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I hear the door open below and I smile. You are early or I’ve taken to long, either way I know I may not have time to finish before you reach the bedroom.

“Where are you, Toy?” I don’t answer. It will make it worse but I am to far gone. I continue to piston the two fingers in and out of my sopping wet pussy, and rub my engorged clit with my other hand. I am panting, working hard to come as I hear you hit the second floor landing. “TOY, do NOT make me ask again!” So close, I can’t possible answer you, my voice would give me away so I just keep at it. I hear the low growl come from you and before I have time to look up and smile, you yank both my hands over my head. I whimper, thrashing around, whining that I just needed a minute more. My eyes make contact with yours and I hold my tongue. “Wise decision, slut, probably the only one you have made today!” I smile at you, lowering my eyes to your chin.

“Yes, Sir, thank you.” You drag me off the bed and head for the wall cuffs, slamming me hard, I keep quiet but I take a moment run one of my feet up the inside of your leg.

“You really are pushing your luck, Toy.” I just nod at you but your breath has sped up a bit so I lose the smile. You shackle me to the wall and walk off. My clit is throbbing just watching you storm around the room and I take the unsupervised moment to rub my legs together. You turn, walking towards me and I feel the hairbrush smack my thigh before I see it in your hand. I jerk and you kneel down, shackling my feet, my last hope to cum, stolen from me.

You stand up and grab my hair, brushing it up into a top knot. Looping something around the base then braiding it up, I hear the familiar click of the D-ring hooking to the loop and my head is pulled up straight until I am on my tippy toes to keep the my hair from be yanked. Tying off the rope attached to my hair, you walk over, loosen the chain and spin me around, quickly making them biting tight once more. Without hesitation I feel that brush that I both love and hate come cracking down on my ass cheek. I squirm. Your bakırköy escort voice is low and soft, not a good sigh. “Hold still, Toy, you wanted this.” I hear you rustling around behind me and my ankle is grabbed. The ballet boot goes on snuggly; you lace it like a pro. In minutes you have both of them and I am forced on my tippy toes, ankles straining.

The smile has left my face. I hate these boots and I know how far I have pushed you that I’ve been put into them. You remain on your knees and start to use the brush once more, smacking up and down both legs, the inside of my thighs. I struggle to hold still and remain quiet but as a blow lands on my now cherry red ass, I yelp loudly. “Oh, now that one was real.” You stand up, hand rubbing over the redness you’ve created with one hand, the other sliding between my legs to glide a finger into me. “As I thought, as wet as when I began. What do you say, Toy?”

“Thank you, Sir.” You laugh, reaching around and hefting my tits, wrapping some rope around them tightly, the blood restricted before you even finish the finally knot. “Mmm, such a well formed, Toy I have.” You flick my nipples hard and I cringe, moaning softly. “It’s time to use that mouth of yours, Toy.” You set about lowering me to the floor, my hair still pulled tight. You take out a blindfold and I whine. “You shouldn’t have been bad. I know how you like to watch me strip but bad Toys just get darkness.” I want to yank my head away from the blindfold but I’m tied to tight and one last whimper is all I get. More rustling is heard and then the familiar feel of your cock being pressed to my lips. “Work it well, Toy, you never know where I will be putting it and your spit is the only lube you get!” I open my mouth and accept you in willingly. I can’t move much but this isn’t about that. You fuck my face hard, denying me any fun I may take in the slow licking or teasing of a prolonged blowjob. You batter my mouth with your hardness and I make moaning noises as your precum hit’s my tongue. bahçelievler escort

My hair is your handle and spittle runs down my chin as you pump away. You give an extra tug on sore scalp and I am tempted to press my teeth down a bit but as if sensing this you snarl. “Don’t!” I press my tongue up to make the friction tighter and look up at you, eyes full of innocence. You just shake your head and continue to pump. I do my best to suck hard, the suction sound filling the air as you move, my tongue catching just the very underside under the head and you hiss, “Enough”! You pull yourself free and with a few tugs I am on my knees, ass in the air, head jerked back uncomfortably by my hair. There was never any doubt what you were going to do. I sealed that by masturbating when you told me not too. I feel a hand on each of my ass cheeks and the head of your cock is pressed firmly to my tight hole. You reach under me and rub my clit a few times, muttering, “Relax.” And I obey. I take a few deep breaths and as I let the second one out you press hard, the familiar burn accompanied by your low hiss, is all that fills my mind.

Your hand grabs my hair once more and the other starts to slowly stroke my clit. I moan, pushing back against you, ignoring the burn, the pain giving way to the rhythm of your fingers. “Don’t you dare cum, Toy! Not until I give you permission.” I whimper.

“Yes, Sir, thank you.” I contract my ass, squeezing you harder, working to give you so much pleasure that you will forget you are mad at me. You chuckle, you know what I am up too and I receive a sharp smack on the ass for it.

“Don’t rush me, Toy!”

“I would never, Sir. You just feel so good.” I know you aren’t buying it but your hips move faster and the sound of your flesh hitting mine makes me groan. I sigh as you release my hair and I am so into the pounding that I almost miss the smell of menthol. I cringe and start to beg. “No please, Sir. I will be good.” But you laugh, laying much of your body zeytinburnu escort on me like a weight putting strain on the rope entwined in my hair, you whisper in my ear, your hand moving away from my clit.

“You always say you will be good when you get caught, Toy. One day I may believe you.” And your finger is back, the muscle rub dabbed lightly on my clit, starting to make it heat up immediately. I jerk back into you hard and get the satisfaction of a grunt from you. You sit up and start to fuck my ass with abandon. I’m lost in sensations, trying to think of anything but my burning clit, and the need to cum. You buck one last time with a loud guttural sound close to a growl, filling my ass with your seed.

“Now Sir, may I cum?” But I’ve asked to soon, I know this, you’ve not finished those finally satisfied thrusts, your voice says it all.

“Will you never learn? No, Toy you may not cum yet.” You are annoyed; I’ve interrupted when I should have been quiet. You reach under and my tortured clit is rubbed fast and hard. It takes all my willpower to not just float away on the wave that has built inside me. You move away, pulling yourself to your feet in front of my face. You grip the blindfold and yank it free.

“Clean me, Toy and if you do it well, I may let you cum.” I hate this too and you know it I see it in your eyes, that same satisfied look you always get because you know I will. I will do it because I will do anything for you. I take you into mouth, ignoring the dank taste of my body mixed with your cum and suck you clean. This time you take great care to pull out and allow my tongue to lick along each side, the smile never leaves your face. I do so, I look up at you and I suck our combined tastes from the cock I love and my pussy stays sopping wet. You know this. My smell has mixed in the air and when you are sure you are clean, you reach down and start to untie my tits. I can’t hold back the scream as the blood rushes to them and you take great care to pinch both nipples. You grab my hair, tugging it, I am breathing hard as you get it loose.

I still don’t know if you will let me cum or if you are just getting read to tie me in another way. I almost start to cry as you reach around to rub my clit saying, “Someday you will learn, Toy but until then, I will enjoy teaching you. Now, cum for me”! And I do. I scream your name and babble thank you until I can barely hold myself up.

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As Brittany and I stood naked together holding hands in the festival hall, the microphone crackled and the mayor spoke again.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have come finally to the main event for the evening. Our unexpected guest vagina, Romy, will now be placed in the hands of our crack torture team, the Scarlet Sadists, for our ultimate sexual turn on.”

Three brawny naked men entered from the lobby wearing only scarlet red masks. They advanced to the center of the hall and took bows.

“Oh,” the mayor added dramatically, “if you wish to continue fucking your girl’s cunt while watching Romy screaming, then fuck her doggy style so you can both watch.” This received mixed laughter and applause and a murmur of catcalls mixed with whistles in anticipation of the show.

Romy still sat on her chair beside the mayor, shivering although it was a warm summer evening. She wanted to run away. Just the threat of some unknown sexual torture was enough to immobilize her with fear. She remembered vividly the helplessness she felt that afternoon when the sheriff and his men had stripped her in public, and the mayor had raped her. Or was it rape? After all, she had consented. Or had she?

So Romy was still sitting frozen when the sheriff and his deputies mounted the stage and lifted her to her feet. They paraded her across the front of the stage, slapping her breasts and jamming fingers in her cunt and her ass to hoots and cheers of the men in the crowd. Down the stage steps and across the floor of the hall they marched her, all the time pinching and punching and abusing her ass, tits, and pussy. They stopped in the middle of the hall where the three Scarlet Sadists took charge.

Two of them wrapped her ankles and wrists with restraint cuffs. They hooked her wrist cuffs together with a thick chain and attached ropes to her ankle restraints.

Meanwhile, the third one used a remote control to lower the ropes on the pulley anchored to the ceiling. At the end of the rope was a large metal hook. They forced Romy’s manacled wrists high above her head and placed her cuff chain in the hook. The pulley motor whined and the hook rose high, pulling Romy almost off her feet. Then they hooked ropes to her ankle cuffs and pulled her legs wide apart, anchoring the ends to piles of concrete blocks placed on the floor.

The Scarlet Sadists stepped back to allow the crowd a clear view of their naked victim stretched and exposed, helpless to prevent an attack on any part of her body. Romy shook with panic, her ample breasts swaying as she moaned and twisted on the rope suspending her.

After the audience had a good look at her breasts, buttocks, and pussy mound with its tuft of fine, black pussy hair, one of the Sadists approached her and began to run his hands lasciviously all over her body. No part was untouched. His fingers caressed, tweaked, pinched, and manipulated her hair, her cheeks, nose, lips, ears, shoulders, armpits, breasts, nipples, navel, hips, buttocks, knees, thighs, and pussy. Romy felt so powerless in his hands and fearful what they would do to her.

A whip cracked. It was longer and meaner than the one used on my back and buttocks, and the tasseled end sizzled through the air before landing the first blow on Romy’s back. She never saw it coming, still in the glow of being felt up, and she drew in a shocked gasp of breath as the pain seared along her rib cage.

At that first crack, I took Brittany Dean by the hand and brought her to stand with me beside the mayor who was licking his lips watching Romy’s whipping.

“If you damage Romy in any way,” I said to him calmly, “I will damage you, and it will be permanent.”

I’m not one to make threats, and certainly not idle threats. I had weapons in my car, and the mayor couldn’t hide since he was a public figure, so I would have means, motive, and opportunity to damage him.

The mayor turned and saw the calm determination in my eyes.

“Oh,” he said, “we won’t damage her. She will feel pain, yes, but later she will have the greatest pleasure. We call them the Scarlet Sadists for the dramatic effect, but we’re not real sadists who take pleasure in hurting people for its own sake. We just like fucking, and anything that gives fucking variety and intensity is good.”

He paused as the third and fourth blows of the tasseled whip landed on Romy’s back, followed each time by an anguished scream from her lips.

“That whip,” he continued, “is specially made to hurt but not to break the skin. See? The red lines will become superficial bruises that will heal. We’ll see to that. We really do appreciate your vagina there letting us abuse her. It pleasures us when it happens … look at young Purcell frigging his cock when she screams … and it will pleasure her at the end. You’ll see.”

The Sadist was now working the whip on Romy’s levent escort buttocks. Each lash made her rear globes quiver, and one elicited a particularly loud scream when it landed in her butt crack.

Then he came around to stand in front of her, letting her see through her tear-stained eyes his erect cock and scarlet mask and the terrible whip in his hands. She knew what was next and screamed “Nooooo.”

The first blow of the whip landed across the top of her breasts and left its red line calling card. Another lash across her heaving tits followed it, leaving another red angry streak. Then the torturer went underhand and lashed the tassels of the whip across the underside of Romy’s breasts. By now her screams had modulated down to shouts as she became exhausted by the ocean of pain into which her body had dived.

Another lash across the underside of her breasts. The Sadist stepped back and waited to catch her eye. When she finally looked at him, she saw the cruel intention there and again screamed “Noooo” just as the lash laid itself square across her tits on top of her nipples. Romy’s head flew back in a noiseless scream that dwindled to gurgles in her throat.

Another Sadist stepped up with a riding crop and began to attack Romy’s defenseless pussy. After ten of his quick, accurate smacks of the leather tip on her labia and clitoris and Mound of Venus, her pussy turned red and swollen. Her tears and sobs became continuous. The crowd leaned forward to see each blow land on that most desirable part of her body and to hear her involuntary cry “Aaahh” each time the crop hit her cunt. When the Sadist finally stepped back, they could see how red and swollen her pussy had become.

The other two men in scarlet masks stepped forward, one behind Romy and one in front. With practiced ease, they simultaneously skewered their erect cocks into her ass and pussy and began energetic thrusting that shook the suspension rope all the way up to the ceiling. As she slumped in her bonds under their assault, members of the audience milled around her to get different views of the twin fucking of her bum and cunt.

The two men invading Romy’s naked body were showmen. They monitored each others’ thrusting and breathing to anticipate orgasm, and when the one in her pussy slowed down, the one in her rectum accelerated slightly.

After a minute more, butt man finally nodded that he was there, and they both rammed their cocks home hard and fast into Romy’s ass and pussy. The result was a magnificent mutual orgasm and ejaculation from their penises, featuring loud groans from both men and from their suspended victim, accompanied by stellar rushes of semen into her vagina and rectum.

They stood away from their sexual prey, letting the audience see their semen dripping from her ass and cunt. The third Sadist stood by, his cock fully erect and pointing at the ceiling. I wondered which of Romy’s orifices he would invade.

I had not long to wait. He was scanning the crowd briefly and then motioned to a young man to come forward. The youth could not have been more than eighteen, slight of build with fine, sandy hair on his head and his pubis. His cock, however, was fully erect and huge, longer and thicker than that of the Sadist. He was obviously shy but equally excited at the sex show he had seen.

The Sadist whispered to him, and the boy nodded eagerly. The scarlet man walked behind Romy and bobbed his head at the boy to approach and engage her pussy, waiting until the young man had maneuvered his pole into the cleft in Romy’s cunt and pushed the flaring head home between her cunt lips before he drove his own substantial cock head into her asshole.

With practiced care, the Sadist fucked Romy’s bum hard until he felt his cock begin to stiffen and give signs of the onset of orgasm. Then he slowed and watched the young man in front thrusting fast and hard into her cunt, looking for the signs the lad was about to come.

