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“For sin will have no dominion over you, since you are not under law but under grace.”

– Romans 6:14

“A good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad act the good. Each should have its own reward.”

– George R.R. Martin

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“I wish to offer myself up to you, to reconcile our past, to atone for what I’d done; to you.”

Hannah Ansley was stunned still the instant she realized the voice of her first love, its sudden weight and the ghost substance of his words.

“Are you serious?” she spoke back to the voice mail; the sensation of blood pulsing at the base of her throat, “Parker; now, after how long?”

She had just entered her house, half past midnight, heaving a gym bag onto the kitchen table, along with her keys, her mind clouded, her skin still alert to the clammy texture of her sweats, her sex still tingling.

Hannah put the phone on speaker, and then set it down on the kitchen counter. She breathed heavily, tuned in to each breath, trying to wrap her head around this new thing, this echo.

“Has it really been fifteen years?” she asked the darkness of her kitchen.

Hannah, now thirty-one, , began to find the occasional gray in her thick copper blonde hair, which she’d pluck upon spotting. Otherwise, she looked and felt as good as she had when she was seventeen, before, during and after what she reflected on as the fragmentation by Parker.

“I know you’ll have very strong reservations about returning my call.” said Parker, his voice husky, wistfully sorrowful, “It’s just that I was hoping I could talk it out with you; finally, and somehow resolve our past. There’s, there’s always something deep in me, nagging, something that keeps reminding me of the mistakes I’ve made, and-“

Hannah stood immobile during Parker’s pause. Why now? she thought. How did he find me? The number’s not registered. You never changed it dumb ass. Dad willing the house to you was a matter of public record. Remember? You’re the one who never left town; wall flower, sweet and sour- Just shy of spent, Hannah swayed slightly by the space of counter where she’d placed the phone. She’d suddenly gone under a self hypnosis of reviewing memories she hadn’t recalled for years. Across her mind’s eye, there she was: heartily kissing Parker in Columbus Park, the two of them inseparable, belly laughing at even the most remotely humorous thing. There was the priceless shocked expression on his face the afternoon she’d pulled her mother’s slip down in front of him, the time she’d given him head at the movies, the time he’d paid her back in the woods behind the house, the time she’d betrayed him, the time he’d broken up with her, the time he’d wanted her back and the time he couldn’t have her.

“I think we can agree that there is absolutely no real reason why you should talk with me.”

“You got that right hotshot.”

“However, if you feel comfortable about talking- like- just call me. Take care Hannah.”

Hannah drew a deep breath; the smell of Chase still in her nose. Mizz Skitters, the stray black smoke Maine Coon she’d taken in two years earlier, joined Hannah in the kitchen, purring as she walked a series of figures eight around and between her ankles, brushing her long bushy tail against Hannah’s shins. Whiskey sour, buckwheat flour, she mused as the fall out of Parker’s message settled like snow in the cracks of her long term memory. Suddenly, she screamed aloud, the sound of her frustration prompting Mr. Skitters to rush out of the room. I am not the same girl you messed around with back in high school Parker. Now there’s the Chase, Chase and me. But what about you Park? Have you changed? I mean, we’re all capable of it, aren’t we?

Hannah waited a few seconds more before finally saving the message, and then proceeded to undress on the spot. She had forgotten how disappointed and angry he had made her, getting over him finally after months of lingering angst. But in that moment, twinges of regret, contempt and sadness tugged weakly in her gut, as she flung her musked sweats away with the toes of her left foot. An incredible build up of sexual tension had been on simmer since she’d left Chase. Now on the brink, Hannah could do nothing but yield. She felt the throb inside her sex, blood pulsing, relentless. This is okay, she convinced herself, too far over the edge to stop. It’s fine. What Chase doesn’t know won’t hurt us, and the past shouldn’t hurt us either.

“Oh God Chase,” Hannah spoke aloud as she caressed the smooth slopes of her breasts and the perceptible curves of her ribs, “I want to eat your pussy so bad. Please; let me taste it. Hmm, haven’t I been a good girl to you?”

Certain this time that she would not be preempted , Hannah sped down the hall to gather her props. She returned to the kitchen a moment later, with a towel, a water resistant cushion and a baby pool; four feet in diameter, a school of caricatured clown fish, dolphins, star fish and sea turtles parading around its circumference. Settling into the pool, towel folded beneath her back, cushion propped behind her head, legs raised and her pleasantly musked, brown haired, sex very near her face, Hannah licked the longest fingers of her right göztepe escort hand, and reached them to her vulva’s clef.

As she massaged herself open, painting saliva on her unfolded rose, Hannah was realizing that her contempt for Parker had aged, weathered and felt more like a pleasant trickle rather than a surging flood. Her engorged clitoris exposed, Hannah proceeded to rub rapid fire vertical friction against it while she plunged the longest two fingers of her other hand to stroke the spongy patch of her G. Her recollection took her to the Parker fantasy she thought of through the times she’d loved and hated him: that sunny spring day in the woods behind his house, his naked brown skin, the swaying dapple shadows of branches and leaves along his flesh, his hard cock swelling inside her mouth, and then her crawling upon it, watching her pussy envelop it entirely, fucking him until the oblivion of completeness left her drooling.

Then there came the snap of a twig, a foot fall, and then another. Oh yes Chase, she thought. Please. Hannah could still smell her, taste her perfume in the corners of her mouth. As she closed her eyes and more quickly affected the friction of her fingers, she saw Parker disappear from beneath her, and turned to watch lovely Chase, glowing inside the light of a hundred candles that flanked her on either side: illuminating her magnificent eyes, the allure of her golden skin, the white honeysuckle orbs of her breasts and their mesmerizing pink nipples, her generous mouth and long fingers.

Hannah began to pant, the occasional breath catching in her throat, as she called to mind the scenes, the spectacular torment of her new lover’s play and the succulent fruit that hung just out of her reach. Ivory tower, electric power, golden shower, please Chase; please. Half a moment more and Hannah began to tense, a seemingly pained grimace coming into her face. As the curl of her orgasmic wave hit, she grunted and began to cream thin arches of milky come, and then a clear cascade of urine drenched her breasts, neck and chin. Her mouth open wide, Hannah shuddered, panted and drank until the stream no longer reached her mouth. She lowered her legs, and let Her body finally go limp. In the ensuing silence of her afterglow, Mr. Skitters meowed plaintively from the kitchen doorway. Hannah, comforted in the knowledge that so precious few knew her darkest, most secret desires, took a long, relaxed, breath through her nose; and exhaled.

“I don’t think you should call him.” insisted Catherine, “He’s right. You don’t owe him a damn thing.”

It was the following morning, and they had arranged to meet at Lenny’s, on the Silus Dean highway. Catherine Wisneuski, pleasant, plainly pastel and generally aloof, had been Hannah’s friend since the sixth grade. It wasn’t a complicated relationship. They shared in each other’s joys and sorrows. Hannah was Catherine’s barometer for what the world offered in indulgences and Catherine showed Hannah how to conduct herself politely through a world that functioned through convention. The one cried on the other’s shoulders when the need arose or treated her like shit when no one else was around to take it. Hannah’s truth was that everyone was bound to hurt you, and it was Catherine’s truth that one had to stick with the other that was worth suffering for.

“You’re right.” was Hannah’s answer as she poured a cascade of syrup on her stack of four banana pancakes, “I owe him nothing.”

“Right.” agreed Catherine as “she took one of Hannah’s sausage links and added it to her own plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and home fries.

“but.” said Hannah as she held a fork full of dripping pancake aloft.

“But what!” asked Catherine, her mouth half full with scrambled egg, her brow furrowed, “But nothing.”

She swallowed quickly, and then cleared her throat.

“Hannah, honey, the only possible reason for you to entertain him is for the sake of helping him to absolve himself, which we agree he doesn’t deserve, or to possibly use the man for sex: or to make him pay, some how, for what he did to you.”

Actually, thought Hannah, as she took two more mouthfuls of her breakfast, I was thinking about making both happen. But, Catherine knew her friend too long, too well, and so Hannah’s eyes did, once met with her good friend’s, betray her. Hannah could do nothing but look away from Catherine’s “you lying sack of shit” stare.

“You are insane.” accused Catherine, “What- How- What if he tries to hurt you? How will you be safe!?”

“Chase will be there.”

Catherine studied Hannah’s eyes for half a moment. She wasn’t sure how to feel about her friend’s new pastime. As even as Hannah’s temperament was lately, Catherine sensed there was something still unsaid, the if, and or but that Hannah had yet to utter. Catherine, not necessarily an innocent bystander to the evolution of Hannah’s bisexuality, was still no less surprised to hear that she had started a relationship with another woman after a long dry spell, punctuated with the occasional series of dates with only two or three men. Presently, Catherine propped her head on her free hand, and çorlu escort cast her eyes down to her plate.

“Hannah,” she spoke softly, “I was there the last time, and Parker nearly killed us both. What difference would this; Chase person make?”

“Chase will make a mockery of him.” Hannah hissed as the waitress approached with more coffee, “Chase will make him beg for mercy and then beg for more wrath.”

The waitress appeared, refilled their mugs and asked about their meals. Hannah drove her fork aimlessly through her pancakes. Catherine demurely wiped her mouth and nodded to the waitress.

“Wrath?” Catherine intoned after the waitress moved on, “Mercy? You know what? The less I know, the better.”

Hannah peered up from her pancakes, a wounded expression softening her features. From beneath looping bangs of chestnut hair, Catherine assessed the look from her own remarkably luminous hazel eyes, their shape betraying her mother’s Icelandic lineage. They ate in silence for a time before Hannah began to mutter; her chain of words getting gradually louder.

“baby shower, water tower, solar power, witching hour, pussies cower-“

“Hannah!?!”

“What?”

“We don’t do that stim in public.”

“You’re right Cat. We don’t do that stim in public. How’s your breakfast?”

“Fine, thank you.”

Their silence resumed while small talk chit chat, glass tink, dish clack and silverware clanged around them.

“Does she love you?” Catherine heard herself ask.

Hannah looked sidelong at her friend, and then raised an eye brow. A second later, she shrugged and took another mouthful of pancake.

“It’s you that loves me.” Hannah chose to say, then smiled broadly.

Hannah hoped Catherine would feel less angry, but it only elicited another cold stare. The smile faded and fell; though a ghost of it lingered around Hannah’s lips.

“Do you remember when we used to jill off together?” was the next thing Hannah chose to say.

Catherine quickly scanned the tables immediately around them, her complexion reddening with the same urgency.

“You’re going to bring that up too? Jesus Han; what is up with you!”

“Why did we stop?”

Catherine watched the wounded look reappear on Hannah’s face. Sighing, she looked into her bowl of buttered grits.

“Because we got too old,” Catherine muttered, “Maybe; because you, we, started talking about boys?”

“Yeah, but that didn’t mean I stopped liking masturbating with you.”

“Oh my God. Okay, and it also didn’t mean that I continued liking it enough; to continue. Please lower your voice. You know what? Never mind. Let’s just drop it.”

Hannah’s cell, which she’d laid on the table beside the sugar caddy, suddenly jingled the arrival of a text. She leaned toward the phone, opened the message and read. Catherine, still befuddled by Hannah’s sudden mention of their mutual masturbation, looked on as Hannah’s face flushed. She thought she seemed suddenly apprehensive, maybe even a little fearful.

“So Parker’s got your cell number too?” asked Catherine, suddenly not shy about how full her mouth was, “That’s nice. I always wanted my very own stalker. Or, is that Chase writing you sweet nothings?”

“Whatever Cat.” said Hannah before dropping her fork, wiping her mouth and grabbing her cell and purse, “I’ll be right back.”

Hannah locked herself inside one of the ladies room stalls and opened the text message again.

So that’s your old buddy Cat, was how the message began. She might have a sex life if she lost a few pounds and did something with her hair. Hell, I might even do her.

Where are you, was what Hannah typed back.

No where that you can see me, so don’t look. Now, my lovely little girl, take that remote control vibrator I gave you last night and insert it into your special place.

Not here, not now, please?

Yes here. Yes now or else the cat will come out of the bag and scratch you in front of your little friend; Cat. Oh my goodness, I am so funny. Now do it Hannah, and never argue with me again.

Yes mistress.

Good. Write me when you’ve done as I’ve told you.

Hannah muttered mild curses under her breath as she tucked the phone into her bag and pulled out the slick white vibe. She then placed her bag onto the back of the toilet, and then began to open the fly of her jeans. In spite of her reservation, Hannah’s sex yielded quite easily, and the vibe was as good as in.

“I am now a new me,” Hannah whispered as she put herself back together, and then retrieved her cell. “And I can become more, go beyond the new me. Just you watch.”

I’m ready mistress.

Good. Now get back to your booth, and don’t you dare try to scope me out. Go.

“Are you okay?” asked Catherine as Hannah took her seat.

“I am just peachy. Are you finish yet? Let’s get out of here.”

“What’s your hurry Han? Oh, sorry: maybe you need to be somewhere. A few more bites and I’ll be done.”

As Hannah glowered at Catherine, the first wave of Chase’s control hither, and startled her to attention. At first, she wondered if Catherine could ümraniye escort hear the vibe. Then second, she realized that her eyes had closed. Hannah felt her self becoming steadily wetter with each of Chase’s variation of the vibe’s speed.

“Hannah, are you okay?” repeated Catherine as the waitress dropped off their check.

“I’m fine.” Hannah sang softly as the vibe’s speed rose again.

“You look like your falling asleep.”

“It’s the pancakes.” sighed Hannah, “They always make me sleepy.

She knew it was one of Chase’s tests, her evaluation of Hannah’s own self control, her ability to remain calm in the face of exposure. It was an important lesson, valuable in that it meant that she was that much closer to coming into her own.

“Do you remember our prom, and how we danced most of the night away with each other because our dates invited us just to see how Parker would react to our being there?”

“Man, you know you are full of regretful memories today. Please don’t remind me. God, why did high school have to suck so bad? And I liked that asshole who invited me too. What was his name?”

“Gordon, I think. You were so sick that night in the hotel, and I couldn’t stop laughing as I held your hair back from falling into the toilet bowl.”

“I asked you not to remind me.”

“Sorry. God, faster is definitely better.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” asked Catherine between spoonfuls of grits.

“Nothing,” Hannah sighed as she rode the crest of a small orgasm, “I was just thinking about, thinking about the ocean.”

“The ocean?” Catherine laughed, “What about it?”

“The ocean is like a secret or maybe the secret is like the ocean, with waves and ripples and swells and alternating currents on top, with rip tides and devastating undertows threatening sometimes just below the surface.”

“That’s cute Han. And what’s your secret?”

“Do you really want to know?”

Hannah clenched her thighs tightly as the waitress strolled up to take their dishes. The woman raised an eyebrow as she noticed Hannah’s position and her reddening cheeks and neck. I could blow it all right now, thought Hannah as the waitress left and as Catherine’s gaze turned into something more suspicious. Yes; I could turn Cat or maybe even long lost Parker into my own little; side project.

“What my secret is, Hannah resumed as a second thigh muted orgasm throbbed inside the vault of her sex, “Do you want to know what it is?”

Catherine shrugged, scanned the most immediate faces, and then met Hannah’s glazing eyes.

“In the little girl’s room, I put a wireless bullet into my pussy.”

Hannah grinned then as she watched Catherine’s mouth go agape and her eyes wide. Once again, she scanned the patrons in their surrounding booths, before returning her eyes to Hannah’s, her expression evolving into a lighter shade of amused.

“This is quite possibly the most insane thing you have ever done in my presence. Catherine hissed, leveling her stare, “I just assumed you two had more between you than a couple of watch batteries to make you happy. Oh, and since you’re so sexy tough, I’m going to watch you go up and pay the bill!”

