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The businessman arrived in time at the appointed location, an alley in the outskirts of town, dripping with nervous sweat, tightly gripping a suitcase. He had been warned by the police to not give in to the criminals’ demands, and he would’ve agreed with that… if it were anyone other than his wife. The sum in the suitcase was large enough to send his business under and make their future together completely uncertain… but at least they would *have* a future. The possibility that something might happen to her, that he might lose her… no amount of money in the world was too much if it meant preventing that.

After several agonizing minutes, in which his mind raced with the worst possible scenarios, three armed men emerged from around the corner.

“I’m alone”, he said. “I’m doing everything just like you…”

“Shut the fuck up,” one of the criminals shouted, waving a gun at his face. “You don’t get to talk.”

Another of the men walked up to the businessman, produced a cloth sack, and covered his head with it. “Remove it and both you and her die”, he said. He then pulled the suitcase from the victim’s hands; the businessman resisted at first, as he was holding the key to his beloved wife’s survival, but realized holding on to it would only hurt their chances, and let go.

They started pushing him around to make him walk, and led him through the streets in a tortuous path. After a way too long time, they finally removed his hood. They were inside a grimy warehouse, a couple other thugs standing around, and a large, muscular man whose swagger easily pinpointed him as the head of the gang. And, in the center of the room… there she was.

She was laying on an OB-GYN’s examination bed. She was gagged, her wrists were handcuffed to the bed’s legs, and her ankles were tied by rope to the leg supports. She was still clothed in the cocktail dress she had been kidnapped in, and looked distressed and somewhat bruised, probably from struggles with her captors.

“What did you do to her?!” the businessman said, taking a step forward. As soon as he did, though, two of the goons pointed their guns at him, and one other pointed a gun at the woman’s head.

“I believe my pal here already told you that you don’t get to speak,” the leader said calmly. He walked toward the woman and touched her face with a gentle caress, as she flinched away from him. “But I’ll give you this one. Only this one, though. One more word from you, and you’re both in the ground. After all, it’s not you I’m interested in talking to here. Is that clear?”

The businessman quickly nodded, a touch of confusion mixing into the fear and anger that dominated him. Wasn’t he there to negotiate her release? Who else was he going to talk to?

“Good,” the boss said. He waved to one of his underlings. “Check that suitcase, will you? Just to make sure… while I get everything ready.”

While erzurum escort one of the thugs brought the suitcase to a table and opened it for inspection, the leader walked up to a medical cabinet and took something from it. He turned around with a small vial and a hypodermic needle. “I know what you’re wondering,” he said, “and no, you’re not the one who’s negotiating her release. She is. But first… let’s get her ready.”

He walked up to the restrained woman, who started squirming in expectation of something unpleasant. He jabbed the needle into the vial and drew a dose, and then grabbed one of his captive’s arms, pinning it against the bed as she struggled. “Don’t worry… it’s just a little prick.” He chuckled to himself. “Well, *this* one, anyway.” He stuck her with the needle and carefully injected its contents, while her husband looked on, wide-eyed, struggling not to scream.

The criminal casually threw the medical equipment into a nearby trashcan. “Oh, that’s not harmful, if that’s what you’re asking. No, it’s just some experimental drug, meant to treat sexual dysfunction, lack of desire… only this is an ultra-concentrated batch my lab guys cooked up.” He caressed the sides of the woman’s face, as she fearfully squeezed her eyes shut and tried, unsuccessfully, to shrink away from his touch. “So, while the effect sets in, I’m going to lay the terms of our deal out to you. Do you understand?” He pulled the gag from her mouth.

“Please, just… just take all the money and let me go!” she cried out.

“Shhh,” he hushed her. “I haven’t given my terms, have I?” He moved to the side of the bed, the enormous bulge in his pants coming into her sight, level with her eyes. “What I am *offering*… is this.” He grabbed his crotch. “I’ll fuck you, and fuck you *hard*… if you’re willing to pay the price.” He looked into the woman’s poor husband’s eyes with a cruel gaze. The businessman opened his mouth wide, his mind racing in disbelief at what he was witnessing.

“No!” she screamed. “I won’t! You can keep the money, I’ll never betray him!”

The criminal leader laughed, turning to look at her. “You’re jumping the gun, sweetie. I still haven’t finished explaining it. In fact, you got it all wrong.” He walked over to the bottom of the bed, caressing her leg and pulling her skirt up. She tensed at his touch… but not in fear. “No, you don’t get the money if I fuck you. The opposite, in fact…” He pulled her skirt all the way up and caressed the insides of her thighs and her crotch, which quivered in anticipation, against her conscious will. “You walk away safe and sound, *with* your money, OR… I fuck you. Those are the options.”

The businessman’s brow furrowed, in confusion and disbelief. He looked at his wife, and could hardly believe it when the fear on her face gradually eskişehir escort gave way to another feeling. Something wild, primal… pure desire.

“Y-you’re… insane!” she said. “Why would I choose to… to… *aah*!” she moaned, as he started kneading her moistening pussy over her panties.

“You’re starting to feel it, aren’t you?” the man said, a cruel smile on his lips. He briefly looked at the businessman and winked. “*Now* you’re starting to get the terms of the deal.” He pulled out a pocket knife, flipped it open, and cut the sides of her panties. He then pulled her panties out, threw them on the ground, and put his knife away. “It’s not with me that you need to negotiate, lady. It’s with your own body.”

