robert got us some wine and went over the rules they wanted me to follow.

“The first rule will be easy because you don’t have any clothes so no matter who is here, we want you naked. You are to service us or our guests in any way they wish. The limits and your safe word will be rigidly followed. We will punish any disobedience but we want you to be aware that you will be doing things that you have never done before and you may not like them but you will do them anyway and do so willingly. If you understand this, slave, crawl over to the bench and wait for Ellen.”

I crawled to the bench. Ellen came over and told me to lay over the middle and spread my legs. I did as I was told and Ellen quickly attached my feet to the supports at the bottom of this bench that was more like a padded saw horse. She then pulled my arms down the front legs and secured my wrists and fastened a strap across my lower back to hold me in place.

Ellen ran her hand over my ass and then began to spank hard enough to have me squirming. When she stopped I could tell she had done a good job because my butt was tingling. She wasn’t done. She walked over to the wall and took down a wide leather strap. She said that I was going to get 12 strokes and to count each one and thank her for strapping me. She began.

“One.Thank you for strapping me,” as the first one landed across both cheeks.

“Two. Thank you for strapping me,” as the second landed a bit lower.

I don’t remember where the others landed but I was howling until I had counted 12 strokes. Ellen put the strap down and picked up a riding crop which she flicked on my pussy a number of times. I am not certain how many times she hit my pussy but I heard Robert say “our slave is really wriggling.”

Ellen stopped and gently rubbed my butt and worked down to my pussy, which was now sore. I moaned but Ellen pushed 3 fingers into me hard. She twisted them around for a bit and I could feel my juices covering her fingers. She brought me close to second orgasm and then withdrew her fingers. She started to probe my asshole and was able to put a finger in all the way. Robert got up and brought her some lube which she generously applied to my ass. She took a medium butt plug and held it up to my face.

“You will keep this in all night, do you understand, slave?”

I answered, “Yes Mistress.”

Ellen pushed the plug all the way in with one push.

I was uncuffed from the bench and taken upstairs. In their bedroom I slept between the two of them, occasionally being touched by one or the other.

Robert woke me the next morning. He wanted me to follow him into the bathroom. He told me to kneel in the tub and I did. He held his cock in his hand and aimed toward my face. Mike, I don’t know why but I was so believing that I was his slave that I did what I thought I should do. I opened my mouth as he began to piss. I took as much as I could I my mouth and as bitter as it was I swallowed. He kept aiming his piss on my face and when I had swallowed I opened my mouth bağcılar escort again and took whatever he had left and swallowed that, too. He stuck his cock in my mouth when he was through and I sucked him until he came, taken all his cum down my throat. He told me to remove my butt plug and to shower. He then left.

“That was some show!”

Ellen had come into the bathroom. I thought she would want to pee in my mouth, too, but I was only half right. She sat on the toilet to pee and when she was finished she ordered me to crawl out of the tub and lick her clean. I complied. Ellen waited in the bathroom while I showered and dried myself.

Ellen told me to follow her into the bedroom. Still naked, she touched me on the shoulder and said “Ginny.” I knew she wanted to talk with me and not slave.

“You are really into this, aren’t you?”

I thought for a moment and said to her that during the auction I was scared but that once the auction was over I began to drift into what my husband calls subspace. I was a slave and I had hoped that you and Robert would follow the rules and though I may not like or want to do everything you make me do, I will do it. I’ve never done what we just did but, it is sort of funny, I knew what was expected of me. God, it was kinky.

Ellen said that Robert was downstairs making the final arrangements for this afternoon. We’ve invited four people over, so you will be busy. Not a great deal of pain, I don’t think, but you will be stretched. Tonight will be just the three of us. Ellen got up and said, “Slave, time to eat.”

We went down to eat. When we’re finished, Robert told me to go back to the bathroom. He said that Ellen would set up enemas in order to insure that I had a cleaned out ass. Robert said it was going to get a workout and needed to be clean. After eating some fruit and pastry Ellen put on my nipple clips and led me upstairs into their bathroom. She told me to spread a towel on the floor and told me to kneel down, face down ass up. I did as I was told while Ellen filled an enema bag with water and something else that I couldn’t see. Once filled she hung the bag on the shower and eased the tube in. In didn’t hurt until she released the valve and the liquid started to flow. As my belly began to swell, the discomfort rose until I begged Ellen to stop. She said just a little more and removed the nozzle but quickly inserted the butt plug to stop any leaking.

Ellen repeated the process twice. Each time she used a larger plug to stop the flow. After the third enema I was passing clean water and Ellen put lube in my ass. She touched my shoulder and said, “This will help, Ginny.”

Ellen finished up and we returned to their living room. Robert said that he had invited two couples over. They were friends and they had been made aware that I was going to bid on a sex slave. I said that if I won, I would be a good friend and share. You will obey them as you would Ellen or me. I answered, “Yes, Master.”

“Do you want to continue or do you want to go to bed?” Mike asked me.

“I would like another glass of wine and to continue as I have so much more to tell you,” I said

Mike got us wine and I continued.

It was early afternoon when the guests arrived. Both couples were in their late 40’s, about the same ages as Ellen and Robert. I was told to go down to the playroom dungeon. Before I did, Ellen had me stand and put on my wrists in the cuffs and attached them to the collar. Ellen told me to keep my elbows back so that my tits thrust forward. Robert was now in front of me attaching the nipple clips. Helping me stand, Robert slapped and squeezed my ass and sent me downstairs. Robert said that I would find a mattress on the floor and that I should kneel on that. I asked if I should have my head down and ass up but Robert said just to kneel.

