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The Paperclip

I sit in the corner of the classroom, yards away from three friends: Vanessa, Mona and Amanda. Vanessa is especially pretty as she daydreams while Mona and Amanda study for the next day’s test.

Twisting a paperclip, I accidentally flick it under Vanessa’s desk. She sees it and senses my eyes on her legs.

She notices my melancholy face and, bending to pick up the paperclip, plays up her ample caramel-colored cleavage.

Class ends and Mona winks at me as she sees me staring at her ass as she leaves as I always do, Amanda leaving with her but Vanessa taking her sweet time: and when I say sweet, I mean it: the time she takes adopts her skin’s sweet caramel appeal.

Vanessa rests her bare feet on the chair Mona’s ass had sat in and uses the mangled paperclip to scratch her inner thighs. She slips her feet back into her flip-flops and tosses me the paperclip, winking.

I can feel my face redden as Vanessa smiles at me and leaves. Other than the disinterested teacher playing spider solitaire on his computer I am alone in the stuffy classroom.

I smell what I imagine is Vanessa’s perfume in the air as I leave; a gentle smell, not at all like Mona’s sharper, sporty scent.

Walking home, I lick the tip of the twisted paperclip, imagining I taste Vanessa’s thighs on the metal, though all I taste is metal. I lick it again and again and eventually put it in my mouth and suck the whole thing all the way home with an erection.

The Dance She Began

Mona Gutierrez is a cloth of mocking thorns I wrap around myself when I want to weep through a weak-kneed ejaculation.

Mona Gutierrez is made of my memories fethiye escort of Mona Gutierrez: thoughts that increase the intensity of my masturbatory fantasies.

Neither of us suspected, that first afternoon, in a P.E. class, that the dance she began by stuffing one of her sweaty socks in my mouth as I gawked at her adorable, shorts-clad ass, would last as long as it did. But the dance we danced endured.

Invented But Relentless

In the bathrooms of the houses of my aunts I became a teen. Teen-hood, you see, doesn’t happen overnight. It is a long and complex process that has little to do with the thirteenth birthday. Puberty is an insatiable beast that eats children once they’re ripe enough to eat. It took its time with me; savoring the taste of the no-tears shampoo in my hair.

The aromas in these rooms were soft and powdery but aquatic. Linens, shampoos, bath towels in a hamper. Thumbing through the magazines in my aunts’ bathrooms, I had a feeling of invented but relentless rejection, as if the actresses and models in the magazines were judging me, mocking me, rolling their eyes at my pimply, four-eyed and unrefined desire.

In Fantasies

Mona Gutierrez makes me her maid. Shorter than me, and I’m not tall, she grows beside me, less intelligent in ways but always certain, as I have almost never been. Certainty, like giggling, is given up early on by boys, left behind in the time of budding when puberty arrives, uninvited, gobbling us up like a longed-for dessert.

“Highness,” I sigh, “you are succulent. You strip me bare, to my bare ass, and rebuild me, making me alanya escort your little maid.”

Glitter is in her dark sweat.

A kid I knew, a cousin, sent his face into his soup. I’ll send my face, like that, into you, Mona, slurping your juices and the juices men have left in you with gratitude, like broth, leaving space and time behind me.

Your brown and velvety legs are my home away from home; lassos that surround me, pulling taut, bringing me in. I still think of that P.E. locker room, and all the locker rooms, filled with painful pleasure, filled with pleasing pain; and there’s a restroom in my mind that’s fiery with illicit wickedness.

Mona I miss your soccer games. I miss kissing your sweaty-sock-covered calves after, licking little bits of grass off as your teammates laughed at my debased devotion.

Genesis

I’ve been to the restaurant a hundred times, and each time I’m reminded of the first: the autumn night my family decided to try something new and we went there. The night my masochistic tendencies became an erotic reality.

That night, I shat in the ladies’ room, mistaking it for the men’s.

A woman was in the restroom with me: a woman who did nothing to hide how delighted she was by my embarrassment as I walked out of the stall, realizing where I was, trying to leave as fast as I could and being unable since she stood in my way, blocking the door and laughing her ass off at my blushing face and the little bulge beginning in my shorts.

“Wash your hand you disgusting little girl,” she said. Without a word I did so, noting the redness of my cheeks manavgat escort in the mirror.

“You’re in the right place you pathetic little wimp,” the woman said, lifting her knee-length skirt to scratch her hairy pussy through her light-brown-but-darker-than-tan pantyhose, “You’re an effeminate little shit and always will be. What the fuck are you looking at, princess?” I was looking at her beautiful black pubic hair and largish labia through the translucent fabric of her pantyhose. I was staring at her mouth-wateringly-delicious-looking garden of earthly delight.

I knelt, my bare knees on wet tile as I looked into her eyes. I didn’t know why I was kneeling. Instinct overtook me.

“I’ll service you in any way you want,” I trembled, begging. She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the stall I had been in before. She faced away from me, making me kneel and holding my head at her ass.

“Clean my ass-crack, you disgusting little short-dick pig,” she giggled, and I put my tongue into her, gagging as the sharp smell and taste of shit filled my nostrils and mouth, my tongue exploring her rectum, worried that my mother might walk in at any minute and hear our primal moaning.

My rock-hard cock was fully erect at just under six inches as I feverishly jacked off to this stranger’s feminine sex sounds.

“You’re an effeminate little shit-licker and a bitch,” the woman laughed, “Repeat after me! I’m an effeminate little shit-licking virgin!”

She was assuming I was a virgin, of course, but I was, and this was what made me cum. Even as my semen leaked out of my penis and down the shaft and onto the floor and my fingers, I repeated, “I’m an effeminate little shit-licking virgin!”

“No woman will ever want my drizzling little pee-pee in their pussy.”

“No woman,” I started to weep, feeling truly pathetic, with the taste of her shit still in my mouth, “will ever want my drizzling little pee-pee in their pussy.”

“Now clean up and get the fuck out of here, weakling.”

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Author’s note:

The penultimate chapter of Messy contains absolutely no sex. If that’s what you’re looking for, please read one of the previous chapters again, or wait a week for the first half of chapter 23.

Chapter 22 contains a description of a previously mentioned crime. If you are sensitive to graphic language or a description of violence, please do not read the following.

*

“Fuck that noise, you need to go,” Deirdre exclaimed as I barged in the back door of my home.

“And fuck you, I ain’t running,” Tori shouted back.

“What’s going on?” I barked, stopping before the two women raging at each other in the living room. They both turned to look at me, Deirdre’s hand leaving her service weapon as she realized it was me.

“You need to go,” she said, low and steady. “You all are i — “

Tori cut her off. “We ain’t going anywhere. Let’em come. They’ve pushed us around long enough!”

“Both of you shut up for a minute, then someone explain to me, clearly, what the fuck is going on.” I turned to find Sienna standing in the doorway looking nervous and scared. “See, go upstairs and change into something…else.”

The blonde sprinted past the women in glaring at me, and I sat down at the table, set the gun that had been hanging heavy in my hand since I stepped out of my vehicle on the table. “Ok. Deirdre, shoot. Tori, you go after her.”

Deirdre sat down at the table across from me, and I marveled at how different she looked in her uniform. She looked…severe. A harbinger of bad news. “You’re under threat right now, Gary. The people who killed your friends, they know we’re closing in on them, and we’re pretty sure you — you and Victoria here – on the top of their to-do list.”

“Back up, I thought we killed those people.” My voice was sarcastic.

“You were investigated initially, but all that publicity, that was just cover so we could keep investigating the real killers. This is huge, Gary. Like, terrorism task force huge.”

“Terrorists. Really?” I kept going with the sarcasm.”Explain to me how I ran afoul of ISIS.”

Deirdre looked at me like she wanted to punch me, cry, or kiss me. “Not ISIS. But you did piss off a bunch of religious fundamentalists gunning for you for defiling their daughter, whom they honor-killed after they were radicalized by a distant under-surveillance uncle who snuck down from Toronto last year.”

Oh. Fuck.

My head spun.

Nina’s FAMILY.

“Surely you guys cleared the family after her death. Right? I mean, that’s like police work one oh one.”

“You ever pay attention to Minneapolis crime statistics, Gary? Like how something like sixty percent of our homicides happen in like two square miles, and only thirty percent get solved? There’s a huge community out there that doesn’t talk to police, stonewalls police, hides people from police. They didn’t want to be found, so we couldn’t find them.”

“And now you’ve found them?”

“Not…Exactly…” she hedged. “Do you know Maynard Postelthwaites?”

“It doesn’t ring a bell. Sounds like a chemistry nerd.”

“Did you hear about the shooting this weekend?”

I shook my head. “I’ve been out of town since Friday. I assume Mr. Pocket Protector is involved?”

“You could say so. Some of the people responsible for the murders you were tied to tried to attack his…convoy…on Saturday. They got, to put it bluntly, fucked up.”

“One, that’s fantastic news, two, who is this Maynard guy? What does he have to do with anything?”

She shrugged. “I figured you guys knew each other, you run in kinky circles and you apparently had his address on your computer. He’s a big oil exec who lives out in the woods, travels with a heavily armed retinue. He looks kinda like Kevin Spacey, has a really hot blonde wife that rarely leaves their property. Ring any bells?”

“Dammit, that’s The Senator. He’s, he’s a guy I run into occasionally at meetups, Tori sold him some furniture a while back.” I snorted at the idea of the dignified man being named like a lab geek.

“He’s not a senator,” Deirdre told me pointedly. “In fact, he’s under investigation for using his money to hire hitmen and mercenaries outside the country. Probably the same ones that stepped up to defend him on Saturday.”

“And what does he have to do with all of this? I barely know the guy, Nina met him maybe once, James knew him a bit better, but not like, spent time with him, were best buds or anything.”

“There was one survivor of the attack on Postelthwaites’s caravan,” she continued. “The responding officers said it looked like something from Syria. We found one guy, started questioning him as soon as he was out of surgery. You left your laptop unlocked, Gary, and they’re pulling names off it and trying to kill anyone they think may have ‘defiled’ your friend Nina.”

“Those aren’t Gary’s names,” Tori interjected, a horrified look on her face. She sat down heavily in another kitchen chair. “They’re mine.”

“Your business,” I said.

Her voice escort kadıköy was quiet. “I shared your laptop cuz I didn’t want to shell out for a copy of Excel.”

“We think that your home invasion was the work of a couple members of this group. They’re growing bolder according to the one we have in the hospital. They started with that red paint on your door, and that out of town radical uncle keeps whipping them up to bigger fervor.”

“That would explain my cut brake lines”, I mused. “And my…oh fuck… They know about the cabin.” All the feeling of violation and danger I’d felt after the break-in came hurtling back.

“You have a cabin? Where?” Deirdre seemed shocked.

“My parents left it to my sister when they died. She gave it to me but it’s still in her name. That doesn’t make sense though, I don’t have that address in my computer, I’m sure of it. No one knows about it.”

“Wait, what are you talking about?” Deirdre looked confused.

“We spent December up north at the cabin,” Tori replied. “Someone sabotaged his snow mobile, he almost died.”

“Ok, so how did they know where it is? All they have is the laptop, if that wasn’t on it…”

I shrugged. “Nina knew. Sienna knows. I emailed one colleague at the college to come up for some hunting two years ago.”

Deirdre pulled out a notepad. “Name? We’ll go talk to him.”

“Dennis Everet. He’s an accounting professor. Back on topic. So these guys are dead or in the hospital. You were telling Tori we needed to run.”

“They’re not all dead or in the hospital. They’ve got probably ten to twelve left, and they have to know we’re connecting the dots after they botched that attack on Postelthwaite’s caravan. They’re still pissed they missed the two of you, and if they think we’re closing in…”

I glared at her.”We have jobs. Lives. This would be the second time the police have forced us to give those up. I’m not going anywhere just because you show up on my doorstep and say some radicals want me dead. Do you know how ludicrous that sounds? Almost as ludicrous as accusing us of fucking murder.”

“The fuck you’re not running,” the redhead growled. “Your friends were viciously murdered. I know because I was there. I saw what they’d gone through. I fucking SMELLED it. You don’t get to tell me your part-time piece of shit job is worth more than what I experienced. I will not do that again.” Her voice went quiet. “Not for you.”

“Ok, assuming you’re right, what do we do, witness protection?”

“You a witness to anything?”

“Fuck,” Tori breathed.

“Go to a hotel for the week. Find the tiniest town you can pick off a map, stay in a Motel Eight until the end of the week.”

“What happens then?”

“We’ll have them. We’ll get it out of the asshole we’ve got in the hospital, and we’ll put them in prison. Take a week off, and everything will be wrapped up by next Monday. I promise.”