“No…” she said in a faint, hoarse voice. “No, I would never… I wouldn’t…” She was trying to convince herself more than the criminal.

He walked back to the side of the bed, where he was in full view of both the woman and her husband. “Think about it,” he said, as he undid his belt. “Even if you refuse me… I’m gonna let you fuck your husband.” He nodded at the poor wretch, whose disbelief was giving way to impotent rage. “Right here. We’re giving you that chance. Thing is… that’s gonna have to wait a bit. Or…” He pulled down his zipper, and then pulled out his massive cock. “You can have this right away.”

She looked hungrily at the large dick, transfixed, for several seconds, until she caught herself and closed her eyes in shame. “Don’t… please… don’t do that to me!”

“Let’s say… fifteen minutes.” He caressed her face again, and she leaned into it, quivering. “If you can hang on for fifteen minutes, I’ll hand you over to your sweetheart, you can fuck to your heart’s content, and then you both walk away with all your money.” He drew closer to her, gently brushing the tip of his cock against her cheek. “Or… you get mine *now*, and both you and the money stay.”

She turned away from him, and locked eyes with her husband, who was whimpering and crying. She contorted her face in an apologetic look and closed her eyes, unable to face the man of her life. “I can’t… I can’t… please, don’t say that…”

“Here… I’ll help you decide.” The gangster knelt down to where her wrist was handcuffed, pulled out a small key, and undid her handcuffs. As he stood back up, he didn’t even have to direct her hand – it found his cock on its own, and gripped it tightly, hungrily. He smirked once more at the businessman.

“Like what you’ve got there?” He started fondling her breasts. She moaned with pleasure. “It could be yours… but ah, what the hell. Since you’re having a hard time going on, lemme ease it up a bit. One minute, on the clock.” She screamed in frustration. One minute sounded like an eternity to her right now. “One minute and you walk free. Deal?”

“I’m gaziantep escort sorry, honey…” she whimpered. Her husband collapsed on the floor and started sobbing. “I’m sorry… I can’t… I just can’t…”

The gangster gestured to one of his underlings. Already knowing his methods, the man walked up to the broken-down businessman and pulled him back up to his feet, and then walked him right next to his leader. The boss yanked the woman’s hand out of his dick – it was difficult, with how tightly she was gripping – then turned to the businessman and forced him down on his knees, beside his writhing wife. The boss then walked back to the bottom of the bed, by the lady’s crotch, while his goon positioned himself beside the businessman, grabbed his hair, and pulled his head up, forcing him to look at his irrationally horny wife.

“Well, if that’s really what you want…” The gangster walked up to her, his cock bouncing up and down with each step. She nodded vigorously, faintly moaning “I’m sorry”. The man caressed her inner thighs once again, and admired her pussy, which was dripping and reddened with desire. He drew his crotch closer to hers, grabbed his member, directed it toward its target, but when he touched the tip of his dick to the opening of her vulva, he stopped.

“Come on!” she cried out in frustration. “I can’t wait! Come on!”

The gangster smirked. “You know what,” he said, “I’m sweetening the deal.” He nodded to his thug, who pulled out his gun and placed it on the woman’s hand. “I’ll count to ten. That’s it. You both get off free and clear.” The underling directed the gun in her hand to her husband’s forehead. “But if you want me to fuck you… you gotta kill your husband. The very moment you pull the trigger, I’ll start pumping. I promise. You’ll never see the light of day again, of course. Those are the final terms.”

The businessman closed his eyes. *Ten seconds*, he thought. *Ten seconds, and this horror will be over.*

“One.”

“Gah!” she cried out. She was squirming, pulling on all her reserves of willpower.

“Two.”

*She’s resisting,* the husband thought. *She can make it. I don’t know if I can get it up right now to satisfy her, but I’ll figure it out.*

“Three.”

“Nooo…” Her voice was a faint, strained squeak. “I… can’t…”

“Four.”

BANG. The shot echoed throughout the warehouse.

As promised, the criminal plunged deep into her at the sound of the gunshot, sealing her fate. His large cock filled her from the inside, sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body. He began thrusting away in earnest, hard, with a fury to match that of her insatiable need. The gun clattered to the floor as she let go of it and grabbed her partner. She didn’t notice when did they free her other hand and legs, all she knew was that she needed that man, that *cock*, that enormous, delicious dick, more than anything in the world. She grabbed him with both arms and wrapped both legs around him, pulling him in, hungrily, desperately.

*This is me now,* the thought rang in a corner of her mind, in the only space left by the burning instinct that filled her, as the criminal fucked her voraciously. *This is who I am. This is my world.*

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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.

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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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As Kala took a break from decorating the Christmas tree in her classroom, she looked outside onto the snow of that late November morning, and embraced the joy from the beginning of the holiday time. She crossed her soft milky white arms, almost as if she was giving herself a hug. She closed her beautiful hazel eyes, and let the spirit of Christmas overtake her very soul. When she opened her eyes, from a knock on her classroom door, she noticed that the nipples on her double d breasts were noticeably protruding.

“Kala is it ok if I use your computer for a minute,” Danielle began to explain, “I just need to check and see if a new program I installed was working on all the teachers’ computers.”

“Sure,” Kala remarked, blushing due to her nipples revealing the child like joy that Christmas brought her.

Danielle hurriedly went to Kala’s desk, insuring not to pay any attention to Kala’s breast, because the embarrassment she felt for Kala.