The Sadist almost missed it. Young men are enthusiastic about fucking fresh pussy and will often drive their cocks hard into cunts until orgasm hits them with unexpected fury. So it was with the shy, sandy-haired youth working his penis in Romy’s vagina. His breath started coming in short gasps, enough that the Sadist fucking her ass saw the signs and speeded up his own vigorous thrusting, and he got the result he wanted.

The Sadist felt his body seized with the divine release of semen and the muscular pulsing of his cock as it delivered the spunk into her bum hole, all the while feeling the young lad’s stiff cock throbbing on the other side of Romy’s internal membrane and spurting his come into the depths of her cunt.

Trembling with the exertion, they expended their sex juices into Romy’s ass and pussy while standing up. Then exhausted, cihangir escort the two men stepped away from Romy’s panting form and watched their semen dripping from her bum and cunt, her chest heaving and her nose running from crying.

Her whole body was shaking, and the crowd realized that she was still in the throes of a massive orgasm triggered by the second, double-penetration fucking that had followed so soon on the first. Applause for her and for her tormentors broke out, followed by a murmured discussion about how good the orgasm must have felt after the whipping.

The Scarlet Sadists sat down to rest briefly at the table where sex toys were stacked. They pulled some punishment instruments out of black canvas bags, sorting and assembling it for the next attack on Romy’s helpless naked form.

The sheriff and his deputies retrieved the remote control for the pulley system and lowered the rope suspending her. When she collapsed on the floor, they picked her up, released her ankle ropes from the floor blocks, and carried her to a bondage device nearby, a low wooden table, highly polished, with restraint straps embedded along its sides and ends. They placed Romy on her back and cleaned her nether regions, applying first a wet cloth to her ass and pussy, then a dry towel, and then a soothing lotion.

The crew meantime brought over and set up beside the table two tall, heavy posts made of solid, six-by-six pine which locked vertically into metal plates bolted to the floor. The sheriff seemed to take great pleasure in attaching Romy’s ankle ropes high up to rings set in the posts. This spread her legs wide, so he played with her pussy, alternately pinching her cunt lips closed and then spreading them wide, while his deputies secured her arms to the table on either side of her head. They also buckled straps across her neck, chest, and torso.

The Scarlet Sadists appeared beside her with their gear. One carried two bamboo rods and a handful of plastic cable ties. He looped a cable tie around the base of each of her breasts and cinched it tight, clipping off the ends with a pair of side cutting pliers. Her boobs bulged painfully and started to engorge with trapped blood, and her nipples stood out from the distorted cones.

Then with help from another Sadist, he laid the bamboo rods across her chest above and below her breasts and proceeded to cinch the ends together tightly with cable ties. This mashed her tits together and pushed them up even further. With a light flogger, he began to whip them until Romy moaned audibly, whether in pain or pleasure I couldn’t tell. Her breasts really get her going sexually. Judging by the moisture on her pussy lips, it was pleasure.

Then came the pain. The third Sadist approached with a long needle which he proceeded to drive through her left nipple, ignoring her screech of pain. To the end of the needle, he attached a sterling silver ring and pushed the needle the rest of way through Romy’s nipple, thus drawing the ring into the hole left by the needle. Ignoring another anguished shriek from Romy, he clamped the ring permanently shut with pliers.

Then he dangled a second ring in front of her tear-stained face and smiled a hideous, twisted smile as her eyes popped open with shock and fear. The same procedure secured the second ring in her right nipple and elicited another panicked cry of pain.

The mayor had promised us that no permanent damage would result from the sexual activities we were forced to endure in Johnson. I guessed that he and the sheriff saw those nipple rings as jewelry, a gift of adornment to the lovely Romy now stretched out on another piece of bondage furniture, but I also knew that from the moment she agreed to turn her vagina over to the people of the Land of the Giant Penis, we had no real choice.

Two Scarlet Sadists on opposite sides of the table now tied fishing line to each of Romy’s new nipple rings and strung them to rings high up on the side posts. This meant that any attempt Romy made to roll left or right would stretch and tear away at her sensitive nipples. They commenced to tickling her tummy to make her roll, and she soon realized how painful it was to try to avoid their tickling fingers.

Then they turned to her pussy. Pulling her cunt lips wide open, they brought more needles and rings and pierced her labia, pinching the rings closed to adorn her pussy lips. Opening her cunt one more time, they pinched her clitoris into stiffness and pierced it, fastening a smaller ring through her sensitive bud. That was the worst for Romy. She screamed and cried while they did it to her, but I confess that I found myself aroused at her screams and at the piercings themselves. They looked perfect for fucking.

The tallest Sadist began smearing a clear gel on each of two feriköy escort pink ceramic dildos. One of these he pushed unceremoniously into her anus, and the other, after a dramatic pause to let the audience anticipate the act, slowly and directly into her vagina. The pink cones looked almost cute sticking out of her intimate orifices between her creamy white thighs. But the gel coating contained a villainous mixture of peppers and spices and hormones designed to keep her irritated and itchy but sexually aroused at the same time.

The slightly built Sadist then produced a black box which he set on the table and hooked up to an electric power cord that snaked across the floor of the hall. He then opened a second box and removed two shiny steel dildos, one slightly smaller, with coiled electric cords attached. These latter he plugged into the black box and flipped a switch. The box began to hum. He held up the dildos so the crowd surrounding the table could see, and then leaned them close to each other. Electric sparks sputtered and hummed and leapt between them like the devil’s own fire.

As his accomplices gently removed the ceramic dildos from Romy’s ass and cunt, she wailed “Nooooo” as she realized what he intended to do. Sure enough, the smaller dildo was pushed firmly up into her rectum, and the other slid easily into her lubricated cunt. There they sat quietly enough, although Romy felt a kind of humming in the deep tissues of her abdomen.

Beside the red power indicator on the black box was a rotary dial control. This the slim Sadist began to turn clockwise. The faint hum from the box became louder. Romy clenched her lips and murmured “Mmmmnnnddd” and arched her back as the heat and electric vibration in her intimate guts got stronger.

Another turn of the dial and electric sparks began to arc between the dildos right through the sensitive membrane separating her vagina from her rectum. “Aaaaa oooo rrrggg,” she yelped, feeling the sizzling pain of the arc but now also feeling sexual electricity, deep arousal in her genitals as she lay helpless in her bonds.

The Sadist controlling her torment stood up and plugged another, longer pair of cords into the black box. These ended in alligator clips, and these latter he attached to each of the rings in her nipples. He sat down again and moved a switch that activated the new conductors, and a surge of electrical impulse hit Romy’s nipples. “Aaaa awwww aaaahhh” she screeched, again caught between the pain-the searing heat generated by the electricity-and that neural surge from her tits to her pussy that signaled sexual arousal.

Finally, the wiry Sadist with the black box ran three more light wires with alligator clips to the rings in her clitoris and pussy lips. A series of light jolts of electricity through her cunt lips and clit to test his torture instrument, and the lean Sadist was ready for the big scream.

He threw the big master switch on the box that connected all the torture points embedded in the sexual parts of Romy’s body. Raw waves of electric current began to surge back and forth between her tits, her cunt lips, her ass, and her clitoris. Romy writhed in the most extraordinary anguish she had ever felt as the electric surges in her body swirled and intensified. She humped her tortured pelvis up in the air and banged her bum back down hard on the wooden table repeatedly as electricity ravaged her sexual organs.

The electric torture persisted with increasing intensity for several minutes until it reached its maximum electrical output with the Sadist’s dial on the black box turned full clockwise. For a moment, I thought poor Romy wouldn’t survive. She screamed an unearthly scream and lifted her back and torso clear of the table, yelling and screeching as her whole body trembled and twisted. She sucked air desperately into her lungs as she writhed under the torture, and then she passed out completely.

The Sadist cut the power; the torture was over. The red light on the black box went out. He unplugged the power cord and sat back calmly to regard his naked victim with sadistic curiosity, and I noted myself that her pussy leaked copious lubricant and her ringed clit stood up between her moist pussy lips.

Though unconscious, Romy was somehow still vibrating. Flat on the table, her body trembled and vibrated as her eyes rolled back in their sockets. She moaned involuntarily. “Ohhhh. Oooohhhhh. Uuuunnggghhh.” She emitted similar sounds continuously, and she lifted her chin as her body stiffened in orgasm, and then relaxed. She began to perspire.

The tremors running the length of her body gradually subsided, and her breathing came in quick, shallow pants through barely parted lips. Her eyes fluttered open as she came to, and she giggled and broke into an hysterical laugh. It was then we realized that, unbelievably, she had had multiple orgasms.

Spontaneous applause broke out in the crowd, accompanied by approving nods for Romy’s incredible endurance under duress and for her sexual responsiveness to the extremes of pain. Their admiring looks were not lost on Romy, and she flushed with a new pride in her own sexuality.

But her ordeal was not over yet.

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This story is fiction. This is the first of several parts. The people, places and organizations described in the story do not exist. If you are not a fan of female supremacy you probably will not like this story. Constructive criticism and comments are always welcome.

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Chapter 1: Introduction

Have you ever been obligated to do something even though you really didn’t want to do it? Sometimes we feel outside pressures that force us to do things that, if we had a choice, we probably wouldn’t do. That’s how it was when I joined the Alpha Fraternity in college. My dad and brothers had both pledged the Alphas and I knew I was expected to follow in their footsteps.

I attended a mid-sized college in the Midwest. It was about 50 miles from Chicago. Student enrollment was about 5000. I chose it for three reasons. First was its scholastic reputation. I checked out some facts on the internet and found over 80% of those graduating had found jobs in their selected field within one year of graduation. That number was higher than any of the other colleges I was thinking about attending.

Second was the location. It was close enough to home to allow me to visit when I wanted to, yet far enough away that I could explore my independence. I also liked the campus. There was a lot of open space. The older facilities had been renovated over the past several years and others had been replaced with newer versions. I also liked the fact that I could live on campus. The school was located in a community much like the one I grew up in. I was a small town boy and I didn’t have any desire to go to one of those huge Big-10 schools where life seemed to revolve around sports.

The third reason I decided to attend Baxter was the fact that my Father and two older brothers had also graduated from there. In fact, my dad told me that if I didn’t attend Baxter, then I could pay my own tuition. That was definitely the deciding factor.

I enjoyed my freshman year. I met a lot of new friends and worked hard to keep up with my studies. I found time to do some partying and experience college life to its fullest. I attended some of the frat parties throughout the year and became friends with a few of the brothers from the Alpha Fraternity. They tried to get me to pledge the frat since I would be a legacy member. Both of my brothers and my father had been Alpha members and my new buddies assured me that I wouldn’t have any trouble getting in.

I decided against joining during my freshman year as I knew I would need to devote a lot of time to my schoolwork. I had never been a great student, but with hard work, had managed to maintain a solid B average throughout high school. I told the Alphas that if I decided to join a fraternity I would definitely choose to be an Alpha.

When my dad found out that I had not pledged his old fraternity he threatened to cut off my funding. I explained my reasons to him and told him I would reconsider during my sophomore year. By then I would know how to manage my time and studies better. He accepted my explanation but I knew what he expected the following year.

As I left for college my Sophomore year my dad reminded me of his expectations and what would happen if I chose not to pledge the family fraternity. I told him that I had already made up my mind and was looking forward to becoming an Alpha brother. Pledge season started in mid-September with a few mixers and parties. Anyone interested in joining one of the Greek organizations had to submit an application to them by October 1st. Those who were accepted would go through the customary hazing which would terminate with hell week. Hell week was scheduled for the first week in November.

As promised, I had no problem getting through the application process. I knew that applicants who had family members who were alumni of the fraternity were given special consideration during the application and hazing process, so I really wasn’t worried about being turned down. Our pledge master was George. He brought all of the applicants together for a meeting prior to the start of our pledging.

He provided us with a notebook which outlined all of the information we were required to recite on demand. He told us that we would be required to perform any task that a brother requested of us. He also said that we might be summoned to appear at the frat house at any hour of the day or night, and would be punished if we failed any of our assignments.

George’s assistant was Matt. He was a junior and would be taking over as pledge master the following year. Matt told us that we could expect to be humiliated while serving as a pledge. He said we might be required to do things that we find distasteful, but it is doubtful that anything will cause us bodily harm. He said that either he or George would be present during the initiation and that their job would be to ensure the safety of all of the pledges.

I had heard of some of the drinking games beyoğlu escort that the pledges were required to do. There were also the kidnappings in the middle of the night where the pledge was blindfolded and left along some rural road with nothing but a tee-shirt and pair of shorts to wear. The pledge had to find his way back to the frat house to retrieve his clothes, wallet and other possessions before returning to his dorm.

I heard stories about how the pledges had to clean the frat house on hands and knees and how they received a paddling now and then for inspiration. They were required to strip to their underwear while at the frat house, even when there were female guests visiting. Dad told me that the pledging experience was designed to build teamwork and brotherhood among the pledges. He said that the more the pledges worked together, the less the brothers messed with them. It was when a pledge separated himself from the others that the initiation could become unbearable.

“Your final test before being inducted into the fraternity is known as hell week.” George said. “The Greek Council has proposed making some changes to the way hell week is conducted. Those proposed changes are the result of an accident that occurred during hell week a couple of years ago. I will provide more information when it becomes available.”

Matt added. “During hell week you will be on your own. Your success or failure will be up to you and the rest of your pledge class.”

I was surprised that there were only six in our pledge class, me and five freshmen. Normally the Alphas received over 20 applications for membership each year. Their average pledge class was between 12 and 15 students. Most of the pledges were freshmen. Typically a few of the pledges dropped out during the hazing process resulting in about 10 new brothers being inducted each year.

The brothers put us through our paces for the next four weeks. It was just as my dad had told me. Being a legacy member, the brothers took it easier on me than they had to. In fact, I think they took it easy on everyone during the weeks leading up to hell week. They did find various ways to humiliate us. This was typically done in the privacy of the frat house. Occasionally there were visitors present including some of the sisters of neighboring sororities.

We arrived at the frat house on the Sunday evening prior to the beginning of Hell week. We were invited to get some beer and then meet George and Matt in the meeting room. They had some information for us about hell week that they felt we should know.

George told us how well we had done as a pledge class. He said that we had worked well as a team and remained positive throughout the hazing process. He also said we would need to work as a team and support each other in order to get through the coming week. We had not lost anyone out of class to date, and we were determined that we would all complete hell week as well.

