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Feeling one of his hands placed over my mouth, while the other held something very hard and cold against my throat awaked me.

“Do not speak or move unless I tell you. I will hurt you if you do not obey my commands.”

I was rigidly still. My nipples were hard and pressing firmly against my satin gown. He moved his hand from my mouth and tugged at my hair. He pulled me towards him… and kissed me deeply on the mouth… then just as quickly, pushed me back against the bed. The hand that held the knife against my throat moved into my view. He slowly ran the knife over my left shoulder… down my arm… back up my arm… until he got to the thin strap. He ran the knife under the strap… pulled back quickly… and my gown was half hanging on me… left breast exposed. I was in complete fear. I could tell my face was flushed with embarrassment… my bottom lip was quivering… my left nipple was fully erect for his view. He traced the outline of my breast with the tip of the knife… swirling the cold blade around my nipple… terrified. My breathing became much more intense.

The knife then moved to the other strap, which he sliced in half, completely exposing my breasts. I watched as the knife moved to the material gathered between my tits, that which was the neckline. He penetrated the fabric with the knife, cutting it down to the bottom hem. He used the knife to slowly push back the gown. Almost like he was opening a package. I was lying there completely exposed in a puddle of the red satin gown I had been wearing. I shuddered as I watched him move the knife to my last part (or at least what I thought it to be) of my humility. He placed the knife under the thin ruffled side of my panties. With one fast jerk, half of the front of my panties fell from my hip and my downy fur was exposed. The knife glided over my mound. The other side was quickly cut, and I was now completely exposed. He reached down to the floor and brought up some black, nylon rope.

“Lift your arms above your head.”

I hesitated momentarily. He grabbed my right nipple and tugged on it sharply. I yelped in the unexpected pain.

“Do as I say.”

I raised my arms up. He wrapped the rope around my wrists five times – then secured it to the iron bars that made up my headboard. His head bobbed down and sucked my right nipple into his mouth. His tongue lingered over it, teasing it. I let out a tiny whimper. My body began to shudder towards orgasm. He stopped and pulled away.

“Not yet young lady.”

My eyes had to have widened. I was shocked. Not only at his reactions, but also at my body’s. I was scared of him, but yet I yearned for his touch. He got up off of the edge of the bed.

“I will be back shortly. “

I pulled at my restraints; they were not coming loose. They only got tighter the more I struggled. Several minutes had passed. All I could think was: ‘Where did he go?’ ‘Why had he left me here like this?’ I know I had been abandoned in this vulnerable position for thirty or forty minutes. Fear was beginning to over power me. Tears puddle up in the corners of my eyes. I could feel their wetness running down my cheeks… dropping on my shoulders. I finally heard a noise other than my breathing and the low hum of the ceiling fan düzce escort motor. I heard the microwave door open, and cut on. It was not on very long at all… no more than a minute. I heard the microwave’s door open again, then close. I heard his footsteps coming up the hallway back into the bedroom. He had a bowl and spoon in his hands. I assumed it was what he had heated up. He dipped the spoon into the bowl and swirled it around. He took the spoon and slowly started to drizzle the contents over my breasts. It was hot, but cooled very quickly… pulling my skin some as it hardened.

My breasts were beginning to look like they were being decorated. I was so embarrassed, yet so hot. My nipples were fully erect again, and my pussy was so wet that my juices were oozing out of me… down my inner thighs… down the crack of my slit… puddling up on the remnants of my panties and at my ass. He then drizzled some of this across my lips. My tongue eagerly reached out for his gift. With this taste and the slight sweet smell in the room, I could determine he was pouring heated caramel on me. It felt incredible. There was a slight sting from the heat, then would pull a little as it hardened. It felt so different, yet so terrific. Suddenly he straddled me and began cleaning off my breasts by sucking and licking the sticky caramel. He would often have to nibble harder, and even bite some, to get all of it off. I was getting extremely aroused at his enthusiasm of cleaning me off. I thrusted my hips upward, but he was too far up on my body to do anything more than to frustrate me further. As he finished his snack, he barked at me…

“Don’t be too impatient!”

With that, he bit down hard on my left nipple making me squeal in pain and delight. He reached his hand down to my over zealous pussy. It was aching to be touched, and was totally saturated with my wetness. He ever so slightly brushed his fingers over the hairs – making me more excited. Sensuous chills ran over my body. My hips bucked up to help make his touch ‘go farther’. Instead, I felt his hand aggressively slap my aching lips.

“Behave – or else!”

He then reached down and brought up a set of nipple clamps. He firmly placed then on my breasts. The tension made me want to beg him to stop, but I was not going to let go this easily. The pain mounted, and tears formed in my eyes. He pulled at the chain connecting the two clamps. The pain was so intense. Why was this happening to me? I was confused… humiliated… and so very excited. Are these emotions supposed to run together this way?

“You are my whore tonight. Roll over on to your stomach. I want to get a better view of that ass of mine”

I quickly followed his command. I heard him stand up. A few moments passed. Then this painful, exhilarating pain ran over my rear-end, while waves of desires overtook my thoughts. My whole body flinched, jerked, then stiffened. I slowly turned my head to gaze over my shoulder to see what he was striking my poor ass with. It looked like a leather paddle. The strikes continued to fall on my ass. I tried to wiggle some to relieve the tension… my legs were trying to move me around on the bed. My arms pulled at the rope. edirne escort Sweat was dripping from my brow, and my hair was soaked around my neck. Periodically I would feel his hand run over my sore buttocks or his tongue glide over the whipped cheeks. I could not take much more.

“Oh please… no more… I do not think I can take anymore… please.”

The paddle fell across my ass once more… it felt like it was on fire… it burned… I could imagine it was a brilliant shade of red. My nipples were still clamped, and my big breasts were so sore from being brushed against the sheets as my body shuddered at the touch of the paddle.

He stopped and suddenly left the room. He was not gone very long this time. I felt something very cold hit my skin. He rubbed this over my warm ass. I felt him sit down beside me on the bed. He lifted the arm that held the cold object so I could see what it was. This was weird… he was running a Popsicle over me. He ran his tongue over the Popsicle. It added to my frustrated being. Oh how I wished that was my breasts, or better yet, my hot pussy getting that action. I do not think I can take it much more. I need a release. I grind my hips against the mattress. He took one finger and pushed it down into my pulsating pussy – then swiftly removes it. It would not take much more of that to make me explode. I then felt this wet finger push at my ass. My muscles automatically tensed.

“You had better relax some or this is going to hurt a lot worse than it should.”

These words replay quickly in my mind… “A lot worse”… I have never had anything back there… then I felt his finger slowly work itself in and out of me. My muscles relaxed some… there was just a slight tension that felt so good, no real pain. My face had to have been extremely flushed. This was so humiliating… tears of shame and embarrassment began to flow… Why was I being toyed with like this? Then I felt a second finger enter me… the tension built… this did hurt some… I tried to relax… but it was so hard to concentrate on that as I felt his fingers working my tight hole. Suddenly, he removed his fingers. My ass felt empty… the sexual frustration in me is mounting. He then took the cherry Popsicle and began to push it against my anus. All muscles tensed something fierce. I tried to tighten them as much as I could. My ‘tightened ass’ did not detour him at all. He continued to slowly push it into me. I bucked against him. I finally realized that I must submit to him, because he was not going to stop. I relaxed my muscles.

“That’s a good girl… should be a lot better now.”

I gasped at the feeling… it was too cold… it felt like all of my nerves were being stimulated all at once… he had gotten almost all of it in to me. My body shook and wiggled at this invasion. I pulled at my restraints… trying to pull away from his grasp. He reached his hand under me and tugged hard at the chain connecting the nipple clamps.

“Do not pull away from me!” as he forced the Popsicle the remainder of the way in to me.

I gasped “Please — Ohhh — Please take it out.”

My legs began kicking a little. It feels so cold… a very different feeling. It does not really hurt… elazığ escort it actually feels pretty good… I think it was just the unknown… the vulnerability. He pumped it in and out of me. My anal muscles began to stiffen… the Popsicle was melting. I could feel the coldness running down my thighs; over my hot mound. He then stopped, and moved his mouth down to the bottom of my cheeks… right to where it meets my thighs. He licked the sweet liquid from my cheek. Feeling his tongue run lightly over my skin… warming where once was just cold. He then swatted my ass hard. I then felt him mouth reach down to my left cheek… kissing… sucking the skin into his mouth… then biting down hard. I moaned in pleasure. I could not stop it…the intensity was too much… my body shuddered…

“Did you cum?”

“Y-yes I did.”

“Did I tell you you could?”

“N-no.”

“Get up on your knees.”

I was so ashamed. There I was arms outstretched in front of me… head laying on the bed… propped up on my knees with my ass up in the air… openly displaying myself.

“Get your knees apart – NOW”

“You will not cum again unless I tell you you can or you get my permission – or else.”

My heart was racing… I was so scared. What was he going to do? I felt so exposed… so helpless… swack – I jumped… his hand fell again – this time not on my rear like I expected, but against my lips… this was a whole different sensation. I then heard the familiar buzz of a vibrator. My pussy ached for this… I thrusted my hips out towards the hum. … Yearning for the relief I desired. .. To no avail. I felt the tip slide into my ass… not my pussy where I needed it the most. Owww…. This shocked me. Once he had it inserted in me; he turned it up to full speed. I bucked a little at this invasion. He pulled on my chain; my breasts are so sore.

“I am going to fill you up.”

I then feel his cock slide deep within me. I felt so full. Feeling the pressure of his cock pressing against the vibrator. He thrusted in and out of me slowly to begin with. Each time he was fully in me, his stomach hit the vibrator, pushing it in ever so slightly, but powerfully. He then sped up… sharp, quick thrusts. His hands were firmly on my hips… his right hand slapped against my ass. I was on the verge of climaxing again.

“Do not cum unless I tell you you can!”

I could not take much more of this. With every thrust, he was continually pushing his cock and the vibrator deep within me. My tired, aching breasts were being pressed firmly against the bed.

“Oh please. I can’t hold out much more. I beg you, please.”

“NO”

He then sped up very fast. He began grunting… his breath was hot against me… his hands were clamped on my hips… I felt everything tighten. His cock was beginning to swell in me. The pressure was so much more intense. The head was enlarging… I could feel his cock pulsating within me… his hands moved to my breasts. He held them very firm. I do not think I can hold out much longer.

“You may release now dear.” He says, as he quickly removes the nipple clamps… the initial pain subsided quickly, as the orgasm overtook my body. My body began to spasm… I felt him speed up even more… grabbing tight to me breasts… his sweat covering my back… then the final pulse. He bites hard on my shoulder… I feel his load explode inside of me… his thrusting slows… he withdraws. He slowly slides the vibrator out… curls up beside me… slides his mask off… and kisses me passionately. His hands reach up to un-tie my binds.

“I love you sweetheart. I loved claiming you.”

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It had been a long week. I was looking forward to the weekend as I headed home on Friday night. We would usually go out for a meal and a drink after work on a Friday and I was heading home to take a shower and get dressed for our evening.

He was already home when I got there. I would normally meet him in town so it was a little unusual to see his car in the garage. I walked inside, called out to him, and went into the bathroom to turn the shower on. When I came back into the lounge I realised that, depending on the decision I made in the next few minutes, we wouldn’t be going out that night, or maybe for the whole weekend. Lying on the coffee table was my collar, and if I picked it up, it would mean I was his slave until he took it off me.

When the collar is out it means that I am to be used as his slut, his playground, and a body for his pleasure. Either of us can bring the collar out, but he is the only one who can take the collar off once I have it on. Sometimes he will use me for a couple of hours and at other times he will keep me as his slave for a couple of days. He is a good master of the collar and I experience great pleasure when I am his slut.

I looked at the collar lying there, small silver studs glistening in the fading sunlight. My tiredness seemed to fade as I thought of all the pleasure of the collar and I looked around to see where he was. He was not in the room and I could only guess that he was upstairs waiting to see what my decision would be. Another rule of accepting the collar is that once I pick it up I must present myself to him, and he will attach the collar to me. I must be naked and be ready for him from the moment I present with the collar. Being ready means having hard nipples and a wet pussy. Mostly I get wet as soon as I accept the collar, but I always pinch my nipples and rub my pussy just to make sure I am ready to serve.

I left the collar lying on the table, went, and took my shower. I would make him wait just a little longer before I let him know the kind of weekend I was prepared to have. I rubbed my hands over my tits, feeling my nipples harden as I washed them. Then I took the showerhead off the wall and slipped it between my legs. I didn’t want to be punished for not being completely clean for him. I thought about letting myself cum with the shower, but I decided against it. I would be completely his for as long as he wanted and I would wait until he allowed me to cum. I knew that part of his pleasure was watching me cum, so I would get my fair share of indulgence.

After I was thoroughly clean, I dried myself off. With my skin still warm I went into the lounge, picked up the collar and headed up the stairs. On the way, I pinched my nipples, but no where near as hard as he might pinch them. I walked into our bedroom and stood before him with the collar in my hand. His face lit up, and he smiled one of his wicked sexy smiles. ‘Good girl’ he said as I walked towards him. He took the collar and as he was putting it around my neck he asked me his usual question; ‘Are you my little slut?’ ‘Yes’ I answered as he pushed my shoulder to turn me around so he could fasten the collar. I felt him buckle the collar and I knew from tekirdağ escort that moment on I was there solely for his enjoyment until he decided to uncollar me.

He reached his hands around my body and grabbed my tits. ‘Good’, nice hard nipples’ he said as he slid his hand between my legs ‘and my pussy is nice and wet too’. ‘You are my slut and I am going to play with you and fuck you all weekend. You will cum only when I say you can, beg me if you must, but you must not cum without my permission. Do you understand?’ The rules of play always changed and he always spelt them out clearly after my collar was on. ‘Your body is my playground you slut, I am going to fuck you, and fuck you hard. You are going to suck my cock, and do whatever I want. At no time are you to touch yourself unless I tell you to. Is that what you want you little slut, to be my slave?’ ‘Yes it is, please use me to make yourself cum, please make my body your playground. I am a slut and I need you to use me like one’ I replied. As the exchange of rules and agreement went on, I could feel my pussy starting to throb.