Hannah sat still for a few seconds as Catherine rose from her side of the booth. Then, she stood aside and waited for Hannah to get on her feet. She did eventually, and Catherine watched as her friend stepped into line at the register, and saw that if anyone else was paying attention, they could see that she was gently rocking her hips to some slow inner rhythm. When it was Hannah’s turn to pay, she smiled broadly at the elder cashier, who responded in kind. Hannah then took her change, and swaggered back to the booth she and Catherine had occupied, and then lazily brushed her hair back before finally leaving a tip. She strolled back to Catherine and stopped beside her. A sudden rush of screeches and remonstrations came tumbling into the restaurant, and a bedraggled pair of parents herded their five little ones to the “Please Wait to be seated” sign.

“Ready?” Hannah asked, smiling, her hips still grinding slightly.

Catherine was livid. Hannah took the moment to hold her gaze, to stand her slippery, sloping, ground, and realize the plain beauty of Catherine’s narrowly slanted brimming dark hazel eyes. She was a natural brunette that never experimented away from her usual shoulder length cut or body wave style, but she always dressed well, in muted soft burgundies, maroons, dark yellows and browns. Today was actually purple for her, violet stretch jeans, with a spacious lavender sweater and gently worn brown loafers. Catherine never dressed sexy, because she was far too self conscious about the weight around her middle she never seemed able to lose. Hannah had expressed to her best friend often enough that the style she had developed for herself did in deed make her attractive, and as genuine as Hannah’s feelings were about the matter, Catherine would never once buy it because she could never muster enough confidence to take the risk of wearing something a little more revealing or provocative. She’s not fat, thought Hannah as Catherine suddenly turned on her heels and walked out the door, just a little round bellied, a little round assed, and a little round assed is a good thing. I bet she’d look pretty good in, let’s see: a little spandex, a little fishnet? Hmm. Noticing that Catherine’s anger had quickened her step, Hannah found that she had to pick up her pace in order to have some last word before they parted company.

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J and Sara quietly peeked into the J and T’s bedroom. Chris was standing at the foot of the bed, thrusting into T. Her breasts were vigorously swaying back and forth as he slammed into her, and she let out an adorable little squeak with every thrust. Chris paused and readjusted T so that her ass was pointed up and out, presented for him.

“Mmm, Ok little one,” Chris growled, “Tell Uncle Chris where you want him to put his cock.”

T groaned and blushed. She knew what she wanted, but she was so very shy.

Chris gave her bottom a good swat. “Baby T, I want to hear you say it.”

T finally whispered, “In my bummy hole, Uncle Chris.”

He swatted her again, harder this time. “I can’t hear you, princess!”

“PLEEEEAAASE!! Put it in my bummy hole Uncle Chris!” she shouted and blushed from nose to toes.

T felt him squeeze something cold and slimy into the crack of her bottom. He was slowly slipping his cock in and out of her kitty, and pressing his fingers into her bottom. She groaned as he lubed her up, knowing that she was going to be a very full little girl soon!

Outside the door, Sara’s eyes were wide and her mouth gaped open as she idly stroked between her legs. She was fascinated by what was happening, she’d NEVER had a cock in her ass! She accepted fingers sometimes and it always felt really good, but she was always so worried about the pain, and although she would love to please her Daddy by letting him take her there, she was just too afraid.

Sara looked over at J who was smiling proudly. She bit her lip and then leaned over and whispered “Uncle J! Does T… Umm… Does she, you know… Take you in her bottom… Often? Doesn’t it hurt?”

J grinned and whispered back as he stroked her hair. “T really enjoys having her bottom filled up. It took a lot of practice, and she had to work at it, but now she seems to really like it. She told me that it still can be pinchy and ouchie sometimes, but once she relaxes, and especially if she’s all worked up and wet, she REALLY wants it.”

Sara nodded, gently rubbing herself as he spoke and bit her lip. She thought for a few minutes and then quietly said, “Do you think… Maybe… T would help me practice so I can give Daddy my bottom for the first time?”

J moaned quietly, this discussion was definitely getting him hard again. “Mmmm… You know, I think T would be excited to help, maybe me and her could set up a training regime for you and you could surprise your Daddy with it when you’re ready!”

Sara shivered. “I’d like that Uncle J.”

They both turned back to the bedroom.

T was rolling her hips in slow circles. She was bent over the edge of the bed, squatting a little to give Chris the best access to her holes. She had her chest and face pressed to the bed and one hand between her legs playing with her kitty as she felt his shaft slip out of her and then the tuzla escort head of his cock pressing and poking at her bottom. As he slowly pushed and entered her, she felt the familiar pinch, making her grunt “UNGH!” and bite down on the comforter.

Chris groaned, “Mmmmmm, there’s a good girl.” As his cock slowly slipped all the way in.

T was suddenly in heaven. The sensation of pressure and burning subsided as she relaxed to accept his cock and turned into a deep filling feeling that sent heat and tingles over her skin. Chris began to slowly slide all the way in and all the way out in a relaxed rhythm, “Holy fuck,” He thought to himself, “She’s SO tight!” He grabbed her ass and spreading her cheeks he watched as his shaft disappeared into her.

J leaned over to Sara who watched in rapt fascination and whispered, “Why don’t you go in there and help your Daddy?”

Sara moaned quietly, nodded, and padded into the room. She smiled when Chris took a surprised gasp when she reached around him in a hug and stroked her fingers across his chest. She kissed his back sending goosebumps shivering across his skin and then he felt her sliding down.

Sara turned on the floor and scooched between T and Chris’s legs. She sat on the carpet and layed her head back on the bed between T’s thighs. She kissed T’s fingers and T squeaked in surprise! She pulled her hand out and her shock turned to bliss when Sara’s tongue explored her folds and found her clit.

T started groaning, “Ohhhhhh, OHHHHHH!” As Chris’s cock started thrusting harder and Sara’s tongue massaged her clit. Her eyes flew open when she felt her Daddy’s hand brush her cheek and tuck her hair behind her ear. He leaned down and kissed her mouth and then stood so she could see him stroking his cock in front of her. He had her take him into her mouth and get him all slippery with her spit and then continued to stroke himself.

J growled, “Mmm, tell me where you’re taking Uncle Chris’s cock, princess.”

T blushed red and whispered, “In my ass, Daddy.”

J plunged into her mouth and back out again and repeated, “Louder, baby girl, tell everyone where you have his cock and how it feels.”

T flushed and thought, “Why does Daddy like to make me blush so much??” She was hesitant but knew that he liked it and it always turned her on even more for some strange reason, so she obeyed.

Every thrust made her groan and Sara’s tongue just licked even more vigorously as she spoke, “Ung! Ung! He’s in, Ung, My ass Daddy! Ung! Ung! He’s filling me up! Ung! I’m getting close Daddy! Ung! Can I cum!?? Daddy! Ung! Please can I cum??! Ung Ung!”

J groaned, “Mmmm, you need to ask your Uncle Chris baby girl!” He was getting close too. “You ask and then open your mouth, princess! Daddy is gonna fill it up with his cum!”

T shivered, she wasn’t going pendik escort to last much longer. “Ohhhhhh, Uncle Chris! I’m sooooooo close! PLEASE can I cum for you!? PLEASE??”

Chris shuddered, grabbed her hips, and started pounding into her. “Do it little one! Cum for me! NNNGGGGG! ”

She felt him thrust one last time and his cock started pulsing inside her and she shouted. “AHHHHHH!! Now! Daddy! Uncle! NOW! I’M CUMMING!!” Her tight little bottom squeezed and clenched on Chris’s cock like she was milking him and she lost control of her legs as her body shook with pleasure.

Sara lapped and sucked at T’s clit and she felt her kitty crush into her mouth. Her fingers plunging in and out of her own soaking pussy.

J groaned, “Open wide baby girl! Daddy’s cumming! Mmmmmm!!”

T was shaking and shivering but she opened for him and felt his warm, salty cum spill in thick ropes, first across her cheek and then into her mouth. She felt Chris pop out of her ass and she collapsed forward onto the bed. J moved out of the way to stand with Chris.

Sara clambered up onto the bed on all fours next to T and kissed her. With J’s cum still in T’s mouth, Sara could taste him and it pushed her closer to the edge, her fingers stroking wide circles as she made out with her friend.

J gestured to Chris and the two of them moved Sara to her knees as she kissed T. J spread her thighs and pulled apart her bottom cheeks wide open. Chris’s fingers still lubed from fucking T, he used one hand to poke and rub at her bottom hole and his other to slam his fingers into her kitty and rub her clit.

Sara broke the kiss to moan and scream. T kissed her neck and groaned to her, “Do it for us Sara! Mmmm give our Daddies your cum!”

Sara gasped, “Daddy! Daddy! I’m cumming!! I’m cumming for you!!” Her legs tensed and shook and she gushed and splashed her cum all over her Daddy’s fingers, T’s legs, and the bed.

Chris growled as his fingers continued to pound into her, “Mmmmmm, GOOD GIRL. Let it all out for your Daddy.”

Sara, screaming, sprayed another huge squirt out and collapsed, half on the bed and half on top of T. Sara panted and her body shook from exertion. T rubbed Sara’s back and giggled, “I like your messy cums, Sara!”

Sara blushed and snuggled shyly into T. Chris and J collapsed onto the king bed, on either side of the cuddling girls. Chris spooning Sara and J spooning T. They all ignored the wet sheets, snuggled close together, and promptly fell into a slumber.

Once, sometime in the wee hours of the morning, T felt her Daddy stirring. He reached around her chest and grabbed a handful of her breast and his cock pushed between her legs, into her kitty. Still half asleep, T felt the bed begin to shake and she tried to keep quiet, but her Daddy’s cock coaxed out little squeaking moans maltepe escort from her.

Sara groaned and stirred as she was rocked gently awake by the swaying bed and T’s muffled moans. Still hazy from sleep, she reached behind her and tugged her Daddy’s cock. Chris awoke to his little girl’s soft fingers coaxing him to hardness. He sighed happily and pressed into her kitty as she guided him in with her hand.

The bed rocked back and forth as the two men gently pumped into the girls. Sara and T kissed and fondled eachother as they were taken in the sleepy darkness. J pulled out first and his cock nestled between T’s bottom cheeks he spilled his cum in shivering pumps. T wiggled her sticky bottom and J nuzzled close to her.

Chris came moments later, his cock twitching as he pumped inside Sara. He wrapped his arm over her chest and squeezed her breast as he kissed the back of her neck.

They all fell asleep once more, Chris’s softening cock still inside Sara and J’s slippery and sticky between T’s cheeks.

Soon the room was silent, but for the soft breathing of 2 content couples happily cuddling in bed.

The girls woke up tangled together in bed. When T woke up she smiled at the memory of the shared adventure last night. Then, however, T couldn’t stop herself from frowning. The dark place she went in her mind in the back of the car on their way to the hospital reared it’s ugly head. She sniffled and tears ran down her face remembering that it was all her fault that Sara’s Daddy had been hurt last night. No sexual distractions to take her mind off things and no J to calm her down, she could feel herself starting to spiral. Just as she was about to turn away so Sara couldn’t see her cry, she felt a hand brush a tear from her cheek and she looked up at her friend’s concerned eyes.

“Hey, T why are you sad sads? Did I do something wrong?” Sara asked.

T wiped at her eyes and tried to calm herself down.

“No, no, of course not! I’m, I’m just being silly. I’m sorry.” T tried to roll over as she wiped at her face.

Sara held her firm. “No T, it’s not alright. You’re my friend and I care about you, I want you to be ok!”

T was starting to panic. Her rational mind was being pushed aside and she knew it was only a matter of time before she broke. It was her fault. Her fault that Chris was hurt. What if he hadn’t been ok? How could she ever live with herself? The was starting to spiral, thinking “Gah! Why am I always so stupid! Things like this always happen!”

“Hey, T, talk to me! What can I do to help? You’re my friend and I wanna help!” Sara asked.

That was it. The couldn’t hold the dark place in her head back anymore.

T screamed “I’m not a REAL FRIEND! LET GO!” And violently shoved Sara away as she sobbed and ran to the bathroom.

T hugged her knees to her chest and rocked back and forth, crying quietly to herself. She thought to herself, “it doesn’t matter now. I’ve ruined everything. Just like I always do. Sara and Chris, my first real friends to understand me will be gone. And then Daddy will leave too.”

Minutes that felt like hours passed as she wept on the cold bathroom tiles.

And then there was a quiet knock on the door.

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Even after three thousand years, Starbucks kept its motto: “Our mission: to inspire and nurture the human spirit – one person, one cup and one neighborhood at a time.”

Eiri Lao felt a little thrill seeing the words embossed on his visa. Few corporations in Hadrian’s American still served human consumer interests. He was proud to be hired on as a designer for one of the oldest surviving industries of the Collapse – even if it was on a temporary work visa, and even if Starbucks was now run by elves.

In the full flush of his mid-twenties, old mainland Chinese stock mingled with delicate Japanese bloodlines, he was tall and good-looking, with high cheekbones and a full, generous mouth. He did not doubt he was chosen as much for his looks as he was for his marks at Beijing Design Academy. Elven recruiters were shameless in their scrutiny, even requiring applicants to open their mouths so that teeth could be counted. He was treated like a king from the moment his plane landed at SeaTac – vintage limousine, fully furnished apartment in Belltown, monthly stipend of 20,000 marks just for clothes. Elves liked their human employees to dress well. Despite the obvious emphasis on his looks, Eiri found it hard not to buy into the dream of meritocracy. He was young, he graduated with high marks from a good school, and now he was going to be a hotshot product designer at Starbucks in one of the richests territories in the world.

As a design student, Eiri savored the sight of his new home – a high rise crafted from an church of the Old Faiths, resting on a foundation built of the smooth wood paneling so favored by elvish architects. The floors – also done in wood – were heated throughout his two-bedroom penthouse suite, which had formerly been a cloister. As a man culturally accustomed to removing his shoes at home, this was a welcome luxury in the misty, cold city of Seattle.

Work started the next day. Like him, Eiri’s coworkers were chosen for looks. At his first cross-functional sync, he observed them: Christy from chemical engineering had natural D cups; Alan from data science was broad-shouldered and muscular; Jaymin from product operations had the most exquisitely smooth skin making his age impossible to guess. Even Tim the intern looked like a classic interpretation of cupid with big blue eyes and gentle blonde curls.

They all wore uniforms to work, designed by elves for humans to show off their natural bodies – tight, clinging leggings; loose, flowing sleeveless tunics with arm slits cut down to the bottom of the rib cage; and soft soled sandals to display shapely feet and manicured toenails. Humans were not permitted to wear belts, socks, or underwear with their uniforms. The only exception to this were ultrasuede gloves, used more for handling delicate elven artifacts or personal items than for keeping shapely human hands warm.

When his teammates caught sight of him – a tall Asian with a square jaw and flashing black eyes – Alan gave a little chuckle. “Well – I hope at least one of us is good at the job.” They all laughed, nervously.

Then they met their product manager, Hallenwae al’nuf’de Air. The only elf among a team of humans assigned to Fulbright – a high elf from one of the greater families. Towering over them by a foot, he was a combination of tree and man: willowy with smooth brown skin whorled like the panels of wood in Eiri’s apartment. His head was crowned with antler-like branches atop a rustling mass of leaves that formed elven hair, the face beneath it broad and deep set as if carved into a tree trunk. All elves thought themselves beautiful, none more so than the high elves. Eiri found them horrifying, more so than the native Chinese demons in the streets back home.