“We are operating in unchartered waters.” Matt began. “This year hell week will be a little different than it has been in the past. We really don’t know what to expect, and unfortunately, we won’t have any control over what happens. Let’s start with a little history.”

He told us of an incident that occurred a couple of years ago involving one of the fraternities and a couple of pledges from one of the sororities. The incident occurred during hell week. He said that none of the parties involved were Alphas, but the resulting publicity was bad for the college, and especially the Greek system.

Matt told the story of how several of the pledges from one of the fraternities had kidnapped several sorority pledges as part of hell week. After blindfolding them, the girls were taken to the frat house where they were given spice and ecstasy. They had already been drinking and were probably a little drunk. The girls were forced to give all of the pledges blow jobs. Things got a little out of hand after that and soon several of the brothers forced themselves on the girls as well. By this time the girls were unconscious due to the drugs and had no clue what was happening.

The girls were dumped off at their sorority house where they were found the next morning by their sisters. Fortunately none of the girls was seriously injured, but they did make a complaint against the fraternity and the college which was investigated by the campus police.

Since the girls were blindfolded and drugged throughout the incident, they could not positively identify the subjects involved. There was insufficient physical evidence as well so the police had to close their investigation without making any arrests.

The Greek Council, which governs the actions of all of the sororities and fraternities on campus, was also asked to investigate the incident by the school administration. The administration did not want a repeat of this type of incident so the council merter escort was given a directive to come up with new guidelines for pledging and especially for the hazing that occurred during hell week.

The council is made up of representatives from each of the Greek organizations on campus. A president is elected by the council to preside over meetings and a faculty advisor is elected to serve as a liaison with the college administration. At the time of the incident, half of the council was representing fraternities and half representing sororities. The President was a member of the Epsilon Fraternity so any close votes tended to be decided in the favor of the fraternities.

The council performed its investigation and instituted some new policies to better regulate hazing. The open enrollment period during which the sororities and fraternities could recruit perspective members was reduced from four to two weeks and the hazing period was reduced from eight to four weeks culminating with hell week during the first week of November. The rationale was reducing the length of the process would make it more manageable.

The members of the sororities were livid. They felt that more stringent changes were needed. They also felt that not enough was done to expose and punish the fraternity responsible for the kidnapping and rape. As expected, the vote was a tie with the fraternities voting for the new changes and the sororities voting against them. The tie was broken by the president, a member of the Epsilon Fraternity.

George continued the story. He said that when the election for council president was held the following spring, Penny Thornton, a Sigma sorority sister won. It was the first time that a female would serve as council president.

“She pulled a fast one on the fraternities.” Matt added. “She convinced one of her friends to nominate Rich Anderson to run against Josh Mathews for the presidency. Several of the sorority representatives convinced Rich that he could mend the fences separating the fraternities and sororities on the council. The sisters said that they would support him if he ran. When he did, he split the frat vote with Josh and all of the sororities voted for Penny. She easily won the election.”

George went on to explain that when the council reconvened the following fall, the sororities had the power to push through changes that would affect the composition of the council. Penny had the ability to break any tie votes so all she had to do was ensure that all of the sororities were represented at each meeting and voted together as a block. She would always have a meeting with the sorority members prior to the council meeting to ensure everyone was on the same page and knew how to vote.

First, she got a new Faculty Advisor elected. Her choice was the Dean of the Business School, Priscilla Wilson. Professor Wilson was a known feminist and would support anything involving women’s rights. Next she got the Council to raise the minimum GPA to maintain a charter from 2.0 to 3.0. Each organization was given until the end of the school year to meet the new GPA. Those that didn’t would be placed on probation and lose their voting rights on the council. Failure to meet the new standard after being placed on probation would result of revocation of their charter. Several of the fraternities faced the possibility of probation by the end of the year.

Next she introduced two new sororities who she had recruited to be chartered at Baxter. The first was the Omegas. Currently there was not a sorority that catered to the female athletes on campus. There was a fraternity that catered to the male athletes but nothing for the women. Penny felt that was unfair. The second sorority was the Lambdas. The Lambdas focused on recruiting minorities. Penny said that African American and Latino students were not afforded the same opportunity to join many of the existing Greek organizations as white students. Therefore, she thought it was appropriate to create a sorority that would cater to those groups of students. Both groups were approved for probationary charters and would be evaluated again at the end of the school year. If they received their charter, they would become voting members on the council.

“By the end of the school year the athletic fraternity, the Gammas, failed to meet the new GPA requirement.” George continued. “The Omegas and Lambdas were both granted their charters and became voting members on the council. That meant there were now 14 voting sororities and 11 voting fraternities represented on the council. Penny was reelected as president so the sororities also controlled the tie breaker and had the backing of the faculty advisor.”

“Penny’s latest initiative is to revisit how hell week is conducted.” Matt added. “The council passed the new procedures last week which is why we haven’t discussed it prior to tonight.”

George explained güngören escort that beginning on the Monday night of hell week and continuing through Saturday night, each fraternity will pair up with a sorority each night. The pairings will be by a random drawing so that the pledges will not know what group they will be paired with each night. A list of activities has been compiled and distributed to each sorority. The pledge master of the sororities will determine which activities will be performed each night. She may also make minor adjustments to the activities to make them more effective. Since there are more sororities than fraternities, two fraternities will have to split their pledge class each night.

“You can expect to provide six nights of total service to the sororities.” Matt said. “I’m sure some of the sororities were creative in coming up with activities for you to complete. The fact that they will be done in mixed company could make things more interesting, but also more humiliating. All I can tell you is to try to stick together as brothers. Support each other and work as a team whenever possible.”

George told us we would be given three opportunities to bail out of the process. However, if we bailed, we would forfeit our opportunity to be inducted into the fraternity.

“The first opportunity would be tomorrow night.” He said. “The pledge master will read you a statement concerning hell week. You will be required to acknowledge that you understand the proceedings and sign a waiver stating you are participating of your own free will. If you refuse to sign you will be asked to leave and you will forfeit your opportunity to be inducted. If you sign the waiver you will not be allowed to leave until all of the night’s activities are completed.”

“The second opportunity to bail will come before Tuesday night’s activities.” George continued. “If you indicate that you want to continue, you will not be allowed to leave until all of Tuesday’s activities are completed.”

“Your last opportunity to quit will come at the completion of activities on Tuesday.” George advised. “After completing all of the night’s activities you will again be asked if you want to quit. If you indicate that you want to continue, you will be told where to report for Wednesday’s activities. You will also be required to participate in all of the activities scheduled for the remainder of the week. If you fail to show up as directed, there will be consequences.”

Matt continued. “The fraternities do not know what has been planned or the format of what will take place each night. We have been told that the activities on Monday through Thursday will begin at 7 pm and conclude by 10 pm so everyone can attend their classes the following day. Friday and Saturday night’s activities will begin a 7 pm and conclude when they are done. We were also told that a faculty advisor will be present at each sorority to ensure that activities don’t get out of hand.”

“Does anyone have any questions?” George asked. “If not, I want to wish you all good luck. Tomorrow you are to report to the Mu Sorority house. The Mu Sorority is a service sorority. They do a lot of charity work and raise money to support children’s and women’s health. They are one of our smaller sororities, averaging about 30-40 members each year.”

Chapter 2: Monday

We arrived as a group at the Mu house. Six Alpha pledges ready to endure whatever humiliations the sorority sisters had devised. We were led into the foyer and blindfolded by a women we assumed to be the pledge master of the sorority. We were led down some stairs to what we assumed was the basement of the sorority house. We heard a lot of giggling as we followed the unknown women. We were lined up in front of the group of women.

Gentlemen, and this is the last time you will be addressed as such, welcome to your first night of hell week. I assume your pledge master has briefed you of the changes to hell week. If you want to be inducted as an Alpha, you must show your worthiness by suffering for the entertainment and pleasure of our sisters. Before we start, I have been instructed by the Greek Council to read this statement. Afterwards you will be required to sign it indicating you are here of your own free will.

She began reading the statement. “Pledges of the Fraternities at Baxter College. You have chosen to join your selected fraternity of your own free will. Part of the application process involves your demonstration of loyalty and worthiness to your chosen fraternity. You have endured various activities over the past four weeks at the hands of your brothers to be. Now, to prove yourself worthy, you will spend a week of serving the sororities of Baxter as well. Welcome to Hell week.”

She continued reading. “For the next six nights you will be directed to serve the sisters of one of the sororities on campus. You will perform any tasks as directed by the sisters. These tasks may be humiliating to you and even painful. Some of the tasks may even be sexual in nature. You may refuse any task, but if you do, you will receive a penalty. You will also be penalized if you fail to complete the tasks assigned to you.”

“Are there any questions so far?” she asked.

I shook my head no, and I assumed the others did as well.

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“Sam, it was an excellent dinner.” I said as I watched her clear the table.

“I’m glad that it pleased you Sir. I wanted you to be proud of me, so I did my best for you.”

“You made me very proud of you. Now, it’s time to go across the bridge. Are you ready?”

Yes Sir, I am. Let me start the dishwasher and we can go.”

I could feel the tension in her body as she sat on the bike behind me. She was apprehensive at first, but finally put her small arms around my mid-section. I started off slowly so she could get used to the power underneath us. I calmly moved the motorcycle through the neighborhood and onto the highway. As we approached the bridge I felt her hold on a little tighter and move closer to me.

I rolled onto the bridge at about 50 and within seconds we were up to 75. Off in the distance we could see the lights of the houses on the shoreline. It was humid for a night in October and I moved the bike up to 80. I could feel her trust in me grow as she finally loosened her hold and relaxed behind me.

Once we were in my house I instructed her to go to the bathroom and strip her clothes. I went to the kitchen and took a pair of scissors out of the drawer and went off to join her.

“I want you to sit on the edge of the tub right here.” I said pointing to the far corner of the bathtub. She gave the scissors a quick glance and did as she was told.

I ran a shallow bath of warm water and caught some if it in a metal bowl. As she had been trained Sam sat still with her hands on her knees and her head slightly bowed. I stripped off my clothes and climbed in the tub spreading her legs. I opened her thighs and started to trim her pubic hair with the scissors. Very carefully I trimmed her down to almost stubble. By then I could see she was getting very aroused. This pleased me because I had just begun the process. Once I was through I put the scissors down and handed her the bowl of warm water.

“Now sit still and everything will be fine sweetheart.”

“Yes Sir,” She said, with etiler escort anticipation in her voice.

I made sure her whole pubic area was wet and the hair soft before applying the shaving cream to her. I took the razor and started to gently take the hair away a little at a time. By the time I reached the hood covering her clit she was swollen and soaking wet. I leaned up and kissed her cheek and told her to hold very still.

First one side of her labia and then the other I shaved her slowly. The more hair that came off of her, the louder her soft moans became. I made sure to caress her a little at a time to increase the sensation. Within a few minutes she was completely bare for me. I took some oil and rubbed it on her. I mixed it with the creamy juice that by this time was very prevalent at her entrance. I caressed her whole pubic area with the mixture and then took her hand and made her feel herself.

“Sir, it feels so strange and yet so wonderful.” She groaned as she felt herself.

“You’re beautiful Sam.”

“I’m so glad I can please you Sir.”

We took a short shower together and I told her to go to the bedroom, there was something on the bed for her. I told her to meet me in the living room. In a few moments she came out wearing the black satin lingerie I purchased for her. She was beautiful. Her hair, shoulder length and wavy, rested on her soft shoulders. The satin clung to her perfectly, showing her curves. It barely covered her ass.

“Now, come lay across my lap and give yourself to me Sam.”

She moved across the room and lay herself over my lap. I moved my left hand slowly down her back and up over the curve of her perfect bottom. She moaned loudly as I moved the soft material up towards her back and touched her ass. I caressed her cheeks for few a short moments then without saying a word, and putting my other hand on the small of her back, I came down on her ass with my hand.

She jumped and I told her to hold still. The bağcılar escort room was quiet and I could hear the sound of my hand smacking her ass so incredibly loud. She was screaming at every smack.

“Sir, please don’t stop. My ass is on fire for your touch.”

“Hush baby.” I said, as I came down hard on her again.

I took her as far as I dared this first time. It was her first spanking at my hands, and she took more than even I thought she could. She was literally dripping from her sex. She was completely red, her skin smoldering hot.

“Now spread open a little for me sweet one.” I said, when I was finished.

I softly caressed her and moved down the back of one leg and then the other as she opened her legs for me. When I reached her pussy I could fell her heat and she screamed with desire, arching herself to meet my hand.

“You’re so wet and creamy baby, and so hot.” I said in a low voice.

“Oh God, I have never felt like this before.” She screamed when I started to pet her there.

“This is just the beginning darlin’, only the beginning.” I said as I touched her swollen lips. Running the tip of a finger through her lips she screamed again and I told her it was time.

She got off of my lap and knelt before me, her legs slightly spread just as I had been training her to do, her eyes lowered and her head bowed. She had her arms at her side and bent them up at the elbow, turning her hands up.

I reached over to the table and picked up the small box. I took a thin black leather collar out and leaned over to wrap it around her neck.

“Is this your desire Sam, to belong to me?”

“Yes, it is my need Sir.” She said softly, her eyes still lowered to the floor. “I need you to own me and take care of me. I need to serve you Sir.”

I smiled as I put the collar around her neck and buckled it. I saw tears run down her cheeks and I leaned and kissed those tears.

“Now you are mine. Come up here and sit in my topkapı escort lap my pretty pet.”

“Yes Master.”

I leaned back on the couch and took her to me as she sat in my lap. I sat there and held her for a few moments, her head on my shoulder. She was trembling. Then, I picked her up off my lap and took her into the bedroom.

“On your hands and knees for me my slave, in the middle of the bed.” I said, laying her down.

“Anything for you my Master.”

Once she was in position I got behind her and kissed her pussy, my pussy. It belonged to me now to use whenever I wished. She moaned. I kissed her and used my tongue to make sure she was ready for me.

I got up behind her and told her to stay still. Then, I put the head of my swollen cock at her hot entrance and slid the head just inside of her.

“Master please. I am yours, please take, use me.”

