Rita hung completely naked by her stretched arms from the overhead beam. The thatch of her pussy hair failed to cover her swollen, puffed, red cunt lips. Her thin flat tits were taut and her engorged nipples advertised their arousal with their crinkled dark fullness. Her head was back and her breathing labored through the black ball gag strapped between her teeth. She was hanging just above the floor as she twisted back and forth. She was covered with cane and whip marks. Rising red welts told of a beating with a cane. They covered her thighs back and front, ass cheeks, cunt mound, shoulders and tits with no discrimination. A red and purple, hot glow from her ass and shoulders told of a sustained flogging. Her glazed eyes and light sheen of sweat over her whole body told of her agony in sub-space. She was ready to be finished off. I was ready to release her. She just needed to pick from the methods I was about to offer her. I got ready to ask her again.

—

The day had started routinely enough. I was in the office working on a couple of projects when Rita called and asked if I was interested in seeing a new piece of work she had started. Given that my last two visits to her homebased art studio had ended up with us engaged in some pretty wild sex – my cock immediately twitched at her inquiry. I asked what days this week she had in mind.

“Well – like now” was her response.

I looked in my calendar just to check I really did have a “desk only” day. I did.

“I can be there in an hour” was my answer.

“See you soon”.

I drove over, wondering what Rita was working on now. Her work could be portrait or large murals. It was a pretty wide gamut. Whenever we had looked at her work – or she had looked at my phone to see pictures I was considering painting – our personal spaces had overlapped and one thing had led to another. And she did seem to like a little BDSM and watersports which I found very exciting.

I parked and knocked on the door. My cock was semi-rigid in my pants and I leaned forward slightly to keep the cloth loose and not too obvious. Rita met me in her usual sweatshirt, shorts and vest. All splattered with paint. Her tomboyish hair and smile and the usual polite businesslike handshake. Her sweatshirt was not displaying her nipples on her small breasts like they had in the past. Maybe this really was a visit to look at her latest work in progress?

She handed me a mug of freshly prepared coffee and grabbing her own said:

“This way – in the basement.”

I could assume is was a large mural on a canvas rolled out along the wall to be worked on. So I was a little surprised when we got down the basement steps to find that, though there was a canvas rolled out along the wall, it was completely blank.

“So what are you working on?” was my question.

“I’m hoping you will help me with a piece of performance art.” was Rita’s reply.

And she drew me to the other side of the basement where one would normally stand back to look at the canvas. There was an exercise mat on the floor – the interlocking foam tiled variety that you could make any size you wanted. It was about 6ft by 6ft. Above it on an attic beam was a pully block chained to the beam. To the side on the wall was a hook for tying off ropes. On a rolling cart to the side were a variety of things which she drew me over to examine. Each item had a paper label tied to it with a name and suggested use. My eyes widened in surprise. There was quite a variety and I wondered what Rita had in mind and who was going to be doing the performing.

To start with there was a multi-tailed leather flogger. Soft brown suede leather, about three foot long. The tails being about two feet and the handle one. The label read: ‘Flogger – to warm the skin and raise a nice red hue.’

Then a black riding crop. The type with a stiff bendy core, plaited along its length with leather and tapering down to a small flat pad of leather on the end. About three inches square. The label read: ‘Crop – to apply localized stings.”

Then a cruel looking thin wood cane. About four feet long – the wood was flexible and the tip had a small soft copper tip worked on it to prevent the wood splitting. The label read: ‘Cane – to raise welts, screams and pain levels.”

As Rita stood there showing me each item and describing them she started to move from foot to foot as if slightly uncomfortable. I could see her nipples beginning to rise into her sweatshirt, which was just as well as my cock was now beginning to swell quite distinctly. But I was still wondering who would be using these on who.

Rita continued across the cart. A black rubber ball gag had shining chrome mouth hooks and attached to them were black leather straps with a chrome buckle. The label read: ‘Gag – to silence or mute the screams. To muffle safe words.’ That was interesting.

Then two black steel rods. Clearly spreader bars. About six feet long. Each with a chrome ring attached to a welded lug on the center and either end also had chrome rings on lugs. They were stout and not likely şişli escort to bend under any weight. The label read: ‘Spreader Bars – to prevent legs being closed and force intimate exposure. To suspend.’

Then a pile of four cuffs. Though the outsides were stiff, thick black leather with straps and chrome buckles, the inside of the cuffs were lined with thick, soft, padded chamois leather. The cuffs could be made to overlap and so could accommodate sizes as large as a calf down to a thin wrist. The outside of the cuffs also had large chrome rings worked into the leather. The label read: ‘Cuffs – to restrain limbs.’

We were both drinking our coffee and I noticed Rita was beginning to move around a bit more on the balls of her feet. Her baggy shorts were beginning to crease like she was clenching herself a bit. Her nipples were now definitely prominent through her shirt. My cock was now very hard and trying to escape through the waistband of my boxer shorts and pants. But Rita kept picking things up and examining them and explaining what they were.

She picked up a shiny pear-shaped object with a ring on the end of it. She demonstrated. Turning the ring made the pear start to open into three distinct “petals” of shining metal. The more the ring got turned – the more open and distended the pear became. Rita gazed at it with some fascination and a slightly dreamy look in her eyes as she wound it open and then closed back down to its normal pear shape. She put it down on the cart again. The label read: ‘Pear – to insert into an orifices and wind open to inflict pain. Anus, Vagina, Mouth.’

Then a selection of pulley blocks. Stout teak wood cases with bronze pulley wheels and chromed metal strapping. The straps had eyes on them and some also had hooks on the end allowing them to be hung up. The label read: ‘Pulley Blocks – Hoisting or applying pressure.’

Then there were three coils of rope. Each a different thickness. Quarter, Half and One inch diameter. The rope was made of hairy sisal type material, rough, creamy colored and each length appeared to be in the area of two hundred feet. The labels read: ‘Rope – for restraint, binding or hoisting.’

Next to the rope was a stiletto type knife. A four inch black leather bound handle and a six-inch tool steel double edge blade. As Rita rotated it, the light glinted off the razor-sharp edges. The label read: ‘Knife – to cut rope.’

As we got to the end of the cart top – a selection of black silicone plugs and dildos. The silicone a dull lustrous black. All with flared bases. Some were shaped like simple flared plugs, some were molded to resemble real cocks with veins. Some were impossibly long – twelve and twenty inches of serpentine silicone. Some were obscenely wide pyramid shapes. The label read: ‘Plugs – for insertion, testing and fullness.’

Finally a selection of bottles containing lubes. The label read: ‘Lubes – allergen free and water based.’

As we got to the end of the cart Rita was standing very close to me. She was now squirming quite a bit below her hips and her nipples were ready to be firmly grasped and twisted. So I wondered what the performance was about.

“Now what?” I asked.

“A pain performance” said Rita. “One of us gets to administer the pain. The other receives it. The performer goes slowly so the receiver goes to subspace and cums like they never have before. Do you want to play?”

At this Rita reached down and grasped my package from underneath though my pants. Grasping for and holding my balls and squeezing firmly. My cock jerked and leaked precum. I could smell her pussy aroma rising up between us as she stood in close.

“Who performs and who receives?” I asked.

“Well, I thought we might toss a coin for it – but only after you agree to play and accept the outcome of the coin toss. If we toss the coin – you must play.” she said. She squeezed my balls some more.

I thought about it. Last time Rita and I had played she had been pretty adamant that I use her for my pleasure and that if she screamed “No” or “Stop” I was to ignore her. I was only to actually stop if she used her safe word. Which was “Acrylics” and unlikely to be said in error. I had enjoyed slapping her slim tits, crushing her nipples and slamming my cock into her. I had finished in her ass – pounding it deep, cumming and then as I softened filling it with my coffee overloaded piss. But it had been more or less on my terms. In the performance on offer – there was a chance that Rita would be performing on me and I would be the receiver of her ministrations. I would always have a safe word to fall back on – well I hoped – we had never actually tested if the other would stop if the safe word got played. And then I remembered one of the items on the table.

“What about the ball gag? It would stop you using a safe word.”

“You would signal – if you are ball gagged. Three distinct forward and backward nods of the head are the signal to stop. Shaking back and forth does not count – only front to back nods. Rita demonstrated by escort avcılar slowly nodding three times. No restraining the head while a ball gag is in play.”

She seemed to have this figured out. I just wondered what she might do to me if she won the coin toss and got to perform on me. The thought of being lightly flogged with the soft flogger was exciting and I would love her to do it to me. The copper tipped cane – designed to ‘raise welts and pain’ – I was not so sure. Would I cave early and use my safe word? Would I curtail the performance? Would I disappoint? Would I….?

“Play or No Play?” Rita interrupted my thought and squeezed my balls again till they ached dully and my cock dribbled more pre-cum. I seemed to be able to take that and I felt a surge of energy in me. Whether I was to be sub-spaced or put Rita into subspace – I wanted to do this.

“I will play” I offered.

Rita’s eyes glinted with excitement and she danced a little more in front of me. Her nipples rubbed up and down inside her sweatshirt and she almost crossed her legs in excitement.

“What safe word will you use?” she asked.

“Let’s keep it simple, I will use ‘Acrylics’ like you.” I said.

“And no restraining of the head if the ball gag is in play – and three firm nods means stop.” she verified.

“No restraining of the head if the ball gag is in play – and three firm nods means stop.” I repeated to confirm we were completely on the same page.

Rita nodded to the shelf under the cart.

“There is a cup with a coin in it” she said.

“Before we start – I might need to go use the restroom. The coffee is beginning to perk inside me.” I said.

“No – you can either use me or I will receive you.” was Rita’s response and she nodded at the cup under the table again.

I picked the cup up. A black felt lined cup with a large silver dollar in the bottom. I started to shake the cup.

“You want to call?” I asked.

“Sure” said Rita.

I took the coin out the cup – I was trembling at what would happen if I lost the toss and Rita ‘performed’ on me. But my raging hard on told me I really wanted this. I took the coin out the cup and poised it on my thumb and finger. As I spun it into the air I said:

“Call”

“Heads” said Rita, as the coin arced upwards and over, landing dead on the foam mat between us. I looked down, the “Head” of the coin plainly showed. I had lost. I trembled. She was going to string me up, beat me, penetrate me, fuck me up good and leave me howling for mercy. Or I would cave and be a worthless jerk in her eyes. I wasn’t sure which was worse. Or better. My cock continued to twitch.

“Ohhhh…. I win!” said Rita. Then looking me squarely in the eye she said:

“I will receive – you will punish me with pain.”

I couldn’t quite believe it. Rita wished me to hurt her again. Consensually. With her permission. To subspace her and make her cum. To make her mine. I looked down on her. She was squirming in anticipation. Adoringly looking up at me. Eyes glinting. The tip of her tongue on her teeth.

“Use me” she said.

I decided I would start by getting her into a more accessible state. I told her to remove her vest and shoes and socks so she was standing there in front of me in just her sweatshirt and shorts and whatever underwear she had on. Looking down I could see a shadow forming in her crotch. Either she was leaking pee or her cunt was getting very wet at the thought of what was going to happen. I could smell her. Like a bitch in heat. Then I had an idea.

“Stand with your legs apart and your hands behind your head with fingers locked together”.

An easy first test of her obedience and willingness to obey. I reached over to the cart and picked up the knife. The one labelled ‘For cutting rope’. Her eyes widened with a little fear and her nostrils flared as I reached for the bottom of her sweatshirt and tucked the knife behind. Pointing out at me. I pressed and the pointed razor edge sliced through the thick fabric – then I held the hem of the shirt down and drew the knife upwards – slicing the whole of the front of it open. As my hand passed her breasts I could feel her thin swellings on the back of my hand. My cock twitched in pleasure. I stopped just short of the collar of the shirt – leaving a few threads still holding it together. Next, I turned the knife upwards into one of the baggy leg holes of her shorts. I sliced up, the back of my hand feeling the heat of her cunt as it passed. Again I left a few threads of the waistband in place. Then I repeated the slice on her other leg hole. She stood. Shivering. I doubted if it was cold – I hoped a little fear.

“Turn around”

She did. Then I repeated the leg hole cuts from the back. Feeling the swelling of her strawberry bottom ass cheeks with the back of my hand as I passed them. She stood with her shorts almost hanging in tatters. The wet crotch still held in place by the remains of the waistband. I could feel a lace panty thong under the shorts. I carefully reached in with the avrupa yakası escort knife and cut the waistband of the panties on either hip. Then reaching for the ribbon between her ass cheeks I drew the thong out backwards. The triangle on the front wrinkled, folded and drew through her cunt lips from front to back. I balled the remains up to my nose and inhaled. She had not pissed yet. She was just creaming. I kicked off my shoes and unzipped and stepped out my pants. My cock was held rigidly erect by my boxers. I stepped in close to her from behind and let her feel my hard on between her ass cheeks. Then I reached around and tapped her on the lips with one hand.

“Open wide”

As she opened her mouth – I brought my other hand around and pushed her balled up, sticky thong into her mouth.

“I shall consider you gagged. I will not restrain your head. Nod three times if you want me to stop. If you understand shake your head from side to side twice.”

She slowly and distinctly shook her head back and forth two times.

“Good, now lie down on the mat on your back – keep your arms above your head like they are now”.

Rita slowly and awkwardly bent down till her knees touched the mat. Then she half rolled and fell on her side and finished on her back. The ruined shorts still covered her cunt mound. The sweatshirt fell open exposing her breasts. I picked up the soft flogger and stood by her side. I started softly – to gauge the distance and make her think I would go easy on her. I played the tips of the leather over her breasts, making her nipples crinkle and rise. She even arched slightly to meet the caresses of the suede leather. I was slow and measured.

“Count” I ordered.