“You all know why you’re here,” the elf said without even a greeting. “Fulbright ships on a tight product schedule. You are responsible for the look, feel, and execution of the launch. Today is training – exposure to existing flavor profiles managed by Starbucks. Tomorrow, I expect to see problem statements and go to market methodology.”

Christy spoke up, “When do we get to test formulas?”

“The formula has already been determined,” the elf sneered. “You just need to make humans like it. Are there any other… questions.”

The tone made it clear none were welcome. The product manager led them through a cursory tour of the Starbucks campus and then turned them over to a Human Resources manager for onboarding. Eiri didn’t catch sight of the elf again that day, but somehow he knew they’d never be without his menacing presence again.

…

Four days later, they were put on a new operating schedule. Rather than industry standard human operating hours – nine to five – they were moved to a swing shift starting at three in the afternoon with an hour at seven for dinner. The product manager – Hall, as they called him behind his back – gave no reason for the change. Eiri realized that none of them had reason to complain; they were short term contract maltepe escort workers with no friends and no family in the area. Nowhere to be but work.

His coworkers began to form bonds with each other. Christy was aggressive in inviting him to coffee, to lunch, to long walks in the fairy parks during their precious daylight hours. Eiri was careful to invite others along with them; he sensed her sexual interest and wanted to stave it off. He was determined to focus on Fulbright, impress his managers, and secure permanent visa status in Seattle. Going back to China, his mother said, was not an option.

“Keep your head down,” his mother admonished him when he proudly showed her the hiring packet. “Do good work, get full contract. You move there, you bring me over when it’s safe. Do not get distracted! What would your father say, if he were alive? He would tell you ‘don’t screw around!’ wouldn’t he?”

Eiri was a filial son. Even if he hadn’t been, he would still have wanted to do well in Seattle to escape demon-controlled China. Elves might be snobbish and racist, but at least they didn’t feed on souls!

He muted Christy’s text messages and resolved to think no more about her. Or any woman. And he did not complain when Hall moved them from the open floor of the common work areas to a sequestered “war room” bullpen on the fourth floor, forcing him into closer contact with his Christy and he aggressive advances. He kept his head down and worked.

…

Eiri met the vampire on the sixth day of work.

After sundown, when the main Starbucks employees were just heading to the cantina for the dinner service, Eiri noticed Hall wasn’t at his usual desk in the war room. Alan and Jaymin went down to lunch without inviting him; Christy said something about being a long in a minute. And – in a rare moment alone with his work – Eiri turned off the lighting panels and dimmed his monitor to his preferred shade. Then he let himself get lost in research, looking for the right mix of shapes and colors and typography that would entice people to drink the same beverage they’d been drinking for five centuries – and pay almost a dollar more for it per cup.

After a while, he felt eyes on him. He turned – but in the dark, saw nothing. The war room door was closed. Eiri turned back to his monitor, was too unsettled to dive back in. He sat in the dark, and waited, listening. Feeling eyes move over his back.

A muffled thump from down the hall startled him. Someone’s being sneaky…! The onboarding staff warned them to be on alert at all times for corporate espionage – especially from other human workers, so susceptible to drugging, mind-control, and good old fashioned bribes. Eiri got up from his desk and went to investigate before calling security.

Past the open floor down a narrow corridor leading to the human washrooms, he saw a shadow pressed against the wall. Stepping closer, he saw it resolve into two bodies – elf and human – pressed against a wall.

Hall, and Christy, struggling.

At first, he thought they were fighting – but after a moment of observation, he saw Christy’s tunic pushed up to her waist, Hall’s hands under it, moving in circular motions around the swell of her breasts. She had one leg wrapped around his hips, her hands gripping the branches on his head, pulling his face to her neck while she squirmed under the pressure of his grip. Her head was back, eyes closed, and mouth open in a silent gasp. Enraptured.

Eiri was just about to turn away and leave her to her conquest when she thrashed her head in his direction and opened her eyes.

For a moment, he met them, feeling a blush spread over his cheeks. Then she saw her blink and utter a cry – alarmed. She let go of Hall and started pushing him away, frantic. The elf held her in place, casually glancing Eiri’s way. Then he, too, froze.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” a voice drawled behind him. “I was just looking for the women’s room.”

Eiri turned and saw her standing just behind him, close enough to reach out and touch her shoulder. She was striking: pale skinned and black-eyed with rich brown hair flowing over her shoulders. She was not tall – the top of her head rising to about halfway up Eiri’s chest – but, looking down, he saw the magnificent sweep of her breasts, her hips, pressing against tailored cotton and linen. He was captivated by the symmetry; a perfect hourglass, beautifully proportioned. Her eyes locked onto his and he shivered, feeling as though he stood at the edge of a void that would swallow him.

“Director,” Hall said, letting go of Christy. She stumbled to the floor and hastily yanked down her tunic, smoothing it over her hips. “Of course. It’s just this way…”

Eiri felt the strange woman brush past him. Freed from her soulless gaze, he turned his head to follow her with his gaze. She moved like a dancer, graceful, light footed, hips swaying like a metronome. He saw she wore manavgat escort a vintage wool suit, hemmed at the ankle to show off velvet textured heels shining with gold thread embroidery. The swoop of her buttocks was just visible below the asymmetrical hem of the jacket and he caught himself fixating on the sight of it as it swayed away from him.

Then Christy was beside him, swatting his arm. “Come on,” she hissed. He followed her.

She stopped just outside the elevator that would take them down to the cantina. She was tugging the hem of her tunic down around her hips, over her buttocks. Eiri followed the motion of her hands, saw her trying to pull the clinging leggings away from herself, out of the crevice between her legs where they’d ridden up.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes. No…” She slapped the panel to call the elevator with her open palm, readjusted the front of her tunic, dragged the hem downward again over her crotch, squirming. “Forget it. Fuck, how long were you two standing there?”

“Couldn’t have been long – I didn’t know she was behind me,” Eiri said. “I don’t even know who she is.”

“Director Ipomoea,” Christy said. “Hall told me she’s going to be overseeing the project. I don’t know why – vampires don’t make coffee.” She shivered. “I hate them – they’re creepy. And always staring. You can feel it even when they’re not looking at you.”

Eiri thought of the quiet dark, the feeling of eyes on him. He felt it again, stepping onto the elevator with Christy. But when he turned, he didn’t see anyone standing there.

…

“Bring the Director a cup, Eiri.”

Now was the moment Hall would retaliate, Eiri thought. They’d been fighting ever since he interrupted the elf groping Christy. From that moment on, Hall said Eiri’s designs were sloppy, his uniform wasn’t clean enough, he was late badging in, he was early badging out. Snide little insults after every presentation. None of it bothered Eiri – it wasn’t his first job, nor his first passive aggressive manager. But here, in front of the vampires with ultimate control over Fulbright, he knew the elf would work hard to humiliate him.

Eiri ground the beans fine, remembering Fulbright’s flavor came through best in an espresso texture, no sugar to dull the tang. The porcelain tinkled merrily as he set the cup on its saucer, two-thirds full with the bitter aromatic liquid. He glanced at Hall as he turned to bring the cup to the vampire, expecting to find the angry blue gaze fixed on him, but the elf was turned toward Christy beside him. She had her head down, her cheeks blazing red, the slightest tremble of her shoulders suggesting movement further down her body. He was touching her beneath the table, Eiri thought.

If anyone noticed, they did not care. Three other vampires stared at him from across the table – like dogs watching a butcher. Jaymin and Alan were messaging each other from their tablets, and Tim the intern was relegated to standing along the wall with two administrative assistants. No one looked at Hall, no one looked at Christy.

Bring the Director her cup, Eiri told himself. He approached, noting that the vampire wasn’t looking at him. She played with her phone, idly scrolling through Hall’s presentation Eiri stayed up late the night before to complete. She was, once again, well-dressed – dark suit tailored within a quarter inch of where her white leather heels met the ground, a flared cuff over her milky white wrists.

Eiri still couldn’t get over the sight of her. The symmetry, the careful balance as she walked. That ass swaying on silent steps. Sheepishly, he thought of it while showering the night before, had felt his cock pulse with the basic human desire he fought to obliterate while working for elves. He prayed it wouldn’t happen now. Not now, while Hall was already out to shame him in front of the beautiful creature to whom he was supposed to bring coffee.

When Eiri was close enough to set the cup in front of her, Hall sprang his trap. Though Eiri had never seen Hall do it, he’d seen other Starbucks elven employees manipulate wood – melding their hands into the panels along walls or floors to access hidden controls for water, temperature, and even hidden snack compartments where some hid sacrilegious beef jerky and sugary elemental candy.

Hall revealed his natural talents, now, manipulating the wood of the floorboards beneath Eiri, rocking one just enough to cause him to lose his balance. The cup rattled in the saucer, sloshing the steaming coffee within over the delicate brim of the cup hard enough to land on Eiri’s hand, stinging his thumb.

Even before the first painful drops landed, Hall was snapping, “Careful! Humans – so clumsy…”

Petty motherfucker, Eiri thought.

The vampire looked at him. Her eyes weren’t black, but bistre, the rich color of Turkish Dark. It was only seeing them against the cream of her pale skin that made them şişli escort seem soulless and empty as he thought before.

“Uh, Eiri,” Hall said. “You spilled. Get our guest a new cup.”

“That won’t be necessary,” said the Director.

Somehow, he was still looking into her eyes. She reached up and took the saucer from him, steadying the cup with imperceptible adjustments of her elegant fingers. Placing it on the table, she lifted her hand again and took hold of his wrist, pulling Eiri toward her. A flash of white against pink as she opened her mouth, and then his seared knuckle was plunged into the soothing warmth of her mouth.

Would he feel it then, the sharp fangs pressing into him? They eat humans, you know! His mother warned him once when they saw a vampire in the street.

Eiri felt pressure against his skin. But it was not the sting of teeth. She was sucking the coffee from his finger.

“I’d hate to waste even a drop,” the Director said. She let go of him. But held him with her eyes.

…

The elves observed a Julian calendar to humor their human allies, observing New Years celebrations as part of company policy.

Growing up in demon-controlled China, Eiri had never been to a New Year’s party – but he had seen movies, and thought it would be like Chinese New Year, with alcohol instead of the song gao his mother made. Elves didn’t drink the stuff, but they allowed the humans in their employ to indulge on holiday, and even ordered champagne for the office party. Christy explained that at midnight, a luminescent ball would rise over the Broken Needle in downtown Seattle, accompanied by fireworks. And then at midnight, everyone would exchange a kiss.

“It’s tradition,” she insisted, passing him a champagne flute as he walked into the decorated cantina, the tables all pushed back to allow for dancing.

Eiri took the glass she offered and abandoned it near the tray trolley. His eyes scanned the room, taking note of the elves who circulated the edge of the dance floor. Plenty of opportunities to embarrass himself, if he wasn’t cautious. Alan, Jaymin, and Tim showed no such caution – smuggling a rare bottle of Yamazaki 10 from Old Japan past the badge check. They begged him to take a shot with them, and when he wouldn’t – Shooting Yamazaki whiskey! The audacity! – they made him read the Japanese language alcohol warning to them, laughing at his accent.

At least Hall wasn’t there to see his team get wasted. Eiri caught sight of the elf in the company of his family – other tree-like elves with leafy hair – circulating among lesser, more human-looking elves in attendance. Sprinkled throughout, he thought he could identify the Ipomoea vampires: they wore black or white clothes and, like the elves, avoided dancing, preferring to circle the dance floor, watching. Hunting, Eiri thought.

After an hour, the humans were all drunk. And now Eiri saw younger elves and vampires drifting onto the floor alongside them, pulling at human hands and arms, testing to find the most pliant, the most willing. Hands slid over buttocks, straps were pushed down to bare shoulders, and every so often, the chasm between warm, gyrating bodies would collapse, hips and loins colliding in a puppetry of sex. Eiri thought that it was strange for a species that valued aesthetic so highly to get such a thrill from teasing sloppy drunks.

Two hours before midnight, Christy found him lingering near the edge of the floor. Her halter top was slipping down, exposing the blushing areola of one breast.

“Eiri-chan!” she insisted on calling him. “Come-oo, and dance-oo, with me-desoo!” She grabbed him by the asymmetrical lapels of his blazer and pulled at him. He wasn’t sure which offended him more – the racism or her disregard for vintage Alexander McQueen. He tried to pull her away, to guide her from the shark tank of eager hands, pinching fingers.

Suddenly Hall was there, behind her. Eiri greeted him loudly, hoping to warn Christy – but she turned and bumped right into him.

“Oh, it’s you!” she said, drunken cheerfulness curdling to something sour. “Back for more? I thought you said I was dirty. You didn’t wanna… sully your stupid sullenness with me. You said.” She laughed, thought she was being funny, but even Eiri could hear the bitter fragility under it.

Hall smiled at her, indulgent. The look made Eiri sick. Demons looked at humans that way before contracting souls. Pimps looked at whores that way before exploiting them.

The elf reached out and caught the drooping strap of Christy’s dress. She stumbled a little, her unbound breasts bouncing, a nipple sliding just above the border of the cup. Hall caught it in his hand, gave the nipple a little tweak with his thumb.

“You’ve had too much to drink,” said the elf. He hoisted the strap up, tucking her breast neatly back into the dress. “I should get you home.”

“I’ll take her,” Eiri said, taking Christy by the shoulders and pulling her back. Elves might not think of much of abusing humans, but Eiri couldn’t live with himself if he let Hall take advantage of Christy. Under the cover of the party, he thought could get away with standing up to his product manager.

“Is that wise? Two humans out at night with so many strange vampires about…” Hall said, about to sneer at their human weakness.

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This story is a work of fiction. Thank you for taking the time to read this submission and is a sequential story. It starts out in Chapter 1, so start there in order to figure out what’s going on. Votes and feedback are appreciated. Enjoy!

And if you’re wondering about what Lisa did that she wishes all this done her, just wait! It’s coming in a few more chapters. Please be patient… I believe you will find it interesting, and for some people, enough to made them do just what Lisa thinks she deserves.

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Lisa’s Guilt – Chapter 3, Emerging Desires

Janet refilled her drink and sat on the sofa after switching on the TV by habit. She tried to simply continue her normal ‘husband away for a few weeks on business’ routine, but the mental picture of Lisa hanging by her wrists in the garage with bowling balls hung on her ankles with bright red whip marks was too distracting. A woman suffering of her own desire; and she was part of it now. She had come to justify it in her mind after Lisa’s first asking her by knowing it really wasn’t hurting anyone else, except Lisa of course, So there really wasn’t anything wrong being done here. The woman in the garage was suffering, but she knew she wouldn’t die. So be it! I’ll do my part of this as her closest friend, then it be over and done. Besides, most likely Lisa would break in a short time anyway. She must be in great pain by now, Perhaps with this next whipping.

But what was really bothering Janet was the fact that she was beginning to admire Lisa’s body and present situation in a more interesting and erotic fashion. She really didn’t know how to figure it out as it was a completely new type of admiration she had never felt before. Was she beginning to like seeing this? Or even like to doing painful things like this to another woman? What was the thinking? Definitely she needed a distraction!

So Janet tried to concentrate on the movie showing on the tube right now while paying attention to the clock. At exactly 7:00 o’clock she refreshed her drink again and stepped into the garage with a determined yet confused mind. With a skillful approach, she asked if Lisa was ready to quit.

“So, are you ready to give me the names of your accomplices yet?” Janet demanded as she approached Lisa.

Not seeing any sort of signal from Lisa, Janet proceeded to untie the hair rope over Lisa’s shoulder and picked up the thin belt.