I thought of Jessie, sitting in her rocket. “I can leave the state next week?”

“Yeah.”

I heaved out a sigh. “What about the cabin, can we go there?”

Deirdre shrugged. “If you think it’s safe. I mean, we have no idea if they were there, how they would’ve gotten the address. That was probably some bored kid messing with your snowmobile. We’re very confident they’re in Minneapolis right now, so yeah, going somewhere remote is a good idea. We have the makes and models of their vehicles, we’re on the lookout, if they try to leave the city, we’ll roll up on them.”

“What if we just stay here? Go to work tomorrow, sleep next to our guns, and wait.” Tori sounded small but resolute. Her golden brown skin had an ashen tone, and she reached out to grip my hand ferociously.

“They might not come for you. If they do, you’ll die. These sick fucks will kill you, no exceptions. They don’t fear death, they’ve got a lot of firepower, and they think you dishonored their family. That’s why they butchered three people on a highway in the center of town in December. They’re going to keep coming for you, keep killing, and if you think a couple of nine millimeters are going to stop them… You’re wrong. They will kill you. And it will be fucking ugly. For you two, especially ugly.”

I felt overwhelmed. My ears rang loudly, and the world seemed to narrow, like I was viewing it through the wrong end of binoculars. Someone wanted to kill me. Cause me unimaginable pain and then turn off the lights, end everything I was, like flipping a switch. It was brutal, disgusting knowledge of the basest kind, and I fought the sour taste of panic in my throat. “Ok,” I croaked. “We’ll go up north. But this had better be finished next week. We can’t live like this.”

Deirdre covered our hands with hers. “It will be. Hang on, I’ll be right back.” She left through the front door, and Tori and I looked at each other. The Latina seemed to have aged ten years since I’d walked in, and I reached out and stroked her cheek. It wrenched at my heart to see her afraid, in escort kartal pain. “We’re gonna be ok. I promise.”

She sucked in a breath, grinned feebly. “I know.”

The front door opened and I resisted the urge to dump a magazine through it. Deirdre, thank goodness. She held out a tan satchel, and I took it, started rifling through the contents. “It’s my bailout bag,” she explained. “I figured it’s the least I can do.”

The bag held a tourniquet, Glock nine-millimeter magazines, a knife, gauze, other first aid supplies. I smiled at her, stood and shook her hand. “Thanks. I appreciate it. You didn’t have to, not after the way I treated you last time.”

Bright moisture glittered on the corner of her eyes and she pulled me into a strong hug. “Just don’t tell anyone, ok? I’d lose my job, get in tons of trouble if they found out I spilled this.”

“You’re safe.”

Deirdre stepped back and smiled softly at me. “Go. Run. Please don’t die.” She lunged forward and kissed me awkwardly, then turned and practically fled out the front door.

I looked back at Tori. “Well. Shit.”

Sienna padded down the stairs, now clad in flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt, the clothes at odds with the makeup she hasn’t yet washed off. “Is it safe to come down?”

I sighed. “Yeah. How much did you hear?”

“All of it.” She ran over and gave Tori a quick hug and then wrapped herself around me. “You ok?”

I gently pushed her back. “Gonna be fine.” I checked my watch. “I’ve gotta call my boss before he goes to bed. Hang on.”

My mind raced as I dialed the bank managers phone number. What was going to happen with my job? What was I going to do about Sienna?

My boss was pissed that I called him at home and right before bed, but being a former army guy, he was fairly sensible about people being in danger, the details of which I danced around significantly. He remembered the situation under which I was hired, and promised I’d still have a job in two weeks, though the hours might not exactly what I wanted.

I hung up and sighed heavily, pressed my head to the wall. One crisis down, one more to go.

Sienna was downstairs, and every step down from my bedroom echoed through my mind like gunshots. Every footfall felt like a period, a full stop.

Finality.

The blonde looked up from where she was sitting at my desk, peering obsessively out through the shade. “Still have a job?”

“Yeah. For a while longer.”

That earned me a sad, nervous smile. “That’s good, at least.”

“It is. See…I –” I choked on the words. Why was this so hard? “I need you to go.”

“What?” Her voice was small.

“I need you to leave for a little bit. Out of state, preferably. Wisconsin, the Dakotas, hell, New Mexico would probably be a good choice. I don’t want you around in case this goes bad. In case…” I left the violence and death unsaid.

“No, I ain’t going anywhere.” Sienna stood, fists clenched at her sides, anger blazing in her eyes. Despite her fury, she looked…ridiculous – a model’s warpaint on a slim girl in her pajamas.

I laughed and it sounded dark. “The fuck you’re not. Around me is NOT safe right now, and I’m not going to be responsible for you getting hurt or dead. This is not a discussion.”

“You’re right its not a discussion. I’m not leaving. I’m with you. That’s my place.”

“This isn’t some bondage, power exchange bullshit situation, See. This is literally life and death and I refuse to risk your life or be the cause of your death. Your place is staying alive.”

“And I will. You heard that cop, they might not even know about the cabin. And besides, you can take care of us, you know how to shoot, so does Tori, she taught me.” The blonde’s voice was rising with anger and she’d started pacing.

“Yeah, I’m LEARNING to be pretty good. Tori WAS pretty good like half a year ago. You know which end is the pointy end. I, we, cannot protect you, and that is a risk I am not willing to take. Go upstairs, pack a bag, and get out of dodge. I’ll see you next week.”

“What about my life? My job? College? I’m just supposed to run away from that? What if its longer than a week? Start a new life in a new city because of some vague threat?”

“If that’s what it takes, yes! If that’s what you need to do to stay alive, absolutely! Do you even know what these sick fucks DID to…to my FRIENDS?” I’d advanced on her and my voice was approaching a shout.

“No…” Sienna looked up at me and she suddenly looked vulnerable. Hurt. Scared. Nearly a decade younger than me, barely out of her teens, and pulled into violence and terror most people can’t deal with. And she didn’t understand. How could she?

“They machine-gunned one man to death. Imagine all those rounds you fired up at the cabin, tearing through your skin, breaking your bones, shredding everything inside you. They stomped another guys head flat. Like American History X, crushed his face on the pavement until he wasn’t escort maltepe even recognizable as having a head. I’ve known those guys for years, grew up with one of them!”

Tears shown in Sienna’s eyes and she sat down on the couch with her hands over her ears. “Stop!” she screamed, and it sounded anguished.

I didn’t care. I had to explain, I had to hurt her until she got it, until she realized this wasn’t a game, this was life and bloody death. I dragged her up by her wrists, pinned her arms at her sides and shouted into her scared face. “Do you know what they did to Nina? What they do to women? They raped her. Dozens of times. And then they circumcised her and cut off her breasts, dug a knife into her flesh and sawed off everything that identified her body as a woman. They cut words into her skin as an insult and then they crushed her head. And they’d do it to you too. Because you’re not as modest as they think you should be, or they think god tells them to, or they just decided to regress to the fucking stone age. And I’m not fucking letting that happen to anyone else I know!”

Sienna collapsed against me and I held her as she sobbed. “I’m scared too,” I whispered. “But I can’t get free of this. You can. I have to face what’s coming because it’s coming for ME. Me and Tori. I’ll see you in another week and this will all be over. Everything can get back to normal.”

“I’m still not leaving you,” she whimpered into my chest. “I won’t do it.”

I pushed her away. Her face was puffy and wet from crying, makeup smeared over her skin from tears and pressing against my shirt. “Are you fucking stupid? Did you not hear anything I said?”

She straightened. Sniffed. Squared her shoulders at me and blinked away tears. “You can’t just throw me away. I’m WITH you.”

“See, I’m not — “

“I fucking saved your life!” She screamed at me. “Twice! You’re my master, you own me. I belong to you. I… I love you…”

Oh.

Dammit.

Suddenly a lot of shit came into focus. The constant attention she’d given me in school, her insistence on a relationship — any kind of relationship — to the point where she’d do anything she thought would please me, Hazel’s revelation of an abusive boyfriend, hell, the way she’d controlled the action all weekend.

She was obsessed with me. She probably thought she loved me, probably rationalized it that way. She wanted what she wanted, and the fuck with everything else.

I had a sudden flash of Sienna sitting in her apartment with bandaged ribs and a bruised face, Hazel side loading Selector onto her phone, her searching for all the things she wanted to try sexually and finding me, coming to the realization that I was within her orbit and unlikely to be abusive or immature.

And I’d gone along with it. At first, because it was fun. Because there was a spark.

And then later, I’d gone along with it well after the spark had guttered and died, because I was trying to…I was trying to make her my new Tori, because I’d been comfortable and I didn’t want anything to change.

I’d given this obsessive, manipulative, messy girl hope because I couldn’t accept my life the way it was now. Because I wanted things to go back to the way they were. And she’d given me that, in her own way.

Fuck me.

I knew I should be pissed at her for manipulating me, but I only really cared that she was in danger. The fact that she’d been trying to — and succeeding at — controlling our relationship was secondary.

Mostly I was pissed at myself. But right now that didn’t matter.

I tried to smile, tried to relax, tried to find some softness and sympathy. “And we’ll talk about that. But if you really do love me, if you think I protect you and take care of you, then you need to go. As far as you can get and then farther. Please. I need you to.”

“No. My place is with you. I go where you go.”

“You really think you’re my property? That I’m in charge? Then do what I fucking say.”

She shook her head. “You can beat me until I cry, but I’m gonna disobey you on this one.”

“Fine then. You want this lifestyle so bad, maybe you’ll understand this. Pineapple.” I didn’t want to say it. The word sounded like it was ground out of me, forced past jagged rocks in my throat.

I had to take back control. And this was the only way.

Confusion crossed Sienna’s beautiful, messy face. “What? What are you talking about?”

“That’s the safeword, remember. Yours and mine. Someone says it, the scene stops. Or the relationship. Everything. I’m done. Walking away.”

“You’re… What?” Sienna swayed in place like she was dazed.

“Get out of here. We’re done. Over. I’m not gonna be in a relationship — of any kind — with someone who doesn’t respect me, manipulates me, doesn’t take care of themselves. So it’s time for you to go.” The words left a void in my gut and a burning sensation around my heart.

“You’re not serious. You’re not gonna leave me.” She didn’t look like she believed me, or was afraid to.

“No, you’re gonna leave me. Leave this house. Pack what you need, come back in a week, grab everything else. We’re through.” I headed upstairs, found her duffel bag in the closer, started loading it up with sensible looking clothes.

“Gary, wait. Let’s talk about it. Please…” She stood against the doorway, looking deflated and wrecked.

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Authors Note:

This is one of 26 stories in this series. Each is a standalone story with unique characters and actions. They can be read in any order since they do not have any plot points in common.

Warning:

This story contains adult content including exhibitionism, bondage, domination, public sex, and more. If this is not your kind of smut, please find another story.

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Ch. 01 Breaking Through

“Neat n Naked…where our girls suck better than Hoovers. How can we help you?” Came the deep throaty voice that always seemed to answer the phone, no matter the time of day or location of the caller.

“Good evening. First, I’m glad that this number I got is real. Second, I’m calling on behalf of my brother. I’m not sure where to begin so I’ll just explain why I’m calling. My brother got out of a relationship after he moved to your area, and he hasn’t been able to get over her. I think he’s still hung up on his ex and isn’t playing the field as I figured he would after moving to a new city. I think he could use your services to kick start his life in his new city. Is this something your team can help him with?”

“Oh yes sir, we are for real. We’ve been asked to soothe broken hearts many times. Whether or not we were successful or not is open for interpretation, but our girls do try,” The voice of the service clears her throat, “So tell me about your brother, his likes dislikes fetishes, and I’ll find him, someone, to make him happy, even if it’s only for a few hours.”

“Well, that’s just it. My brother is a private person, always has been. I think that’s why he moves as often as he does and goes through relationships like he does: he doesn’t let anyone too close. As for his preferences, he does prefer petite women. He’s over six feet tall, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him with a woman over five-six. He has a thing for Asian woman, and last time I helped him move, I accidentally discovered a box fill or restraints, and gags, and other bondage gear.”

“So a petite Asian female who likes bondage, for a broken-hearted, private, man who keeps his sexual, and personal life quiet. The only question I have is, does he tie-up, or get tied up,” The voice asked.

“I once borrowed his computer, and he had porn with both men, and woman being tied up, he is a lot like two face on Batman. He presents the stereotypical stolid repressed businessman persona to the outside world, but his favorite comedy routine is George Carlins Seven Words. His last girlfriend could pass for a CEO but at a pool party I saw several tattoos and a few piercings.”

“That helps,” she says anything else you can think of?”