‘Good we are clear on the fact that you are a slut’ he said as he grabbed my nipples again. His grip on them was tight. As he twisted them, he pulled them, stretching them out from my body. I put my head back into his neck as I moaned. This made him twist them all the harder, pulling them as far as he could. He bit my neck as he continued to play with my tits. He went from kneading them to pulling my nipples over and over again. I could feel his hands digging deep into my tits and I could feel his cock growing hard as he pressed against my back.

My tits are large and round, and I have good nipples. I know that he loves to play with my tits as he does so at every chance he gets. He let go of my tits and moved away from me, but only for a moment. His hands reached around again and it was then that I felt the pain that I loved. Nipple clamps gong on each nipple. The clamps had a chain between them and he tugged on it hard, pulling my tits and nipples downwards. Then he attached a thin leather strap with beads onto the chain. He let the strap drop to the floor. I had no idea what this could be for. ‘Bend over slut’ he said as he pushed my back. I bent over and spread my legs as he commanded. He reached between my legs and grabbed the strap. I moved my hips so that I might feel his hand on my flesh. ‘Stand up’ he ordered and as I did so I felt the strap divide into two pieces where the beads ended, he took these over my shoulders. The beads on the strap were pressed hard against my pussy and ass. It was like a harness that slipped along my pussy and gave him reins to control it with. Oh god, what wonderful new toy has he made for me this time I wondered. He always spent a lot of time making new toys for both our pleasure, and I was always amazed at the ideas he came up with.

‘Kneel on the floor slut’ was his next command as he pushed me away from his body. I knelt down where I was, still not facing him. He moved infront of me, grabbed the leather straps and pulled on them. My nipples were being pulled and the beads were running along tokat escort my. I could feel the leather and beads moving over my ass, a hole I loved him to play with and that I knew then was going to get a lot of attention over the weekend. He took his cock in his hand ‘make me cum slut’ he said as he pushed his cock between my lips. My hands were free so I grabbed his thighs as I sucked his hard cock. I loved sucking his cock and making him cum, and this time it was even more fun with him pulling on the leather straps. The harder I sucked the more he pulled. My nipples were being stretched as far as they would go, the beads were working my pussy, and the feeling on my ass was incredible. I worked his cock with my mouth, sucking and licking every inch of it. I took it as deep into my throat as I could and when I did, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock deeper into my mouth. ‘Suck it good you dirty little slut’ he commanded as I felt his legs start to quiver. I licked his balls as my mouth slid to the base of his cock again, and with this he tugged harder than ever on the strap, ‘good girl’ he shouted as I sucked him to climax. His cum filled my mouth and I sucked every last drop out of him that I could. He quickly pulled his cock out of, my mouth and stepped back to watch me swallow his cum and lick my lips. I tasted every last drop that I could as he continued to pull on the straps.

I let out a moan as my pussy felt the beads and my ass the leather drag over it. ‘Oh, she likes that does she’ he said with a smirk on his face. ‘Get on the bed, and present yourself for me’ he said as he pushed me to the bed. Presenting myself meant getting on all fours, with my legs spread as wide as they would go. I obeyed him without saying a word. I got into the middle of the bed and positioned myself accordingly. ‘Good, you are truly my little slave’ he purred, his voice full of excitement. He tied my hands and feet to the bed, so tightly so that I could not move from where I was positioned. ‘Let me see my pussy’ he muttered as he moved between my legs. I could feel his breath against my pussy lips as he examined the wet juicy flesh that was there for his pleasure. He pulled on the leather strap a couple of times and I knew he would be watching the way my pussy twitched with the movement of the beads.

He reached his arm underneath me and took the leather strap off the nipple clamp chain. He tightened the clamps and pulled on the chain as hard as he could. I couldn’t help but moan with the pain and the pleasure it bought me. He laughed and pulled it again. It was then for the first time that his fingers slid onto my pussy. Tickling the edges of my lips was enough to make me cum. I didn’t have time to ask him, before I felt the rush through my body and the wetness trickle down my legs. ‘You didn’t ask me if you could cum, you slut’ he barked at me. ‘I’m sorry’ I whispered, waiting to see what his reaction would be. ‘You want to be punished?’ he asked. ‘Yes, please punish me, I need to be punished’ I replied. He went to his chest of toys and I felt the paddle crash hard against the cheeks of my ass. Not once but three times, trabzon escort hard smacks that made my skin ache. ‘You are my playground slut, you are here for my pleasure you cum when I say’ he said as he let the paddle go against my ass for the fourth time. He caressed my ass for a few minutes, and I could feel the sensation of the spanking creep into my pussy.

‘Does my pussy want me to spend some time with it?’ he asked. ‘Yes, it is your pussy, please touch your pussy’ I begged softly. I felt him run something hard along my slit. It was warm, but hard and I wasn’t sure what it was until I heard him turn it on. He had a vibrator to use on me. ‘Oh god’ I moaned in pleasure as he stroked it up and down my lips. Dragging the tip of the vibe up and down my pussy felt so good ‘please may I cum?’ I asked him. ‘No, slut, you may not’ was his gruff reply. ‘Please may I cum’ I begged again. ‘No, you must wait’ he said with a satisfied tone. He teased me a while longer in the same manner. All the time I felt my orgasm building inside me, not sure how much longer I could wait. Then I felt his finger slide to my ass. His finger was lubricated and he circled my ass gently with it. ‘Please please let me cum’ I shouted at him. ‘You may cum’ he laughed, just as I felt my pussy throb with the power of my orgasm. My pussy was drenched. ‘God, oh god’ I screamed as the waves of delight shot through my body. He laughed as my body released and his only word were ‘I’ve only just begun slut.’

He kept working his finger round my ass until he slipped it inside me. Little by little I felt the tip of his finger creep inside me. “You’ve got a great ass’ he said as he started the vibrator again. This time he didn’t play with my pussy at all. I felt the head of the vibrator resting against my pussy and then he shoved it deep inside me, twisting it as he pushed it in as deep as it would go. All the time his finger was working my ass. ‘Cum you little slut, cum for me’ he shouted as he fucked my pussy with the vibrator. I did not have to be told a second time, I came harder than I had minutes before. When my body stopped quivering, he removed his finger and the vibrator.

My pussy ached to feel his cock inside me. He was so turned on I knew I wouldn’t have to wait long. I felt him position himself between my legs on his knees. He reached beneath me and pulled on the nipple clamp chain, just as the head of his cock touched my pussy. His cock felt so hard I was ready to be fucked by him. ‘I’m going to fuck you like you deserved, you slut’ he said as his cock drove deep inside me. His cock felt so good. He knew how to work it inside me better than anything I had ever known. His hips grinding into me as he went as deep as he could, was a feeling that I loved. Sliding his cock gently and then as hard as he could drove me wild. ‘I’m going to cum you slut, oh god I’m going to cum so hard’ he moaned. I came first and then his cum filled my pussy so much I wasn’t sure I could take any more. He left his cock inside me for a couple of minuets before he collapsed onto the bed. He lay there for a minute before getting up and untying my feet. ‘You dirty little slut’ he said with a grin, as he slid underneath me. He removed the nipple clamps and as he did so told me, ‘I’m going to suck your tits’. He untied my hands and started to suck my tits with great passion, biting and nibbling, teasing and tweaking them with his teeth.

I don’t know how long I slept for, but when I woke up, he was sucking my tits again. This was going to be a long slutty weekend.

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I knew when I saw the chair in the resale shop I had to have it. Overlarge, sturdy, padded with faded maroon velvet. It was a Edwardian “ladies lounger”, wide enough and reclined slightly so one could read or lay back and sleep while still not ‘laying down’ as that would be too shocking. The wide padded arms were also perfect. I placed it in my room at home, ‘to read on’ I said. If only she knew.

Elinda came as arranged, punctual as always. I led her inside, pleased with how she had chosen to dress. The dark navy dress suited her coloring so well. To let her know what this time would be I wordlessly held out her collar. She cast her eyes down immediately, seemed to become smaller by effort of will alone.

“Dress off” I said simply, standing back to watch.

She reached behind her neck, snapping and unzipping the dress. I watched as it slid off, puddled at her feet. She now had only the ruby merry widow, stockings and shoes on. Her thong was the same wine color, but as she knew too, Elinda slipped that off as well, handing them to me. I pocketed them. She reached out and placed the collar she had chosen on her neck, “slut” in silver on the front of the leather. I attached her leash, tugging once to have her kneel. I knew how much this submission thrilled her. To all others she was cool collected.

A smart, assertive person she had risen fast in her job, respected by all and a little feared by some. Here, with me, that mantle fell off. Here she was simply a pet, my plaything. No thoughts of how to control the situation, what to do or say. With me is her collar she existed to serve me alone. Trusting me I knew her limits, even if sometimes she did not. I pushed her, teaching her about own body, mine. I teased her, pleasured her, took pleasure in using her body and mind.

I led Elinda to the room with the chair in it. She had not seen it yet. Leash still in hand I walked her around it, saw her fingers glide over the dark wood and fabric. I sat her down in the chair, spreading her legs far. Scooting her ass forward I tied her ankles to the arms, lifting her ass up some, affording complete access to her now wet cunt and asshole. The lips had started to spread open for me already, her desire building. Laying her arms around the chair arms, I tied şişli escort her hands also, near her ankles, trussing her immobile. She could not move like this, but no stress was placed on her.

I could leave her like this all day if I wanted too. I then slipped a black satin sleep mask over her eyes, cutting her one sense off. I then reached for the large headphones I had gotten just for this. The overlarge padded earpieces cut off her hearing, only allowing the sounds I gave her to come through. I leaned in then, kissing her lips lightly, felt her tongue stretch out for me. I pulled back, tracing her mouth with my own tongue, teasing. I breathed on her cheeks to tickle, going back to deep open kisses with no warning, alternating this to confuse her, keep her mind off balance. Having tried this alone I knew that after about 10 minutes of being cut off like this time would start to shatter, after a while an hour was the same as a minute, and vice versa. I then stepped out of the room, but one last item was put on her, a leather strap that held a cock gag, filling her mouth as she now furiously breathed thru her nose, deep, hard, as I saw her cheeks flush with excitement. I poured a drink, sipping the cool gin as I waited for her be ready.

After 30 minutes alone, I went back to Elinda, saw that she had been squirming against her bonds but had not broken thru. She had no idea if I was in the room, if I had even left. I took one of the ice cubes and traced her nipples, saw her jump at the cool touch, nipple stiffen immediately. I then tool a sip of the gin, slipping her gag off I kissed her before she could speak, the liquor spilling into her mouth as she opened. I placed the gag back in then. I stood in front of her, undressing with her unable to see me, hear me. I reached down, my cock already hard, pulling the skin back and forth, cupping my balls with the other hand, stroking soft. I then stepped up to the chair, straddling her face.

I let her feel my cock as I ran it over her cheeks, down her nose, felt her smell deep, inhaling me as I passed. She struggled more, wanting me, wanting to feel me touch her. I looked down at her legs. She had started to leave a stain on the velvet, a dark spreading tuzla escort wetness like her blood flowing out, the clear honey glistening on her open labia, her clit now erect, poking from it’s hood. I reached over and started the tape I had made for her to listen too. She had no idea but I had been taping her as she called me to get me off by phone, taped her voice when we had been together in this room. Our voices filled her ears now, reverberating in her head as I stroked her cunt lips, saw her hips try and buck upwards for more pressure, my hands straying to her thighs, nails running along the legs to her knees, scratching her but not satisfying her itch. I heard her breathing increase, I could just make out her jaw working as she sucked the rubber cock in her mouth.

I knelt in front of her, smelling her wetness, her need. I licked her, once…then once more. I dipped in farther each time, tasting her. Placing my mouth over her I sucked in her lips, clit at once, felt her shake as she came for me. I kept the pressure up, sucking harder, felt more ripples as she came again, then again. I backed off then, going to the drawer I kept her things in. I had purchased a small anal plug, the end tapered to retain inside her once she stretched out. I drew the lube out also, coating my fingers, stroking her ass. The fingers slid in with no resistance.

I push more and more lube into her now dilating ass, replacing my fingers with the plug. As it widened I felt her cunt juices flowing freely over my hand as she opened more and more, the cone filling her as it reached its peak, the muscle closing to hold it as it finally bottomed out. Now that her ass was full I placed a flesh colored, detailed vibrator in her cunt, completing the circle. The shaft of this monster was enormous, the length 10″. Combined with the anal plug I knew that she could feel both holes pressing against each other.

I slipped the small waist chain behind her back, securing it to the ring on the end of the dildo, holding it in place in her cunt no without my holding it. As I switched it on Elinda heaved again, plainly coming once more. Now full in her mouth, ass and cunt, listening to us have sex again and again I stepped back to pendik escort watch. She seemed to slip into a seizure like state, shaking, moaning around the gag, squirming as if on fire. I watched as she finally collapsed back into the chair, only the telltale muscle actions in her legs letting me know she was still cumming.

I reached down, turning the vibrator off after 5 minutes of this, leaving then in her, also turning the sounds off in her ears. This left her full but again unable to place herself in space or time. With no outside stimulation she existed only in the moment. After another 30 minutes I slid the now sticky dildo out, leaving the anal plug in. grabbing the chair arms and hers I let her know I was still there, leaning my head down, mouth inches from her clit. I slowly let the spit dribble down to hit her clit, coating it. I then took the small leather paddle out, holding it under her nose, sniffing the leather. I started to tap her clit, not hard, but enough that she felt each blow.

I went slowly, unhurried but rhythmic. I counted the blows in my head, at twelve I saw her cum again. We played like this all day, hour after hour. I alternated the vibrator and the paddle, occasionally leaning in and fucking her violently with my cock for a minute or so, never long enough for me to cum. I could no longer tell when Elinda came anymore, I think at this point she was beyond orgasm, her feeling having melted into one fugue state of pleasure, pain. I stroked my cock, cumming on her face, tits, neck. By the evening she was coated in semen, my cock raw from the friction of my hand. I lost count of how many times I came, the orgasms and liquor now a haze.

When I slipped the mask and headphones off she kept her eyes closed at first, watching then as I untied her, slipped the plug out of her ass so slowly. We said nothing still, her kisses hot on my face as she covered my face, hugging me as tears spilled down her cheeks. She sucked on me finally; now at last able to do the one thing that pleased her most. I could not believe it possible but as I slid into her throat, her hands pulling my ass up off the floor to get me deep, I shot one final load. She gagged and coughed, never pulling back as I shot straight down her gullet, lips nursing the final drops from me. Standing then over me as I lay on the floor she unsnapped her collar, dropping it by my side.