“If you talk now, you won’t get a whipping from this pretty thin piece of leather!” Janet stated as she saw Lisa’s raised head look at it as Janet began to swish it in front of her. After shaking her head ‘No’, Janet moved to lay the first lash on one of the already red areas on Lisa’s back. This thin belt didn’t make near as much noise as the wide belt, but from Lisa’s reaction, it sure hurt a lot more. Janet found herself unconsciously smiling.

Lisa, after throwing her head back, moaned strongly as her arms unconsciously retracted to lift her slightly. With more than forty extra pounds hanging off of Lisa’s ankles, the pain must have been really extreme to make her do that! This was really going to be a tough few minutes for Lisa to endure.

“Now are you ready to talk?” Janet asked again, expecting her to surely give up now!

With a shake of Lisa’s head indicating a ‘No’, Janet completed the first ten strokes on her backside. As the pain subsided, and without any remorse, Janet began the prescribed lashings to the frontal areas after tossing the hair rope back over her shoulder. Hitting already tenderized spots, and sometimes virgin skin, Lisa thrashed and moaned with each lash. This belt was definitely crueler that the wide one. This was displayed even more while lashing her breasts. Then the tip of the belt landed right on Lisa’s left nipple on the last lash. A spurt of pee shot out from Lisa as the tip stung such a tender orb caught Janet’s eye. Janet returned the belt to the workbench. With a slight grin, now remembering she had had forgotten to lay out a mat, she picked one up and unfolded it. Wiping up the small amount of piss with the absorbent side, she then spread it under Lisa. Again Janet asked for names. Getting no response, she redid the hair rope, inspected for cuts, and applied the nipple clips without hesitation. Lisa’s nipples were only slightly erect, so much more skin was encased between the clips savage teeth than just her bud. From the arching of Lisa’s back, Janet knew Lisa couldn’t take much more of this.

Moaning towards the ceiling, Lisa was now in more pain than she had ever experienced before. The combination of the pain in her arms and shoulders, still burning thin belt stripes, and nipple clips biting so deeply into her nipples was tremendous. Janet admired her friends now sweating body, patted her on the taut belly, and picked up her drink. Leaning up against the workbench, she took a few minutes to stare at this tortured woman. God, şişli escort she was beautiful! Feeling heat building up in her own pleasure spots, she left the suffering woman to her misery while turning out the garage lights.

After a few minutes, Lisa again was able to simply slump into her tethered position as the pain subsided, but this time she was in much greater pain. She could feel the thin belts red trails much easier than the wide belt ones as they still continued to burn. The next hour of her suspension was now going to seem much longer. The pain in her wrists, arms, and her shoulders increased every second, although the pain from her nipples subsided a bit. She thanked herself for having the guts to do this and happily closed her eyes to the darkness. Oddly, she anxiously awaited the next whipping. And even as the alligator clips pressed into her, she kind of wished she had some on her pussy lips. Perhaps she should have gotten a dozen clips instead of just two!

Janet, amazed by the fortitude Lisa was displaying after two of what she knew were painful whippings, again sat down on the sofa to think things out. Concerned about other things, she had turned off the TV off first. She had just given Lisa plenty of opportunities to end this thing, yet she willingly refused. Was she this strong, this tuff, to take all this punishment like her Grandmother?

Janet’s thoughts were interrupted by Ron’s normal nightly phone call whenever he was out of town. They chatted as normally for quit awhile, with Janet mentioning Lisa had come to visit for the weekend. The thing was she didn’t want Ron to know anything about what they were doing. Besides, Lisa was a good friend with him too. So, if upon returning, and a neighbor mentioned something about Lisa being there, it wouldn’t be anything abnormal as Lisa did visit them both from time to time. And after them both saying their last ‘I love you’ and ‘goodnight darling’, Janet saw it was already a bit past eight. This time letting her now empty glass behind, she went to the garage.

Lisa, still not giving in, took her whipping as before with the wide belt. Removing the nipple clips first, Janet gave Lisa several chance’s to talk, ending up just giving Lisa more red marks to think about until next time. Janet tried to lash Lisa on just the few remaining unmarked areas. No difference. No giving up. Lisa’s mind was set. No surrendering. No mercy for her. She didn’t want it.

After tying Lisa’s head back to the crotch rope, Janet wondered why she heard such loud painful moans when she removed the nipple clips. Why should removing a torture device hurt when taking it off? Not thinking very seriously about it, Janet left the garage immediately so as not to cloud her mind with more unusual feelings and sensations gained while adoring Lisa’s body and suffering. Also, she had to pee, and was slightly more than interested in fulfilling another of Lisa’s wishes. Did Lisa really want to drink Janet’s piss? She picked up an oval shaped Tupperware container on her way to the bathroom.

Although in a lot of pain, Lisa wondered where Jan had gone so quickly. This was answered when Janet returned a few minutes later as she heard the stool moved, then shortly her gag was removed just before warm urine was poured into her wide open mouth. With her head pulled back so severely, there was no way she could close it. Of course she wouldn’t have, even if she could. Pouring it slowly, every mouthful was swallowed that was given her. Janet dumped a small amount of the remainder on her face. Wanting to thank Jan, she did so in a very soft voice when done. It was the torment she deserved as the vial liquid ran down her body. And though Lisa had wished the urine would have tasted much worse than it did, she was grateful for this humiliating torment as the gag was shoved back into her mouth.

Shortly after, Lisa felt fingers grab and pull on her left pussy lip. Then, like a lightning bolt, pain shot up from this most tender flesh to her brain. She couldn’t restrain her moderately loud moan as the alligator clips sharp teeth snapped closed on the bare flesh. Oh my God! That hurts!! And then, following instructions about giving no mercy, her right pussy lip exploded in pain. In more agony than she had ever been before, Lisa heard Janet’s voice over her own suffering.

“Are you ready to tell me the other names of your ruthless gang that is harassing the most pure Arian race on Earth?”

From the intense pain she was in, Lisa thought about it a bit before shacking her head ‘No’.

Janet just shrugged her shoulders and turned out the lights again as she left the garage. ‘God, this woman is strong!’ she though. And after the nine and ten o’clock whippings and clip swapping, Janet decided the next one was going to be the one that would do it. At eleven, after changing out of her usual jeans tuzla escort and blouse into just panties and a long t-shirt, she entered the garage.

Lisa hung motionless, her arms and legs spread wide, with a torso almost completely covered with various shades of red stripes crisscrossing both her front and back. Alternating the alligator chips, they again hung from Lisa’s pussy lips.

“Are you ready to talk now bitch?” Janet snarled as she picked up the thin belt.

Lisa, momentarily startled by the tone and phrase of Janet’s voice, was quick to pick up that Janet was playing the roll of a real interrogator. Responding with a simple shake of her head ‘No’. This is what Lisa had realized from deep inside she had really wanted. What she had hoped for. To feel the pain of a real torturer. To feel that deep, unrelenting, agonizing, physical pain. One that the tortured victim could not put an end to. Pain that someone like her deserved, would never forget, and hopefully never end.

Janet’s heart rate quickened as she realized how much she enjoyed Lisa’s anguish. How without any hesitation, and never even thinking about touching another’s woman’s pussy before, simply grabbed Lisa’s pussy lip’s. And then pulled the out to add the alligator clips to them. And oddly felt a desire to do more to add to this woman’s misery. She was startled at thinking such a thing. Was she really that type of person? It was hard to comprehend, but here it was. She couldn’t deny it! She stared slightly up at her suffering friend, enjoying viewing a beautiful young woman who was going to endure many more hours of torture. On impulse she had put the alligator clips on Lisa’s pussy lips, which she knew would be excruciating, so why did she have the urge to even do more to this poor woman. Janet stared continuously at Lisa’s tortured body, wrestling between her upbringing and her new desires. Remembering what Lisa asked Janet to do her, she was confused and concerned about her newly developing desires. But suddenly the new urge took control of her.

“OK then. You asked for it!” Janet spouted as the undid the hair rope and swiftly began inflicting an additional five of the hardest strikes of the thin whip she had ever delivered to all four areas; especially the breasts. Lisa was twisting and turning in her bonds as never before, with the loudest muffled screams she had even heard. Welts appeared where each lash had landed. Sweat began to severely cover every inch of her body. While in a daze, Lisa felt her head once again pulled into its backwards position as Janet retied the hair rope. This time even tighter than before.

While Lisa still squirmed from the horrific whipping just given her, Janet walked up to her front, grabbing the front of Lisa’s crotch rope and giving it a hefty tug with one hand while tightly finger nail pinching the right nipple.

“If you don’t talk now, it’s going to get much worse when I return tomorrow. Is that clear?”

Lisa remained silent as Janet then slowly ran the nail of her index fingers along the streaks of welts raising from Lisa’s taught skin of her abdomen, then her chest and breasts. These were the first really good welts from all the previous whippings, and it was plain to see they had captured Janet’s interest. As she moved her hands around to Lisa’s backside, Janet began to come to the realization that she was finding the sensations coming from her finger tips touching these warm soft lumps of smooth flesh giving pleasure to her. Subconsciously commanded, she wanted to feel Lisa’s battered skin with the entire surface of her hands.

Slowly opening her hands, Janet gently slid them up and down Lisa’s now tender back several times, then stroked her sides in the same manor before massaging Lisa’s small and firm ass cheeks. Almost unable to control herself now, Janet now found her arms reach around to Lisa’s front side, first caressing Lisa’s elongated belly, then cupping her breasts while slightly tweaking her nipples. Lisa, uttering a distinctive moan of pleasure, not pain, brought Janet out of her almost trance like state she had gotten into and stepped back.

“So you like that, do you.” Janet said devilishly as she regained control of herself while placing her hands on her hips. Looking over Lisa’s displayed body, she figured she should inflict some more pain on Lisa before retiring for the evening to remove any pleasurable feelings. Seeing the alligator clips still attached on Lisa’s pussy lips, and knowing they hurt more than just on her nipples, smiled. Lisa herself had told her to have no mercy. To make everything hurt. So, taking time to think about it, Janet went to pee.

Returning, Lisa was given another mouthful of warm piss, with the remainder dumped over her hair and body. Stepping off the stool, Janet set the Tupperware down before picking up the ball of heavy string. Cutting pendik escort off two 4 foot lengths of string, she sat down on the stool squarely facing Lisa’s pussy. After tying one end of each string to an alligator clip, Janet scanned the garage for some type of weights. Then suddenly came up with a new idea. She brought the string from Lisa’s left pussy lip to Lisa’s left foot. Then forcing her left foot as much as she could, tied the string off tightly to the big toe. When Janet removed her hand, Lisa’s foot dropped back into its natural position. The left pussy lip was stretched out a good two inches. From Lisa’s body reaction, including a loud moan, Janet knew that must really hurt. Within two minutes the right pussy lip was secured in the same manner. Standing back up, Janet stepped back and admired her work for at least five minutes as Lisa struggled to hold her feet pointed upwards before going back into the house.

Never suspecting Janet to add more tortures than what she had on her instruction sheet, Lisa was more happy than sorry for this change. The clips were supposed to be on her nipples for the night, but this would be the same or worst. It was what she wanted. A long painful night. A very long night. She knew she would just have to cope with the constant agony. And now was added the constant strain of having to at least try to maintain her feet pointed upwards. She knew she wouldn’t be able to maintain her foot’s stressed position very long. Dropping her toes even an inch doubled the pain. And with her feet back to normal position the pain increased ten fold. She thought about ending this torment, but Hell, she had only endured a first few hours. She deserved the pain she was already in! And all the rest she was to suffer until the 48 hours was up. This was only right. She simply hung in her bonds and closed her eyes. She knew she would not be sleeping tonight.

As she hung in constant torment, Lisa thought about Janet. Janet didn’t know about Lisa’s total denial of sexual pleasure for so many years. She wondered if Janet knew just how much that both the gentle and ungentle petting of her body had tormented her. What was that all about? At the apartment, Janet had never had given any inkling of doing girl on girl sex. Was Janet secretly gay? Was Janet going to continue teasing her? Lisa then tried to slow down her thoughts. It was going to be a very long, painful night. She needed to rest to be able to endure tomorrows tortures.

For Janet, it too was going to be a long night too. She poured herself a straight shot of whisky, dumping it down her throat in one gulp. Pouring herself another, she took it to the kitchen table and sat down. It bothered her a lot that an upstanding righteous woman as herself could not only think of such a diabolical torture as she just placed on another woman, much less her best friend. And then to stand there, enjoying seeing Lisa suffering all kinds of pain. She knew she was going to need help getting to sleep tonight. Picking up the second shot, she chugged it down before going to her bedroom. She set her alarm clock to 2 AM, and Ron’s at 4 AM, to check on Lisa. Pulling off her t-shirt by the laundry hamper, as she always slept with just panties, she walked to the bed. A coolness in her crotch told her she was a little bit more than moist down there. Oh God! Not only was she enjoying torturing that woman in the garage, but it was turning her on too! Her mind swirling, she put on clean panties after wiping herself.

Slipping under her warm covers, the picture of Lisa hanging by her wrists, struggling to keep from extremely stretching her pussy lips, persisted to dominate her mind. She thought through all the things that little woman was enduring, yet Lisa persisted in accepting the pain. All she had to do was say a few names! So why was this Lisa’s choice? Just to test herself? And really, if righteous Jan was enjoying it, why hope that Lisa would continue to suffer, yet hope she would call an end to it also. More absurd, small burst’s of how she could bring on even more pain for Lisa popped up every now and then.

With the mental image of Lisa strung up, Janet then recalled running her hands all over Lisa’s body. Was that the reason she unconsciously became sexually excited? She remembered she enjoyed it. It wasn’t like making love with Ron, yet it really was enjoyable. She liked touching Lisa, with her soft fingers gently caressing that soft, delicate, yet damaged skin. The soft rolling curves of the welts and Lisa’s breasts were delightful to touch. Then, finding herself unconsciously caressing her own bikini shaved pussy, came to the conclusion that she liked touching Lisa’s body. It was making her hot. As her hand started moving onto her clit, and began to move faster and faster, within minutes she came to a climax. Her back arched, breathing heavily, she slowly settled back down to contemplate. Even after her orgasm making her more tired, Janet was having a hard time getting to sleep as her mind tried to analyze all her experiences since Lisa arrived. Finally the exhaustion and drinks overcame her, falling into a restful bliss, one hand tucked firmly between her legs and under her panties, resting pleasingly on her love mound.

(to be continued)

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The setup had all the elements for a perfect life “do-over.” Having convinced her to leave history behind, he had offered the fresh start of lottery winning proportions. His beginning rules had drawn her into a scenario of security and protected peace. Now as she paced the floor waiting on his arrival, the developing intricate web of requirements seemed designed for her torment.

The boutique was on a quiet street in the small town. He referred to it as his investment. She’d seen the future unfolding with a discreet and growing client list. He capitalized on her personable customer service abilities and his shrewd prudence in business decisions. Together, they were developing the store’s reputation, serving discriminating high end shoppers. His was a silent role. No customer knew of his involvement, nor the suppliers or vendors. To the rest of the world, she was the independent mastermind of an exclusive adult store. To him, she was a slave.

Initially, the deal she’d struck with a vendor seemed perfect. The excitement was short lived. The vendor had needed the contract signed immediately. She was supposed to clear any binding agreements with her not so silent Master partner. He was furious. The crisp tone spoke volumes when he told her to expect him.