Kala returned to her tree, but not before noticing the delightfully sweet aroma that came from Danielle’s short beautifully straight black hair. She always dreamed of having that short, dirt spiked hair, with two strands of bangs that caressed her chin.

What intrigued her more was the tips of Danielle’s spikes were a bright cherry red. Kala figured that was what helped her get along with Danielle’s high school computer class students.

While Danielle was waiting for the computer to log on, she began starring at Kala’s black curly hair that gently graced the top of her milky white shoulders. Danielle began embellishing her passionate attraction to Kala, and followed down Kala’s perfectly curved body. Kala’s body was caressed by her favorite black sleeveless gothic silk dress. Danielle was overcome by excitement when she noticed a little bulge protruding from Kala’s ass.

“What little surprise will I find tonight,” Danielle thought to herself, as a shit faced grin grew on her purple colored lips.

“I will be right back,” Kala remarked quickly, as she noticed the warm wetness coming from the back of her diaper.

She hurriedly grabbed her pink backpack that was covered with black laced hearts, from beside the desk, and quickly left the room.

Danielle logged into the surveillance system, gained access to the hidden camera over the handicap stall in the Lady Teacher’s bathroom, and earnestly began watching the computer screen.

Kala entered the handicap stall and removed a black toiletry bag, and hanged on the hook on the stall door. After unzipping the black bag, she quickly took of her dress, and placed in on top of her backpack. She then pulled down her pink plastic pants, removed her diaper, and placed to the side. She pulled out her wet wipes, and began cleaning her pussy, and ass with several wipes.

Kala pulled out a clean diaper, quickly unfolded it, and put it on. She took a flowery smelling baby powder bottle from her bag, and squeezed some down the front and back of her diaper. She put everything back into the black bag, and pulled out a plastic gallon size storage bag, and crammed the dirty diaper in it. She put on her dress, and put everything back into her backpack.

She glanced at the mirror to check her makeup, as her eyes glanced down to her diaper a sense of acceptance and sensual overpowered and tossed out her feeling of humiliation. The recent need of having to wear diapers again puzzled her thoughts. After having the bulging disk remove by laser surgery, she no longer had to wear the things she found humiliation and disgust with. But three months ago she had to begin wearing them once again. The doctors just blamed it on her nerves being dead. But this time was so different from before.

Kala remembered she left her plastic pants back in the stall, and quickly retrieved them. After putting on her plastic pants, she went back to her classroom, and found Danielle was still working on the computer.

When Kala put her backpack next to her desk, she noticed Danielle’s beautiful brown eyes, and remarked to herself how much they looked like her ex husband’s beneath the layer of perfectly shaded purple and black eye shadow.

Kala began to start hanging pre-light garland around the top of the classroom walls, as she remembered the true passionate love she still possessed for him. Memories of that fateful day began invading her mind, as sorrow and loneliness began demanding attention from her emotions.

“Why the fuck are you kicking me out over this shit,” Caleb began to yell passionately, “You are taking the word of these lying assholes of dorm neighbors over mine. I have not ever lied to you about how I love and feel about you I am your dominant. I have worked hard on trust between us, because of all the shit in your past. I…”

“I understand, but every time we talk you do not truly open up to me,” she interrupted, “I know you hide something back. Since you will not talk to me about it, I am left to assume. So you can either leave now, or I will call campus police, and they will make you leave with escort bostancı nothing.”

She quickly went outside, and smoked, to get away from seeing his sorrow. Honestly she wanted him to stay, but some of the stress in her life had to go. So she picked the true love in her life. The stress and horrific level of pain from her bulging disk, memories of her bone chilling past coming to haunt her thoughts, schooling, neighbors telling her things he did and said, and to top it off he is not completely trusting and opening up to her. No more!

“I’m done here,” Danielle said, as she quickly stood up.

“Danielle, I need to talk about some things, so can we go out for a bite when you are done,” Kala asked, with a voice full of sorrow and regret.

“No worries, I am done for the day, sweetie. If you want let’s go now, and I will help you finish decorating tomorrow,” Danielle suggested, picking up on the distress in Kala’s voice.

“Ok,” Kala happily replied.

Kala noticed that Danielle was wearing a dark maroon colored silk slip that barely covered the top of her knees. Her legs were covered in black and blood red striped tights, and her knee high black platform boots. She remarked how thankful she was for Superintendent Don to allow teachers to dress more freely, while students or parents were not around.

Both of them dressing gothic was what attracted Kala to Danielle, as a kindred friend whom always was there for her, and would let Kala talk for hours, if she needed too.

“Why don’t we get Principal Judy to help us tomorrow,” Danielle began to suggest, after ordering their dessert,

“I know she finished all her paperwork, and we can get all of it done so much faster. Then hey, we can all three go shopping together and have lunch tomorrow. Make it a lady’s day out”

“Sure,” Kala enthusiastically replied.

Dessert came and went, along with several cups of coffee and cigarettes.

As Kala entered the large older two bedroom house that Principal Judy had rented to her, her head was filled with that evening’s wonderful conversation. She figured she would tidy up the place real fast, and then off to a hot relaxing bath, but first comfy time has come. She entered her gothic theme master bedroom. She went to her closet and stripped down to only her black nylon slip, which was adorned with lace, and plastic pants.

Kala took out a gallon sized zippy sack, and crammed her dirty diaper in it. She went into her backpack, grabbed the two dirty ones from earlier, and stuffed all three in the trash. She then refilled her toiletry bag, and returned it to her backpack. She grabbed the trash bag, and went to set it next to the side garage door.