She dressed, still silent, only as she finished she knelt down, lips on my ear ” I love you,..Thank you sir”, the kiss on my ear hot, wet as I fell asleep naked, spent, wondering what the next week would find for us.

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Authors note: This is a Victorian Alt Universe type of story. Most of the “toys” and people I mention existed during the Victorian era, however some things were invented a few years after 1866. Please be patient with me. 😉

Pity my homegirl Brenda for having to beta this, and put up, with my abuse, of commas.

**Warnings:** This story includes femdom, drug use, BDSM, anal play, urethral play, nonconsensual sex acts, rampant misogyny, and a bunch of other nasties that I haven’t decided on yet.

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~ Dr. Jonathan Maxwell’s office — London, 1866 ~

Jonathan sighed; today was dragging. Mrs. Parvoy left only moments ago and his last patient of the day was due in the office in ten minutes. Thinking of little Nettie, he shuddered internally; the silly girl sobbed almost the entire time she was in the chair. He didn’t understand why, as he was the one suffering the indignity of having to give her a massage for nearly 90 minutes. His hands were aching. He grit his teeth, the things he would go through just to get into the upper class’ good graces.

How someone like Victor Parvoy put up with the little chit was beyond him. However he had heard rumors that the young man had recently taken the beautiful Emma Frances on as a mistress, but nothing was confirmed. Considering the Frances woman’s assets and the way she flaunted them, he assumed that a lesser man would be able to forget his wife with her.

But Jonathan Maxwell wasn’t a lesser man. With new patients each day, and the word of his success rate spreading, he was slowly but surely working his way through the middle class. If this continued, his son would be able to attend university when he came of age. And perhaps someday they would be accepted into upper class society. It would be as “new money”, meaning they would still be looked down upon, but his son would marry well and he would be taken care of in his old age. His hands were sure to be arthritic by then.

Whenever he thought of his son, it conjured up images of his late wife Edith. Now she was a fine upstanding woman. She lay with him at night, did her wifely duty quietly until he finished, and most importantly, never ever complained. He would never have had to treat her for hysteria – Edith knew her place in the world. There were days, like today, that he missed her terribly.

Shaking his head to clear the depressing thoughts and focus on work, Jonathan dropped his utensils into a boiling pot in the corner to clean them. No, he didn’t give any credence to those charlatans that stood outside the medical college; he just liked his instruments to shine. Louis Pasteur be damned.

Walking back over to his desk while cracking his knuckles to ease the cramping, he looked over at his notes for the next patient before her arrival.

Miss Eliza Wesley Age: 26 Referred by her family. Notes: Former fiancée of the late Dr Clinton Lambert. Suffers from severe hysteria. Possibly brought on by masturbation, although this has not been proven. The family states tuzla escort that if I am unable to cure her of this blight, she will be referred to Dr Isaac Baker Brown for immediate surgery, and then will attend classes and lectures on morality. Her symptoms are as follows: Willful, irritable, energetic, prideful, and unable or unwilling to accept her place within our great society.

Jonathan frowned. Unlike many other medical professionals, he greatly admired Clinton Lambert’s work, and had wanted to attend one of his fitness camps up in the wilderness near Latchford. It was really a pity that the man had been killed while out running three years prior. A bear attack had to be a terribly painful death.

It was also a shame that his former fiancée seemed to be mentally impaired, possibly by something as insidious as masturbation. This whole episode of hysteria had to have brought on by Lambert’s death; he had no doubts that before then she was an obedient creature by nature. To be a member of the prestigious Wesley family and engaged to someone as well known as Dr. Lambert she had to have been upstanding.

Sitting down in his chair, he felt a grand daydream coming on. If he were able to cure her, word could spread even further about his humble practice through the upper classes. He might even be able to hire two more doctors! Yes, two doctors fresh out of school that would deal with his troublesome hysteria patients while he dealt with important issues like surgery and nervous system research. He smiled, and allowed himself to drift for a short time.

~22 minutes later ~

Jonathan angrily narrowed his eyes as he glanced at his pocket watch again. The damnable woman was over ten minutes late! How he hated tardiness. Well, perhaps she was too faint to make it. If that was the case, he could forget curing her, she could only be helped by the hands of Dr. Brown! Taking in a deep breath to soothe his anger and attempting to take his mind off the rudeness of his new subject, he let his gaze wander around the office. He noted with satisfaction that, while cluttered, everything therein was spotless and in its place. Just the way he wanted it. He absently arranged the inkbottles on his desk from large to small to insure that order was kept.

A knock broke into his musings, and Jonathan strode over to the door to open it. Henry, his sometime assistant, was taking the overcoat and hat of an older gentleman, while a woman he assumed was Eliza Wesley was slowly shrugging out of hers. Her back was facing toward him, but he could see that she was of lean build, and held herself with her back straight and head high. Like a *man*. This wouldn’t do at all. Women were supposed to be soft and meek, not filled with confidence and pride. Obviously he had his work cut out for him.

“Mr. Wesley, it is good to finally make your acquaintance.” Jonathan shook his hand, “What can you tell me about Miss Wesley’s condition?”

As the good doctor and pendik escort her uncle walked into the examination room and began to talk quietly, Eliza shoved her overcoat into the arms of the confused redhead and angrily glared at the two men through the open doorway. Just like all the other bastards, this one didn’t acknowledge her presence either.

“My niece has been having troubles since her fiancée’s death. Our family has tried everything to get her to behave properly, but have thus failed. She has already seen six other physicians with no results. It’s gotten so bad that we’ve had to acquire a separate flat just so her behavior does not contaminate the minds of my young daughters.” The man shook his head sadly, “I’m sorry to say that if you fail Dr. Maxwell, it will mean that she has fallen to the moral disease of masturbation, and I will have no other choice but to bring her to Dr. Brown for treatment.”

“I understand.” Being honest with himself, Jonathan didn’t particularly like the idea of sending anyone to Dr. Isaac Baker Brown, as a physician, he heard things about the man that the public was still unaware of.

“My wife and I will await your diagnosis, and will make further arrangements if necessary.”

Assuring him that he would do his absolute best to help his niece, he bid the man farewell, as treatment would last hours. Jonathan also promised that he would insure her return to her flat afterward. As it was already late in the evening, he dismissed Henry as well, it made no sense to pay him hourly to do nothing but sit around gathering dust. Motioning for the young lady to come inside the examination room, he sat at his desk and began his assessment of her state.

Eliza Wesley was roughly a head shorter than he was, with skin like ivory, brown hair, and gorgeous blue eyes that flashed at him with anger. Gorgeous? Preposterous. She was a woman under severe mental duress. He shook his head mentally and began to make notes in his file.

“Miss Wesley, I understand that you were once engaged to Dr. Lambert. I admired his work.” He stated absently without looking up, if only to make small talk. It was always good to make the patient feel at ease.

Eliza was surprised; most other physicians thought Clinton’s ideas about physical fitness and diet were bunk. If the good Dr. Maxwell only knew that her fiancée only pushed himself to be fit just so he could keep up with his other vices, he would probably choke on his own spit. She chuckled inwardly. And if he knew that some of Clinton’s more wild behaviors rubbed off on her, he would definitely not have sent his cute but dim-witted assistant home.

She also was acutely aware that if Dr. Maxwell failed to “cure” her, that she would be sent to that madman uptown. Clinton had called him a butcher. Well, that was just not going to happen. She was never going to be tamed, and she was not going to Dr. Brown. Acting the part of a subservient woman was easy, but inevitably maltepe escort she would wind up married, the truth would come out, and she would wind up in the same position she was in now. No, the best course of action was still to have a doctor in her pocket in case of emergencies. And the man in front of her was the perfect candidate.

Quietly, she began assessing Dr. Maxwell. He was young for a doctor, and once you got around the pompous personality he was really quite handsome. His black hair, light grey eyes, and pale skin nearly mirrored to her own features. He was not like the other physicians she had seen in the past few years. Most were too old, too fat, too unattractive. Letting them touch her was absolutely horrifying, but she persevered.

Watching how stiffly he stood while scribbling into his file, she surmised that while handsome, he was the typical specimen of a modern man. She knew the type well. Noticing his wedding ring, she surmised that he was a man who attended church every Sunday, has an exhausted wife from birthing too many children, and turns out pregnant maids from his employ. All while having a mistress on the side, and visiting prostitutes. One huge hypocrite. One very foolish hypocrite, she thought as she glanced back to the man and eyeballed the various bottles that sat on a shelf next to her.

“…lacks femininity and seems to be oblivious of her current predicament. Thus I must conclude that her intelligence, like most women, is below average…”

And this is why while Dr. Maxwell sat immersed in taking his notes; the predator he invited into his office was able to silently stalk up behind him, as silent as a cat. He didn’t even have time to react as a delicate handkerchief was placed over his nose and all went black.

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Various A/Ns and random facts:

Hysteria was a “real” disease that women suffered from in the Victorian ages. Those considered to be suffering from it exhibited a wide array of symptoms, including faintness, nervousness, insomnia, irritability, loss of appetite for food or sex, and “a tendency to cause trouble”. Women considered to be suffering from hysteria would undergo “pelvic massage” meaning the manual stimulation of the genitals by a doctor until the patient experienced “hysterical paroxysm” aka orgasm. It’s a pity that most doctors were not very good at this, as many complained that it took hours. Thus with the invention of electricity, the vibrator came into existence shortly thereafter.

Isaac Baker Brown was a real person in the Victorian era. He was alive and working in 1866. He was a “specialist” in gynecology and developed the clitoridectomy as a cure for epilepsy and hysteria, which he attributed to masturbation. He was later ousted from his position in London when it was discovered that he was performing these surgeries without consent. However, the US was a little late in catching on that this man was a quack, medical texts until 1936 suggested the removal of the clitoris as a way to curb promiscuity.

Louis Pasteur is real, was alive in 1866, and he supported the germ theory with diseases. He is most known for heating liquids to kill bacteria, aka pasteurization. He only got a brief mention, but whatever.

***~~~SS~~~***

I accept all comments and constructive criticism – as I am an amateur author and still learning.

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Hours later she arose from her slumber, the previous session merely an afterglow to her body. She stretched and sat upright. Looking down she saw her slave, pete. He was curled up on the floor sleeping like the obedient dog he was. She smiled at him remembering the fun she had had with him earlier. She felt the warmth returning to her thighs, her nipples became erect as the sessions vivid memory played through her head.

She had to have more.

“Get up!” she yelled at her slave.

He wakened instantly, and jumped back to his knees. “Good morning Mistress!”

“I do not recall giving you the permission to sleep?”

“No Mistress, I am sorry.” he answered her, his head bowed before her, his eyes fixed upon her feet s she sat before him on the table.

“You will be punished for your transgressions!” She said in a menacing voice, She watched his cock throb with her threat.

“Yes Mistress,” he swallowed hard.

She hopped off the table and stood before him. His transfixed gaze now focused on her shaven crotch. She reached down and put her hands on his head and pulled it forward into her wet crotch. She then stepped forward implanting his mouth beneath her crotch and forcing his head somewhat backward. She felt his tongue probing forward into her wet pussy as she unleased her bladder into his open mouth.

“Do not spill a drop!” She threatened clinching her fingers in his hair and forcing herself deeper into his mouth.

He gagged, and choked a couple times, but managed to not spill a single drop.

“Good boy!” she praised him as she dismounted his face. “Now lick me clean!”

He leaned forward and gently licked her, cleaning up properly.

“Hmmmmmmm” she cooed, “Very good, slave. Very good! I think you deserve a reward! Get on the table!”

He obeyed her, hopping onto the table she had just vacated.

She opened a large bag lying under the table, and pulled out several leather cuffs. She tossed three onto his stomach, and proceeded to attach one his leg. Soon he had a secure leather cuff attached to his arms and legs. Then she pulled forth several pieces of rope. In moments he was securely attached to the table, spread eagle. She then went into the closet and came back carrying a long piece of wood that had several devices hooked to it. She placed it between his legs, sliding it into his crotch. She then lifted his cock and balls and slid the device against his pubic bone, replacing his genitals on the top of the device. She then unhooked the spreader bar attachments from the sides of the device and secured them to the back sides of his knees. She then pulled a length of rope out of the end, and dragged it up to his testicles, where she attached it to his testicles. The testicle harness was quite unique, it was a thick leather band that wrapped about the neck of the testicles very tightly, buckling in place, and the rope lead was split attaching to the sides of the collar. The testicles themselves were totally exposed except for where the rope ran down their sides.

With a sadistic glint in her eye, she then attached the crank to the side of the device, standing at his feet looking down his body she began retracting the rope. The clicks of the wench locking the rope, pulling his testicles stretching them ever farther and farther from his body.

After a few moment she stopped, his balls were stretched very tautly, his fat hard cock now standing straight up in the air. The slave was complete immobile. She ran her fingers up the insides of his legs teasingly toward his crotch. As her fingers approached the root of his member it uncontrollably throbbed thrusting a large glob of pre-cum out it’s mouth.

“My maltepe escort aren’t we a little randy this morning!” she teased.

She ran her finger over the head of his cock gathering his juices on her finger then fed it to his waiting mouth. “That’s a good boy!” She said approvingly. “You will always be required to eat any messes you make, slave.”

“Yes Mistress.” he replied.

She then pulled out a leather box from the bag and placed it upon his stomach and chest. Opening the box she withdrew several sets of wires and metal probes. She busied herself straightening out the wires and organizing the devices on his chest.

“This is a TENS unit,” she explained, “I want to see how well you can take electrical pain.”

“Yes Mistress,” he replied, not understanding.

She then attached two stick-on wire leads to each of his testicles, one on either side. Then she pulled out an evil looking tiny helmet looking attachment. She stroked his cock several times making sure it was fully erect then slid the wire helmet onto the end of his cock. A long spike penetrated his cock approximately 3 inches deep. the helmet secured itself about the rim of his cock head.

He looked up into his Mistress’s eyes, she was all aglow with desire.

She then hooked all the wires into a small box she held in her hand.