“He doesn’t know I’m calling you. I’m not sure how to even begin this conversation with him. Part of him being so private is that he’s also highly suspicious of people’s motives. If some new woman shows up, and just throws himself at him, he’ll think something is up before just enjoying it for what it is. I hope this isn’t too complicated for you.”

“Not at all. I think I’ve found a few girls he would like. Usually, we try to narrow the choices to no more than three. Is there anything else you can think of? Is he Bi, with the dichotomy you describe…”

“I don’t think so. His porn collection had lesbian but not gay porn, so I doubt it.”

The voice sighs, “Okay I have two pretty good matches, who have several openings…,” she giggles, “…over the next week.”

The callers phone dings, and when he looks at the screen he sees he has two new messages. He opens the first…

A picture opens of a beautiful Asian woman wearing a short silk black kimono. Her hair is up in a bun but appears to be long. Her legs are long, but a little on the skinny side. On the top right of the picture is a list of her personal details…

Emiko

24

5’4″

110

32B-20-33

On the bottom right there was some text…

Emiko is an all American girl raised in the US, by Americanized parents of Japenese descent. She has her tongue, and belly pierced, but no tats. She prefers to be dominated but can dominate as well. She has formal Geisha training and loves roleplay.

He opens the second image…

There’s a picture of a different girl. She is wearing a leopard-print camisole, and matching panties. The camisole is open at the naval, showing a large diamond stud in her belly button. She has reddish-brown hair with blondish highlights and dark roots. The hair is free-hanging curls down to her breasts. She has long yet skinny legs, Her face is round and beautiful with alabaster skin.

The top right of her photo had her vitals…

Akako “Kay”

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Akako is originally from Japan. She came here to study and for freedom. She is a bi switch with few limits, three piercings, and one well-hidden tattoo.

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The voice on the line paused, as she waited artvin escort for the caller to review the profiles she sent. as the caller reviewed the information on the two women.

“Hmmm, tough call. I mean they both sound like what he would need. Emiko has the right personality but Akako is definitely what he’d be attracted to physically. I don’t know which would be better for helping him get back in the game…,” The voice trailed off, going silent in thought again.

“If you want my opinion, I would go for personality. If you want him to start living life again, someone who is good looking will be a distraction, but a good personality may help him to open, and help him find his way back.”

The voice came back on after a slight pause for thought over the scheduler’s words, “You make a good point. Akako might just bring up old feelings for his ex with a body like hers. I think Emiko will be just what he needs to give him a kick in the pants. Thank you much. As for scheduling, will your service be able to accommodate a Thursday late afternoon appointment? His new job has him working the vampire shift so he’s asleep during the day and off most of the late half of the week.”

“The clack of a keyboard comes over the phone. It’s all set, come Thursday four pm she’ll be at his place, and take care of him.”

“Fantastic. Thank you so much. I’ll call him, and let him know that I got him his housewarming gift finally.”

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It was a typical Thursday. Jon was up at about 3:15 pm, showered, and shaved by 3:45, and waiting on his couch at 3:55 pm. He would have slept in a bit longer, but his brother said he was sending a maid around to help get his place cleaned up, and settled in. Normally, he would have scoffed at his brother; their mother prided herself on keeping an immaculate home and passed that on to her boys. Jon thought as he waited. He scanned his new house, frowning at what he saw.

Between moving, and working a schedule that wore him out, he had let things slip. There were still empty boxes strewn about, there were piles of debris that needed to be swept up, and most of his furniture required dusting. He told himself that it was his schedule, but deep down he knew he was lying to himself. It was because of her.

Jon was kept from wallowing in painful reminiscence when there was a knock at the door. Checking his watch he saw that the maid was punctual. ‘Hmmph, 4 pm on the nose.’ he thought as he opened the door wearing some loose shorts, and a comical t-shirt, his typical off day attire.

“Yes?” He asked, barely registering who was on the porch as he was still glancing back into the house.

Emiko was wearing a short jean skirt, ankle socks, and sneakers, with a low cut tank top showing more than a hint of cleavage. “Hi, I’m Emiko. I’m here to clean for you, a gift from your brother, I believe.” She smiled shyly at him, offering her hand.

Jon turned toward the voice. It sounded a little more bubbly than he expected. As he took her in, he noted how she was dressed, and a slightly arched eyebrow. Still, it wasn’t in him to be rude, and he took her tiny hand in his.

“Yes, as he explained it to me, he thought I could use someone to look after my place since I’ve been too busy to do it myself. Please, won’t you come in.”

Jon stepped back, holding the door open, and gesturing for Emiko to enter. Once she was in, he closed the door behind her and joined her in the living room.

“Right, so I don’t know if you brought your supplies or this is just an initial visit to see what you’ll need for the actual cleaning, but this…” He paused and gestured to her outfit. “Doesn’t look like a cleaning outfit, if you don’t mind me saying.”

Jon waited, curious about her answer.

“Well, to be honest, there is a uniform we are supposed to wear. However, it’s a bit embarrassing to wear in public. If there’s a place I can change, I would appreciate it. Then I can get started on making this place immaculate.”

Jon tilted his head at the mention of a uniform. ‘How could a cleaning outfit be embarrassing?’ he thought, but his curiosity got the better of him. He’d take a look, and if this wasn’t above board he’d get rid of her, manners be damned.

“I see. Apologies. If you’ll go down that hall…” Jon turned and pointed to a hallway to their left. “The second door on your left will be the bathroom. There should be plenty of room to change in there. When you return we can discuss what the priorities are.”

Jon stepped back, giving Emiko plenty of room to move past him. As she did, he watched how she walked. When his brother called about a cleaning service, he was dubious; this wasn’t the usual sort of thing he’d get as a housewarming present. Now, that present was here. It was time to figure out what his brother was up to.

She smiled as she moved past him, ‘accidentally’ rubbing her tits on his chest. She went into the bathroom and closed the aydın escort door. Several minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and a naked Emiko walked out carrying her clothes. “I guess you can now see why the uniform is embarrassing.” She said standing in front of him letting him look at her smooth skin.

Jon’s face showed disapproval immediately as she walked out completely naked. “Okay, what the hell is this? You’re not a maid, are you?”

Jon turned from her to give her some small amount of respect. He didn’t wait for her answer though and kept talking, mostly to himself. “My stupid brother thinks I’m depressed over my ex, so he hires a call girl to…”

Jon turned his head slightly but still avoided looking at naked woman standing inside his personal space. “Look, I’ll pay you for your time, and you can be on your way. I have a phone call, and an angry conversation to deal with.”

She walks up to him and placed her hand on his arm. “Yes, I am a maid.” She hands him a business card. “The service is called Neat N’ Naked. We do clean, but we do it naked. Some girls do more than just clean, but it’s not required. On average only about four to six percent of our clients want more than a pretty girl dusting shelves. I’m not embarrassed to be seen naked, so look all you want. Besides once I got here there are no refunds, and your brother did pay a lot of money for my time,” She stood there looking up at him, caressing his arm gently waiting for him to speak.

Jon turned slightly, and took the card, looking at the name on it. Sure enough, the service was called “Neat N’ Naked”. As he looked up, he had to admit that she looked like something out of his fantasies. Her petite body looked like she had been carved out of marble like a Greek statue. Her pert breasts and hourglass waist made him reconsider for a moment, but if he wanted sex, he would have gone out, and gotten it. He just wasn’t ready, or so he told himself.

He pocketed the card since she had no pockets in her “uniform”. He sighed, he did need some help getting his place organized.

“Alright…,” he sighs in annoyance, and resignation, “Since he’s already paid for your time, and you are a maid, though a bit underdressed, you may as well stay, and help me straighten up. Start here…,” He gestured to the living room, “Then the bathroom, and kitchen. If there’s time left after that…” He turned and walked through an arch that had been to the right of the living room. On the other side of the wall from the living room, in my home office, and the dining room on the far side of the kitchen.”

Emiko noticed a heavy-duty door with a deadbolt on it. She also noticed Jon didn’t say anything about it. “As you wish…sir.” She said meekly. Walking into the living room she bent over at the waist pointing her ass right at Jon as she began to neatly stack up the books, and magazines on his coffee table. Looking over her shoulder, she asked: “Is there anything, in particular, you would like me to take care of for you?”

At the word sir, Jon felt his mask slip, the mask he had spent years perfecting. The one he used to keep control of himself, and strangers at bay. For a fleeting instant, the real Jon broke free, but he recovered so quickly that Emiko didn’t see anything.

When she bent over, Jon couldn’t help but steal a look at her heart-shaped ass, as he shook his head in response, then realizing she wasn’t looking at him, he responded, “No, nothing specific. I just hope you’re thorough. I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be in my office if you need me.” Averting his eyes as he headed to his office, and away from temptation.

If he was going to hide in his office, and avoid her, she wouldn’t stand a chance of doing what the client hired her to do. As he turned away, inspiration struck the young woman. “Does Emiko displease Master? Is Master unhappy with Emiko’s body?” She asked kneeling with her legs spread open, and her hands palm up resting on her thighs.

Jon stopped and put his hand on the door jamb to steady himself. Her words had cut through his defenses and hit a primal nerve underneath. He didn’t turn right away; he took a moment to settle himself and drew a few breaths to replace his mask.

Once he had control, Jon looked over his shoulder. His heart lept into his throat when he saw Emiko in the Nadu position. It accentuated her perky breasts, tipped with nipples that ached to be sucked. A long slow breath tamed his more basic urges as he spoke. “What did you say?”

That’s not what he meant to ask, but it slipped out just the same. “I mean, why would that matter?” He said, trying to maintain his earlier attitude, “Your body, as nice as it is, as no bearing on how good of a maid you are.”

“Does Master not wish to watch this one, in case she… does something that requires correction from Master? Master must ensure that this one is an obedient, and worthy worker for him.”

Jon turned fully to look at her kneeling balıkesir escort submissively in the middle of his living room. If she lifted her chin, she would see a glint in his eye. A spark that hadn’t been there in a long time. He steps forward, letting his mask slip a little, his voice changed it was more insistent and less genial. “Sounds like you’ve already been broken in. I’m sure you were taught obedience,” He spoke, trying to stop her from taking him down that path, a path that he hadn’t traveled for so long, he forgot how beautiful it was. He just wasn’t sure he wanted it like this or did he?

“This one was taught to provide her Master with what he needs, even if the Master is unsure or doesn’t know what it is he needs. Let this one give you what you truly desire, Master.”

Jon felt a great aching need rise inside of him at her words. There was a part of him that refused to admit his brother was right. His desires fought with his refusal to let his brother win when the part of him he kept locked in a cage reminded him how rare it was to find a beautiful Asian woman that would submit to him so quickly, and completely. He wrestled with his conflicting emotions and decided on a compromise. He walked into the living room and sat down in his armchair. Bringing his hand up to his chin, he looked like a completely different person. He was more confident, self-assured, and in control. His eyes flashed observing every detail.

“Return to your cleaning. If you need correction, I will provide that correction.” His voice was different as he looked at her. This was the “real” Jon.

“As Master commands, this one obeys,” Emiko said softly, then she stood up in a smooth, and fluid motion. Once she was on her feet, she picked up an empty coffee cup which slipped from her fingers, and fell, Jon saw her lose her grip on the cup,

he reached out and tried to catch it, but it was too far away, and springing from a seated position in the chair took too long. They both watched as the mug hit the floor, handle first, and shattered into as many pieces os Jon’s heart when his ex left him.

He looked at the shattered mug, then at the naked woman. He stood up, and stepped close to her, forcing her to crane her neck to look up at him. He speaks sternly but quietly, “This leaves me with a question: was that intentional? If breaking that mug was an accident, then you’re having a bad day, and we can go from there. But if you did that on purpose, then you can leave now. I don’t know if I can trust you.” He stood there, watching to see how she reacted.

“This one’s clumsiness was not intentional Master.” She said looking up at him, her eyes pleading for him to believe her. “The greatest gift this one can give her Master is her honesty. How can this one prove, to Master, she is worthy of his trust?’ She fought off a little smile as she watched his erect cock jump every time she said, Master.

“Come with me…” he said, not bothering to look behind him as he walked to the heavy locked door she saw earlier. Reaching inside his shirt, he pulled out a lanyard with a single key hanging from it. He used the key in the lock and pushed the pocket door into the wall. As Jon walked into the room, the motion sensors kicked the lights on, bathing the room in a soft amber glow.

Emiko knew that tone well. It brokered no argument and required no response from one properly trained to serve. She followed him through the house to the door. Once he opened the door, she stepped into the room and was impressed. She had suspected a stereotypical home dungeon with a few pieces of bondage apparatus.