“One – Two – Three – Four – Five…” she mumbled through the panties in her mouth.

A slight light pinkness warmed her tits.

“….Ten.”

And then I laid it on. Pulling the flogger slightly as it struck so that the tips of the leather tails started to sting instead of laying flat. Rita squirmed. In face she started to roll back and forth to slightly protect her tits.

“Still! On your back” I commanded “and keep counting.”

At twenty I stopped and reached for the cane. I tapped it on her nipples to judge the distance and her eyes flared. She shook her head back and forth. But she did not nod three times. I laid the cane once squarely across her tits – managing to strike both nipples as I did. Rita’s whole body clenched and she howled into the panties. It had taken just one perfect strike. There was a red welt across both her tits and her nipples were now a crinkled, fiery angry red. Rita lay – her chest heaving as she drew in deep breaths to counter the pain – but her eyes sparkled and the soaking wet crotch of her shorts betrayed her. She liked it.

I left her lying while I gathered two cuffs and a spreader bar. I cuffed her ankles and shackled them to either end of the bar. Her legs splayed obscenely. Though her shorts were shredded by my knife cuts – the crotch was still between her thighs – held by the remains of the waistband. Then I turned and assembled a block and tackle. I used the thicker stronger rope and made up a 4 part purchase. I reckoned she weighed 110lb tops so a pull on the 4:1 tackle – even allowing for inefficiencies on the wheels – meant I would only need to pull about fifty pounds. I hooked one block to the ceiling beam and the other to the spreader bar.

“Keep your hands behind your head”

I started to haul on the tackle. Rita was dragged across the mat and her legs started to rise and she bent at the waist. As the load came on I pulled harder and Rita rose into the air upside down. Her sweatshirt hung and fell around her head. Her shorts fell away, held only by the wet crotch covering her cunt. I hauled until she was high in the air. With her cunt level with my chin. Then I tied her off. My cock throbbed at the sight as she slowly rotated before me. I stripped off the rest of my clothes and my cock stuck out firmly. A drip of pre-cum oozed. Rita looked gorgeous and smelled pungent. I reached for the flogger. I laid it between her legs and as she spun, across her ass. I wanted to make her flesh a nice cherry red glow. Rita gently whimpered as I flogged her. She was slowly beginning to merge her whimper into a low wailing and her eyes were glazing over as she absorbed her pain. I reached for the knife and cut the remaining threads of her waistband – then I flogged her shorts till they fell away. Her cunt glistened wetly and her lips were gooey and parting with each stroke of the flogger. My cock drooled. I reached for the crop and showed it to her.

“Count.” I said.

Then I carefully held the crop so the pad was lined up with her clit. I slowly and carefully hit her. Each strike was slow and deliberate. I could see her clit quiver and redden and each of her counts, muffled by the panties in her mouth was a cross between the number and a sob. The pad on the crop got sticky and glistened in the light. While this was about carefully and deliberately and slowly raising Rita’s pain level as she passed into subspace, I had to maintain my control to make sure we did so safely. But I needed a little pleasure for myself for a moment. With her cunt at the height of my chin, this put her mouth at the height of my cock. I reached down and pulled the panty gag out her mouth.

This is a story about my first real tease and denial experience. It was my first kinky experience of any kind, really. It was also the first time I felt completely helpless, afraid, and at the mercy of someone from whom I had no idea what to expect. It was one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done. And yet, with the power the mind seems to have to focus on the positive aspects of memories, it’s one of my memories that turns me on more than anything else.

It happened during my senior year of college. I’m not going to claim I was some sort of “Casanova” or that I was the handsomest man around, but I was quite popular on campus, and that extended well into my experiences with girls. I had my share of flings throughout my college “career”, but, like many guys my age, focused little on serious relationships.

The woman who I shared this experience with, was named Becky. Becky was a sophomore in college, still in the process of discovering who she was outside of her strict, religious upbringing. She was attractive, but not in the “smoking hot” manner with which I’d become accustomed. She was short, at around 5′ 3″, and had kept most of her “freshman 15” that she’d apparently indulged in her first year. She was pretty, but again, not in a stunning sort of way. Still, something obviously drew me to her.

This story does not reflect well on me, as I definitely sought to take advantage of my influence on her. I think there was some somewhat sick part of me that knew that with my status on campus, her naivety, and my being “outside her league” by most standards, that I’d have some extra control of our relationship. There was a twisted part of me that enjoyed corrupting someone with such a pristine background. Perhaps I deserved what happened, in some strange fulfillment of poetic justice.

While I’d had quite a number of sexual partners, she had had only two before me, both short-lived, and neither involving actual sex. She was obviously hesitant with men, clinging in some ways to her Christian heritage that told her of the evils of pre-marital sex. Still, I could tell she was enamored with me and was eager to please.

Like many college boys, I was also quite involved with internet porn. This interest had led me to find my greatest kink, yet unrealized, which was tease and denial. By the time I met Becky, nearly all of the porn I watched was focused on men being teased, “tortured”, denied, and dominated. I wanted more than anything to try this for real. When I met Becky, I thought I may have found someone with whom I could try it. She seemed impressionable, and I believed I could mold her into doing exactly what I wanted.

Anyway, we’d been… whatever it was that we were… for around a month before I broached the subject. I felt that she was firmly under my control by this point, and we’d done quite a few things she’d never done with anyone before.

One day, when we both had a couple of periods free between classes and were fooling around, I decided to go for it. I explained to her the basic concept, and asked if she’d be interested in doing it to me. “So… I’d play with you… pleasure you… but not let you cum?” she asked, confusion evident on her face. I was sure it was quite a foreign concept, and that anyone else she’d been with would have wanted exactly the opposite, generally as quick as possible.

“Yes, exactly. Well, you would eventually. But you’d make me wait… make me beg for it. Deny me… and then eventually, when you’re ready, make me cum,” I explained, getting hard just describing the idea to her. “Do you think you could do that?”

She seemed to consider it for a moment. Then I could see her desire to please me win out. “Yeah… I think I can try. But I want you to write it down for me so I know for sure what you want.”

“I can do that!” I quickly agreed, “I’ll even do one better, and send you a video that illustrates it.”

So later that night I typed up what I wanted. “It’s pretty simple really. I want you to tie me up, tease me, do whatever you want to me, drive me crazy, and make me beg to cum. But be cruel… don’t let me. Not until I’m beyond desperate. Then you’ll finally let me cum, when you decide you… and I… am ready. Basically, just do what the woman in this video does.

I sent her off one of my favorite videos, of a sexy mistress tying down her man, using him for her pleasure, and teasing him for ages. Into the latter part of the video, he begged and begged, but she kept telling him no. At the very end, as such videos usually go, she finally let him. He came what seemed like gallons.

I sent it off to her in an email, feeling extremely excited and a little nervous. Would she agree once she watched the video? Would she even be capable of being “mean” enough and making me wait like that? I doubted it. I would soon find out that I was the one who was truly naïve.

If there was a class on safe BDSM practices, this could be a textbook example of why safewords are so important. I did not take any such class şişli escort and had no idea of such things.

I must have checked my email a thousand times that night, waiting for a response. It wasn’t until hours later that saw her name popup in the list.

“Ok, Barry. I’ll do it! It seems like it might be kind of fun. How about this weekend?”

I nearly immediately responded with an emphatic yes.

Friday night couldn’t come quickly enough. So of course, it seemed to take about ten times longer than usual. It finally arrived, and with it, Becky. My senior year I moved off campus to an apartment nearby. My roommate was gone that weekend, so it was the perfect time to try out something like this.

Becky wore a dress. It was long enough that it didn’t expose a lot of leg, but it was lowcut enough to show off her ample cleavage. She also brought her backpack in with her, which I didn’t think much of at the time. We had dinner together, pizza from my favorite local joint. Afterwards, I think we both felt a bit awkward, not knowing how to start. Finally, Becky came over and kissed me. “Are you sure this is what you want?” Her voice shook a little as she asked.

“Yes, absolutely!” I reassured her, and kissed her back.

“Ok, no backing out once we start! You’re going to do what I say, right?”, she asked with a smile. I nodded quickly, having no idea what I’d just agreed to. I couldn’t wait for what would come next. But it wasn’t at all what I expected.

“Ok great, let’s watch a movie,” she suggested.

I was hit with some disappointment. I’d hoped we’d get started right away. Not wanting to dissuade her or make her less confident, I put on a smile and sat down on the couch. I turned on the TV, and fired up the Roku.

While I was messing with that, I saw her go to her backpack out of the corner of my eye. She came back carrying her laptop. “No, no. Not on there. On here,” she said, and set the computer on the coffee table in front of us. She clicked around a bit, and then I saw, with more than a little excitement, that she was pulling up the video I’d sent her.

“I thought maybe we could watch this to start things out,” she said, with a grin. She still seemed a little nervous, but the nervousness seemed to be gradually fading. There was a twinkle in her eye to replace it.

I couldn’t believe my luck. Not only was this going to be my first time trying out my tease and denial fantasy, it was going to be my first time watching porn with a girl. I quickly started unbuttoning my pants for the ensuing fun.

“What are you doing?” she asked, incredulously, “Did I say you could take your pants off?”

“Uh… no…”, I responded, to her completely unexpected question. Her voice sounded a little strict, and I felt my dick getting hard.

“No, I didn’t. You’ll be leaving those on until I tell you otherwise. No touching your dick without my permission, got it? Not until we’re all done with this and you cum,” she said in a tone that seemed quite serious. “Well, if you cum.” She added the last, a smirk on her face.

Her words hit just the right spot in my kinky brain. I knew she had to be playing. “Yes, Maam!” I said, trying to get into my part.

I suddenly felt a little slap on my balls. “You’re to call me Mistress. Understood?”

I was surprised at that, I never imagined meek little Becky slapping me and telling me what to do so sternly.

“Yes, Mistress! Sorry Mistress,” I said, a huge smile on my face betraying any feigned remorse.

Her attitude and our little exchange were enough to make me uncomfortably hard in my pants. She clicked play and the movie started. She sat next to me, and lay her hand on my thigh. It slowly moved up and down my leg, and then to my inner thigh. A few minutes in it finally explored my now very erect cock. I expected her to unbutton my pants then, but she didn’t. She just laid her hand on top of me, barely moving it. It felt good, but it also felt frustrating. I wanted more. I’d never been teased like that before. I started moving my hips up and down to get more stimulation from her slow hand.

To my surprise she took her hand away, and then brought it down with a slap. She hit my dick, just hard enough to hurt a little. “Trying to hurry things along? No moving. Remember, I’m the one in control. You’re to stay still, and silent. Maybe we should make more sure of that.” She got up and retrieved her backpack, and set it down by the couch. She removed a pair of handcuffs from it. I was impressed. She had me lean forward and cuffed my hands behind my back.

“There, that should help avoid any more of that. You should know, I’m going to take my time. I’m in no hurry.” She motioned to the video, where the woman was stroking the man’s cock up and down, “You’re not getting any of that until I’m good and ready. Certainly not while we’re watching this. Probably tomorrow.”

I felt stunned at those last two words. It never even occurred to me that she would try to make nişantaşı escort this into a multi-day event. I realized I’d never told her not to. Is she kidding? She has to be kidding right? I thought, considering what she’d said. Her face didn’t look like she was kidding. “Uh, Becky, I didn’t mean to do this over the whole weekend, you can make me cum- ouch!”

Her hand came down on my dick again, harder than before. “I told you to stay silent. Not very good at listening, are we?” She stood up for a moment, hiking up her skirt, and pulled down her panties. It was a rather lacy pair of boyshorts. From the color difference in one spot, I could tell that I wasn’t the only getting turned on already. Next, she did something I definitely did not expect. She shoved the panties into my mouth.

At first, I gagged a little as a bit of the fabric went back towards my throat, but with a little maneuvering I managed to keep them far enough forward. “You’re to keep those in until I tell you otherwise. I think that should help you stay silent.”

I looked at her, and I’m sure my eyes were as big as quarters. Who was this woman sitting next to me, now with no panties? She didn’t seem like the gentle, shy Becky I’d met in an English class. She got up and went around the corner into the kitchen. I heard the sink run, and then it sounded like she was poking around the freezer. What the hell is she doing now?

A moment later she returned and sat back down. The movie was still playing, and her focus went back to it. Her lack of panties seemed to free her somehow, and I saw her hike her skirt back up and a hand move between her legs as she watched. I was starting to feel a little afraid of her, and yet somehow that only made me more horny. Watching her play with herself certainly didn’t help matters. I wasn’t sure my pants could contain my dick much longer.

Her other hand moved back over, and resumed its painfully slow touches. I wanted so much for her to take my pants off and wrap that hand around my dick, but she didn’t. I couldn’t help but moan a little in frustration at times, doing my best to keep still. I saw her look over at my face periodically, desire in her eyes and a smirk on her face. Finally, her hand seemed to work enough magic, and I heard and saw her cum. She looked at me as she did so, as if to rub in the fact that she could do what I could not.

The video was a long one, around 45 minutes long. Finally, I saw with some relief, it was nearly over. I was sure that after it was over, we’d move to the bedroom and get to it.

The video ended, with the man cumming all over the woman’s tits and face. I longed to do that to Becky.

She got up from the couch, and I followed suit. “What are you doing, slave? Did I tell you to get up?”

I quickly sat down, her authoritative tone taking hold of me. She went over to the laptop and restarted the video. Then she clicked another button, enabling repeat. I stared in disbelief. Surely, she doesn’t mean to keep this up for the entirety of the video again… much less multiple times!

She removed her dress, watching me as she did so to see my reaction. I stared longingly at her breasts, her nipples barely covered by the lacy bra that contained them. She sat back down next to me, and went back to the slow, painful teasing over the top of my pants. By now I was actually annoyed, and a little angry. This wasn’t what I’d had in mind. With my hands tied up and her panties in my mouth I couldn’t do much about it. And with her commanding presence, I’m not sure I would have anyway. So, I did the only thing I could, I endured it.