“Ready?” She inquired, not that he really had any choice.

She slowly turned up the current.

All of a sudden his cock and balls felt the zap of the TENS unit! It was a burning, tingling shock that pulsed several times a second. He could see and FEEL her turning up the juice. The pain was intense! The inner spike inside his cock was connecting to the outer contacts on his cock head and about his rim edge of his cock head! His balls were throbbing with juice passing through each testicle! He flinched but was unable to move! He gritted his teeth as she increased the voltage.

She looked down at him, his body convulsing with the waves of electrical current running through his testicles! She knew what he was feeling, she had felt a TENS unit herself. She watched him grit his teeth, fighting the pain that surged through him! She felt hot, she could feel her arousal rising. She flicked the switch to 5, his body leapt in response. The heat intensified between her legs, he was almost there. A few more moments, she eased the switch to 5.5, he was making grunting noises as the waves of pain wracked through his genitals. She reached down and picked up her Night Stick. His eyes were tightly closed as he fought the pain of the electrical current. She slowly raised the night stick over his tautly stretched balls, then with a swift sound swing she brought it down hard on his fully supported testicles.

WAM! Her arousal shot skyward.

WAM!!!

WAM!!!! She felt the tingling of her climax surging through her loins.

The slave cried out in pain as she continued her assault on his testicles. She cranked up the TENS Unit to 6 and continued to rain blows onto his trapped testicles. His cried of anguish and pain fueled her excitement sending her over the edge into spasms of orgasm. She had to clutch the table as then wracked through her body. As the waves of pleasure slowed she could feel the intense heat radiating from her crotch…and wetness running down her thighs. She turned down the TENS unit to 4 and began to climb up onto the table.

His contortions of pain calming as the TENS was turned down. Never in his life had he experienced such intense pain. His cock was defying his mine as he glanced down and saw that it was still rock hard, through the crown he could manavgat escort see the glistening of pre-cum that had been oozing uncontrollably through the ordeal.

“Clean me Slave!” She commanded as she lowered hot steaming pussy onto his waiting tongue.

He was over come with her wetness. Her sexual juices flowed from her body into his mouth in torrents. His tongue lapped up all it could, but still he could not capture it all.

Once sated she returned her devious mind to torturing him. She looked down and saw his cock throbbing with desire. She had expected it to have shriveled under the intense pain she had just inflicted upon him! Yes here he was rock hard and oozing pre-cum!

She sighed, “pete, you are just the kind of man I have been looking for all my life!”

He mumbled what sounded like a “Thank you Mistress”, but she wasn’t exactly sure.

“Enough!” she commanded and she rose up off his face and stood beside the table.

She turned off the TENS unit and removed the wires and attachments from his genitals and placed them back inside the box, then tossed it under the table.

“You took that well!” She sighed.

“Thank you Mistress.”

She reached out and massaged his stretched ball sack. “I want to permanently stretch your balls sack another 3 inches!” She said.

“Yes Mistress, as far as you want it to be.”

A sadistic smile spread across her face as she reached over and turned the wench pulling his balls another half inch. His balls now were a bright red, quite swollen after the intense beating they had received. She scrapped her finger nails over the tightly stretched skin cover them. “Such nice big red balls!” she thought to herself.

“You have a choice!”

“Yes Mistress?”

“One or Two? Decide.”

“One or two what?” he asked.

Slapped his balls hard, “Just One or Two. Which shall it be?”

“Two Mistress,” He replied

“Good! I have a date later this afternoon. You will remain here as you are until I return. I will have video camera on you at all times, and someone watching the camera in case there is a problem.”

“Yes Ma’am, thank you.”

“You will obey Ms Stephanie as if she were me. Understood?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Now I must leave and prepare myself for my date.” Mistress then left the dungeon room.

A few moments later someone else entered the room quietly, and stayed in the shadows. Suddenly the lights dimmed.

“Hello?” pete called into the darkness.

“hmmmmm what have we here?” Came back a sensual voice, ignoring his question.

He felt a hand reach out and hold his stretched balls, then lightly stroke his swollen cock, involuntarily it throbbed in response.

“So hot, he is..” came the mysterious voice. “I’ll bet the cum is boiling inside those large balls, just wanting to spurt!”

“Yes, Mistress.” It was true. His balls ached for want of release more than from the stretching! His still hard throbbing cock was proof of that.

“Awe, that is too bad!” The hand reached out and stroked his cock some more, sending it into uncontrolled throbbing…then backed off to the slightest of touch…and continued its movements up and down his shaft.

“More!” the slave begged, “More friction! Please Mistress!”

“No!” the hand was removed, and his cock throbbed ever so close to release. Pre-cum ran down in torrents.

A moment later the fingers return, teasing and tormenting the slave holding him on the very edge of release, yet denying him satisfaction.

“What is your release worth, slave?”

“Oh God please!!! Anything!”

“Anything? şişli escort Be careful your words, slave.” He pulled his hand away from the throbbing member, fearing he had brought him too close.

“YES ANYTHING!!! Oh Don’t stop!!! Please!!!!”

“Well we will just have to see when Mistress returns.”

“When is that?” he asked truing to regain his control.

“Oh in about four hours. Until then, I have been instructed to tease you out of your mind. This is going to be such fun!”

“No!!!!!”

The next for ours passed slowly. Slave pete was kept on the bring of release and denied orgasm again and again and again. The rhetoric continued defining what he would DO to gain that orgasm he so prayed to have. By the end of four hours he was completely broken. He begged to empty his bank account, give away his car, suck a cock to orgasm, even get fucked by a man if only he would be allowed to cum.

“How are we doing, Stephanie? ” Mistress asked entering the room.

“Oh, he is there.” Mistress.

She looked over at the slave tied to the table, his balls pulled some four inched from his body, his cock throbbing, pre-cum everywhere, tears streaming down his face.

“Yes I quite agree!” She grinned.

“Your first Job, pete is to clean me up after my date.”

“Yes Mistress.” he sobbed, “Anything….”

“Yes, but I want you to know, I have just fucked my lover and he has deposited a massive load of cum inside me that you will be eating.”

“Yes Mistress!”

“Not good enough! I want you to beg for it!” She said.

“Mistress! Please!!! Please let me suck your lovers cum from your body! Please Mistress!!!!” His pleas came instantaneous.

She mounted the table and opened her muscles, as a large glob of white cum oozed from her pussy into his awaiting mouth. “Drink up, slut!” She said as she clenched her muscled sending another massive load of cum flowing out of her body into his open mouth! Moments later a third glob of cum landed into his mouth. She then lowered herself onto his expert tongue. The slave did not flinch, he sucked and clicked and cleaned his Mistress as if his life depended upon it. Soon she could feel her orgasm building, his tongue had found her clit and she was still so hot from the days activities. He felt her response and doubled his efforts on her. Soon she was climaxing on his face washing out the remaining cum from her vagina into his mouth. She dismounted his face, and stood beside him.

“Slave you never cease to amaze me!” She cooed.

“Now, are you ready to cum?” she asked.

“Yes Mistress!!!” he all but screamed.

“Only one last job.”

“What is that Mistress?”

She untied him from the table and released his balls from the stretching device.

“I want you to suck your first cock!” She smiled at him.

“Yes Mistress, anything.” Came his reply.

Mistress Stephanie stepped forward and pointed to the floor. Instinctively, pete fell to his knees. A flip of her hand at her panties, and staring at him was a real cock. A fat cock. Without coaxing or another word said, he lunged forward and engulfed the cock in his mouth. pete delivered the blow job he had always wished he had received in his life. In a few moments he could feel the cock throb.

“Hold the cum in your mouth!” Mistress commanded sternly.

An instant later the cock erupted sending numerous spurts of cum into his mouth. He continued sucking until the spasms stopped.

“Show me!” Mistress commanded.

Pete opened his mouth displaying the massive load of cum he had collected from Ms Stephanie.

“Good Boy! Now swallow!”

He gulped it down.

“Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” She asked.

“No Mistress, it wasn’t.”

“Get on the table, pete”

He laid down on the table.

“Cum for me, pete” She said softly reaching out and taking hold of his testicles.

Pete stroked his throbbing cock and almost instantly erupted sending countless ropes of cum in every direction…..

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Tara woke up early. Remembering what had happened the day before, she smiled. Ambrose was such a mysterious and seductive man! She was going to have so much fun with him, exploring the BDSM lifestyle for a week. Strangely, she did not feel scared about what he would do to her. Having introduced the “color code” reassured her, and she instinctively trusted him.

She got up, took a shower and put on a short skirt and blouse. Looking at herself in the mirror, she decided that she would be as beautiful and sexy as possible for her Master. She pulled out thigh-high black stockings from her dresser, the ones she would wear when going out on a romantic date. Just the act of putting them on was erotic, especially considering that she was not wearing any underwear.

Before leaving her flat, she worried that her hard nipples – symbol of her excitement and arousal – could be seen by everyone who would look at her. Her blouse was made of fine material, which was almost transparent on her body. However, she could not change anymore or she would be late. “Oh well”, she thought. Why would it matter anyway?

In the metro, she understood quickly that it did matter. She was painfully aware of her breasts almost bursting out of her blouse, her nipples harder than ever, and her vagina already wet. Tara felt incredibly desirable, and it was turning her on. She caught the looks of several men and women, and she knew that she was attractive. She arrived in the office at 6.50 am, proud to be on time and extremely horny.

Ambrose was already at his desk. “Is he sleeping here or what?” she wondered. When he saw her, he looked at his watch, smiled and signaled her to come in his office.

“You’re early, that’s really good,” he said. “Stand up straight, I want to examine you.”

“Yes, Master”, she answered proudly.

He stood up, approached her and opened her blouse. Looking at her breasts, then at her thighs, he felt more aroused than ever. He had spent the entire night dreaming of her. She was the perfect submissive; without any knowledge of BDSM, she was constantly wet, she respected all of his rules, she called him “Master” easily. Placing his hands over her pussy, he noticed how warm and damp she already was. At seven in the morning!

“So, did you have a good night of sleep? Was it hard not to touch yourself, little whore?” He smiled. Just the word “whore” had made her blush, she was so innocent and sweet!

“Well, Master, I have to admit something…” She hesitated, looking uncomfortable. “Last night, before falling asleep, I was thinking about the day and it got me bahçelievler escort terribly horny and…” Her face was completely red now. “Well, I touched myself a little.”

He was shocked, and pretended to be angry. However, he smiled internally. He was turning her on so much that she could not stop herself from masturbating at night!

“Well, as you can tell I am very mad that you did not respect my rules”, he said calmly. “I planned on giving you a reward for being early and wearing such a nice sexy outfit. Instead, you will get punished. Remove your skirt and bend over this table, over there.” He was indicating a table that was against the wall, next to his own desk.

She did as she was told, and wondered what was coming. Leaning against the table, her ass standing straight in the air, she could only see the wall in front of her, and not what was happening in the room behind.

Ambrose took his time. He was enjoying the view; in this position, he was able to fully see her beautiful ass and wet vagina. By now, he wanted to fuck her badly – however, he could not give her the satisfaction. Instead, he removed his watch, pulled up his sleeve, and started spanking her.

Each blow, she moaned a little harder and her ass got a little redder. She was completely shocked – she had never been spanked before! She quickly discovered that she loved it. The act was a mix of pain and pleasure on a whole new level, and she enjoyed feeling naughty, being spanked by her boss in the office.

After a few minutes, he stopped. “Red?” he asked, slightly worried.

“Not even “yellow”, Master”, she said, panting and smiling. “It’s a new experience for me, but it feels good, very… wicked.”

“That’s the word!” he smiled. “But don’t you believe that your punishment is over. That would be too soft, especially considering how much you enjoyed it.” He picked up a soft pillow from his office sofa, and brought it to her. “Now, I want you to keep bending over the table, you can use this pillow to be more comfortable, but stay in that position with your beautiful ass and pussy on show. Don’t disturb me, I have work to do.”

And, just like that, he left her there and sat down at his desk. She was confused – how long was he going to make her wait? After the spanking, her ass was feeling a bit sore. Her vagina was soaking wet, and got more drenched each time she would think about the embarrassment if anyone entered the office and saw her like that. After a while, she felt some of her juice rolling down her thighs. bağcılar escort She could not believe it! She was so horny and wet, it felt almost like she was peeing herself.

After an hour, Ambrose stood up and approached her. He gently caressed her sore ass, making her moan a little.

“Look at yourself. Do you know what you are?” he asked.

“I am a bad, horny girl, Master”, she answered.

He smiled. “Yes, you are indeed. Now, I am about to have a meeting with an old friend of mine. The meeting is happening here, in this office. I would like you to stay in this exact position for the entire meeting. If you’d rather not face the humiliation, you can tell me now, say “red” and you’ll be allowed to go hide in your office.”

“No, Master, I want it. I deserve the punishment.” Tara appreciated him asking for consent. She was so aroused, just with the idea of having a complete stranger see her in this position, her ass a bright shade of red after a good spanking.

“Good girl”, he said. “You will be rewarded afterwards.”

Two knocks on the door interrupted them. Tara jumped, looked at Ambrose and regained her position, bending over the table. She could not see anything that was happening, but heard her Master welcoming a woman inside the office.

The woman sounded confident, her voice had a fearless and seductive undertone that made Tara’s vulva twitch. Making small talk with Ambrose, the woman approached her and started massaging her back.

“Hello, little pet”, she said softly. “My name is Celeste. I have known your Master for a while now, so I hope that you will treat him well this week, and obey him better.”

Tara looked at her, and answered. “It’s very nice to meet you, Mistress. It’s an honor to please my Master this week.”

Celeste’s hands were now circling around her ass, making Tara moan excitedly. Then, without warning, the woman put two fingers inside her vagina. For a few seconds, she made a slow gesture, coming in and out. Tara felt like she was about to come. Unfortunately, Celeste took her fingers out.

“Damn, Ambrose!” she whistled. “You found a good one! Look how horny she is. Now, little pet, you better clean my fingers.”

Celeste carried on talking with Ambrose, while Tara was licking her fingers, removing her own secretions from that woman’s hands. Then, they sat down on the sofa, speaking passionately about old friends, gossips and work affairs, while Tara remained on the table, desperate to come.