I pushed slowly but firmly into her depths, hearing her scream with pleasure as I did so. I could feel her walls grasp me inside, holding my cock. Then, drawing out and pushing back in again I started to fuck her. Getting down on her elbows, she pushed her ass back at me. I took hold of her hips and started to fuck her harder. My cock was rigid from her creamy heat and I knew it wouldn’t be long for either of us. It had been an emotional night and we were both ready for release.

“Master, please may I cum for you! I need to cum for you now.” She screamed.

I started to stroke her a little more slowly.

“Cum for me baby, cum for me.”

Her legs shook violently as her orgasm hit her. I pushed myself deeply into her and back out again as she squeezed me inside. Then, just as her orgasm and her screams started to subside I pushed hard inside of her and started to empty myself into her. Her hot pussy was literally milking me dry, sucking my cum into her. When I was finished I stroked slowly, not wanting the moment to end. The smell of sex permeated the room. As my cock stared to grow soft I slowly pulled out.

Lying on the bed I told her to come lay in my arms.

“I’m proud and honored to have you as my own sweet girl.” I said as I lay there petting her soft hair.

“And I am proud to be yours Master. You own me completely.” She said.

I stroked her hair and caressed her back through the black satin as I felt her drift off to sleep.

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I step out the car onto the pavement, straightening my skirt and corset I bend down and smile at the Man inside. “I’ll see You inside Darling,” I say then shut the door and turn towards the bar I’m outside of. Taking a deep breath I step inside and look around, smiling as I see her across the room, sitting on her own, she hasn’t seen me yet, expecting a couple, not a woman on her own. I walk over, smiling at her nervousness. “Hello Cara,” my voice is soft, quiet and reassuring; she looks up in surprise and smiles.

“Hello Jo, nice to finally meet you”, she replies, a slight edge to her voice, “Are you on your own?”

“Nope, He’s just gone to park the car; we thought it might be easier for you if I came in first, rather then both at the same time.” I smile and look her over. She has short brown hair and a winning smile, more beautiful then her pictures do her credit for. She’s wearing a low cut blouse, very flattering on her, but she is still obviously a big, beautiful woman, I smile and laugh, then lean forward at her surprised and worried expression and kiss her softly on the lips. “Master is going to be blown away by you sweetie, you look fabulous”.

She blushes and I turn, feeling his presence in the room, smiling I wave him over, my handsome, loving Master, I stand briefly to kiss him, before he sits opposite Cara and I, then ask “what would You like to drink Master? Cara?” I take their order and step away, now giving her time to settle down with Master, wanting to make sure she feels comfortable with each of us before both. As I stand at the bar I watch them, both are smiling and laughing and I know He is putting her at ease. I smile to myself, knowing that tonight will be fun.

We drink and have a light bite to eat, staying at the bar for about an hour. Then as we drink our coffee, Master says the words I’ve been waiting for, “Cara, are you willing?”

“Yes Sir, I am, I understand that if I leave with you, I will submit to you for this night.” I grin, and look at Master, and He nods. Standing I hold out my hand, “come on sis, lets go to the toilet before we go.” She looks at me in surprise but stands, and we walk away from Him. “When you go into the toilet, you’re to remove your knickers, then when we go back out you are to hand them to him. When He returns them to you, it will signal that your submission to him is at an end, don’t worry sis, we’re going to take care of you,” squeezing her hand gently. She smiles and nods, and slips inside a stall, I wait for her, straightening my corset again and retying the lace at the top, showing more cleavage now, smiling as I think of Masters face. Cara comes out and I smiles at her again. “Ready sis?” she nods and I take her hand again, walking out I spot Master by the door, and walk over to Him, He’s carrying her bag and opens the door. “Ready sluts?” he asks smiling as she passes Him her knickers, and his eyes fall on my now displayed tits.

I look at her with a grin on my face, “very ready Master”, and she echoes me “I’m ready”.

We all get into the car and He drives us to the hotel, as we discussed He goes up with her, sending me a text to say what floor, and I follow them up, entering the room together.

Smiling as He puts the bags down with His back to us I look at her again and can’t resist, caressing her cheek gently I tug her gently towards me and kiss her softly on the lips again, slowly deepening çapa escort the kiss, Master turns and sees us, both eagerly kissing by now, I pause, and look at the look of delight in His face, look back at her, and we both laugh at the view of a Man with a dream come true. Grinning, I grab the kettle, filling it up and making Master a cup of tea, He sits back in a chair and smiles at me nodding slightly as I carry it over to Him.

I turn, and walk over to her again, taking her hand I lead her to the bed, and kneel in the middle, motioning her to do the same, I slide my hands around her back, kissing her gently again.

My hands move round her sides, sliding up her body I massage her breasts gently, and then slowly start to undo her blouse, sliding it over her shoulders I let it fall to the bed. Then leaning forward again pressing my chest against her breasts, biting gently on her neck as I undo her bra and drop it with the blouse.

My head lowers, kissing down, slowly moving closer to her breasts, teasing her I kiss around her nipple, not quite on it. Each time I move my lips to a different spot I blow on it, watching it harden, still not touching it, I move over to her other breast and repeat the process, kissing her beautiful breast, edging ever closer to her nipple, then hearing her breathing get heavier, I blow on her nipple, and in a second, have my lips around it, and sucking hard, hearing her groan in surprise, her hands move to my shoulders, gripping tightly as I feel her sway slightly.

Pulling back I look up at her smiling, then gently tweak her nipples before tracing my fingers down her stomach, lightly touching her until they reach the band of her skirt, sliding my hands round the back of her as I lean down and suckle her hard nipple into my mouth, letting it slip down her thighs to reveal her beautiful shaven pussy to me and I lick my lips in anticipation. “Lay down sis”, I whisper, and as she moves, I slide the skirt off her, and move all her clothes over to the chair next to Master, I turn to return to the bed, and feel the swat of His belt on my arse, yelping and turning I look at Him, “yes Master, what is your wish Master?”

“Why are you still dressed slut? Get your clothes off as well; we don’t want Cara feeling uncomfortable.”

“Yes Master, sorry Master” I say, my hands moving to my corset and expertly unclipping the front, placing it on the chair with Cara’s clothes my skirt quickly follows and as I move to place it on the chair as well, Masters hand strokes my pussy gently. “Mmmmm, you are wet slut, does Cara turn you on?”

“Oh god yes Master, she is beautiful, please, may I go and taste her lovely pussy, please Master?” He smiles and nods, and I move back to the bed, slipping on it I lay on my side, my head down by her pussy, my hand teases her nipples gently as she starts to explore my body gently and nervously. Stroking her leg gently with one hand I move my head closer, and gently swipe the length of her pussy with my tongue, parting her lips with my fingers, looking into the glistening shine of her wetness I turn my head to look at Master. “Seems this slut is wet too Master”.

He smiles, and I turn my head back to her, then dive forward, licking at it eagerly, my tongue slipping inside her pussy, listening to her startled moans, knowing that she has never felt this before spurs fatih escort me on, and I lick and tongue fuck her pussy with eagerness. My free hand teases her nipples, pulling and pinching them as I lick her clit, nibbling and biting on it. Then, sliding my tongue in deep again after only a few minutes of making love to her with my tongue, she cums, her juices run over my tongue and I moan in pleasure, lapping it up as she writhes by my side in pleasure.

I roll onto my back, breathing heavily and open my eyes, caressing her leg gently. I turn, laying next to her, and kiss her once again, letting her taste herself on my lips. The kiss deepens, becomes more passionate and I grasp one of her tits in my hand, squeezing, pulling, pinching roughly, swallowing her whimpers of surprise into my mouth. I slap her tit and slip off the bed and walking over to Master and drop to my knees to kiss Him deeply, allowing Him to share her taste. “Master, Your girl asks permission to use this slut.”

He smiles, surprised by the request, but nods. “Of course darling, I’m quite happy to sit back and watch for a while.”

I grin, and stand again, moving over to the bags, I place mine on the couch, and pick out a flogger, purple made of thin strands of rubber I flick it through the air. Listening to the satisfying swish I move back to the bed. “Are you willing Cara?”

“Yes Mistress, please use me like the slut I am,” I smile broadly and give her another brief but satisfying kiss.

“On your knees, arse up, head down, quickly girl.” She moves. Onto her knees in a flash her legs parted, giving me full view of her beautiful, glistening pussy. I run my hand over her arse gently, teasingly and run a finger over her pussy, watching her shift slightly.

I step back, leaving her there for a minute, standing just behind her, silently, watching her shift uncomfortably, unsure of what is going on, lifting the flogger I flick it through the air, she flinches in anticipation of a strike that never comes. I smile, knowing that the silence is worrying her, knowing what is going through her head so I stroke her arse with the flogger, letting the rubber strands caress her. Then lifting it once more I lay a stroke on her, firm but not hard. Using the flogger to warm her bottom and thighs, allowing her relax. Knowing the touch of the flogger is soft, that it is enjoyable, a nice prelude to what is to come. I look over at Master and smile, His eyes are on me and He smiles back, nodding in approval of how I am handling her.

Moving my attention back to Cara I pause, running my hands over her arse, feeling the heat rise, she moans at my touch. I resume, striking a little harder now, watching her bottom turn pink and start to redden slightly as she squirms, and moans at the strikes. Sometimes running the flogger down her back after striking, the tickling making her squirm further, sometimes just pulling it off quickly to strike again. I pause, and walk back to the bags, rummaging through I pull out Masters cat, and glance at Him questioningly again. He smiles and nods. Moving back to the bed I smile and run my hands quickly over her arse again, smiling at her intake of breath. I start to whip her with the cat, light and slow to start with but gradually picking up pace and increasing the strength, her moans starting to fill the room.

As they get louder aksaray escort I pause, once again turning my attention to Him, “Master, I believe it is time this slut had something in her mouth to silence her, do You have suggestions as to what we can use?”

He grins and stands up, “Oh I reckon I can think of something,” quickly He strips behind her as I make a deal of rummaging through bags, picking out a blindfold I slip it over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. “Open” He orders her, and she obeys, “are you ready for your gag slut?” She nods and with a smile He plunges His hard cock into her open mouth. She gags in surprise, pulling back slightly, but He grabs her head, holding her to Him.

I pick up a camera and snap a few shots of her willing mouth around Master’s cock, first passing Master His cat, allowing Him to keep her ass warmed, and to make her squirm a little more on His cock as she sucks Him. I return to the bags, unpacking them onto the couch then picking up the KY and looking at our selection of anal toys, before picking up a long set of beads and the plug, a favorite of Masters.

Returning to the bed I squeeze a little of the KY onto her asshole and work it in with my finger, smiling satisfactorily at her muffled moans I slowly start to ease the beads in, making her squirm, unable to avoid them sliding deeper inside. I work them in and out, twisting and rocking them, stretching her hole. Then pulling them quickly and unexpectedly out I replace them with the plug, her muffled sounds make me realize she is relieved to have a plug in and I laugh.

Picking up the pump I squeeze it once. She freezes, and I know she is wondering if she is imagining things, I pause, waiting for her to relax again before pumping it up twice more. She moans, shifting and I pump it up further still. Knowing the stretching she now feels is just the wrong side of comfortable I drop the pump and turn the vibrator o full, stepping back, I pick up my flogger and look at Master, “shall we Darling?” I ask.

He smiles and we start, striking her alternately, she moans, starting to writhe on the bed beneath us, “Don’t forget to suck that cock slut, wouldn’t want Master displeased with you now, would we?” I chuckle, her arse starts to redden, and I see she is getting closer to orgasm. Slipping onto my knees beside her I move down close to her ear, “do you want to cum bitch?” she nods desperately, still sucking hard on the cock in her mouth. I slide away, leaving Master to continue fucking her mouth and flogging her. Moving back to the bag of toys, I slip quickly into the strap-on, fitting the larger dildo I turn the vibrator on and before she knows what is happening I slide it deep inside her wet and willing cunt. She groans in surprise and tries to move away, starting to fuck her hard and deep.

Master smiles at me and His voice rings out “slut, don’t forget you may not cum without permission,” as he fucks her mouth, “I’ll be kind though, if you make me cum you are allowed to cum at the same time,” He smiles, “do you understand?”

She nods, sucking hard, making Him groan, he resumes His thrusts more eagerly and I fuck her harder, pushing her into Him. He drops the cat, gripping her hair tight He groans again and thrusts deep, holding His cock there, and bucking against her. She groans, and I feel her cum against me, watching as Master cums deep in her mouth as she cums over my strap-on. Grinning I pull the plug out of her arse, prolonging her orgasm, making her gasp in pleasure.

Collapsing she slips down onto the bed, lying, and panting. Slipping the strap-on off I lay down next to her, Master joining us on the other side, and we cuddle close. Slowly drifting off to sleep one by one.

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Morning sunshine stirs me from my deep slumber. As I move to turn over to see what time it is, I realize that I can’t move. I don’t recall going to bed this morning when we returned from the club. I must have gone to sleep in the car on the way home. I realize that you carried me to bed. Blinking open my eyes I see that at sometime during the wee hours of the morning you have placed the leather cuffs on me and bound me to the bed spread eagle. I feel something inside my pussy but can’t lift my head enough to see what it is. My eyes span the room looking to see where you are. Suddenly my pussy starts to hum, I moan out softly. I now know what you have placed inside my pussy, it is the egg you had in me last night. You must of back into my pussy as I slept. I hear the water running in the bathroom and know you are in the shower. I lay there feeling the hum of the egg knowing I dare not cum. Not after last night.

I flush with embarrassment as I recall what a wanton cum slut I was last night. Not caring about your commands not to cum. Not caring about your needs. The only thing that mattered last night was my insatiable need to cum, I did a terrible thing by letting that need over power all else.

I hear the water turn off and you moving about the bathroom. You enter the bedroom with a towel wrapped around you and come to sit beside me on the bed. As you look down on me a frown furrows your brow.

“Good, you are awake. I was beginning to wonder if you were going to sleep the day away. It is nearly 2:00 p.m.” You click the remote and the egg ceases to hum.

I turn my face too ashamed at what I did last night to look you in the eye. I am too ashamed to speak. Tears start to trickle down the sides of my face. You reach your hand to my face and lightly brush my tears away.

Clearing your throat. “We must talk now my slut, we must discuss what happened last night and figure out what to do about it.”

Still too ashamed to look at you; my mind wants to run away, to hide from you. As if you can read my thoughts. “My slut, you are bound so you can’t run from what we must discuss. I know you too well, when you feel as if you have disappointed me you want to run and hide. Though this is the first serious offense you have done since we have been together.”