Partway through the video, she (to my great relief) unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down and off. My underwear soon followed. My dick immediately sprang up, released from its fabric prison.

I watched intently, excited for her to finally wrap her hand around it and stroke me meaningfully. But she didn’t. She seemed to ignore it entirely. Instead, she took off her bra, giving me a little smile. Her glorious tits released from their captivity. She went back to watching the video, one hand on her pussy, the other playing with her tits. It was difficult to watch, and yet I couldn’t look away. I wanted to touch her, feel her, fuck her. Eventually she came again, staring at my untouched dick as she did so.

“Did you want me to touch that?” she asked, a sly grin plastered on her face.

I nodded emphatically. I wanted it so badly.

She brought her hand over and traced her way along my shaft, from the base upwards, incredibly slowly. When she was just about to touch my head, she pulled it away. “Too bad,” she said, unsympathetically. She made her hand into a circle and put it around my dick as if she was going to stroke it, but kept it loose and didn’t actually touch it. I writhed around, trying to rub my dick on her hand.

She immediately took her hand away, and gave me several swift slaps to my balls. They were just hard enough to hurt, and they mecidiyeköy escort were certainly hard enough to surprise me.

“I told you no moving. Well, that’s that. I would’ve liked to slide my hands up and down that cock… feeling every vein and contour… hearing you moan as I jerked you closer and closer. But I have to punish you for your disobedience. I guess you’ll have to wait for me to touch it. Maybe tomorrow.”

I gasped in disbelief and anger. I tried to spit the panties out to tell her what I thought of that, and I stood up from the couch. She quickly pushed me back down with a strength I didn’t know she had, and then out of nowhere produced a roll of duct tape. The tape went over my mouth, effectively sealing it with her panties inside.

“Get up again without my permission, and I’ll make you wish you didn’t have balls,” she said, and her eyes seemed to somehow radiate both anger and arousal, simultaneously. My dick felt even harder at this, while my fear of her grew. What the fuck did I get myself into? I wondered, halfway between regret and glee. I was definitely the most turned on I’d ever been in my entire life.

Assuming my obedience, she turned back to the video. It was painful to watch my favorite video when I couldn’t stroke my dick, which was sticking up prominently right in front of me.

When the video ended this time, she shut the laptop. “Well, it’s getting a little late, huh? We should probably go to bed soon?”

I was excited by the prospect of being let out of all this, and at the least being able to go jerk myself off and get some relief.

As if she read my mind, she said, “I don’t think I trust you not to take… matters… into your own hands while you’re so excited,” she said, giving my engorged cock a long look. “Stay here.”

She walked into the kitchen again, and again it sounded like she’d opened the freezer. She came back with her hands behind her back. She nodded down at my swollen cock. “Is that feeling a little uncomfortable? Want me to fix it for you?”

Again, I nodded as hard as I could. Hope suddenly blossomed in me that she was going to suck me off, or at least use her hands. But when she brought her hands forward from behind her back, my hope quickly faded. Her hands weren’t to pleasure me. They were holding one of my kitchen towels, and it looked oddly stiff. I soon found out why. She wrapped it around my throbbing dick and icy cold enveloped it. I gave a small shriek, both from the intense feeling of cold and from the surprise. She took it away after a few moments, and licked my dick from base to tip. The warmth of her tongue felt amazing after how neglected my poor dick had been, and the cold seemed to make the warmth feel all the more powerful. But with that one lick over, she put the towel back. A few more licks and wraps later, she’d managed to deflate my dick down to as small as it could go.

“So, I think we’ll leave those cuffs on for now. If you promise me to stay silent, though, I’ll take out the gag.”

I quickly nodded, eager to have the panties out of my mouth. It was hot at first, but by now it was uncomfortable and annoying. I also wasn’t sure I wouldn’t give her an earful about all this.

“Ok, you promised. If you break that promise, I’ll make you regret it,” she warned me, again with a voice that showed no hint of humor.

With a quick swish of her wrist, she ripped the duct tape off my face. Then she helped remove the panties as I tried to spit them out. “Did you enjoy tasting me? I hope so. You’ll be tasting a lot more of that soon enough.” She kissed me then, her tongue plunging into my mouth. The knowledge that she no doubt tasted herself in my mouth started to put some life back into my cock.

In an instant it was like her face changed, and she gave me a little smile. Her voice sounded more normal too… her normal, sweet, self. “So, how am I doing? Teasing you enough?”

“Fuck, Becky. This isn’t what I really wanted. I wanted you to actually tease my dick and then make me cum! What the hell is this? Where did you even get these ideas?”, I unloaded on her.

I saw a hurt look in her eyes, as she looked down towards the floor. I suddenly felt terrible that I’d snapped on her, when she was just trying to fulfill my fantasy. It wasn’t really her fault that she didn’t know how to do it exactly right. “Ok… I’ll just take the cuffs off and I can head home. I’m sorry…”

Tears started showing in her eyes. Fuck, Barry, could you be a bigger dick?

“I’m the one that’s sorry, Becky. I’m so sorry I snapped on you. I’m just frustrated… but I guess that’s the whole point of the teasing, right?” I gave her a smile, “I really appreciate you doing this. I know you’re stepping out of your comfort zone for me. And you put a lot of planning and work into this! It’s really impressive!”

She looked up, “Really? So, you don’t want to stop?”

A little voice in my head told me to tell her I was done. Not to continue with it. I ignored it. I don’t know if I was getting turned on too much again and that was overriding the memory of how I had just felt afraid or if I just felt bad enough and didn’t want to hurt her. Whatever my reasons, I instead said, “No no no, not at all! Let’s keep it up. Just maybe… more actual playing with my dick?”

The story, characters, names and incidents are totally fictitious and it is not intended to insult or defame of any country, religion, caste, sub caste, society, family or even any person (living or deceased), if any similarity could be found in the story and the real life then it will be surely just a coincidence only. The fiction work is also not designed to encourage or change anyone’s interest or point of view. The illustration is limited to thoroughly entertainment purpose.

The fictitious story is totally based on the BDSM, femdom, humiliation, feminization and other kinks. So, if the reader feel any kind of disgust then, please put an end to further reading.

Synopsis: Sara gives him a surprise, which becomes horrible shock for him.

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I was totally froze, how could she be here.

But for fraction of the second, she brought me in my past from her beauty, she was as beautiful as in past. In fact, I realized she would be more concerned about her body than before.

I came to reality through Sara’s voice.

Sara (in little angry tone): Slave, behave and greet her properly.

My mind was totally thoughtless, I felt like I am not able to think anything.

Sara (bit more angrily): SLAVE.

I just came to reality and thought, there’s no any other way. So, I greet her as well, kiss her boots to welcome her.

Sara: Kiu, it’s my slave.

I could sense, Kiu is not going to stop her giggle on me.

Kiu: Sara, I think you wanted to say, he is your slave, right?

Sara: No, I mean it, it is my slave. you will come to know.

How to explain my situation as a naked boy in front of two clothed girls.

Kiu: I can’t believe it Armaan.

I couldn’t have courage to see anywhere, but at the floor.

Sara (shockingly): you know him?

Kiu (still in her giggle): yeah, we’re in the same school while doing our master’s.

Sara (towards me): oh really, slave?

I was not in a situation to look neither at Sara nor at Kiu.

Armaan (with hesitation): Yes.

Sara (again angrily): That’s not the way to answer, “Yes” what?

I still couldn’t believe, is it a reality or a nightmare?

Sara (more angrily): SLAVE.

I had to look at her and answer her properly.

Armaan: Yes Goddess.

Kiu was again giggling, but bit more loudly this time.

Kiu: What did he say?

Sara (in her playful tone): Answer her, baby.

I could sense, she has now another weapon for her amusement.

The situation was not bearable for me, but I had to do that.

I looked at Kiu,

Armaan: Goddess.

Kiu: I couldn’t believe this.

Sara: I told you about him, right?

Kiu: yeah, but I was not expecting him, though now I could recall something.

Again, I was shaken, what she was going to say.

Sara: Let’s seat and then we will talk.

I understood what Sara was indicating.

I was going to remove Sara’s shoes,

Sara: First to our guest.

I had to remove Kiu’s shoes.

I started to remove her first boot and I could hear Kiu was again smirking, but little shockingly and so Sara also joined her.

I removed Kiu’s second shoe as well and so for Sara’s too.

Sara: Please come Kiu.

and ordered me

Sara: bring water for both of us.

I went to bring water for them but I could hear her giggling, I didn’t have courage to look at them, but I was sure that they’re talking about me only.

for fractions of second, I recalled all the things, which I was thinking about Kiu at the school time. She was very jolly, she was of fair skin, very attractive eyes, and beautiful hairs, moreover a very pretty hair style and of course her awesome clothing sense as well. most of the clothes fit best on her body. I couldn’t figure out the perfect number of her figure, but I could sense that she had body of 32-26-34 with B cup size. She was too choosy for her shoes as well. I always had a fantasy about her, but I couldn’t have courage to approach her about it.

I came to reality and I brought water to them, Sara took water, but Kiu was still figuring out what’s going on here.

Sara: Kiu, please have some water.

I thought Sara was reading Kiu’s mind.

Sara: Have some water, you’ll get answers of all your questions.

Kiu took water while showing me, she’s still in hesitation.

After drinking water,

Sara: So, you’re saying, you were recalling something.

Kiu: oh yeah, actually it’s about when we’re in our school.

Sara (interrupted Kiu at that moment): slave, do you know what she’s talking about?

I merter escort was praying that she didn’t notice about my fetish.

Armaan (almost in stuttering): No Goddess. I don’t know what she was trying to say.

Sara: slave, you must know that a friend of Goddess must be respectful to you.

Armaan: I apologize.

Sara: You better be and you must apologize to her as well, and call her Lady Kiu.

Sara was dragging me through hell, not literally but at least mentally.

There was bit of silence in the house.

Sara: You will get punishment for repeating myself so many times today, though.

Armaan: I..I apologize, Lady Kiu.

Sara: Good.

While saying, Sara patted on my one of the buttocks.

Kiu was enjoying my humiliation, but still she was trying to hide her laugh through closing her lips, tightly.

Sara: Kiu, that’s fine, you may laugh.

Kiu was laughing little loud, while saying,

Kiu: Sara, when you told, I thought, it was some kind of a game, but it’s something different.

Sara: I already explained you, I have a slave, and I can’t play any game with a slave.

Kiu: But he doesn’t have any say.

Sara: No say at all, as it’s a slave. Slave doesn’t have any right to say, isn’t it slave?

Armaan (as I have any option?): Yes, Goddess.

Kiu was looking at me with wide eyes and little open mouth.

Sara: Anyways, you said, you recalled something.

Kiu: Well, I don’t know, actually I think but I am not sure.

Sara: Go ahead Kiu, let me know what you’re thinking.

Kiu: Actually when we’re in the school, then he used to see me, I thought he liked me and he might want to be friend with me, but he never came to me to talk. In fact I tried to talk to him a couple of times, but then I thought he didn’t have such guts to talk to me. I also thought he knew that he was out of my league, but now I come to know that he has a submissive nature and so he couldn’t gather courage to talk to me.

Sara (while looking at me): Is it true, Slave?

I was actually little shivering, but I also thanked to God that Kiu didn’t realize what’s the exact reality. But as Sara asked me, I had to answer.

Armaan (in stuttering voice): I..I actually, it’s not like that. Actually she’s right.

Sara (in strict voice): Slave, you must use the respected word, not like she or you etc…

Sara was continuously burying me through humiliation.

Armaan: I mean Lady Kiu is actually right.

Sara: hmm.

Sara: But anyways, as you confess, then I have an idea for his punishment, Kiu.

Sara was talking to Kiu about my punishment, she was not even looking at me, like I was nothing for her and she could do anything to me. But the reality was she actually could do anything to me.

Sara: Slave, how dared you to look at Kiu, you knew at that time that you’re a slave by nature, so you must not see anything above the toe of any girl, right?

Armaan: Yes Goddess.

Sara: So, go to the dining table, and take your position.


I didn’t want to create more mess, so I went and took my position as before. but I was thinking what’s in her mind.

I heard both of them footsteps coming towards me.

Sara: Slave, your punishment is both of us spank you, but when I spank you, you have to make eye contact with Kiu and vice versa.

My heart was heavily pounding literally, how could she do with me. I knew spanking itself was humiliation in front of Kiu, but now I had to make eye contact with Kiu. I was praying that Sara changed her decision, but I knew it’s not gonna happen.

Sara: So, Kiu would you like to spank?

Kiu was thinking, I thought Kiu was feeling bit weird, but I also felt that she also loved the situation and she didn’t want to lose the opportunity to dominate a man, or may be me.

Kiu: You can start, Sara. Let me see how Armaan like it?

Kiu was also being part of it, why? I was thinking.

Sara: It’s slave.

Kiu: oh, Armaan, what do you prefer me to call you?

The defeats were adding more and more for me.

The hard spank came to my left butt cheek.

Sara: Slave, Lady Kiu is asking something.

Armaan: You may call whatever you want, Lady Kiu.

Both girls are laughing very loudly.

Kiu (while patted on my left butt cheek): Very goody boy, huh?

Silence for a fraction of second, and another slap on my right butt cheek.

Sara: Your delays are asking and adding more spanking.

Armaan (I immediately replied): Thank you, Lady Kiu.

Both girls are laughing out loud again. Kiu came in front of me and put her hands on my arms, while making eye contacts.

Sara: So slave, 25 spanks for your delays from me and 25 from ortaköy escort Kiu for looking at her in your school life, fair enough Kiu?