So now she paced the floor of her apartment. Her living quarters too spoke of opposing roles. The main floor was her domain, decorated in her own fashion. Heirlooms and cozy furniture existed in harmony. The bedroom was soft purples and romantic soft cottons. The kitchen was warm reds and greens. The textures teased the senses. The ambiance was inviting, except for a door to the basement. Dark and somber, it sported an old fashioned lock for which she had no key. Her pacing pattern covered the entire apartment as she waited for him, yet her movement avoided that particular door. Her eyes vigilantly avoided even the look of it. As often as he had led her blindfolded down its stairs for his pleasure, he’d instilled in her a fear for those stairs should he ever find need to punish her.

He saw the fright in her eyes when he arrived. A slow smile grew on his face as he drank in the fear flowing through the room, and saw the exploding anxiety within her. She was watching him. He knew this without actually following her gaze. Instead, he reigned in his anticipation, striving to remain calm as he removed his coat and gloves to place them carefully on the back of a dining room chair. Catlike movements, gentle and terrifying, took him into the main room.

His judgment was swift. “The attorney will be eliminating the contract. At a price.” The fact that he was smiling multiplied her fear. “You will pay him. He will be here in an hour and you will be waiting for him downstairs. He will use you as he wants, extracting his pay. Do what he says.” The last line was almost flippant. Not allowed to look directly at him, she missed the trace of humor dancing across his face.

He walked into the bedroom and proceeded to open each drawer of the dresser. The inspections always calmed her, as she was careful to the details he’d outlined. He expected nothing short of perfection in organization and neatness. That requirement had invoked a sense of pride and accomplishment each time she dressed, knowing everything was in place as he wanted. The discipline served him as well. He knew everything she owned, and nothing would be hidden from him. In the bottom drawer was the blindfold he sought.

Sense of sight withdrawn, he ushered her onto the landing, and then down the stairs into the cold basement. High heels made her movements awkward, her fear creating a shiver he could feel rippling through her body. He no longer had to hide his excitement. erzurum escort Even as he began lecturing her, the error deciding on a contract without his approval, he let himself relax in the pure joy of her terror. He left her standing at the foot of the stairs. He let himself laugh as her body jerked to the sound of the hard wooden chair being dragged across the floor.

He made quick work of securing her to the chair. When he was done, her wide thighs were straddled across the seat, ankles bound through the legs of the chair creating a bowlegged effect, the high heels aggravating the strain of her calves. He’d found the stockings and garter to be a complimenting effect, but left her breasts uncovered to dangle as he secured her back parallel to the floor. Her breathing had grown erratic and the sheen of terrorized sweat was evident all over her body. The cold air of the basement made her shivering worse and the total effect was making her shake so badly the chair legs rattled on the stone floor.

“You’ll have time to contemplate your mistake. He’ll be here shortly. Enjoy, slave, what is about to come to you.”

Total abandonment. She heard his soft steps head upstairs, heard him check her answering machine and gather his coat before closing the door. The silence was as unnerving as his presence had been, maybe worse. Her mind was frantic. Waves of regret over her mistake poured over fear of punishment only to be washed aside by the underlying pain of having disappointed her Master. She tried unsuccessfully to control the shivering. Her teeth began to chatter. Willing herself not to shed tears, she fought for some reasonable consciousness, some ability to control her body and thoughts. Bound naked and in growing pain over a wooden chair in the basement of her home anticipating the arrival of a stranger she was expected to obey, there was still a determination to remain in control of herself.

Legs were starting to tremble from the constraints when she heard the key in the lock. The sound caused her to jerk up, reminding her of the collar around her neck connected to the eyebolt low on the chair by means of a delicate yet strong silver chain. Totally exposed and vulnerable, she felt each of his steps as he descended towards her.

“Aren’t you quite the sight? Your Master did well in his explanations.” He wasted no time in running long smooth fingers around her thighs and across her ass. “I will enjoy this, you naughty slave. You owe for the work you caused me today.” His voice was disarmingly pleasant, with a foreign ring that bespoke culture and charm.

He walked around her, appraising her situation, pausing to check the bindings and then pinching at her nipples. She winced in pain, the nipples having dangled and blood collected in them until they were sensitive beyond measure. He spent some time massaging her calves, tensed from the high heels and awkward angle at the side of the chair. His hands created a prickly sensation from which she couldn’t escape and found herself trembling as a result.

He moved in front of her, and brought out his cock. She could feel it close to her face. “Open up.” His cock slid into her mouth and she took it as though ending a famine. He was comfortably large and grew harder as he started to stroke in and out of her lips. “I want you to know what you might have, if you behave. Be good now, take it deep.” It was a gentle insistent coaching as he slowed to enjoy.

“Enough. I have work to do.”

He left her mouth hanging open as he straightened his pants and moved behind her. The first strike of the cane created an instant scream. Not deterred, he continued. eskişehir escort The trail of marks he created illustrated a random and thorough attack on her ass and her thighs. Only her calves were spared, an aim at them hindered by the way her Master had bound her over the chair. Shortness of breath began to erode the volume of her screams until the only noise he could discern was a steady whimpering. Having been quiet through the beginning onslaught, he began a soft voiced lecture on her poor business decision to sign a contract without consultation or permission. The effect was two fold. Her body cried in suffering, in her heart grew a painful understanding of her actions.

She felt a cold intrusion near her ass and tensed. He shoved the cold metal plug in anyway. He held it in place until she settled and stopped fighting.

“Hold that in now. I’m almost done with the damage I set out to do, and if you’re a good slut and hold that plug in place, you will get to enjoy my cock before I go.”

The moment his hand left the plug, she felt its weight began to pull. Gravity was against her as she strained to hold it in place. The next stroke of that indomitable cane made clear how futile her situation would become. If she clenched to hold it in place, the cane hurt tenfold. If she relaxed to accommodate the pain, the plug would drop. Still blindfolded, her mind still envisioned a smile across the unknown face.

He didn’t pause. He could see the physical struggle, and reveled in the inevitable. He continued to swing at her ass, watching with each stroke to see the plug slip. It didn’t take many. The whimpering turned to an anguished groan as it dropped with a heavy thud on the stone floor.

“Look at that gaping hole. Surely you meant to hang onto the plug. What a shame. Your cunt is dripping with want.” He moved behind her, discarding the cane. His weight leaned against the heat of her ass, his hands found their way to fondle her nipples again. His voice became a velvety whisper. “Maybe I should fuck your ass instead. Maybe you should beg me to fuck your ass.”

She didn’t recognize her own voice when she heard the quiet words. “Please, Sir, fuck my ass. Please, it’s open and will feel good, please….” Her voice trailed off into a pleading whimper, her head dropped in resignation of having succumbed to the combination of charm and pain.

He entered her swiftly, and fucked hard. Fed by cries mingled with pleasured moan, he found cuming hard to resist, and pulled out to explode all over her back. She felt almost cheated by the swift orgasm, and yet vaguely relieved.

Having straightened himself again, he unhooked her leash, unbuckled her ankle restraints and freed her. He insisted that she sit on the chair, despite her whimpering to him that it would hurt worse to sit on the recently marked ass. He soothed her with hands and words, calming her as she sat.

“Drink this water. There you go, drink it all. A little more. Good girl. Keep drinking.” When it was gone, he refilled the glass. “Drink this one too. It’s easy to get dehydrated with all that screaming and fussing. Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?”

“Yes, Sir.” She was cold, and the words stuttered out of her. She was disoriented, and the blindfold made it worse, but he refused to remove it. She felt him toying with her nipple rings, and then asked her to spread her legs. She felt him spread her lips, and fiddle with the bar on her clit hood.

“Rest time is over. Stand up.” When she stood, she felt light wires dangling against her body, and between her legs. He gave no explanation, and led her across the floor. She recognized gaziantep escort the feel of the space. He’d moved her to the suspension gear, and soon had her attached and strung towards the ceiling. Her arms were extended and her body lifted. Her toes touched the floor, but the weight was no longer on her heels. A spreader bar kept her legs apart. The lightweight wires dangled cool against her body.

“Behave yourself now. Remember the lesson. Always get his approval. Yes?”

“Yes, Sir.”

And with that, he was gone. His movement up the stairs was the only goodbye.

Once again left alone, her thoughts were less frantic. The pain from the caning throbbed, and her arms began to feel the agony of the suspension. Her mind kept a constant volley. Part of her mind kept repeating the agony and torment of being used by a stranger, while another repeated the mingled pleasure in being taken. The stranger’s voice rang in her head, and memory kept replaying the feel of his cum splashing across her back. She began recounting the gentle way he settled her, and kindly gave her the water.

The water. He’d made her drink two huge glasses. Thinking of it immediately drew her attention to a ballooning bladder. Suspended in the darkness, her body began a more constant insistence that she needed to relieve herself. Now the mind was more of a round robin between the continuing understanding of how she’d disappointed her Master, done the wrong thing in signing the contract, wrestled with having enjoyed another man’s use of her and now she needed to pee. Needing to pee soon overtook all other thoughts.

The phone rang upstairs, and she heard the machine catch the line. She thought she would have to strain to hear the message until she recalled the sound of Master checking the machine before he left. As usual, Master had planned ahead. The volume had been adjusted. His voice boomed into the basement.

“Dear misbehaving slave. I hope you had a good lesson. My arrival has been somewhat delayed. Are you very uncomfortable? My attorney said he made sure you drank plenty of water. Do you need to pee all over yourself, slut? You can, if you want. You have my permission to water yourself for relief. Did you know he placed a pan under you to catch it? Probably not. He was thinking of you, slave. Not that you deserved it. Go ahead. Let it go. You have my permission to humiliate yourself. I will check on you eventually.”

The phone went dead, the machine clicked, and the silence took over. She couldn’t decide. He knew the conflict he’d created. She needed to go so badly. Alone and in the dark, still the humiliation of peeing on herself prompted restraint. She held it as long as she could. Her arms ached. Her bladder was heavy and painful. When she finally made the decision to relieve herself, it seemed an impossible task to relax and pee.

Once flowing, the surge of relief flowed through her with something akin to an orgasm. Then the little shocks started on her nipples. The bar of her clithood danced with a tiny pulsating charge. She began to twist and twitch but it didn’t go away. A new frantic nature overtook her. She tried to stop the flow of water down her legs. It was no use. The pulses continued, the tiny shocks an almost constant internal pinch of her nipples and her clit.

What she didn’t know was that the light wires ran down to a shallow dish that held a live wire to a small battery. Her urine made the electrical connection. The pulses were not going to stop until someone either moved the wires, or the battery ran down.

Whimpers turned to crying. Agony and torment of her situation coupled with her regretful business decision and she started screaming. Her body tried jerking itself away from the insistent stimulation, but it was no use. Screaming seemed the only outlet for her torture.

He smiled as he put his key in her lock, hearing her cries for mercy. She was making too much noise to hear him. What a good slave, to create a diversion for him to sneak in and enjoy the show for just a while longer.

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Ch. 02

First dominance and submission, and public sex.

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Ch. 1 Two work friends become kinky lovers.

Ch. 2 First dominance and submission, and public sex.

Ch. 3 Three days of rough sex at a rented beach house.

Ch. 4 The Spanish Inquisition and dark art.

Ch. 5 Opera and sex in Amsterdam.

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This is a true story. It is as true as my memory and story craft can tell it. It is the story of how an ordinary divorced guy who works in an office enjoyed two years of dominating two very submissive beautiful women along with some adventure sex travel. Of course, some of the details are disguised. Some events have been consolidated. The first series is about Stacy and how it all began.

Instead of one long story, I have broken it into five parts published together. Please favorite, score, and offer constructive comments to guide me on the companion series yet to be written.

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The old claw hammer on the floor where I dropped it was meant to frighten Stacy; to make her wonder what I was going to do to her. Stacy was naked, handcuffed, folded up on her knees, head down like a child’s pose. This wasn’t yoga; this was dominance and submission. Her hands were cuffed together in front of her. The hammer was well-used, its talons sharp, the rubber grip just right for whatever I was going to do with it. I dropped it in front of her head. She flinched when it hit the floor with a thud. I hissed into her ear.

“Imagine all the things I could do with that; all your holes are mine,” I said. “Everything is mine. I might decide to hurt you. Think about it. I will be back when I am ready.”

*

That is part of a scene I created for Stacy later in our journey. We are not ready for scenes yet. We are at the beginning, learning what to do and how to do it. The hammer will drop later.

I was a diligent student of the craft. I read books. Some were useful. I read on-line, especially Literotica, which was helpful when you could find the right authors and stories. I watched porn. Porn was not useful. Porn is about unlikely physiques and instant capitulation on sight. Stacy and I exchanged stories, and ideas, as we explored the outlines what we wanted and expected. We wanted bondage, especially rope art. We wanted taboo sex. Stacy wanted public sex; I was willing. Stacy wanted to be dominated; I wanted to learn. We düzce escort both wanted lots of things. Stacy wanted more from me, and she knew what it was.

Most vanilla people think dominance and submission, muddled with various painful activities, are perpetrated by a bully, usually a man, on a helpless victim, usually a woman. They think the bully uses and abuses the victim for whatever sick amusement and inadequacies may be driving him.

Bad shit does happen in the world; it takes on many appearances. Sometimes, it looks like law enforcement. Sometimes it looks like a tough marriage. It can look like many things, but it is not the craft.

In the craft, it is the submissive whose interests are explored, whose limits are breached. It is the submissive who sets those limits, and empowers the dominant, the dom, to facilitate and guide the journey of exploration the submissive, the sub, wishes to make. The sub has the power and acquires more of it as she becomes more experienced in testing her limits.

The difference between violence or porn, and the craft, is consent. Informed consent is outwardly about the physical, sexually stimulating activities that are of interest and approved. In this, doms and subs have an advantage over vanilla couples; they talk openly about sex, set limits, take precautions, and encourage kinky fun. But, it can be the inward journey that matters to many participants. It mattered more to Stacy. I didn’t know yet what it would mean to me.

“It’s about the exchange of power,” Stacy said. “Without that, it is just fucking and sucking in costumes with props. I want, I need, the emotional and psychic peace I get from giving up all choice and responsibility for what we do, in how I get fucked or displayed or used, to an experienced dom whom I trust to push my limits and keep me safe.”

Stacy thought about it some more. We were having the negotiations that would lead to our agreement. “My friends who know I do this but have never tried it ask me why,” she said. “I tell them I want and need the strength I know when I come out of sub-space. I know I can do more than I was ever allowed to think possible.”

Sub-space, at least that’s what Stacy and I called it, is that envelop wherein our relationship was that of dom and his sub. The dom directs and commands; the sub complies edirne escort and obeys. It was complicated for us because we had a long friendship that we wanted to keep. For other dom-sub pairs, they only know each other as dom and sub. So, again a strength of the craft, we talked about our concerns and how we would keep things afloat. We set our first date for a scene. We were going to one of the most popular parks and tourist destinations in the city.

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When Stacy answered her door, I said, “When I say ‘thumbs’ immediately put your thumbs together like this.” I held my hands out with the thumbs aligned. “Only do it behind your back. I can’t have you in handcuffs everywhere we might go. But gripping your thumbs gives me a way to control you and to steer you.” Stacy put her hands behind her, and I gripped her thumbs. I said, “Good girl. Now, lose the panties.”

After we parked the car, I said, “Thumbs.” Stacy immediately positioned her hands behind her. I held her thumbs and steered her through the crowd to the ticket gate. It was a warm summer day. Stacy was wearing a loose, simple summer dress. There were lots of cars and people at the park. It was going to be more crowded than usual.

Once inside, we meandered along the pathways, admiring the peaceful landscaping and beautiful plantings. Sometimes I steered her by her thumbs. Sometimes we held hands like any other couple on a date. Stacy knew a lot about everything we saw. She was like that. Stacy always did more research and prep than anyone I ever knew. She knew how to season her conversation with a few facts, and could extemporize on how various circumstances and personalities had made innovation and investment possible. We liked our conversations.