I close my eyes and feel more ashamed then ever. Tears are now streaming down my cheeks unchecked. I sob at the fact that I have so disappointed you.

“Look at me slut.” Your commanding voice makes me open my eyes; though you are blurred from my tears I do my best to do as you say.

“Talk to me slut, tell me why you felt the need to disobey me last night. But before you do, know that I realize that perhaps I pushed you too far. That I made you wait too long, between the vibrating egg and the excitement at the club. I do realize that you were on fire. Though I thought that your need to be submissive and your desire to please me would be stronger then your need for your own release.”

I lay there not saying a word. I am struggling to find the words to express my sorrow at what I had done.

Yet again you command me. “Look at me slut and talk to me.”

“Master.” I whisper, and I try to clear my throat and find my voice.

“Master, I am so very sorry. I truly do not know what to say. I do not know how to express my sorrow at having disobeyed you, at having disappointed you. The only thing I can tell you; is that I was on fire all night. The way you were taking me out there in the dark so hard and pounding. The way you used my body, slamming your hard cock so deep into my aching pussy. Taking me with a force that I have never been taken before, it was more then I could handle. You know that I cum hardest when taken hard. With the events of the night and as on fire as I was; all I could think about was my need to cum. I am truly ashamed for what I have done. I know there is no excuse for my disobedience. I am only trying to explain why and what caused me to disobey.” These last words come out in a whisper and I turn my head from your gaze.

You sit there in silence as do I. Nothing else can be heard in the room. My tears fall silent upon my cheeks. It seems like hours as we sit there in silence. The silence is near deafening to me.

You get up. Reaching your hand down and brush away the tears falling on my face. You sigh and head out the room. A painful gasp escapes my lips, as I realize you are leaving me. You no longer wish to be in my presence. The sound of your sigh breaks my heart. You reach for your pants and shirt. You turn as you reach the doorway.

“Slut, I am going to leave you for a while as you are, with your thoughts. Do not fear though I will be in the next room with my own thoughts. This is not part of your punishment but needed reflection on the batman escort fact that you disobeyed me.”

You leave the room and gently close the door behind you. You have left me bound to the bed. I can’t move but a few inches the egg still inside me but not humming. My heart is aching; tears are streaming silently down my cheeks. As the minutes pass by, I try to figure out if I am more disappointed in the fact that I disobeyed you or, the fact that I have disappointed you. Both are terrible my heart is aching the tears still falling upon my cheeks.

I don’t hear a sound from the other room. The minutes have turned to hours and I grow fearful you have left. I wonder if you have left me here all alone, bound with the pain of my thoughts. I strain to try and hear a noise from the room, something that might let me know you are still near. But there is nothing.

My heart starts to pound, as the fear you have left grows stronger. I know I have disappointed you. Afraid that you have decided that it wasn’t going to work out that you didn’t want a submissive that couldn’t control her self and do as you commanded.

Suddenly unable to take the silence any longer, fear over powering me. I cry out, “Master, oh god Master please answer me. I am sorry, I am so very truly sorry. I know I was a bad submissive. I know I disappointed you. I promise I will work harder next time not to disobey you. Master please…”

My voice trails off realizing you must not want to talk to me or you must of left. Sobbing now, crying my heart out. I don’t notice the soft creek of the door opening or the sound of your feet on the floor. Lost in my pain of disappointing you.

I feel a gentle touch to my tear streaked face and open my eyes to see you looking down on me. You have a softened look upon your face. I bite my lip waiting for you to speak. I feel your fingers still brushing my cheeks so gently. Turning my face from you ashamed and knowing I must be a horrible sight. My eyes are red, swollen and puffy. The makeup I had on from the night before streaked on my face.

“Slut, I had not meant to keep you here so long.”

I gasp thinking you mean to release me fresh tears start to fall upon my cheeks. I cry out and start to speak. “But, Master…”

You put a finger to my lips.

“Hush, slut. Listen to me. I meant I did not mean to keep you here alone so long. I got lost in thought. I was thinking about last night and what happened. As I hope you have been.”

I nod my head. “Yes, Master I have, I am truly sorry for what I did.”

“Hush and listen. I realize that I have not spent enough time training you on orgasm control. I know that I pushed you way too far last night. Though you were disobedient. I can’t expect you to control what you have not completely learned. My need to take you hard and to take you to the edge outweighed my judgment in regards to your training.”

You reach up, removing the leather cuffs on my wrists and then move to my ankles and remove those cuffs as well. You pull me into your arms and hold me. I feel a safety in your arms, as I feel you envelope me.

I whisper. “Master, what is to be my punishment for disobeying a direct command and using my body to make you cum so I could cum?”

“Slut, you did not out and out disobey me. I had told you that you couldn’t cum till I did. What you did was to manipulate me into cumming; you did this so you would be able to cum. This was manipulative and being a greedy little slut, but not outright disobedience. So that said, I believe you have punished yourself enough. You have been in here bound and crying for more then 2 hours now. You have been in deep thought as well; of this I am certain. I believe that you have learned that being manipulative is not being a good submissive. So therefore, there will be no further punishment. Have you learned your lesson slut?”

“Yes, Master, I have. Again I am truly sorry.”

“Ok, it is time we move on. Slut, starting today we are going to work harder on your training. Things will be more intense and more structured. Today after you cook us a very late breakfast we are going to work on orgasm control. This will be an ongoing process that we will come back to often till I am convinced that you have been trained well in this, we will periodically revisit the training to reinforce it. Do you understand my sweet submissive?”

“Yes, Master I understand. I will work very hard to please you. I will do my very best. I promise this to you Master.”

“Very good my slut.”

You lean forward and kiss me softly on the forehead. “Now throw on a robe and go fix us something to eat. The house is a bit chilly and we can’t have you catching cold. I am famished so please make something that won’t take too long.”

I look at you still feeling out of sorts, but I do as you command. Climbing out of bed I slip into my robe.

“Come here slut.”

I move to you, you command me to lean over the edge of the bed and spread my legs. You reach your yalova escort fingers deep into my pussy searching for the egg to remove it. I moan out loud as your fingers probe around as you search for it. You find and remove the egg.

“You are a greedy little slut.” You laugh and slap my ass hard. I gasp out.

“Now go get us some food slut.”

“Yes, Master.” Rubbing my ass as I stand up straight.

I move from the bedroom passing through the living room, turning on the stovetop as I enter the kitchen.

Going through the refrigerator I pull out some eggs, vegetables and cheese and mix up a yummy looking omelet and pop some bread into the toaster. With the omelet cooking I go about getting out plates and some silverware. I continue to think about us about what you mean to me and then my mind goes to disappointing you the night before. Knowing I have to let it go of the pain in disappointing you, for dwelling on it will do no good at all. I force the memory from my mind the best I can.

Putting the food on a tray and getting two glasses of juice and coffee. I start to move towards the bedroom careful not to spill the beverages. I start to hum a song to myself. Entering the bedroom I find you on the bed looking like your mind is miles away.

“Master, breakfast is ready.”

My voice pulls you out of your thought. You smile at me.

I set the tray down on the bed. Looking at you I chew on my lip. “Master, what were you in such deep thought about?”

You return my gaze. “I was just thinking about how to proceed with your training today.”

I blush recalling why this training is necessary, but I so want to please you. “Master, I am sure what ever you decide will be appropriate.”

You pat the side of the bed and tell me to sit and eat.

“Yes, Master.” I step on the footstool and climb into the big plush bed. Every time I get into bed I think of being in heaven. I smile softly to myself as I settle myself beside you.

I pick up my coffee and take a sip. The coffee tastes especially good today as I took great care in preparing it. We eat pretty much in silence. You lost in thought about how you plan on training me today. I sit there wondering if I will make you proud or will I displease you again?

We finish eating and you tell me that you will take the tray to the kitchen, I am to take a nice hot bath.

Thinking a bath sounds wonderful. Smiling, I nod and get up off the bed. As I head to the bathroom you grab me and pull me to you. Your hand goes in my hair, you pull my head back and kiss me deeply. Moaning softy against your lips, I feel my core ignite, my pulse quicken. My body is alert to you as our lips bring us together as one.

As you pull back from our kiss, you look into my eyes, your finger moving under my chin to gently lift my face so I am looking directly at you. “Slut, I want you to put the bad part of last night from your mind. I want you to remember how wonderful yesterday and last night was. I do not wish anything to mar your club experience or the exquisite pleasure we had afterwards.”

“Yes, Master. I will try my very best.”

I enter the bathroom and turn on the water in the tub. Pouring some lilac bath salts in the tub. The scented water touches my nose softly a smile part my lips as I can almost envision a lilac bush right there in my bathroom. I remove my robe and step into the steaming hot water. A soft pleasurable sound escapes my lips as I sink into the hot water of the Jacuzzi tub. Turning on the jets of the tub I sink deeper closing my eyes letting the water engulf me. The bath is sheer luxury. I am happy that you found a house with such a decadent bathroom. Knowing that you knew how much I enjoyed baths, how much I have always wanted a huge bathtub. Smiling to myself, I sink my head under the water, I raise my head from beneath the water and wipe my eyes clear, I see you sitting on the edge of the tub smiling at me.

“Slut, you remind me of a little girl the way you enjoy your baths.”

I smile at you and blush softly. “Master, you know how much I love my baths. Thank you again for thinking of everything when looking for a house for me and the boys.”

I pick up the washcloth and start to lather it. You take it from my hand. “Here, let me do that.”

You finish lathering the washcloth and tell me to turn around so you can wash my back. I do as you tell me. I sigh softly as I feel you start to run the lathered cloth over my back closing my eyes as you wash me. It feels so good to have you take care of me. Lifting my arms one at a time you wash them. You tell me to turn around, you start to wash my breasts. You clean every inch of my body. Then picking up the shampoo you lather my hair. I purr as I feel your magical fingers massaging my scalp.

“Mmm, Master that feels so wonderful.”

Then suddenly you dunk my head under the water. I come up sputtering. You are laughing as I come up for air. I brush the water from my eyes. Softly I glare at you.

“Was that really necessary ordu escort Master?” There is a little hint of irritation in my voice.

“Yes, my sweet slut it was. I needed to rinse your hair.” Laughter escapes your lips yet again. I see the laughter through to your eyes.

I smile at you… “Indeed Master. Pffft, but you could have warned me.”

Still laughing, you tell me to get out of the tub, you wrap a huge fluffy bath towel about me. Picking me up you carry me to the bed, sitting me down on the edge of it. Taking the towel you place it on my head and start to dry my hair, my head being tussled about as you do so. You pick up the brush and start to brush my hair, being gentle with the areas that are knotted. I close my eyes as I feel the brush gently stroking through my hair. God I so love having my hair brushed. The feeling of it calms me, relaxes my entire body, Soft purrs escape my lips. You set the brush aside and gently stroke my hair with your fingers.

“Little one, I love the feel of your soft hair beneath my touch. I don’t believe I have ever felt hair softer. I know I have never smelled hair sweeter then yours. Lifting my chin with your fingers you kiss me tenderly. Are you ready oh beautiful one of mine?”

I look at you. Knowing what you are asking. “Yes, Master, I am ready,”

You tell me to lie back on the bed. You place the leather cuffs yet again on my wrists and ankles, making certain they are tight so I can’t slip out of them but not so tight as to injure me,

“Slut of mine, your training is going to begin now; your will not cum without my permission. Is this understood? Do you have any questions?”

“Yes, Master. I understand completely. No Master. I do not have any questions.”

You then string rope through the rings on the cuffs and tie me down tight.

“Now we start my sweet slut.”

You tease and taunt my nipples with first your fingers then your mouth. Sucking my nipples till they are hard and erect. You place clamps on my nipples and tighten them down till a moan escapes my lips. I feel a buzz starting. My nipples tingle at the slow hum, I moan out softly. A smile touches your lips.

You run your hands over my body, slowly, touching every inch of my flesh.

“I love your body little one, it is so soft and smooth.”

I look up at you and smile knowing you truly do love my body. You then turn up the vibrating on the nipple clamps just a little bit. A whispery moan escapes my lips.

I watch you as you move to my nightstand and open the drawer.

“You take such good care of your toys little one.” You note how well organized they are.

I smile, so happy that this pleases you. “Master, they are gifts from you I will always take care of whatever you give to me.”

You hold your finger to my lips. “Hush, little slut of mine. Enjoy what I am doing to that sweet body of yours. Remember do not cum without permission. You are going to be pushed to the edge today and you will need to concentrate so that you can obey me.”

I nod my head and silence myself.

You pull out a medium sized pink butt plug with 3 rounded graduating shapes on its length, starting out small and each getting bigger till it nears the base where it narrows. I watch as you lube it up. I bite my lip, we have not used the plug much in the past. I always get a bit nervous in fear of pain when it is used.

You see me tense a bit. “Relax slut, I won’t hurt you. You know I am always very gentle when using a plug on that sweet ass of yours.”

I take a deep breath and force my body to relax; as being tense will only increase the pain. You tell me to raise my ass and my hips, you place a pillow beneath the small of my back, exposing my puckered little hole. Placing the lube on the entrance you rub the tip of the plug around gently. I moan out softly feeling the pleasure of my star teased. You start to gently press the tip inside a little at a time waiting for me to adjust to the plug as it slowly slips in. I am moaning louder the deeper it goes. Till it is buried deep and my star grips the base as it settles into place. I continue to moan softly as the clamps hum on my nipples and the plug causes my pussy to start to drip.

Leaning forward you kiss me deeply. Lifting your head up to look into my eyes. “You are such a good little slut.”

I smile back at you, a moan escapes my parted lips as you push against the plug to make sure it is well set inside of me.

You then pull out two boxes that I had never seen before. I look at you not remembering seeing them.

“My sweet slut I have bought two more gifts for you yesterday. We will use them today and see how well they work.”

You open up the first box, it contains leather straps with buckles; on each of the straps is a rubber padded wide clip. I recall that we had looked at those before online or in a catalog. Though it is difficult to recall as the clamps on my nipples and the plug are clouding my mind to all but the sensations in my body .

You wrap the strap around my thigh and buckle it tight enough to stay in place then you clip the wide rubber coated clamp to my left pussy lip. I moan out as I feel the light bite of the clamp. You then move to my right thigh and do the same clipping the clamp to my right pussy lip. This has my dripping wet pussy completely open and exposed to you.