Kiu had devilish smile and she asked me with raising her eye brow?

Even, Sara didn’t do such thing, which Kiu did in just first visit. I was thinking, Girls are really that much dominating, or only, I was having encounter with such girls.

Kiu: I think 25 should be good enough.

I could take a little breath.

Kiu (with a slight pause): On each cheeks, right Goody boy?

Sara (in decorative tone): Good thinking, Kiu.

How could Kiu, I wanted to ask her, but I was not in such situation.

One more hard slap on my left butt cheeks. I came to know why?

Armaan: Whatever you feel, Lady Kiu.

Now, Kiu was enjoying my humiliation, too.

I felt another slap on my right cheeks.

Sara: Good Slave.

I didn’t want any other except my punishment, so I replied.

Armaan: Thank you Goddess Sara.

Sara: Ok, but if Slave will try to break eye contact or move her hands from the edge of the table, then let me know, and I will start from beginning. And Slave, you have to thank your superior for each spanking and also counting, too.

Armaan: Yes Goddess Sara.

Sara started and I felt the first spank on my left portion.

Armaan: Thank you Goddess Sara, One.

I also made sure to make eye contact with Kiu, also looked at her face expression, she was absolutely enjoying.

After second spank or I should say first spank on the right side.

Armaan: Thank you Goddess Sara, Two.

Armaan: Thank you Goddess Sara, Three.

Armaan: Thank you Goddess Sara, Four.

I was thanking Sara and counting, and of course after sixth or seventh spank on each side, spanking was becoming painful, and so my eyes were little wet, but simultaneously, I felt good for having Kiu’s hands on my arms, which I hadn’t before.

After tenth spank, Kiu released my left arm from her right one and caressed my right cheek of my face through her back of palm. It felt so good, I was getting erection, as well, though in chastity, and I felt like Kiu was putting balm on my humiliating wounds, but in reality, it’s part of my humiliating.

Kiu (murmuring, but I could read her lips): You’re so pervert, boy.

I pleaded to not say it to Sara through my eyes and she was enjoying it, too.

Finally Sara completed my left portion.

Armaan: Thank you Goddess Sara, Forty Nine.

Finally…

Armaan: Thank you Goddess Sara, Fifty.

Kiu (again murmuring): Now, my turn.

Sara: Kiu, now your turn. Excited?

Kiu: Well, new thing always excites me.

Both are laughing again.

Now both the girls are swapping their positions. While going towards the opposite side of the table, Kiu was caressing though her right fingernails on my left arm, almost without any pressure, went though my whole arm, then left shoulder, then left portion of my back to my left asscheek. I was so aroused, that I started to leak.

Kiu: Spread your legs a bit, Goody.

I did what Kiu told.


Kiu: Oh, Sara, I thought, this is his punishment.

Sara: Yes, it’s.

Kiu: But looks, he’s enjoying.

Sara: Really, Slave?

I was caught, I could neither deny it nor accept it.

Armaan (the words are almost stuck in my throat): No, Actually, I don’t know how?

Sara (little angrily): You’ll get the punishment for this, as well. You’re like a brainless animal, which doesn’t have any control.

I was trying to convince me how could I control myself, particularly what Kiu did to me, but I couldn’t say that thing, which could be considered as insult of my superiors.

I stopped myself, wait, what I was thinking, my superiors, what the hell, but that’s in my mind only.

Armaan: I really apologize, Goddess, Sara. I really apologize, Lady Kiu. Please forgive me, my superiors.

Sara: You will get the punishment, but you accepted your mistake and plea to forgive, so the punishment would be light.

My plead was totally useless. In fact I humiliated my self. Both the girls enjoyed my plea and still they were wanting to punish me.

Sara: Anyways, Kiu go ahead.

I didn’t know the condition of my asscheeks, but I could feel the warmness there, so I could sense, it was definitely pretty red. Kiu was again caressing her fingernails on my asscheeks border and I could feel so good, and getting arouse, but I thought she knew I was in chastity and so she did it to me, but it was totally out of my control.

Now Kiu, started her portion.

First slap.

Armaan: Thank you Lady Kiu, One.


Armaan: Thank you Lady Kiu, Two.

Armaan: otele gelen escort Thank you Lady Kiu, Three.

Armaan: Thank you Lady Kiu, Four.

Because of thrust of the spanking, my hands were rubbing the edge of the table, so Sara put her hands on my arms, like Kiu. She was also enjoying my helplessness. She knew I am looking for her pity, and she also knew I was not in a position to even ask, and that’s her amusement or I should say their amusement.

…

Armaan: Thank you Lady Kiu, Nine.

Armaan: Thank you Lady Kiu, Ten.

Kiu stopped to take break. She was touching my buttocks and inspecting how warm they are. Spanking was painful for me, but her inspection was becoming more problematic for me.

After first inspection,

Kiu: Sara, I think Goody was doing such misbehave because he wants us to punish him, right Goody?

While saying, she was caressing my both legs through her fingernails.

Sara: Is it slave?

She put both of her palms on my both face cheeks.

Sara: Then you should tell me, but that’s ok, now I got it, don’t worry from now on, huh!

Kiu was now patted my asscheeks, and saying,

Kiu: Of course, we’ll take care of his wishes, oops, it’s wishes.

Both the girls laughing very loudly now.

Then spank again,

Armaan: Thank you Lady Kiu, Eleven.

Armaan: Thank you Lady Kiu, Twelve.

…

Armaan: Thank you Lady Kiu, Twenty-Five.

Armaan: Thank you Lady Kiu, Twenty-Six.

Another break.


Kiu was caressing my spanking portion again. She came forward towards my right shoulder through caressing from her fingernails.

Sara: How do you feel to getting spanked by your schoolmate? do you like it?

I didn’t have any word to say, but I couldn’t be even silent, too.

Armaan: Goddess, I have to take my punishment for looking at Lady Kiu.

Kiu was caressing my hair with her hand, while saying,

Kiu: Oh you’re so sweet, Goody.

When the girls punished me, I felt like they hated me and but during break the girls were treating me like a little puppy.

Goody is using for the small kid, Did she think I was a small kid? Though, I don’t know why, but when Kiu was saying the word, I actually liked it.

Now Kiu went to her spanking area, and started spanking.

Armaan: Thank you Lady Kiu, Twenty-Seven.

Armaan: Thank you Lady Kiu, Twenty-Eight.

…

Both the girls were actually giving me sweet torture, even my brain was confused of how to react in such situation. Though, my pee-pee was getting erection and leaking, and my watery eyes saying that I was feeling pain.

Armaan: Thank you Lady Kiu, Thirty-Nine.

Armaan: Thank you Lady Kiu, Forty.

Kiu was again inspecting my spanking skin, and meanwhile Sara wiped my tears and showing she had some pity on me.

Sara: Dear Slave, I know 50 spanks is bit severe punishment, but you deserve it, right?

She was showing as I had any option!

Armaan: Yes Goddess, you’re right.

Sara patted me on my forehead while saying.

Sara: Very good slave.

On the other hand, Kiu was lightly caressing my balls through her fingers, one of the sensitive area for me. I was leaking some more.

Kiu: OMG, Sara you need to look here.

I was cursing my penis, why it was leaking.

Sara immediately moved there and shocked,

Sara: OMG, slave, you liked it that much.


I couldn’t understand how to answer them, though they know, anyone in my position would have been in the same situation, but they wanted to enjoy my condition.


Armaan: I have to take my punishment as it’s for my own good, but even I couldn’t understand, why it’s leaking.

Both the girls relished it thoroughly.

Kiu: It’s leaking, what?

Again both the girls guffawed.

Armaan: My small wee-wee is leaking.


Both the girls laughed loudly, again.

After their laugh, both of them came to their position and started their unfinished business.



Armaan: Thank you Lady Kiu, Forty-One.

Armaan: Thank you Lady Kiu, Forty-Two.

…

Armaan: Thank you Lady Kiu, Forty-Nine.

Armaan: Thank you Lady Kiu, Fifty.

Finally they completed their work or my chastising, might be both, but most importantly, at least for them, it’s their gaiety.

Now, Sara went to the other side of the table and both the girls put their one of the hands on my each butt cheeks. I could sense that my bums were severely red. They were examining their work.

Sara: Hmm, nice cherry red color.

Kiu: Yeah.

I felt like they were pleased with their work.

Sara: Now, stand up slave.

I tried to stand, but it was painful. So, I was slow. Sara and Kiu sat at the couch and scanning my toil and entertained theirselves.

Finally, I stood up, but my sticky discharge is clearly shown. It’s really embarrassment for me and hilarity for them.

Sara: Slave, go to kitchen and prepare our dinner.

I went to kitchen and both were cackling at me.

He came in the door, bending to greet the dogs before standing to his full height to meet my eyes. He took his time looking me up and down, appreciating my tanned legs and short sundress. He closed the gap between us in three steps, leaning into me so I could feel his breath when he said “Upstairs, slowly.”

I walked slowly up the stairs in front of him while he lifted my skirt and watched; panties aren’t allowed unless he specifically requests them. When I almost got to the top stair, he pulled on my hair to make me stop. He pressed the small of my back to bend me over. I put my hands on the stairs in front of me and arched my back to present my ass to him like a good slut. His silent assessment made my body tense as I tried to anticipate his next move- am I going to feel a slap? A tongue? A finger? At long last he moved in behind me and started tonguing my ass. I shivered as I felt the gentle pressure in my most private area, darting in and out of my hole to coax a moan. His fingers entered my pussy as his tongue continued its assault, striking an unrelenting rhythm until my orgasm ungracefully buckled my knees. He laughed, but still offered no words.

He spun me around by my hips, sitting me on the top stair. His hands on my knees spread my legs wide, giving him access to lick cum from the full length of my slit. He then grabbed my chin, tilted my head up, and spit it in my mouth. The third word he said to me since his arrival was “Swallow.”

Then to the bedroom- I had asked (via prior text) to start gentle- beyoğlu escort my nerves were so frayed, I was worried about going right into the hard stuff. He massaged me head to toe, working to relax my muscles before giving my ass a good and gentle fingering. There were no more words, which had an intimidating effect- am I pleasing him? What is happening? What is he thinking? Not knowing drives me crazy.

Once I had relaxed around his fingers in my ass, he flipped me over and forced my legs roughly apart. He licked my pussy, starting slow and then holding me down as I squirmed.

His tongue teased my clit before his mouth wrapped around it to suck an orgasm out of me. He forced me to cum I don’t know how many times, still not saying a word- just looking at me with a challenge, knowing I would obey- cum. He then used his fingers on my clit, moving from forcing to edging. He continued slowly and steadily, bringing me right to the brink before letting off, smirking at my squirms and unrelenting pleas for relief.

As someone who is very rarely told no in her day to day life, being edged is a special kind of torture. The loss of that particular control- control over my own pleasure- hits me especially hard. The stages of grief at such a loss become strikingly evident, and I suppose somewhat entertaining or gratifying for this particular partner. During this session (and many others), he observed:

Denial: Yah right- he did not seriously just stop- but I asked permission and everything! escort ataköy Okay, he’s had his fun…he won’t do it again…I’ve been so good!

Anger: Okay, seriously- fuck off. Please just let me cum- this isn’t fair!

Bargaining: Please Sir, I’ll do anything! Please just let me cum…I’ll be such a good girl…

Depression: Sir, it hurts- please, please let me cum. I know that he won’t, but I have to keep asking…eventually maybe he will take pity on me…

Acceptance. Acceptance comes with tears. My body is craving release so badly, that it gets it in another way. My mind has let go of the need for control- I have totally surrendered my fate, and my orgasm, to him. My pleading, no protesting- just quiet, tearful acceptance.

He doesn’t always go for the tears, but this time he did- he edged and edged me until he got the tears- because he knew that I needed it. Once he broke me like that, with me exhausted and submitted, things escalated.

He fucked my face until I was covered in spit down to my tits. He then hog tied me, and put a plug in my ass, collar on my neck, clothespins on my nipples, and ball gag in my mouth. He fucked me with a dildo so hard that I thought I would puke. With the combination of dildo and butt plug I just kept cumming- so far past exhaustion. I couldn’t even think about my orgasm, because my body and mind were just trying to hold on. He eventually switched to using his cock, and came inside me while pulling on the collar just hard enough for me mecidiyeköy escort to have to think about it.

After that he untied my arms, and turned gentle again. I thought it was (blessedly, finally) time for the cool down, but he grabbed my Satisfyer (side note: the closest thing to a purely physical orgasm that I have ever experienced- run, don’t walk to buy one of these), and he put it directly on my very hard clit (that hadn’t cum in a while). I screamed and tried to buck away but he had left my legs tied and was holding them down and open, completely overpowering me. I literally just had to take it, and it felt so good and so painful I didn’t know what to do. Just as I was about to go over the edge, he fucking edged me. I had had so much pain and pleasure by that point that I actually swore at him, which I never ever do. I was so angry and defeated.

That earned me 20 paddles, and he hit hard, bringing me close to yellow. I was openly screaming each time his hand made contact, but my anger and frustration at him for edging me during what I thought was going to be cool down was fueling me to stubbornly keep taking it. When he was finished, and I could tell impressed, he informed me that it wasn’t going to be over until my clit came. He made me turn back over and open my legs on my own volition, which was so much worse than him forcing me because I knew I was opening myself up to the torture. He edged me over and over again, and because of the targeted toy on the tip of my exposed clit, every time he pressed it down it felt like I was going to pass out. He finally let me cum and I screamed like I was being murdered. He left it on until I cried.

By the end I was a crying, fragile, exhausted, fetal positioned mess, which is exactly what I wanted to be.

Then he finally cooled me down.