Instead, she found a professionally decorated room in a Far East motif, mostly Japenese. The bed was low to the floor, with a curtained canopy. As Emiko looked around, she noticed the paintings on the walls were watercolors from the Edo period, including her favorite piece, Geisha. It always reminded her of her grandmother who was a professional Geisha.

Jon watched as she looked around the tastefully decorated room, remembering the arguments he had with the contractor when he was building this room, soundproofing, hidden compartments, decorative rings strategically hanging from the ceiling, and walls, and reinforced ceiling studs. He was sure the contractor took the blueprints to the local PD, and he was listed in a file as a potential serial killer.

Jon watched as Emiko walked all around the room, looking at the art, and decorations, but not noticing the disguised purpose of the room. While she examined the room, he stepped around her, and opened a drawer in one of the pieces of furniture, removing some restraints.

“Arms behind your back, and try to grab each elbow with the hand of the opposite arm.” He watched as she immediately assumed the position he asked for.

Hearing his command, she assumed the familiar position with ease. Once her arms were secured, the familiarity caused her juices to flow freely and started to quiver in excitement.

Jon wrapped two full-wrists bracers on her. Then, he clipped them together using all three metallic spring-loaded clips. He walked around to look in her eyes. “On to the center of the bed, face-up,” he spoke almost dispassionately as he delivered his commands. Without waiting to see if she would obey, he opened a hidden door and walked into the side room.

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brat wakes up finding her Master already up and out of bed, looks around the bedroom to see it empty. she doesn’t hear any water running or hear any movement in the bathroom as well.

“Master. ummm, You in the bathroom?”

No answer.

brat pushes back the covers and eases herself out of bed. she walks towards the bathroom noticing the door slightly opened. she opens the door and peers in. “hmmmmm,” she thinks, “not in here.” she walks towards the opened door of the bedroom and calls for Tau.

“Master…. uumm…. You here?” she waits for an answer and again none is heard. “oh well, He must have gone out,” she said to herself.

brat rushes to her dresser and takes out what she planned to wear for the day and heads quickly into the bathroom. she quickly jumps into the shower turning on the water. after it becomes warm enough she bathes and washes her hair.

“mmm…. better hurry. no time to dawdle,” she mutters to herself. just as quickly as she got into the shower brat gets out with a towel around her hair and then takes another to quickly dry off. she combs out her hair, blows it dry, and then quickly curls the ends with a curling iron. she repeats with quickness all else that needs to be done to get dressed and out of the house.

just as she finishes tying her shoes, she hears footsteps crossing over the threshold into the bedroom. brat looks up to see Tau looking down at her with a sly grin on His face.

“Going somewhere honey?” Tau drawls out slowly.

“ummmm… was thinking about it Master,” brat answers trying to avoid the question.

“Oh, really?” He says with quizzical tone. “And what does “kind of” exactly mean?”

“well Master, You weren’t here and i called out and there was no answer,” brat answers hoping that will suffice.

“Good try brat, but try again. A little closer to the mark. Hmmmm brat, or do You want me to interpret the answer for you?”

“no no, t..t..that’s okay Master. ummm… kind of as in i wanted to get what i needed to pick up at the store before You had gotten home so i wouldn’t waste any of our time together,” brat says thinking. yeah, that’s a good excuse, the time factor.

“You mean hoping that you would get done before I would get home in hoping I wouldn’t realize that you had left,” Tau says adjusting the explanation to the truth.

“oh gosh, no Master!” brat exasperates with an honest inflection of innocence.

Tau smiles slightly but moves forward with His inquisition. “Ahhh, I see. But you know how I so much enjoy running errands with you. And you do know that that is part of our time together. A time that I feel well spent and not wasted brat. Have I not told you that before?”

brat looks away from Tau fumbling for an answer so He won’t see the desperation in her eyes. She quickly looks back as she speaks. “Yes Master, but without You here and You having planned that the two of us going out later to meet friends for dinner, well, time has become short.”

Tau walks towards brat. He reaches the bed and sits down beside her. “brat, haven’t I always made time before. I’ve either called our friends to tell them that we’ll be arriving shortly or I have helped You enough with whatever that we’ve had plenty of time to finish and get ready for later. Now tell me, why were You in such a hurry. Hmmmmm?”

brat looks up at Tau and knows there are no more plausible answers for this discussion and sighs. “because Master, when we do run our errands together, by the time we are finished i don’t want to go out to meet our friends later. You have me so frustrated with how You tease me when we go out that all i want to do is stay home and beg for more of the same. but You manage to make sure that it isn’t until quite later that evening to resume the teasing that You started earlier in the day,” brat finishes, with a pout gracing her lips.

“Hmmm honey,” Tau says looking straight ahead and then turning to brat, “do you remember what happened the last time You left home without me?”

brat stiffens on the bed as He releases the last words from His question. she quickly turns to face Him only to notice His eyes searching hers. “oh my gawd,” she thinks, “how could i forget!” she tries to turn her face away before He can read the truth in her eyes but He catches her chin in His hand. Too late! He knows that she can’t forget. “yes Master, i remember very clearly what happened that day,” she replies directly looking at Him. Hopefully the loud thumping of her heartbeat isn’t giving her away.

“That blushing color is so nice on you brat, it must bring back very pleasant thoughts,” He says as He releases her. “Why don’t you tell me exactly what memories you recall honey. In explicit details.”

brat feels her face flushing, the room getting warm. “but Master, really, if You want to run these errands together, let me finish getting ready as You desire a girl to and then we can go,” brat replies as she starts to rise off the bed. she can’t get karabük escort out of this situation fast enough. hopefully this once He’ll let the matter slide. at least until later.

“brat, sit back down. Unless you’d like to re-enact the entire memory which is perfectly fine with me,” Tau finishes grinning at brat.

brat starts to speak but all that she manages sounds like a gurgle. “n-n-noooo Master. You are quite right. we have plenty of time so that i can explain what You’d like to hear.” Damn it!!! always backed into a corner of my own doing. but at least not backed into His corner of re-enactment.

“I’m waiting brat, unless you’ve changed your mind and would rather play out the entire scene instead.”

“okieeesssssss Master. i’m just trying to remember exactly where to start,” brat fumbles while she wrings her hands and looks nervously up at Tau.

“Why don’t you start with when you came home and I heard a sigh of relief from you as you thought I was still out of the house and not just out of the shower, brat. That sounds like a wonderful place for you to start.” Tau takes brat’s hands between His and brings them up to His lips. Gently He kisses the insides of both palms. “Gosh honey, are you a little squirmish, you’re palms are slightly moist.” As He leans into brat, kissing her softly on the ear, He whispers to her, “As well as I’m sure something else is becoming as you envision what you are about to tell me.”

brat takes in a quick breath of air as her Master’s comment sends a shiver down her spine. she lets out a deep sigh of defeat as she starts to describe the story that is forever branded into her memory.

brat reluctantly starts to explain the episode bit by bit as she remembers it.

“well Master,” brat starts as she pulls back her hands from her Master, “i came home and went into the kitchen to first put all the groceries away. i placed all the stuff in the frig that was suppose to go in there and then turned around to put the rest of the things in the cupboard. and that’s when i noticed Your coffee cup in the sink. i knew i saw the one before i left to go, but then i noticed a second one in the sink. i started to stare at it thinking ‘oh no’ and then before i could think anymore i turned and saw You standing in the doorway of the kitchen.”

“Uh huh, brat,” Tau drawled out with a slight smile. “And if you could have seen the expression on your face, it was priceless! Go ahead brat,” He urged with a mocking laugh, “continue.”

“all i remember is looking at You still damp from the shower with a towel wrapped around Your waist looking at me to say ‘ well brat, looks like you have some paying up to do’. i tried to speak but You just shook Your head and i knew that there wasn’t anything i could have said any ways after that point.”

“You told me to stop putting away things and walk over to You. i did and then You told me how disappointed You were that i left to run errands without You. i remember how my heart sank as You asked me if You told me to always wait for You no matter how long i had to wait for You to come back home. i nodded. i started to open my mouth to explain but You just put a finger up to Your lips motioning me to be still yet again. You continued saying that anything could wait be it running out to the store or any other plans that we had made for later.

” ‘Nothing couldn’t be changed except the fact that i left without You, isn’t that right?’ You asked.”

“again i nodded, this time not even trying to speak. i glanced towards the floor, hoping that this was all i had to take was Your lecture.”

” ‘Good,’ You said, ‘I’m glad we both agree that you need to be taught the concept of waiting.’ at that point i looked up directly into Your eyes and saw You looking at me with Your mouth turned up in a grin. the grin that i know means that this is far from over. i looked at the clock on the wall realizing that it was getting late since i had already done all the house work that had to be accomplished for the day while i was waiting for Your return. deciding that You were gone until later in the day, i had ran out hoping that i was right. ‘Besides,’ You added, interrupting my defeated thoughts and looking at the time, dismissing it as an irrelevant factor to discussing this, ‘do you think that I would not have noticed that You didn’t go out? Granted you may stop on the way home from work to avoid as many frustrating times that I do make you endure, but brat, I watch very carefully what occurs with you. You are my property and anything worth owning,’ You said as You stroked my hair then lightly caressed my lips with Your fingers, ‘must always be carefully supervised.’ ”

“i groaned at this point as i knew that You had something up Your sleeve that would make me remember this day for a very, very long time. You then bent down to kiss me softly and i was mildly but pleasantly confused at that gesture. usually when i know i am in osmaniye escort trouble You continue to look at me with disappointment, however this time was different. it was as if You left and stayed gone for a great length of time hoping i would do as exactly as i did. i remember wrapping my arms around Your neck and kissing You back as i moved closer into Your body. that’s when You pulled away as quickly as You started the embrace. again i looked at You searchingly confused about Your motives. then You started making them quite clear to me.”

” ‘Hmmmmm, waiting, isn’t that what your lesson is to be about today, honey? Waiting for Your Master that loves to assist and help you instead of you going out on your own?’ You asked as You started to lead me into the bedroom.”

” ‘yes Master,’ i replied confused at that time. ‘and i often do wait Master.’ ”

” ‘Dear heart, I am not talking about denial,’ You said as You stood so closely behind me. ‘This is in regards to how much i missed an opportunity to be with you this morning, to watch you as I enjoy my pleasure with you, to watch you struggle as I know you do when I control the toy i choose for you to wear when we go out, to watch you squirm when we are checking out, you trying to keep your composure. You cheated me of all that wonderful pleasure today brat. But I’m sure that you’d love to make it up to me now, wouldn’t you brat?’ how i remember You saying my name over and over again, keeping my attention focused on You so well, making me as uncomfortable as i could possibly become in a short amount of time. all i could do is look at You and nod and say ‘yes Master’. of course i knew i was sealing my fate, but i replied knowing that there was no real escape either, as You replied ‘good girl, that’s exactly what I thought.’ ”

” ‘Get undressed brat’, You said as You still stood behind me. ‘I want you to know how much easier it is to wait for me to come home than it will be for you right now as I derive my pleasure that you cheated me of.’ i started to move over to the bed but You grabbed my arm and said ‘right here brat, I will steady you if require it.’ i kicked off my shoes, then unzipped my jeans pushing them down over my hips, bending over to pull them off. i slipped off my socks as i felt You slip Your hands into my panties and pushing them down as You purposely let Your hands caress my skin, making me tingle with anticipation. they were soon removed as well while You dragged Your hands back up between my thighs lightly grazing between my legs and stroking me until i stood back up. i sighed at Your touch. i then pulled of my top letting it drop to where the other clothes were already laying as You undid my bra. You pushed it forward and reached around stepping closer to me while at the same time dropping Your towel upon the clothes. i felt Your body against mine as i leaned back into You taking in the fresh scent left from Your shower. Your fingers lightly pinched my nipples as i released my arms from the bra straps and letting that fall to the floor directly in front of me. i moved my hips against You feeling Your cock pushing into my ass as i leaned my head back, savoring the exploration of Your hands upon my breasts making me moan with desire.”

” ‘Enjoy your last moans brat, as from this point forward you are not to make a sound or move while i touch you. You are to wait until i tell you to move, speak, or make another sound,’ You explained while i made one last whimper hearing Your demand. ‘Nod if you understand what I am asking brat.’ i nodded as i quickly let a moan of frustration become just a breath of expelled air. Your instructions that followed were to always keep my eyes on You unless You kissed me, that was the only time i was able to close them. any question that You asked was a time that i was able to speak although no moans, vocalized sighs, or whimpers were to be included. You included that i was not able to touch You back in any way, including a kiss. You ended by moving around in front of me and finally telling me that if any of these demands were violated then i was to be punished by only taking a five minute shower every day for the next month and only using cool water. ‘Nothing drastic brat, just something i know you would hate to have taken away,’ You stated matter of factly. You watched me intently as i wanted to cry out ‘no!’ so badly, but instead with all my strength just stood there in front of You. ‘ Very good brat, I see that you do understand the importance of your lesson to be learned. Now, do you realize how much pleasure you took away from me today, brat?’ You asked as i watched You start to move closer to me, raising a hand to caress my breast, inching Your fingers up to my neck, letting it stop to feel my pulse. ‘This is your time to speak brat, as I’ve asked you a question,’ You reminded me as i effortly struggled against my situation. ‘yes Master, i do and i am so sorry,’ i replied with my voice cracking.”