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Janet was 43. She’d been a widow for more than two years, and for all of that time she realized how hopelessly incapable she was of controlling the misbehavior of her only child, her daughter Melanie. Janet’s late husband had tried to discipline the girl, by grounding her and cutting off her allowance, but he’d had little success. And then Janet, on her own, had had no success at all.

Melanie had had brushes with the law throughout her teens over such things as shoplifting and marijuana possession, but she continued to hang out with other delinquent kids and got into trouble on a regular basis. Somehow she’d managed to avoid having a criminal record, despite showing no remorse (except briefly, in courtrooms) over her actions. She’d managed to graduate from high school, but only with the help of some generous grading by teachers who were eager to help her get on with her life somewhere else.

Melanie was now attending a private boarding college for young women. She was not there by choice.

Janet had heard about the college from a Social Worker who had been assigned by the court to help Janet deal with her daughter more effectively. The college had a reputation for its high level of discipline, which had been proven to be beneficial in ‘straightening out’ problem youngsters. The college even required the girls to wear uniforms – white blouses and kilted skirts in a tartan plaid – exactly as if they were still in a school for children, a requirement which had the desired humbling and humiliating effect on its students. Melanie could hardly believe it when a seamstress came to their house to take her measurements for the uniforms.

Sending Melanie to the college took a substantial bite out of the annuities which Janet’s late husband had left to provide financially for his wife and daughter, but Janet felt that if it helped get Melanie’s life back on track it was worth the cost.

At the end of each semester Janet received a report from the college on Melanie’s performance, both academically and otherwise, both in and out of the classroom. As the months went by, Janet saw an almost unbelievable improvement in every aspect of her daughter’s performance. She actually wondered if the school was being totally honest in their reports, but when Melanie was home for two weeks at Christmas she could see the amazing difference for herself.

For one thing, Melanie had become, for the first time, a polite and well-mannered young woman.

Janet could remember when Melanie showed no desire to be at home at all, except for meals and sleep when she couldn’t get those elsewhere, but now she seemed genuinely happy to spend her days and evenings at home and in her mother’s company. She was helpful around the house, without being ordered to be. She was affectionate, too, to a degree that Janet had once thought her daughter would never be. The warm hugs and gentle cheek kisses that Melanie showered freely on her mother almost brought tears of joy to Janet’s eyes.

Janet couldn’t help but wonder what there was about Melanie’s college life which was having such a profound and positive impact on the girl’s attitude and behavior. She hoped that Melanie would be able to tell her something about it, so she asked her daughter to tell her what her life at the college was like.

* * * * *

Melanie’s first day at the college was, she thought bitterly, the worst day of her life. She and the other firstyear girls had been herded by unsympathetic upperclass girls through the tedious and stressful processes of registration, dormitory room assignments, issues of uniforms, and so on. There were lists of chores and duties the girls had to perfom, and pages and pages of rules to be read and memorized. Each senior girl carried a short rod, not unlike a bandleader’s baton, and used it to whip the backsides of firstyear girls who didn’t keep up the demanding pace or who showed the slightest hesitation in following instructions. Melanie had felt the sting of the rods just twice that day, but they had the desired effect and Melanie found herself trying hard to avoid further punishment. It was like Boot Camp in the military, she thought, without the fun of getting a firearm of your own.

That evening, the firstyear girls gathered in the college’s gymnasium to be welcomed formally by the school’s Headmistress, who spoke only briefly but who left no doubt in their minds that there was now no room for mischief or slacking in their totally controlled lives. By bedtime on that first day Melanie was exhausted and, perhaps for the first time in her life, more than a little frightened by what her mother had gotten her into.

The girls quickly settled into the college’s daily routine, which was simple but allowed for no deviations. There were chores to be done in the morning, school classes through the day, quiet study time in the evening, and lights out at bedtime at ten o’clock sharp. Melanie changed her metaphor for the college from that of an army boot camp to that of a medium-security karabük escort prison.

* * * * *

Melanie quickly learned how the school functioned. She learned that failure to abide by the stict rules, however minor and harmless the transgression, was never tolerated and always resulted in punishment to the offender. Most of the punishments were administered by the faculty, the class Mistresses, but some were handed out by senior girls if they were the ones offended by a girl’s actions. The punishments varied in severity, but some were very severe indeed.

The faculty had their own uniform of sorts, although they had some freedom in the choice of colours in their clothing. They all wore sheer blouses, snug skirts to just below the knee, pantyhose or stockings, and modest height heels. They wore sweaters or blazers on cool or windy days, but those were removed in the classroom. Mistresses were always addressed only as ‘Mistress’, but their first names were used when referring to them outside of their earshot, as in Mistress Joan or Mistress Margaret.

Melanie witnessed the administration of punishment by one of the Mistresses on her very first full day of classes, when the girl who sat at the desk immediately in front of Melanie had allowed her mind to wander. The class Mistress, Mistress Caroline, caught sight of the girl looking out the window instead of at the blackboard where Mistress Caroline had been writing the highlights of today’s lesson. Mistress Caroline glanced at her seating chart and found the girl’s name.

“Anna!” shouted Mistress Caroline so suddenly and so loudly that all of the girls were startled. “Your attention is supposed to be on the classwork, not whatever you see in the sky out there.”

She stode down the aisle between the desks and when she reached Anna she pulled the girl to her feet by a handful of her hair. Anna let out a shriek of pain and the class gasped in shocked surprise. Mistress Caroline forced the girl’s head down onto the desktop, ordered her to spread her legs slightly and brace herself, and quickly gathered the girl’s skirt up to the waist. The girl’s plain white cotton panties were fully exposed to view, stretched tightly over her plump buttocks. Mistress Caroline drew a narrow wooden spatula from the back waistband of her skirt, put an arm around the girl’s waist, holding her still and keeping her skirt up out of the way, and then gave the girl’s bottom three rapid and very firm strokes with the spatula, each of which brought a groan of humiliation and pain from the girl, after which Mistress Caroline smoothed the girl’s skirt back down over her bottom and ordered the girl to sit back down again.

“Say Thank you, Mistress,” said Mistress Caroline, her voice quiet and controlled.

“Thank you, Mistress,” answered Anna, as soon as she realized what was expected of her. Mistress Caroline tucked the spatula back into her waistband, returned to the front of the room, and went on with her lecture as if nothing out of the ordinary had just taken place.

The other girls looked at each other nervously. Anna tried to control her tears, shifting her hips from side to side to find a position where the pain in her bottom could be minimized. Her face was flushed and she was panting audibly. Mistress Caroline had made her point, and the world outside the windows no longer interested her students in the least. Melanie had seen it all, up close, and it took her several minutes to get her mind fully back to the classwork.

In bed that night, sleep would not come as Melanie replayed the incident over and over in her mind. The swift and painful punishment dealt out by Mistress Caroline had shocked her, but there were other aspects of the event that had also affected her powerfully. The look of the girl’s bottom cheeks in her plain panties was strangely thrilling in itself, because it showed the girl’s vulnerability and utter submission to her punisher. As the spatula had struck again and again, Melanie could almost feel the pain it was causing and wondered if she could take such punishment as bravely as Anna had.

And what was Mistress Caroline feeling, if anything? She showed no emotion, not anger or even annoyance. Melanie knew that she must have felt something, if only the satisfaction of a task well done. And what was that thing she did right at the end, when she smoothed Anna’s skirt back down? Melanie could have sworn that Mistress Caroline had taken a moment longer to do that then was necessary, as if she was gently moving her hand over the lines she had just made with her spatula, almost caressingly… Now that was weird, thought Melanie. Really weird.

* * * * *

Melanie learned that the proper technique for accepting punishment was to follow the Mistress’ instructions exactly, make as little noise as possible, and to thank the Mistress afterwards for the valuable corrective lesson. She also discovered that some girls got more punishments osmaniye escort than others, almost as if the Mistresses had singled them out for special mistreatment. Some were taken by the Mistresses to the Headmistress herself, presumably for even greater punishment, and some of those who had received punishment at the hands of the Headmistress seemed to take pride in this accomplishment. Weirder and weirder, thought Melanie.

Melanie had had her share of punishments, all of which she knew she deserved, but it was some time before she felt a subtle change in the way she felt about them. That change happened in a certain class, taught by the stunningly attractive and shapely Mistress Patricia, who seemed to have an unexplained personal grudge against Melanie. Melanie found herself bent over her desk with her skirt raised (she had learned to pull her skirt up out of the way herself) in that class more than others, but she quickly got over her sense of injustice as she began to appreciate the corrective efforts of Mistress Patricia.

First she began to feel better after being spanked (Mistress Patricia preferred to use a pingpong paddle), and then she began to feel better during the spankings, and then she began to look forward to the spankings. Melanie didn’t misbehave just to get punished by Mistress Patricia, but when she was ordered to present her bottom for the paddle she was quick to comply. She liked Mistress Patricia’s fragrance, the feel of the woman’s hip firmly against her own, the way the woman’s hands moved over the seat of her panties before she began the spankings, and the gentle, almost affectionate, pats her buttocks received to signal that the last spank had been administered. She would smile at Mistress Patricia as she thanked her, and once almost caught a hint of a smile on the Mistress Patricia’s lips in return.

Melanie’s whole world changed the day she turned in an unfinished homework assignment to Mistress Patricia. Melanie had sincerely tried to complete the work on time, but she’d been caught by the ten o’clock ‘lights out’ curfew. Mistress Patricia had glanced through the students’ work while the girls were working on their own in class, and had noticed Melanie’s incomplete worksheet. In full hearing of the entrie class, she ordered Melanie to come to her office after class, to discuss this unacceptable behavior. The other girls knew well that Melanie was probably in for a serious whipping. Melanie knew it too, but she was oddly calm about that possibility.

Later, in the privacy of Mistress Patricia’s office, Melanie waited alone for her punisher to arrive. It was usual for Mistresses to make their charges wait for their punishments, giving them time to think about their errors and about the necessity that they be prevented from recurring. Mistress Patricia swept into the office a few minutes later, and surprised Melanie by locking the door behind her. She got a paddle from her desk drawer and gestured for Melanie to assume the position, bent over the desk. Melanie raised her skirt without being asked.

“You know why you are here, don’t you, Melanie,” said Mistress Patricia, her hand resting on Melanie’s right buttock and seeming to be testing its resiliency through the cotton of the girl’s briefs.

“Yes, Mistress,” answered Melanie.

“Good. Then we don’t have to go over your shortcomings again.” Melanie watched Mistress Patricia’s paddle moving about idly in the air, and then the Mistress caught Melanie totally by surprise by spanking her bottom with her bare hand, something she’d never seen her do with another student. As if to assure Melanie that she hadn’t forgotten the paddle, it came down with a resounding thwack a moment later. Melanie’s lower body jerked at the sudden shock, and her legs shifted to keep her steady as she awaited more of the same. It came, one hard spank after another, and Melanie could feel Mistress Patricia’s free hand moving over her buttocks between the slaps, patting the injured flesh and squeezing the cheeks of the girl’s ass. The spanking went on and on, far longer than any punishment Melanie had ever suffered before.

She heard herself moaning, and she thought she might be crying. She was in agony and then, she realized, she wasn’t. For the first time in her life, Melanie experienced the strange feeling of crossing the pain/pleasure threshold and felt herself floating, almost apart from her own body, as waves of pleasure swept through her.

Mistress Patricia kept up the spanking rhythmically. She bent her head down close to Melanie’s, her hair tumbling over the girl’s neck and shoulders, and she whispered, “I think you’re enjoying this.”

“Yes … Mistress”, Melanie managed to say, amazed at the sound of her own voice.

Suddenly Melanie felt her panties between pulled down over her hips and off. Mistress Patricia’s bare hands were now spanking Melanie’s bare ass cheeks, hard. There would sometimes be long pauses between marmaris escort spanks, and then they would begin again. Melanie had no idea what Mistress Patricia might be doing during those pauses, but she stopped thinking about that when she felt the woman’s hands fondling her buttocks. Then she felt the woman’s lips moving over the heated flesh of her ass. Melanie raised her hips slightly, so delicious was the touch of Mistress Patricia’s mouth, and felt the woman’s hand slip underneath her to cup the mound of Melanie’s pussy. She felt two fingers slip wetly into her pussy, and softly brush the side of her clitoris. If the woman’s other hand hadn’t continued to spank Melanie’s bottom, the girl thought she might have actually had an orgasm.

Mistress Patricia’s brought her mouth close to Melanie’s, and the woman whispered, “Your pussy is very wet now. Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” gasped Melanie. “Don’t stop, please, Mistress…I’ve never felt anything like this before.” She turned to face Mistress Patricia and saw that the woman had unbuttoned her blouse. The woman’s full bosom was half exposed above the cups of her bra, and a glimpse of her pantyhose was visible above the waist of her skirt. Melanie looked at her and all she could say was, “You are very beautiful, Mistress”.

Mistress Patricia took Melanie’s face in her hands, looked into the girl’s eyes, and then kissed her on the mouth, first tenderly and quickly and then lingeringly and more deeply. She thrust her tongue into the girl’s mouth, but only for a moment. She returned Melanie’s head to the desktop and resumed her position behind the girl. She hit Melanie’s ass hard, several times, with the paddle.

There was a moment of relative inaction and quiet, as Mistress Patricia rummaged around in her desk drawers for something, which she apparently found.

“I’m going to punish you in a way that may be new to you, Melanie,” said Mistress Patricia. “You trust me, don’t you.”

“Yes, Mistress, I trust you,” said Melanie.

Melanie felt her body being repositioned, her feet a little farther from the desk and her waist bent more. Her bottom was thrust up and back, as if begging for more punishment.

And then Melanie felt a finger or two moving along the slit of her pussy again. She groaned in pleasure at the touch and in anticipation of the fingers entering her. But when she felt the poke of something between her outer pussy lips she was keenly aware that it was not Mistress Patricia’s fingers there, but something else. And then it, whatever it was, was inside her.

‘It can’t be a cock’, thought Melanie, ‘but what…?’