He stood there watching as she slowly circled his truck. If he could read her mind he would know her thoughts and desires were even dirtier than his truck. She mindlessly ran her fingers through the layer of dirt. This she could clean, but the thoughts…mmm…the dirty thoughts would remain.

He teasingly squirted her with the hose he held tightly. The water dripping from her hair and down her chest was cooling against the warmth of her skin. Her nipples, hard and sensitive against the white blouse, begging to be noticed.

As she gazed over at him, she watched his hand tighten around the water hose. Knuckles white as he struggled to remain calm. What would those hands feel like against her skin? Would he trace her every curve gently; softly taking in every detail? OR would he run his fingers through her hair? Entwining it firmly in his grasp as he pulls back exposing her neck as his other hand wraps tightly around it. His fingers pushing hungrily into her skin.

They watched each other for only seconds, but it felt like eternity as everything around them slowed. The silence between them was deafening. Their gaze spoke words of passionate, hungry desire. How did they get to this point?

Without warning he shot her with the hose again. This time drenching the front of her shirt. Her round, perky breasts now fully exposed through the white shirt as it clung to her delicate skin. But that was not the only wetness she felt as her pulse quickened. He did not need to say a word. She knew what he was waiting for. The bucket sat at her feet. Soap and suds spilled over the brim, but he had not given her anything to wash the truck with.

A smirk formed upon her lips because she knew two could play this game. She turned her back to him, gently grasped the bottom of his shirt, and slowly…seductively….pulled it above her head. Her breasts now free from their bondage, she bent over….always at the waist. Her perfect ass accentuated by the perfectly cut shorts that allowed for just a sneak of what they hid beneath. She dipped her shirt into the bucket making sure it would be wet and dripping for him to see. An outward symbol of how she felt.

She pressed her body closely to the cold wet steel of the truck leaving impressions of her breast kağıthane escort as she began to wash it. Slowly…making sure to touch every spot. Biting her lips as she focused on the task…ever aware of how his eyes followed her. God she wanted to feel his teeth upon her lips.

She was meticulous and slow in the process. Drawing out the anticipation. Working from front to back, top to bottom. Even without her shirt she was sweating. She could feel it form upon her bare skin. What she would give to feel his tongue trace those lines…tasting the salty sweetness of her work. Kissing the dimples at the base of her spine that were just visible when she bent over.

When she had completed her task she stood back to admire her work. Fully aware of his presence behind her. Would she be rewarded for a job well done? As he stood behind her, she could feel his hot breath against her neck. She closed her eyes, listening to the sound of her heart race. Aware of his smell and the goosebumps that now covered her body in anticipation.

His strong arms wrapped around her. Pulling her into him. His fingers tracing the line of her shorts, resting one hand on her navel. With the other, he raised her hand above him, tracing…tickling…from her wrist down. She was too distracted to notice that he too had removed his shirt. Skin to skin they stood there taking in each other.

He turned her around and lifted her gently and sat her on the tailgate. The perfect height to reach her beautiful breasts. She could feel him…his desire…rub across her leg as she parted them…granting him access.

He leaned forward grazing his lips across her next. “Good girl” he breathed into her ear as his fingers firmly gripped her nipple. Pinching. Twisting. Pulling. her head tilted back and lips parted as a moan escaped her. She knew then that she wanted this…she needed this. He would be her release.

She could feel her heart racing. The sensation coursing through her clit. She shifted on the tailgate trying to get closer and grind against him to relieve the pressure building. But it would not be that easy. He pulled away, stopping her pleasure. She knew he would not allow her to climax until the time was right. That was his to give. levent escort He allowed her breath to slow slightly before resuming the perfect torture. This time with his tongue…his mouth. God he knew how to use them. He left no inch of skin untouched. She whimpered and moaned with each sensually delicious motion he made.

Once he was fully satisfied there, he began to explore the rest of her body. As he kissed her neckline…her shoulders, his fingers made easy work of the buttons on her shorts. She lifted her ass only slightly as his mouth explored her abdomen. Her back arched in pleasure, he slid the shorts from her body, leaving her fully exposed.

He could smell her. His mouth watered for a taste of what lay before him. But first his fingers needed to explore the delicious cavern she had been hiding. With ound had he grasped firmly to her hair, pulling her mouth roughly to his. He took hold with his teeth. While the other hand traced her inner thigh searching.He felt her muscles quiver…felt her desire…her lust rise. He would have his way with her and she would give in.

He would free her. Pushing her to the edge. With his thumb resting firmly on her clit, he began rubbing circles into her wetness while he penetrated deep into her with his fingers. Stretching her. Her mouth still pressed firmly to his, she let out a scream.

She felt him smile. “Yes baby girl….good girl”. He could feel her climax building again. Her g-spot swelling. Panting against him. He could hear her wetness with each thrust of his fingers and he knew she would squirt for him. She tried to pull away pushing firmly against his chest, but he had no intention of stopping.

He pushed…harder, faster, deeper. Stretching her further. Pushing her limits. He knew when the moment was just right. When her juicy nectar started to flow freely, he bent over, pushing her back, spreading her further. He placed his lips on her clit. Gently at first, before beginning to nibble and bite. Sucking firmly. Only slowing to allow his tongue to taste her. Licking the juices from her.

As her moans softened and the quivering slowed, once again he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to him. Wrapping his hand around her throat he could enjoy maslak escort the warmth of her skin….the racing of her heart beat. He kissed her. Parting her lips with his tongue. Making sure she would taste herself, before pulling her from the tailgate.

He pushed her to her knees before him. Taking in her submissive…though sometimes bratty…appearance. Eyes locked, he began to remove his belt. He had used this belt before and knew the marks it could leave upon her delicate skin. But not tonight…tonight would not be for punishment.

With his belt fully removed from his jeans, he made easy work of the button. Letting his jeans drop to the ground, he exposed his hard cock to her. Her mouth began to water. She licked her lips softly as he stepped towards her. So Close! Once again she parted her lips…allowing him to penetrate her mouth. Her hands moved from her thoughts to the back of his legs. Slowly her fingers ran the length of his legs and hesitantly she placed her hands upon his ass as she began to pull him deep into her mouth. With her hari firmly grasped in his hand, they found their rhythm. Him trusting. Her pulling. She took in his full length. Her eyes staring up at him as she did. With his free hand he gently moved the loose strands of hair from her face, pulling them around to the back of her head until both his hands could grasp firmly there.

And as he did, his thrusting became more demanding and rough. He did not slow as he felt her gag reflex take over with each deep thrust. He would have his climax! And she would wear his cum as if he was claiming what was his.

Her nails dug into his skin as her grip on his ass grew tighter. She wanted this as much as he did. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to feel it as he exploded against her bare skin…warming her breasts with his cum.

Faster. Harder. Deeper. He drew closer to his climax. At the last moment he pulled out from her mouth, bathing her in his sweet stickiness. And as he did. A soft moan escaped him.

As he looked down on her, still kneeling in submission before him, she softly licked her lips enjoying the trace amounts of cum that had landed there. He took in her full beauty as she made no attempt to hide it.

She had done well and they both hoped that this would be the first of many encounters they would share together. Gently he helped her up, wrapping her in his shirt. He kissed her lips softly knowing he would take her as his submissive. He would train her in every way that pleased himn. And he would fulfill her fantasies.

Daddy worked hard everyday to provide a good home. It seemed like he was always working overtime and when he got home he even had more to do. It was okay though, she knew he loved her and he knew she loved him too. It just made their time together that much more special to both of them. Brice had been working hard for a week now and he was due home at any time. Christy had been waiting for him all day, her heart pounding wildly, anticipating that moment when he would walk through the door and her purpose would be served once more. When she stopped to think about it, her heart was pounding almost as wildly as her pussy was. Christy knew her Daddy was due home any minute, she was always ready to take care of him, the way only she could.

She was sitting on the couch waiting, her thoughts of him taking her mind into another world almost. She jumped back to reality when she finally heard the sound of the front door shutting. She got up and ran to her daddy wrapping her arms around his neck and breathing in his scent that she had missed so much. His arms wrapped around her waist and his hand, almost instinctively, went to her ass. Giving it a tight squeeze and one nice slap. mmm how they both missed that.

“I have missed you so much Daddy, I am so glad you are home!”

“And I have missed you as well baby. Daddy has been working very hard. Why don’t we move to the living room and you can show Daddy a proper greeting.” Then he smiled that amazing smile that just made her melt.

After they had moved to the living room Daddy took off his clothes and motioned for his baby to come in front of him. She walked so slyly to where he was standing and she dropped to her knees as he placed his hands upon her shoulders.

“Yep, I have definitely missed you Daddy,” she looked at his cock starting to harden and can’t help but giggle. “Looks like you missed me too Daddy!”

She leans in closer to him, again smelling the scent of him that she has missed so much. And she placed a kiss on his cock. Daddy turned away from her for a second, and she placed a kiss on his ass as well. She knew how much Daddy loved that from her, and when he turned back around to face her, his cock had definitely gotten harder.

“Show Daddy how much you missed him baby.”

“Yes Daddy, of course.” She leaned in and wrapped her hot wet mouth around fındıkzade escort the head of his cock, her fingers wrapping gently around the rest of his cock. As she suckled him in her mouth, twirling her tongue around and twisting her head, she stroked him with her hand. Her other hand found its way to his balls and she gently massaged them with her fingertips, rolling them, squeezing them, while her mouth continued to wrap around his cock.

“Oh baby, Daddy loves it when you do that!”, He moaned in a low growl.

She looked up at him and tried to smile. Brice slowly pulled his hands away from his cock and put his hand on the back of her head, giving her a little push. Christy opened her mouth wide to take more of his hard cock into her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down up and down. Going a little further each time. She tried not to gag as his cock hit the back of her throat, but Daddy wants more this time.

“Relax baby, let Daddy use your mouth for his pleasure, be a good girl now.”

She melted to his words and tried hard to relax her mouth and breathe through her nose as her daddy wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled it tightly. She let out a slight whimper, knowing what is coming… but wanting to please her Daddy, she relaxed her mouth.

Daddy started thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth faster and harder each time. Making her gag as it slid to the back of her throat. “ooo yeah baby, that’s it, gag on Daddy’s cock like the little slut you are. You know you want it. I bet your pussy is just throbbing right now” Brice said in a low commanding way that he knew she would respond to.

If she could have moved she would have been shaking her head yes! Her Daddy always knows. Daddy continued his attack on her mouth as he used it like he would her pussy. Fucking it harder as she gaged and pleaded with her eyes. She brought her hands up to Daddy’s thighs and placed them against him, trying to use them as leverage to slow him down.

“Uh uh baby, who said you could do that? Did Daddy tell you to stop him? Did he??”

“No Daddy, I’m sorry.” She dropped her hands down to her side.

“Maybe I should fix this..” He said with a smile on his face.

Daddy pulled his cock from her mouth and went to the dresser against the wall and opened their play drawer. gülbağ escort Daddy pulled out a wrapped bundle of soft purple nylon rope and walk slowly back over to her as he undid the rope.

“Hands up.” he said sternly and her hands were up over her head, fingers interlocked and her head down. She knew exactly what was to come next. Her daddy started wrapping her hands in the rope softly and pulling it tight but not to tight. He had been learning Shibari and was using what he had learned to bind her hands together. When he was finished he looked over his work, smiled and kissed her finger tips as he let her hands fall back down in front of her bound until he was ready to let her go. Daddy picked her up off her knees.

“Turn around slut and lean over that couch.”

Christy smiled quickly and placed the upper half of her body onto the couch, leaving her ass exposed to Daddy. She couldn’t help but squirm slightly. She knew what was coming, and she wanted it so badly. She needed it. Daddy didn’t waste no time before his hand made contact with her ass. The sound ringing in her ears as she felt the heat on her ass.

He loved to watch that cute ass turn a pretty shade of pink after he slapped it good. He slapped the other side and it stung just as good and Christy smiled inwardly and outwardly, knowing her daddy was using her the way she wanted him to. She then felt his hands on her ass, rubbing and squeezing both cheeks at the same time. Then she felt it, the pressure of his thick throbbing cock being pushed between her aching pussy lips. First the head spread her open. Her daddy was thick and she loved the feeling her pussy being spread open by his manly girth. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his cock even further and she felt every inch inside her and her wetness grow as her excitement built knowing what was coming. He reached up and grabbed her collar with one hand as his hips began to move and the feeling of his dominance made her moan a little louder.

Daddy continued to fuck her pussy a little harder, his balls slapping against her clit, making her moan wildly and begging him to fuck her harder, faster.

“Please Daddy please use your slut for your pleasure Daddy. Fuck my pussy with your cock Daddy mmm.”

Daddy continued with his assault on her pussy and just when halkalı escort she thought she couldn’t take any more he pulls out from her.

She lets a moan of disappointment escape from her lips. But it’s only for a moment, and then she feels his cock pressing back into her harder.

She grabs the cushions of the couch in her hand as she shakes, having no way to get away from him, she is stuck. He pulls on her collar so her head is lifted up, he kisses her shoulders, her neck, her cheek, her lips.

“Good girl baby, good girl. Daddy is so happy with you, you are being so good. Daddy loves it when you listen, Daddy loves it when you please him. good girl.”

She melts as she hears her Daddy’s voice calming her. He slowly starts to pull back out and she sucks in her breath. Daddy leans in and covers her mouth with his as he thrusts his cock back into her tight pussy. She whimpers into his mouth.

“Daddy loves to hear you baby, Daddy loves hearing his baby whimper and moan. You love it don’t you baby, you love feeling Daddy’s cock stretching your pussy. The feeling of his cum filling you feels so good, you’re such a good girl…” as he continues to slide back and forth inside her.

After a few moments Daddy is done waiting and he starts fucking her harder and faster. Before long Christy is screaming and moaning begging for more.