After what felt like eternity, Celeste stood ümraniye escort up, telling Ambrose that she had to go. She kissed him, then approached Tara and kissed her, too. She started by kissing her forehead, then her nose, and finally she landed on her mouth. Tara answered that kiss with passion. She felt good around that woman – she was kind, confident and beautiful.

Celeste left, leaving Ambrose and Tara alone. Coming closer to her, he kissed her on the mouth too.

“Ready for your reward?” he asked, gently biting her lip.

“Yes, Master”, she said, trembling entirely. She was so uncomfortable and her body was exhausted from the constant arousal. She severely needed to come.

“Stay like this, I love looking at your red ass.” He unzipped his pants, took his hard penis out, and entered her. She was so wet that it was an easy passage. He started fucking her at a faster pace immediately.

Tara was delighted. Not once in her life had she wanted to be fucked as much as today. She had been sexually aroused and frustrated all morning, as a result of her punishment. Now, she could finally feel his beautiful cock inside of her.

While pounding her against the table, Ambrose continued to spank her, at a slower pace. Each time, she felt like she was about to come loudly. However, she had learned her lesson – she knew that she should ask him first.

“Please, Master” she moaned. “May I come?”

Ambrose smiled. She was so hot right now, bent over his table, begging to come.

“Yes, come for me my little whore. You deserve it!”

Her climax took her by surprise. Tara’s body convulsed, bringing her to another place. She had never experienced such a powerful orgasm. At the same time, she felt Ambrose’s cum fill up her pussy. It was so much that when he came out, some cum dropped out of her vagina onto her thighs and stockings.

“Your post-orgasm face suits you well,” he said lovingly. “Take your time, enjoy it.”

Tara sat down, her vagina sore, semen dropping slowly onto her thighs. She could not believe her luck. What an amazing fuck she just had! This was simply incredible.

Ambrose looked at her. “You can go to work now, little whore. I’ll allow you to put your skirt back on, however you cannot clean yourself until tonight. I want everyone to see how much you’re enjoying being fucked, with cum on your stockings.”

“Yes, Master.” She could not believe how much this humiliation and submission was turning her on. She put on her skirt, then walked towards her desk.

Before she closed the glass door that separated their offices, Ambrose said: “I expect you to be back there at 6pm before you go home. I have planned a little homework assignment for you…”

His smile made her very excited. She closed the door, knowing that she would not be able to work all day, spending her time hiding her arousal, hiding her cum stains, and wondering what her Master was planning for her…

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She managed to stay away from him for nine months. She purposely put that distance there. She wanted to make sure that if he wanted his wife and his life that he had every opportunity to make that decision and she wouldn’t be in his way. The loneliness she felt at times was unbearable. She would close her eyes and remember all the times they had together, the laughter, the love she knows they shared. It all makes her very sad in so many ways. Sometimes she feels she wasted so much time but then others she knows she has experienced love she most likely won’t ever again. She longs for him and the connection they shared.

She has dated other men. Most were one date and then it was done. A couple stretched out to two dates or three and were never intimate. One man she calls The Counselor, she has dated for several months. He is a nice man. He is older, a runner, a lawyer, hot, smart and she had a lot in common with him. They always have a great time on their dates. Museums, concerts, ballet, movies, picnics, he is always creative and it seemed he always knew what she liked.

After several dates, he reached out and grabbed her hand to hold it while they were walking. It felt weird but it wasn’t bad and it was nice so she let him. One day as he was dropping her off after they had a date he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. She blushed furiously and he pulled her in and hugged her close to his chest. He smelled manly, sandalwood with hints of citrus she thinks. When he hugged her, she would bury her face in his neck and close her eyes and breathe him in. He would hold her tighter against him and kiss her cheek running his hands through her hair. The problem was that she was remembering her captain and how his touch felt so soothing and comforting. She knew this was wrong and wasn’t fair to the counselor but she couldn’t help herself. Maybe in time she could grow to love this man.

They had a date the very next evening, he held her hand and everything is going great. They are having a great time and at the end of the evening he walks her to her door then pulls her in for a hug and kiss on the cheek. Just as he goes to kiss her on the cheek she stops him with her hand on his cheek. She looks deep in his eyes because she wants to know he wants this too. He pulls her tighter against him and his hand moves up and tangles in her hair and his other hand moves down over her ass pulling her tight against him. He pulls her head back to look in her eyes and brushes his lips lightly over hers almost as if he’s asking permission. Her nails dig into the flesh on his back and a growl rumbles from his chest. Hot breaths of air pass between them as they stand there waiting for permission from each other.

“Kiss me,” she whispers against his lips and he consumes her immediately. His kiss is firm and demanding and her toes literally curl from all the sensations he brings up for her. She returns his kiss with just as much passion. His other hand moves over her ass and pulls her against his growing hard-on. She goes to reach down and run her hand over his pants and he grabs her hand and pins it behind her back. Spinning her to face her door, he pins both hands over her head and grinds against her ass. She has worn a shorter sun dress this evening on their date and it rides up revealing tempting flesh.

He leans in close to her ear and whispers, “I don’t want to go further than what you want to go and scare you away but I want you to know that I want you so much,” he whispers in a gruff voice in her ear causing goose bumps to erupt on her skin. She begins to think that maybe this man could be the one to take the captain off her mind for good.

“I want you too. I want to feel your skin against mine,” she tells him with passion and need lacing her voice.

Taking the keys from her hand, he unlocks the door and guides her inside, closes and locks the door again. “Bedroom?” he questions her and she points in the direction he needs to go. “Good girl, now follow me please.” He commands and she follows him down the hall into her bedroom. “Strip for me, I want to watch you unwrap your gorgeous body for me like a present,” his voice is raspy and his pupils are dilated with need. She removes her espadrilles and pulls the sundress over her head dropping it to the floor. She stands there in a matching bra and panty set. They are a burgundy color and contrast nicely with her tanned skin. “God, you are so beautiful. It’s taking everything I have to sit here and watch. I just want to ravage you!” He tells her and she steps closer so he can touch her.

He runs his hands over her plump breasts and then down her waist to her cheeky panties. He pulls her closer so she stands between his legs and his hands move up and around to her back taking in every inch. Finally, his hands move down over her ass and squeeze her firm globes. A contented sigh comes from him and he immediately smacks her ass hard leaving a large hand print and a satisfying sting and burn for her. She returns the sigh and mumbles something he doesn’t hear. His hand rubs over the hand print and he smacks the other cheek hard and fast again. He can smell her excitement. He bets she çeşme escort is wet for him. Wanting to taste her, “Continue stripping please,” he states calmly not taking his eyes from her.

She reaches behind and unfastens her bra, holding it to her breasts she waits until his eyes meet hers. When they do, she drops the bra and his eyes slowly move down over the large globes of flesh. He takes in the tanned flesh and the taut brown nipples begging for his attention. He reaches out and runs his thumb lightly over that erect flesh and she shivers. Her bra hangs on one finger and she tosses across the room as he grabs her by the waist and pulls her close. His hands go up to each round fleshy globe squeezing firmly while pinching her nipples. She gasps in pleasure and his mouth encircles her sensitive peak. He feasts on her. Licking, nipping, biting, sucking and kissing his way around and all over her beautiful breasts.

Once she is properly devoured and a shaking near orgasmic mess, he stops and hooks his thumbs into those sexy cheeky panties. Burying his face between her breasts, he starts to tug her panties down over her ass and down her legs to land at her feet. His hands move over her bare ass and he can’t wait to taste her. He urges her to move back slightly and he look hers in the eyes, leans in and kisses her deep and with so much emotion.

Guiding her to the bed he lays her gently down on the soft sheets and slides up in bed between her legs. “I want to taste you,” he tells her in a deep, needy voice. He bends her knees up and spreads her legs wide so he can taste heaven. First though, he wants to take in her scent. Leaning in close, he buries his face in her center and breathes in deep taking in her essence. Tilting his head slightly to look in her eyes, he begins to lick her delicious core.

His tongue is magic. He licks and sucks all the right places. Just when she knows she is going to cum, he stops or moves and doesn’t let her. She is a mess. His tongue is lashing against her clit fast and hard and her hips are gyrating against his face. He has two fingers buried in her pussy pushed up against her g-spot. He’s finger fucking her and lashing her clit with his tongue and she can’t hold back any longer. Crying out his name at the top of her lungs, she cums into his mouth as he drinks her in, his eyes never leaving hers. When she is starting to come down from her orgasm, he pulls his fingers from her sensitive pussy and licks them. He crawls over her and kisses her again. She feels his hard cock against her and her hips move needing him inside her. He has on way too many clothes for her tastes. She needs to feel his skin against hers. She starts unbuttoning his shirt but the buttons are small and she fumbles with them impatiently. She decides then she cannot wait and she rips the shirt open sending buttons flying to the floor and over the bed.

Chuckling he pulls the shirt off and smiles, “That’s a first, no one has ever been that impatient to get to me,” amazement laces his voice.

“I need to feel you. I need to feel you against me, inside me, on top of me,” her voice is husky with desire and he sees the truth in her eyes. She reaches for his belt and before he knows what is happening, his pants are open and she is pushing them down his legs with her feet. Once her hand wraps around him he moans in delight. She feels so good. He can’t wait to be inside her.

The whole time she cannot take her eyes off him. He is beautiful. A runner’s body. Lean and thin, muscled and lithe. Her hands skim over the hard surface of his skin and he moans at her touch. They take their time and touch, kiss, lick, and enjoy each other for a long time. By the time, they get to the actual sex, they are desperate for each other. His cock is long and thick and he enters her wet pussy hard and fast. His rhythm is relentless. Their eyes never leaving each other’s, they both cry out as they cum. He fills her pussy full of his seed and she cums soaking them both. He collapses on top of her and kisses her lips. Rolling off her, he pulls her to him and holds her tight.

“That was like nothing I have ever experienced before,” he tells her. He runs his hand over her back while the other hand has pulled her arm across him. They hold each other in the moonlight that shines through the window of her bedroom for a while before either one speaks. “That was the best experience of my life. I don’t know how you felt about it, I can’t make assumptions. I want to continue to see you. In fact, I want us to be exclusive please. Please do me the honor of being my girl,” he smiles and kisses her lips.

She can’t resist him. He’s adorable and hot. “Of course, I will be your girl,” she tells him as she rolls on top of him. She grinds on his cock and he springs back to life. “Feels like someone else is happy too,” she grins mischievously as she grinds harder and faster against him. The cum from their last time coats his cock and balls as she glides over him. Watching her as she rides him, makes him want to do that with her.

“Would you be willing to ride me?” He queries. She can başakşehir escort tell he wants that so much. She also knows that his big cock would be even deeper.

Reaching up and pinching her nipples, she moans in delight. Just that little bit of pain is delicious to her. She reaches down and grabs his cock and stands it up then rises on her knees to position herself over him so he can enter her. She leaves the head of his cock just at her entrance and waits teasing him and herself, while he pinches and squeezes her luscious globes of flesh. When she can no longer stand it, she sits down on him hard and fast. She moans shamelessly as he fills her tight pussy. “Fuck” tumbles from his lips as her tightness surrounds him too. With her head thrown back, she rides him hard. Her hands on his thighs gives her leverage to ride up and down his magnificent cock.

He watches himself disappear inside her pussy over and over. Grabbing her hips, he pulls her up so she lays on top of him. He needs to see her beautiful blue eyes. He wraps his arms around her and bends his knees, they are forehead to forehead now and eye to eye. He begins thrust inside her and smack her ass. She moans in delight. Her pussy soaks his cock and that makes him more excited. He reaches down and runs his finger over that forbidden dark hole.

“Fuck, yes,” she whispers against his lips as she looks in his eyes. She needs to be filled, taken, owned, loved, cherished. She wants someone to just love her and hold her again. Tears spring from her eyes and fall over him.

“Are you okay?” He asks with genuine concern in his voice.

“I’m more than okay,” She tries to smile. She really likes this man and she is going to give this a shot but she knows she still loves her captain. She can’t deny it in her heart or her head any longer. Maybe it took this to start to get over him, she doesn’t know. All she knows is that this man has made a connection with her.

He kisses her lips gently and she returns the kiss. The kisses become more passionate and the thrusts start to get harder and faster. His hand moves again down to her ass to probe that forbidden hole and she moans her approval. His finger enters gently and she kisses his lips to urge him on. He pushes his large finger deeper and pulls towards their heads. She moans at the pain and he thrusts his hard cock faster. He can feel her quiver around him. Her pussy is getting wetter and she is squirting cum and cumming, screaming in pleasure. He empties inside her pussy shouting out that it’s his now. On the final stroke he smacks her ass hard leaving a red hand print on her left cheek.

She collapses on his chest in exhaustion. He rolls to the side still holding her tight. They fall asleep with sated smiles and dreams of a future. Sometime in the middle of the night, he wakes, dresses quickly and leaves. Before he does, he scribbles out a note

I am so sorry to do this. I cannot stay with you all night. There is so much
I have not told you that I must. Please know that I have really grown to
care for you so very much. Please give me a chance to explain. I will
be back in town in a few days. I will explain everything then I promise.
Until then, you will be on my mind and in my heart my love.

She wakes to find the note on his pillow. Reading it with his cum still inside her she hangs her head and cries. She already knows what his secret is or thinks she does. He is married. She had a feeling. She asked and he dodged the question. Her friend assured her that he wasn’t. She will spend the next few days deciding whether she will allow him to explain what is going on. She feels so stupid right now. Jumping out of bed, she runs to the shower and turns it to the hottest setting she can stand. After it’s warm, she steps in and lets the water cascade over her body washing away what she thought could have been a good thing for them both. How could she be so stupid?? Why is she such a magnet for married men?? Hanging her head in shame she cries.

Washing her hair and her body she contemplates what she could change about herself. She doesn’t consider herself ugly although she could stand to lose some weight. So far, most men have enjoyed her figure. She receives a lot of compliments but she does try to watch what she eats.

Her usual routine starts and she dries her hair straight and considers makeup. She has to work for the next several days then she has a party the next weekend at the lake. The week passes slowly and she remains upset at how things are and with herself. She talks to her friends hosting the party and tries to get out of coming but they won’t let her out of it.

The day of the party comes, she packs her beach bag with the essentials and a change of clothes. She decides on waterproof eyeliner and mascara, picks out her favorite skirtini, slides into her sandals, grabs her towels and heads to the lake to meet her friends and their families.