We spotted a little nook in the trees near the path. We kissed, and I let my hands roam her body over and under her dress. I turned Stacy around, so she faced the path. I cupped her breasts from behind and then lifted her dress to reveal her bare pussy. She was already wet. I rubbed her clit and inserted my fingers. Anyone walking the path that turned to look would see her, yet she was not visible to others.

“I love this,” Stacy said. “Thank you.”

“There’s more,” I replied. “Let’s walk some more.”

We came to an overlook of the city filled with raked pebbles — a zen garden. A elazığ escort couple was leaving as we arrived. There were more people in the sections above. There was a hedge, about chest high, separating us from them. After enjoying the view, I turned Stacy to face the people above us. I lifted the back of her dress.

“I’m going to spank you now,” I said. I whispered the count into her ear as I slowly gave her 15 hard swats. She was dripping by the end.

I stepped in front of her and opened my pants. “Suck my cock,” I demanded. Stacy knelt in the pebbles and worshipped my cock. I could look over my shoulders to make sure we didn’t get caught. But I didn’t tell Stacy we were safe. “There is another group in the section above,” I said. “They’re walking this way.”

Later, we held each other close on the arched, wooden bridge. We talked about what we had done, the thrill of possible exposure. We kissed. There were clusters of people on the bridge, admiring the brook. The bridge was one of the main attractions in the park. More people strolled by.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” I told Stacy. “Right here.” I opened my fly and pulled out my hard cock. I leaned back on the bridge to get us better aligned and pulled Stacy with me. I pushed into her.

We stood like that for probably ten minutes, though it seemed longer as time slowed. I stroked into and out of her. Our goal was not orgasm. We coupled, in public, in plain view, with other people close. Some gave us a look like they suspected but were not quite sure what we were doing. Or they were sure, but couldn’t believe it. It was delicious; Stacy was happy.

*

The old claw hammer on the floor where I dropped it was meant to frighten Stacy; to make her wonder what I was going to do to her. Stacy was naked, handcuffed, folded up on her knees, head down like a child’s pose. This wasn’t yoga; this was dominance and submission. Her hands were cuffed together in front of her. The hammer was well-used, its talons sharp, the rubber grip just right for whatever I was going to do with it. I dropped it just in front of her head. She flinched when it hit the floor with a thud. I hissed into her ear.

“Imagine all the things I could do with that; all your holes are mine,” I said. “Everything is mine. I might decide to hurt you. Think about it. I will be back when I am ready.”

I returned with a large nail. I picked up the hammer. I grabbed the handcuff chain and pulled Stacy up. I pushed her toward my door; I raised her hands above the frame. I nailed her to the wall, so she was fixed in place, naked and exposed.

“Now the fun can begin,” I said.

*

Next up, Ch 3 is three days of rough sex at a rented beach house.

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“The smell of leather and wood is very distinctive and intoxicating. That heady musk aroma normally associated with a man, yet, when a person is bound within its straps. It isn’t the aroma that intoxicates any more, it is the willing release of yourself to another person. That gift of power over your mind and body. The exhilaration of letting go of everything except the raw sense of feeling, it is so amazing.”

“I could tell you how it would feel to have the leather straps, one at a time, binding your naked body to the polished wood of the crossed bars, but it is different with each person. Some feel the freedom of letting go of everything. Others only know the fear instilled by doubt as it boils up within. For once bound your only protection is in the safety net of two words. The first warns that you are reaching your limit of endurance. The second is to stop everything and allows you to be released immediately. For this reason gift yourself wisely, for they are only as good as the person you surrender yourself to.”

“If you can repeat the ones we have agreed to we can begin.”

I smile and say “Very good, now please remember them.” Reaching out with palm up, my Beth looks at it for a moment as if it were going to bite, then places her own on to it so gently our hands are barely touching. Nodding to the crossed bars I slowly take a step and our fingers start to slide apart before she takes a matching step to keep our hands together. She has such a lovely face, I hate that it is torn with such a worried expression. I had hoped she would know me enough by now that I would never hurt her beyond our mutual pleasure.

I stand before the base of the crossed bars and maneuver my hand around so that she would have to step onto the base to keep from letting go. Positioning myself before her I bring her hand up to my lips and kiss it gently with bowed head. With a little squeeze of affection I release her and looking into her eyes I say, “Take a deep breath please.” and smile as she does so. Her breast lifting slightly as she does. Thinking I am so lucky to have found such a beautiful lady, I continue, “It is such a strong and invigorating force. The leather, polished wood, and your own pheromones mixing together. Wait until your strapped in place, with all three parts bound together as one. The world as you now know it will fade and the freedom of being bound will become your everything.”

Looking her straight in the eye, I wait until she is looking deep within my own before I slowly raise my fingers to her lowest button of her shirt and undo it. Her eyes drop as she feels the movement of her shirt and her hands reflexively raise up to mine. I gently reprimand her with, “I need you to look at me, and put your hands to your sides so I may undress you. I will do it one button at a time. Your blushing modesty is beautiful, but I know you would enjoy the experience much more if you allow me to undress you.” As our eyes lock again I continue with the next button and I can see her body tense as her hands ball to a fist and relax many times as she tries to resist raising her hands.

As the third button comes free I smile at her with my eyes as I say, “See this isn’t that bad is it?” I continue to the 4th before she has a chance to answer, for as long as her hands stay at her sides that is all that matters. To distract her from the unbuttoning, I remind her of one of the agreements, “You might not have remembered from earlier, but once we start, and we have, you are to call me Sir, Master, or Master Redstone depending on your ability to put together intelligible words to speak. Now where were we. Oh yes, The last button. I always find this part very telling as to how enjoyable the session will be. For as I spread open the shirt and let it slide off of your shoulders, will you let it fall or will your arms stiffen at your sides to try and retain your,” I cock my head to one side as I let my fingertips slide across her shoulders spreading her shirt wide as they near the brink of her shoulders. I pause for only a moment before I continue with, “Modesty? Decency? Or is it some form of Virginity? I am curious, but I will probably never know.”

The shirt flutters to the floor unhindered. Bending I scoop up the shirt and as I stand I lean into her and take a deep breath as I straighten. The clean scent of her body intoxicates me. She has not moved other than tipping her head as she watches me gather up her shirt. I look into her eyes and with a smile I turn and place the shirt on a peg above my table of toys. Coming back to her I let my hand trail up her arm with a feathery touch that draws a delicious shiver through her body as I circle around behind her.

Unable to resist I lean close and nestling her ear I take another deep breath as my hands touch her shoulders and slowly slide down to undo her bra. The hooks separate from the loops as if they also wished to please me as you do. The bra doesn’t fall away, instead I catch the straps with my fingers and slide them from those smooth shoulders. Carefully and slowly I pull the straps down. Sliding my tekirdağ escort fingers under your arms I let them work their way around your bountiful breast allowing myself the pleasure of lifting them so the trapped bottom edge of the bra lowers gently into my hands.

As I walk over to the peg I hold it up to my nose and inhale her essence moments before I hang it from one of the straps over the peg. Such a wonderful scent this woman has. Walking around to stand in front of her the slight smile tells me that the fear has started to fade, which is good. She seems intrigued that I let myself exhibit a moment of heart felt weakness in needing to breath her in even though she were but feet from me. We all have our own fetishes, and getting her to smile will help her through the next part.

I say in a soft, thoughtful voice, “I could stand here and admire your smooth, naked, beauty, and be very happy, but that isn’t what I promised you. So let me say, You are beautiful and I am honored that your have gifted yourself to me.” With slow deliberate movements so not to startle her I take one hand and raise it up to where the crossed bar has a leather strap fastened to it. I loop the strap around her wrist and pulling it through the buckle I snug it up and say, “It must be snug, but please tell me if it is to tight. I don’t want you uncomfortable. I want you secure so you can enjoy the moment, but not to hurt in any way. Is it OK?”

Beth says, “Yes,” and with a slight pause continues with, “Master Redstone.”

“Very good, and now,” Reaching up I fasten the other arm into place. Breathing deeply again as the smell of leather mixes with her clean scent. It is such a deliciously naughty aroma. I can never get enough of that complimentary combination. “I know I dally to much, and I should just go about finishing with the binding, but since you are pretty much at my mercy at this point anyway, I hope you don’t mind indulging another fetish of mine for a moment.” looking at her I continue with, “You have such a lovely, kissable neck, and your breast.” Leaning into her I kiss her and let my fingers roam her upper body.

As we break for our kiss I let a single finger trace across her breast and say in an intimate whisper, “Most men think the nipples are the most beautiful part of the breast. They seem the most sought after, but can you see when I lift your breast up like this the light blue veining that runs through the fleshy part of the breast. That is the real turn on. That delicate faint tracing of color contrasting to the light tones of your breast. Hmmmmm, yes, so perfectly you.” With one last gentle kiss over the vein that I just traced , I lower her breast and say, “Again, thank you for putting up with my fancy, as it does seem like an inevitable part of bondage though.”

My hands are already unfastening her pants before she realizes what I am doing and before she can say anything, I hook my thumbs into her pants and panties band and lower myself in a deep knee bend in front of her. As I look up at her surprised expression I say, “Please slide one foot at a time over to the pegs of the crossed bars.” As one leg begins to move I slip the pants and panties off her bare foot as she lifts it slightly to rest on the flat wide peg. To break her thought pattern I say, “Your arms will stretch a little higher within the bindings as your other leg goes to the peg, but it should be fine. There you go.”

My hands wrap around her ankle and leather strap to check with more than my eyes that it was secure and as my breathing grows slower and deeper I look up with a smile. This lady, virginal to bondage, gifted herself to me. She is mine to be what I want and need at any given moment and all I have to do to make her want to continue giving herself to me is to give her as much pleasure as I take myself.

With that thought I raise my hands up from the cuffs drifting up until they roam over her hips. Following the crease that descends to the trimmed patch of hair and beyond with as light a touch as possible I thrill at the shiver that courses through her body. I stand and reverse the motion of my fingers centimeters short of her outer lips. Looking directly into her eyes I let myself sink into the beautiful blue ocean before me as my hands continue to slowly drift upward.

Breaking my gaze as my hands lift up her breast for my lips to join in a soft, nuzzling kiss I say, “You have very beautiful, breast. I have always been a breast man and yours are perfect. I have seen a pattern done one the web and have been dying to try it. It was interesting on the small breasted women, but I do believe it will be much more of an art form on a fuller breast such as yours.” Gently lowering the breast back into position I turn, and have trouble trying to keep a dignified step instead of the skip my heart wants to do. As I reach the table my hand automatically rests upon the rope and I whisper to myself, “damn I love to play.”

I know I can’t hide my excitement so when I turn back to her I hold the coil tokat escort close to my chest and with eyes down I try to move, almost reverently as visions of the pattern play through my mind. Stepping behind the crossed bars where I don’t have to mask my excitement I let one end of the rope and slide over her shoulder and say, “This is a nice, soft, half inch, rope. It comes in many different thicknesses, and colors, but this one will do well for you. See as it slides over your shoulder and down onto your breast there is no scratching, just a nice, soft, silky feel to it.

Pulling it back into the coil I reach around from behind and pass the rope around her chest. Catching the end with my other hand I pull it the rest of the way around I let it continue to slip around again as I move around front keeping my eyes on the ropes tension. Gently lifting each breast up to tuck it beneath each. Once satisfied I keep going around and tie a secure knot on the back side of the crossed bars. This pulls her back firmly against the polished wood reducing the amount of motion left available to her.

Tossing the coil of rope over one shoulder I slide around and say, “Like your bra this will help support, but unlike your pretty lace bra, this will do so much more form fitting.” Taking the coil in hand I let it drop to the floor uncoiling as it goes. Transfixed with her breast I say, “Now with this end I will bring it up and loop the rope around your breast, a couple of times. Lifting it slightly as I keep it snug so it supports the weight of your breast, but not so tight as to cut off circulation. See how I can get one, two, three, loops around them easily. Oh,Yes, it makes your breast stand out and enlarges your nipple so beautifully.”

With my free hand I run a fingertip around the nipple before continuing on with, “Now the rope moves over to the other breast and loop, loop, loop, so they look about the same.” I lift and press the breast together slightly and lean back to make sure they are just about even then I take the last of the rope and it goes up and over to tie it off. With a satisfied smile I say, “Now I get to admire the art of those beautiful ladies standing out so magnificently erect and unable to contain myself I reach out and stroke these lovely sculptures.

“Amazing how they take such a wonderful breast and defying gravity, make them point straight out so large, and firm. The nipples are right there. Making them swell in size and firming the whole structure up,” Looking at the gift wrapped package I say, “Oh, My, There is an art form to rope work and it is the model that makes or breaks it. An amazing sculpture you are.” With a gentle touch, an almost ghost of a touch I ease my fingers around and over the exposed flesh of the upper breast, shoulders, and neck.

As I continue my ghosting over her I say, “Close your eyes.” She looks at me for only a moment longer they slowly flutters her eyes closed. I can see and hear that the breathing is coming from deeper within the farther I travel over her exposed skin. Those delicate lips part even farther as I watch that magnificent breast rise and fall with each intake of breath.

Once the senses have peeked I bend and air brush the exposed sections of that heaving chest with kisses. Eventually touching the aroused nipples one at a time with my lips. Gentle kisses, making them peek and strain outward even more then before. Then when they can’t protrude any further I surround one with my lips and suck it into my mouth. This elicits that emotion filled gasp that I so enjoy. Oh, it such delicious a sound.

Her eyes open with that look of frustrated want within her eyes. Her mouth moving, but nothing coming out because she doesn’t know what to say, for she has given herself to me and doesn’t want it to stop. Her arms are straining as they try to reach for me. To crush me into her bosom, yet bound to the the wood with thick, wide, straps of leather, all she can do is clutch air from bent wrists. I know that it is time for the next step.

I pull a set of soft wide mouthed nipple clamps hidden away in my back pocket and raise one up from beneath her breast so it is hidden until it is settling over one of those puffed nipples. Those light blue eyes open wide as the light pressure of the clamp bears down on her unexpected nipple. I ask, “Is it too tight? Do I need to loosen it or can you bear that pressure?” My index finger is gently placed over the one end of the clip and slowly wiggles it up and down as her calculating eyes concentrate on the movement and eventually her head moves negligibly from side to side. Bringing a smile to my lips as I slip the other clamp into place.

I try to explain to her as she watches, probably fully expecting her nipples to fall off, “These clamps are soft pressure clamps, you feel the pressure, but not a pinching pain. The wide mouth distributes the pressure evenly across your nipple. There is a two fold reason for the ropes and clamps. First is that domination feeling that the instill. You are subject trabzon escort to my whims and if you can, you will submit. Second, You will find out when I remove them.

Turning I walk back to the toy table and pull out a much thinner rope and say, “This one your going to enjoy even more than the others.” I tie one end of it to the rope between her breast. Then down between the legs and feed it through a ring on the back of the crossed bars. Then back around it goes back between the legs and I feed it again through the rope between the breast. Leaving it dangling loose I kiss my way down her belly all the way to those beautiful angelic wings between her legs.

After a short dalliance with my tongue over this very sensitive area I get back to business and line the strands of rope, one on each side of the now perky clitoris. Catching it snugly between. Tying the rope tightly at her breast I say, “There you go. Adding a blind fold and wallah, your all gift wrapped so now I can unwrap you through your sensory deprevation.”