“i noticed marmaris escort the solemn expression on Your face as You accepted my apology. ‘I know you are brat, but I had to point that out to you instead of you asking me to join you today.’ You pause to watch my reaction before You continued. ‘And i noticed how your heart is beating brat. It is not going to become any easier as I enjoy my pleasure now while you struggle. Try to relax and just focus on what I have asked of you. It will be much easier for you,’ You finish as You lean in to kiss me and let Your hand trail down my body slowly across my breast, down my belly, down to my pussy where You stop to explore. i remember feeling so trapped inside myself, not being able to move closer into You or kiss You back, all i wanted to do was whimper. and even this was off limits so that i just took in deeper breaths of air to compensate for the feelings i could not express. Your lips repeatedly kissed me as they moved to my jaw line as they teased me upwardly to my ear. ‘Tell me you love me brat,’ You whispered demandly.”

” ‘oh my gawd’, i thought to myself. ‘He doesn’t ask a question yet He demands a response.’ i hesitated to answer as i hear You whisper into into my ear, ‘I will never punish you for you claiming your love for me, never brat. That is a promise that you may always count on, honey,’ ”

” ‘yes Tau, i love You with all of my heart,’ i answered, my voice choking off a moan of desire before it can escape.”

“i felt the reward of my answer, as well as the sweet punishment, as You entered my pussy with Your fingers. ‘You are so wet brat, it’s a good thing i didn’t include that your pussy was not to give away how aroused you are when I touch you,’ You added with a faint chuckle. how i wanted to smack You for such a comment! here You were enjoying my torment and joking about how wet i was from Your touch. then i thought to myself this was nothing new as it never took more than a mere few minutes whenever You stood close by or gave me a simple caress. but then to state the obvious at such a time was so infuriating, just as You planned.”

brat pauses from telling her story. she notices when explaining each detail as she remembered how they occurred, Tau seems to take note of each item. she stops retelling the event and makes a little face at Tau

“brat, that is not the end, why have you stopped?” Tau asks as if brat just stopped a major program downloading into His computer.

“because, Master,” brat answers stubbornly, “You are taking advantage of how i retell this!!! why don’t i just go get You a pad of paper and a pencil for You while i’m at it. that way You can just jot down stuff without worrying what You might miss while enjoying Yourself at the same time, You big meanie butt!!!

Tau looks at brat and grins. “Quit stalling brat, well, unless You want me to finish it for you by actually doing the rest, of course,” He says looking at her with a wry smile.

“ummmm…. no Sir, i’ll continue,” brat says with a sigh.

“Funny, that’s what I thought you’d say brat,” Tau replies smuggly. brat continues wondering why she thought that idea would work. useless to try anything else at this point as she continues to recall what transpired that fateful day.

“i continued to feel You teasing me as i stood still as i possibly could thinking that at any time i would give way, failing in what You had ordered. However You seemed to not want this to end in that way. i remember how You started to ask me questions to get my mind off the actual task at hand, shifting the focus.”

” ‘brat, how does this make you feel?’ ” You asked looking at me. You looked directly at me knowing that this was part of the game You had planned. i had to be always looking at You no matter what was occurring and that was the part i had found so difficult, keeping eye contact with You during this time of questioning. You seemed to know what i would hate the most and using that to bind me instead of any physical binds themselves. ‘well brat, are you going to answer? you finally have a time to speak and should be happy that i give you such an opportunity to do so, don’t you think?’ You finished asking knowing this was as excruciating as the silence itself.’ i felt myself wanting to look away as badly as i wanted to move, however i kept my gaze on You as now the silence seemed to become more deafening as You waited. ‘brat, I’m going to give you a few more seconds to answer so I would advise you do so!’ ”

“i fumbled as an infant fumbles to grasp at an object that it knows it cannot hold. ‘ Master, i, ummm, i feel, well, i cannot talk while You torment me so!’ i answered in all honesty. slowly i felt You take Your thumb to my clit and caress it back and forth while You still continued to gaze into my eyes, as if You were trying to wait for me to cry out or weaken at the knees. either one seemed to be such a good possibility at the moment as You continued to stroke the inside of my pussy with Your fingers and continually moved lightly across my clit repeatedly.”

” ‘Then I suggest that you put your torment into words brat as I will not lessen my touching of you! It is what I desire to do. I will give you one last opportunity to speak before I change my mind,’ You promised, as all i could do was keep my breathing from turning into whimpering sobs.”

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I walked from the bathroom into the room. You had told me to take a shower after our session had ended. I was drying off and watching you. Apparently, you’d decided to rest.

I watched you sleeping. I admired every inch of your sexy body. Feeling my pussy getting damp, my desire for you is still so intense. I struggle with my thoughts. I want to touch you take your cock into my mouth. Should I rouse my Master? Or, do I let him rest?

My lust wins. I move to the edge of the bed and without using my hands, I take your flaccid cock into my mouth. Gently sucking and pulling it farther into my hot mouth. After a few moments I can feel it stirring, stiffening and I suck it harder, tugging it into the back of my throat as it becomes more erect.

Then I feel your entire body tense up, your hand covers the entire expanse of the back of my head and shoves down, at the same moment you thrust up shoving your cock to the back of my throat, gagging me. I take a deep breath in through my nose and relax my throat. As you withdraw I try to look at you, you prohibit eye contact by shoving my face back down and again thrusting in.

“Mmm, are you nice and clean for me Slave?”

“Yes Master, as you ordered. clean and smooth pussy and ass”

“Swing your ass around… I am going to lick your pussy. Suck my cock… Suck it and don’t stop unless you’re in distress”

We situated ourselves on the bed. Your head was on a pillow. I kicked my legs over and moved back until I could feel your hot breath against my now completely wet pussy. I began stroking your cock, pulling the foreskin down to get a good look at the perfect head shiny and ready for my mouth. I felt you spreading my ass cheeks, kneading them.

“Now Slut!”

I dropped my head down, plunging your cock completely into my mouth. I began my rhythmic steady assault, very little hands. Spinning my tongue around the head then sliding down about half way, sucking, closing the sides of my mouth around it as tight as I could. I pull back and then breathe deep and lunge down, attempting to deep throat. I keep up this pace in anticipation. Waiting anxiously halfway terrified of what you will do.

Your breath is steady; you pull down on my ass, moving my pussy closer. I feel myself clenching. Aching to feel your tongue on my clit. I keep it steady and continue to taste your cock. Licking up all the pre-cum I can find. There it is… a light touch on my pussy. Fingers, exploring. Teasing me.

Then I am startled when there are no more hands on me. I tense escort kurtköy up anticipating a smack. You don’t disappoint. I am almost completely swallowing your cock when I feel the sting of your hand. Before Ican recover you’ve pulled my pussy down to your mouth.

I’m never sure how you’re going to take me. You keep me guessing. Quick full on assault, slow arduous torturing arousal and then you take me.

You know how to tease me, how to fuck with my head and it makes me cum so hard.

I feel myself rocking into your tongue. Your hot, wet slowly circling tongue… when I thrust back, your cock slides out of my mouth and I slide back down on it. The feel of your cock in my mouth, mixed with the tongue on my clit is overwhelming my senses.

The next thing I know you’ve rolled me onto my side. Slowly thrusting your cock into my throat you’re gripping my thighs and eating my pussy. It feels so good I want to cry. Things are escalating as they always do with us. I ache for my Master. He is touching me. He is allowing me to taste him but I ache for more.

You pull away and thrust two fingers deep into my pussy, hitting my g-spot in a painfully pleasurable way… then you slip one of those fingers into my ass. I falter and you scrape your fingers down my ass.

“Sorry Master” I mumble with a mouthful of cock.

A finger in my ass and one in my pussy. A tongue on my clit. My Masters tongue. This man that I adore who owns my body and my soul. His cock in my mouth. Our bodies touching.

I flash to our earlier session with my hands bound over my head while I was lying on the bed, you kneeling with your cock by my face. Pulling up on the chain that connected the nipple clamps you had me attach. Harder and harder you pulled, not letting me taste your cock. You stroked it. Teasing me. You know how it turns me on. My nipples were on fire and my pussy was dripping.

I come back to the moment when another smack, much harder than the first rocks my ass. I am rolled onto my back and you’re no longer on me. You’re on your knees.

“On all four slut, facing the wall”. I present my ass to you. You grab my right wrist and pull it behind me. You grab my left wrist and I fall down to my face, ass still up. I can feel your cock bumping into me. I thrust back and you hold my hip.

“Be still”.

I can tell that you are preparing to bind me again. You’re holding both my wrists with your left hand and I feel your body tense. I wait for an impact escort beykoz and I feel the leather of your belt. A welting sting and I cry out. Pain ricochets across my ass and down my thigh, with a pleasurable aftermath spreading down to my pussy.

You hit me again. and again. “Tell me slave” “Green Green!” A bit harder Sir, I’m close.”

“Slave!”

“Yes Master, Green Master, More Please” You bring it. and I want to die it’s so good….more and more

“Yellow! Yellow!” You lessen the impact and massage my ass.

My ass must be bright red, it stings. You take the belt and wrap it around my wrists. Using it as a handle you thrust into me, Hard.

Then you speak to me. “I’m going to wreck this perfect pussy, because it’s mine. Whose pussy is this slut?”

“Yours Master, it’s yours.”

You’re slamming into me now. Wrecking me. Wrecking me. “I own you, you filthy slut. You’re mine.”

I’m aching to look at you. To see your gorgeous face while you talk to me. While you fuck me. But, I am being fucked so hard and my arms are pressed up high behind me, being used as leverage. My face is getting shoved farther into the bed with each pound.

Now, you’re shoving something into my asshole. Maybe fingers, maybe a toy. You know I love and hate this. I want you. You’re in me and I still want you. You’re controlling every movement I make. The state of my pussy. I want you. I want to beg. I want to be demure and proper and slutty but I want to beg.

You lean closer, my arms are relaxed onto my lower back. You’re still fucking. Slower now and you’re pressing down on me. Weighing me down. Flattening me out. You grip my hair and yank my head back. So hard Ilet out a yelp. I can’t stop myself.

“Master, please let me make you cum? Please, I will do anything”

You smirk and caress my face, then grip my hair, rocking my head to the side you scrape my neck with your teeth, biting.

Rolling me onto my side, you take one of my tits into your hand and begin to roll the nipple between your fingers. Then you move to take it in your mouth. You bite so hard I scream and pant.

“You can make me cum slut”.

You get up off the bed sit on the couch. “Here I am”.

I am still bound, and awkwardly make my way off the bed. I can see that you’re not going to release my hands. I must accomplish this with no hands. We make eye contact and you smile at me when you see that I have realized your plan. I smile back and hit my knees. escort üsküdar Taking your cock into my mouth, I clean all the pussy juice off every inch of it.

I stand in up and show you my body, leaning down over you, showing you my tits. Trying to entice. You allow me to be seductive. Encourage it.

I feel empowered and I straddle you, hoping you’ll torture my breasts with your mouth. You don’t disappoint. First you grip, then squeeze then pull my nipples hard, lifting my tits. Taking the right into your mouth you bite and I open my legs farther. This drops me down closer to your cock. I slide my clit over the head and almost lose control of myself.

I can’t use my hands. I have to guide your cock inside me with no assistance from you. I make a few feeble attempts and decide that reverse cowgirl will make it easier for me. I stand up and I look over my shoulder and see you appreciating my big round ass. I bend over a bit so you can see my ass and pussy.

Then I angle back and spread my legs. “Master, can you please put your knees together so I can straddle them?”

You accommodate me and I situate myself. I have very little balance so I step up on the chair. I shuffle back and place my feet by your hips. My ass is above your face. I like that. I feel like enticing you. So, I stumble a bit, hoping you’ll try to catch me, touch me… balance me. You do. Gripping my hips, you bite my ass and I moan.

I drop slowly to my knees. My feet by your hips, my knees by your knees, I can feel your erection rubbing my ass. I lean up to the side and It slides in easily. I spread my legs and rock this way and that. Finding out how to best ride your cock with my hands bound up behind me.