Today is a birthday party for one of the kids and she was told it will be a huge affair. Swimming, boating, fishing, picnicking, volley ball, sun bathing, küçükçekmece escort and lots of talking and a bon fire for roasting marshmallows and s’mores later when it gets dark. She rechecks her sunscreen supply making sure there is enough. The goal today is to get a better tan, enjoy the company of friends, and not think about the Counselor or the Captain for that matter.

She arrives at the lake and her friends are gathered there already. They see her and everyone starts talking and asking how her date with the Counselor went. She begins to tell what happened but is interrupted when the host tells everyone that to get to the beach area they want to go to everyone must get on one of the three boats available. She hangs back, she doesn’t care which boat she rides on, she knows the families want to ride together so she waits until everyone else is on to see where there’s room for her-if there is any. She’s used to being left behind really. Everyone piles onto the boats and they take off immediately as they fill up.

The last boat available is empty luckily and as she makes her way towards it then she realizes who is driving the boat. She quickly turns and walks back towards her car to leave and feels a hand around her arm turning her around. She is pulled into a hard chest and arms encircle her. A familiar scent reaches her nose and she breathes it in deep. She doesn’t dare hold him back, not in such a public setting like this. She can’t.

“Please baby, put your arms around me and hold me too, I need to feel you just as much as you need to feel me,” he pleads, his voice desperate. He holds her tighter, his fingers digging into her skin from where he’s gripping her. She slowly moves her arms and encircles his waist. Flashbacks of old times roll through her mind and she hugs him closer. She begins to cry hard. “Shhh, I have you baby girl, I have you. I have missed you so much. I have thought about you every day, every minute of every day. I couldn’t get you out of my head, I tried,” he whispers into her hair. “I close my eyes and I see your face, I hear your voice, I long for your kisses,” he pulls back to look her in the eyes. “I need you in my life, I needed to tell you face to face. I tried to set up meetings and you avoided me. I sent messages and you didn’t respond to some of them. I began to think that the letter I saw, the one you wrote to me was not true,” he searches her eyes for answers.

“I saw the messages, I avoided them because I thought you had chosen your wife and I was giving you the room to work things out with her. I didn’t want to be the reason you left her. I didn’t want you to regret anything,” she tells him as tears fall down her cheeks. “The truth is that I still mean that letter, I tried moving on but I can’t. I find that I think only of you,” she hangs her head, shame written all over her face.

“My wife showed me that letter after a series of arguments over several days. Things had been going good for a while I thought but then I found out that she had been meeting that man I had suspected all along. In fact, they had been meeting a lot like we were long before we were, years in fact. I finally got her to admit that. I was devastated at first. I felt betrayed but then, in reality, I did the same thing to her. We have parted ways. The divorce is just a few months from being final. I left her the house and everything in it. I moved across town because I wanted some distance but I wanted to be close to my daughter too. The truth is that I really wanted to move close to you because I know I want to be with you. I know this seems sudden and impossible but I want to try to make a go of this,” he smiles and runs his hand over her cheek, leans in and kisses her lips lightly like he used to do. That electricity that always flowed between them was still there and she leans into him to deepen the kiss. He pulls her tighter against him and his hand moves down over her ass and grinds her against his now hard cock. She moans into his lips and they kiss passionately there on the boat dock for everyone to see.

Suddenly remembering her surroundings, she steps back from his grasp to catch her breath. “Wait, I need you to give me just a minute to let everything you just said sink in,” she says breathlessly. Her thoughts are running faster than she can process and she needs to think. There is a lot going on in her life and she wasn’t exactly expecting this to happen. Her mind flashes back to that night and to the Counselor. She hasn’t figured out what to do with him yet but she knows she is very angry with him. He lied to her. She feels used and betrayed but she wants to talk to him to get the story and see what is really going on before she jumps to conclusions. “There are things you don’t know. I had been seeing someone. We slept together about a week ago for the first time but he was gone and left me some vague note that morning on my pillow. I will be honest with you and say that I have taken in what you said and it’s surreal. I have waited for so long to hear those words from you. At the same time, I want you to be sure that this is what you want. I kept my distance from you trying to give you the space you needed to work things out with your wife. Not only for your sake but for the sake of your child. It killed me knowing that you went home to her and she had the best parts of you, she had the every day parts of you, the parts I wanted so bad,” the tears start to fall down her cheeks as she looks at him in the eyes so he sees the truth in hers.

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“Do you want to get into bondage and discipline or are you just going to talk about it? Are you going to submit to me and become my sex slave or not?” Jack asks Veronica Rose. They are talking on the phone together.

She does not answer him. She did not respond to his demand that she submit to him because she is a little apprehensive — afraid might be a better word — of entering a world that she has never before entered.

She wants him to dominate her, to abuse her sexually and to sexually humiliate her. She wants him to sexually torture her and spank her naked ass, her thighs, her pussy, her stomach, her tits. But she does not know if she is quite ready for it yet.

She has been discussing BDSM sex with Jack for a little over three weeks now, ever since he told her about the threesome who had a sex party in the limousine as he drove them from the airport.

She and Jack discussed several aspects of bondage and discipline, domination and subjugation and sadism and masochism, safe words, different types of role play scenes, spanking each other and other forms of sexual torture. But most importantly what role each would play in their scenes and how the scenes would pan out.

Just before she hung up she told him that she would think about it and talk to him later about it. Talk is one thing, while actually submitting to him, to sadism and masochism, is something entirely different.

Now, three hours later, Veronica slowly climbs the hot, dark stairwell to her lover’s apartment. His efficiency apartment is above the office of the limousine service company he works for. The light at the top of the enclosed stairway is burned out. It’s been over two months, she wonders if Jack is ever going to put a new bulb in the socket.

She knows too that he is even now waiting for her answer to the question he put to her earlier this afternoon, when they were discussing bondage and discipline sex on the phone. She knows that her Spanish lover wants her to totally submit to him — so that that he may serve to her. But she is anxious over what she is about to do.

She raises her hand to knock but hesitates and lowers her hand. Her throat is dry. She thinks again about the step she is about to take into the world of bondage and discipline. She is uncertain because both she and Jack are new to B and D sex.

She takes a deep breath and resigns herself. She made her decision 45 minutes ago, why vacillate now? She knocks on Jack’s door, knowing that she will begin her sexual slavery to him immediately upon his opening the door.

After what seems an eternity he opens it. He is naked. His enormous circumcised dick sticks out like a monolithic obelisk rising out of the dark forest of his pubic hair.

“May . . . may I come in?” she asks softly.

“Why?” he questions her scornfully.

She kneels on the floor before him, bows her head and puts her hands behind her back in submission. She can see his erect cock, her prison tower, pointing directly at her. She accepts the fact that she is a hostage to her own passions.

“I want to be your sex slave . . . I . . . I want you to use me for your own sexual pleasure.”

“You sound hesitant. Are you sure? Do you know what you are saying?”

“Yes, I know what . . .”

“Address me as Master,” he interrupts her.

“Yes Master, I know what I’m doing. I want to prove my love for you by giving myself to you, by giving you my whole naked body for you to use or abuse as you please.”

“Yes but what does that mean?” his comment is cold.

“It means that I must submit to you completely, that I exist only for your pleasure and your sexual gratification Master.”

“Anything else?” He continues.

“It means, Master, that you can fuck me anytime you want to and that I have to suck your dick anytime you want me to. It means that you can spank my naked ass if I displease you in any way or even if it just pleases you to do so Master.”

“Stand up but keep your head and eyes cast down.”

“Yes Master.” As she rises she keeps her eyes glued on his erect manhood. She longs to take him into her eager mouth, to suck his juices down into her parched throat and quench her thirst for the intoxicating wine that gushes forth from his cock. She is a slave to her own desires.

He notices that she has dressed especially for the occasion, putting on a special outfit that she purchased recently for his sexual pleasure. But in order to increase her humiliation and his domination of her, he orders her, “Take off your clothes and throw them into the corner there. You are not allowed into my chamber unless you are completely naked. They are nothing but rags anyway.”

Veronica pulls a V-cut red knit blouse up over her head, revealing a red strapless lace bra with a black velvet border. The outline of her dark nipples can just barely be seen. She tosses the blouse into the corner and then unbuttons a black mini skirt. Letting it fall to the floor, she steps out of it and kicks it to the side with her foot. She pauses for a moment so that her Master can see what she has ardahan escort put on just for his enjoyment.

Her red bikini panties are trimmed in black velvet, matching her brazier. She has on thigh length black fishnet stockings that are held up by a red garter belt that is also trimmed in black velvet. She is wearing calf length red leather high heeled boots. They are trimmed at the top in black velvet with black laces.

She reaches behind herself and unhooks the bra, letting it fall off her small but supple breasts and onto the floor. She takes in a deep breath, filling her lungs and expanding her chest. Her nipples are dark brown; her erect teats stick out like two ripened flower buds, longing to be suckled. Her long black hair is draped over her left shoulder, partially covering her breast. She bends over at the waist and unsnaps the stockings from the garter belt.

She looks at his hard prick only a few centimeters from her face. She thinks of the sex they had just two days ago when he asked her if she would like to fulfill one of her fantasies. Then he gave her wicked smile.

“What do you mean,” she answered.

“Well haven’t you always wanted to fuck in the back of one of my company’s limos?”

“We can’t do that Jack. Where would we park? I can just see us now. Right in the middle of our love making a cop knocks on the window. Then we’d both end up in jail and you would lose your job.”

“I don’t know why I never thought of it before. All we have to do is use one of the limousines parked in the yard at work. There’s no danger of Larry catching us because he’s is going out of town this evening. Besides he trusts me. Don’t I live above the company office?”

“Oh Jack do you think we could? I would love to make love with you in the back of a limousine but I don’t want you to get into any trouble with your boss. I don’t want you to lose your job.”

“It’s alright I tell you. No one will catch us. Larry and I are the only ones with keys to the yard and he’ll be out of town.”

They bought a fifth of wine and had themselves a little party. Veronica dripped wine onto her on the hair of her pubic mound, on her nipples and various other erotic spots of her voluptuous body. Jack seductively licked each drop off. Then Jack poured some wine on his dick, his balls and his nipples and Veronica sensuously licked it off. By the time they got ready to fuck they were both quite hot.

She was the Valley of Mexico, he an Aztec warrior. She was a hot tortilla, he a red chili pepper. She was a luscious taco, he a hot tamale. Her cunt was a cauldron of torrid juices; his cock stirred the nectar of her pussy.

She was a bitch in heat, he a hound in pursuit of her scent. She was a timid quail, he a bird dog after her tail. They fucked each other senseless. He fucked her until she couldn’t take another orgasm. She drained him of all his jism.

Next he had her suck his dick until her jaw ached. Then he licked and sucked her clitoris until she begged him to stop.

Totally depleted, they lay in each other’s arms. Her vagina overflowed with his cum; his balls were depleted. Both enjoyed their orgasms to the fullest, engulfed with bliss.

That was two days ago. She wonders what heights her lover is going to take her to tonight. She licks her lips and slides her bikini panties down her smooth legs. She steps out of them and stands up, exposing the dark hair of her Venus mound to his loving gaze. She throws the panties into the corner on top of the blouse.

Standing there, she keeps her eyes fixed on his sex. She hooks her thumbs in the garter belt and begins to slide it down her lovely legs.

“No,” he commands her. “I like the stocking and garter belt. You may leave those on.”

As she snaps the stockings back onto the garter belt Veronica smiles inwardly. It makes her happy to know that her Lover and Master is pleased with what she is wearing.

“Once you enter here you are mine. I own you and I will do with your naked body as I please. This is your first rule; one which you must never forget. Do you agree to this slave?”

“Yes Master.”

She is not revolted at being referred to as slave. In fact, now that she has finally made the decision, she is thrilled to be his sex slave. It is something that she has been thinking about becoming for quite some time now. She keeps her head bowed down and her eyes focused on his prick, balls and thick black pubic hair.

He takes a step back and turns to the side. “Then you may enter.”

“Thank you, Master.”

As she walks past him the back of her hand brushes against his erect sex. She can feel a drop of pre-cum where it has touched her. It takes all of her will power just to keep from grabbing his blood gorged member and ramming it into her . . . no, into his pussy. It belongs to him now; she belongs to him. He owns her, every part of her. She no longer has any say so over her naked body. He can do with her as he desires.

This does not repulse her. Indeed, it fills her with joy. adıyaman escort It is her desire to fulfill his desire. The mere thought of satisfying him sexually causes her channel to become wet and extraordinarily hot, sending waves of delirium throughout her body.

She hastily licks the syrupy pre-cum from her hand.

He quickly gathers her discarded clothing before closing the door. “Go to the center of the room, remove your boots and kneel on the oval rope rug,” he orders her. “Keep your hands behind your back and don’t look up.”

“Yes Master.” After taking off her boots, she obediently goes to her knees but cries out, “Ouch! Oh Jack, I knelt on something.” She sits on the floor rubbing her knee. There is a small spot of blood on her knee, staining her stockings.

“What’s the matter,” he asks her as he puts her clothes on the bed of his one room apartment. The role play has suddenly stopped.

“I’m bleeding. I must have knelt on a piece of glass or something.”

“I’m sorry Babe. That must be from the glass I dropped and broke last night. I thought I got all the broken pieces picked up.”

“Well you missed a piece.”

“Let me get you a bandage for it.”

“No it’s alright. Just help me find the piece of glass so that I can continue to be your sex slave. Here it is.” She picks up a small sliver of glass from the rug and hands it to Jack.

He looks at it and then at her. He gives her a wicked smile and licks the blood off her knee. “I’m a sex vampire and I’m going to suck all your blood out through your pussy.”

“Let’s just continue where we left off Jack,” she smiles at him. “We can play sex vampire and victim some other time. I really do want to become your sex slave anyway.”

“OK slave get back on your knees,” he orders her.

“Yes Master,” she demurely answers him. Her heart suddenly fills with ache for the love she has for him.

He throws the piece of glass away and then begins to pace in front of her. She can see his stiff penis as he paces back and forth in front of her. It puts her back into the mood to continue.

She yearns to take him into her parched mouth. She needs to satisfy the cravings of her thirsty cunt with his magnificent manhood. But she knows that she must await his pleasure.