Mistress Patricia’s hands gripped Melanie’s hips firmly and she thrust her hips forward to fuck the girl with the strapon dildo she had put on. Melanie began to buck and shiver as an orgasm swept over her, and Mistress Patricia grabbed a handful of the girl’s hair and used it for leverage to drive the cockhead as deep into the girl as it could go. Melanie cried out at the feeling of having her hair pulled and her pussy stretched painfully, but in the throes of orgasm the pain blended deliciously with the pleasure and seemed to add to her ecstatic release.

A few minutes later, as Mistress Patricia held Melanie in her arms, the girl realized what had been going on with those girls who seemed to be eager for punishment. They were hungry for the kind of feelings Melanie had just experienced for the first time. And now she knew what was going on in the minds of some of the Mistresses, who were finding pleasure in administering punishment to the girls and then in having sexual contact with them.

* * * * *

Melanie knew that she wasn’t falling in love with Mistress Patricia. Although she seemed to be thinking about the woman a lot of the time, eager for more of the kind of contact that they had enjoyed once, she was now also looking at other females with that same sort of lustful craving. She suspected that the Mistresses might share information regarding those girls who responded in a special way to physical pain, as some of them looked intently at Melanie, and even smiled at her, when they passed her in the hallways. Even the Headmistress gave her a long studying look when she had reason to look in on one of Melanie’s classes.

Melanie began to befriend those girls who seemed to be punished more than they deserved to be, knowing that she now had more than a little in common with them. She was strongly drawn to Anna, the girl whose punishment on the first day of school had introduced Melanie to the exciting world of corporal play (she wouldn’t have called it play at that time), and the two of them began to meet in private places where they could kiss and fondle each other and arouse each other with tales about their adventures in the clutches of the Mistresses. Just as Melanie had formed a bond with Mistress Patricia, Anna had formed hers with Mistress Caroline.

One afternoon Melanie and Anna were alone together on the landing of a little-used stairwell, kissing and touching each other, when the door to the floor below them opened suddenly and the two found themselves caught in the obviously displeased eyes of Mistress Caroline. The woman simply said, “Be at the Headmistress’ residence at eight o’clock this evening. Both of you. No excuses.” And she turned and walked down the stairs and away.

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This is a sequel to “A Letter to Mary,” which, in their infinite wisdom, the editors chose to bury in the category “Letters and Transcripts.”

It had been several weeks since Mary and I spent the weekend together. In fact, for a period, we had no communication of any sort. Assuming that she was still coming to terms with her memories of the time that we spent together, especially our visits to Sato’s studio, I decided to wait for her to renew our relationship. On the one hand, in our conversations prior to our meeting, she had unequivocally expressed her desire to spend a weekend devoted to hedonistic activities. On the other hand, I was not sure that she had anticipated the extent to which she would have to abandon all semblance of modesty and relinquish control of her body into not only my hands but also those of strangers. Surely, she must have wondered at her own compliance in Sato’s obscene display and Yoko’s skilled manipulation of her most intimate erogenous zones. My hope was that she would find that her feelings of the shame associated with these memories were amply compensated by her memory of the pleasure that her self-immolation had afforded her. Indeed, I harbored the hope that, after sufficient time, she would recognize that the shame had been an integral part of the pleasure, at which point she might choose to immerse herself again into a world in which gratification of her carnal instincts takes precedence over all other considerations.

Determined that the decision should be hers alone, I refrained from contacting Mary and was resigned to accept her choice, whatever that might be. Nonetheless, on the chance that she would eventually want to again indulge her sexual fantasies, I engaged in a little research. It is clear to me that Mary is fascinated by her own body and enjoys having that body made to perform to its full potential. Although she is no masochist, she knows that to achieve its full potential, her body must endure a certain amount of suffering, and, as she demonstrated during our weekend together, she is willing to accept suffering if it enables her to reach her goal.

While browsing the web, I came across a video which shows a young woman being relentlessly stimulated by an array of strategically placed electrodes attached to her body. The woman is lying naked on her back on a table to which a steel frame is mounted at the corners. Both her arms and legs are connected to this frame so that she cannot reach the electrodes with her hands and her legs must remain raised and separated in a way that leaves her crotch blatantly exposed and available. From the anguished expression on her face and the contortions wracking her body, it is obvious that her attention is entirely consumed by the stimulation that she is receiving. What is less obvious is whether what one is watching is a woman in torment or a woman in the throes of ”la petite mort.” In either case, the resulting image was compelling and one which I would very much like to see Mary reproduce.

About two months after our weekend together, Mary at last sent me a message in which she indicated that she would like to renew our relationship and was ready to engage in further exploration of her fantasies. Having done my homework, I was well prepared and sent her the link to the video that I had seen, asking her to view it and tell me what sort of experience she thought that the woman in it was having. The next day, Mary wrote back that she had watched the video and come to the conclusion that the woman’s contortions were expressions more of sexual ecstasy than of agony. As she put it: there were no tears, only a sequence of multiple orgasms. In addition, she said that she found the woman’s contortions displayed her body in manner which was both beautiful and profoundly moving. Emboldened by her response, I asked her if she thought that she might like to find out herself what that woman had experienced. Two days later, Mary wrote back that, if I thought that I could arrange it, she would be willing to play the role that the woman had played in the video.

Not knowing where else to turn, I somewhat hesitantly called Sato’s studio to ask whether he knew of a place that had the requisite equipment and expertise for this sort of thing. To my relief, he was neither shocked nor surprised by my inquiry and said that his own studio catered to people seeking this source of sexual gratification. Further, he recalled Mary and our previous visits to his studio and said that he would be happy to have an opportunity to renew his acquaintance with Mary’s body. However,

he expressed concern that Mary have no illusions about what she would be subjecting herself to. I tried to allay his fears by explaining that, having watched the video I had sent her, Mary could have not help but understand what she was getting into. Apparently satisfied by my answer, he agreed to provide the services that we were seeking. Our conversation ended with his telling me that he would send me a list of instructions detailing the preparations that Mary would have make prior fethiye escort to our visit.

I relayed all this information to Mary, including Sato’s list of instructions. Mary wrote back that the more she learned the more she was determined to carry the plan to completion. Nonetheless, because she was expecting her period soon and did not want to take a chance on its spoiling her experience, she would postpone her trip until the weekend after next.

Just as on her previous visit, I met Mary at the airport. As soon as I saw her, it was clear to me that her state of mind was quite different from what it had been when she arrived the last time. The look of excited anticipation that she had had was replaced by one of considerable apprehension, and the provocative outfit that she had worn had been replaced by a sedate skirt and sweater. No explanation was needed to account for these changes. I could well understand that Mary had spent a lot of time contemplating what lay ahead and that to proceed required all the courage that she could muster. Nonetheless, as I learned when we got to our room at the hotel, even if she had anxieties, she was stalwart in her resolve. As soon as I had closed the door, she began preparing herself for our return to Sato’s studio. Meticulously following the instructions which Sato had sent, she divested herself of the skirt and sweater in which she had traveled, thereby revealing the fact that there was nothing under these banal garments other than her own pink flesh. After giving me the opportunity to visually appreciate but not tactically examine what lay beneath, she reminded me of the restrictions that Sato had placed on her sexual activity during the day preceding her appointment. Namely, although mild stimulation was permitted, and, in fact, encouraged, consummation was to be avoided. For this reason, she announced that, after taking a warm bath, she would limit our sexual activity to foreplay.

Mary spent more than half an hour in the tub, and, by the time that she reappeared, I was pleased to note a marked diminution in her earlier tension. Wearing nothing but a turban improvised out of a towel wrapped in her damp hair, she exuded a sense of confidence and contentment that had been missing before. Positioning herself in front of the mirror over the dressing table, she rubbed hair with the towel while rotating her lower body in a subtly provocative manner. Watching her, I could not help wondering what thoughts she was having. Was she trying to imagine what that body would look like when it was forced to perform wild gyrations rather than the languorous undulations reflected in the mirror? If so, how should I account for her apparent confidence? Was it an expression of pure bravado or of insatiable curiosity? Well aware of the effect that she was having on me, Mary invited me to join her at the mirror. Happy to accept, I approached her from the rear and, reaching under her raised arms, placed my hands on the deliciously available breasts whose reflected image seemed to be beckoning for my attention.

Conscious of the restrictions that Sato had placed on us, I began slowly. Cupping their undersides, I gently massaged those firm mounds of succulent flesh. I had always enjoyed molding Mary’s breasts like a baker kneading dough. Her breasts are wonderfully malleable, and she derives great pleasure from their manipulation. Circling them around their base, I pressed my fingers together to force them forward so that their nipples were presented in the way that mother presents hers to a suckling child. In response to the pressure behind them, her already erect nipples became even harder and her aereolae expanded. At the same time, Mary allowed her back to slump against me until, with her buttock was pressed against my crotch and her hands resting on the back of my neck, she was espaliered to my front. I knew that she was tacitly begging for attention to her distended nipples, but I ignored her plea and continued palpating her breasts, manipulating them so that their intricate web of mammary ducts would exert a steady pressure behind the nipples to which they lead. As her nipples swelled, she ground her hips into my groin but resisted the temptation to either voice her growing frustration or to withdraw her breasts from the source of that frustration.

In the past, Mary and I had experimented to find out if she could be induced to reach orgasm by the stimulation of her breasts alone, and on one occasion we had succeeded. What we had learned from that experiment was that the resulting orgasm was of a distinctly different nature from those which she had during intercourse. On the one hand, it was both mellower and more protracted. On the other hand, it did little to take the edge off her desire for further sexual gratification. For this reason, I decided that using her breasts to give her an orgasm would not violate the spirit of Sato’s instructions. With this in mind, I finally released her right breast and placed the palm of that hand directly over the alanya escort nipple of her left breast, which I continued to squeeze with my other hand. By moving my hand a circles, I forced her distended left teat to rotate on its moorings, causing Mary, as she told me later, exquisite sensations that emanated from her nipple and coursed down a path that terminated in her vulva. Warning her that I intended to continue this insidious form of torture until she achieved orgasm, I watched with fascination Mary’s body respond and finally prepare itself for orgasm. At the onset of her climax, she emitted an anguished cry of frustration as she pressed her crotch down on my fully erect but unavailable penis. By way of compensation, I captured her nipples between my fingers so that she would be stretching them each time that she pressed herself against my groin.

Not wanting to diminish my own excitement about the events scheduled for the morrow, I refused Mary’s offer to provide me the release that I had provided her. Instead, we went out for a light dinner at a local restaurant. Had it not been for the attire that Mary chosen, our meal would have been rather bland. However, to my surprise, she chose to wear a wrap around skirt, a semi-translucent blouse, sandals, and nothing else. As a result, I was confronted throughout our dinner by the scarcely veiled outlines of her erect nipples and, when she shifted her legs, an occasional glimpse of her naked thigh.

We returned to our room late enough to get ready for sleep. Both of us were excited about the events scheduled for the next day, my excitement unalloyed and Mary’s mixed with apprehension. Thus, sleep was slow in coming, and, when it did, Mary’s was frequently interrupted. Nonetheless,

when I woke the next morning, Mary’s final preparations were already underway. I found her in the bathroom, where she, in the tub, she was assiduously removing her body hair. Normally, Mary kept her vulva and armpits shaved, but, in accordance with Sato’s instructions, she was now removing the sparse hair that covered her torso. When I appeared, she asked me to shave the valley between her buttock, shifting to her knees so

that that region was made available to me. Presented with Mary’s luxuriously padded buttock spread before me, I was happy to oblige. After lathering the delicate flesh out of which the unwanted strands of hair grew, I carefully applied Mary’s razor to a portion of her anatomy to which she would have difficulty applying it herself. Needless to say, I had never performed this service before, but, drawing on the experience of having shaved my own face for many years, I believe that I performed it with reasonable skill and minimal damage.

The next step in Mary’s preparations was one that I knew she would have preferred not to take. Namely, Sato insisted that her bowels be thoroughly purged when she arrived, and he had even specified how she was to accomplish this. Namely, she was to first give herself an ordinary enema to clear her bowels. Once they were clear, she was to repeat the process, this time with sudsy warm water which was to remain inside her for five minutes. In order not to add embarrassment to her discomfort, I retreated

to the bedroom so that she could carry out these intestinal ablutions in private, but, to my surprise, Mary soon joined me there. I had heard the toilet flush, marking what I interpreted to be the conclusion of the first enema, but far less than the prescribed five minutes had elapsed since then. The explanation was that, after absorbing the second enema, Mary had looked down at and placed her hands on her abdomen. To her astonishment, what she had found there struck her as quite beautiful. Filled with soapy water, her bowels had pushed her lower belly forward so that she resembled the statue of a medieval Madonna. Pleased by the effect and not knowing how else she to spend the time before she could relieve her bowels, she had decided to share the image with me. After approaching the couch on which I was lying, she took my hands in her own and placed them on the inverted bowl into which the region between her waist and crotch had been transformed. I too was entranced by its shape and texture and was happy to spend the next several minutes tracing its contours with my fingers.

Once Mary had completed her second enema, she had completed the instructions that Sato had given. Thus, the next time that she emerged from the bathroom, it was to dress for the trip to our appointment. On the way, we stopped for a perfunctory breakfast, hers, in accordance with Sato’s demands, consisting of nothing but liquids. Upon our arrival, we were greeted by Yoko, who, as always, was exquisitely dressed in a kimono that, though modest, subtly displayed the appeal of her petite figure. After we entered, Yoko escorted us to a reception room, where she indicated that I was to sit until I was asked to join them. She then took Mary by the hand and led her away.

Quite some time passed before I was summoned, manavgat escort and it was not Yoko who summoned me. Instead, my guide was another one of Sato’s female staff. Without a word, she brought me to the room in which Mary had had her introduction to shibari. This time the center of room was occupied by a large table surrounded by several pieces of sophisticated looking electronic equipment, and lying naked on her back in the middle of the table was Mary. Her hands were held on either side of her head by padded cuffs, and a harness attached to her thighs supported her legs, which were bent and spread. Her bonds were carefully adjusted so that, although she could neither use her hands to protect her body nor move her legs to reduce her blatant exposure, she had considerable mobility. Having watched the video that had inspired our return to Sato, we both knew that she would soon be exercising that mobility.