You press me forward a bit and I figure out the angle. I start slowly. Up and down. You slide your body out a bit giving me better access. Then I grind. My clit gets good friction when I bear down. Then I bounce. I can feel it building. Your sounds and breath turn me on even more. I pound it. Hitting it hard. So hard your balls bounce up, hitting my clit.

I’m grinding and bouncing in a rhythmic pattern. I’m going to explode on your cock. I’m so wet it would be easy for you to slip out. Your hands are now my shoulders, shoving me down hard after I bounce up. You reach around. Pinching one of my nipples so hard I feel it might come off.

“Oh god Master, please god…. Please May I cum on your cock? Please Please, I hate you. Please help me”

“Cum slut… I’m going to cum. I’m going to fill your filthy pussy with my cum.”

It starts under my belly button and radiates down to my pussy lips and spreads inward and I orgasm so hard I clamp hard on your cock and you grab my shoulders and fuck me, bouncing me off your legs.

When I am spent I collapse back onto you. Sub space. I’m gone. I barely feel you removing the belt from my wrists. I am lost.

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One thing I love in bed is to try new things and pushing each other’s boundaries to create new experiences. Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to have a partner that you trust enough to neither have safe words nor hard and soft limits with…only making the rules as you go on; and in the process get to experience the pleasurable but scary staff?

I always love to walk that fine line.

I was already in bed perusing Tumblr for erotic inspirations. Some blogs really have good short videos and some GIFs that are to die for. Helping one get ideas on what they might try out in bed.

Eli comes in from the bathroom and hop in bed next to me. He doesn’t say a word. Just stealing some sneak glances into my laptop; curious as to what will interest me this time.

He continues reading his book silently.

Tired of lack of any interesting staff, I decide to seek inspiration elsewhere. So I close my laptop and put it on the night stand.

I look at my boyfriend. Then I reach out to him moving to straddle him on the bed.

He closes his book and give me his undivided attention.

I remove his glasses and put them on the nightstand. Then I kiss him gently on the lips; my hands cupping his jaw to keep him in place. He deepens the kiss and draws me close to him; his hands moving up and down my back in a soothing erotic motion. I relax in his arms.

He grabs my breasts through my tank top and sucks them. Needing bilecik escort direct contact, he removes it impatiently and took one nipple into his mouth while squeezing the other with his hand. My hands tighten on his head, keeping him in place. Then his hands glides to my thighs climbing higher to reach my pussy.

He starts to rub my pussy through my pajama bottoms. Creating a friction that is so delicious. Feeling him like this makes me squirm in his arms.

He flips me over to my back; removing my panties and my pajama bottoms in one swift movement leaving me naked under him. Then he takes care of his clothes too.

I hold him close as his hands continues to caress everywhere while kissing me passionately. Meanwhile, I wind my legs to his waist aligning my pussy perfectly to his hard cock urging him to slide in, but he continues his slow teasing on my clit with its head; making my head spin with tiny tremors of pleasure.

Putting me off my misery, he slides in, slowly. Inch by inch. I gasp at the sensations. He buries himself to the root; and starts to move with long measured strokes. God, he is sinking so deep but the tempo is so slow; creating a rhythm that is blowing my mind with ecstatic pleasure. I relax my legs on his waist to allow him to sink deeper. Then he changes the angle, and I lose myself in pleasure.

He moves fast sensing my orgasm approaching. manisa escort He knows he has to do something to bring it out, but doesn’t. Making me desperate. My body on fire.

“Please!” I beg him.

“What do you want mind me to do?” he asks feigning ignorance.

“Touch me or bit me! Just do something and make me come!” I breathlessly scream my response to him.

He continues to move hard and fast, and then rise a bit supporting himself on his hands. I close my eyes relishing the pleasure of knowing he is going to do as I request and make me come. That is why I don’t see his move until he is upon me.

He puts his hand on my neck and squeeze. Hard. Choking me. My eyes fly open, surprised; but he doesn’t give me time to acclimate myself to the sensation. He squeezes harder, and I feel pain on my neck but mostly, I can’t breathe. I look at him trying to convey that; but he squeezes harder adding more pressure.

I feel lightheaded and all thoughts vanquish from my mind except, I need to breathe.

So I start struggling. I reach onto his hand on my neck and try to pry it off, but his grip on me is iron tight.

At this point my vision is red, so I start punching him instead. I don’t know how much time passes but my fight is more desperate; hitting his forearms and chest; he does his best to duck some of my blows. Suddenly, he removes his hand on my neck.

I mersin escort rise myself slightly, trying as hard as I can to draw in a much needed breathe. My head is spinning and I am overwhelmed with sensations as I feel a buzzing a sound on my clit- the magic wand. The onslaught of my first breath after the denial, then the vibrations on my clit and the deep thrust of his cock inside me makes me come hard. I scream at the top of my head. Struggling to breathe and feeling my body float somewhere like I have been thrown off a cliff; squirting all over his cock.

Then it’s too much, and I try to push him away so that I can get control of my body. He won’t have it though; he pushes me back on the bed gently and hold me down onto it with his hand on my neck. Not chocking this time, but just holding me still. The vibrations on my clit are still present making my orgasm go on and on.

“No more, please!” I beg him my eyes watering with tears as a result of being overwhelmed.

He reduces the vibrations but doesn’t take the magic wand away. I am panting at this point. Then he switches it off after seeing I might pass out.

He thrusts one more time and withdraw with a guttural groan, fisting his cock with his hand and come all over my stomach and breasts; painting me with his come. Making me dirty and naughty all at once.

I look at myself and shift my gaze to him. His eyes are soft on me and so tender. I cannot believe he chocked me. I came and squirted on his cock.

He doesn’t say anything and neither do I.

He goes to the bathroom to draws a bath for me. Then comes back to the room and pick me up making his way there with me in his arms.

My last thought of the night is that was my most intense orgasm ever. And I can’t wait to be choked again.

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The following is a true story that happened to me.

I was a freshman in college, and it was the week of cheerleading tryouts. I did my routine, along with about 10 other girls. When we completed, we sat and watched the other girls who were trying out for the JV and Varsity squads. It was all rather exciting. Well, the end of the week came, and since all 10 of us were going to be on the freshman squad, we went to go pick up our uniforms. We weren’t expecting anything unusual, but then again, we had heard rumors. Isn’t that normal in college, rumors?

We got to the gym, and the senior girls were waiting. We were all excited as they handed out skirts and tops and panties to each batman escort of us, saying that we had better put them on now, to check the size, then come back down to the gym so we could have our pictures taken. We were all abuzz as we entered the locker rooms, and quickly changed from our dull catholic school uniforms into our cheerleading uniforms. Then we went back to the gym. The new JV and Varsity members were there too, for their individual pictures.

The senior girls inspected the uniforms and then arranged us for our pictures, both a team and individual shots. Well, we figured it was done, but then the seniors held us back, yalova escort mentioning to us the school tradition of spanking the new cheerleaders. The JV girls looked surprised, but we were in total shock. Well, the senior girls sorted us into lines, with each senior with 3 girls in front of her. I was in the front of the line in my group.

The senior girl in front of me took my arm, and pulled me over her lap, and raised my skirt, showing off my blue panty bottom. I tried to protect my rear, but it was useless. The senior raised her hand, and the spanking commenced.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! ordu escort SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I wiggled and squirmed on that girls lap, trying to ease the pain, but it was hopeless. She kept spanking, and I kept on yelping at each impact.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Finally, I noticed the girl lifting my arm, and telling me to get up. I felt my rear, and it burned. I rubbed my bottom for a little while, watching my friends get their spankings. After the seniors got done with all of us, we went back to the locker room, and inspected the damage. It wasn’t as bad as we had thought, with just a slightly pick coloring on our rears. But the spanking did do one other thing for us, it brought us together as a squad. It also provided us a means of helping each other improve our routines, since we knew any girl messing up could easily be spanked by the rest of the squad or the other cheerleaders.

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“Her bum was freely offered, straining towards his hand, his belt and his cock.

She was aching for it, for something, anything as long as she got it now!

He had her totally in his command and they both reveled in it.

Aroused was too small of a word.”

We had been talking on the net for a while. Kidding around at first and enjoying each others sense of humor. He had his life and I had mine but every now and then we met up and talked. I was attracted to him from the beginning, or maybe I should say that I was attracted to his mind more then him since I had no idea what he looked like at the time. He, however, had seen images of me on my kinky internet-profile so he had a good idea what I looked like. From what he had told me, he appreciated my looks, especially my ass.

After a few months, some serious teasing and lots of laughter on my side of the computer at least, we finally got something started. And what a start! Even if cybersex almost never got me excited anymore I was sure getting aroused and excited by his words. I was surprised over the impact this man had on me but I accepted it and thought to myself that I was going to go with it and see what happened.

“He grabbed the back of my head and wrapped some of my hair tightly around his hand. I felt my body go limp underneath his touch and at the same time, my mind narrowed down and focused on the one thing in my life that was important right now. Him.

Pushing my head down in his lap and exposing my neck, he leaned forward and traced my skin with his tongue. I could not help but shiver and moan. His nostrils flared as he inhaled my musky scent, taking deep breaths so he could really enjoy the smell of my wet needy cunt. And wet it was. I could feel it slowly wetting my thighs and I marveled in how fast I responded to him.

Fingers danced over my skin on my bare back and I immersed myself in the feeling. Tickling, stroking, demanding my body to respond to his touch. I got goosebumps all over my arms and he smirked at me, seeming very happy about the results.

He was just getting started.

In response I rubbed my nose against his hardness to tease and to please. I wanted him badly and I showed him that by paying a great deal of attention to his cock. His tongue swiped up from my neck to my ear, teeth closing on my earlobe to give it a quick tug. Then his voice growling:

-“Suck him, babygirl.”

Yes, please, yes! I thought and licked my lips in anticipation.

I wanted to please him so much, I wanted to make this so so good. The tip of my tongue landed gently on the head of his cock, I could already taste him since there was enough of precum to make for really good lubrication. I love the taste of cum, I love cum period! Anywhere, everywhere and right now I wanted it in my mouth!

His cock stood at full attention now and as I was swirling my tongue around the head I made sure that I licked the sensitive ridge a few times. He was groaning at this point and I was making noises of pleasure too. How could I not since this was something I had been waiting for so long and now, finally, I was permitted to have his cock in my warm, wet and very needy mouth!

I let my mouth descend on him, as far as I could and his grip on my hair hardened. I slowly bobbed up and down on his cock, making sure that I wrapped my tongue around the ridge every time I went up. I didn’t want this to be over quickly, I actually prefer to give blow jobs that lasts for 30 min to an hour! It’s so fascinating the way a mans cock responds to my tongue, my touch and my breath. I could do it for hours.

His other hand was slipping down my back and into the back of my panties, caressing my ass, his fingers playing lightly over my tight hole for a minute then delved into my very wet softness. Only to be back up again, his fingers now lubricated, and he roughly pushed in two of his fingers. I was surprised and let out a small shriek but I didn’t fight it. I wanted him badly in any of my holes and I pushed my butt against his fingers to show him my appreciation.

During his attention to my tightest hole I’d lost my concentration and was too busy wiggling my ass at him to really focus on his cock. That earned me a hard tug on my hair and then I was pushed so far down on his cock that I had to really pay attention or I would be gagging and be out of breath pretty soon. So while I tried the best that I could to suck him dry, he was fingerfucking my ass and controlling my bobbing head at the same time.

He was rough, walking the fine edge between pain and pleasure but it showed me exactly who was in control. I let one of my corner teeth scrape lightly down his cock and he groaned louder this time. Telling me what a good slut I was for him. How good I sucked his cock and all the nasty things he wanted to do with that tight hole his fingers was invading.

As he added a third finger I felt my clit starting to spasm lightly. Something was coiling right underneath it and I doubled my efforts to please him with my mouth. I got frantic, determined escort ataşehir to have his warm seed pulsing down my throat any minute now and I was pushing myself onto his fingers as hard as I could within my ability to move. I was all about coming. Pleasing. Submitting.

I didn’t care about anything else.

He stroked his thumb on the skin between my cunt and ass, actually more rubbed it just on the outside of my vagina and up towards his fingers pumping my ass. I couldn’t take it anymore and I bucked and moaned and begged him (somewhat garbled since I had his big hard cock still deep in my mouth) to please let me come for him!

Smirking yet again he asked me if I needed something and told me that I shouldn’t talk with my mouth full. He let me up for air and I cried out as fast as I could:

-“Please Sir, please let me come…. I can’t… I’m com…please!!!”