“Oh yes Daddy, yes, oh I love it when you fuck your little cum slut and make me feel so good. I love feeling your cock deep in my pussy Daddy. Oh please fuck me Daddy. Ohhh Daddy!”

He starts to pound her pussy harder and faster. She is tight and warm and the sounds of her moans are driving him to the edge. Brice pulled his cock out of her pussy and grabs her arms and spins her around and to her knees just in time. Christy opens her mouth to take his cock again into her mouth. Daddy’s cock shutters and she feels his load unleash into her mouth and over her lips and even on her cheek a little. He lets out an animalistic howl and groans as his cock is drained of his seed.

Christy licks her lips to taste more of him and as she sits there with cum dripping from her chin on to her tits she leans forward and licks the last drops of cum from Daddy’s cock.

“mmm thank you Daddy for using my body.”

“You are welcome baby girl, you’re such a good girl.” Daddy leans in and kisses her forehead as he strokes her hair.

“So, how about a shower to clean up baby?” Daddy winks at her.

She stands and as they walk towards the bathroom Daddy gives her a quick swat on her ass. This is going to be a long, fun-filled night they both think to themselves!

Emily Santing was the most popular girl in school. With many friends and praised by her teachers for her hard work. She was also captain of the school’s cheerleaders.

The very definition of perfection made real

At least according to Nora Whitson. The one girl in school everyone seemed to ignore. In stark contrast to Emily, Nora was a nobody.

Her grades were average at best, she had no friends and was particularly not the best or praiseworthy student among her teachers. She never took care of her appearance and looked ghostly pale. Her hair greasy and covering her eyes. Giving everyone who see her the creeps.

Nora knew she was nothing like her. For example: Emily wears designer clothes, Nora wore thrift store. While Emily could walk around in a plaided skirt showing off her slender smooth tanned legs, Nora wore jeans to cover up her thick and hideously hairy legs.

Yes Nora had very hairy legs.

She was also afraid to wear swimsuits, because everyone would see how unkept she was. See her unsightly hairy legs and find her more unattractive.

Make her feel more hideous than she already felt.

As Nora watched Emily at school, she grew jealous and spiteful. She hated how Emily could get anything she wanted from people.

Anything.

Having had enough, Nora bought a book about changing her appearance. She found it at a used book store down the street from her house.

Since both her parents worked and she had no siblings to care for, she spent most of her time there. Browsing the aisles of used books and reading one that caught her eye. Mostly manga or graphic novels. Which she seemed to like the most.

The shopkeeper was always friendly to her too. Always recommending new books that came on sale. That was how she bought that beauty book.

She rushes home after purchasing it. Bolting straight to her room when she got inside. This is where she’ll start. She’ll have a makeover of everything. Her appearance, sex appeal, etc.

All will be changed.

Nora fantasized about Emily growing jealous of her new found beauty. Boys following Nora around like puppy dogs. Girls asking to be her friend, as Emily faded into the background. She liked that thought. Then Emily would finally know she felt esenler escort since freshman year.

Lonely and rejected.

Sitting at her desk, she opens it up and reads the first chapter

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-Chapter one: Makeup.

To stand out from the rest, you need to look at your best.

Starting with Makeup.

Lipstick needs to be softly applied to the lips. Not roughly-gently.

*Picture of a woman applying lipstick.*

Eyeliner is the next step. Make sure to use it slowly. Using it, should draw to mind a artist making a masterpiece. Two lines should be enough. Remember to keep your eyes open.

*Picture of a woman applying eyeliner.*

Next is eyeshadow. Use a light colour make your eyes really POP. A brush stroke or two should work wonders. Remember to keep your eyes closed during this part as it will irritate the eyes.

*Picture of a woman applying eyeshadow.*

After the right amount of makeup any woman will see her appeal skyrocket.

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Nora placed the book down and rummages through her desk. Not finding anything, she decided to borrow some from her mom. As her mom normally wore makeup everyday.

She continues reading.

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-Chapter two: Hairstyles

Hair is the next best thing to a woman. Flowing, short, curled, ironed, straightened. All hairstyles are unique.

When it comes to handling hair, the right conditioner and shampoo helps too. For example: having greasy flaky hair is treated by Head&Shoulders. Wash regularly to get better scalp and hair. Then watch your hair luster and shine again like new!

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Nora stopped reading and decided to take a shower. Using her dad’s Head&Shoulders shampoo, she scrubbed it into her hair.

“I wonder how long it’ll take to make my hair lustrous?” she thought out loud.

After spending thirty minutes just washing and rewashing her body and hair, she got out. Stopping to look at herself in the bathroom mirror. She wasn’t all THAT bad. She had tits, a nice escort etiler ass and was a virgin. What guy wouldn’t want that?

Except her ass wasn’t nice, it was flabby. She had tits, but they were small. Her attention goes down to her legs. So thick with hair, it was like she was a gorilla.

She HATED her hairy legs.

She hiked one of her legs up on the counter and began shaving.

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Everyone was staring at Nora when she walked into school. That day. she wore a skirt. Which her mom bought her last year. It fell just below her upper thighs and was rather tight against her shaven legs. Which felt like sandpaper when she walked. Nora even wore her favorite anime shirt knotted up, showing off her flat stomach. Her makeup (which she borrowed from her mom) was lightly applied too.

Even Emily was staring at Nora, as she past her in the hallway.

Then everyone burst out laughing.

“What’s with her?” asked one boy.

“Is she trying to be popular or something?” said a girl with a bit of disgust in her voice.

“So SLUTTY!” said her friend, “Knotted shirts were so three years ago!”

A teacher then took her to the front office. As she sat waiting to see the guidance counselor, she can still them talking and laughing. She felt so humiliated.

Then she was called in.

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“Your whole outfit is inappropriate for school,” said the Guidance Counselor.

“What do you mean by not appropriate for school?” asked Nora.

“For starters,” he began and points to her skirt.

“Your skirt is way too tight and above school regulation for skirt use length.” he continued.

“Which is?” asked Nora.

“Below the thigh,” he stated “not above-BELOW.”

“Next is your shirt,” he continued, “Unknot it now!”

She fumbled with the knot. Letting it fall around her waist. In truth, it was just a anime shirt she had. Which she knotted, in order to make it seem cool. The shirt showed anime girls with weird looks on their faces. Some covered in fluids.

He scoffed.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“Excuse me sir,” said a polite fatih escort female voice Nora recognized.

The door opened and in walks Emily. Who stared at Nora briefly.

“Can I help you Ms. Santing?” he asked clearly annoyed at her presence.

“I’m sorry for our newest member’s choice of appeal,” she said, “the fact is, she borrowed that skirt from me.”

The guidance counselor looked again at Nora’s skirt.

“She borrowed it?” he repeated.

“Yes she had nothing that was remotely stylish.” she explained, “So over the three day break, she asked to borrow it.”

“Well it’s still against-” he began.

“Do you realize how many girls wear skirts like that or shirts knoted up?” she said.

He opened his mouth to retort. Then closed it again and sighs. Then began rubbing his temples.

“You made your point,” he said, “jesus you’d make a great prosecutor or lawyer.

“My dad is one,” Emily said, “might follow, might not.”

He then dismisses them both from his office. As Nora tries to walk away, Emily grabbed her arm. Nora turned to face her and saw a smile spread slowly on Emily’s slender face.

“Aren’t you going to thank me?” Emily asked.

“Thank you?” asked Nora.

“I totally just saved your ass just now.” said Emily.

“Yeah….well ummm,” Nora mumbled, “t-thank you I guess.”

“Speak up please,” said Emily.

“Thank you,” said Nora a bit louder.

Her face turned red. Emily continued smiling at her. It made Nora feel….uneasy.

“I’m Emily Santing by the way,” Emily said, “you must be Nora Whiteson.”

“H-how do you know…?” Nora began.

“How do I know your name?” Emily giggled, “Easy peasy, you sit right next to me in class remember?”

Nora nods her head. Her medium length hair flying across her round face. She knew she sat next to Emily. But had NO IDEA Emily knew that too..

“I saw the whole thing,” Emily said as they walked to class, “what made you want to dress like that?”

“I wanted….to dress like you,” said Nora softly.

“What?” asked Emily.

“I wanted to dress like you,” Nora repeated a bit louder, “because I’m tired of being unpopular.”

Emily raises a eyebrow sheepishly, then shrugs her shoulders.

“Okay,” said Emily, “I can help with that.”

“How?” asked Nora.

Emily places her slender hand on the door handle.

“Easy,” she said, “I’ll make you just as popular as me!”

Emily opens the door and for a spilt second, Nora thought she saw a cruel smile spread on Emily’s face.

Melissa and chatted a little over the next few weeks. I was distant. I don’t know why the snorting had turned me off so much. I wanted her to be something she was not, and it took a little while to figure out the problem was me and my prejudices toward overweight women. One night it was late, and I was drinking. Melissa knew this because she had asked what I was doing. She asked me if I had enjoyed sex with her. This caught me off guard, but the answer was easy. I had definitely enjoyed it and told her so.

“What was the most erotic part?”

I paused. What should I say?

“Don’t think about it,” she typed, “Tell me without thinking about it”.

I was drunk. I was horny. I typed it:

“Licking you.” I couldn’t say my favorite part was having sex with her because I had performed so poorly there, and I knew she was not close to coming from that.

“Did you enjoy having sex with me?”

“Yes Mistress. I loved it.”

“Then why didn’t you say that was your favorite part?”

I was slow in responding, and she said, “Stop thinking about it and answer me!”

“Because I came so quickly, I knew I didn’t please you. I am sorry for not pleasing you.”

“You did come very quickly, and you are right, it was not very pleasing.”

This confirmed my suspicions, but it was strangely arousing. “I am sorry Mistress. You were fulfilling my fantasies and being very dominant and I wanted to please you.”

“You pleased me with your tongue. That part was fine.”

It went silent for a while. I was scared to type something. I am not sure what she was thinking.

Finally, the next chat came through, “How drunk are you?”

I was a little buzzed and said so.

“What liquor do you have in the house?”

I had jack Daniels, Jose Cuervo and Absolut and I told her so.

“Go get the Jack Dainels and a shot glass. I am going to get you drunk get you tell me all your secrets”

When I texted back that I had it she said, “Drink one. I want to you to be honest with me, with no inhibitions.”

I took one shot and we kept chatting about random things. A few minutes later she asked me, “How many shots could you take right now and not get sick.”

I thought about this. I was buzzed and had just taken a shot and starting to feel it. I told her I could do at least 5 without getting sick. I was being ambitious. It was 10 pm. Since 8pm I had drunk 6 Michelob and the shot. I was not a lightweight but 6 beers and a shot and I was feeling it.

She told me to take the second shot and to tell her what my top fetish is. We had talked about all of my fetishes several weeks earlier right after we met. I admitted quickly that long nails were my biggest fetish.

“What do you think of my nails that I got and wore for you? You have never mentioned them since. Be honest.”

After a short pause I replied, “It was very very sweet of you to get your nails done for me. I like longer though.” I was ashamed to say this.

“How long?”

I blurted/typed, “I normally don’t notice nails unless they are 1/2 inch past the fingertip and I like them longer than 1 inch. There is no such thing as too long. I have seen pictures beşiktaş escort as long at 18 inches and they were fantastic,”.

I was scared when I said it and my unease grew with every second that she did not respond.

She changed topics. “What about your cast fetish? Tell me more about wearing a cast?”

I started typing. Truth be told, I was happy to talk about these fetishes with her. “I love wearing casts. My preference is arm casts, but it depends on what I am doing. I have worn short arm casts, short arm thumb spicas, long arm and long arm spicas with thumbs or fingers. I have tried short leg casts too. I would love to do more combinations and would love to do a full body cast. I also love seeing women in casts.”

“Would you like to see me in a cast?”

“Yes Mistress.” I typed.

“I like you calling me Mistress. You should always do that when chatting with me. Now take another shot and tell me if you like seeing casts on men.”

I took another shot of whiskey and said, “Sometimes I like seeing cast on men.”

She did not press the issue but continued to query my cast fetish for a few minutes before asking me how drunk I was.

At this point I was very drunk, and I admitted it.

“Can you do the last two shots without getting sick?”

I was not sure. I paused for a second and replied, “I am not sure”.

“Ok then. Maybe you are ready. I want you to lose all your inhibitions. I want you to be honest with me. I want to know what makes you tick. I want you to admit every dirty little fantasy you have. I want you to pull your cock out and start masturbating. When you are hard you need to tell me. I will then ask for all of your secrets. Start stroking.”

This was a little disconcerting, but I was beyond drunk and beyond caring. I was horny. I had been masturbating and horny for a while and talking to her made me horny. I was also looking at web pictures of fat women with long nails while chatting.

“I am already hard mistress. Chatting with you gets me this way.” The porn pictures and the booze were also a little helpful.

“Ok then. I found a little Kink survey that I want to do with you. I am going to say a fetish and you are going to tell me with a 0-5 scale if it interests you. 0 means it is a turn off. 1 means you would do it, but it is not interesting and 5 means you need it, you want it, and it is necessary for you.”

She proceeded to go through a long list of every fetish imaginable. Things like balloons got a 1 from me. Things like big breasts got a 3. Long nails and casts were not in there. At the end of her list, she looked back through and listed all of the things that were large fetishes for me.

“So, my little perv, the ones you gave 5’s to are cross-dressing, bondage, submission, strapons, humiliation, piercing, hoods, and small penis humiliation. I notice this list does not have casts and long nails on it. I wonder what other fetishes you have that are not on this list. Tell me. What sexual interest is not on this list?”

Oops. I did not want to go here. There were some things that I was not ready to admit to anyone.

She made escort çapa it a little easier for me, “Take another shot and tell me anything not on this list that you have masturbated to”.