Danielle, who lived next door, had already finished with cleaning, a quick shower, and had been watching Kala on her TV. Danielle began stroking a black fleece teddy bear through her panties. It felt so soft and warm against her naked flesh. She could even feel the places that sweet juices of a pussy had flowed.

Kala turned up her music as she got ready for the hot bubble bath she needed so dearly. She removed her slip. As the feel of the silk touched her nipples, she began to start to excite her self. She began touching her the soft areola around her hardened nipple.

A memory of when her ex husband and her were kissing all over each other began to fill her thoughts. The gentle caress of his soft full lips pressed against her skin. The smell of his cologne was blown her in her direction as the heater turned on.

Kala eye caught a glimpse of blackie. He was a soft fleece teddy bear that she had done many things with over the years. He possessed the aroma of her ex, as she puts the bear up to her nose. She rubbed his soft fur over her nipple. Allowing the moment of passion begin to take over.

The memory of her ex caressing her large breast began to overtake her, as she rubbed the bear down the very same place she remembered him stroking. She continued allowing the soft bear to be her ex’s hands, as she seduced her body with it. With a sensual out burst, she shoved the bear between her pussy and panties.

She knelled on the bed, and let her moistened shaved pussy began to pet the bear. As more memories of her ex fueled her every lusting thought, the nose of the bear hit her clitoris over and over. She began caressing her arms with her soft dainty fingers.

As the bear continued munching down on her extremely wet pussy, she grazed her soft black colored lips with her right hand. Meanwhile her left hand grabbed a fist full of her hair. She began to slightly let out a moan. Kala’s pussy began abusing the bear, while choking herself. Finally, her pussy opened it’s flood gates, as her sweetly aromatic juices gushed from her wore out pussy.

For some reason Kala could still not go against the training of he ex. After collecting herself, Kala stood up removed the soaking wet teddy, and wiped her pussy clean with her black nylon briefs. She smelled the escort tuzla teddy, and found that not even the hint of pee was not on it. Previously her ex trained her to pee ever time she would orgasm. But that stopped once she began diapers. She almost missed it.

Kala went into the bathroom and drew herself a bubble bath in the black claw bathtub. She put on a pair of plastic pants, to insure no accidents occurred while in the tub, and soaked while letting all the days events soak away as well.

Danielle, using a key-fob and house key Kala gave her, opened the garage side door. Danielle did not worry about Kala, because she knew Kala was soaking on the opposite side of the large house, and was playing music loudly. Danielle grabbed the bag stuffed full of Kala’s dirty diapers and locked the door behind her.

After soaking in the tub, Kala stood up, grabbed her soapy wash cloth, dropped her dirty plastic pants in the bath water, and cleaned her pussy and ass. She rinsed her body with the hand shower, cleaned out her plastic pants, and let out the dirty water.

Kala took a sleeping pill, one that Danielle had supplied her with, Kala put on a clean diaper, and crawled into her silk covered bed. She pulled the fleece blanket up to her neck, and wrapped herself into a cocoon of silky goodness.

Danielle replaced her pink nylon briefs with one of Kala’s diapers. She put on her black opera gloves, grabbed her black backpack, and grabbed the teddy she had in her panties earlier.

Danielle once again entered through the side garage door. She went quietly through the house, and stopped by the dirty clothes hamper to remove the pair of panties Kala cleaned herself with earlier. She replaced them with the pair of clean ones that were the exact same.

Danielle laid her backpack at the foot of the bed, and pulled out two black sleeping masks, the pair of panties she had just been wearing, black wrist and ankle cuffs that were lined with red silk on the inside, and several various length silk Japanese ropes. Just to be on the safe side, she also put on her black ski mask. She put on the sleep mask over Kala’s eyes.

Danielle then took the panties, and stuffed them in Kala’s mouth, and covered it with the other sleeping mask. She bound Kala’s wrists together, and tied her ankles to each of the bed posts at the foot of the bed. After undoing the tape on Kala’s diaper, she pulled out a black remote control dual vibrating egg.

Danielle paused for a moment, to caress Kala’s body with her eyes. Such deep, dark, and intense passionate love plagued her spirit. Danielle reigned her herself back in, because there was so much to do in such little time.

She began by replacing Kala’s teddy bear with the one she had in her own panties earlier. Danielle took the dual vibrating eggs, inserted one into Kala’s vagina, and the other in Kala’s asshole. Danielle then took the teddy that Kala used earlier, and tied it to Kala’s pussy. She turned the eggs on full blast, grabbed a memory card from her pack, and headed to Kala’s computer.

Danielle began replacing the music with the exact same on her memory card. She went over to Kala’s I-Pod with another one exactly like it. Finally she removed the rope, teddy, vibrating eggs, and all restraints and blindfold, and put it all in her backpack. She pulled out a diaper in which Danielle had peed in herself earlier, and put it on Kala. She put the covers back over Kala, and with a soft kiss, she went home.

“Hey sweetie we are here to help out,” Danielle announced to Kala.

“It’s Dark Sexy and Head Mistress,” Kala jokingly remarked, with a wink.

All three meet and hugged each other. Danielle noticed Kala’s hand barely grazed her ass check. Danielle had to quickly real in her excitement. They began helping to finish putting up decorations.

“Please hand me the tape on the desk,” Danielle asked Kala.

Without thought or care Kala stepped down from the ladder, walked across the room, and brought Danielle the tape, who was standing a few feet from the desk.