“I will now go over the rules of your sexual slavery to me,” he says as he stops pacing and stands in front of her.

He takes a small step forward, wraps his thumb and first two fingers around the base of his dick and touches her left cheek with it, taunting her. He squeezes a drop of pre-cum onto her cheek. She starts to open her mouth to take him into her dry orifice but he pulls away from her, further desiccating her.

She looks at his cock and breathes deeply through her nostrils. She can smell him. She closes her eyes and exhales slowly. He wipes the cum off her cheek and lets her lick it from his finger. Her passions overcome her and a low moan escapes her lips. She is in complete ecstasy and he hasn’t even begun to do anything to her.

“From this moment on I own you. I own your whole body. You can do nothing without my permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master.”

“You belong to me; you are my property. You must obey my every command. If you break the rules, if you disobey me, you will be severely punished. You are my slave and as such I will discipline you for breaking the rules or for any reason I choose to do so. Further, you are to endure any punishment I administer to you in silence. Do you understand slave?”

“Yes Master.”

“Finally, you must always address me as Master or Sir unless otherwise directed by me. Anything you say to me, every time you speak to me, you must address me as Master or Sir. Do you understand whore?”

“Yes Master.”

Instead of being insulted at being called a whore; she is elated. She is proud to serve her Master. It is the only thing she wants to do. During idle moments it is the only thing she thinks about. Even when they first met she envisioned completely surrendering herself to him.

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It was the most amazing of coincidences. It was a Saturday afternoon and Veronica Rose was home, searching frantically for her spare house key. It was on a key chain to which her extra identification was attached.

She was going to visit her sister Victoria Alisa that evening for dinner with her and her sister’s husband Vincent. She was going to use the spare house key and her valet car key to get there and back instead of being bothered with carrying a large purse. She knew she had it for the wedding of her friend Yvette Yolanda couple of weeks earlier but she had not seen it since.

She didn’t use it often, only when she was going somewhere where she would not need her purse. As the maid of honor that was one time she did not want to carry a purse. So she slipped it into her brazier and went to the wedding and reception.

She questions whether or not she left it at SAMS Spa when she went there karabük escort the other day to relax in the sauna. “No,” she answers herself, “I went there after work and used my regular set of keys.”

Suddenly her grandmother called her on the phone and told her that there was a young man there to see her. Her grandmother wanted to know if she should send him around the back of the house to her apartment or would she rather come up front and see him.

Veronica did not want some strange man looking in her apartment so she told her grandmother that she would be up momentarily. Besides, in her search for her lost identification and key her apartment was a wreck.

As she walked up the long driveway she noticed a black limousine parked in front of her grandmother’s house. Her first thought was that Vickie had sent it but that was ludicrous. It was only dinner. Besides, Vickie and Vincent couldn’t afford to go in for such extravagance, especially with Vincent out of work . . . again. So it was with perked curiosity that she entered her grandmother’s house.

He was Hispanic and taller than her by about five or six centimeters. He had thick black hair and soft green eyes; they matched Veronica’s. He introduced himself only as Jack and said that he was a driver for Larry’s Limousine Service Company; the same company that provided limousine service for Yvette’s wedding.

He said that he was cleaning out one of the limos that morning and found her identification and house key wedged between a seat and an armrest. He thought she might like to have it back.

She got so excited and screamed so loud that both he and her grandmother thought that she was going to have a heart attack. She told him that she hadn’t noticed it missing until that morning and that she had been looking for it all day.

She couldn’t thank him enough. She was so worried that someone would find it and then come and steal everything in her apartment.

She offered him five dollars as a reward but he declined. He told her that just seeing her all excited the way she was, was reward enough. He thanked her and quickly left.

After he left, her grandmother said that all of her screaming must have scared him off. Her grandmother thought that he was a handsome young Spanish man; someone she believed her granddaughter ought to get to know instead of acting like some kind of fool and scaring him off with all her screaming.

Veronica did not answer her grandmother but the following Monday she went to his company’s office and told his boss about the honest employee he had; a driver who introduced himself only as Jack. The tall man with a full beard and mustache picked up a phone and told the person on the other end that there was someone to see him in his office.

Jack was surprised to see Veronica and he teasingly covered his ears with his hands to mock her. She playfully slapped his elbow and complained that she hadn’t screamed that loud; it was just that she was so overjoyed to have gotten her identification and key back. He smiled at her and then made a wisecrack about his ears ringing all weekend.

It was the way he said it with a silly grin on his face. At that point she was hooked; she knew then and there that there was something about this cute young man that she liked.

She had only intended to tell his boss what a great employee he had and let the compliment to his boss be his reward. But she saw a sparkle in his eyes when he smiled at her. Without thinking, she asked him out to dinner at her treat.

With his boss standing next to them he could not refuse her. She told him that she would be back at seven o’clock that evening to pick him up; she knew of a nice seafood restaurant she wanted to take him to.

Then as she was walking out of the office she stopped at the door and looked over her shoulder at him. She gave him a shy, seductive smile. Then she timidly bit her lower lip, cast her eyes down, turned and walked out.

She was hooked in Jack’s limousine company office. At dinner that evening and later as they strolled along the beach at the lake, he landed her. Veronica experienced several firsts that evening and by doing so she also broke several of the rules she made for herself in her senior year of high school when dating someone for the first time.

The first of her rules that she broke was that she had sex on the first date. That’s something that she hadn’t even done when she lost her virginity and since promised herself she would never do.

But worst than that, she let this total stranger fuck her without using a condom. Something else she had never done. True she was on the pill but that didn’t protect her against sexually transmitted diseases. She just took him at his word when he told her that he did not have any STDs.

But there was something about him that caused her to trust him. She got the impression that he wouldn’t lie to her, that he respected her body. She felt at ease with him, that she didn’t have to worry about him putting his hands all over her or lying to her — as many of her other dates had done.

The whole evening he seemed more interested in her comfort, in making sure she was enjoying herself. He asked her about her life, her likes and dislikes, her hopes and dreams. He seemed more interested in finding out about her than in bragging about his accomplishments. His caring about her is what caused her to break her final rule.

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Night was draped over London like a sheet over a naked body. The warmth of the day gone by still lingered and made for uncomfortable sleeping. Not that it mattered to Jack Brodie. He never slept anyway. Besides, the heat made his midnight walk very pleasant indeed.

Stealing quietly out of his Mayfair flat, he kept a close eye out for deranged autograph hunters and paparazzi. Jack was the star of the remake of Death Wish and since its release, he hadn’t had a moment’s rest. Day by day, he struggled against the relentless tirade of ringing telephones and couldn’t go outside by day for fear of the rabble. In a way, Jack was the victim of his own success.

This was what the midnight walks were about. By night, paparazzo was in bed and Jack was free to leave his apartment. Trudging past a still open off license, he looked at his tired, bespectacled reflection in the glass of the shop front and sighed. Jack was a popular and respected actor before Death Wish had come along, but that had catapulted him to superstardom. Offers for big parts started rolling in. Agents in LA called him at all hours of the day and night, often forgetting about the nine hour time difference. It got to the stage where he couldn’t sleep undisturbed. He was a prisoner in his own apartment.

At night, Jack roamed the city taking in and relishing the dark alleys, quiet streets and deserted squares of his home city. He’d do some shopping in the late opening shops and then go home around three in the morning before maybe catching an hour or two of sleep. Then again, maybe not.

Tonight though was different. Since before Death Wish, Jack hadn’t had a woman in his life. Being a recluse made it difficult to go out and socialise. It was tonight that he decided to go out and seek the some company. He would pay if he had to. Where better to go than old Soho?

Again, looking at his reflection in the windows of the rows of parked Vauxhalls and BMWs he thought about how old he looked. He was only twenty six, but it was his chiselled jaw and wisp of short black hair, covering part of his forehead that made him such an attractive star. In addition to being an immensely talented actor, Brodie was known throughout the world for his masculine good looks. Cynics said it was those looks alone rather than talent that made him a star.

Lovers held hands across a table in one of the fashionable late opening cafés. Jack smiled sadly as he glanced in the window, the couple oblivious to his presence. They were both entranced by each other and Jack wondered if he would ever feel the love that they felt for each other. Bouncers stood like sentinels at nightclub doors. Outside one club, Jack looked on in disgust as a young woman vomited on the pavement while pounding dance music emanated from inside where the coke addled partygoers danced the night away. He wished he could be normal like all those other people enjoying themselves. As much as he wanted to, Jack couldn’t go in and he kept walking.

As the music was going out of earshot and the streets began to darken, Jack spied two ladies standing on a street corner. They spotted him too. He looked around for an occupied car nearby. There wasn’t one. These girls weren’t undercover cops. They were the real deal. If they were cops, there’d be an unmarked police car nearby with a plainclothes male officer inside ready to pounce on the unsuspecting customer. In fact, Jack had played a vice cop in one of his pictures so he knew the tricks of the trade.

As he approached the üsküdar escort girls, he took them both in- one was blonde, the other, a smouldering brunette. Both wore typical hooker gear- tiny tank tops, short skirts and fishnet clad legs. Two things were unusual though; the blonde wore a collar attached to a leash held by the brunette. A bullwhip hung from the belt around the brunette’s waist. They both looked relaxed.

“All right sunshine?” called the brunette, “You’re looking lonely; like you could do with some company.” Jack didn’t speak until he was up close to them. The diamonds in both their navels glinted under the light of a streetlamp.

“As a matter of fact, I am. How would you ladies like to show me a good time?”

“We’d love to. Hey, do I know you from somewhere?” Jack smiled.

“I’d doubt it.” The blonde sidled up to him and reaching up to his face, she removed his thick, black framed glasses and looked into his steely blue eyes. She turned to the brunette. Jack noticed the large crucifix tattoo on her back. He wondered what it meant to her. Was she religious? Had she once been? Why did she chose this life? Did she choose it or was it forced upon her?

“This is Jack Brodie. I’d know those eyes anywhere.” she told the brunette.

“The actor?”

“That’s me. Now seeing as you both know my name, how about telling me yours?” The brunette spoke.

“I’m Cindy and this is Lola. She’s my bitch.”

“Is that so? Well Cindy, well Lola, I want you to show me the night of my life.”

“For you, anything. It’d be our pleasure. Lola, blindfold!” Lola produced a strip of cloth from her handbag and tied it around Jack’s eyes. For the next while, everything would be black.

“What? What are you doing?”

“Trust us honey, we’re professionals.” Jack felt his arms being pulled behind his back and heard the unmistakeable click of handcuffs.

“Okay, we’ve got a little walk to get to the place we use when we want a little privacy. I’m sure you don’t want this all over the front page of The Sun now, do you?”

They walked a short distance. Blindfolded, Jack’s only guide was the pair of hands on his shoulders. In a matter of minutes, Jack felt himself being guided out of the night air and into some kind of indoor setting. But he had no idea where it was.

He was guided through a building and into a room. One of the hookers removed his handcuffs. They began to take off his clothes and pretty soon, he felt their hands rubbing all over his body. Cindy guided him backwards so that he lay on a table and he fervently wondered what these minxes were about to do next. Jack never thought that he could have been in any danger. After all, wasn’t he the man that took down New York’s underworld single-handedly? That had only been in a film, but what was the worst that could happen he thought as he felt leather straps tightening around his ankles. He reckoned it was going to be a pretty kinky night.

Suddenly, he heard a creaking noise and felt his legs being jerked upwards until his back was lifted from the table and only his head remained on its mahogany surface. Soon, he was completely free of the table and suspended upside-down in mid air by the ankles. It was only then did he hear the ladies speak again.

“Is he too high for you Lola?”

“What do you think?”

“Yeah, I’ll let him down a bit.” At this point, Jack was curious.

“Hey, eh, you mind telling me what’s going gaziemir escort on?”

“Sure. We’ve lured you into an elaborate trap and now you’re our prisoner.”

“Oh, well that sounds lovely, but what happened to Lola being your bitch?”

“I told you, it was an elaborate trap.”

“Well why me? Is it because I’m famous?”

“Don’t flatter yourself sunshine. You were just the first trick to come along. Besides, I fucking hate your films. All bullshit remakes. There’s only one Paul Kersey and that isn’t you.”

“So, you’re a Bronson fan?”

“You might say that.” For the first time since the pickup, Lola spoke.

“I like your films.”

“Really? You must be the one with taste. Say, you want my autograph?”

“I’d love it.”

“I’ll give it to you if you let me down.” Lola’s hands cradled his upside-down face.

“Sorry baby, that’s not going to happen for a little while.” Jack felt himself being suddenly dropped. He didn’t hit the floor and still dangled in mid air.

“Ok, he low enough for you now?”

“Uh huh.”

“Ok then, shall we begin?” asked Cindy.

“Wait, I just have to take my clothes off.”

“Oh for fuck sake. You should’ve been doing that when I was tying him up.”

“Yeah well, I was busy watching you, wasn’t I?” Jack heard the rustling of clothes as his arms were pulled behind his back again and cuffed.

“Ok, you ready now Lola?”

“I’m ready.”

“All right ramblers, lets get rambling!”

“Pulp Fiction.” said Jack.

“Very good! So you have seen some good films.” Lola stood, legs apart and manoeuvred Jack’s head so that he was face up in her pussy.

“I’m Lola by the way. You probably know how to do this. Just do like you did to Candy Keats in Shagged.”

“Oh, so you’ve seen my early work too? I can’t say I’m too proud of that.”

“I have your head in position in case you didn’t know, so just do the business with your tongue.”

“Ah! I was thinking this smelt familiar. So, if I’m being a very cunning linguist with you, what’s Sadie doing?” Jack tensed as Cindy cracked her whip across his back.

“It’s Cindy, you dumb fuck!” She swung the whip again.

“Ah, Christ! All right, all right it’s Cindy. But don’t you think you’re overreacting just a little?”

“I was going to do this anyway, but you gave me the perfect excuse.”

“All right, but what was the second one for?”

“That was for much of your early porno work. Actually, that was just for Shagged.”

“So we still have Fucked, Boned, Bonked and Ridden to go?”

“Uh huh.”

“I knew I was in for a wild night.”

“Hey, less talk more tongue.” said Lola.

“I can’t tell you how sorry I am.” The whip cracked again.