Robert and Ellen brought the guests downstairs. Stuart was a good looking man, tall with grey hair and Marlene was introduced as his wife. She was blonde, a bit busty and not as tall as me. When she was introduced she said hello slave and pulled on the chain that connected the nipple clips. I sucked in my breath as she pulled and she looked deep into my eyes. I wondered what she saw?

The second couple was Steven and Kelly. Kelly was cute with short red hair. She was wearing a short skirt that showed a pair of nice legs. I was jealous.

“Hey,” Mike said. “You have great legs.”

“Aww.Thanks, sweetheart.”

Steven was medium build and good looking. Now, Robert took over.

You know I have purchased Ginny here as a sex slave for the weekend. I have explained to you her limits and you have agreed to follow them. So, she is to be called slave. Slave, go to each guest and great them in the proper manner. Ellen unhooked my cuffs from the collar and I crawled toward Stuart. I lowered his fly and reached in for his cock. Nice one I thought. I worked his cock into my mouth and ümraniye escort began to suck him off. All Stuart could do was say oh my and in a minute or two I had him pumping his load into my mouth. All the others were getting undressed and Marlene was laying on the mattress with her legs spread. She had a very hairy bush so I moved as much as I could and brought my tongue down on her slit. As I was doing her, I felt a hand rubbing my pussy. I didn’t know who it was but it felt wonderful.

Marlene was bucking her hips and one of the women was stuffing my pussy with her fingers. Marlene grabbed the back of my head and held my face on her clit until she came. My secret tormentor now had four fingers in my pussy, when I heard Robert say, now Kelly, don’t stretch her out two much. You know what’s coming. Kelly giggled and with a wet squelching sound she withdrew with a slap on my ass. That meant that Kelly or Steven was next. Steven told Kelly to have her fun. I told you that Kelly was a red head but you couldn’t tell by her pussy because it was as bare and smooth as mine.

Kelly was, as I would learn, a bit of a wild one. She didn’t lay down in front of me. She went to the wall and took down a harness which she stepped into and attached a long rubber cock to the harness.

“This will loosen her up,” she said and she told me to kneel on the mattress with my head down and my ass up in the air. She stuck one then two fingers in my ass and remarked to Ellen that she had lubed me good. She said to get ready and I could feel the tip of the dildo, which had to be 7 or 8 inches long, touch the opening of my ass. Kelly’s method of insertion was push I an inch or two then back and then thrust forward another inch. The lube made the process easy, and Mike, she was in to the hilt in mere minutes. She reached under me and found my clit while she was all the way in my ass. I came hard. Kelly stroked my ass as I came down from my cumming and said my turn, and withdrew from my ass and then undid her harness, handing it to Ellen. Kelly grabbed her legs behind her knees and lifted so I had complete access to her pussy. She told me to lick her asshole first and then make her cum. Being the good slave, I did as I was told.

Steven came up to me and pushed his cock in my mouth. He was already hard and he was squirting large amounts of cum into my mouth in no time.

Ellen came up to me and put her hand on my shoulder and said that the guests had questions and would I please answer them. I said that I would. The questions were what I expected. Was I doing this consensually. Yes. Was my husband forcing me to do this? No, he supported my decision to indulge this fantasy. Do you like being naked in front of people? Yes. Do you know what is going to happen next? I had an idea.

Ellen then said,”Slave, stand up. Leading me over to the cross she fastened my hands upward to the top portion of the x and spread my ankles to the bottom portion.

Ellen invited the ladies over and said, “Remember, no lasting marks but a red ass and thighs is perfectly acceptable. Ellen took a small leather paddle and went to work on my ass. Kelly had a crop and was flicking my pussy between the strokes from Ellen. Marlene had a wooden sorority paddle and she wanted the two women out of the way as she gave me six hard swats across my ass. When she was done, Ellen continued with her paddling and Kelly with her pussy whipping. Mike, I lost it. I screamed!

But my screams were drowned out by the shouts of someone’s voice that I didn’t recognize.

“Mom, what are you doing!”

I couldn’t see but Ellen was running to the stairs and Kelly and Marlene were standing trying to cover themselves. Robert swore. The others were now wondering what to do. But Robert took control. He said Ellen will handle it.

“I brought you here to share our slave so let’s do that. Meredith is old enough to know. Ellen will explain.

Robert told Kelly and Marlene to unhook me from the x-frame.

I heard Robert say, “I know I’m in her ass, who wants what?”

Steven said pussy, and Stuart said, “I guess that leaves her mouth.”

Steven laid down on the mattress. I didn’t have to do anything since his cock was already hard. I climb on and slid down the length of his shaft. When it was all the way in, Kelly pushed me forward and reapplied lube to my asshole. Robert got behind me and began to push his cock into my ass, eventually getting all the way in. It hurt but I was going to do this. Stuart stood to the side of Steven’s head and placed his cock by my mouth. I opened and let him slide in gagging as he forced his cock down my throat.

Obviously, the feeling was overwhelming. I never had that much cock in me. The gagging from the cock in my mouth eased as did the pain Robert’s cock was causing in my asshole. But the footsteps coming down to the playroom had everyone’s attention.

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Ellen said, “Michelle wants to watch.” And watch she did as her father grunted as he pushed his cock all the way ii and then almost all the way out. Stuart was cumming and as he did he said don’t swallow. He wanted me to show Michelle the come in my mouth. I did as I was told and showed Michelle the cum I had collected in my mouth. Robert came in my ass and as he pulled out, some cum leaked out. Having me to himself, Steven was cumming with some final thrusts.

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