“Good girl,” Danielle replied with a wink.

A sense of happiness and peace found it’s place in Kala’s momentarily emotions.

As they were all heading towards Danielle’s black SUV, Danielle looked at Kala and said “Please open my door.”

Once again without thought or care, Kala opened Danielle’s door, even though her own hands were full.

As the school’s Christmas break approached, Danielle found herself thinking that it was time. She continued watching Kala change her diaper in the teacher’s bathroom.

“Tonight is when Kala and come together,” she began thinking to herself, “I still cannot believe all this hard work has paid off. I need to let Judy know, because I will need her help.”

After a school winter dance was over, Danielle, Kala, and Judy went out for dinner, at their favorite Mexican Restaurant.

“Judy, come with me to the powder room,” Danielle requested.

“Tonight I am escort göztepe finally going to begin Kala’s personal training,” Danielle began to explain, “I need you to come over to my house after Kala has gotten home. I will need you to help with a few things.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Judy replied.

After Kala laid down in bed, the two went into Kala’s house. Danielle pulled out a roll of bondage tape and two sleeping masks. As Judy helped hold up Kala, Danielle covered Kala’s eyes and mouth with the blindfolds. Danielle then bound Kala’s wrist together, along with her ankles.

Danielle instructed Judy to grab all of Kala’s clean and dirty diapers, lock up the house, drop off everything in Danielle’s master bedroom, and to then go to the hidden room within Danielle’s home. Danielle, picked up Kala, and began to walk over to her house.

After going to a hidden room, Danielle laid Kala on a gynecologist chair. The gynecologist chair was black in color, and had black leather restraints built into it. Danielle removed the bondage tape, and began restraining Kala, by putting her legs into the stirrups, and strapping her ankles to each using the leather restraints. She restrained Kala’s wrist to the table, and tightened the abdomen restraint over Kala.

Danielle grabbed a mouth spreader from the workbench, removed her own panties, and removed the blindfold off Kala’s mouth. She spread Kala’s mouth wide open, and with the help of Judy, they inserted the mouth spreader, and strapped it to the back of Kala’s head. Danielle took her moistened pink nylon briefs, and stuffed them inside Kala’s mouth. Danielle then took off Kala’s purple plastic pants, and removed Kala’s dirt diaper.

Judy went over to Danielle’s workbench, grabbed a strap on, and what she called her “Dominator”. It was a black dildo that measured 12 inches in length, and possessed a girth that any ladies pussy lips would shrivel up for. Then to top it off it had several thumbtacks inserted into it. The beginning of the dildo had them all the way pushed in, all the way to the base having them glued and inserted only a ¼ of the way in.

Judy then grabbed Danielle’s “Training Gloves”. They were black leather working gloves that had 40 tacks in all, protruding from the palms. She got Danielle’s smelling salts, and placed them all on a small wooden table, that was next to the chair. Judy took the strap on itself, and put it on over Danielle’s clothes, then kneeled on a pillow back in the corner, next to Danielle’s work bench, and faced the wall.

Danielle began stroking up and down Kala’s legs’ allowing time for pure animalistic rage to begin to overtake any compassion or mercy she felt for Kala. Danielle must have the revenge she has so been longing for, over the past several years.

Danielle opened the smelling salts, and put them up to Kala’s nose.

Panic filled screams emerged from Danielle’s preyed open mouth. “What the fuck is in my mouth, and why can’t I close it. Why the fuck can I not move either,” she began to think to herself, as she tried to grasp for some answers in this place of lost confusion.

“Please settle the fuck down,” she heard a familiar feminine voice shout at her.

The room grew silent once more, even in thought.

“As you will soon figure out it is I Danielle,” she began to explain, “Yes your best friend has abducted you. Thus is not one of the severe nightmares you used to have. First thing is first, you are in a hidden sound proof room in my basement. I have cameras and a microphone setup up in here. You can’t escape from your bindings or this very room. It is secured with a steel door, and only opens to my voice command. I will reveal my reasons behind all this within due time. For now enjoy the severe treatment you are about to receive.”

Danielle attached the black dildo to her strap on, and followed by putting on her black leather gloves. Screaming resumed, as Danielle pushed the tip tack on her right index breast deep into the flesh of Kala’s left breast. “Danielle” began to emerge from the bloody trails the tack left behind it.

As Danielle began doing the same to Kala’s left breast, the word” Always” appeared. Danielle then grabbed both. Breasts as hard as she could. Kala let out a blood curdling scream so loud, that made Judy leave the room. For fear of what her own master would do if she stopped Danielle.

“I’m sorry,” was the only audible thing that Kala was able to utter out among the screams.

Passionate rage caused Danielle to crave more violence and gore from Kala’s body. She grabbed her cat o’ nine from the work bench. Each black leather strand had a small fishing hooks attached to it. Pieces of flesh and blood filled the air as Danielle relentlessly ripped Kala with it 30 times.

Finally, Danielle rammed her dildo into Kala’s already bleeding pussy. Her nails dug into the thighs of Kala, as she continued to rip the inside Kala’s pussy with her dong, as piss and cum mixed with large amounts of blood.

Danielle stopped in mid thrust, and left the room, because sorrow began to invade her dark terrible emotions.

Judy came quickly came in, and without saying a word, she cleaned up Kala as best she could. She then covered her with a thick fleece blanket, replaced the mouth stretcher gag with one that straw attached to it. Judy left for her home still in tears from what she had witnessed.