Turning on some music I watch my Beth carefully as I manipulate a feather to lightly touch under her breast. Then it flicks to the inside of her leg and travels up to flutter over the engorged clitoris. The motion elicits a moan, but even more interesting was as she stretched to move about the range of the feather and caused the strings to bump the clitoris causing its own gasp and reaction. Absently I say, “Oh, you squirm so nicely.”

After a little more feather work I nibble around the neck and outside the ear, I let her relax for a bit as I go back to the toy table. I remove my shirt and hang it on its own peg. Then I let my fingertips trail over a couple of the toys before picking up two different ones and turning back I admire my work, and her beauty and I say, “It is time to learn the second reason that the ropes can be so much fun.”

Sliding a finger-less bikers glove onto my left hand I flex my fingers so that it snugs into place. The only modification to it is that the palm is cut away and two bullet vibrators are sewn into the back side. Tapping on the nipple clips as I walk around her I delight in the small gasp from the unexpected pulling bounce as they try to right themselves again. Once behind her I say, “First I need to undo the ropes so they are loose back here, and then I can come around and remove the blind fold because I think it will add to your, enjoyment.”

As her eyes flutter trying to focus after the dark, I remove the left clip and instantly surround the nipple with my lips as the blood rushes back to them, and start sucking on it as I turn on the bullet vibrators and quickly slide my hand between her legs. One finger guiding its way between and inside of her as my bare palm rests over her clitoris. The vibrations and my administration on clitoris and nipples bring fast results as her back arches to its bound limit, and a gasp, that no doubt emanated from deep within her sexual being.

At this point I am not worried about hurting her as I flick the other nipple clamp off of her and quickly start sucking on that nipple as I continue to manipulate my fingers and palm between her legs. Her breaths are coming in short gasps as she tries to pull away and push deeper in at the same time. Pulling my wet fingers out of her crotch I lick them one at a time as she tries to regain her composure. My eyes flick to her wrists where I check to make sure that they are still secure and not cutting into her.

Slowly gaining her legs again she tries to straighten up a bit more and I say, “Make yourself comfortable. That was just a tease compared to when the Ropes come off. As the extra blood starts to flow back into your breast they will become very sensitive similar to your nipples, but well, you will see.” Her mouth starts make a reply, but I don’t give her a chance to say anything as I pull the ropes off as fast as I can without hurting her. Un-looping them until I can let them fall. As they do my vibrating hand goes straight up to her right breast, palm against nipple and the fingers spread wide to capture as much as possible. With the vibrations running wild through it my other hand captures the left breast, and as it massages, my lips surround that nipple, and again sucks it in.

The sensations flood through her body. The tingle centers on her breast, and cascades down to her crotch, even though my hand has moved to her breast. Moving my knee forward and up to her crotch she instantly presses against it and tries to bring herself off as her body is shouting its need to her from so many different areas. Eventually I let my hand drift down her sweating body and as it passes over her hip she lets out the most delightful moan that turns to a hungry growl as my fingers trickle over the small patch of hair to and through those lovely protective wings to her inner self.

Pulling my hand away before she loses all control of her legs I turn off the bullets and trying to steady her I say, “Only a few more moments as you steady yourself and then I will start unbinding.” As I watch her muscles start to firm as she tries to stretch back up on her own, taking some of the weight off her arms. Squatting in front of her I undo the buckle on one leg and then the other. Bringing the legs together under her. As I stand I say, “You are amazing.” Leaning in I kiss her lightly on the lips as she is still a bit wobbly from her multiple orgasms.

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Kami knew she wanted this to be a great and she had getting ready for it all day long. It was still early enough in the morning that she had a few hours till she was going to pick him up. She had just returned home from a most beneficial tanning session. She had beautiful tan lines where her panty line had been, and kept the natural look on the top so even her chest was nice and tan. Being all sweaty Kami decided to step into the shower to cool off and begin the rest of her preparations.

Her shower must have lasted close to an hour, she had to brush her teeth, wash up real nice, shave her legs and trim her well kept strawberry blonde pussy. After she felt refreshed and quite comfortable She stepped out to dry herself off. Kami slowly rubbed herself with the towel and imagined him running his hands up and down her body. She got tingles up and down her arms and legs. With a little giggle she finished up and slipped a robe on and walked into her room to gather the rest of her things. She put a pile of things on the bed to be packed up later and looked for her nail polish and her makeup. Kami put a light coat of bright red polish on her finger and toe nails and proceeded to the makeup. She knew that he hated when she didn’t wear much makeup and she did not want to disappoint him, so she put a little extra effort in making herself look special.

When that was done and the polish was dry Kami went to the mirror to fix her hair even though she knew it would be all over the place in a few hours. After she finished her hair, Kami then went to her closet to find the appropriate clothing. She wasn’t sure what she would wear, but it had to be something nice because that night she was going blow him away. She glanced through her assorted dresses and she couldn’t find anything that seemed to fit the occasion, until something caught her eye. It was a small black dress that was low at the top and high at the bottom and it fit her body pretty nicely. With a smile she pulled it off the hanger and set it down to find her accessories.

She immediately searched through her underwear drawer; however, she decided to give a surprise to him later. Besides she liked the freedom of being naked underneath, and the feeling the of the breeze slip right through her was exhilarating. Kami closed the drawer only grabbing a pair of white knee highs to go for the innocent school girl look. But he would soon find that Kami was no innocent little girl. She slowly slipped the knee highs up her legs, imagining his touch and Kami smiled as she continued to dress. Kami looked in the mirror and was quite impressed with what she saw. She was very happy with what she had created for herself, and the 30 lbs. That she had recently lost made her a complete knock-out. She was so excited to see him and she knew he would like what he saw!

On the way out the door, Kami stopped back in the bathroom and lightly sprayed herself with the perfume he had gotten for her from Victoria’s Secret and then she headed to the kitchen to get him a little surprise she had picked up earlier and. When she finally got to her car she knew she would be late, but Kami knew how she would make it up to him. When She got to the place the decided to meet, he was waiting for her outside and he walked up to the car with a big smile. He got in and before she could say anything he told her she would have to pay for being late. He gave her breast a little squeeze and winked at Kami. She could smell his cologne and she thought he smelled soooo good.

She couldn’t wait to get to the hotel and show him her surprises. The drive to the hotel seemed to take forever but the room was all paid for muğla escort and he had already checked them in, so they went up to the room immediately. He couldn’t even wait until we got to the room to begin the fun. He kept running his hands all over Kami’s ass and breasts. Once they got into the elevator he grabbed her and began to kiss her very passionately. His tongue felt so good against hers, and when his hand crawled up her leg, Kami almost came right there. He found her first little surprise with one hand and then he gave her a swat on the ass with the other and he had a very excited smile.

As the elevator stopped and the doors opened, he removed his hand from her pussy and licked it off. They stepped off and chased her down the hall to the room and he could tell that this was going to be one amazing kind of night. He fumbled with the key for a little but when she got the door opened he picked her up, closed the door with his foot and tossed her onto the large bed. He pulled off his shirt and revealed his chest to Kami. She always loved the way he looked without a shirt on and this was no exception. He wanted to continue but she stopped him. Kami told him that she had a lot in store for him. Kami led him by the hand to the center of the room and they stripped each others clothes off.

Kami liked to show off for him and kept her white stockings and heels on. He stepped in and his arms warmed her in the cool room. They began to kiss passionately roughly. He guided Kami’s silky smooth leg up onto the side of a chair and began to massage her hot and very wet pussy. She could feel her the warm liquid begin to run from inside her and she smiled as she continued to kiss him. Kami started to feel her knees shaking from the pleasure of his fingers deep within her pussy. He pulled his hand away and grabbed Kami’s hand and led her to the bed.

He told Kami to lay down and she followed his command. He laid next to her and again the began to kiss. Kami remembered the bag of surprises she brought and interrupted him to get her bag. She went to the chair and picked it up and brought it back to the bed. She set it down at the end of the bed and crawled back up to him and resumed kissing him. By this time Kami was very horny but she was wanting to build it until she felt like she was about to explode. Kami could tell that he was enjoying everything that was happened so far. As much as she loved him to be in control, Kami was feeling very strong tonight. She wanted to heighten the fun, so she began to kiss his neck knowing how it got him real bad. Kami continued to kiss down his chest paying attention to his nipples, sucking, licking and kissing every part of his chest.

Kami continued to his down his stomach to his groin and took his cock in her mouth and licked the tip with her tongue. She pulled him out of her mouth and stroked on his dick and then she moved down to his balls. Being the bad girl she was, she took them into her mouth one at a time and licked them. Kami smiled as he began to squirm a little. Then Kami reached to her bag again and pulled out a can. She showed him that it was whipped cream and he gave her a devilish smile so she continued. She could tell it was still a little chilled because he cringed a little as Kami sprayed it all over his dick and his balls. She then slowly began to lick it all off while she looked up at his face. The look of complete pleasure told her that he was completely enjoying her work. She smiled in satisfaction knowing that for once she was in control of him.

Kami continued licking and sucking until there wasn’t a drop left ordu escort on him. Then, she reached for her bag again and pulled out a small bottle of wine and opened it slowly poured the contents from the crevice in his neck down his chest and stomach, and over his cock and balls. Kami proceeded to lick the wine up and it tasted so much better from his bottle then it ever would anywhere else. She spread it out all over his front side and licked and sucked it all up until there was nothing left of this either. By this time he wanted her to roll over so he could just stick his cock in into her, but Kami wanted him to cum in her mouth. She wanted to please him like he had pleased her in their previous encounters.

Once more Kami reached into her bag of tricks and pulled out a bottle of Hershey’s chocolate syrup. She got up on her knees, leaned back and drizzled it into her mouth and down her chest and she again went to work. This time she only paid attention to his dick and she sucked it in and swallowed just a little of the chocolate as she began to lick him. Kami licked around the tip and up and down the shaft and even around the very base of his dick. After she got to this shave base of his cock, she continued back up and put the whole thing back in her mouth, and began bobbing her head back and forth. The chocolate was still in her mouth and his dick tasted so good.

Kami began sucking faster and she wanted him to cum inside her mouth so bad. Faster and deeper she went trying to deep throat it and Kami was rewarded for her hard work. He grabbed for her shoulders and started pumping his cock deeper into Kami’s mouth. She knew he was close so she bobbed and sucked even faster. She could hear his breath start to get harder and then he buckled and she heard him scream that he was coming so she grabbed his cock and sucked him into her mouth and he came. Kami took it all in every drop and she swallowed it. She licked his dick clean and swallowed then she crawled up his body and laid her pussy on his still hard dick and leaned over to kiss him. He was amazed at the control Kami had taken and he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. He seemed to savor the taste of the chocolate and his cum that still remained in Kami’s mouth.

Kami wanted his dick in her; however, she realized it would need a little time to recover from her onslaught. He had other ideas at this point though. He pushed her to the side of him and he rolled Kami onto her tummy, flat on the bed. He began to kiss her all over her tattoo and down her to her legs and the he spread her legs wide and he began to finger her. Kami opened her legs up and spread them wide so he had better access to her already drenched pussy. His hands and mouth felt so good on her skin and she wanted him so bad but he insisted that now was her time to wait. When he finished with her backside he rolled Kami over to her back and began to caress her tits. He paused for a minute and Kami looked down at him to see what he was up to.

She saw he was getting the wine that she had placed on the bed. He told her that he was going to give her the same treatment that she gave him. He ran the wine over her tits and into her bellybutton, and dribbled a little down onto Kami’s pussy. He began kissing and licking her again and as he did this he put his finger back into Kami’s pussy and mixed the wine her juices. Her tits were the first things that his lips were attracted to and he kissed around them and licked and sucked on the nipples. He caressed them in his hands and continued to pleasure her. Then he moved on to Kami’s stomach and licked up all osmaniye escort the wine that he left there, and licked it all out of her bellybutton.

Kami begged him to let her fuck him, but he still insisted that he continue and be the one in control. All for her pleasure, he guaranteed that Kami would like the sex much more if she let him finish. He continued downward until he reached her thighs and he kissed and licked and rubbed them deeply. He was licking all around the inside of her thighs and would gradually get a taste of the edges of Kami’s pussy. She began to squirm and he plunged his long tongue deep into her on fire pussy. He licked around the whole areas and sucked out all the juice that he could get in. He ate Kami like he hadn’t eaten for days, and she was enjoying every second of it.

Kami could feel herself slipping into ecstasy and her body began to twitch and squirm against his hand as she began to orgasm. As Kami began to cum, his hand reached up and again caressed her nipples. Kami started pumping her hips into his face and covered him with her cum. Kami must have been having my orgasm for about 5 minutes, but it seemed like forever. It was one of the best orgasms she had ever had and when she was done, he gave her pussy one last lick and kissed his way up her body as he wiped his cum-filled face over her body. He reached her mouth and had her suck her come from his tongue. He told Kami that turn about was fair play.

Then Kami looked him in the eyes and said “Fuck me now!” He gave me this impressed look (probably because I have never been so dominant with him before) and told her to roll over onto her back. He positioned himself between Kami’s legs and pushed her legs further apart. He took his large hard cock in his hand and guided it to Kami’s wet pussy. It felt so good as he slid it in and Kami reached down and used her fingers to gently rub against her clit. After he had penetrated her slowly, he grabbed her feet in his hands and pushed himself deeply into Kami. He began pumping, pushing him in and out of her pussy. When they got a steady rhythm, Kami began to slide her clit against her fingers even harder as he slid back and forth.

Kami could already feel her cum dripping down the crack of her ass and onto the sheets. She was so wet and he continued pumping her hard and she could feel his nuts hitting her ass. Kami was hitting another orgasm and was he. He suddenly pulled out of her pussy and grabbed his cock to steady it and with one push he slid deeply into Kami’s ass. She let out a loud gasp and groaned as he pumped as hard as he could. Her head was spinning she began screaming wanting the whole hotel to know how much pleasure she was feeling. And with a few hard pumps into her ass it was over. It was so wonderful as she grabbed the sheets and screamed in massive orgasm. He could not hold out any more and he pulled out of Kami. He jerked off and his cum shot out on to her pussy and stomach. Kami massaged it into her skin and licked his cum off her fingers.

He licked his way from Kami’s pussy to her face and they kissed for what seemed like hours. They collapsed into each others arms and lightly kissed each other. Kami had never been so fulfilled in her whole life. The other two experiences were awesome, but this one had put her over the edge. They laid there for a while and finally decided to get up and take a shower. Kami stepped under the running warm water and took his hand as he followed. They washed each other off and their cum and the treats from earlier all washed to the bottom of the drain. Kami knelt down and took his cock in her mouth and sucked him hard. As she kneeled before him she sucked and stroked him off until he came for a third time.

After they composed themselves and were all clean, they stepped out and dried each other off. He led her back to the bed and as they laid there, he brought her to one last orgasm with his hands. When he was done, they both drifted off into a deep sleep.

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She was the wildest girl in college and everyone knew, and he was not exactly sure how he was lucky enough to get this date with her. In addition to her raging beauty, they would be going to her best friends cabin in the mountains for the first half of spring break. He knew that he would be in for a wild weekend but he had no clue just how outrageous, wild, and even kinky, that it would become.

He picked her up and they drove two hours to the cabin. Jack knew that they immediately hit it off and knew that he would score. The more he talked to her, the more comfortable he got around her, and the cockier he was. Candy even seemed to like his cocky behavior. Jack dreamed about taking off her sexy sweater, sliding his hands up her sweet soft black nylons, lifting up her already-short miniskirt, and banging her until she came like a virgin. Only a few hours away until it gets dark and he would have his chance…or so he thought.