-“Come for me babygirl!” He growled and pushed my face down on his cock while keeping his fingers working in and around my backhole I exploded. I swear I did, I felt myself shatter around his fingers and my bucking became even more frantic. I screamed around his cock and then I felt it starting to throb.

A second later his cum filled my throat. I swallowed greedily and forced myself to take him as deep as possible. Still convulsing from my orgasm and from his fingers still working me

I started to come down to earth. His death-grip on my hair loosened and I was able to take the last spurts of him on my tongue so I could really taste him. Slowly he withdrew his fingers and cleaned himself on a towel that was just beside him. He pulled me up and put me in his lap. I sighed contentedly and snuggled as close as I could. My ass burned and I squirmed a bit but I was happy that i felt where he had been. I’ve never enjoyed being treated like I was made of glass. “

Yes…that had been a very fun and very exciting session even if it was textualized. A written sex scene where the both of us participated. I knew that he was a lot older then me and I’ve never before been that interested in older guys. Not this much older at least but for him I would definitely make an exception. Later on I did get to see a picture of him and he was definitely attractive. Like a white version of James Earl Jones. I was wondering if he had the same type of voice too, deep, seductive, commanding…

….

As luck had it, we were living in the same big city. Too big for us to walk into each other by chance and we lived at opposite sides of the town. Even though we had been talking a lot lately, none of us had mentioned anything about meeting up in real life. we were fine as we were and the needs we had were sated by each other. As far as I knew at least.

Although he kept mentioning that he didn’t like to share I was sure that he had other girls he paid attention to and played with. I kept myself to playing with only him though because I liked to be with one at the time. And I liked to please him. This however made me a bit frustrated since we didn’t chat that very often and my need was growing. For me, there was just no point in selfpleassuring. It was nice but always left me feeling empty and like I was missing out on something good. So I waited patiently.

One day, my best friend and me were going to a part in the city we never been to before, I was going to a job interview and she was going with me for moral support. We entered a big office and talked with the receptionist. She asked us to sit down and wait for Mr Davies who would be out shortly to interview me.

As we waited in the sitting area my eyes wandered around and I glanced into the offices. A familiar face was looking in my direction with an intensity that made me forget to breathe. At first I didn’t recognize him but after a few seconds it all clicked in my head. It was HIM! My “net-playpartner”! Oh my God what would I do? What would he do? Would he come out and say hello? Was it him that would interview me? Why was I sopping wet between my legs all of a sudden???

As he stared at me and probably saw all my thoughts flashing across my face, he smirked, let his lips twist in a close-to-evil grin. Predatory. His gaze burned and I was the first to look away because it was getting very discomforting to meet his eyes. My friend didn’t notice anything as she was busy flipping through some magazine. I glanced towards his room to see if I could sneak another peak before I faced the Spanish inquisition. He was leaving his room and walked straight towards me, a glimmer in his eyes and a pleasant smile on his lips.

-“Ms Pine I presume?

-“Umm, yes, yes that’s me!” I choked out.

-“Good, if you would follow me, please?” He made it sound like a command rather then a question.

-“It’s going to be fine!” My friend whispered, -“I’m rooting for you!”

I thought that we were headed to his office but he continued further down the hall to a small corner office that had no windows towards the hall to look through. escort pendik He gestured that I was to enter the office so I did and once inside his hands was suddenly on my shoulders and his breath was warm and hot against my ear.

-“So… you found your way here hmmmm? What did you do, Google me? Applied to the job just so you could come here and distract me?”

-“No…no Sir.” I swallowed nervously and tried to explain that I really needed this job since I couldn’t make a living out of my hobby anymore. And I was really sad about that and please Sir if you just let me go I’ll get out of here and forget all about it….

-“Hush now.” He said

-“So, a chance encounter. A stroke of luck perhaps. And you’re in need of a job you say… Hmmmm.” He grabbed my hair lightly to tilt my head back so he could look me in the face. Raising an eyebrow he waited for me to answer.

-“Yes Sir!” I croaked, my throat all dry of a sudden.

How come this man, this 20+ year older then me MAN could bring such a response from my body?

I’ve met Dominants of all kinds before but never, NEVER had anyone had such a self confident aura around him. Never had anyone been so comfortable with himself and his surroundings and never had anyone focused all that confident energy on me. Yes, he also exuded arrogance and a feeling of looking down on me, something like disdain but not quite. That though came and went however and I ignored it for now.

I always thought that this was such a cliche but I truly felt like I was prey at this point. He smiled down at me and tugged my hair. To my astonishment his nostrils flared as he recognized the smell that was invading his nose all of a sudden. He grinned and murmured:

-“Well, that answers that question. This might be fun….”

Huh? What question? What did he sme…. Oh…right. Was it really that obvious of a smell when I got wet? I hadn’t showered today since I did it last night and from what I could tell without sticking my hands down my panties, they were soaked. So apparently, yes, I was exuding a very alluring smell to him and any others that might come here at anytime. I glanced around feeling a bit embarrassed.

He snorted softly and let go of my hair.

I was so fascinated with this man and even if we hadn’t met face to face before I felt like I could trust him not to harm me. Hurt me, oh-my-fucking-god-yes (and possibly in ways I couldn’t even imagine at this point) but not harm me. It occurred to me then that he hadn’t really closed the door, it was slightly ajar and I looked at him questioningly. He just smirked and took a step into my personal space.

I was still having my coat on since it was cold outside and underneath it I had a dress that showed a lot of cleavage and a good part of my stocking encased legs. I enjoyed dressing like that, all feminine. Sensual. He was dressed in a crisp suit, perfectly fitted and he was looking very comfortable in it. Just how I liked it.

-“Take of your coat.” His eyes was burning holes into mine again and I glanced away in sheer desperation. How could I meet his gaze when it told me so much about what he wanted to do to me? His fingers catched my jaw and brought my eyes back to him

-“I want your eyes on me, girl.” He growled.

-“When I want it somewhere else I’ll tell you or show you. Now… Take. Off. Your. Coat.”

His left hand glided upwards on my body from my arm to my shoulder, to my hair and he grabbed it firmly. Not tugging, just holding it. I swallowed noisily and as I started to undress I pondered over the differences to experience something like this in real life vs on the net. This was far more poignant. This was scary as hell but also very exciting. Adrenaline rushed through my system making my body go on high-alert.

My mind though had been short-circuited the moment he stood in front of me telling me to follow him. I couldn’t think of anything but here and now and him and all that we had chatted about, what I had written to him about me, about my needs and desires.

Others in the building? Door not closed? The risk of having my friend walk in and find us? The risk of having anyone of his co-workers barging in and demand to know what was going on? I didn’t care.

“-Put the coat on the chair by the door and then put your arms to your sides babygirl.”

Obediently I did what he ordered and then I stood there waiting. He studied me, let his gaze wander down my body to see what I looked like. He tugged on my hair making me realize that he wanted me to turn around a bit.

-“Oh yes, that fine ass of yours. It looks much better in real life then on your pictures.”

His right hand was now caressing the top of my butt through my dress

-“Thank you Sir.” I whispered, still looking into his eyes even if he was currently looking at my sizable ass. He turned me around so my back was pressed against his front. A very hard erection was pushed against my butt and his hands were now moving to my front.

-“Let’s escort ümraniye see if you’re as responsive as you told me you were, girl. Put your hands on my hips and don’t let go until I tell you to!” As I did just that, he freed my breasts from my bra and my dress making them stand out more and almost look enormous from my point of view. My breath got caught in my throat as his hands slid across my skin and settled underneath my tits. His thumbs were stroking my sides and as I watched, my nipples hardened just from that.

He chuckled and close his thumbs and forefingers around each nipple and tugged them. Then tugged a bit harder. I moaned and arched into him. My nipples weren’t that sensitive but I loved having them played with. My fingers was digging in to his hips, it was all I could do to not let them wander to his front and grab onto something more tempting.

There was sound coming from outside the room and I stiffened, trying to pull away but he held me against his body in a steel grip.

-“Nope, you’re not going anywhere my little babygirl. You walked into the dragons den and now this evil dragon wants to have a little fun with his princess.”

Oh dear god, was it possible to orgasm just from hearing a mans voice? There was some serious clenching going on between my legs, not on an orgasmic scale yet but close. I wanted him. Now!

The sounds outside the office subsided but I could still hear voices out there, someone wondered where the boss had gone and grumbled about wanting to talk to him. I figured that the boss was otherwise engaged since he had his hands playing with my nipples and his rock hard shaft rubbing against my very willing butt.

His lips grazed my neck and he kissed and nibbled his way down from under my ear to my collarbone. His hands were twisting my nipples in a painful way now but in my excitement I was only wound up more and more. I did love pain with the pleasure which he already knew from our chats.

Finally after one last twist he moved his hands from my breasts and turned us around so we were facing a desk.

-“Bend over babygirl.” He growled and one of his hands applied pressure on my back.

The coolness of the desk against my hot and tortured nipples made me gasp. His hands were now caressing my butt and he folded up the back of my dress so that he could see my exposed ass.

-“Stockings, he grumbled, I hate stockings.” A quick tug and a loud rip and then my stockings was in shreds at my feet.

-“Much better, don’t you agree babygirl?”

I could only moan at this point. I felt my thighs being all sticky from my arousal and I would have to throw away the panties because there was no way in hell I could save them by a mere washing. Then again, I wouldn’t be surprised if…

“RIIIIP”

Yep…he tore away my panties too. There I was, panting, bent over a desk in someones office, in front of a man I only knew from text right until a moment ago and I felt like a bitch in heat.

-“Please Sir….please.” I managed.

-“Please what baby? Tell me what you want.”

I couldn’t get it past my lips. I tried but to my embarrassment I couldn’t make myself utter the words that would have him pounding his hard cock inside me in an instant. I moaned with frustration and he chuckled evilly.

-“So the princess needs a bit of fire then, hmm? Well I’ll be glad to help.”

His buckle made soft clinking sounds as he removed his leather belt.

-“In fact…stand up and walk to the other side of the table. So if someone comes in they’ll see your flushed face first.”

I did as he asked, not really steady on my legs anymore so I had to grab hold of the desk as I moved around it. Again I bent over and I found myself angling my butt up so he had better access to it. I went up on my toes and I waited for him to give me what he wanted. What I needed.

He grabbed my asscheeks forcefully and parted them so that my hole was exposed and a bit open. I could feel air rush inside and it made me shiver and unconsciously I clenched against the sudden intrusion.

-“Yes… I love that. I love to see that tight little bud so eagerly await what I’m going to give it. You know that, my little slut, right? I love to lick it, fuck it and use it as I wish. But right now…” He let go of my ass and gave me a hard slap on one of my cheeks.

-“Right now I’m going to let you taste my fire and make you all hot and scorched.”

He smiled.

-“Tired of the dragon analogy yet baby? Wait until after this…”

I just moaned and shook my head. Whatever he wanted to talk about he could. I was too wrapped up in my bodys response to his hands and his presence to care. Afterward I might think that his talking was on the cheesier side of things but what the hell, give the man a break. He was already multitasking and it had to be hard to come up with witty remarks at the same time. If he was anything near my state or arousal then I was surprised he could do more then just grunt.

As the first strike from his belt landed on my butt I started to breath deeply, letting the pain sink into my body and become one with it. He started lightly but the licks became harder and harder and I was sure that someone would hear the slaps as they became louder and louder. I was positioned so that my clit was rubbing against the hard edge of the desk every time I jerked from a particularly

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Acting out or Dom-sub relationship in public is something we were both interested in. I had suggested it because it had been a fantasy of mine for a while, thinking that you might have me wear a butt plug or perhaps nipple clamps under my clothes. You liked the suggestion very much.

You had me wear one of my butt-plugs to work several times in the past. You had mentioned your intention vaguely, and then suddenly decided to act on it. It must have been a couple months ago, you stopped me as I was leaving.

“I want you to bend over the table, slave, and spread your legs wide apart for me.” I did as you instructed me and bent over, my chest and arms against the table. “Are you wet? Are you a wet slut?”

“Yes, Master.”

You moved behind me and I could feel your erection pressing against my ass. Slowly, you slid my skirt up around my waist, exposing my ass, still glowing and red from the spanking you had given me the night before. You could just see a bit of my shaved cunt; you never permit me to wear knickers, except sometimes when you like me to wear your boxers.

I felt two fingers slide into my pussy, sliding through my juices. Moving your fingers slowly, you fingered me until I began to moan and was relaxed, and then I felt pressure against my butt hole. You thrust my biggest plug right into me and waited, holding your hand still. bursa escort My body braced under the unexpected force stretching my anus, and then relented as I felt it jolt home. I relaxed again. You fucked me over the table, and then sent me off to the office.