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I guess I married a woman who likes to play a bit. She has a good attitude and is always able to laugh at adversity somehow and make the best of things. She is sexually adventuresome and that suits me to a ‘T’.

In reading a few erotic stories here and there, we quickly realized that everyone has their likes and dislikes. Some are a bit more out on the edge than others, but even fantasies that are in the realm of normalcy vary a lot. In this process, we have come across a number of ‘slave and master’ scenarios, but nothing that we really wanted to play with. We were talking about some of these one day and we decided to act out our own. Randi, that’s my wife’s name, wanted a day wherein she was totally in control of me; A day when I would agree for 24 hours to do whatever she wanted (within certain limits). I trust her instincts and I thought it might be kind of a hot idea, so I agreed. In return, she agreed to let me have a day as master a month after.

The first thing we did was set a few ground rules. I wasn’t going to go do something that was likely to bring down the law on us and I wasn’t willing to do anything that caused me more than minor pain. Anything more than the pain caused by a good spanking was out.

We set our first date for three weeks in the future to give her some time to be creative. I spent a good part of the next three weeks wondering what she had up her skirt, so to speak. She was secretive. I caught her making some phone calls, giggling a bit. I could tell she was pulling out all the stops for this and it had me a little concerned. She was, however, more sexually turned on than she had been in recent times and that was a fantastic benefit to our love life.

I guess I should describe her physically. She’s about 5, 6″, slender with medium sized breasts and a fantastic ass and legs. Her pussy is something that I frankly and honestly worship. We are both in our late thirties, but have kept in really good shape. Randi is loyal as can be and would never do anything to hurt me. She is a hot little thing and what with the great attitude she maintains, I’m lucky she’s mine. We treat each other with a great deal of respect and love.

We have both come to realize in our relative maturity that there are a lot of different ways to be connected as a couple. Lots of people are pretty good at sharing life’s goals. Things like child rearing, finances and enjoying the same activities. Randi and I figured out that there is a certain kind of connection in addition to those things that is very important to us. It is a connection that can only be achieved through physical love. Many couples have their weekly love making session. They get into it for an hour or so and then it’s back to the kids or the home remodeling or whatever. That’s not enough for us. To us, once or twice a week love making sessions just don’t cut it. It’s not the quantity, really, it’s the quality. Our lovemaking pervades a lot of what we do. We might start the morning, even on a work day with some teasing and fondling that doesn’t really have time to go anywhere. We both work at home, no kids. She teaches online and I do consulting work on the Internet, so we can always spare a moment or two to touch or kiss in the middle of our workday. It’s pretty great. We might go for 3 or 4 days without actually having sex, but hardly a day goes by when we don’t spend a little time just being sweet with one another or getting one another a bit steamed. This might be frustrating for some people, but we both know that we are going to get into it and release those sexual tensions on one another soon enough. We also both know that the teasing just keeps building up so that when we do make love (or have lusty animal sex), that it’s just going to be that much better. As far as our relationship goes, let’s just say, I got what I wanted.

Enough of that; Let me tell the story that you all wanted to hear. I woke up on that fateful Saturday to find out that Randi was already up and in the kitchen. I headed to the bathroom, took a shower, put on my robe and frankly my heart was thumping a bit as I entered the kitchen and moved toward the coffee pot. Randi was at the kitchen table sipping her tea and reading the paper. She was dressed kind of funny for her on a Saturday morning in a pair of dressy slacks and a white blouse with some frills that highlighted her great little cleavage. Still in all, kind of formal for a Saturday and especially for this Saturday. She looked business-like reading the paper with her reading glasses on. Then it started. “Drop the robe”, she said without looking up. I shrugged the robe off of my shoulders and let it hit the floor reaching for a coffee cup. I was immediately hard. “No coffee”, she said again without looking up. “No coffee until I tell you, no breakfast unless I say so. You don’t do anything unless I tell you to do it. That’s the deal. Come here”, she commanded. I was a bit taken aback, but not shocked given the parameters of our agreement. I walked to muğla escort the table. “Turn around”, she said. I turned around and she smacked me pretty hard on the butt. It really stung and I’m sure it left a handprint. “Don’t forget what I’ve told you”, she said, looking me in the eyes. “I’ll have two eggs scrambled, bacon and toast with soft butter and raspberry jam, right now”.

“OK”, I said.

“No talking”, she demanded. “The only word I want to hear out of you all day is “Stop” and you will only say that if you are getting close to having an orgasm. By the way, you will not have an orgasm today. That’s the number one rule. No orgasm. Now, make my breakfast and be quick about it.”

“Woof”, I thought. This may be a tough day. Needless to say, I set to cracking the eggs, frying the bacon and I popped the toast in the toaster. The butter was in the fridge where we usually keep it so I stuck it in the microwave for ten seconds or so to soften it up. I’m a pretty good cook and it wasn’t more than a few minutes before I was setting a beautiful plate of fluffy eggs, bacon and toast on the table. I brought the butter and jam as well along with a fork, knife, spoon and napkin. I was being a good little slave and I didn’t mind serving her. I stood more or less at ease next to the table after serving her and awaited her next command. My cock had subsided a bit, but it was pretty much hanging out right there at the table. Randi grabbed a fork and ate a mouthful of eggs. Then, without looking up from her paper, she grabbed some of the butter off the plate with her hand and started slathering it on my cock and balls. I couldn’t help moaning softly.