I took the shot and had to think for a second about things not on the list. Feeling no pain because I was drunk, I admitted way more than I should have: “Forced to suck cock, Big Beautiful Women (BBW), Long toenails, public humiliation, chastity belts, diapers, being blackmailed, mummification, enemas, corsets, etc. etc. etc”. There was a lot. I have a very broad range of fetishes

“Is your tiny little cock hard?”

It was and I realized she was playing on the fact that I had admitted that humiliation and specifically SPH turned me on. “Yes mistress.”

“Does it feel good to play with your tiny cock?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Well, I am glad it feels good to you, because it doesn’t to me. Your tiny little cock did not please me at all. And the fact that you were a premature ejaculator was disappointing also.”

That hurt. I was in my house with my laptop on my legs, but I turned red with shame. I also got closer to an orgasm.

“Are you still stroking your cock?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Are you close to cumming?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You are pathetic. Take your hands off your cock and listen to me.”

I stopped masturbating and waited for her to continue. It took a while.

“You need to answer the next questions honestly. I realize you are drunk and have no inhibitions. I am going to ask you the same questions tomorrow when you are sober. Do you want a girlfriend who will fulfill all of your fetishes?”

The answer to that was and is “Yes” and I said so.

“Can you handle a dominant girlfriend who is fat?”

This surprised me. I was uncomfortable discussing this. I liked Melissa and verbally and emotionally and even physically I liked her and was turned on by her. Having a very fat girlfriend was difficult to consider.

I answered, “yes but it is difficult for me.”

“Why? And be honest!”

That was a very tough question and really did not want to hurt her feelings. I was too slow with a reply.

“Stop thinking about it. I want you to be honest. I am fat. I am always going to be fat. You need to face that fact and tell me what you think. I can help you make all of your fantasies come true, but I need to know how my weight and body make you feel.”

I put caution aside and answered, “You are beautiful. I love talking to you and being around you. I am ashamed to admit that I am embarrassed to have a BBW girlfriend. I am so sorry. I want to date you. You arouse me mentally, and physically and I love the fact that you are so open with all my many fetishes and seem to accept me. That is so amazing. I am so sorry! I wish it were different.”

“Stroke you cock. Get close to an orgasm and tell me when you are close.”

I sped up my ministrations and when I was on the edge of an orgasm, I typed, “I am close.”

Her reply was instantaneous. “Slow down, keep yourself close to cumming and tell me, would it humiliate you to be in public with me as your very dominant fat cihangir escort girlfriend?”

On the verge of cumming I typed “yes Mistress.”

“Would you like that?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Ok. Friday we are going out. I am going to be a bitch dominant and I am going to humiliate you. Do you agree?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Do you want to cum tonight?”

I was so close and so horny, “Yes mistress”.

“Ok. Call me on the phone and beg me to humiliate you and let you cum.”

I was not expecting that, and I did not want to call her. I was hoping she was going to tell me to cum while chatting. I was so horny that I would do anything though, so I grabbed my phone and called her.

She answered, “Hi sweetie. Beg me to cum”.

“Please may I cum Mistress?”

“Not yet. First you are going to tell me more about what would turn you on, on our date this Friday. Keep stroking yourself and tell me what would humiliate you this Friday.”

I was slow to respond, and she didn’t pause long.

“You better answer and give me a long list to humiliate you with or you will not be cumming tonight.”

This spurned me on, and I started vomiting anything that came to mind.

“Would you order for me and not let me make any decisions?”

“Easy. Go on.”

“You could feed me and make me lick your nails.”

“You mean my nails that are too short to arouse you.”

“I’m sorry mistress.”

“Would it humiliate you if I was overly affectionate and made you kiss me a lot?”

“Yes Mistress. This always makes me uncomfortable with anyone.”

“Come on. These are easy. Tell me something really humiliating. Something that will really turn you on. Don’t think. Do it quickly or you are not cumming tonight.”

“I blurted out, you could take your wine glass to the bathroom, pee in it and make me drink it.”

“Oh, that is disgusting. Is that safe?”

“I don’t know mistress,” I admitted.

“Ok little one. I want you thank me for letting you cum while you cum. I want you to say thank you my big, beautiful fat mistress. Thank you for letting me cum.”

I was appalled and uncomfortable with this, but I wanted to cum, “Thank you Mistress. Thank you, my big, beautiful fat mistress for letting me cum.”

“Cum! And keep telling me how much you want me and my fat,” she said

I did almost yell. “Thank you, mistress I want your huge body so much. I want your massive thighs wrapped around me. I want your huge belly squishing under me. I want to feel your thighs squeezing me.”

I finished cumming and immediately felt guilty. Guilty about what I had said to her and guilt that I was so turned on by the thought of having sex with her.

She could tell I was a little quiet after. “Well done little one. I am going to enjoy watching how uncomfortable you are dating a fat girl. Sleep well. Tell me thank you one more time and I will let you go.

“Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for letting me cum.”

“You’re welcome. G’nite little one. Please do not cum before Friday. I want you to be submissive and Horny.”

“Yes Mistress. Good night, Mistress.”

I was torn. My orgasm had been huge, but I was ashamed of how guilty I felt. The post orgasm guilt was compounded by the fact that I did not want to date a fat girl, but I was going on a date Friday at the places of her choice, and I was not looking forward to it. I forced myself to clean up, get ready and go to bed.

Synopsis: Layla Dahamrai has just begun her second year at university. She’s acing every class and is one of the department’s best students in her cohort. However, she’s not getting along with her professor in her East Asian Regimes & Empires class, not that it’s really her fault. It doesn’t help that she’s hot for her teacher either. Sebastian Henderson expects the best out of his students, given he’s teaching at one of the most prestigious universities in London. He’s had enough of Layla stumbling into his class late at the beginning of the semester. In the six years he’s been teaching in academia, he has never desired a student until now. Layla and Sebastian will soon come to realise they have more in common during, and definitely out of, office hours.

Chapter 10: A Visit to the Archives

02/04/2018

Sitting in a room Sebastian booked out for his research, we work silently together on our respective projects. As he enters the room, he grins at me, holding more archival material in his hands. I continue writing on of my final assignments this year. It’s already April, all that is left is exam season in May, then it’ll just be him and I all summer long (not counting who we decide to invite to our trysts). I’m smiling as I focus on the task in front of me, although I cannot help but be distracted by Sebastian’s intense and sexy focus as he conducts his own research for a journal article.

Sebastian places a post-it note next to my laptop asking me to collect specific books, articles and pieces from the archives. I sigh and take a break from my work. As I walk out of the room, I play with the pearls wrapped around my neck, tucked between the collar of my white shirt and thick seasonal jumper. I walk around with a stack of books and periodicals then sigh as I realise the last thing he requires is on the top shelf.

I’m wearing the world’s shortest navy skirt with a thong and knee high socks. I put everything down on the table next to the rows of speeches and official documentation. The ladder isn’t exactly budging, patting my skirt down, I climb up the ladder and try my hardest to reach the documentation I need to pick up.

“Woah!” I lose my footing on the ladder as I pull the document off the shelf. I cling onto the ladder and wince as the material hits the ground. “Shit!” I clumsily lose my footing once more and fumble to stay on the ladder when someone reaches out and grabs my waist. “Ah!” I turn my head and find a man below me looking up at me.

“Are you okay?” The man offers me a glittering smile but all I offer is a meek one in return. I sheepishly climb down the ladder once I release the indecent position I’m in. The man saw right up my skirt, of course, and it’s just my luck. I hastily retrieve the document from the ground and look the man in the eye.

“Yeah, I’m good. I guess I should thank you for coming to my aid,” I whisper. I begin to inspect him. This man had the most beautiful blonde hair a person could wish for. I might even have to ask what conditioner he’s using. He reminds me of a gorgeous, chiselled, Nordic god. His clothes are much like my own with the shirt, jumper and the straight-leg trousers. When I look up at him, I realise how much taller he is than me, and take a few steps back.

“It’s not a problem. I mean, I didn’t really do anything to help you from also hitting the ground there. I’m Ben,” he offers his free hand to me.

I place my palm in his, “I’m Layla.” Ben takes a step back to inspect me after he shakes my hand.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” I shake my head. I mean, he could easily be mistaken for Arthur, but I don’t recall this man from anywhere.

“No,” I begin to retreat and start gathering my stack. When he tells me he’s a post-grad student in the same department at my university I swallow at the pain in my throat. My shit luck strikes again when Sebastian rounds the corner and finds me. He’s concerned about my whereabouts and he’s surprised to find Ben standing there.

“Oh hey, Ben. How are you?” They smile and discuss their respective topics. “Thanks for picking these up for me,” he turns and says to me. “I’m teaching Layla how to use archives since she’s doing her undergraduate dissertation next year.”

Ben smiles at me. “Ah, we’ve all been there. Just remember to move the ladder next time so you don’t end up almost falling off trying to reach for stuff.”

Sebastian’s smile vanishes. I offer a quick explanation of how the ladder was stuck. Ben tests my story by pushing and pulling on the ladder gently and nods his head. Sebastian admonishes me, “If you can’t reach for it you should really just ask someone else to do it, okay?” I nod my head.

“Do you need any other materials?” I pick up the books and start to walk away but Ben stops me once more.

“That’s where I know you from!” I spin around and wait for him to speak. “You’re friends with my little brother Arthur, he does Medicine with that girl Aurelia, right?” Our backs tense up bağcılar escort at his mentioning of Aurelia.

“Yeah, she’s my housemate. As much as I’d love to talk, I need to get some of this stuff scanned. I have other assignments to complete for the modules I’m actually taking this semester,” I laugh and walk away. I don’t know how to explain it but something’s off about him. He doesn’t come across with that same genuine sincerity as his younger brother. Ben’s smile is too flashy for it to be genuine. He didn’t even bat an eyelid when he saw right up my skirt. Hm… How does he know Aurelia? I shake my head and walk back into the room and I’m soon followed by Sebastian.

He walks in with the other half of the stack I put together then locks the door behind him. We don’t address what just unfolded in between the stacks of shelves in the archives and just continue working throughout the day. I’m not sure if I’ll bring up the encounter to Aurelia. She probably doesn’t remember him, so there is probably no need.

I stretch out my arms and check my latest grade. “Yes! I got a first!” I jump in my chair and show my laptop screen to Sebastian. He’s propped himself on his elbow and was already watching me intently. I blush as he smiles at me with pride.

“Congratulations, my love.” I shut my laptop when I notice that he’s finished with his work for the day. “If you want to carry on working you can.” I shake my head. I think I can call it quits at eight hours of solid research and writing today. “Who’s Arthur?” I frown at the unexpected question.

“Arthur does Medicine with Aurelia. They were in the same residential hall in our first year. One night we had a massive flat party and it got out of hand. I think over two hundred students showed up and Aurelia brought Arthur and a few other medics in the middle of the night. That’s how we all became friends. It was one crazy night until security shut it down. Then we went bouncing around campus with bottles of liquor. I think you can guess how that night ended,” I sigh as I remember how sick I felt with my hangover the next morning.

Sebastian nods his head. “Right,” he bites his bottom lip before he speaks again. “So, you’re just friends with Arthur, right?” I stiffen my back at his line of questioning.

“Nobody knows about this, but Arthur was the first person I had sex with. We did it just the one time, but we didn’t tell anyone about it because it wasn’t very good,” I say. He’s hunching over in fear of my response. “Look, I won’t lie to you here… Arthur and I have made out a couple of times in private at parties and club events. It was all rather meaningless. If there wasn’t anyone else around we’d sort of just grind up against each other and make out. It never went further than that, I normally just had sex with one of the girls. But I haven’t done any of that since I’ve been with you.”

I wait for him to respond. Sebastian breathes out a sigh, whether it’s filled with relief or something else I have no idea. “Ben is interested in you.” I frown at his words once more. What on earth is he going on about? I laugh at the idea of it. I think Sebastian is just feeling a little jealous.

“Ben just stopped me from falling off of a ladder, Sebastian.” This doesn’t shake that feeling away for him, he shakes his head, Sebastian seems to think there is something wrong. I sigh. I just have to let him realise it on his own.

“Layla, I know how other men are. Ben was giving you that look. It was the same one that reappeared on his face when he was talking about Aurelia. Why is he so interested in the girls his little brother is friends with?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Arthur may just talk about us or Ben could have just seen us with him on a night out. Those two are quite close from what Arthur tells me. I should have been paying more attention when he talks,” I rub Sebastian’s thigh to reassure him. “Come on, it was just a weird interaction in a dark, cold and very dusty archive.”

“Uh huh,” Sebastian kisses my temple possessively. “Keep your eyes peeled on the next night out if Ben shows up alongside his brother.” I keep my similar suspicions regarding Ben to myself. I don’t want to blow this out of proportion if I’ve gotten the wrong impression of Arthur’s charming but creepy older brother.

I roll my eyes then shake my head. “Wait, if you were already done you should have told me. I guess your stamina is wearing out at your old age,” I stick my tongue out at him. This finally gets Sebastian’s mind on a different topic of conversation. Sebastian pinches my waist and I giggle. He puts a finger to his lips urging me to quiet down.

“I’m only ten years older than you, cheeky minx. We might be in what’s basically a locked basement vault but people can hear on the other side of those doors,” he says as he leans in towards me again. I still and take shorter breaths. What’s he up to now? He takes a finger and hooks them into my pearls.

“Well, I want to thank you helping me with my essay in the escort bahçelievler first place. It’s great having a teacher who helps out students who aren’t on any of his modules anymore.” I reach out and squeeze his thigh. Sebastian hums as he bends down to press his lips against mine. The kiss is feverish and we moan against each other’s lips, tasting each other, savouring one another.