You never tell me when you wish to do this, inserting one of various sized plugs between my round cheeks before I leave and only releasing me of it at your wish, when we were both home again in the evening. And how I love to be filled by you, feeling the plug inside me all day, reminding me of you and your control over me.

You always do like surprises, especially when you are surprising me. This day was to be another of your surprises, something you had thought of since I started wearing the plug under my skirt-suits.

We have been in the busy bar for perhaps an hour. We are to meet some friends of yours, but we are very early; this was your plan. After getting another round of drinks for us, I request to use the bathroom. Over the noise of the crowded bar you ask me, “Have you ever been in a men’s bathroom, slave?” I shake my head, no. “Use the men’s.”

Obediently, I go and use the men’s bathroom. Some of the occupants, lined along the urinals, look at me curiously, but none stop me or speak with me as I use an empty cubical, wash çanakkale escort my hands and leave. I am more than sure that they have seen stranger things.

You smile as I sit back down beside you. “Good girl.”

We finish our drinks and I offer to go to the bar again. You tell me not yet, and instruct me to follow you. Worming our way through the crowds, you lead me back towards the men’s bathroom. You hold the door open and indicate for me to go in first.

Inside, only three men line the wall of urinals and the cubicles are empty. I stand for a moment, trying not to look at the men or make them nervous. As you begin to caress me and kiss me, the men drift out and leave us alone. You push me into a cubical and lock the door.

Grabbing my breasts, you mould them through my blouse and twist my nipples beneath your thumb and forefinger. With your right hand, you reach down and feel that my crotch is soaked with my fluids. “Gooood,” you growl, throwing down the lid of the toilet with a clatter.

You unzip your trousers and pull them down to your ankles, your throbbing cock bobbing tantalisingly. Putting one hand on my head, you push me to my knees and run your fingers through my hair, and then push my mouth toward you.

You fuck your dick between my lips for a moment. rize escort We listen to the sounds of men coming and going, using the bathrooms and leaving without noticing us. I can feel your dick getting harder in my mouth, pushing faster as you hold my head still in your grasp.

Pushing me away roughly, you pull me to my feet by my hair and spin me to face the door. You take a scarf from your pocket and bind my hands tightly behind my back, and then take another and gag me. Turning from me, you sit on the toilet. “Sit on my cock, slave.”

I position myself dutifully on your solid cock, although it is difficult because of my ties, and fuck you harder and harder as you moan and twist my nipples. We can hear the noises of other men using the bathroom, slamming the doors, and hear the music from in the bar grow loader and quieter again as the door swings open and closed.

My own cries are muffled through the gag, but as I begin to fuck you faster, nearing my own orgasm, the toilets seem to quieten. I moan against the scarf and you whisper, “Cum, my sweet.” I feel sweat trickle down my back and my juices on my thighs as I begin to cum.

As we step out of the cubicle, a little red in the face, I see that three men are stood, staring at us. They watch us as you lead me out, telling me that I have pleased you and that having an audience was delightful.

We struggle to find a table for a few minutes, but finally get one in a quiet corner and sit down with our drinks. We talk for a while, chatting, while I am still catching my breath. Seeing the men looking at me in that lustful, jealous way- knowing that they wanted me- was exhilarating. And as ever, I do love to please my Master.

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“Harder, Miss Cho! No, step out – come now, defend yourself! Don’t shy away! All right, stop!”

Linda Cho panted with relief, her arms blushing from the force of blocked punches. She rubbed them gingerly and winced.

Her karate instructor, Adam – that is, see fu – clapped a firm hand on her shoulder and whirled her around to face him.

“Have you already forgotten what I’ve taught you, Miss Cho? Have my lessons left your head so quickly?”

Linda lowered her eyes in shame and made a quick short bow. “I’m sorry, see fu. It’s just… I’m too afraid of getting hurt.”

Adam looked sternly into the 19-year-old’s pleading face. Already the tallest of her classmates, and yet still so much like a young teenager. Her lithe body stood with hunched shoulders: poor posture not befitting a martial arts student, and evidence of a lack of self confidence. Her chestnut hair was slipping from the stern ponytail, falling into her long lashes. She looked simultaneously like a wild spirit with uncontainable will, and a lost puppy in search of someone to belong to.

“Miss Cho.” Adam began sternly, “this will not do. You cannot fear pain. Pain is inevitable. You must learn to embrace it, not shy away.”

“I’m sorry, see fu.” Linda bowed uselessly again. This time she raised her eyes hoping to appeal to the strong, solidly built 29-year-old instructor. She, like most of the other girls in the class, was entranced by his strong features – boyish, yet with strength of soul beyond his years. Something more about him entranced Linda, however. It was as if he touched another reality, something attractive but beyond her comprehension. She couldn’t quite put a name to it.

The instructor’s expression did not soften. “Miss Cho, you will drop and do twenty pushups. Then you will run laps around the floor until I say you may stop. If you still have strength to summon afterwards, I wish for you to stay behind so that I may instruct you further. If you disobey again this punishment will double. Do you understand?”

Horrified, Linda nodded. “Yes sir!” She immediately dropped to her hands and knees.

“And count out loud!” Adam called as he turned away. “One, two! Class, let’s continue. Katana!”

***

By the twentieth lap a strong-willed Linda had nearly fainted, determined as she was to continue. She panted as if she had no lungs left, pushing her leaden legs forward lest she risk disobeying. When Adam saw her teetering he finally ordered her to stop, sending her to the showers as he dismissed the rest of the class. His words rang in her ears as she collected herself under the steaming water.

“Miss Cho, you will stay behind today. You will come to the exercise room once you are done, and you will be taught the lesson of The Dragon Tail.”

Dressed in a clean white tank göztepe escort top and loose yoga pants, Linda entered the small gym. She wondered if it was appropriate to appear before her see fu without her robe, but when she saw him waiting for her in jeans and a t-shirt, her worry eased.

“Linda.” Adam began as soon as she entered. “For a moment, we will treat each other as equals. We are comparable people with adult minds. I wish to teach you this lesson as your friend.”

Chills ran up Linda’s back and slithered up her neck at her instructor’s use of her first name. She nodded timidly, suddenly feeling as if she were somehow between worlds.

“Whether or not you wish to learn today will be your choice, Linda.” Adam’s eyes seemed to grow more piercing as he continued, and the change sent odd thrills through Linda’s limbs. “You will not be forced to obey me. Obeying will be a choice that you make – only you, and for yourself. Do you understand?” Linda nodded dumbly, not feeling as if she could refuse in any case. Something about her instructor’s tone overrode her will, joined with it and like a current, swept her onwards. Her will was Adam’s; they were one mind. She would obey, because she was meant to.

“Sit on the bench press.” Adam instructed. “On the edge. Face backwards. Take hold of the bars.”

Linda did as she was instructed, without thinking. “Good.” Adam commented, and began to circle her. He nudged her gently, as he did with postures in class, correcting her. “Arch your spine. Long neck. Relax your shoulders. Good.” Linda tingled from fingertip to fingertip, unable to ignore the sensation of doing something inappropriate, taboo. But her mind was resolute and calm.

“In karate,” Adam began, “every action is a result of a choice. You choose when to strike, you choose when to block. You choose to react to what is given you. Nod if you understand.”

Linda nodded, involuntarily closing her eyes. Adam’s words poured into her soul, stirring something deep and meaningful.

“Linda.” He had stopped in front of her. “You will not move your hands.”

Linda’s breath caught in her throat. She understood now what Adam was getting at, if only partially. Shying away was a choice she made too.

“Nod if you understand.”

A deep appreciation began to grow in Linda. She saw now that her fear was also a product of choice. She saw also that to give up control was a choice, and no one could make it for her. Linda nodded.

Adam smiled in admiration, knowing her eyes were closed. Linda was getting it. Her willingness to learn was strengthening her resolve. He took in her posture, perfectly poised, knowing this was a lesson she would remember.

Going to the closet where sparring equipment was stored, çorlu escort Adam retrieved a long black leather whip. It was skillfully braided, with a tasseled end. He uncoiled it with a snap. Linda started, but did not move.

“Open your eyes.” Adam instructed. Linda did, and her gasp was audible. In a split second an array of emotions visibly played across her features: from shock to horror, confusion to fear.

“Linda.” Adam’s tone was level, serious. “Did you make a choice?”

For the first time Linda lifted her eyes to meet his. His expression was not menacing. He had asked her a question, and he knew what it meant. Linda could pick up and leave at this instant, if she chose to. But she had already decided. A darker side of her will had already taken over. She would stay, she would obey, because it was an inherent part of her. Because she chose to, as they both knew she would.

Adam saw her features set in resolution, and lifted the whip. Linda did not move. He brought it down across her forearms, stinging.

At the moment the leather struck Linda’s skin it was as if she could suddenly see clearly. Her vision sharpened, her nerves stood on end. For a split second her every molecule was alive in the sudden reality of pain – sweet, resonating pain that tingled and thrilled her, because she had chosen it.

“The lesson of The Dragon Tail is one of acceptance.” Adam explained in a gentle tone. “Linda, you must learn to accept pain.”

As the sting faded a dull warmth took over, the sudden clarity fading into a quietly tingling sensation, a memory. Two red stripes appeared on Linda’s bare arms where the tail had landed as the sensation evaporated. The dullness that regained Linda’s senses was now all the more present by comparison.

“Again.” She said resolutely, “Harder.”

Adam brought the whip down quickly and suddenly, skillfully laying the stroke in the same place as the last. Linda squealed, having not prepared herself for the lightning-fast attack.

“You will not make demands of me, Linda.” Adam corrected her in the tone of an adult dealing with an ignorant child, smiling slightly. “Just as you cannot make your opponents do as you wish. You must only deal with what is given you. Understand?”

Linda collected herself, riding out the fading sting. She nodded, and gripped the bench bars with determination, looking straight ahead.

Adam got serious. “Linda, I am about to give you twenty strokes of the whip. They will land anywhere I see fit. They will hurt. Linda, you will count each of them and thank me for each lash in a steady voice. You will say, exactly, ‘One. Thank you sir, may I have another?’ If you skip a count, if you forget to thank me, we will begin again. Nod if you understand.”

Linda ümraniye escort nodded, eyes still facing forward, her grip still resolute. She barely got the motion out before the first stroke landed on the round of her behind. She nearly forgot to count.

“Oh! One! Thank you sir. May I have anoth-OH!”

“You will not move.” Adam corrected her sternly as she started. When Linda did not reply, he said, “You have missed the count. We will begin again, at one. Now, count!”

***

By the nineteenth stroke, and after several restarts, Linda was trembling with the effort of holding still. The repeated stinging strokes that striped her buttocks, arms, back and thighs had melted together into a warm, tingling elation that spread from the tips of her fingers to her very toes. Every nerve in her body screamed, and for the first time in a long time, she truly, deeply felt something. Each stroke had rocketed straight to her sex, and she was wet with desire. It took nearly all her strength not to fall back and bury her hands between her legs to relieve herself. Finally the last stroke crossed her buttocks.

“Twenty! Th-thank you sir, m-may I have another?”

Adam stood behind her, out of Linda’s line of sight. His arms were exhausted from slinging the whip, as he had switched periodically from left to right. He panted slightly, an erection straining against his jeans. Watching her take each stroke even when she should have long ago caved in – her first time, after all – had both frustrated and aroused him. With the restarts she had taken nearly fifty in total. With the thought of that alone it was torture not to simply climb on top of her here and now. Adam, however, understood the process. Linda would take time, as willing as she was.

“No.” He finally said, secretly glad his tone was still steady. He replaced the whip and brushed back his hair, took a moment to adjust his straining cock, and turned to face her. “Rise. Come kneel before me.”

Linda dismounted the bench shakily, barely able to get on her feet on her own. Less than elegantly, she turned and dropped to her knees on the floor before Adam.

“That is all for your lesson today.” Adam said, with barely audible regret. “You will collect yourself and go home. I want you to give serious thought to what you have learned today.”

“Thank you, see fu.” Linda nearly whispered, still shaking. Her welts were warm as the fabric of her clothing rubbed against her skin, and she could barely concentrate on speaking. She wanted to be held, tightly. Her body longed for some further release that she knew she would not get. She only knew that she needed Adam, needed more from him.

“Get up.” Adam said roughly. “See yourself safely home. I expect to see improvements from you next class, or more lessons will be in order.”

The ghost of an implication glittered in Adam’s words and resounded through an empty, needy chasm that suddenly filled Linda’s soul. Shakily she rose, and gathered her bag from the hall. She looked back once before she crossed the studio’s threshold. Adam stood there, and watched until she disappeared from his sight.

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