“No moaning” she said squeezing my balls a little too tight for comfort. “Not a sound out of you all day, except the word “Stop”. That’s the only sound you will make all day”.

She continued to eat, read the paper and massage my dick, my balls, and then my stomach. She dug her fingernails into my legs and belly from time to time as she worked me over. She reached around and rubbed the soft butter on my ass and down my crack and then went back to my cock and slowly and very softly started to pump it. I was trying desperately to keep my balance and not make any noise, but I was starting to lose it bad. Just before one more pump sent me over the edge, I said “Stop”. She let go instantly and left that big thing just hanging there by her face. My cock was throbbing and pulsing and bobbing up and down. “Wow, shit, umph, arghhh” I thought silently. I was growling like a mad dog internally.

“Good boy” she said. “Go take another shower. After that you can eat, but be quick about it. I have other plans for you”. I could tell she was really enjoying this.

I got cleaned up and went back to the kitchen to get some breakfast. Randi was gone when I returned, but I could hear her rattling around in the house somewhere. I ate, cleaned the kitchen, because I figured that was part of the deal and just as I finished, she came in and told me to start preparing lunch for four and to bring five bottles of wine from our best stash, a mix of reds and whites. OK, I was bothered. Lunch for four? Nothing like this had ever happened before in our relationship and she knew more or less what was going on in my head. She was trying to keep a serious look on her face, but I could tell she was smirking at me inwardly.

“Get cracking. Make a cream of mushroom soup, get out some of our homemade bread and there are four kinds of cheese in the refrigerator and a bunch of fruits and vegetables. Oh, and make a vegetable dip and set up the coffee pot and make sure there’s hot water for tea. Also clean the house so it’s spotless” and with that she left the kitchen.

Well, I was still naked and hadn’t been told to put anything else on, so I started cooking and cleaning. We hade made a deal and unless something really bizarre was going on, I guessed I was willing to stick to the agreement. I finished up with the cleaning about 11:30, she checked my work and told me to take a shower and put on a pair of upscale work out pants she had bought me recently and a white, ribbed tank top she had laid out. She likes me in a tank top because I work out often enough to keep my torso looking pretty buff.

When I got dressed I noticed that the tank top she had selected had a hole in about the size of a quarter on my chest, but I wasn’t going to say anything about it. Randi had me set out the food and wine in a nice looking spread on our big coffee table in the living room and then set up our massage table at it’s lowest height which puts it about two feet off the floor, a terrible height for working, I noted.

About quarter after twelve the doorbell rang and Randi went to answer it. I was standing in the living room where she left me. I tried to listen to the welcomes and the chitchat in the foyer trying to get a clue what was going on. At least it sounded female. I was as nervous ordu escort as a cat.

Randi brought walked in and introduced the three women to me as Jon. She told them that I don’t speak. Weird, my name is actually Dan, so I was again left wondering what was up with that. Randi pointed at our long leather couch and told these gals to grab a glass of wine and take a seat. I may not have been able to speak, but my eyes worked just fine. All of these women were trim and from reasonably to extremely attractive. The first was quite tall, around 6′, and slim with smallish breasts. She did have a great pair of long thin legs and was wearing a pleated skirt that made it about half way to her knees. She too, was dressed in what I would think of as business attire. Her blouse was a v-necked thing in pale blue silk. Woman number two was medium height, medium build with brown curly hair and a dress that buttoned from cleavage to hem. The third newcomer was a short, red-headed Irish-looking gal with beautiful blue eyes and a hot little body in a green off-the-shoulder blouse and short skirt. A light smattering of freckles ran from her forehead right down across her bare shoulders and into the valley between her full and voluptuous breasts.

“Welcome to my home” Randi said. “Each of you was interviewed and agreed to come to our little luncheon today. Again, this is Jon, he is here to meet your every need and desire. There are a few rules to this game. You may not make Jon cum for any reason. You can’t cause him pain above what would be caused by a vigorous spanking and you can’t humiliate him. Jon is only able to speak one word and that word is “Stop” which he will say just before he orgasms so you know when to back off. He is a good massage therapist and we have a hot tub out back. I hope and encourage you to take advantage of the all the opportunities the equipment affords.”

Of course, my cock was throbbing throughout Randi’s entire speech and I was totally blown away by the implications of what she was saying. My big throbbing rod was obvious through the workout pants as I had nothing on underneath them and the fabric was sure not going to hide anything as big as what I had going. All three of them were staring at my crotch like they had never seen anything like it. In my wildest dreams, I never assumed that Randi would have invited three other very hot women over to ‘share’ me with. She has always taken matters into her own hands though and has never been afraid to push the envelope. It was apparent that she hadn’t told these gals that I was her partner and was leading them to believe that she and I had no special connection. I was desperately trying to play it cool. I thought about getting her into the other room for a talk, but I guessed it was just a little late for that.

Randi had taken a seat in the wingback chair opposite the couch and I was standing by the chair arm, probably shaking. Randi stood up behind me. “As you can see”, she continued, “Jon is well-equipped to meet your most intimate needs”. And with that she reached around to the hole in my shirt, inserted both index fingers and ripped the thing apart, baring my chest. I stood there with a scrap of cotton running down each side of my pecs and what was left of the collar around my neck. “In fact” she went on, “Jon has what it takes to make all of your fantasies come true” and with that she blew my mind. She yanked my pants down around my ankles releasing what had to be the biggest hard on I had ever had. I stumbled against the chair.