“Owww! Was that for Fucked?”

“No, that was for being a cheeky bastard. Now shut up and let you tongue do the talking.” Jack thrust his tongue upwards. He gently caressed Lola’s moistening pussy, swirling and probing with his tongue- very much an instrument of sexual satisfaction. All the while his back was being lashed. For each crack of the whip, Cindy called out the name of one of Jack’s films.

Jack started to feel his nose getting wet. Lola’s breathing began to quicken.

“Hey, am I doing good?” Lola grabbed his hair in her hand and pulled it.

“DON’T TALK!” Jack rolled his tongue around her rock hard clit and massaged it. Cindy drew pleasure from every stroke of the whip. sancaktepe escort He put up with it and soon forgot his pain.

Moaning, she clenched his hair in her hand and screamed in joy, juices dripping down Jack’s cheeks.

“Keep going!” He felt Lola’s body quiver, her thighs brushing against his ears and cheeks. Lola came twice. After the second time, she let Jack go and he swung from his ankles. With one last swing of the whip, Cindy stopped too.

“You finished Lola?”

“Uh huh.”

“Ok, well you get dressed and I’ll let this guy go.” Cindy cranked the lever and raised Jack to table height again. She unlocked the handcuffs and manhandled him into position before lowering him onto the table. When his blindfold was removed, Jack blinked and held his hand to his eyes with the light.

For the first time, he saw the room- a dimly lit but vaguely sumptuous lounge with armchairs surrounding the table and beams on the ceiling. From the beams dangled a rope attached to a pulley on the wall. They hadn’t unstrapped Jack’s ankles. Lola appeared at the foot of the table, now dressed and smiling, with Jack’s wallet in her hand.

“Where did you get that?”

“It was in your pocket. Let’s see what’s inside.” Lola opened the wallet and took out a wad of cash.

“So, how much was tonight worth to you? Fifty, a hundred, two hundred?”

“Nothing yet, it seems you should be paying me for the best eat out you’ve ever had.”

“Yeah, it was pretty good. Ok, tell you what…” Lola vaulted onto the table and sat, legs astride Jack, facing him. “What to do, what to do. I know!” Lola grabbed his semi hard cock in her hand and started jerking him off. All Jack had to do was watch her. He felt a rumbling in the pit of his stomach and he knew he was about to shoot. Lola’s hand worked quicker and quicker and soon his face was grimacing in joy. And then she stopped.

“DON’T STOP!” cried Jack. But it was too late. He had gone past the point of no return. Cum dribbled into the air and Jack moaned, but only with disappointment at his ruined and utterly unsatisfactory orgasm.

Lola swung off him.

“That was well worth this three hundred quid I’m sure.”

“What? No!”

“Too bad. But don’t worry, we do have another surprise for you. Cindy, untie him will you?” Cindy unbuckled his ankles and handed him his clothes.

“Put these on.”

“Can’t I clean myself up?”

“Er, no.” Jack hastily put on his clothes, expectant about what might be in store for him. He stood up but his arms were pulled behind his back and cuffed again.

“Jack Brodie, I’m arresting you on the charge of soliciting a prostitute. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention, when questioned, something that you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence. Do you understand?”

“What? You’re joking right?”

“No, we’re both PC’s. Vice cops Jack. You should have seen it coming. You’re fucking nicked sunshine.”

“But I was blindfolded. Where was the officer waiting nearby?”

“That was me.” said Lola, “But I decided that this was more fun than sitting in the car listening to the scanner.”

“Can I see some ID?”

“Sure.” Cindy produced her badge and showed it to him. To his surprise, that was her real name.

“What about the whipping and the eating out?”

“We were just having a little bit of fun with you.”

“I want to make an official complaint.”

“Let me make this clear. I know people in the nick. If you ever mention this again, I’ll make sure you get so much cum pumped up your arse, you’ll be crying jizz. Right, hop it.” Cindy and Lola guided Jack out through the door into an alleyway. A grey Vauxhall was parked there. Lola bundled Jack in. Cindy drove away.

He never found out if Lola was her real name.

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All good story tellers know the importance of setting, and while I can easily debate whether I am good at my part time craft, I too know the importance setting has. So, if it pleases you, imagine if you will…

A room decorated in medieval fashion, heavy decorative tapestries hang from the walls. The ambience is kept deceptively calm by aromatic candles being the only source of light. Dozens of them line the walls resting on built in shelves. The furnishings are simple yet not understated in any way. A large overstuffed chair arranged in such a way as to have an unobstructed view of the bed. Oh, and the bed, a true work of art. It is huge, far larger than even a California King, a size that was popular in the 1980’s. The four solid oak posters engraved in great detail with vines of ivy and oak leaves. However, not in keeping with the style, the heavy ornate bed drapes have been removed for better visibility. From each of the four posters a heavy silken cord of ample length has been attached. The last of the furnishings is a large oak table again ornately carved and decorated to match the posters on the bed.

Now, of course, there can be no story without characters. Those people who further the plot or lack thereof. For without characters even the most beautiful of settings will just sit there, and so onto the characters of my humble tale…

First the antagonist, a woman of tender years yet gentle all the same. Blue of eye, rounded in body. By nature even tempered though easily roused to more passionate responses, whether amorous or of a more negative nature depending entirely on the moment. She will be called simply L for this tale.

Now for my protagonist. That unfortunate creature forced to deal with the whimsical nature of L. Long of limb and hair, her eyes the color of clearest emerald green were set in a countenance of refined features.. Now her nature was different than L’s, a strong dominant soul motivated her fiery life and actions. Mercurial and temperamental described her well. She will be call G here.

And for my final character His importance in this tale is that of on looker, no more no less.

So now if it pleases you, on to my tale of wrongs righted and amends made.

L entered the room, immediately looking for and finding her Master seated in his chair. She knelt before him and asked “You called for me Sir?”

Yes, My pet, I have a gift for you.” he indicated the third person in the room.

“I don’t understand Sir.” L said.

The answer, when it came from the third person in the room. “I am here to serve your pleasure, to do with as you please.” G said.

“Sir?” L asked looking from one to the other.

“It is as she says my pet.” the Master said. The unholy gleam that sparked in L’s eyes prompted him to speak again. “I caution you to temperance and to remember the responsibilities of Dominance. You were trained with a gentle hand, remember that.”

“Understood Sir.” His words had only slightly lessened the fire he saw in her normally peaceful blue eyes.

“I am here primarily for guidance as it becomes necessary.” kastamonu escort His words left a warning in the air, it had better not become necessary.

“Understood Sir.” L said again acknowledging his advice, spoken and otherwise.

“Good, now enjoy your gift my pet.” He sent her off with a gentle kiss and settled back to watch his pet in action.

L walked over to G. Uncertainty filled every line of G’s body as she stood there, naked and awaiting L’s instructions.

L’s movements were confident and sure. She came to a stop and looked the woman over from head to toe. “So, to serve my pleasure?” L asked her.

“Yes.” the answer came with lowered eyes.

“To do with as I see fit? Yes?” L asked.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

G looked up and watched as the hurt of betrayal and lack of confidence caused L’s eyes to sparkle with unshed tears. With a tremor in her voice G spoke. “In times long past when one person wronged another and retribution was called for, it was often meted out in the form of servitude.” Here she paused dropping gracefully to her knees. “And I have wronged you most grievously.”

Two silent tears slipped down L’s cheeks as she gazed down at her friend. Slowly the pain and hurt melted from her heart and soul. Leaving behind the warmth of friendship and caring. she could feel her Master’s eyes upon her, lending her His strength and understanding.

With a gentle hand, L tipped G’s head up and gazed into her eyes. She said only two words yet they were more than enough. “I accept.”

Relief filled G and pushed out the tension and fear. Fear that L would refuse her. All of a sudden L loved her more in that one moment. That her friend would have the courage to kneel before her, and put herself at L’s mercy, all the while knowing mercy might not be forthcoming.

L gazed at her for a moment more then instructed, “On the bed, on your back.”

G did as she was told quickly. L walked over to the table which was covered with a large piece of blue silk. She lifted the cloth, then looked in surprise at her Master. His smile told her all she needed to know. He had provided the items lying there. There were two vibrators (an 8 inch one and a 12 inch one), a set of clips, a feather, a large make-up brush with the softest bristles, a double headed dildo and finally a blind fold.

L took the clips first and walked over to the bed. “From this point on you will observe the following rules. You may cum only with my permission. Each directive will be carried out without hesitation with one exception. If anything causes you discomfort mentally or physically you will say so immediately. Is this clear to you?”

“Yes”

“Yes ma’am.” L corrected.

“Yes ma’am.” G replied.

L briefly considered having G put the clips on but decided against it. She’d had more experience with them after all and knew what purpose she needed them to serve.

With a slow caress L slid her hand up the flat plane of G’s stomach to the valley of her full breasts. Then with kayseri escort a thumb and forefinger she brought G’s nipples to full erection. The clips followed, just past the point of a firm grip but not quite painful. Watching G’s eyes to judge her reaction L pulled on the chain, satisfied to see her eyes cloud over with arousal. L took the chain attached to the last clip and trailed it down her body in a soft caress of steel. G’s clit was throbbing, begging for attention by the time L attached the last clip.

“Arch your back, arms flat to the bed” she told G’s. The length of chain was satisfactory. All three pleasure points were pulled and stretched. “Relax.”

Turning back to the table L took up the blind fold next. “Lift your head.” The black cloth was tied swiftly and securely. L paused for a moment letting G’s other senses adjust to make up for the loss of one. That was when she noticed the cords at each poster. She started with G’s left arm securing it with the silken cord then continuing around the bed securing each limb. By the time she finished G’s breath was coming fast and her pussy was dripping wet.

“How are you doing?” L asked. G moaned in answer. “This turns you on doesn’t it?”

“Yessssssssssssssssssss” was G’s throaty response.

A sharp tug on the chain. “What?”

“Yes Maam!”

“Don’t forget again.” L picked up the brush and trailed it softly over G’s cheek, down the long line of her neck to her nipples. G was visibly trembling as the bristles brushed over her throbbing nipples and then continued downward. Moans were coming with each breathe and when the brush glided over her clit she cried out.

L drug the brush over the lips of G’s pussy soaking the bristles in the juices that were there. Reaching out with her other hand she tugged and teased G’s clit watching each reaction, listening to each sound she uttered.

The command came suddenly “Cum!” L watched with hungry eyes as the other woman climaxed fiercely. The brush caught the juices of G’s orgasm. L carefully brought the brush over G’s mouth. “Open your mouth.” Thick juices dripped slowly onto G’s tongue. She lifted her head slightly, silently asking for more but L had a better idea.

Wetting the brush again in G’s juices, with slow wet strokes L carefully painted each of G’s nipples. Laying the brush aside, L grabbed the 8 inch vibrator and the double-headed dildo and then joined G on the bed.

A warm breath was the only warning G had before L’s lops closed around one turgid nipple. Sucking and nibbling L savored the taste of each nipple and wanted more. She licked and kissed and slowly nipped her way to G’s pulsing cunt and, with a flick of her tongue on G’s clit, brought her cry of pleasure in a soft gasp. Eagerly L sucked and licked, feasting on the pearly liquid. She tuned and pressed her own dripping pussy to G’s mouth. Both women fell into a frenzy of licking, nipping and tongue fucking. G held off her orgasm without reminder as L came violently into her mouth.

L slid down far enough to release kıbrıs escort G’s legs then moved to kneel between them. The blindfold came off next. L reached for the vibrato while holding G’s passion drugged gaze. “Hold perfectly still.” She slipped it into G’s still wildly throbbing pussy, lubricating it with a few swift strokes.

“Ma’am?” G’s voice came in a throaty groan.

L looked back up knowing what G wanted. “Yes?”

G was barely capable of speech. “May I cum?”

“No.” L had to smile at G’s moan of frustration having been in the same position herself. She withdrew the vibrator from G’s pussy to press it against the tight ring of her ass and waited.

“Please fuck my ass Ma’am,” G begged breathlessly. L drove it deep in one smooth stroke. With hard fast deep thrust L fucked her sweet ass. The command to cum brought a thick rush of juice, G’s screams filled the air.

L pulled the vibrator out, picking up the double-ended dildo, held it up for G to see then slipped it deep into her pussy. “You know what’s coming next?” G nodded. “Do you want it?”

“Yes Ma’am” G moaned.

L carefully fed the other end into her own pussy. She stretched out over G, nipple to nipple, clit to clit. With subtle tensing of specific muscles L caressed G’s body with her own. Holding G’s gaze L spoke, “You know that my Master’s pleasure is my pleasure. To please him is to please Me?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

L looked over her shoulder to her Master, at his look of approval and nod of encouragement she turnmed back and continued speaking. “Would you like him to fuck your ass?”

“God, yes Ma’am!!!”

Kissing G deeply L reached up and released her arms. Without breaking the kiss she rolled them over as one. G shivered as the gently hands of L’s Master stroked up her leg, over her back and around to turn her head to the side. At the sight of his hard cock so close to her lips she moaned, eagerly taking him deep into her throat. She sucked him strongly, using her tongue to caress as he thrust into her hot wet mouth.

After a few minutes of her passionate attention he drew away and moved behind her. G shuddered as he slid his cock into the tight heat of her ass, prolonging each sensation. He withdrew in the same slow way only to come slamming back. He set the rhythm fast and hard, each thrust driving the women’s clits together, causing the dildo to undulate in their pussies.

With his hands braced on either side of L’s shoulders, he looked into her eyes and knew she was very close to orgasm. He also knew that she would wait upon his command before she would cum. G however was mindless with her need to cum. “Cum My pet.” he commanded.

L shuddered and issued her own order to G, “Now! Cum!!”

The three of them came together in one massive orgasm. His moans underscored their screams of pleasure. On and on it went until they all had no more to give. He rested his head on G’s shoulder while her’s rested on L’s.

L turned her head slightly and smiled. “She passed out Sir.”

He smiled as well. “Let her sleep then. She’s earned it.” Between the two of them they removed the clips and tucked her in under the covers.

L snuggled close in her Master’s strong arms. Kissing her gently he said, “You did very well tonight my pet. I am proud of you.” In answer he heard her soft purr of satisfaction as she slipped off to sleep. He smiled, tucking her in closer and drifting off to sleep himself.

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