Considering her situation, she looked remarkably calm. There was a contented smile on her face, and, in spite of the constraints imposed by the cuffs and harness, her body appeared to be completely relaxed. Perhaps the reason for Mary’s composure was the presence of Yoko standing bare breasted at her head. With her kimono bunched around her waist, Yoko was

lifting Mary’s head with her hands and swaying back and forth, caressing Mary’s upturned face with her breasts. Whenever one of Yoko’s nipples grazed Mary’s lips, Yoko would stop her rocking to give Mary time to suck that nipple deep into her mouth, and she would not resume until Mary had

released her nipple. I suspect that, as long as she had access to Yoko’s breasts and nipples, some primordial instinct would make Mary feel secure and prevent her mind from dwelling on the fears that might otherwise have occupied it.

The scene I beheld reminded me of our first visit to Sato’s studio, the one on which Yoko had solicitously leaned her unfettered, bare breasts over Mary’s thoroughly bound but equally bare orbs, and I was reluctant to disturb their blissful state. Thus, I simply observed the sensuality of their activity and appreciated its aesthetics. After several minutes, my reverie was interrupted by the appearance of Sato. All business, he hardly acknowledged my presence and, like a surgeon entering an operating theater,

headed for the table on which he would exercise his skills. Yoko immediately withdrew, leaving the stage to her boss. Given free access to Mary’s front, Sato set to work. He began by systematically placing pads to strategically chosen locations all over Mary’s front. On the side of the pad touching Mary was a thin metal plate which made direct contact with her skin and would be held in place by an adhesive substance. On the outer side was a short electrical connector. I was struck by the care with which Sato chose where each pad would end up. Before attaching a pad, he would palpate in the vicinity of its eventual destination. Thus, when he was placing pads in Mary’s armpits and groin, he would search for the spot where her lymphatic nodes are closest to the surface; when the target was her abdomen, he would seek out specific muscle groups; and when he turned his attention to her breasts, his used her fingers to locate her mammary glands. When he was done, Mary’s torso was adorned in a rather pleasing manner with an array of small white pads that traversed her entire torso in a symmetric pattern.

Sato stepped back to contemplate his creation and explain his intent. Speaking for Mary’s benefit more than my own, he said that he would start by teaching Mary’s muscles to respond to electrical stimulation. During this phase, he would use only those electrodes which were attached to her

abdomen. He anticipated that it would take at least ten minutes for her muscles to learn how to derive pleasure from their stimulation. At first their response would be to clench in an spastic and somewhat painful attempt of resist what was happening to them. However, they would soon learn how to accommodate their stimulation and to contract in unison with the waves of current passing through them. At that point, the pain would recede and be replaced by the pleasure not unlike that of a ballerina who, after submitting her body to her partner, knows that it is performing in concert with his.

Understandably, his explanation had produced a look of considerable apprehension on Mary’s features, a look which Sato chose to ignore. Instead, he deftly attached wires to the ten or more electrodes in Mary’s abdominal region. That done, he turned his attention to the machine from which the wires ran and started turning knobs. Shortly thereafter, Mary’s abdominal muscles began to twitch, and as he continued I saw that his prediction had been correct. Mary’s initial response was to clench every muscle in her abdomen, and once she had done so, it seemed that she had lost the ability to unclench them. Her face was a mask of pure anguish, and beads of sweat began to emerge from every pore of her body. Without asking Sato’s permission, I moved to the position at Mary’s head that Yoko had occupied. Leaning over to bring my face within inches of hers, I asked if she wanted to abandon this harrowing experiment. A wan smile of gratitude appeared on her features as she shook her head and, through gritted teeth, whispered that she was determined to have her body learn the lessons that Sato intended to teach it.

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Patty had been Richards’s girl friend for almost two years. He was getting serious enough to consider asking her to marry him in the Spring. Richard had arranged to meet her at the home of a friend who was having a neighborhood party. Just as he was walking up the steps of the house, his cell phone rang. It was Patty, who said she would not be joining him as planned. She was dumping him for another guy. Richard was pissed!

Richard wandered into the house, ignoring everyone that said hello and sat on an overstuffed chair next to an area they had cleared for dancing. After an hour of heavy drinking, watching those dancing and getting angrier at Patty, Richard was considering going home. It was then Barbara entered the room on the arm of a tall, thin guy. If you were to find “wimp” in an encyclopedia, you would see his picture. He was surprised to see such a beautiful woman with this man.

There was something special about that woman. He could not put his finger on it, but she radiated an attraction Richard could not resist. Although he had never seen her before, when she walked by, Richard stood up and took her by the arm. Ignoring the man with her, Richard looked deeply into her dark eyes and coldly said, “Dance with me.” It was closer to a command than a request. Neither Barbara nor her friend said a word as Richard pulled her onto the dance floor.

Without speaking to each other, they danced to the soft sounds of the mood music. Richard held her body firmly to his, rubbing the back of her neck, shoulders and down her spine. When each song ended he did not let her go, and she did not try to pull away from his strong grip. By the third song Richard was cupping the cheeks of her firm ass with both hands. Still never speaking, Barbara felt her body reacting to this stranger and the manner in which he was treating her. Pressing his crotch against hers, they moved slowly around the dance floor. Her breasts were becoming firm with erect nipples and moisture was forming between her legs. They never found out what happened to the guy who brought her to the dance. Richard saw him pick up his coat and walk out the front door.

His first words to Barbara were, “Come with me.” She momentarily stared into his eyes and, without speaking, picked up her coat and followed a few steps behind Richard to his car.

Richard had never treated any woman as callously as he was acting toward Barbara. He didn’t even know her üsküdar escort name, but she obediently followed every order he gave her. Neither of them realized this was to be the manner of relationship they both craved.

Leading her across the dark parking lot, Richard opened the passenger door for her to get into his large black Lexus sedan. She slid across the bench seat and was waiting close as he got behind the wheel. Feeling her against him, he could not control myself, and took her into his arms and kissed her. It was a deep, long kiss. As his tongue entered her passionate mouth she started sucking as if it were a cock. Her sighs and moans of surrender are still clearly in his mind. That sound of submission turned Richard on more than anything else had before that evening.

It was nearly impossible to break away from Barbara’s hot body. Somehow Richard managed to drive her to his condo without raping her in the front seat of his car. Entering the apartment and shutting the door behind them, Richard turned to her and began unbuttoning her coat. She reached for the buttons but he told her to stop. “I want to do the honors,” he commanded.

Tossing the coat on a chair, Richard started removing her sweater. It pulled easily over her head. Next he unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Stepping out of it, she was now standing in front of him wearing only an old-fashioned full bra and waist high white panties.

“When I see you again, DO NOT wear a bra,” Richard told her. “Also, if you wear panties they are only to be the bikini or thong style.” She stared at him in disbelief. His strong, commanding words surprised even Richard. He did not know if she would slap his face and leave or how she would respond.

After a moment of staring into his eyes, she dropped her head and softly said, “Yes, Sir.” That expression of complete surrender and her obedient answer turned Richard on more than if some dominating bitch had grabbed his cock.

Richard sat in an overstuffed chair and told Barbara stand in front of him. Examining her body with his eyes, he directed her to remove the bra. Barbara dropped it on the floor next to her other clothing. Her hands shyly tried to block his view of her exposed breasts. “Remove your panties,” he said.

Taking the waist bands on the sides with her thumbs, slowly she slid them down over gaziemir escort her hips, past her knees and to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she laid them with her bra. Standing nude in front of Richard while he was fully clothed made her feel even more naked. “Turn around, very slowly,” he instructed her. Richard surveyed her from every angle and thoroughly examined that beautiful body. She was gorgeous.

Richard stood up and stepped behind her. Reaching around Barbara, he firmly cupped both of her breasts. She held her hands stiffly to her side. Fondling those exquisite tits, he gently pinched her nipples. They were already hard and sticking out almost an inch. Slipping his right hand across her flat stomach, he lightly rubbed her belly. He could feel the muscles tighten under his touch. As Richard ran two fingers through her soft, thick bush and on to the entrance of her pussy, she slid her feet about one foot apart allowing him easy access to her love canal.

Reaching behind her, she gently caressed his crotch through his dress slacks. Barbara clasped his cock and balls with both hands. She brought his cock to life, causing it to grow as rigid as an iron bar. Each of her soft hands cupped his tight balls. As if she was begging for food, Barbara submissively asked, “May I kiss them?”

Richard turned her around and unhooked his belt. Barbara unfastened the pants button and slowly pulled down the zipper. His slacks and underwear fell around his ankles. Richard kicked them to the side. Her hands felt soft and silky on his balls and scepter as she sank onto her knees. She slowly and carefully examined him as he had inspected her earlier. Her lips finally touched the tip of his cock. Richard felt her tongue run up the length of his dick and she intermittently would lick both of his balls. Taking one testicle at a time in her mouth, she lightly sucked them, driving him crazy.

“I want your body,” Richard said.

Looking up at him with smiling eyes she asked, “How do you want me?”

He instructed her to go into his bedroom and get on the bed. As she went into the next room, he removed the rest of his clothing. Barbara was on her back, legs and arms spread waiting for Richard.

“Are you mine?” he asked.

She answered, “Yes, use me as you choose. Take me, I am yours.”

Richard told her that although some of her needs would sancaktepe escort be met, the reason for her being with him was to “satisfy MY needs.” “Do you recognize my control and dominance over you? Do you understand I am now your Master and sole authority?”

She dropped her head and said, “Yes,” and softly added, “Sir.”

Richard told her to lay flat on her stomach. She rolled over, displaying her shapely back and exciting ass. Her legs were straight and slightly spread. She reached up and wrapped her arms around a pillow about a foot above her head. Her face was immersed into the mattress as firmly as were her tits.

Richard crawled onto her back and slid his hard cock between the already sodden cheeks of her ass. Lifting her ass, she wiggled her hips, trying to guide his dick into her cunt with only the movements of her firm butt. Richard felt himself slowly enter her moist hole.

Barbara, feeling the cock filling her pussy, squeezed the pillow tightly with both hands, stretching both arms far above her head. When his rigid staff was fully inside her already soaking wet cavity, Richard began slowly fucking her.

Richard had her reach out to the top corners of the bed. She was told to hold onto the edge of the mattress. Centered over her he could touch her back, hips or tits as he wanted. She was completely helpless under the weight of his body and strength of his hands. Barbara held very still with her ass arched back up to Richard.

The combination of her hot cunt, its wet lips and her tightly held ass cheeks felt wonderful to Richard. His balls would slap against her ass with every stroke. He did not know how he kept from shooting his load instantly, but he pumped steadily until he felt her have two powerful orgasms. Barbara would moan loudly and convulse violently during an orgasm. Her shrill cry of pleasure and tremors sent chills into his very being. It was during her second climax that Richard filled her with his cum.

Barbara spent that night giving Richard everything a man could want from a woman.

It was during the breakfast Barbara was instructed to prepare the next morning that they first told each other their names. He was very direct and said, “If you willingly obey ALL of my orders, you may stay. If you will not totally submit to me, GET OUT NOW!”

She moved into his apartment the following weekend. Later, Barbara admitted she was disappointed with all the “wimp’s” she had been dating and had been craving a man who would “take charge.” Neither of them knew then just how much he would “take charge.”

To be continued…

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I listened intently every time I heard footsteps or voices in the hall. I must have finally fallen asleep because I woke up and saw nothing, it was pitch black, and I could feel the blindfold around my eyes. The fullness in my pussy had been taken away also. Moving to try and dislodge the blindfold I heard him move and felt his hand on my head while he talked quietly in the phone.

The phone was gently put down and silence filled the room. I started to speak but he placed his fingers over my lips. I then felt a piece of cold metal placed against my mouth. I open my lips and he slides the gag in my mouth, the metal circle keeping my mouth wide open for his use.

He leaned over and kissed my forehead, “never speak unless spoken to slave, it is not your place.” He said. I nodded quietly and he slipped off the bed, coming back a moment later spreading my legs wide and attaching them to the bed until I was spread as wide as possible. Sliding his hand up my leg until he zonguldak escort reached my soaking pussy, he teased my lips for a moment until my hips arched pulling away.

“A slave always makes sure her Master’s pleasure comes first, it is first and foremost in her mind. Your pleasure no longer matters, when he wants you to be pleasured he will allow it, you don’t take it. You will no longer touch yourself without my permission slave, your pussy, ass, mouth, breasts, all of you belongs to me.” He slides his hands up and down my body as I lay there shivering, “ I will never hurt you slut, I will however guide you, push you, and take you further then you think you can go, but you will know I will never let anyone or anything cause you harm. You are my slut, my slave, and my most prized possession. Do you understand that slut?” I nodded my head in agreement.

He slid his hand to my pussy sliding two fingers inside of me, checking my wetness, bursa escort in and out quickly then pulling away. “You’re almost ready for me pet.” I felt a huge rubber object by the lips of my pussy. Whimpering softly, as he slid it deep inside of me. My pussy stretching to take it deep in me, my hips arch to take more as I feel my Master’s hands on my thigh.

He started moving the vibe in and out of my pussy, teasing me, slowly at first then faster, then slow, alternating the speed until I was whimpering and arching to take more, wanting to cum badly but feeling him hold me off each time I came to the edge.

“You want to cum don’t you slut?” Sliding the vibe inside of me to the hilt and turning it on low. Standing slowly taking off all of his clothes. He takes the blindfold off of my eyes, “look at me.” I look at him, my eyes hooded, need and lust shining brightly in my eyes. “You WILL NOT cum without my approval. malatya escort If you do you’ll be punished. Do you understand?”

I nod my head yes and he lays on the bed over me, taking the vibe out of my pussy. Sliding it up my body, until he reaches my lips. Sliding it between the gag so that my mouth is filled with a rubber cock. My eyes close embarrassed at what he can get me to do willingly, and wantonly. He slams his hard cock into my pussy, bare skin to bare skin. Setting an urgent rhythm in and out of my wet hot pussy.

My eyes close in pleasure, “look at me slut!” I open my eyes slowly, meeting his intense stare. Whimpering around the big cock in my mouth, my hips arching as best they can tied as they were. I could feel this cock getting thicker and harder inside of me, my eyes pleading with him to let me cum. In and out, in and out, thrust after thrust, his cock hitting my g-spot each thrust. “Don’t cum slut don’t you dare.” Fighting for control, unable to keep it, I contract around his cock. Moaning, whimpering around the plastic vibe. He fills my pussy with his cum.

Pulling out of my pussy, he looked down at me, his eyes hard. “Little slut what did I tell you? No cumming without my permission. You WILL pay for that infraction.”

To be continued…

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