The tall blonde made a mewing sound in the back of her throat. The brown haired woman dropped her wine glass on the couch.

“Get that cleaned up, now Jon”, said Randi. And I hurried over to the couch with the nearest bunch of napkins I could find. I forgot about the pants around my ankles, tripped over them and fell against the couch with one hand on either side of the woman and my cock hanging there in her face. I was stuck there, as I didn’t have the leverage to stand up until I worked my feet out of my pants. She grabbed the napkins from me and blotted the wine from the front of her dress and the couch. Fortunately it was one of the white wines. I managed to push myself back up to a vertical position and helped her to soak up the wine.

“Maybe you could help me out of my wet dress, Jon”, she said. “I’m Cheryl”. I decided to go with the flow and bent over in front of her. I began unbuttoning her dress and had worked my way down close to the last few buttons. She reached over to the red head and took her wine glass from her. “Oops”, she said as she poured another stream of white wine down between her breasts soaking her now exposed panties in the process. “Better lick that up, Jon”, she said with a laugh as she grabbed my cock and gave it a squeeze. I managed to become harder, if such a thing were possible as I lapped up the wine between her breasts and followed the stream down to her lap. I sucked osmaniye escort on the front of her panties for a few seconds and then eased them down her legs as she raised her hips off the couch. “Make sure you get it all, Jon”, she moaned and poured another few drops on her completely shaven pussy. I did as I was told. She was soaked with her own excitement and the wine and the combination was delightful. No way was I going to get it all, though because the more I licked the wetter she got. She raised her hips up to meet my face and I cupped my hands under her butt to support and steer her to my tongue. The other two gals were running their hands over my back and my chest and one of them was pinching my nipples, but I was preoccupied. I was wondering how Randi was taking all of this. So much for starting off slow. After doing the best I could to get all of the wine and other juices lapped up, I leaned back so I was sitting up straight on the floor. Randi came over and gave me what had to be the most lascivious kiss of our relationship, licking Cheryl’s juices from my lips in the process. Along with that kiss, I got a very nasty smile.

Then she abruptly went back to her chair. “Go hang that up out on the patio” she told me. When I returned she asked if anyone else needed any help with anything. Cheryl was sitting nude between the two other women sipping her wine never taking her eyes off of me. It felt like she was prepared to eat me alive. No one responded to Randi’s query.

“Lay on the massage table face up”, she told me, and she beckoned to the gals to come over to the table. I did as I was told and she covered my eyes with a towel. The next thing I knew, both my wrists and ankles were pinned down by the women’s hands and I felt straps tying me to the massage table legs. I was completely at their mercy as they yanked the towel off of my face and a sort of a cheer went up among them. I struggled to get free, but they had done their work well and I was whipped and exposed, my dick sticking straight up into the air between them. I think Randi actually felt a little sorry for me. I could see it in her eyes and she gently ran her hand over my chest.

“You’ll be OK, Jon”, she said. “Just settle down, breathe, be calm”. I struggled to breathe and regain some sense of safety. I felt a little betrayed and Randi, I think, knew it, but she wasn’t the kind of girl to let up and I just had to trust that she would take care of me.

Next she set up an end table near the massage table, covered it with a towel and pulled out a bowl on a stand with a candleholder under it. She poured about a quart of our pre-mixed massage oil into the bowl and lit the candle. Then she pulled out another bowl filled with condoms and placed it on the table next to the oil.

“Now we can have our lunch, girls. Feel free to make use of whatever you need”. Damn, I was going to get even with Randi for this. The leggy blonde woman never even introduced herself to me. She grabbed a sandwich off of the big coffee table with her left hand and dipped her other hand into the massage oil and started dripping a line of oil from my neck to my cock in a preoccupied kind of way. Then while munching the sandwich she began slowly circling my nipples with the tips of her fingernails, brushing them back and forth across my chest, while looking at me thoughtfully. The redhead meanwhile looked like she was going to forgo lunch altogether as she started kneading the oil into my thighs. Occasionally while doing this, she would run her hand very lightly over my cock. I yelled or growled or something after a few minutes of this. I was already over the edge. “Bad Jon, Bad”, said the red head and she trilled her fingers up my purple throbbing cock. I was bucking on the massage table and I started blowing like a horse. There were more straps available and Cheryl came over and started lashing me down around my waist and my upper thighs. She did stop to take one long suck on my cock and I arched my back as far as the straps would allow.

Randi, meanwhile had pulled up the wingback, sipped her wine and munched her sandwich contemplatively. She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse while looking at me and then the next and then the next until she was completely undone. She wriggled out of the fabric and began massaging her breasts and nipples, never taking her eyes off mine.

I became preoccupied as the long legged blonde stood above my head and dropped her skirt. She was wearing a sheer tiny thong and the lips of her pussy were readily apparent through the fabric. She slid the thong down off her legs and placed the wet fabric over my nose and mouth and rubbed it gently across my lips. I just kept breathing hard, but the smell told me she was ready for anything and she was ready right now. She was tall enough that she straddled the massage table. I was looking up at her swollen lips. She now dipped both her hands in the warm massage oil and began massaging my chest working her way down to my abdomen and then pulling her hands firmly up the sides of my chest and then circling back again a little lower this time, down to my navel and then back up. I raised my head to lick her. I managed to get a mouthful of her juice and stuck my tongue as deeply as I could into her hole. She sank onto my face for a second and then rose up again.

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