After spending a few hours at the cabin, Jack was sitting on the couch while Candy left the room. A couple minutes later, he heard, “Hey Jack, come look at this!” Candy shouted. Her mouth was wide open in amazement. “Guess my friends are into some pretty kinky stuff! I had no idea”. Jack looked into the doorway where Candy was standing and saw a room beyond his wildest imagination. There were all kinds of sexual toys and furniture in the room; mirrors hanging from the ceiling, a rack on the wall with several handcuffs and wrist cuffs, and even a x-frame rack with black padding for apparent slaves or prisoners. Also, in the center of the room stood a black sawhorse with padding on the side for the wrists and ankles to rest, and black cuff restraints next to the wrist pad rest and the ankle pad rest.

“Holy Shit!” Jack exclaimed. Candy replied “Wow, I always wondered what was in here. Every time I have been here the door was locked, until now anyway”. “Wow, this is incredible Candy, almost scary!”. “Yea, I know! Who on earth would be into this weird stuff? I‘ve done some crazy things, but I have never seen anything like this.” Candy noticed that Jack continued to stare in amazement for a little longer before moving, and she said “Wait, I didn‘t offend you did I?!” and giggled. Jack blushed and said “No way, are you kidding?!”. They both laughed. As Jack was ready to leave the room, Candy walked in and begin to look around more. Jack followed. Jack grabbed a leather g-string off of the workbench and said “Hey Candy, bet you’d look good in these!” Candy giggled and said “Look at them closer babe, those are for guys, Jack. But I bet ardahan escort YOU would look good in them”, giving a quick wink to Jack.

He didn’t realize it at the time, but her mood slightly changed. “Now that you mention it, I wonder what you would look like on that sawhorse? Why don’t you lay on it for me. Just real quick.” “What? Are you joking?” She batted her eyes and said, “Pretty please?? For little ol’ me? Just this once? It won‘t hurt anything, I‘m just playin around.” Jack look dismayed but replied “Oh, alright, just real quick though.” Jack cooperated. “Lets just have a little fun, I’ll never get in this room again probably. Like I said its always been locked before.” Jack proceeded to mount the sawhorse, resting his belly on top, and resting his arms and legs on the respective black vinyl supports.

Candy quickly moved in front of him anxiously, like a playful cat pawing at a mouse. “Lets just put these on too…” Candy quickly fastened the leather wrist cuffs around Jacks left wrist. “Hey what are you doing?” he tugged at them, shocked how fast they were put on him before he could even react. “Oh lighten up babe, just having some fun” was her only reply and gave him a peck on his cheek. Again she winked at him, but this time it was more devilish. Jack was starting to get worried but thought to himself don’t want to let Candy down, or I might ruin my chances later tonight. Candy giggled like a schoolgirl as she tied down his right wrist and moved to the back of him. She stopped to admire; he was bent over tied down to the sawhorse and unable to escape at this point. “Now lets just take these off naughty boy, you won’t be needing them” she said as she quickly unbuttoned his jeans, pulled them down, and gave him a quick spank. “Candy!!! What are you doing?!?” “You look good this way hun! How can I possibly resist?” Candy laughed. She then said “Oh don’t worry. I’m only teasing you. But I do have to go real quick so don’t go anywhere. By the way while I’m out of the room I want you to think about something. This is actually MY cabin; my parents are very rich and bought it for me before I left for college. What does that tell you about this room? Lets just say I‘m good at this because I have practice…” She smiled evilly at Jack and stepped out of the room, leaving Jack speechless. What on Earth did I just get myself into? he kept wondering over and over. Finally, after what seemed like an hour of pulling at his wrist cuffs trying to free himself, he noticed a red light flashing in the upper adıyaman escort corner of the room. Oh Shit, I’m being video taped! About the same time, Candy stepped in the room, and she was looking very, very different than before.

Candy was dressed head to toe in the hottest black leather that he had ever seen. She wore thigh-high black spiked boots, running up the entire length of her leg. Underneath she wore fishnet stockings attached to a garter belt. Her incredible bare blonde pussy was exposed for him to see. She had black straps going from the outside of her vagina lips up and around her large bare breasts, fulfilling the look of an incredibly evil dominatrix ready to punish. This is what scared him, but excited him at the same time. Her blond hair flowed past her shoulders and her blue eyes at first seemed innocent, but the kinky naughty black leather told him otherwise. In fact, her eyes were as plain as day and gave away the fact that it was Candy, but they hid behind a leather cat mask like a wicked comic book feminine villainess. The mask had studs around the edges and truly made Candy look sexy but all the more intimidating. To top things off, Candy (if that was the name that she still went by) wore a set of black leather bat wings upon her back, as if she were swooping in to devour her pray. This 18-year old shy college girl had transformed into a voluptuous wicked sexual vixen.

“So, Jack, how do you like MY room?” “Candy what are you doing? Are you crazy?!? Let me go!!” Candy snickered in a wicked way responding, “My poor, poor Jack, how did you end up like this? Tricked by a little girl like me? I thought you were better then that but here you are…and now it is time for you to shut up”. She walked to the workbench and grabbed a black horse-bit like gag. “Open up baby”. She forced his mouth open and put the bit gag in, and ran her fingers through his hair as she took the fastened the leather straps of the gag behind his head. She pulled it extra tight. “This is tight so no one can hear you scream babe, only moan”. “MMMMPPPPPPFFFFFFFHHHHH!!!! MMMMPPPPFFFFFHHHHH!!!!!” was all Jack could get out. Candy laughed and said “Oooh baby, just keep moaning and groaning through your gag. All you’re doing is turning me on. Now for your ankles.” Candy moved down Jack, who was kicking and bucking at this point, much to her delight. She put some of her weight on him and quickly strapped down his ankles to the leg rest.

She stepped back again to admire her work; a helpless male college student karabük escort tied down nice and tight, doggy style, to a black sawhorse, and gagged like a horse. “My oh my Jack, this is going to be more fun then I thought. Do you like surprises? I have one more final surprise for you”. She went over to the drawer under the workbench and pulled something out, but he couldn’t tell what it was. She walked in front of him so he could see plainly. She spread her legs apart and held out a black strap-on dildo, sending a shiver up Jacks spine. She stepped into it gracefully, and pulled it up slowly like a piece of underwear. She strapped it on herself, tightly around her waist and yanked on her plastic cock, making sure it was secure. “This is for you baby, yes it is. You are in for one heck of an experience baby. Do you want this? Do you?”

She slowly stroked her plastic member, acting as if she were a guy stroking himself to ejaculation. She just smiled evilly as Jack began to pull at his restraints and yell through his gag, trying desperately to get away but unable to free himself. Candy slowly walked behind him and leaned over her captured pet. “Ok baby, here we go, and don’t forget to smile for the camera”. She lubed up her strap-on and slowly started to slide it in him, making him shudder and moan, but still helpless to react. She reached from underneath, saying “Don’t worry baby, I’ll pleasure him down there too”, stroking Jacks hardened member. “Oh, so you DO like this, don’t you? You’re as hard as a rock cowboy”. Candy began riding him faster, making him squirm and moan more, Jacking him at the same time. She rode him hard like a cowgirl on a professional horse, making him unbelievably excited and horny, and he found himself enjoying every minute of his pumping. He had never been pumped from behind before, and never wanted to, but wouldn’t have any one else do it to him other then Candy. She could tell he was getting into the rhythm now, saying “I see you like this now; all you could move before was your hips since I had you tied down so tight, and it seems your hips are rocking to the motion. That’s a good boy, Jack!” She fucked him so hard and fast, while pumping his shaft at the same time. “Take it baby, that’s it, that’s it!! Cum for me now stud! Let‘s see what you got!”

As if on command, Jack hit an orgasm, moaned through his gag, shot an enormous load of cum and tensed his entire body, arching his back as much as he could. He then collapsed onto the sawhorse. “Mmmmm baby, that was hot” was Candy’s reply as she pulled her strap-on out of his sore ass, gently rubbing his ass at the same time. Jack waited for Candy to undo his bondage straps, but she didn’t. She simply replied “I told you it was going to be a long weekend, Jack. But you’ve started it wonderfully. Now I want you to wait here while I phone some of my girlfriends, because I want them to come over and watch my latest video tape…”

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An sadomasochistic, erotic story that will awaken any woman’s sexual passions where a girl he knows into a kind of erotic torture chamber- Part-2

The soothing stillness of the room after the roar of the storm seemed most agreeable to Leah. She drew a deep breath of relief and turning to me she exclaimed: ‘What a wonderful room it really is, Deepak! Just look how the rain is pelting down on the skylight, and yet we do not hear a sound!’

‘Yes! there is no doubt about it,’ I replied, ‘it is absolutely soundproof. I do not suppose that there is a better room in London for my special purpose!’

‘What might that be, Deepak?’ she asked interestingly.

‘Your violation, my dear!’ I replied quietly, looking her straight in the face, ‘the surrender to me of your maidenhead!’

She started as if she had been struck. She coloured hotly. She stared at me as if she doubted her hearing. I stood still and calmly watched her. Then indignation and the sense of outraged modesty seized her.

‘You must be mad to speak like that!’ she said in a voice that trembled with concentrated anger. ‘You forget yourself. Be good enough to consider our friendship as suspended till you have recovered your senses and have suitably apologised for this intolerable insult. Meanwhile I will trouble you only to call a cab so that I may remove myself from your hateful presence!’ And her eyes flashed in her wrathful indignation.

I quietly laughed aloud: ‘Do you really think I should have taken this step without calculating the consequences, Leah?’ I rejoined coolly. ‘Do you really think I have lost my senses? Is there not a little account to be settled between us for what you did to me not very long ago? The day of reckoning has come, my dear; you have had your innings at my cost, now I am going to have mine at yours! You amused yourself with my heart, I am going to amuse myself with your body.’

Leah stared at me, silent with surprise and horror! My quiet determined manner staggered her. She paled when I referred to the past, and she flushed painfully as I indicated what her immediate future would be. After a slight pause I spoke again.

‘I have deliberately planned this revenge! I took these rooms solely because they would lend themselves so admirably to this end. I have prepared them for every contingency, even to having to subjugate artvin escort you by force! Look!’ And I proceeded to reveal to her astonished eyes the mechanism concealed in the furniture, etc. ‘You know you cannot get out of this room till I choose to let you go; you know that your screams and cries for help will not be heard. You now must decide what you will do. I give you two alternatives, and two only, and you must choose one of them. Will you submit yourself quietly to me, or do you prefer to be forced?’

Leah stamped her little foot in her rage: ‘How dare you speak to me in this way?’ she demanded furiously. ‘Do you think I am a child? Let me go at once!’ and she moved in her most stately manner to the door.

‘You are no child,’ I replied with a cruel smile, ‘you are a lusciously lovely girl possessing everything that I desire and able to satisfy my desires. But I am not going to let you waste time. The whole afternoon will hardly be long enough for the satisfaction of my whims, caprices and lust. Once more, will you submit or will you be forced? Understand that if by the time the clock strikes the half-hour, you do not consent to submit, I shall without further delay proceed to take by force what I want from you! Now make the most of the three minutes you have left.’ And turning my back on her, I proceeded to get the room ready, as if I anticipated that I would have to use force.

Overcome by her feelings and emotions, Leah sank into an armchair burying her face in her trembling hands. She evidently recognised her dreadful position! How could she yield herself up to me? And yet if she did not, she knew she would have to undergo violation! And possibly horrible indignities as well! I left her absolutely alone, and when I had finished my preparations, I quietly seated myself and watched her. Presently the clock chimed the half-hour. Immediately I rose. Leah quickly sprang to her feet and rushed to the far side of the large divan-couch on which I hoped before long to see her extended naked! It was evident that she was going to resist and fight me, and I welcomed her decision, as now she would give me ample justification for the fullest exercising of my lascivious desires!

‘Well, Leah, what is it to be? Will you submit quietly?’

A sudden passion seemed aydın escort to possess her. She looked me squarely in the eyes for the first time, hers blazing with rage and indignation: ‘No! no!’ she exclaimed vehemently, ‘I defy you! Do your worst. Do you think you will frighten me into satisfying your lust? Once and for all I give you my answer: No! No! No! Oh! you cowardly brute and beast!’ And she laughed shrilly as she turned herself away contemptuously.

‘As you please,’ I replied quietly and calmly, ‘let those laugh that win! I venture to say that within half an hour, you will not only be offering yourself to me absolutely and unconditionally, but will also be begging me to accept your surrender! Let us see!’

Leah laughed incredulously and defiantly ‘Yes, let us see! Let us see!’ she retorted contemptuously.

Forthwith I sprang towards her to seize her, but quick as thought she darted away, I in hot pursuit. For a short time she succeeded in eluding me, dodging in and out of the furniture, like a butterfly, but soon I maneuvered her into a corner and pouncing on her gripped her firmly, then half dragged and half carried her to where a pair of electrically worked rope-pulleys hung between two of the pillars, she struggling desperately and screaming for help. In spite of her determined resistance, I soon made the ropes fast to her wrists, then touched the button; the ropes tightened, and slowly but irresistibly,

Leah’s arms were drawn upwards till her hands were well above her head and she was forced to stand erect by the tension on her arms. She was now utterly helpless and unable to defend her person from the hands that were itching to invade and explore the sweet mysteries of her garments; but what with her exertions and the violence of her emotions she was in such a state of agitation that I deemed it wise to leave her to herself for a brief space, till she became more mistress of herself, then she would be better able to appreciate the indignities which she would now be compelled to suffer!

Here, I think, I had better explain the mechanical means I had at my disposal for the discomfiture and subjugation of Leah.

Between each two of the pillars that supported the lantern-skylight hung a pair of strong rope-pulleys working on a roller mechanism balıkesir escort concealed in the beams and actuated by electricity. Should I want Leah upright, I had simply to attach the ropes to her wrists, and her arms would be pulled straight up and well over her head, thus forcing her to stand erect, and at the same time rendering her body totally at my mercy. The pillars themselves could be utilized as whipping posts, being provided with rings to which Leah could be fastened in such a way that she could not move!

Close by the pillars was a huge divan-couch upholstered in dark green satin admirably to enhance the pearly loveliness of a naked girl. It stood on eight massive legs (four on each long side), behind each of which lay, coiled for use, a stout leather strap worked by rollers hidden in the upholstery and actuated by electricity. On it were piled a lot of cushions of various sorts and consistencies, with which Leah and Lana used to make nests for themselves, little dreaming that the real object of the ‘ Divan or Bed ‘ (as they had christened it) was to be the altar on which Leah’s virginity would be sacrificed to the Goddess of Love, the mission of the straps being to hold her in position while being violated, should she not surrender herself quietly to her fate!

By the keyboard of the grand piano stood a duet-stool upholstered in leather and with the usual mechanical power of adjustment for height, only to a much greater extent than usual. But the feature of the stool was its unusual length, a full six feet, and I one day had to satisfy Leah’s curiosity by telling her that this was for the purpose of providing a comfortable seat to anyone who might be turning over for the pianist! The real reason was that the stool was, for all practical purposes, a rack actuated by hidden machinery and fitted with a most ingenious arrangement of straps, the efficacy of which I looked forward to testing on Leah’s tender self.

The treacherous armchair I have already explained. Readers can now perhaps understand that I could fix Leah in practically any position or attitude and keep her so fixed while I worked my sweet will on her helpless self.

All the ropes and straps were fitted with swivel snap-hooks. To attach them to Leah’s limbs, I used an endless band of the strongest and softest silk rope that I could get made. It was an easy matter to slip the band (doubled) round her wrist or ankle, pass one end through the other and draw tight, then snap the free end into the swivel hook. No amount of plunging or struggling would loosen this attachment, and the softness of the silk prevented Leah’s delicate flesh from being rubbed or even marked.

Continued…

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