I shift my weight on the chair and lean further into his arms. “Mm,” he moans as I suck his tongue, spurring me on. There is hardly an air left for us to breathe that we have to force ourselves apart. I didn’t even notice him undoing the pearl necklace I was wearing today.

“If you wanted a pearl necklace, Professor Henderson, then you could have just asked. I would have gotten you a beautiful one,” I tease him. Sebastian laughs at my joke and plays with the pearls in his hands.

“Layla, you’ve been distracting me the entire day,” I scoff at his words.

“I’ve done no such thing.” I press my finger against his temple, “You’ve been troubling yourself with all sorts of odd thoughts.” Sebastian playfully sticks his tongue out at me and smiles.

“Nonetheless, I still have to punish you, my love,” he purrs against my ear. I bite my lip and look away from the darkness in his eyes. It makes my cheeks flush with excitement.

Sebastian gently grazes his finger over my thigh. “Are you going to take that skirt off, baby?”

“That’s a new nickname you’ve got for me, darling. I don’t feel like taking it off, Professor Henderson,” I smile as he flashes me a dubious smile.

“I’m sorry. Did I address that as a question? I meant you’re going to take off your skirt and you’re going to do it now. All for me. I say when, I say how, Layla.” I smirk at the truth in his words. Pulling, my jumper over my head, I lift my shirt up enough for me to unzip and slip my skirt off.

I’m standing in front of him in my panties, an oversized white, button-up shirt and my knee high socks with my shoes. Sebastian remains seated and pulls my panties off. I shiver, not from the coldness of the room, but from the way he sniffs my arousal and stuffs the panties in his back pocket. I’m not going to get those panties back today.

I start unbuttoning my shirt and drop it to the floor as he stares at me. Sebastian takes my hand and tugs me closer to him for inspection. His fingers gently rub against my bald pussy then the move up against my hip-dips to trace the faint stretch mark lines on them. “Layla, you’re not just an angel, you’re my goddess divine,” he says as he looks up at me. I look away once more and unclasp my bra then drop it on the floor.

When Sebastian stands up he takes my nipple in his mouth. I gasp as he sucks on the piercing. Jesus, I feel it in my crotch. His thumb brushes against the other one and I moan out at the touch. Sebastian brings both hands around my waist and rubs his erection against my front. I writhe against the aggressive grinding then wrap my arms around his neck as I get up on my tiptoes.

“Ouch!” I yelp as Sebastian digs his fingers into the curve of my buttocks. Sebastian takes advantage of that moment to dangle the pearls over my mouth and slowly drop them in my mouth.

“Suck on them, Layla,” his voice is raspy at the very idea of it. I manage to fit them all in my mouth and he tugs each pearl out one by one and marvels at how each one glistens with my saliva. Sebastian pushes them back inside and leaves a few outside. “Keep them in there, Layla.” I nod my head at the order.

Sebastian pushes me against the desk, sits me on top of it and eases me backwards to lay down over it between the stacks of books. I lean my head up a little bit to watch him unfasten his trousers and release his throbbing hard-on. Sebastian pulls the pearls out of my mouth, trails them down my body, and leaves them on my abdomen.

He starts stroking his cock at the sight of me on the table. “What should I do to you, Layla?” It’s not really up to me but I answer him anyways.

“Put your dick in me.” It earns me two sharp slaps on my thighs. “Ah!” I throw my hand over my mouth to stifle the sound. Sebastian primitively groans at me as he walks around the table. I throw my head back and smile as he lines his cock up against my mouth. The primal nature of his stance makes me shudder on the table. I open my mouth as he leans over me, instead of putting his cock in my mouth, he picks up the pearls on my abdomen.

I watch him wrap the pearls around the base of his cock and guides himself into my mouth. “Those pretty lips are going to go wherever these pearls are, darling.” Sebastian growls as I struggle at first to take his cock deep in my throat. When I manage to make it to the base, I choke, and Sebastian pulls out. My saliva drips between us and stretches across my face. Neither of us clean my face up. “You’re such a good student,” I smile at his words.

“Professor Henderson, you’re the one who promised to make me your fucktoy,” I wink at him. Sebastian bakırköy escort chuckles and pushes himself back in. My lips touch the pearls. Sebastian groans in satisfaction. He starts driving his cock in and out of my mouth. I stare at him as he unashamedly fucks my mouth on the table.

“Yes,” he quietly hisses out. His grip on the pearls loosens and he brings them down to his balls. Sebastian pulls out of my mouth once more and bends down over my face. I take his balls into mouth and begin massaging them with my lips, following the pearls wherever he puts them. “Fuck, Layla.” I writhe agains the table as his continues to praise my oral skills.

Sebastian places the pearls on my neck. He slowly moves away from me and trails the pearls down my body. He dangles them and teases my pierced nipples. My hips wiggle on the table and he just chuckles at my impatient need to be fucked by him. I whimper at his touch. When he spreads my legs apart, I hiss at the coldness of the air, it’s far too cold for me to spread out naked in here. I don’t care though. Sebastian leans over me and sucks me nipples. His teeth gently graze against the piercings and he softly bites down on them. I spread myself further apart as he stands between my legs.

He isn’t quick to push himself inside me. I whimper at the lack of contact. My pussy is aching to be filled with his large cock. I push my head back further against the table and gasp as his hand brushes softly between my folds. Sebastian doesn’t touch my clit. Instead his hand grazes against the tight rosebud and I shudder against the table. I pull my feet on the edge of the table and grab the edge of the desk by my head. I’m spread out obscenely for him. If only I could be filmed every time I was with him. I want to see what he does to me every time we have sex.

His eyes never leave mine. I start pouting at the lack of contact. “Please, Sebastian…” I say breathlessly. Sebastian smirks at my need to be teased, touched and filled. He reaches for the pearls with one hand and spreads my pussylips apart with the other. Before I can question his next move, he presses his lips against mine, he leaves me breathless with a passionate kiss once more.

I am no longer able to think, just feel, all I can focus on is how his tongue is tracing my body from neck straight to my clit. He slowly laps his tongue over my clit with gentle flicks. I’m ready to cum. Sebastian just chuckles and kisses my cunt. “No!” I hiss as he looks up at me. If he denies me this orgasm I will throttle him. His light laugh returns when I scowl at him.

“Alright,” he says as presses his mouth against my pussy once. It doesn’t take long for me to reach the edge once more. I hold tighter onto the edge and explode as he sucks on my clit. I bite my lip as I try to hold back the loud moan that erupted from my throat. I shake against the table as he doesn’t relent. I stare down at him as I come back down from my high. His tongue is still against my slit, his mouth still at work sucking on it, and his eyes are on me. The table is beginning to creak.

“Up you get. I need to finish your punishment,” I frown at his words. Sebastian laughs at me.

“Professor Henderson. I’m not sure an orgasm is a punishment,” I whisper.

“It is when you’re given too many in a very short space of time,” I swallow at the lump in my throat. My legs are still shaking from the first orgasm. “I want your back against the wall.” I shiver as my skin touches the cold wall. Sebastian kneels in front of me.

“Just what are you up to, Professor Henderson?”

“A professor never reveals his sinister plans.”

Sebastian pulls one leg over his shoulder and inserts his index finger to test my wetness. It’s not enough for me. I need his dick. I try to hold his finger inside me but he quickly withdraws. His fingers spread my cuntlips, I look away when he looks at me with pride. I’m swollen, wet and ready for him and painfully so. I gasp when my pearls touch my clit. Sebastian moves them along and I whimper at the feeling. My hips move back and forth against the pearls. “Jesus,” I hiss out as he moves the pearls against my clit.

“I want to buy you all the jewels in the world. I’ll have you covered in rubies, sapphires and emeralds. Throw in a little bit of topaz and amethyst. You look exquisite with pearls on your pussy,” Sebastian hums against my pussy.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you, more.” Sebastian pulls the pearls away from my pussy and licks them. “Fuck, you’re so sweet.” They’re not gone for long as he brings them against my clit once more. The tension is building up. I grab his hair and tug hard.

“Yes…. Oooh… Just like that, honey… Right there… Mm…” I bite my lip once more and explode under his expert touch. I throw my head back then keel over him slightly. I thrust my hips against the pearls and rub out my orgasm. I slide down against the wall and fall to the floor.

“That’s a good girl,” he ruffles my hair. I reach out and take his erection out from his trousers but he slaps my hand away. “No, no, no. You haven’t completed your punishment yet.” I gasp. Maybe I should have asked for orgasm denial rather than orgasm excess. “Lift yourself up. Squat. Open those legs of yours.” I hastily move into position and tremble. I don’t think I can handle another orgasm.

Olive grabbed the sheet the ancient fax machine had finally finished coughing out and peered at it. The law practice where she interned was buzzing with activity as she waited on “Ol’ Bertha,” as the machine was affectionately called, to produce some documents for a new case in discovery. Her share of the research and writing had gradually been expanding since she took the position after finishing her 1L year, and this case was the most responsibility she had been given yet. She was eager to find out who she and her colleagues would be up against this time.

As she scanned the letter for familiar names, one made a hot flush rise to her cheeks. Oh no. Not good. Her eyes darted back and forth to ensure none of her colleagues had seen her lose her composure, and she clutched the packet to her chest as she walked it to her supervising attorney’s office.

Olive had waited five years to recover from undergrad before embarking on her law school journey. She had gone through a wild period in college, deeply affected by the pressure to perform well in school, and would lose herself in drugs and kink to escape the stress for a while. A “slut phase” is normal for any young person discovering themselves, sure, but Olive wasn’t sure she liked what she discovered. She learned she liked to forfeit control to men that were stronger than her, she almost liked it too much. She learned she was a ravenous submissive at her core, and that no vanilla sex could ever deliver the satisfaction of total surrender to orgasm after brutal orgasm, her body bound tight in restraints, her limbs and her holes no longer her own to operate. She shivered kağıthane escort as the heat from her cheeks bubbled down to her loins.

After fucking her way through what felt like half the city’s kink community via Fetlife and even Reddit, Olive had put that submissive side of her to bed. Instead, she fed the part of her soul that craved a gentler intimacy for a while, secure in a monogamous relationship with a loving but vanilla man who had made her feel special. It was hard to feel special to men that would make a whore out of her for the night. Men like him.

Though Olive was still close friends with her ex, when she moved back to the city she’d decided to tread her new career path single and celibate. Her carnal needs could usually be managed with porn and toys such that they didn’t pull focus from her work. She had put in the work to get distance from that past version of herself, and reading his name had snapped her right back, as if she’d been trudging forward all these years with a rubber band around her ankle, and tripped on the memory of him.

Paul Kleinfeld.

She tugged at her collar and wondered if she should report a conflict of interest to her supervising attorney. She didn’t want her hard work on this case to go to waste, nor did she want to lose out on the opportunity to further prove her ability in her workplace. But if it was indeed the same Paul, still a law student himself when she last saw him, she wasn’t sure she could meet his gaze during a hearing. Or hear his commanding voice drilling down on witnesses during deposition. Olive had conflicting levent escort feelings about the older men who had indulged in dominating her when she had been that vulnerable, made no less complicated by how much it turned her on to be vulnerable. She took a deep breath, rolled back her shoulders as if to shrug off all this baggage, and strode into her supervising attorney’s office, holding the packet of paper out in front of her like a talisman.

Olive’s supervisor was a tall, elegant enby named Kent. Their shoulder length blond hair and neat three-piece suits often gave off the morbid appearance of an undertaker rather than an attorney, but Olive sometimes caught small glimpses of an underlying edge– a peek of a chest tattoo as they buttoned up their starched collar, or a particularly Gothic accessory choice. They were the picture of cool, and Olive was happy to work underneath a lawyer who wasn’t too old or stuffy.

Kent extended their hand to take the request for documents, and when Olive let go, she curled her fingers back and dug her nails into her palm, frozen in place as Kent looked over the letter carefully.

“Yeesh.” Kent looked up and their eyes met Olive’s terrified expression.

Clearing her throat, Olive stammered out, “Y-yeesh?”

“Yeah, this firm is notorious for being impatient during discovery. And the list of requested disclosures is long. Like, way too long to fax, you and Bertha would be here all night.” Kent sighed and steepled their fingers. “You should probably deliver what we have in person so that they’re not waiting on us, or Bertha, or the mail.”

Through maslak escort clenched teeth, Olive managed to murmur, “In person?,” drawing a bemused, maybe even mildly concerned expression from Kent. Their face was hard to read. For all Olive could tell, they already knew everything. Could smell the pheromones in her sweat. Could see the memories involuntarily playing in her head.

“Yeah, you can just drive this box of documents to their office. To comply with their request right away.” Kent rose from their chair and reached out a comforting hand to Olive’s tense shoulder, sensing her anxiety but interpreting it as nerves about the case. “Anything that’s missing, or any questions, tell them to call me. You can handle that, no question.”

Olive nodded, mashed her dry lips into something she hoped resembled a confident smile, and grabbed the box. “Totally.”

As she started back down the hallway, her traitorous mind wandered back to the last time she complied with Paul. She was face down, bound by underbed restraints, screaming so loud there was no doubt the neighbors could hear as he split her asshole wide open. It was probably the last time she’d had a dick in her ass. It was definitely the last time she had had any kind of casual hookup, as she had met her ex not long after that. Her pussy was throbbing under her skirt in a way that felt anything but casual. She felt lightheaded and vaguely tired, as if all the vigor she typically approached her work with had been redirected to buzzing and thrumming underneath her skin, warming her extremities but leaving her head cloudy and unfocused. The sensation was not unlike sub space. And she’d only read his name on a piece of paper.

God fucking damn it. She bit her lip as she placed the box of documents on the passenger seat of her car, wanting desperately instead to hug it on her lap for some comfort. He’s still got a hold on me.